#neither actually wants to be there it's not their scene but they were dragged along by friends....
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Jyn Erso was 21? she should have been at the club....
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I Got You, Little Wolf (Reader x Tywin)
Look man I did my best for this so please cut me some slack, I really do hope you guys like it cause I went through a writers block while trying to do it.
“You are a stark, that’s all that matters to me”
“Father said you were also a soldier, the only woman he is afraid of when she is around sharp objects”
“Good, your father needs to be afraid of something”
“You always speak of the north yet you never say why you came here”
“I was a prisoner sweet boy, I was brought in front of you father by a guard who dragged me in the castle”
“What?”
“Allow me to explain my little wolf”
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“Let me go you bastard”
The hound ignored the girls empty threats as he held on to her upper arm with an iron grip before he left her to crumble at the floor in front of the king and queen mother. (Y/n) lifted herself up to get on her feet, her hands were tied with a rope already bruising her wrists, still (y/n)s eyes burned with anger as she viewed the young boy that sat on the throne in an arrogant manner.
“There she is, the young wolf, (y/n) stark the twin of robb”
“Did you drag me here to show you know my family history line or are you just surprised you can remember stuff?”
“How dare you speak to your king like that”
“The north knows no king expect the king of the north, my family that you slaughtered”
She spat back, she herself was even surprised they brought her here before they execute her like they did her father, she had made peace with dying when she saw her twin brother lay dead at his own wedding, however she would not go down without giving them a piece of her mind.
“Your treacherous family betrayed my father and you were stupid enough to think you could go against us”
“Were you dropped on your head as a child? Cause certainly there is no way you actually believe that you are so invisible because your fat ass sits on a big chair, useless little boy”
“You will pay for this you bitch”
Joffrey marched at the girl to strike her in his mind he wanted to teach her a lesson for her insults, he had not gotten far when he got interrupted by the doors agape revealing his grandfather, the hand of the king.
Tywin took a few steps and investigated the scene, it seemed like the stark had already caused a stir, her dress was tarnished and she was in much need of a proper bath, mud or smoke staining her skin, what he also noticed was that the stark showed no signs of fear, she held eye contact with the old lion with her back straight in perfect line.
The moment that Tywin came close her face scowled with hatred, Tywin could not remember the last time someone showed their true feelings towards him, it was almost refreshing to see.
“The young wolf in chains, what a glorious sight”
“I am glad you find this entertaining old man”
“Careful now, that is not a way to speak to your future lord husband”
“What?”
Joffrey and (y/n) said in unison. Tywin remained stoic as usual, foolishly and arrogantly Tywin moved his hand up to touch her chin only for him to quickly retreat it to protect his finger from (y/n)s teeth, the wretched Stark tried to bite him. The room roared with Tywins laughter, Joffrey shared a look of worry with his mother, neither Cersei or Joffrey had seen him laugh like this.
“You don’t only bark but you also bite, such a clever girl, you will make a wonderful lady of the rock”
“I would rather pull out my own womb and eat it than marry a Lannister”
“I am afraid you have no choice, marry or die along with your sisters, you may not care about your life but do you really want your sisters to come with you?”
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Like most tales start, the princess was locked in a tower, sadly the Prince Charming was nowhere near and the monster -in this case the lion- would be taking his place. The fury in her burned her chest, she had tried everything, restrain from eating, threatening to jump off the tower, attack the guards, Tywin was always one step ahead.
Although the lord hand was smart, he was not a woman, to be a woman meant you had the natural skill of landing jabs under the belt, jabs that a man would never consider still they were the ones that hurt the most.
(Y/n) was seen smiling bright at their wedding ceremony, guzzling wine and dancing with every lord that had thrown themselves to dance with the young she-wolf, the dress was an excellent choice and in combination with her hair she looked like the embodiment of a fairytale.
Tywin could not believe his eyes, the girl had offered her time and smiled to every lord except her, he was ready to drag her out of here in front of everyone when the insufferable littlefinger lifted her up in the air by the waist, the bride wooed at the gesture, she was even seen blushing.
Luckily for Tywin, Cersei had stepped up to the Stark girl, interrupting her dance to talk to her new stepmother, a word Cersei would rather cut her tongue herself than say.
“Lady (y/n), welcome to our family, as a stark I would like to know what it is like to be married to a lion?”
“Unnecessary and oddly boring, wolves prefer to stick with their own”
She replied without even sparing a peep at Cersei which infuriated the queen mother, how dare she face the queen mother with such dismissive demeanour
It was bad enough that her father allowed the bitch to live now she took her late mothers place, her new step mother could be her daughter, Cersei always admired her father still she could not wrap her head around the motive behind it.
“I believe it is time for us to go”
“You may go, I wish to stay”
Tywin had allowed her temper to somewhat unleash when it came to Joffrey or Cersei, anyone but him, now his lady wife was dangerously stretching the rope, to play with a lion was as safe as jumping over a fire, he had already extended his kindness by just seeking her out to the dance floor after countless hours and numerous lords being able to touch her, he would not turn a blind eye when she disrespected him further.
(Y/n) yelped when Tywin latched his hand around her bicep as discreetly as possible to force her into walking out by herself, give her the option of keeping her dignity instead of acting the way he truly wanted, she stumbled at first firstly because she was distracted and the other reason was that she had gotten drunk by downing all the goblets of wine she could find since she started getting dressed.
The moment (Y/n) was safely tucked away from the prude eyes of Westeros she protested only to be met by Tywin throwing her over his shoulder, she whined at the impact of her stomach landing on the man’s shoulder with enough force to cause some bruises, quickly the pain was replaced with embarrassment, her face turned as red as roses when she saw servants scurry away while giggling.
“Put me down you old bastard”
She was only met with a smack across her bottom to silence her, instead it caused her irritation to grow, her solution was to start banging the mans back as hard as she possibly could.
Tywin basically threw her across his bed, what he did not expect was for (y/n) to be so quick on her feet and slap him across the face, she was strong enough to make his head turn from the impact, not strong enough to cause more than a decent sting.
(Y/n) rose up to attack Tywin once more, unfortunately for her Tywin was a skilled warrior, he caught her arms and forced her to lay on the bed by putting half of his weight on her.
“I should cut your tongue for that”
(Y/n)s response was to spit on the man’ face, for a split second he considered throwing her to the lions, he resorted with grabbing her by the waist with his one arm and a fistful of hair with the other with her back to his chest.
“Why the hostility little wolf? I offer you a slice of heaven and you throw it back in my face”
“What part of this resembles heaven to you?”
“Our children will rule winterfell, you are the heir of the north, if you kill me war will ensue but if you lean on me and I swear together we’ll prevail”
Winterfell, home. The words made circles in her head as her legs gave up, Tywin slowly let her touch the ground as his hand was still around and the once forceful grip on her hair had gone to a gentle caress of her locks, he had heard of the young wolfs beauty along with her bravery, at the time he had dismissed it, once he heard her bark at Joffrey an act that no one seemed to have the balls to do.
He was mesmerised, such a pretty little thing, the courage she held within her could burn all the seven kingdoms, anyone that had her by her side would be considered lucky, it was at that time that he thought of a wedding with her.
“I got you little wolf”
Call it stupidity or an urge to find home within strangers or just an act of drunkness. (Y/n) peered at the man that held her with such softness, the anger disappeared and tiredness of fighting, of surviving took its place in her heart, she needed to rest, to feel protected.
It had been the first time in years that Tywin was caught off guard by somebody, when (y/n) landed her lips on him he felt like he was thrown into a cold river from the shock, he quickly recovered to respond to her hesitant kiss while he laid her on the ground, Tywin was not known for his patience so it was only natural from him to take out his dagger and rip the gown right in the middle, leaving (y/n)s body exposed.
Tywin caressed her breasts with his fingertips, astonished at how perfect she was, any man would dream of laying with a woman like her, viewing her biting her lip when her hand found his shirt to pull him to her almost felt like he was just dreaming.
They laid on the floor all night, the stark was truly was a starving wolf in all her glory, her thirst and stamina were endless, he had thought she would want to take things at a slow pace, he had been corrected, her temper slowly creeped in as she became rough by the minute.
Tywin relished her when she took the upper hand, she was a delight to watch, listening to her cries of desires aroused him even more, she devoured the man until he had to physically force her to stop, he was certain anyone within the castle would listen to the girls groans and moans of pleasure.
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“Oh there she is the beautiful lady of the rock”
A young girl approached (y/n) when she sat at the table for breakfast near the garden, to step foot outside your doorstep in the north meant you would have to wear layers of fur, here she could at least enjoy the rays of sunshine with only a light dress.
“It is an honour to meet you lady (y/n), I am margaery tyrell”
“I have heard of you lady margaery, the lady of the roses, it is nice to see another woman close to my age here in the castle”
(Y/n) had waited for the moment she could throw her young age in Cerseis face, her new step daughter was a few steps behind Margaery, the Lannister responded with a tight lipped smile with internal curses directed to (y/n), she was the wife of her father and as powerful as she thought of herself the stark was under the only person Cersei feared, her father.
“Would you mind if I joined you for breakfast?”
“I could use the company, please have a seat, both of you”
The Tyrell girl moved her chair so she can find a seat right next to the new Lannister lady, Margaery expected her to be cheerful especially after the whispers of the couples antics were the servants found the bed covers on the floor, ripped clothing and a dagger laying near by, along with some splashes of blood on the carpet instead of the mattress.
(Y/n) wanted to smash her head against the wall, the wine sounded like a good choice at the time, now her mind was pulsating from sleeping just for a couple of hours, Cersei took the time that (y/n) rubbed her temples with her fingers to examine her.
(Y/n) looked exhausted, she had shrunk in her seat and had even brought her legs up to her chest to shrivel up some more, Cersei never thought she would see the day were another woman made her uncomfortable, the adventurous of her fathers consummated marriage had reached her ears the minute she had gotten out of her bed, she had to hold herself from throwing up at the thought of her father bedding another woman, let alone a Stark.
“Such delicious treats you have here my lady, oh I am parched”
“Not this one”
(Y/n) was suffering from overindulging, thankfully she had managed to master enough strength to act instantly when Margaery went for the small pot of tea (y/n) had specifically requested. Margaery gave a look of confusion to the lady Lannister as Cersei leaned in, what was it that made (y/n) so territorial.
“I’m sorry lady Margaery it is a tea one of house from the north brought for me as a gift, unfortunately the amount was not as grand as it should be, I am savouring it”
“That is alright lady (y/n) it is perfectly normal to be homesick, especially after arriving under such cruel circumstances, I never got the chance to say my condolences”
“Why you honour me my lady, do not beat yourself up over the matter, you are the first and most likely the only one to do so”
Margaerys lips stiffened at the words (y/n) had spoken, instinctively the ginger haired beauty reached to hold the Starks hand, a small sign of alliance and mutual respect, (y/n) was a honourable woman and a defiant character, Margaery had an eye for beauty and a nose for talent, if it was anyone she needed by her side it would be (y/n).
“It is too beautiful of a day to dwell over past events”
“My apologies queen mother, I did not realise my grief over my entire family line would ruin your moment of soaking up the sun”
“(Y/n)!”
You would have to be blind and deaf to not understand that the angry man that was turning over the corner was like a simmer pot overflowing with anger. He had the attention of the three ladies ever since he made his presence known, as he came to the table his first move was to reach over for (y/n)s teapot, (y/n) was the only one that did not move a muscle when the man smashed the pot on the ground, making the liquid spill and stain Cerseis gown.
“Moontea!? You stupid girl, you thought you could ask the servants to smuggle such a herb without me knowing?”
“Leave us”
(Y/n) dismissed the girls and servants, Cersei and Margaery gave them some privacy, leaving the couple right when Tywin walked on her side of the table, with a clean swipe of his arm most of the plates had smashed on the ground and replaced by (y/n), she did not have time to protest when Tywin spread her legs to stand between them, forcefully he gripped her by the chin, their eyes burning holes into one another
“I did what was best for me”
“Is that so? Was that the best choice for your sisters? How long has it been since you saw them last? I suppose the executioner stand could be a nice place for a reunion”
“I will not bring an heir until I am certain you meant what you said last night”
“About winterfell?”
(Y/n) nodded instead of speaking. Tywin sighed while he shook his head in disbelief, Tywin was lord of things but he wasn’t a liar, if she gave him an heir and binds his blood with hers he would stop at nothing for his family, she deserved the seven kingdoms not just winterfell, he did not spare her life just to have her on his bed he could have bought a whore for that, no she was the only person Tywin saw (y/n) as a genuine equal to his intellect.
“My dear wife, you are by far the most annoying person I’ve crossed paths with and ever since you stepped foot in this castle you have been nothing but a pain as you strut with your insufferable attitude and sharp tongue no matter who you talk to you tick them off in a mere seconds… that is what I love about you”
“Everyone has a villain they look up to I suppose”
“I broke my rules for you little wolf, I saw something in those eyes of yours, not only do you have the guts to play this game you might also have what it takes to win it”
“So you resort to filling me up with your seed so we will be tied through our children”
Tywin held his though for a moment, he released her from his grasp as his hand ever so softly caressed the skin of her neck down to gracing over her chest, finally he snaked his arm around her waist that earned him a slight squeal that escaped from the young wolf.
(Y/n) kept her gaze into his eyes, he was a man that was not particularly charming, he was intriguing, something about him slowly lured you in, he was a man so distinguished and with such confidence in himself that you could never forget him nor what he made you feel while being around you.
Tywin thought she was made for him, such elegance with just the right amount of danger, her gaze was full of self reliance to the point that with just one glance she could make you second guess yourself, his new wife was a riddle that made his head spin, she could burn you with her passion while she offered you an unforgettable night or kill you in your sleep, a risk only a man like Tywin was willing to take.
“I will feel you up with my seed for two reasons, in hopes that we won’t only have a son but a daughter that has your thick head so you can understand what it is like when someone is trying to knock some sense into it and second because last night was a glimpse of your many hidden talents I yearn to discover”
Requests are open!
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The Only Hoax I Believe In
Simon Riley had worked for months to figure out exactly what the new Sergeant was up to. Johnny Mactavish had treated him strangely since they met, and he was not one to let some shit like that go.
In Las Almas, Ghost had hung back for Soap, barely knowing him, and he'd had to get to the bottom of his own actions then, too, because getting him out alive had become his only goal. More important than any other aspect of the mission. That was strange.
And then Soap hadn't thanked him and not moved on. He'd thanked him and stuck impossibly close to his side then. Simon had thought for a bit that maybe he was just showing gratitude but, then came questions.
Soap wanted to know about his home, he asked about his tattoos, and how he chose the design for his mask. He wanted to know how Simon took his tea and what he missed about being off duty and if he thought he'd ever retire. Simon answered him, respectfully, but he began to feel curious and then wary and then downright manipulated. Because he always answered in a way that had previously earned him his solitude, but Johnny had stayed.
Johnny had stuck beside him. It was Johnny in his ear, guiding him, it was Johnny's quiet voice in the kitchen when neither of them could sleep, it was Johnny's burning cigarette that lit his in a great show of his own weakness. It was Johnny who looked at his uncovered face like it was normal and beautiful and not monstrous and gruesome. But he didn't ask why Simon chose to cover it. He let him have his reasons, and respected them.
He had decided it was a trick, a great hoax the man was playing. He was smart enough, bright enough, mischievous enough, and there was no way he actually wanted to be that close. He was waiting for the moment Johnny pointed and laughed at him and all the others laughed along with him.
It was one of those nights, with the cigarettes, when he finally said something about it. To get ahead of the humiliation.
"How long you gonna keep this up, Sergeant?" His voice was steady and hollow, he didn't want Johnny to know he was afraid of the answer. Of being shown his own gullibility.
"Smoking?" Johnny pulled his cigarette out of his mouth and inspected it. "Until it kills me, I suppose."
Simon just looked at him.
"What?" Johnny frowned, realizing the tension in the man beside him.
"I mean this." Simon motioned vaguely between them.
Johnny slowly lowered his hand and stared back. Simon could see he was relaxed, not tense as if he'd been found out. "You want to stop?"
Then, it angered him. He wasn't stupid enough to get caught up again. "Well its not anything real, is it?"
Johnny nodded then, and notion he'd had earlier confirmed. "You don't believe someone could just want to be around you, Simon, do you?"
Simon questioned himself. Whether or not he was right about the whole thing, the question was valid. "I've chosen to believe it, for now, but I'd rather end it quietly. Not make a scene."
"That what you want? To end it?" Johnny sat up straighter. "I'm confused, Simon, I thought you were okay with me being around."
"I don't know." He admitted, which was a worse vulnerability than he'd uncovered at any point before.
"Well I do." Johnny turned to face him, placing his free hand behind his back to fight the urge to touch him. "I get it. But it's no game I'm playing, LT, and maybe it's my reckless nature or impulsive tendencies but I'd like to keep this up." He took another drag. "If you'll allow it."
"It's not one of your grand schemes?"
Johnny chuckled. "I'm flattered, but no. I just like you. Maybe I should have said that sooner."
"I wouldn't have believed you." Simon looked down at his gloved hands, shame worming his way into his heart. Maybe he shouldn't have doubted someone he knew to be truly good.
"And now?"
"I don't know." Simon repeated.
"Well I'd be happy to prove it. I love a good challenge."
With that, they quieted. Johnny became more vocal about why he stayed close and Simon decided that even if it was some grand trick, whatever pain came after it was revealed was worth the warmth of letting himself believe it in the moment.
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Taking Things At Face Value
This post is dedicated to all those Ninas out there, who are "just enjoying the show."
I have been pondering an problem that had come up for a second time in another meta I'm writing (I left it out of an earlier one for clarity) regarding acknowledgement of identity and faces in S2, but when you keep running into the same road-block, you have to tackle it head on. Then I ran into the exact same problem a third time here, and the beginnings of this meta has sat in my drafts file staring at me for several weeks while I've been doing other things. But finally, finally, the answer has come to me, while being kept awake by a passing thunderstorm at 1.30am.
MRS SANDWICH: You're a good lad.
CROWLEY: I'm not actually, either. But thank you.
Let's start with this exchange between Crowley and Mrs Sandwich, after Crowley has led all the Whickber St shopkeepers out of the ball to apparent safety. She calls him a "good lad," and he denies it, but thanks her anyway, and gives her a charming smile. We all know Crowley hates being called 'nice' and the last time he did something 'good' he got dragged down to Hell for punishment, so it seems like an odd thing to happen.
But the thing is, while Mrs Sandwich is complimenting his actions, he is responding about his appearance - that is neither 'good' (i.e. he is a demon) or a male human (i.e. he is an supernatural non-gendered entity.)
At this point you might be going "yeah, yeah, we know, we get that! Move along op..." but this matters, as you soon will see. We should also note that neither Crowley or Aziraphale judge Mrs Sandwich for being a brothel madame (how Aziraphale does not know this when her shop is just over the road from his I will never fathom, but there you go) and Crowley is actually quite charming all-round to his parallel character (prostitution and demons going hand-in-hand - er, not literally. But they went out the door as the vanguard arm-in-arm, though.)
The Metatron turning up at the bookshop in person is the next scene on the cards. Firstly, archangel Michael doesn't recognize him, but Saraqael obviously does.
Now, I know I'm guilty of saying that Michael may have had their memory adjusted at some time, but I'm going to suggest something else at this point. Saraqael knows who this is, because they have just had a fresh reminder from watching the recordings of Gabriel with Crowley and Muriel. And Saraqael is a pretty smart angel, so lets give them some leeway on this one. But for Michael, well, they are in the same situation as Aziraphale. They have only seen the Metatron as giant floating head without a body, so don't associate him with this appearance before them, and also because he has a beard.
Just before you jump on me and say "But he had one in the recordings!" yes, yes, I know. Two things, though, I want to bring to your attention: angels are not supposed to have facial hair,* and he doesn't have any in S1 (I checked!) and he also makes the comment "This calls for much less attention, though." Yeah, well a giant head floating through the streets of Soho would be quite a sight, wouldn't it, even though they had already been treated to the view of Gabriel's royal rear-end. Aziraphale had only met him once before, as a giant floating head in S1E4 who had had to introduce himself, so we could surmise this is Michael's problem as well, even though they were at Gabriel's trial. This is backed up by a tumblr ask/answer from NG as well, where he said "I think because they normally see him as a giant floating head, and not as a little man in a raincoat."
MICHAEL: Um, and who are you?
METATRON: For Heaven's sake. And I mean that most literally. You don't know me? Well, uh, what about you? Demon? Do you know me?
Demon. That is what the Metatron chooses to call Crowley in that company, and we know in hindsight that he knows Crowley's name - as does Uriel, and Gabriel. Even Muriel learns it. But they don't use it, at least not in S2.
Even more notable is that the archangels don't deign to him give the respect of using his chosen name at all. He's not not even their enemy at this point - he's beneath their notice altogether, even though they are in the same room. Only Aziraphale seems to acknowledge his existence, instinctively trying to reach out to him as he passes by.
To Nina, people are coffee preferences.
To Mrs Sandwich, they are desires that need servicing.
So then question I had, and that stopped me, was why did both Crowley and Gabriel question Beelzebub about their new face?
It stood out to me because you don't normally make an obvious comment about the change of actor for a character, and to do it twice - !! You can't ignore that. No meta writer should ignore that. There is a trope term for this, actually, called "lampshading," which means to intentionally call attention to an incongruent situation within a story before moving on, but in a show where nothing is an accident, this seems a bit trite to me. Eventually I realized that this was the whole crux of the problem to me - that while we all too readily take things at face value, its not the faces that really influence us, its our internal values.
In the case of Beelzebub, Crowley recognizes the demon, their power, and their identity via the flies without any doubt; he merely comments on the change of exterior appearance. In terms of value, he knows straight away he's dealing with someone dangerous, no matter what they look like. Gabriel, on the other hand, is judging the book by its cover, and because he doesn't recognize the new cover, he needs proof of which demon he's dealing with, or maybe if they are even a demon at all.
"Bravo," says Nina, "Just enjoying the show." She's already seen a few that week, not to mention just in the general flow of life as a shop owner involved with customer service. If you've had any sort of life in a customer service role I'm sure you've got a few stories you could tell of things you've seen or experienced as well! I know I can.
The conversation between Nina and Crowley after Aziraphale walks away is amusing for all the assumptions Nina makes about them based on what she's observed that week, but also because Crowley tells the truth every in every reply to Nina, and yet she still has no idea what he's really saying. But her judgements, based on her experience and values, still manage to drop the proverbial ton of bricks on his head so badly he slinks off to sooth himself with some alcohol while he thinks about it instead of catching up with Aziraphale to continue being the angel's nameless shadow.
This problem with judging people on previous experience and not on who they actually are is everywhere in S2.
It's Ennon treating Aziraphale, an angel he's never met before, as a slut.
It's Elspeth judging Aziraphale on his accent.
It's Mrs H. giving a powerful demon a blistering tongue-lashing because she thinks he's a just simple human black marketeer.
It's Crowley refusing to call Gabriel "Jim" because he believes Gabriel is faking it.
...and so on. These are just a few examples. I'm sure you can spot a few more.
Which brings us back around to the meeting of the supernatural Councils in the bookshop in S2E6 and Crowley's "invisibility" to the other angels and demons gathered there. A demon to the archangels, an arch-traitor to the demons, why would they want to acknowledge him? Once he restores Gabriel, he becomes rank-less and faceless to them because they don't need him any more - its basically an act of celestial racism.
Nina and Maggie don't really know any better, they still think Mr Crowley and Mr Fell are just, well, "partners." OK, so maybe they've been doing some weird shit the last few days manipulating things in the neighbourhood but they're still obviously a couple a group of the two of them in their human eyes - and neither do they seem to care that they seem to be mlm, either. No judgement there.
A number of times I've seen ops say they've been watching GO with family members who are seeing it for the first time, and the family member thinks they are just "close friends." Why? Because they haven't seen S2 and the kiss? Because they haven't verbally said "I love you" to each other? Do they really need to say that to prove their feelings for each other? Is that just your values creeping to the fore?
And where did you get your values from?
Sometimes you need to stop and question why you think what you think. I'm not just talking about religious indoctrination. Some expectations put on us by by society at large can be insidious. Expectations around how gender should act, the life purpose of a gender, your worth to society if you don't meet certain unspoken standards, age-related behaviour, social norms around alcohol consumption, the way they dress, what someone eats, the way they eat it, that you must be seen to be productive, or busy...take your pick for whatever is prevalent around you at the moment and for your culture. Just start by noticing, and being aware.
Yes, it is pointless, because demons and angels all come from the same angelic stock. There was a bit of a disagreement at one point and they split into two groups, and judgemental labels got applied to them. They are both still bureaucratic horrors. Which ever side wins the final battle, humans still lose.
Mortal humans all look the same inside, too, if you take their face and skin away and take the societal labels off them. We forget that about ourselves all the time.
There doesn't have to be any wibbly-wobbly timeline stuff going on to explain things. What ever happened to the concept of Occam's Razor? The simplest answer is usually the correct one. And that was what I realized in the middle of the night - the cliche I had used to title this was the answer. It's about being aware of those ingrained, instinctive, judgmental values that you don't realize you've learnt, and looking past the faces that you meet.
*oh lawdy, I'm giving strength to all of you who want to believe he is a demon then, aren't I? But do demons have facial hair either?
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My Brother's Keeper (II)
As in every version of the story, Vash only plays the fool. He is not one. Oblivious, hapless and harmless are always masks he wears. From beneath them, he susses out what Wolfwood is pretty much immediately.
Not that it was hard. The man's barely trying. And really, three days into the trip to July and a guy carrying a cross from Nai's freaky book suddenly shows up, walks off the trailer slamming into him, tries to separate Vash from the reporters, lectures him about killing to survive, makes just-kidding-or-am-I remarks about being an assassin, then finally reveals he's actually carrying an absurdly overpowered laser-cross-gun before inviting himself along for their quote-unquote "protection". Nevertheless he sticks almost exclusively by Vash, who is by a very, very, very wide margin the least in need of protection among them.
Just in this scene his lighter has the Eye of Michael sigil on it and judging by the heap of butts, after picking tunnels for everyone to search (including one for him) he stayed right where he was and chain-smoked until Vash returned. Not too long afterwards Roberto abruptly and mysteriously vanishes, and Wolfwood tries to convince Vash the reporters must be dead. …Yeah, I guess that counts as subtle for someone who named himself Millions Knives, but c'mon. Knives thinks his stupid brother won't come to his party unless he's dragged there. Vash has a chaperone now whether he wants one or not.
If I were in Vash's situation I'd be quite annoyed. For fuck's sake, he's an adult. He's been one for over a century. He doesn't need a damn babysitter. And what kind of idiot sends an assassin to do that job?
Except... Knives somehow made the perfect choice in Nick.
Wolfwood's cynical rhetoric has no effect whatsoever on Vash's ideals and he's hardly any more effective at keeping Vash safe. Simply because Wolfwood's there, Zazie and Legato between them find excuses to endanger Vash, which is par for the course when Knives tries to "protect" him. No, what makes Wolfwood the best man for the job is something that may well have happened in spite of Knives, and it's this.
Regardless of his real age, at heart Nick is a kind but wounded boy who's only trying to protect his beloved family, especially his crybaby brother. He kills because he doesn't think there's any choice - he's ultimately a victim of indifferent circumstance. In a way, an innocent.
In Wolfwood Knives gave Vash everything Vash wants to believe is true of Knives himself. With all his heart, Vash wants his brother's cruelty and manipulation to be just... just some wildly misguided but sincere attempt to save the Plants, because he doesn't believe there can be any other way - but he'd be open to an alternative. Nai really does love Vash, just like Vash truly does love Nai, and Rem loved them both. His brother can't be a monster.
If he's smart and kind and strong and brave enough, if he can just overcome his fear, Vash is sure that he can help. He'd convince Nai that humanity doesn't have to die, it's just ignorance and crashing on this barren planet that made everyone's hearts so barren while they struggled to survive. They, the twins, can take responsibility for what they did and help Plants and humans to help each other. If they could do it together...
He could love his brother without it being so fucking painful. They could love each other without every encounter they have leaving more helpless people dead, more scars on Vash. From all that he's lost, he could salvage this one thing. He'd be so content with that. He's survived on much less. He ran before, but he'd stay this time, and for good. Neither of them would be alone. They'd have time.
On top of that, Vash needs to help people - it's what keeps him alive, and it makes him happy. Wolfwood needs someone who'll treat him like he's a person rather than a weapon, to remember that he doesn't have to be the Punisher. That's what keeps him alive. There's still a place for him in the world, even for what he's become.
If Vash can convince Wolfwood, his brother's agent, to accept that place... if he can help him... maybe he could do the same for his brother. Just as Luida did for Vash himself.
And Wolfwood does a damn good job playing the part without even knowing that's what he's doing. Well, he knows he's protecting Vash, but all it's in how he does it.
JPN: You only get one life. You have to fight for it, no matter who you hurt in the process. There's no other way to survive.
ENG: You only get one life, y'know? Self-sacrifice might satisfy the ego, but don't throw your life away. Survival's everything.
This is advice you'd get from a brother. If one must die so another can live, I'd rather you live - so make sure of it. Dumbass. (It's also the final request Rem made of the twins: I want you two to survive./Try your very best to survive for me.) Maybe phrased bluntly and a bit abrasive, but not… insane. No weird sermons about crusades and fire from the sky, no verbal abuse or put-downs, no blame, no hurt. What's more, while Wolfwood does try to convince Vash to leave the reporters for dead, when Vash goes back for them Wolfwood bitches all the way but goes with him. He slices open the Grand Worm for them (though I think also to annoy Zazie). And after that, he clinches it by, of all things, trying to get Meryl to eat bugs.
You're not going so survive like that. Come on!/Are any of you freaks interested in survival? Come on! Open wide!
(This is totally irrelevant, but their stupid bickering in the background in the English dub is hilarious. Nick straight up says "I'm helping!" and adds something about how short Meryl is. Meryl starts protesting that she's a "perfectly average-sized woman." I bet they were unbearable in the truck.)
Nai was always dismissive of, if not outright nasty about, Vash enjoying food he doesn't need. Nick gets it. Consuming food gives physical nourishment, and Plants don't need that to survive. But it's also togetherness, shared joy. Those are things both Plants and humans need, so it's not a 'waste'. We're more than merely serving a material purpose or function, even one that's self-declared. Even as Plants.
No matter how heavy a cross you carry, you still deserve to eat. You still deserve to laugh./Heh, no matter how heavy the cross is you carry, you deserve food. And to laugh.
Vash needed to hear that, or something like it. It's the kind of thing Rem used to say, the kind of thing Luida told him. (It's about everyone getting a share.) Meryl, though she cares for him, doesn't yet know how to break through Vash's rumination.
Nick's being a jackass older brother by happenstance, because he's letting down his guard. It's who he really is: kind of a silly kid who cares deeply about people and shows it by goofing off and pushing their buttons until they want to fucking kill him. But Vash would so relieved to have a brother who's just annoying about how much he cares. Who still cares enough to listen to his opinions, and to compromise when they disagree; who doesn't loathe the person Vash is because it's not what he thinks Vash should be. So Vash eats what Wolfwood offers, despite Roberto's warnings, extending his trust. Wolfwoof takes that in the spirit it was intended, a little shocked. Despite himself (and despite Zazie), he and Vash are genuine friends from this moment onward.
Also Nick is having a ball bugging the shit out of Meryl. She's like three feet tall and so easy to piss off! Maybe if he tries hard enough he can make her head explode. Irritating the little sister mode: activate.
That doesn't mean everything's love and peace, though.
Wolfwood's work isn't over yet. I think he's relieved Vash extended his trust both because, despite himself, Nick likes this dude (and that must have been an interesting realisation to come to about his sadistic boss's fluffy wuffy cotton ball of a twin brother) and because it makes his job easier. But now he's emotionally invested. He shouldn't be. He can't be. Zazie reminded him why, can see it in [his] eyes. The last person who cared like this was Livio.
Again, Vash isn't stupid. He does care about Nick as a person, not a surrogate Nai, just as he cares about everyone; it's why he's so easy to love and so, so many people have come to love him. (Precious darling boy.) Nevertheless, there are gaps between what Vash needs from Nick and what Nick is capable of giving. And there's one huge glaring difference between Wolfwood and Knives.
That difference meant the hope Vash came to have about confronting Knives in July was misplaced. He just couldn't have known until it was too late.
Part I
Part III
Part IV
Part V
Part VI
Part VII
#trigun stampede#tristampparty#trigun meta#nicholas d. wolfwood#millions knives#vash the stampede#wolfwood's refusal to employ any skill at clandestine operations fucking cracks me up#it's like he's trying to get fired or discharged but he was abducted by a death cult#so he's just incompetent on purpose because fuck all ya'll#what are they going to do. fire him? torture him? shoot him?#bad news about all that stuff guys#meta: my brother's keeper
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Angel and Guy this. Darlin and Angel that.
no.
Sweetheart and Angel were childhood best friends where Sweetheart put up with Angel’s shit and Angel made them (occasionally) laugh now take these headcanons:
Sweetheart and Angel moved in together before finding their mates
More specifically, they lied when they got an apartment together saying that they were engaged to each other so the renter would be more likely to rent to them.
So when Sweetheart moved out and David moved in a week later, Angel and David both got side eyes until they too moved out
Neither knew why until Sweetheart made a joke about it while hanging out with the group and Angel almost passed away laughing
David just sat there like “THATS why people wouldn’t speak to me when I moved in???”
Sweetheart and Angel made little videos together when they were teens that Angel shows the group.
Sweetheart HATES it. Milo adores it.
Angel got Sweetheart into Kpop so now they talk about it like how Milo and Asher were talking about Drag Race
Sweetheart initially didn’t like David- almost hated him, even- because of how he treated Angel early on in their relationship.
Angel told Sweetheart about that one fight they got into where David accused them of cheating and Sweetheart was ready to ride at dawn.
They saw their first chance to fight David and they almost took it.
Angel calmed them down, but it took a long time for Sweetheart to warm up to David after that, even with him being Milo’s alpha.
Angel and Milo got along great. However, you know that scene from Scott Pilgrim vs The World where Wallace tells Scott to go after Romana because he needs him to move out?
That was them. Angel needed everything to work out between Sweetheart and Milo so they could get an apartment to themselves.
Again, they saw an opportunity and they took it.
Also, Angel chronically overshares with Sweetheart and has the entirety of their friendship.
Sweetheart knows basically everything about them, from their blood type to their kinks, whether they want to or not (spoiler: they really didn’t).
They did flex this on David, though, literally until the two got engaged.
Neither of them know how to cook well, but Sweetheart took over the cooking role when they were living together because Angel in the kitchen was even more of a hazard then than it is now.
Deadass, it was really:
SH: Angel, what is that burning smell?
Angel: Lmao just my desire for you.
SH: …Angel, the toaster is on fire.
They are still unsure which is happier that they moved out and got partners who know how to cook. Sweetheart for not having to cook alone and David dealing with Angel’s mess or Angel for never having to actually learn how to cook properly because they consistently live with people who can cook.
I could genuinely write more but this is all for now.
#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redacted shaw pack#redacted sweetheart#redacted headcanons#redacted angel#redacted david#david shaw#redacted milo#milo greer#redacted asher#asher talbot
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Could I please request GOM + haizaki + hanamiya with a friend who see's her bf cheating on her and they comfort her. thanks :)
Alexa, play Before He Cheats ;) Some of these answers are about how the guys would comfort her, some are about what they'd do that very moment.
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Kuroko
the two of you are standing across the street from your now ex-boyfriend, watching as he was out on a date with another girl from your class
Kuroko doesn't say anything as he initially starts pulling you away from the scene, not wanting to be witness to it anymore
he takes you to a quiet, secluded place and, at first, the two of you just sit there in silence, but once you start sobbing, he's pulling you into his arms for a comforting embrace
Kise
as your eyes lock with your boyfriend's, Kise makes a quick decision to grab at your hand and make it look like the two of you were out on a date as well
he's quick to put on a fake smile and drag you away, speaking loudly to try and scare your boyfriend back to his other date
when the two of you are finally away, he decides to make it an actual date, platonic or more, whatever you wanted, wherever you wanted, just to see you smiling again
Aomine
he gives you the most toxic advice he can think of in order to get your revenge and make you feel better
"just ghost him. or better yet, fuck his brother, then ghost him. no wait, fuck his dad."
Aomine's version of comfort isn't actually the healthiest because he's giving you ideas on all the different ways you could break your ex-boyfriend's heart back; he's also thinking of ways to break your ex-boyfriend in general
Midorima
never one to be too confrontational, Midorima tries to steer you away from where your boyfriend was currently cheating on you
he's silent for most of the time, both waiting for you to say something about it first and wondering what he could even say in this situation
"he wasn't right for you anyway" — he says this when he feels like the silence has gone on for too long, but he doesn't seem to have an answer when you ask who was right for you then
Murasakibara
Murasakibara could be rather threatening when he wanted to be and, in that moment, he really wanted to crush your boyfriend
the girl he is cheating with is the first to notice the tall basketball player looming over their table, a glare on his face and his hands tensed into fists
"that doesn't look like ____-chin" — he's looking back and forth between you and the other girl, then finally turns his menacing gaze on your boyfriend — "so what the hell are you doing?"
Akashi
he asks you if you want to confront your boyfriend, but when you inevitably say no, Akashi doesn't push for it; instead, the both of you try to continue on with your original plans
he can tell you're overly distracted though, so he convinces you to go home and rest, knowing full well that neither of you would be able to
once you're out of sight however, he's making a few phone calls — it was time to gather evidence and a few people owed him favors
Hanamiya
in front of you, Hanamiya doesn't seem all that sympathetic to the fact your boyfriend was cheating on you; in fact, he almost seems to act like he knew it would happen all along
do not mistake this for indifference, because he's actually boiling mad underneath his usual sneer
so far it hasn't been confirmed, but the next day you hear rumors about the KiriDai basketball club cornering your ex-boyfriend in a dark alley and committing some brutal acts
Haizaki
he's nearly more pissed than you are; you can see the way he's tensing his jaw and clenching his fists
Haizaki's form of comforting you is swift and painful revenge; before you can even stop him, he's stomping up to your now ex-boyfriend and lifting him up by the collar of his shirt — "really? you're cheating on ____ with that ugly bitch?"
it honestly will turn into an all out fist fight if you don't hold him back from doing anything to rash
#kuroko#kise#aomine#midorima#murasakibara#akashi#hanamiya#haizaki#gom#does mura swear? i feel like he wouldn't but the line didn't feel right without it
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ok sorry but julian. my sweet dear julian. i will never ever ever shut the fuck up about babe got a tamagotchi i need to know everything about it and when you're finished with it i need you to bypass posting it on ao3 and inject it into my veins
hello, m'love! i'm glad you're ready to be as hyperfixated on babe and his tamagotchi as i am, but i fear you may be disappointed as this is just the title of my early 2000s battle of the bands au.
babe won't play a gig without his trusty tamagotchi attached to his belt loop, and it has somehow become the main visual representation of this fic in my mind. and bc i keep changing the actual title for this damn thing, it's still "babe got a tamagotchi!!!" as a file
but, about the fic itself!
babe plays keyboard and is the very enthusiastic second vocalist of george luz's two-month old garage band. and yes, he will absolutely bite if you try and call him a backing vocalist. especially bc skip muck will never let him forget that he's the main vocalist and frontman of the band. george disagrees and is constantly trying to explain how actually, despite him being on guitar, he's actually the frontman of the band bc he created it. then we've got malarkey on bass, who frankly does not want to be a part of this competition whatsoever, and lieb on drums, who's not particularly bothered but thinks it will probably be hilarious so has agreed to go along with it.
they've played two gigs total in their entire career. neither of which paid them. one was an impromptu performance at a friend's party and the other was in the retirement home of george's grandfather, where they were asked to cover songs by the beach boys and nothing else. malarkey threatened to end everyone and himself that day, so they've never played a beach boys song since.
george is convinced they're gonna win the local battle of the bands competition, and enters them without telling any of the others. unfortunately for them, local favourites, the bastognes, fresh off their very first tour and supposedly on the precipice of being signed to an actual record label, are also competing. and are probably going to win. no, they're definitely going to win. no doubt about it.
the bastognes are ofc very familiar faces, but i'll leave that for future discussion. outside of the band scene, we also have david webster, classical pianist, who really doesn't want to be dragged into a sticky dive bar to deal with these idiots and their antics, but is definitely going to be. mainly bc he writes for the local university paper and has been assigned to cover the competition. then we have joe toye, who bartends at said dive bar, aka the music venue holding the competition. he may or may not be fucking a certain band member who may or may not also be his boyfriend.
yes, there's webgott. yes, there's baberoe.
babe and his tamagotchi frequent heavily bc the bar is so low for me and it does in fact have me frothing at the mouth
and if you're curious, his tamagotchi is yellow with pink and orange buttons and detailing
if you still want it injected into your veins i am ready and waiting with the syringe!
for this ask/tag wip game :)
#we need more fic with skip muck at the forefront ok#julian's inbox#julian's ask games#my wips#julian writes#i can't remember any of my tags anymore
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Wenclair-"Mine" Chapter 1
I'm completely obsessed with Wednesday on Netflix and Jenna Ortega in general as I'm sure the rest of the fandom is sooooo... Just a little fanfic idea I couldn't get out of my head. I'm not sure where it's heading or how good it will be but hey I need to get it out and why not let y'all read it too.
First chapter is a lot flashbacks to scenes from the actual show and I also have not really followed the original story's timeline so
Wednesday Addams wasn't the easiest person to get along with and this was no secret to absolutely every human/monster she had ever had the displeasure of coming into contact with. Enid knew this. Enid ignored this. Enid was determined to get to know The Wednesday Addams.
She wasn't sure why but there was something about this girl. Her polar opposite counterpart had these black captivating orbs for eyes that literally stared directly into Enid's soul and dragged her out of her hazy colour filter that covered her own blue eyes. The relentless optimism that she portrayed outwardly helped a lot in turning everything the supposedly soulless girl said to her into a hidden positive but her fuel was running out.
In the last 2 weeks every conversation Enid and Wednesday exchanged had odd undertones that neither of them were able to figure out. From day 1 it has been a battle between the 2, what for? They didn't know. Something about the other pressed into each girl with an unrelenting compulsion to piss eachother off. This was highly evident in the last 2 weeks.
*2 weeks ago*
"I trust Enid has given you the old Nevermore welcome" Ms Thornhill asked happily
"she's been smothering me with hospitality... I hope to return the favour" Enid smiled widely at this "in her sleep" Wednesday finished causing the bubbly girl to turn towards her terrified.
*1 week and 6 days go*
Enid growled as Wednesday approach her hastily "DONT mess with me" she protracted her claws and stared at her wide eyed and ready to fight her if she needed to
"This kittys got claws and I am not afraid to use them" She finished.
Wednesday halted in her tracks. Never has anyone as harmless as Enid Sinclair threatened her with such confidence. Maybe there was more to this girl than Wednesday had originally thought.
1 week and 5 days ago*
For someone who walked alone and never did as she was told it was remarkable the influence that Enid had on Wednesday.
This was extremely evident when she was stood awaiting the start of the Poe cup
"Your costumes in the tent" Enid smiled brightly
"Costume?" Wednesday almost sounded frightened at the implications of those words. Yet 6 minutes later she was dressed head to toe in a catsuit, courtesy of Enid Sinclair, ready to paddle into battle for her.
*1 week and 4 days ago*
Wednesday became protective of Enid going on her first date. She attempted to act uninterested ignoring the girl who got ready, only answering when she directly addressed her.
"Wish me luck" she beamed
"If he breaks your heart I'll Nailgun his" she spoke not looking up from her typewriter.
*1 week and 3 days ago*
Wednesday almost got Enid killed
*1 week ago and 2 days ago*
Wednesday almost got Enid killed... Again
"Are you okay" Wednesday asked for once showing genuine concern.
But Enid was too terrified from what she had just gone through and stormed of crying "since when do you care"
*1 week and 1 day ago*
Enid finally snapped. She wanted to be around Wednesday so badly but it seemed all Wednesday ever tried to do was get rid of her. It was literally killing Enid.
"I've tried! Really,really" she paused "really hard to be your friend" she shook slightly with anger. "Always put myself out there" her voice was rising with each word "thought of your feelings" ( She was sure Wednesday had them) "...told people I know she gives off serial killed vibes but she's really just shy"
Wednesday was flustered but remained stone faced and ready. " I never asked you to do that" she forced out
"You didn't have too because that's what friends do!" Enid was yelling now
"You wanna be alone Wednesday?" She rhetorically asked "BE ALONE" as she stormed out
*1 week ago*
"Was I an annoying distraction?" Enid's voice broke. When she had returned to the room missing Wednesday her defenses rose and they both began to argue ... Again.
"You definitely had some annoying habits" Wednesday bluntly stated
"such as" she asked defensively.
"you giggle when you text which is a 24/7 addiction"
"Well at least it's not a migraine inducing type writer hammering into my head" she challenged walking towards her opposite.
"When you're not grinding your canines you growl in your sleep" she attacked her wolf, also stepping forward.
"as opposed to late night Cello solo's?" the argument became heated.
"you over commit to clubs and activities then complain about them non-stop" she retorted, the slightest twinge of annoyance evident in her voice.
"I take that over your obsession with all things creepy and dead!" She stepped forward again, the light of her colourful window illuminating her features.
"You could gas an entire village with the amount of perfume you spritz" Wednesday followed suit by stepping into the dull light of her own dark and dingy window.
"Guess I'm the lucky one with the new bestie that doesn't try to find ways to endanger literally everybody she comes into contact with!" Enid's tone changed and before Wednesday could even open her mouth to speak she continued "In fact Yoko and I are so in sync that she's begging me to be her new roomie"
For the first time in a while Wednesday had to struggle in keeping a straight face when Enid said "permanently"
*6 days ago*
Wednesday sat by her window curled up into a ball. She was alone again. And of course she was meant to thrive under these conditions yet with Enid gone... She finally felt what it's really like to be alone and not in the good way.
*5 days ago*
"You're back" her body jolted into a split second of relief before stiffening back up again.
"I'm gone for 2 days the place gets trashed and thing almost died..." Enid shrugs and honestly Wednesday couldn't argue with the girl "someone's gotta look out for you" at those words her brain basically broke.
"what made you change your mind" she asked curiously.
"Because we work" she looked up with attentiveness "we shouldn't but we do" what followed was Enid's confident response of not being sorry for who she is. Wednesday had to respect that... Respect that silently of course.
"Thing said he missed you" Wednesday broke the silence. She wanted to tell the girl she missed her. That for some backwards ass reason,that she couldn't begin to understand, she didn't like being away from her. For the first time in her entire life. She was not content with being lonely anymore.
"I missed him too" Enid's soft smile and wandering eyes were an obvious sign that she knew exactly what the ominous girl had meant
*3 days ago*
Wednesday was irritated with herself for her display of emotion so she rejected Enid's friendship after only one day of allowing the werewolf some peace.
*2 days ago*
Wednesday rejected Enid's friendship again, pulling out every defense mechanism in the book.
*1 day ago*
Wednesday rejected Enid's friendship for the third time, yet continued to accidentally show her concern towards the girl when she was hurt.Or continuously tell her one thing but mean an entirely different thing. It was frustrating because each girl knew they cared for one another but Wednesday refused to show Enid besides speaking in riddles towards her.
And now ... *Today*
She sat on her bed with headphones on listening to her happy playlist and would occasionally glance over at the back of Wednesday. She always found it fascinating when the dark haired girl sat down at her desk for her '1 hour of writing time'. She got so lost in the words on the pages, it should be boring to watch but more often than not Enid found herself watching the girl intently and had to scold herself for being creepy. Ironic yes as that is Wednesday's own default when it comes to her everyday state but still she doubts the girl watches her sleep... Well she hopes the girl doesn't watch her sleep. (She was wrong)
"I can feel you staring" Enid was snapped out of her thoughts by Wednesday who paused for a moment causing the room to fall eerily silent
"Sorry" Enid responded before looking back down at her phone "how did she know" she whispered to herself.
She heard a loud sigh from across the room and the wretched sound of the wooden chair legs scraping across the worn down splintered floor boards. Wednesday stood up her usual straight back and cold gaze boring into the pink haired girl
"Because Enid you are the most obvious and least conspicuous person I have ever met" she said a matter of factly
" Seriously? What is your problem Wednesday? I thought you were happy to have me back?"
"I never said that" she almost looked away but managed to remain focused on the girl.
"you didn't have to" Enid responded barely letting the dark haired girl finish her sentence
" It still doesn't change the fact that you are the most discernable creature I have ever met" Sge raised an eyebrow almost challenging the girl once again
Enid just sort of chuckled and looked away which the other girl took as a defeat. Ironically, she actually found it funny that Wednesday was oblivious to her own attraction towards the girl. Well not attraction ...it wasn't an attraction in that way...Enid was sure she just yearned for the girls friendship and nothing else.
"You know Wednesday I don't mean to stare it's just so fun to watch you write" she decided to derail the conversation. She sat up on her bed all bubbly, shaking the thoughts from her head.
"I can't imagine why" she stated bluntly, taking a few steps towards Enid's side of the room
"Me neither but you are veryyyy" she waved her hands dramatically "captivating" she smiled. She always did try to compliment Wednesday. For someone so cold she seemed to warm up Enid's heart even if that was kept under the radar.
Wednesday wasn't used to this kind of treatment from people especially since she repeatedly attempted to act poorly towards Enid but the girl is infuriatingly happy and immune to her unappealing nature.
"I know" she replied only a twitch of her eyebrow in response.
Enid needs to stop being taken aback by the way Wednesday responds to her but it's just not as easy as she thinks.
"wow self centered much" she attempted to laugh with the girl but of course that would require Wednesday to show some sort of emotion or even a little interest in "joking around"
The girls just looked at each other for a moment before the more sinister of the two, turned on her heals "very" she mumbled before walking back to her chair and resuming her task.
"I will break you Wednesday Addams" Enid spoke once again showing her determination to be friendly with the girl. She jumped off of the bed pointing a finger towards her.
Wednesday stopped in her tracks and turned back to the pink haired girl
"Many have tried." She spoke walking slowly towards Enid, her wide eyes boring Enid's soul "None have succeeded" she got closer to her and Enid couldn't help but look the girl up and down. After noticing this she played it off as her looking down somewhat afraid of Wednesday.
"What makes you think you're any different?" she cocked an eyebrow stopping so close to Enid's face she could feel the girl's breath on her face . Wednesday enjoyed making the girl nervous but it seemed not for her usual reasons lately. She didn't want Enid to suffer but something about her little puppy dog confused face gave Wednesday a feeling of satisfaction. It was gross but she kind of liked it therefore she continued.
Enid didn't say anything.
"well" she said folding her arms not breaking eye contact for even a second to blink.
"I-I'm" SHE DID NOT JUST STUTTER. Enid could have slapped herself for that one. She noticed Wednesday's sly smirk creep onto her face and she internally screamed at herself, unable to strip the look of nervousness from her face.
"Case and point" Wednesday bluntly stated before walking away
The bubbly girl frowned and threw herself back onto the bed sighing and putting her headphone on. She placed her hand on her head and squeezed her eyes shut in annoyance.
*Later that day*
The blood red moon was fast approaching and as all the other lycans made thier way to the caves Enid stood on the rooftop outside her window watching them push and shove eachother playfully running across the courtyard.
She felt overcome with misery just as she did every full moon but today was different. Today was worse. Today it's officially over for her. Enid being 18 and still not having her first shift meant it will probably never happy and she was destined for a life as a lone wolf. ENID. ENID SINCLAIR THE SOCIAL BUTTERFLY A LONE WOLF.
Wednesday lurked by the window watching Enid wearily. Usually she found comfort in the sadness of others. She enjoyed watching the world inevitably crush thier dreams but she couldn't help but feel sad for her? Gross she was feeling ...how disgusting she scolded herself plainly.
Wednesday chose to ignore this and grabbed her Cello dragging it out the window. Enid didn't notice at first staring up at the night sky a single tear escaping her eye as she thought of how her family would feel knowing she was a disappointment.
Then she heard it. The deep hum of the instrument penetrated her ears as Wednesday played a fitting solemn tune on her Cello. She got lost in the music while the other girl turned to watch her play.
The way her fingers danced along the strings, her eyes completely focused, her body completely still and unspoiled by the world. Enid couldn't take her eyes off her, she was captivated again. She hated this feeling. The pink haired girl had felt it the first time she saw Wednesday and had avoided it ever since. She wanted to be friends with the girl. FRIENDS. And it was an ongoing battle with her brain, the likes of which seemed to be forcing this attraction onto her. She couldn't help it.
Once the dark haired girl had finished her song she looked up at Enid with a lifeless expression.
"Beautiful" Enid whispered under her breath staring at Wednesday.
"what"
"what"
"You said something" Wednesday moved to place her Cello down and stood up to move towards Enid.
"Beautiful t-the song was umm beautiful" she stumbled over her words.
"It's about a violently tormented women who's driven to insanity by the people around her" she said in true Wednesday fashion.
"Wooooow wait to kill the mood" Enid responded almost immediately snapping out of her Wednesday vision.
"From what I have observed in the last 20 minutes the mood was already dead" she breathed in deeply "Smells just like a fresh corpse" she stared at Enid of course not blinking.
"You're so creepy" Enid cracked a small smile but decided to leave it there turning back around to stare at the sky.
Wednesday would usually be quite content to leave the conversation there but everything had built up over some time now and her detective nature kicked in.
So in the spirit of uncovering mysteries she was finally ready to question Enid relentlessly on her recent behaviours and uncover the mystery that is Enid Sinclair.
Hope you guys enjoyed part 1 let me know if you'd be interested in reading a part 2 because I will probably be writing regardless.
#wenclair#wednesday#enid sinclair#wednesday addams#wenclair fanfic#wenclair mine#wenclair mine chapter 1
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Oooh ds au motogp, you mentioned thirst trap slutty chaos demon Jorge? Please do tell me more, im very intrigued. 👀
So Fabio being a good boy and Marc deliberatly getting a spanking by posting thirst traps were just so delicious. Fabulousness.
But what punishment does Marc recieve for the soft porn half naked workout videos? Or did he gave permission for those ones? Or was that when he felt very neglected and passive aggresivly shot those without a collar and posted?
On the other end of the insta spectrum how much does dom coo over marc and his brother's dog, fabio and various dogs, jorge and his (?) dog, enea and his dog, bezz and his dog (was it any other moto boy you liked for this?). Like the adorableness.
Also Fabio in various soft sweaters, so coo worthy, need to cuddle and pet his hair.
And then we have Marc in various post surgery and injury recovery pics. Is that something his dom takes as a sign that Marc needs all the soft but structured scenes. Needs to just float and let someone else be in the drivers seat for a little while and be loved and cared for?
Cheers 🏍 anon
There are only three things guarantees in the universe: death, taxes and 🏍️ anon dropping killer MotoGP asks. I fucking love this. I really want to write more for MotoGP cause they’re actually truly my favourite lads.
So I’m gonna discuss this by separating each concept, because I think that makes the most sense? As always, let me know if you want to hear more about anything/if anything inspires you/if you want to see more MotoGP!
D/S AU THIRST TRAPS:
So firstly, as I said Jorge is indeed a chaos demon with this, and I say demon because he doesn’t just post his own thirst traps, no no he must drag you into hell with him. He’s not getting into heaven and neither are you.
If you go to the gym with him, sweaty workout selfies of both of you WILL be posted. He must show off both his insane body and also his insanely hot dominant. And he’ll do the most suggestive poses over, he once posted a picture of him shirtless leaning against you, literally licking your neck he’s an absolute menace.
You have to curate the pictures he does and does not post or else he will post straight up porn on his Instagram stories, and he’s perfectly happy with you choosing what he can post as long as he’s still allowed to post soft core porn and pictures with you.
As for Marc’s punishments….
So I think the half naked workout videos actually are taken with permission, mostly because they actually have to be edited? It takes work before those can be posted, unlike just taking his shirt off and posting a picture.
In fact I think him doing them without a collar would probably somehow be a requirement? Like a sponsor doesn’t want him to wear it. And Marc, as much as he loves to push your buttons, would NEVER take his collar off because that’s his everything. So he was very unhappy filming those videos and had to take multiple breaks to get reassurance from you.
However, he does get punished for just randomly posting half naked pictures without permission and that is always done when he’s feeling bratty and wants attention. He gets his attention for them, which is a very good spanking followed by a cockcage but that’s exactly what he wanted.
CUTENESS:
(I adore all of this babble)
So firstly, all of the subs take introducing you to their dogs VERY seriously. Especially Marc and Bez. It was an entire event with Bez. You literally had to come to his house just to meet his dog. As for Marc, he conveniently forgets the dogs are actually Alex’s and just treats them like his own and it’s also very important that you like them and get along with them.
For Bez especially though, because whenever he has the time he’s always with his dog and he doesn’t want to have to split his time between his Dom and his dog. And he absolutely adores spending time just the three of you. In fact maybe you start calling bez’s dog in for aftercare? You get Bez all cleaned up and fed and whatnot and then it’s just time for cuddles and waiting for him to recover so you call his dog in and then Bez can have dog cuddles!! It’s the absolute best. Just a happy, sleepy fucked out Bez cuddling his dog.
Oh god and Fabio with all his sweaters!! I actually recently spoke about this on discord server and I’m gonna repeat it here: Fabio LOVES being his Dom’s babygirl. He loves to be cared for and loved on and looked after and treated like he’s too pretty to do anything for himself. He’ll put on some comfy oversized sweater and his cute little glasses and fuzzy socks and come snuggle right under his Dom’s arm, refusing to do anything for himself because he’s simply too cute and too sweet you must do it all for him.
And Marc! Poor Marc. Honestly by this point I think you’d have a whole aftercare protocol in place for post surgery care with him just because of the sheer number of surgeries he’s had to undergo. I think the first few days after surgery are always the toughest for Marc, because that’s when he can do the least and when he literally just needs to rest it. Once he starts being able to start the rehab process, then he’s okay because he’s got a game plan and things to do. But the initial week or so of having to do literally nothing kills him.
That’s the time where he spends most of it just floating in subspace for you. It’s so much better for him when you just take him down. Because then he can’t feel bad about not doing anything or push himself too hard or get stuck in his own head because he’s too busy being your good boy.
Marc also insists he heals much better like that, but most likely that’s just because you’re there to take very good care of him. So yeah, plenty of very relaxed non-sexual but structured scenes that allow Marc to just float in subspace and recover.
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tuesday again 5/16/2023
used up all my words writing fic this week, this is uncharacteristically short
listening
the last time i listened to this song, i was in a rental car on the way back to umass from seeing The Last Jedi with some friends. real oldheads: do you remember the mustang we all made fun of with lights that projected a little running horse onto the ground? that was the rental car.
this is a perfect feelgood summery song. no notes.
youtube
how'd i find this: listening to the s/tar wars rewatch podcast A More Civilized Age reminded me of how i cried in sheer rage at the end of The Las/t Jedi lol
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reading
this is one of the coolest textile/data/activism projects ive ever heard of.
Even with natural dyes, for the most part, people don’t think about their water quality. They don’t understand that the invisible things in the water can affect the outcome of the color. You know, it’s just like, “Oh, madder is red, so I’m gonna get a red textile.” But there are so many more steps in dyeing a piece of fabric with a plant dye, or an insect dye. It’s not as easy as just putting some plants in a pot and turning the water heat up.
The goal of using color was to be able to visually demonstrate that not all water is the same. I was hoping to see if I could sort of pull out the pollution, but then what I figured out was that it’s very complex. It’s very possible that I’m demonstrating pollution, but I think I need to gather and do way more tests in order to prove something.
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watching
a bunch of stuff, but a lot of surface level critique.
Symphony for a Massacre (1963, Deray) is a french noir i picked somewhat at random bc it was on my library's streaming service. this is a film about a drug shipment, counterfeit money, and multiple double crosses (but none of them overlap in interesting ways) that takes you by the arm and drags you along, unwavering, toward the end. i want to sound less complimentary than i do there, but i can't be bothered. wanted to like it, it didn't grab me. i had some difficulty telling actors apart, and i don't think anyone's performance stood out except for the wife of a club owner, who flings her jewel box at someone's feet to pay her husband's debt.
Maverick (1994, dir. Donner) is full of guys i love to see (Molina, Coburn, Garner) but committed the unforgivable sin of reminding me that there were two much better movies i could be watching instead: Silverado (1985, dir. Kasdan) and Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989, Spielberg). Jodie Foster is extremely fucking hot and more than holds her own. i think my big beef with this film is that i don't care for mel gibson as an actor or a person. also, this film cannot decide if it wants to be a comedy or an action-adventure (even though there are many funny action-adventure films) and as a result does neither genre well. i said "oh come ON" out loud at the final twist.
also rewatched The Batman (2022, dir. Reeves). i don't know why either. i think if it ended on the roof of gotham square garden and we didn't have the following goodbye scene with catwoman AND the following arkham scene, it would have stuck its landing a little better. wish this movie wasn't visually so fuckin dark, bud. throw some contrast in there.
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playing
friday afternoon, remembered i had a code for Powerwasher Simulator, and since then i have played almost twenty hours. i've also almost caught up with A More Civilized Age, a podcast in the Austin Walker extended universe about rewatching all of star wars. five star podcast five star runtime
most importantly, BIG FOOKIN DISH
it is so very seductive to open this game and have my brain turn off. it is SO seductive to feel like i am actually accomplishing tangible things. unfortunately, i need to do many things with no tangible results (or no tangible results i will see for many months, which is almost as bad) and i seem to have fucked up my shoulder by playing too much viddy gaem.
the writing in this game (mostly in the form of text messages from your clients that pop in as you hit certain cleaning milestones) is so goddamn funny. this is a job sim game. there are eight billion of these games. they didn't have to be funny at all
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making
read my pornography. it has math jokes. you do not need to have read anything else i've written.
#tuesday again#tuesday again no problem#having a bit of a Brain Week but im like. doing dishes again so things are improving#Youtube
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This Week in BL - Lots of rings exchanged
Aug 2022 Wk 2
Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.
Ongoing Series - Thai
The Eclipse (Fri YT) Ep 1 of 15 - Oh it’s good. BL does Blacklist with a good boy/bad boy pairing (paladin/rogue). F&K have great chemistry right off the bat. And it’s so nice to have GMMTV’s production values on 2 BLs, even if they flipped the levels on the music/dialogue tracks in this ep (qua?). Did you SEE what was inside the cursed flower pot? A baby cactus!
Vice Versa (Sat on YT) Ep 5 of 12 - Gun appearing as Third was very meta of you GMMTV. I see what you did there. Ooo. Cohabitation trope! I was wondering about the pacing with this one, but they have self corrected with a new core trope. Nice. *sits up, pays attention* It’s engaging and never drags, gotta give them that.
21 Days Theory (Sun YT ) Ep 1 of 8 - I am loving this high school Love Sick revisit, BLUE SHORTS in spades. Yay!
Coffee Melody (Mon Viki) Ep 4 of 10 - Well, that relationship moved into the sack quickly. I like it, it seems sort of mature and normal than most BL. They are cute and smiley and sweet together. I also think this BL is honestly dealling with mutually hurt. Pleng Ruk says it’s too soon. But also he doesn’t get to act like a boyfriend if he isn’t one. Duen Yi only wants what he wants and isn’t thinking about the consequences. On a different note: The pink hair thing is hilarious: we can see which days different recordings were done and which ones were pickups by how faded the pink is and roots showing. I’m still skipping all of the band stuff which means I’m only watching about half of the show, just the cafe bits. So maybe you shouldn’t take my opinions to heart. But then you should never take my opinions to heart.
Love Mechanics (Sun WeTV) Ep 8 of 10 - I like the insight into Mark‘s home life. That sullen iciness comes from Daddy. I like Mark’s ex-boyfriend too, but then I liked him in the original. I like how miserable Vee got. Yin & War are terrific little actors. It’s hard not to get mad at the messy, but when it’s performed this good, it’s fun to wallow in mutual agony.
Unforgotten Night (Weds on GaGa) Ep 8 of 12 Neither as bad nor as good as it could be. Shrug. TRASH WATCH IS HERE!
Check Out (Sat IQIYI) Ep 10 of 12 - Honestly the leads are a good pair. I’m sad they didn't get a better script. It’s Tuxedo all over again. But I LOVED that they gave Tee a new boy!
My Secret Love (Sat YT) Ep 11 of 12 - The domesticity with the side couples is really engaging, sex scenes were descent, but that’s it. However there was a probubly verse couple. The main couple is a little better after the time jump, mostly because Mek in now understandably arrogant. I guess.
My Only 12% (Fri iQIYI) Ep 1 of 15 - It’s a pretty classic friends to lovers jock/nerd set up with neighbors & codependency to get us started and high school. I am actually MIR mixed with Bad Buddy (same author) vibes from this. I like it, Santa & Earth do great at this character dynamic. Seeing Peak back in shorts is a TRIP. Also we’re starting to get that thing where an actor will be in multiple BL‘s airing at the same time (waves at Benz). Also a trip. Awe PREM! I didn’t know he was in this. Wabi Sabi bringing out the BIG GUNS.
Ongoing Series - Not Thai
Minato Shouji Coin Laundry (Japan Weds GaGa) Ep 7 of 12 I keep saying next week is gonna hurt, but I’m not saying that this time because they keep delaying the crisis point. Not that the pacing is off, it’s keeping me intersted, just that Japan is too unpredictable. Especially when handed and unprecedented 12 eps. But Shin did finally turn 18 and make his intentions crystal clear. - SQUEE WATCH ALONG
Papa & Daddy 2 (Mon GaGa) Ep 1-2 of 8 - Honestly I didn’t expect to like this. I don’t have a good history with 2nd seasons, and Taiwan really likes to make a soap opera out of their queers. Witness that this one starts with a secret baby trope. (Or in this case a secret teenage son trope?) There’s a lot of lying to each other and evil parents. (Why are parent characters always so terrible in Chinese dramas?) And of course I already have a crush on the pining chef - 2nd lead syndrome strikes again. Who wouldn’t? I like the new actor playing Jerry (he reminds me of Nunew from Cutie Pie) but his chemistry with his co-star isn’t as good. I LOVE THE DOMESTICITY.
Want to See You (Vietnam YT) Ep 12 - Vietnam is doing time jumps in later eps now? Everyone just stop it! Also this is an interesting way to enact the amnesia trope, but it’s still the amnesia trope! This turned out not to be the final ep, who knows what will be? Frankly they handled the time jump OK, it’s nice to see the characters having changed and matured (or not) and how this reflects on each other. Still I am mostly annoyed but the tropes.
Senpai, Danjite Koidewa! (Japan Fri Viki) Ep 8fin - It was cute in the very end, and all about courage. Kaneda’s mainly. But Japan’s weird hang-up around physical expressions of affection in BL which I expect in their slapstick high school stuff, feels cowardly here. They don't leave out end kisses in their het office romances anymore, time to stop desexualizing the gays, too. For a plot about courage, it’s a bummer that the narrative itself didn’t have any. I can’t imagine ever watching this show again or remembering its existence. When Japan drops the balls they drop all the way to the bottom of the well. 6/10 NOT REALLY RECOMMENDED
Lots of rings exchanged this week. Most form the worst possible, least communicating couples. I would like to remind everyone that marriage is not a way to “fix it to a bad relationship,” it just makes everything worse. Like children.
In Case You Missed It
Work From Heart a Thai BL from DV8 for WeTV starts Aug 25 trailer here. An office romcom featuring lots of other couples, starring Love With Benefits pair Gameplay & Folk.
Japan bringing us More Than Words, 10 eps for Amazon Prime JP Sept 16, no trailer, no word on international distribution, premiere on adaptation of Etsuko’s two mangas "In The Apartment" and "More Than Words", starring Ryōko Fujino (Fujoshi, Ukkari Gei ni Kokuru), Yuzu Aoki (Kakafukaka), Daisuke Nakagawa (Colorful Love), and Daiki Kanechika (EXIT comedian).
Honestly my money was on Viki winning his one, but happy to see it’s going to GaGa! Takara-kun and Amagi-kun from the same studio as Mr Unlucky and Senpai, so expect that style. A popular guy and an outcast boy start dating in secret. Stars Jpop Idols Arata Sato (IMPACTors) and Nao Oriyama (Shonen Ninja).
Gossip
Thai y-novel by Prang “2 Worlds” is getting an adaptation.
GMMTV is bring us something they didn’t announce at the beginning of the year, Oishi Magic Of Zero, starring EarthMix. They are play the same roles (Win & Korn) as in Cupid's Last Wish, to start (drop?) Sept 25 on YouTube! So this might just be a special or....? This is a sponsored series of one shot specials/adverts featuring exiting characters like Our Skyy. The first one was InkPa from Bad Buddy. Which I have yet to watch. (see comments)
Strongberry (our favorite production house from Korea) officially introduced 3 actors (fresh faces) for their upcoming FULL LENGTH romcom BL “#사랑은댕냥댕냥” basically “love is dang dang dang” but roughly means Love is Love actually means “love is a cat and a dog.” (see ask in feed) Guess at run time is 1.5hr, so normal KBL length. Still casting final lead. About a boy who lives alone after losing his parents who works part-time in his Uncle's shop. One day, 2 strangers appearing claiming they are reincarnations of his childhood pets (a cat and a a dog).
Korea’s Able Casting Agency posted an actor search for a character for an upcoming BL Two Game Over. That’s the first we’ve all heard of it.
Korea is ALL in on that A Shoulder To Cry On BL starring two members of the same group, OMEGA X (Jaehan & Yechan). Why? Well its schedueld to release mid Sept AND OMEGA X with sing the OST. Ho boy.
Next Week Looks Like This:
We ramping back up again, that summer lull was short and full of JBL.
Starting & Ending: Tomorrow, Monday Aug 15th, 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us (trailer) on GaGa. But I’m not sure it’s BL. Takara-kun and Amagi-kun starts on GaGa this Friday. Love in the Air Mame’s next offering via Me Mindy is supposed to start on the 19th on YT. Unless it whips into a verbal frenzy, I won’t do a trash watch (I already have 2 going right now). Love Mechanics & My Secret Love both end. Thank fuck.
This week’s best moments?
Why did no one tell me the side couple in Oh My Sunshine features the actor who played Bbomb in Nitiman? Now I may have to watch for them. Grumble. I blame all ya’all.
Well that side couple came out of nowhere! But still YAY Check Out, we like it.
Back hugs!
(last week)
#this week in BL#BL news#BL updates#BL update#BL in the news#BL episode recap#Thai BL#Vietnamese BL#Taiwanese BL#Korean BL#KBL#K-BL#Japanese BL#live action yaoi#adapted from a manga#adapted from a manwha#adapted from a y-novel#best moment of BL#best BL#upcoming BL#Star Hunter Studio#GMMTV#GaGaOOLaLa#Rakutan Viki#Oh My Sunshine Night#Nitiman#180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us#Takara-kun and Amagi-kun#Love in the Air#A Shoulder To Cry On
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Stonathan Week Day 6: Music AU - Lead signer Stever. Drummer Jonathan. Do I need to say more?
Flat Flam
Back in the sixties, Joyce Maldonado was a rising star in the Chicago music scene. She had started to drum on everything at a young age after seeing Viola Smith play and left Hawkins to play in Chicago almost the day after graduating high school. She might have become famous if she hadn't gotten back with her high school boyfriend, Lonnie Byers, on a trip home only to get married a few years later and pregnant shortly after that. She loved her son, though, even if her relationship with her husband was tumoltuous and her job unfufilling. Jonathan was her world, and her music lived on through him in wooden spoons on overturned pots or fingers tapping against hard surfaces.
Since a drumset was expensive while cans and buckets were plentiful, she made Jonathan a kit and bought him real drumsticks for the Christmas before her second son was born. They kept it in the shed for Jonathan to play when his parents fought, or his brother wouldn't stop crying, or his feelings got too big. It was the subject of the first photos he took that actually felt like something more than posed tableaus with prompted smiles.`
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"Let's try a few rehearsal takes."
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An old friend of his mother, Jim Hopper, came to visit almost five years ago. He had become a record producer in New York City, lost his daughter to cancer and his wife to grief, then moved back to Hawkins for a time before starting his own label. Steve Harrington was his first big find. The guy could do everything - vocals, guitar, keyboard, drums - but his 'friends' were leeches, as Hopper put it, with talent only good enough to be dragged along by Steve. Hopper wanted Joyce's input, and Jonathan went at her request to provide his.
Tommy's drums were immediately identified as the problem. Joyce suggested Jonathan play, just to confirm, and things went sideways when Carol was unable to keep up. Calling her out angered Tommy and, just like Jonathan learned insecure men did from his father, gave Steve an ultimatum of them or his music. Steve chose them only to later regret it and blame Jonathan, leading to a confrontation on the streer that got Jonathan arrested and Steve a black eye.
Ultimately, however, Steve regretted that, as well, and, after an apology and a long talk, they started over.
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"Count us in, Byers."
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They recorded an album with Hopper while playing anywhere that would book them. Their first single never gained much traction beyond the local college radio stations, however, but it formed the foundation of something neither of them gave a name to.
They took a break after that. Hopper put his efforts into a singer who went by El while Jonathan focused on his photography. Steve tried higher education upon his parents' request only to flunk his second semester and end up slinging ice cream to pay the bills.
That brought him to Robin, however, and he inexplicably bonded with the aspiring singer-songwriter. Jonathan had developed his own inexplicable bond with Hopper's assistant, Nancy, so he didn't question it. It only mattered that Steve wanted to make music with him - and Robin, but Jonathan was fine with that - again.
Jonathan was a little less fine with the addition of Eddie Munson. The guy seemed to just turn up one day and his style was nothing like Steve's. He brought out something in Steve no one else did, however, so Jonathan kept his skepticism to himself.
It was really jealousy, anyway, and admitting that would end up naming the thing they didn't name.
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"One, two, three-"
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Jonathan keeps the beat, reigning in the erratic energy of Eddie's snorting riffs and screaming slides. It is a back and forth, a steady rythym giving Eddie the slack to break free until it is time to pull him back with a fill to keep him from overtaking Steve's vocals that soar through the warmth of Robin's harmony and guitar.
The result is what critics later call "a chimera of genres" that "cleverly blends Harrington's new-wave pop vibes with Buckley's folksy sound over the battle of Munson's metal influence against Byers's more punk drums".
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"You okay, man?"
Jonathan looks over at Steve. They went out for drinks after the recording session.
Naturally, it turned into a party. Anywhere either Steve or Eddie go turns into a party. Jonathan hates parties, but he has been stuck in Steve's orbit since that first 'I'm sorry'.
"Yeah, no, I'm good. I just-" Jonathan leans on the brick of the alley he tried to escape to. He's surprised Steve came after him. "I feel like an afterthought in there."
Steve leans on the wall beside him. His tongue wets the bow of his lips. The unnamed thing lingers between them.
"You aren't," Steve assures, leaning over to nudge their shoulders together. "Actually, if anything, you are the thought. Without that knock on the head you gave me, I would probably have stuck with Tommy and Carol and ended up in a house on a dead end street living out a dead end life."
Jonathan's soft laugh is interrupted by fingers on his jaw that turn his face towards Steve. His breath is caught by the affection in Steve's hazel eyes and the promises of his smile. It had been short-sighted to think giving the thing between them a name made it more real than it already was.
"If you want to leave," Steve whispers, "say the word and we're gone."
Jonathan swallows. The lyrics of their one single before their hiatus, written by Steve, plays through his mind:
A thump on the head and I'm crawling forward, crawling slowly to you.
Jonathan takes Steve's hand to pull him in. The unnamed thing is said silently by the way their lips fit together, warm and familiar. Jonathan's hand rests against Steve's sternum to feel the beat of his heart. He memorizes it for a later time when he had his sticks in hand.
"Let's go."
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Remember When The Boys Were All Electric?
Ship: Occultus x Faust
Rating: Explicit
Summary: A collection of ficlets, each focusing on a different kink.
Warnings for chapter one: Knifeplay, blood, fear play
Warnings for chapter two: Piercing kink
Warnings for chapter three: Cockwarming, top Faust, bottom Occultus
Warnings for chapter four: Phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation, mentions of oral
Warnings for chapter five: Choking
Words: 2,500
The flat side of the knife was cold when it first pressed down against Occultus’ skin, settling above his belly button and the tip digging into his stomach lightly. The angle was a bit weird on Faust’s wrist, but it seemed like the safest move. He’d contemplated dragging the sharp edge along Occultus’ skin, although he didn’t trust himself to do it lightly enough to not hurt him. He didn’t want to actually cut the smaller man, not yet.
“Stay still unless you want me to stab you,” Faust warned as Occultus squirmed beneath the blade. It was an empty threat, but his eyes were dark when Occultus’ met them. He’d only ever seen him with that expression one other time, when they’d watched Pelle bringing out a knife on stage.
If Occultus was being honest, that experience was what sparked this entire thing. He couldn’t let it go once he’d seen how Faust watched the scene unfold and once he found out Faust had a thing for it, it all made sense and he was very quick to offer that they could try something similar.
The knife that Faust had brought out looked terrifying the first time Occultus had ever seen it, a large hunting knife with one straight edge and one edge that was jagged. Faust had happily told him the serrated side was for gutting things and a few minutes later, those ridges were dangerously close to Occultus’ stomach. The silent threat of Faust treating him like a prey animal was there, the possibility of him using that knife to open him up making Occultus squirm a bit more.
“Please,” Occultus murmured out, although he wasn’t sure what he was asking for. He wasn’t sure if he wanted less or more of the sensation, but he wailed when Faust suddenly turned the knife and sliced through his skin quickly. Looking down between them, he watched blood welling up from a short and straight cut that had been left in a diagonal line above his belly button. “ Please ,” He repeated, tears burning behind his eyes from the pain and the fear.
Faust paused for a moment and watched him, seemingly ready to stop. He gave Occultus a chance to use his safeword or tap out, but neither happened. Occultus had never been harder in his life and he was very glad this was something they were trying.
“You’re not getting away from me, baby. Not until I’m done with you,” Faust promised him, voice faux sweet. He spoke as though he was whispering praises to Occultus instead of threatening to continue cutting him. But to Occultus, the two were basically the same at that moment. “Hold still. Don’t want me going too deep,” He smirked, pressing the tip of the knife into the skin right beside the bleeding mark and forcing it inside as deep as he dared to. It wasn’t very deep, but with the way it felt, Faust could’ve hilted the knife for all he knew.
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“It looks really beautiful on you,” Faust praised as he looked at the small metal bar sticking through Occultus’ belly button. It was definitely something new and he’d been captivated by the shiny piece of jewelry, a lot more than he’d expected it to. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a silver bar with a deep green gem in the center. “Does it hurt?” He asked, reaching down to play with the top ball.
“Not too much,” Occultus promised him, smiling at how gentle Faust was being with the piercing. There was a bit of pain in his stomach as Faust tugged at it, but it was a pleasant sort of burn. “You really like it, don’t you?” He laughed softly and Faust rolled his hips deeper into him. It was obvious Faust was enjoying the moment, but his eyes were zeroed in on the piercing.
“It’s hot on you,” Faust defended, smiling back at him. “You should get more,” He suggested, thinking about all the other places Occultus might get them. He’d never really considered them before, but after seeing Occultus with this one, it was certainly on his mind. “I’m getting close,” He warned even though he was sure it was obvious. They could read each other almost perfectly by now, having enough experience with the other person.
“Do you wanna…” Occultus’ words trailed off as he glanced down at his stomach. It took Faust a few long seconds before he caught on with what was being suggested. His breath hitched in his throat at the idea and he nodded a bit too quickly. Occultus laughed at his eager reaction. “Go ahead,” He encouraged and Faust didn’t need to be told twice.
Faust fucked into him quicker, the hand on Occultus’ belly ring moving away from the sensitive spot. He tightened his grasp on Occultus’ hip, smiling when he heard the smaller man groan raggedly at the increased pace. He knew he was rubbing against his prostate with every thrust and Occultus thought he could get off without even being touched. This felt nearly overwhelmingly good, but Faust was suddenly pulling out of him and making him whine.
“Fuck,” Faust cursed sharply, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking himself. His movements were quick and firm, borderline desperate as he jerked off. It only took a couple more before he was grunting and coming, aiming himself so each pulse landed on Occultus’ stomach. A few of them hit their intended target, covering the piercing.
“Just like that,” Occultus murmured out, trying to stay still so Faust could continue painting his skin. The feeling was weird, wet warmth surrounding the sensitive piercing. It burned a bit and he knew he needed to clean it thoroughly as soon as he could, but he could only focus on Faust. His eyes were wide as he stared at the piercing, looking at where the gem’s color was almost completely obscured by the mess, although the jewel sparkled through it just a bit.
****
“Stop squirming. I’m trying to watch the movie,” Faust murmured, slapping Occultus’ thigh just enough for it to hurt a bit.
Occultus was perched on his lap, their laps covered by a blanket to hide the fact Faust was buried inside of him. Despite this, they weren’t moving for the most part. Occultus was moving around a little, trying his best to stay still, but he was growing restless and needy.
“You’ve seen it before,” Occultus complained and it was true. Faust had watched Dead Alive at least five times and that was only the ones that Occultus knew of. He’d picked the movie for that reason, knowing he wouldn’t care if he missed parts of it. But Faust simply laughed behind him and stroked his hand over where he’d hit a moment ago, soothing the skin.
“So? I like it,” Faust retorted and made it very clear that he wasn’t done with Occultus yet. The situation was almost unbearable and Occultus was a few moments away from begging for it. He tried to be good, though. He knew how excited Faust had been to try this and he had to admit he was liking it too, enjoying it in the same way one might enjoy being denied getting off for a bit.
“I need you,” Occultus told him, turning his head back enough to press a kiss to Faust’s cheek. The sweet act wasn’t going to convince him and they both knew it. Faust turned his head enough to kiss his lips instead, wrapping his arms around his stomach and holding him still.
“You’ve got me,” Faust replied and Occultus barely avoided rolling his eyes. He tried to focus on staying still, but the feeling was distracting.
He hadn’t been stretched enough, by his own insistence, and it burned when Faust had guided him down onto his lap. He’d adjusted to the feeling by now, but he still felt unbelievably full. Faust was pressing against his prostate a bit, although not enough to give him any real pleasure. It felt like being touched, but all his nerves were numbed beforehand.
“Just keep being good and I’ll give you what you want soon,” Faust assured him and kissed Occultus’ temple. He gave a small nod, deciding it was worth it. He knew Faust didn’t make promises he didn’t intend to keep, but he also knew just how difficult this was going to be for him. Taking a deep breath, he turned his head back towards the television and tried to distract himself. Maybe if he watched the movie, it would be easier to take.
He knew the movie was almost over now, a little more than ten minutes and it would be done. Faust’s hands rubbed his thighs, still holding him in place. Faust’s hips moved slightly and he was pressed fully against his prostate now, making him gasp sharply. Faust ignored him, focused on the movie, and Occultus knew this would be the longest ten minutes of his life.
****
“I wish you were here,” Occultus’ voice was surprisingly even as he spoke and Faust had no clue how he still sounded so composed. Faust gripped the phone in his hand tighter, his other hand wrapped around his cock as he listened to his boyfriend talking.
His own breathing was harsh as he got closer to the edge, fighting to keep himself quiet. He didn’t say much into the phone, not wanting to risk his mother hearing. That seemed to work just fine for Occultus because he kept rambling, pushing Faust closer.
“Are you touching yourself?” Occultus asked and Faust knew it was a rhetorical question. It was painfully obvious Faust was, groaning quietly as he rubbed at the sensitive head. “That feels good, doesn’t it? But I bet it’d feel better if it was my mouth instead,” Faust had to bite his lip to hold back the sound that threatened to tear from his throat, imagining what was being described.
He always loved when Occultus would go down on him, although it didn’t happen often. He’d take him in, so wet and hot around him. His hands always slipped down to play with balls as well, overstimulating him with pleasure from multiple angles. It would feel much better than his own hand, having Occultus here always made it far better, but he could work with this for now.
“I’ve missed sucking your cock so bad,” Occultus whined out, his own voice getting more airy. Faust knew he was playing up his desperation for going down on Faust, but it still sent a shiver down his spine. He also knew the sound was genuine, knowing Occultus was getting closer to coming as well. “I’d even swallow for you this time,” He added on and Faust couldn’t hide his groan this time around.
He rocked into his hand faster, the obscene slick sounds of touching himself mixing with his quiet gasps. Occultus was quiet on the other end of the line now, moaning every now and then, but his words had stopped. Faust wondered if his mind had finally blanked out, focusing solely on his pleasure. Faust couldn’t blame him, he was nearing that point himself.
“I’d keep going even after you were done,” Occultus said after a moment, recomposing himself a bit. His voice was strained, words clearly difficult to get out, but he managed. “I know how much you like it when I do that. You get so sensitive,” Faust nodded even though he knew the other couldn’t see it.
It was completely true. It hurt so bad when Occultus would keep going once he came, but the pain was undercut by pleasure as well. The mental image was all too much for him and his hips jerked a bit, spilling over his fist. He couldn’t tell how loud he was being as he came, but he also couldn’t care too much. The moment was nearly perfect, it could only be better if Occultus was actually there with him.
****
“You’re so pretty like this,” Occultus cooed, a noise that was surprisingly soft given their current situation. Faust was sitting up in bed, his back pressed against the headboard and Occultus on his lap. They weren’t fucking, not yet. Occultus had insisted on drawing it out a bit more today, declaring he had something new to try.
Faust had been skeptical of it at first, always knowing to be cautious of Occultus’ ideas. He knew his safeword if he wanted to stop, so he’d just let it happen. When Occultus’ hand first found his throat, he caught on quickly and he’d looked up at him with wide eyes at the slowly tightening grasp. He’d never imagined this was what Occultus had been suggesting, never even considering it himself, but he definitely wasn’t opposed. More than anything, he was mostly just curious about how it would play out.
“You look like a deer in headlights,” Occultus laughed warmly, watching each expression Faust had. His eyes were bright as he looked up at him, nearly sparkling in the dim bedroom lights. He looked desperate and shocked by what was happening, but clearly enjoying it. “You want it, don’t you?” He asked and Faust nodded the best he could with the hand pressed to his throat.
It suddenly tightened enough to make it hard to breathe, the sudden motion earning a quiet gasp from Faust. He was still completely hard against Occultus, trying to grind up against him, but it wasn’t working. If anything, Occultus eased off of him a bit more and left him needy. He felt like a mess, cock hard and leaking while his boyfriend choked him.
Occultus seemed to be methodic with how he positioned his hand and how he pressed, focusing a lot on making sure he was doing it correctly. All Faust could pay attention to was how it felt. Occultus’ hand was warm as it tightened even more, blocking off his air for a few long seconds. It felt like minutes before Faust was able to breathe again, gasping in oxygen as soon as he could.
“How was that?” Occultus asked once he let go for the first time. Others may mistake it for dirty talk, but Faust knew it was his way of genuinely checking in. Occultus was watching him, seeming to be looking for any signs of discomfort or apprehension about what they were doing, but he found none. Instead, Faust gave a nod of his head while he caught his breath a bit.
“Fuck. It was good,” Faust assured him, voice sounding a bit strained. He wasn’t used to being held like that, but he definitely wanted to get used to it. There wasn’t anybody else he trusted to do this either, only Occultus could wrap a hand around his throat and keep him from breathing. He suspected that knowledge made Occultus feel proud, enjoying the idea that he was the only person who got to see Faust like this. “Do it again.”
#occultus x faust#faust x occultus#occultus#faust#faust eithun#bard eithun#lords of chaos#smut#nsft#rpf
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Hello!
Would you be able to share more about the issue with Zee and Saint? I have never heard about this before and I really thought they had great chemistry. O.o
You’re right, they had great chemistry. Zee was a fan of Saint long before he ever started acting and credited Saint for helping him learn the ropes and really bringing his acting skill up to a professional level while they worked together on Why R U? They had a great behind the scenes friendship and often showed up to support one another at events, Zee even surprised Saint on his birthday with a cake and gifts at a fan meet before the pair went out for dinner together. Zee waited until 11:59pm to tweet out his birthday message to his ‘Nong Bunny’ because he wanted to be the last one that got to say it to Saint before the day ended, so clearly their friendship was great.
Then the downfall started, Saint playfully joked in a couple interviews about Zee falling asleep during a photoshoot they were doing, which was honestly a sweet story about a poor overworked guy, but Zee’s management did not take kindly to it and according to bts sources, started to treat Saint coldly because they thought he was trying to paint Zee in an unprofessional light. Considering Saint’s history with being treated like shit by his acting partners management team (ie: Perth’s manager claiming the only reason Saint was so being offered so many roles after LBC aired was because he was being ‘offered’ up to powerful men in the industry by his management team) Saint and his management team did not take kindly to Zee’s team trying to drag him, they weren’t going to let it get to the level of scandal that had happened with Perth.
Just a note: Perth’s manager rescinded his claims and apologized on his IG for claiming that Saint - who was still just a teenager at the time - was selling his body for roles, which there was never any proof of him doing. And even if he had been some sort of sex worker, that would’ve been no one’s business but his own to begin with. 
Back to Zee, because of this, Saint pulled back slightly and was less chatty about Zee. Although a lot of Zee’s fans saw this as Saint attacking Zee and his work ethic, so they started harassing Saint online which again just caused Saint to step back further. Then a pretty damning 2017 video of Zee harassing women on the street as part of a hidden camera DMD segment surfaced where he asked them if he could ‘milk’ them, leaving people pretty disgusted. Zee and his people tried to do damage control and put out a statement about how wrong it was that he had taken part and that he’d grown as a person, etc. By that point Saint had pretty much stopped all public communication with Zee for not only his own mental health but also to keep his career as far away from that misogyny as possible. Whenever asked about their relationship, both claim nothing is wrong and that they were friends and everything is fine behind the scenes. Although Zee’s lack of attendance at Saint’s graduation did not go unnoticed, as he had many of his Why R U costars and Idol Factory actors there with him to congratulate him.
They did a couple more meets together, although they were distant and there is no fanservice at all. They are very professional and kind, but the comfort they once had with each other was clearly lacking. To this day, Saint will often get asked about both Perth and Zee. He and Perth are still very good friends, because it was neither of them that started the issue back during the LBC era, instead it was Perth’s then manager. They both talk often, according to them. Whereas when asked about Zee, Saint gives a generic answer of how Zee is a busy man, talented and of course he and Zee get along. Although it seems as if they haven’t had any actual one on one contact in quite a few years, and any time Zee is asked about Saint he tends to change the subject pretty quickly.
Considering Zee is the older of the two, I was shocked at how badly he handled everything at the time. Saint was hardly perfect, he vague tweeted a few times and did pout a bit, but he was still barely in his twenties at the time while Zee was already in his mid/late twenties and should’ve handled the hurt feelings of a kid better than he did. I like Zee as an actor, but as a person, he seems sort of smug and self important. Which makes me worry about Nunew’s future with their ship, because he’s so much younger than Zee, I hate to think of yet another kid getting crushed under his boot as a stepping stone for bigger and better things.
#anon answered#zeesaint#saintzee#BL actors#zee pruk#saint suppapong#nunew chawarin#I don’t dislike Zee so I don’t need any of his fans coming at me#I’m just sharing what happened#what I remember seeing and reading about#because of those things I feel like my concern for Nunew is valid#perthsaint#perth tanapon
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AWCW being the most popular angel in Heaven meanwhile everyone excluding Muriel STILL hates Aziraphale
hi anon!!!✨ idk if you're the same anon as before re: AWCW knowing saraqael, beelzebub, and lucifer, but in any case... i don't think it necessarily means that he was popular? tbh i haven't thought much about it - but for me, if anything, AWCW sounds like someone that was very impressionable, rather easily led, and eager for praise. that sounds like someone very easily manipulated, to me - not necessarily popular? (or idk, are they the same thing?)
fwiw, im going to look at this without the memory-wipe theory in mind.
pre-fall, he is very enraptured in his work, to the point that he almost strikes me as the mad-professor character type in how blinkered and passionate he is about his creations. could go on about this scene in this context, but he strikes me very much as having been a team of one - "working on this since... well, forever!" - albeit working closely with Upstairs on the design. however, now that im thinking about it, i do wonder if AWCW ever really spoke directly to god on this part of her universe? he later says about gravity, "seemed like a good idea when we were all talking about it...", so actually, in truth, did he get beyond the department meetings? he's not 'important enough' (inference here) to know about the plan that will directly affect his creations...
anyway, i digress. AWCW seems like someone who gets a bit disenchanted with him and his creations being taken for granted, and is happy to be recognised by the actual 'cool kids' instead. angels that he thought were friends, but probably just dragged him along, made him do shit, and then ultimately used him - the issue is, however, how willing AWCW may have been in doing all this.
saraqael's interaction with crowley re: their memory of him as AWCW building stars together (which tbh for me kinda supports the department thing i said above - i personally think saraqael outranked him), however, seems largely professional. that being said, personally, i think they were rather fond of AWCW, maybe again in his childlike wonder and brilliance - and i don't think that fondness came from remembering the AWCW that we see at the end of the pre-fall scene.
i think saraqael may have been a supervisor, or perhaps a mentor, but took a special interest in AWCW, and later kept an eye on him (see: use of his chosen name "crowley" when they meet in heaven). again, not going into the memory-wipe theory, but alternative to that may well be that AWCW was, again, at this point so enraptured in his work that he didn't really pay attention to his supervisors; i think he knew he wass brilliant, and was blind to other people in turn.
funnily enough, it seems that by extension of this the only one to actually turn his head was aziraphale, but even then that seems to only be when aziraphale tells him about the plan for the stars. otherwise, i think aziraphale could - in AWCW's eyes - have honestly been another angel and AWCW would have interacted with them (in the beginning of the conversation anyway?) in exactly the same way; he just wants to show off his stars.
the one that does confuse me is furfur. and no, not just because of the monkey/waistcoat thing, but because this is the only interaction where, for me, it denotes any sense of "cool" into AWCW; the way that furfur talks about who crowley was is almost 'hey you were one of the cool kids and we hung out one day after detention do you remember do you- oh, you dont? cool whatever neither do i'
now this to me (aside from the fact of furfur literally referencing the great war in this context) says to me that furfur literally only knows him from after AWCW fell in with the Bad Crowd. two very different reflections of this facet of crowley's history, indicated from two different perspectives (ie furfur and saraqael). but neither, to me, make him a popular kid.
instead, i think it makes him the nerdy guy who was getting Annoyed and Angry at being used or underappreciated, and fell in with an even Worse Group that used him even worse, because they made him feel appreciated. he doesn't indicate this in the s1 dialogue about how he came across "lucifer and the guys", but... well, i'll say it again - i think that crowley is a particularly unreliable narrator. or a least a skewed one.
aziraphale's story to me is very different, because actually? from the very little info we've got about him pre-fall (way less than crowley, arguably), i personally wouldn't be surprised if - at the time - aziraphale was the truly popular angel. happy to look at parsing this out separately, anon, but im aware this answer is long enough as it is!!!✨
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