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stellarspecter · 6 months
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joey richter + being held at gunpoint by a love interest
(+ bonus: when he wasn't actually shot)
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spyruce · 3 months
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thinking about how fucked up curtwen is and how we don’t always account for it
Personally, I think as a group we give Owen way too much slack and empathy. The events of the show may have been kickstarted by Curt, I’d but Owen’s equally at fault if not more. I also think we put way too much in that they were actually so close pre-canon. Their relationship is a product of their situation, not because they we’re perfect for each other. They both had MASSIVE ego issues, and dialogue in A1P1 and One Step Ahead shows that they BOTH have/had massive egos. They clashed, but they were all the other had. At the very least, they understood each other’s situation, but it’s not like they had options.
The reason why I and many others still jump on the bandwagon of this absolute mess of a relationship is just because like… they’re fun. Realism and plot aside who doesn’t wanna take stock in a “found love in a world that doesn’t allow it” in both their sexualities and their lifestyles. The thought that they would chose each other anyway even if it was modern times and could be with anyone else is engaging. They’re traumatized and have cute banter and we’re given so little of pre and post canon to work with that we can do whatever the hell we want. Do I think there’s any good reason Curt should’ve let Owen live at the end of the show? Absolutely not. (Like actor Curt Mega himself said, it was kinda equivalent to putting down a dying dog out of its own misery.) But redeeming Owen in fanworks despite this is fun, so who gives a crap?
So that’s my take on it. Canon Curtwen is an unstable mess that was always on borrowed time, but adding layers and flair to what they have in the musical using little lines of dialogue and reasoning to justify it is uhhhh really stupid fun!! So I spend my free time drawing them being cutesy together anyway.
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kairithemang0 · 22 days
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Gahhhh drunk curtwen how I adore thinking about you
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smytherines · 22 days
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Alternate ending for Spies Are Forever where instead of doing a dramatic gay chase/swordfight scene, Owen goes out binge drinking with his four closest lesbians and dyes his hair and ends up crying and throwing up on the bathroom floor during goth night while butches take turns holding his hair back and telling him no man is worth all this and getting him glasses of water
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the-river-rix · 5 days
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*taps mic* Owen Carvour and Curt Mega are both gnc (but in diff ways)
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froot-of-the-vine · 1 year
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after 5 seconds of deliberation i decided that it wasnt fair unless i space-cowboy-ified the trash rat man as well. i have far too much free time on my hands
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owen-not-carvour · 2 years
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for consideration:
curt and owen being Bored between parts of a mission and deciding to kill time by making dumb little games to see who’s better.
example: they try to hit a little ball of paper (made from a file from the mission info bc curt says they already know what they need from it) across their hotel room into a cup to see who has better aim. when they miss they try to justify it like,, well it’s not a gun if it were a gun i’d be better,, and the like…
eventually it just turns into them hitting each other with it though.
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orthwormus · 1 year
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i drew curt and owen for the first time in forever- so they’re not a hundred percent accurate
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the-warmesthello · 2 years
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owen kins eponine send tweet
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abitofboth · 1 month
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owen carvour hcs because he’s in my brain always
he's very reservedly sentimental. the things in his life that mean a lot to him will always have a special place in his heart, but he'd never tell anyone that. his favourite childhood book, a lighter curt gifted him, old letters and photographs etc.
his favourite childhood book is the hobbit. when he was a kid he'd draw in the margins and go through and underline his favourite parts. his childhood pet was a fluffy cat called bilbo!!
left handed. constantly curses out his pens when he's writing and gets ink smudges all over his hand.
an only child, and was never really that close with his parents. his relationship with them grew strained once they found out he was gay.
would happily never interact with a dog for the rest of his life if he could help it. (too slobbery, loud, and boisterous for his liking.)
biiiiig smoker. his hands get twitchy if he hasn't had a cig in a while. he constantly spews some bs about the refined taste of tobacco.
similarly he's a big time wine snob. he gets offended if you suggest it tastes like vinegar and he'll try with all his might to convince you that the aromatics matter.
definitely has a sprinkling of road rage in him. in his opinion he is always in the right, and everyone else on the road needs their license taken from them.
teeny tiny tattoo on his hip of two intertwined mars symbols (♂)
'love' is a name he uses for pretty much everyone on accounts of him being british, but he's much more fond of using 'darling' and 'sweetheart' as pet names when it's just him and curt.
he LOVES the quiet moments between him and curt when they get to spend the night together. watching over him as he falls asleep and running his fingers through his hair are some of his favourite things to do.
he can be surprisingly bashful! talk sweet to him and he’ll blush like hell. pepper kisses over him and he’ll be squirming and giggling like there’s no tomorrow.
he's welsh but moved to london when he was a teenager. he taught himself to speak in an rp accent so he wouldn't be looked down on, and it just kind of stuck. not many people know that he's welsh, not necessarily because he doesn't tell anyone but no one’s ever asked because as far as everyone else is aware, he’s as english as you can get. when he's tired he can slip back into his old accent, and he uses the odd welsh word every now and then around people close to him (mostly curt.)
the first house he lived in in london got destroyed during the blitz, and luckily most of what few possessions he owned survived. he doesn't like to talk about his time during the war often.
after the fall, he gets tinnitus and his hearing is far from as good as it used to be. he lost his right eye, and the glass eye chimera got him has never quite been a perfect colour match. he has trouble with his knee, and has a decent amount of scarring over his body.
post fall there's a part of him that still loves curt, and desperately misses what used to be. it's mostly overpowered by the hatred within him, but the love rears its head out every now and again and catches him off guard.
he likes to cook, but he's kinda shit at it. he doesn't get much practice on accounts of being a spy, so whenever he does cook, something inevitably goes wrong.
once, he'd moved into a new flat and had curt round as his first guest and tried to cook him dinner. it ended up burning and there were full on flames in the frying pan. (curt still takes the piss out of him for this years later.)
he's a bit of a loner, but enjoys his own company for the most part. outside of curt he doesn't really have any close friends, and he isn't in contact with his family.
he has an angry streak in him. he’s easily riled up and the first emotion he goes to is barely concealed rage. he yells more often than he’d like to.
he hates using the term 'boyfriend' to describe curt. he thinks it makes him sound juvenile and he prefers 'partner' way more. plus, he can get away with introducing curt without giving away the fact that they’re together. (he also loves calling curt his 'best friend' in the most romantic sense possible.)
this! bitch! loves! musicals! the wizard of oz is a favourite of his, and he has a soft spot for disney’s cinderella. he has an extra fondness for the term ‘friend of dorothy’ because of this too.
tea over coffee always. two sugars and a splash of milk, not too weak but not too strong.
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chaotic-goodsir · 3 months
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Something about how RP is usually a learned accent; how manners and etiquette are taught, practiced behaviour.
Something about how a spy has to detach themselves from the dark reality of their work and maintain a cool, focused front at all times.
Something about a career that revolves around putting on false identities, keeping secrets and lying.
Something about being forced to constantly hide, to keep up an act for your own safety, telling your family and your employers and the government one story about who you are while living another in private.
Something about how the DMA is little more than mask and a terrible accent. He stands like Owen, phrases things the way Owen would, barely masks his personal hatred of Curt. The anger, resentment and violence are all real; it's 'Agent Owen Carvour' who was always the carefully crafted performance. 
Something about 'I might have been an actor!' I'm good at this, you know, because I've been acting my whole life.
Something about how, in that first scene when Owen drops the disguise that apparently fooled so many people, Curt says 'I knew it was you all along.'
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ryoko-akari · 8 days
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Screw it headcanons I have for Owen Carvour based on my own experiences as a Lefty because it's my turn on the "project onto your hyperfixation" talking stick.
He hates round doorknobs. I'm sure he probably doesn't have nearly the same hellish experiences I do with them but they still are the least effective type of doorknob, especially for lefties because of the weird way you have to turn your hand to open them. (Seriously, I've been stuck standing infront of doors with them for 5 minutes at some occasions because they don't have clear indicators of how far you need to turn them and it's very awkward to do with your left hand. Why do they exist. Stop making them.)
I really like the headcanons that Owen isn't religious, and I'd like to add onto this. Being left handed was very stigmatized against prior to the 70s, and this was especially the case within the Church, even today. A lot of naturally born lefties I know are ambidextrous or right handed today because of family ties to the church when they were younger that forced that on them. I was told by some of the caretakers when I was about 7 that I'd "never go to heaven because I was a left handed spawn of the devil." I can see Owen being raised religious and leaving it in his adulthood and it's why he's able to use his right hand fairly well on spy missions (and subsequently DMA), or attempting to outright refuse going because of this sort of normalized treatment and stigma.
Owen absolutely has a favorite brand of ballpoint pen because it's ink dries quickly so it doesnt smudge and get all over his hand and clothes when he writes. And he absolutely carries around multiple of these pens everywhere he goes and only uses them. You might think "oh its so people can't take fingerprints or something from the pen" but no its cause he doesn't like how smeared ink looks because it feels unprofessional. After Curt figured it out I feel like he'd probably carry around a box of it in his own go bag incase Owen's ever ran out but insisted it was because he liked the grip or something. (it was such a rarity he completely forgot he had them. Guess what he finds 4 years later among his things when he decides to get back into being a spy again.)
Continuing the headcanon that Owen draws and has his own sketchbook, and at a glance it's not difficult for Curt to tell among casual clothes which ones are his and which ones are Owen's, because Owen's have a bit of a shiny sheen to the left wrist sleeve from all the graphite and charcoal that gets absorbed into it. Owen hates it because of how difficult it is to get those stains out and Curt finds it funny when he fusses about it.
Owen hates it when people point out he's left handed, even in jest. Not only because hes a spy and does not need the added attention, but because it makes him feel like a zoo animal for people to gawk at, or some strange oddity on display. The only exception to this is if it's a kid pointing this out, especially if the child is Lefty too and excited about not being the only one. He won't outwardly show it, but he melts inside because he didn't get a lot of those interactions growing up either (if at all) and if it helps a kid feel a bit more normal then so be it.
There's probably more I'll add onto this but for now have these hehe.
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kmesons · 2 months
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a little note from a science nerd to the hatchetfield and tin can bros fans drawing a connection between wilbur cross/uncle wiley and owen carvour (specifically the stair monologues): they aren't talking about silicone (a synthetic polymer often taking the form of colourless oils or rubber-like substances), but rather silicon (an element essential in many technological components, takes the form of a hard, shiny solid). they're easily confused because they sound similar, but the two are very different! silicon is contained within silicone, but on its own is very important for computers because of its semiconductor properties. anyways thank you for tuning in to "Useless Hatchetfield/TCB-related Science Facts that Fans Could Care Less About but I'll Talk About Them Anyways"
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peip-peeps · 3 months
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[The morning after the fake summoning, Colonel Schaffer receives an e-mail.]
Dear Colonel,
if this e-mail reaches you, something has gone wrong during the summoning ritual, and I didn't make it.
I don't know what happened, but I promise I didn't plan it.
Either way, there is something you have to do for me. The documents I'm sending you with this mail contain data I collected 60 years ago about the portal that brought me here, as well as a list of pages of the black book that deal with time and time travel. Together with the data P.E.I.P. has already collected with their own portal, I am sure somebody will be able to take a person back to the 60s. Give Curt his life back. And tell him not to hesitate to live it. He already managed to get over me once, I believe he can do it again. And tell him I love him.
I am sorry to put this all on you, but I don't know who else I'd trust with it.
Hopefully, we at least got you your friend back, so maybe my sacrifice was worth it.
I am happy to have met you
-Agent Owen Carvour
Aw shit I forgot to remind him not to send out the email.
[She calls Owen]
Hey, asshole. Your email sent, and boy oh boy do I have some choice words for you.
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smytherines · 1 month
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Fuck it, here's an Agent Mega dissertation
Alright since I have such elaborate headcanon for my beloved precious Owen Carvour, I guess I should do it for Agent Curt Mega too. Sigh.
So, going off of the last big one, if Owen is born in 1928, then I'm gonna say Curt was born in 1930. I'm forever won to the Texan agent mega headcanon, but I think it's safe to say that Mrs. Mega is not from Texas, probably more like New York or I've seen people say New Jersey.
We know nothing about Agent Mega's dad, but I imagine he was kind of a loser and low level con artist and moved his pregnant wife down to Texas to do scams around the bustling oil industry, and then soon after Curt was born a scam collapsed and he ran off. It's either that or an Aladdin 3 situation where he was secretly a spy the whole time and had to go into hiding.
So we've got mama Mega, raising a VERY hyperactive (read: ADHD) little boy on her own, in a place where she doesn't have any support, and he just becomes her entire world. But she has to work a lot, so Curt becomes used to taking care of himself, and most importantly- keeping himself busy so he doesn't lose it.
In this headcanon Curt would only be 15 when WWII ends- not old enough to fight, but definitely old enough to have personally known a lot of kids from his hometown who come home in caskets. I just truly think of WWII as a formative experience for both these guys. For Curt it just feeds into that inferiority complex.
Now anybody who has ADHD knows that you already spend a lot of your life feeling inadequate, feeling self-conscious about not being able to be the person other people want you to be (*especially* if you're queer). You get defensive, especially when criticized. You also get restless.
I headcanon Curt as growing up in Abilene, Texas, mostly because I have a friend who grew up there and I've visited and the vibe is right.
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I don't know if anybody has ever seen The Last Picture Show, but its a film set in small town Texas in 1951-1952 (so a little late for our timeline but still) and it's (more or less) about two high school seniors essentially trying to escape this suffocatingly small, dying town before they become doomed to spend their lives trapped there.
That's definitely what I think about Agent Mega too- this gay, ADHD teenage boy climbing the walls of this little town, never being able to fully be himself. But he's got a lot of energy (and more than a little anger) to burn off, so he does sports. It's Texas, so football for sure. Maybe wrestling too. Perhaps wrestling is even where he has his gay come to jesus moment.
And when he isn't doing sports, he's home, alone (mama Mega is working so hard), out back drinking a beer (or two, or three) and teaching himself how to shoot. I think he becomes hyperfixated on becoming an expert marksman, because with all of this shit he cannot control, all the stuff he is supposed to be but isn't, this is one area where it feels like he has the power here.
What starts off as "kid drinking beer to feel cool and rebellious" starts to morph into a lifetime dependence on alcohol. Substance use is a big issue for a lot of ADHDers for the same reason I think it would be for Curt- it calms him down. It eases that constant restlessness in his bones. It softens the edges of other people's criticisms of him. It makes him care a bit less what others think about him.
In a vicious cycle, he drinks to avoid feeling those big feelings (especially as a man, especially as a gay man, especially as a gay man in Texas), but the drinking leads to more criticism, which leads to more drinking to numb the emotional response to that criticism.
But his hyperfixation on learning to shoot pays off. Let's say he becomes a junior state champion trapshooter (did I look up trapshooting competitions from the 1940s? yes I did). He's good, especially when he hits the sweet spot of drinking just enough to calm his ass down but not so much that he's useless. Maybe this is how he comes to the attention of the A.S.S.
And he fully believes that these skills he cultivated, the ability to hit hard and run fast and shoot accurately, his ability to escape when it doesn't feel remotely possible, is why many years later he just kinda rolls his eyes at Owen for insisting that they do things carefully and methodically. Careful didn't get him out of small town Texas. Careful didn't get him the exciting non-stop life he has now, a life where he *almost* gets to be himself a lot of the time.
When Owen "dies," and its Curt's fault, he naturally turns to drinking to numb that pain. But its a lot of pain, so it takes a lot of alcohol to kill it.
I'm sure I could go on, but as always I have rambled a lot here so I'm just gonna leave it.
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chaoscomeswithin · 25 days
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Spies are forever Malevolent au (made with @z3n1g4t4)
Curt Mega is a free-lance private eye investigator in the early 50s. He works with his partner, Owen Carvour, and both of them are one of the best of Arkham.
One day, Curt wakes up with no vision and no memory of what has happened. He soon discovers that there's something, or someone, in his head. The entity doesn't recall their own name, but they seem to be in control of Curt's eyes.
Although wary at first, Curt accepts to work with the entity. They quickly find each other working great together: the entity is throughout in their descriptions, and Curt is good thinking on his feet. They quickly get out of the building they were in (one from Curt's cases) and try to recap what has happened.
Curt remembers working on a case about occultism and superstition, but he didn't take it very seriously. His partner and him had to find some missing girl, and that had taken them to a house. The last thing Curt remembers was finding some books with strange symbols on them and letters he couldn't read. The entity, or the man, as he insisted he was, had some vague memories about himself, but couldn't remember much about his identity.
Given that they couldn't go their separate ways, the couple decide to work together to discover what's going on. Their goals are to separate their bodies (and get rid of Curt's eyes curse) as well as finding Owen. The entity finds him fascinating, as it is one of the few moments were Curt lets his guard down and is in touch with himself. He tells him about the cases they worked together, their achievements as partners. As more time passes, the entity notices how there are some gaps in his stories about Owen, as if there were things he didn't want to say. Curt also seems to be more on edge when the topic comes up.
The entity and Curt have some fights during the investigation. The entity is frustrated with Curt, as he often ignores him to follow his impulses (that usually get them in more trouble). On his hand, Curt resents the entity, as he blames him on his partner's dissapearence. Their egos clash, sometimes ending delaying the case by a lot or even putting their lives in danger just to fuck with the other one over. The dance seems familiar to the entity, but he doesn't know why.
After some setbacks and different leads, Curt and the entity arrive to an occult society that seems to worship the same creature that the books belong to. There, they finally give it a name: Chimera. This Old One is created by pieces of many creatures, taking their abilities and making new amalgamates with them (the greek mythology beast is loosely based on it). It thanks Curt for taking Owen to him. Curt doesn't understand.
Chimera reveals that in their last investigation together, Owen and Curt got in trouble. Although they thought they were alone at the house, they were not, and Owen got shot .As a last resource, Owen reached for the book and summoned Chimera, trying to stay alive. The god then offers him a choice: he would keep living, in a way, but he'd have to give up the memories of Curt and their work together. Clinging to his life, Owen accepts.
Curt can't believe what he hears, he can't accept that the man he loves gave him up to become some sort of monster. He faces Chimera and asks them if that's why he can't remember anything about Owen. It laughs at him. Chimera tells him that it wasn't them that made him forget, but Curt. It makes Curt remember nevertheless, and he relives their last moments together. He remembers how he had carelessly made noise all around the house, and he had left a banana peel laying around in the entry. That banana peel hadn't allowed Owen to flee.
Curt's head is filled with images, and memories, and he's hurting, but he can't still remember about his time with Owen, who he was. It doesn't make sense to him. Chimera tells him that it wasn't their fault, he just simply didn't know Owen. He thought he did, with all their cases, but he never asked him about his life. About who he really was. He didn't have to worry much about it, now Owen didn't remember either.
Chimera thus wants to take Owen back to make him one of his subjects, but Owen declines. His new form has made him think about who he is or what his purpose is, and he's not ready to give it up. And although conflicted, Curt doesn't want Owen to join Chimera. So they run away from Chimera.
Their next big step is to face each other.
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