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Dating the BNHA Boys!
Warnings - None
Characters - Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Tamaki Amajiki
Notes - Isn’t my best work but oh well :3
Gender Neutral Reader
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Izuku Midoriya
- Silly lil guy
- Took him a LOT of courage to confess to you
- Just kinda stood there dumbfounded when you reciprocated his feelings
- Poor boy is lowkey insecure
- He’s silently insecure about his scars :(
- If you kissed his scars i think he’d go insane
- Will probably cry
- He has little notes about how pretty you are in his quirk journal thingy
- Will go in rants about how amazing you are to his friends
- “Y/N is just so perfect and i love them and i don’t know what id do with out them they’re always there for me and-“
- If you have long hair, he always keeps a pack of hair ties incase you need them 😭
- When you tell him about something you like, he will write it down so he remembers
- Was soooo nervous when he first held your hand
- He was SWEATING
- Always blushes without fail
- His hand are rough, but also rlly soft? (i need to make hand hcs holy shit)
- Doesn’t really like sparring with you bc he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he will if you rlly want to
- He will train together tho!
- He loves giving you tips, and watching you use your quirk
- Likes setting up little picnics with you bc he’s quite literally the perfect man ever
- He is a CUDDLIER
- Absolutely loves cuddling with you
- Loves it when you face him and dig your face into his neck
- Definitely talks in his sleep
- He loves taking you on dates to a bunch of different restaurants and such
- Gets so nervous when kissing you
- He loves it but he gets flustered way to easy
Katsuki Bakugou
- Malewife fr
- Will cook for you, though he acts like it’s a chore, he loves your reaction to all his different meals
- Deaf bakugou hc is my favourite thing ever i’m sorry
- He can still hear, (kind of) but he needs to wear a hearing aid
- He knows sign language, but really only uses it around his mom bc he’s embarrassed😭
- If you know sign language, you’ll win his heart IMMEDIATELY
- You were definitely the one to confess first
- Actually rejected you at first (he still liked you at the time)
- But after a few weeks, he confessed to you
- “I actually feel the same way or whatever… just didn’t wanna feed your ego to much…”
- Knows how to style hair weirdly well
- Will always make excuses to do your hair
- “Oi, c’mere, your hair looks like shit.”
- He’ll never admit it, but he LOVES head scratches
- Will lay on your thighs without warning, expecting you to scratch his scalp
- Sparring together is a MUST
- Don’t expect him to go easy on you
- Isn’t to big on PDA, but he’ll kiss you in private all you want
- The first few times you guys held hands, he was kinda scared that he would accidentally explode you 💀
- Doesn’t really take you out for dates a lot, it’s usually just movies and popcorn in bed
- But on the rare occasion when he DOES take you on a date, it is at the fanciest restaurants known to mankind
- Or hiking, he likes hiking
- It took a while for him to be comfortable with cuddling, but he loves spooning you, or holding you as you bury your face into his chest
Shoto Todoroki
- Confessed to you pretty soon after he realised his feelings
- Straight to the point
- “I’ve recently developed feelings for you.”
- Has a small smile when you said you liked him back
- He stares at you a lot
- Loves admiring you
- Also gives the weirdest compliments?
- “You have a nice facial structure, it suits you”
- “Thank you??”
- Will pick flowers occasionally and give them to you
- Literally buys you everything
- With his Dads credit card (You have no idea)
- You see a pair of shoes you like? BOOM. They are yours in 0.5 seconds
- He just buys everything bro CALM DOWN
- Loves taking you on fancy dinner dates
- You have to meet his siblings btw
- Mainly bc his sister WOULD NOT SHUT UP AB MEETING YOU
- She loves you
- So much
- It’s actually a bit concerning
- Doesn’t necessarily not like PDA, he just doesn’t feel the need to initiate it
- He can be a bit oblivious, so if you want PDA, just tell him!
- He has no problem with it
- Not really a cuddly person, but he will cuddle you if you want!
- Your relationship is definitely based on a lot of communication 😭
- As time passes, he will start to do those things without you having to ask, he just needed to get used to it
Tamaki Amajiki
- oh my god okay
- He confessed first but it took him SOOOO long
- Needed so much encouragement from his friends
- Then he just blurted it out while he was at your house one time
- “I- I love you!!”
- Almost died when you said it back
- Actually saw god when you tried holding his hand the first time
- CANNOT do PDA i think he would die
- Definitely an act of service man, he is too shy to do anything else
- Can’t reach somthing ? he’s on it. Your bathroom need cleaning? Consider it done!
- Also likes making you random little gifts
- Kiss him on the cheek i dare you
- He will EXPLODE
- Your always helping him calm down in public
- “Y/N i wanna go home”
- Further into the relationship he will slowly get used to physical affection
- I don’t think he will ever not get flustered tho
- He loves taking you out too eat
- Really likes picnic dates
- I feel like he meditates often to try and clear his head (there is a lot going on in there 😭)
- Will always invite you to meditate with him
- He actually really likes cuddling with you
- He almost dies every time but
- Loves when you spoon him
- Also loves laying on your chest (or the other way around)
- Absolute chef in the kitchen
- Always cooking u meals
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This took my life 3 weeks to write i kept putting it off so it’s not as detailed as i’d like it to be but oh well
#my hero academy fanfiction#my hero x reader#my hero acedamia#bnha#bnha x reader#izuku midoriya#mha bakugou#bnha shoto#tamaki amajiki#izuku x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#shoto torodoki#todoroki x reader#tamaki x reader#x reader#boku no hero academia#bnha headcannons#mha#mha x reader#gender neutral reader#fanfic writing#y/n
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how they keep you quiet during sex ! zb1 legal line
smut, crack, some fluff ! includes jiwoong, zhanghao, hanbin, matthew, taerae and ricky
imagine ; you and [boyfriend ! member] are doing the deed in the dormitory and have to stay quiet if you don't want to get caught. what do they do in order to keep you quiet?
contains ; punishments, gagging (?), spanking + scratching,
a/n ; uhmm ricky smut is EXTREMELY angsty and i feel vv bad sooo heres this silly funny little gift before i drop . . . THAT
jiwoong - shoves your panties into your mouth ;
sir woong is nasty wbk 😶😶
would he be aggressive about it ? yes.
but would you enjoy it ? also yes
its a win-win babes
this prolly goes without saying but he definitely gets extremely turned on watching you get ur insides rearranged with your panties in your mouth 🤭🤭🤭 ok shutting up ab jiwoong now im sorry this man makes me go feral sometimes i cant help it
zhanghao - stops every time you make noise ;
yea hes a bitch
TO BE FAIR he did try telling you to stfu but you couldn't help but make noise so it was his only choice
so annoying fr 🙄🙄 wld prolly laugh at u if u get frustrated
at least now you know better than to be loud when his members are around
hanbin - spanks you / scratches you ;
i think we've already established that our hanbin is a WHORE.
he likes the little red marks on your thighs and ass after he's done with you.
don't mind him babes he's just creating his art and marking his territory
matthew - covers your mouth with his hand ;
our bbyg matthew is already vv touchy with you so i feel like this fits him very well
i feel like sex like this with him wld be so fun and giggly tho so even if the other members heard u they wld prolly think you guys are just watching a stupid movie or playing fashion famous together (HELPPP i want to play fashion famous with matthew so bad now)
taerae - hushes you / kisses you ;
idk i just have this idea in my mind where i feel like taerae is TERRIFIED of punishing u bc hes so sweet and nice and ure his little baby and hes so in love with you and jsjsjsjsjsjsjsjs
hes like that one teacher whos too kind to yell at the class when theyre being too loud so he's just like 'guys guys guys pls guys wait pls guys be quiet pls' but instead hes like 'shh baby they're going to hear us'
kisses come next if that doesnt work 😭 pls be nice and stfu now this man is going to freak out if that doesnt work he has no option 3
ricky - shoves his fingers into your mouth ;
yeaaaaaa sure sure he could use your panties as a little mouth plug 😶 but wheres the fun in that ??????
gets off to watching you suck on his fingers like the little whore he is
LOLLL TRY MAKING NOISE NOW IDIOT
sucks on his fingers after and watches you combust into flames while he does it
#zb1#zerobaseone#zb1 jiwoong#zb1 zhanghao#zb1 hanbin#zb1 matthew#zb1 taerae#zb1 ricky#zb1 smut#zerobaseone smut#zb1 fluff#zb1 drabbles
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amfmn missa.. p please.. please mother … feed us
I'M BEING ENABLED PPOVERHEAT
He's an actual grim reaper. That's where he's disappeared to so often in canon, reaper duties. It's a very demanding job, you know.
Doesn't stop him from feeling terrible about being gone so often though. He misses his husband and kids and hates how often he's out of the loop :(
Fr though Phil and the kids make him so so happy after spending countless hours working such a sad job. It's also partially why he sings and makes art. That brand of fun is catharsis for the soul.
He has all his canon weapons but I ALSO gave him a reaper deathscythe. And boy is he gonna use it. Fucking AWOOGA MissaSinfonia when he's angry.
Btw as a reaper he can FEEL souls. He can see their power, their condition, feel the surface level emotions and personality of its owner. This will come in handy later in the fic. ;)
As per the post I made asking for Missa appreciation so I can characterize him properly: He's undyingly loyal, he fights hard and loves even harder, he's protective, silly, and goddamn can he flirt.
All his wet cat behavior is a result of getting too overwhelmed by The Horrors. He's seen A Lot as a reaper. But somehow Quesadilla Island and all its... Everything. Always manage to show him a new brand of What The Fuck he's never even imagined before. Hence all his screaming and weeping when he's caught up on what he's missed. Like how tf else is he supposed to react??
Somewhat attached to that, he and Phil rlly were a match made in Federation Heaven bc they both have issues with self-doubt despite being insanely skilled and sharp-witted. Missa is better abt it than Phil though. His only acts up when he messes up a lot or just. Doesn't have a clue how to handle a situation where it's dire that he does. It's more of an insecurity about being unprepared and failing his loved ones than it is a doubt he has skill. He KNOWS he does, he hates when it's not enough. That's how he differs from Phil, who thinks he has none at all.
Btw when you fuck with the people he's protective over, he gets PISSED. We're getting a LOT of pissed off Missa in AMFMN <3 Ofc there'll be a lot of reaper tears too, his husband is suffering and there's little he can do about it. :( But ohohoho when the sad turns into rage. BARK WOOF. Eventually he decides EK is catching these hands and scythe.
He also shakes hands with his husband on being a self-sacrificing little shit. And. Yeah this is gonna happen later in the fic. (He's not dying dw dw)
You have no idea how excited I am that I basically get to build his dynamics with Fit, Etoiles, and Bagi from scratch. I'm so hyped. People are welcome to reply with this with any crumbs we have of their dynamics in canon but afaik they've rarely interacted outside of very minor moments, so AMFMN will largely be a sandbox for me to establish what I THINK they'd be like. Which in my fic plan so far, is largely taking each character's personality and applying how I think they'd react to a situation, and how that would look when two of them are interacting in that situation. Ex: at one point Etoiles has to comfort Missa bc he's just having a ROUGH time with this saving Phil stuff. But Etoiles is NOT a comfort guy. So he does his Etoiles thing: hearing Missa out while also cracking his usual brand of jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood.
I also have a plot point planned with him and Bagi when shit is hitting the fan the hardest and OUUGHHH. That self-sacrificing shit am I right.
God I'm being so mean to him specifically in AMFMN though. Ender King is a sack of shit, he knows exactly who to harass most using Phil's body >:/
See in my AMFMN Fitza headcanons, I said they're each other's confidants. Which IS true. However, no one in the fic gets the honor of Phil FINALLY communicating with someone about his issues other than his husband. Missa is the person he caves and confesses things to. Missa gets the HC Deity lore and what's been happening to him lately. This is actually what Chapter 3 is :D
Also I am so sorry but I'm sliding a Missa Romantic Love Confession attempt into the fic and it gets interrupted by The Horrors. But yeah Missa is romantically in love with Phil, he just respects that Phil sees things platonically. He still wants to communicate his feelings though.
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I would just want to say to you that since the end of the line is fast approaching (aka, TLKOF Ch 1) I am grateful for your services to this content platform, for ensuring the survival of Idk how many TSC fans in Tumblr who would have died long ago due to the excruciatingly slow passage of time and waiting. Since you are by far the most regular content-creator here and you post more than once each day, I feel that an appropriate token of thanks is in order. Here is your shitty, scratched, half-mangled participation trophy *hands you a paper-badge that says "Award for Participation in Egg-Spoon Race"*
*accepts the "award for participation in egg-spoon race" with tears in my eyes* ehem i would like to thank everyone who believed in me (all the tsc stannies on this silly little app), my parents who raised me to become an insufferable kit herondale fanatic and most importantly, kit himself, for always having my back :')
but fr this ask had me like:
i only really started using this account in december and it has honestly been so freaking fun! i appreciate everyone who interacts with these silly a$$ posts bc it really keeps me going until the twp release and it's super fun chatting and obsessing with u guys about the things we all love! ur the best! <3
#i kinda died at the “content-creator” bc it makes me sound like an influencer#but all i do is make silly kit memes like-#BUT THANK U#i hope u know that this is all just a lot of funsies for me so yeah <3#SENDING U ALL MY LOVE DARLING#THANK U FOR GIVING ME AN AWARD#I FEEL HELLA SPECIAL NOW <3#kit herondale#the wicked powers#twp#tsc#asks
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Would you ever expand a little on the dottore turning into the fox and reader taking him in thing? 👉👈 I know it's a trope done many times before but I just find it amusing that Dottore would have such a mishap and then a complete stranger finds him and takes him home 💞
OMG OF COURSE ANON!! I'd love to, I'm happy that you enjoyed that silly little brainrot ❤️ (This is the post for reference!) Hmm let me think... Although he'd prefer to leave your house, Foxttore is a wee bit injured and tired... so it would be a better idea to just lay low in this residence for now. He's very good at hiding in your house. Probably knows it better than you at this point. You can search for hours and you won't find him, and then he'll pop out of nowhere, stare at you blankly, and then quickly exit when you try to catch him. This mf is TEASING you, he loves getting you riled up.
You want revenge? Pick him up by his tail and watch him suffer as he's unable to reach and scratch you. You didn't hear this from me but, his paws are ticklish. He can somehow... divide himself into tiny fluffballs with a red eye too. And then he commands the tiny segments to return back into his body. It's strange but you don't question it. Foxttore would avoid physical contact at all costs in the beginning. If you put horror movies on, he'll come and watch but then get bored quickly. He gives you strange looks with that one eye of his if you get scared (this is basic compared to what he's seen 😨) The fox seems to enjoy documentaries more though. Will nab your food off the plate as well. He's a devious lil guy. The day he leaves is the day you think you'll never see him again, and you can't help but be sad, but what did ya know? He returns later, again with some more... blood. Walks through your house leaving paw prints of blood on your floor and plops himself in your bathtub, looking at you expectantly. (The fox gets the best bath of his life, princess treatment fr) He once got himself stuck somewhere in your house and you laughed for a good couple of minutes while he just growled the whole time. Foxttore has never cared much for his fur but he appreciates how you keep it clean and fluffy. He's surprised at himself for how he keeps coming back to you... but he just convinces himself that you're a rare, good find because most humans would never go to these lengths for a creature like him. Totally not because he's also become emotionally attached.
You are nearly in tears when you find out you've been housing a grown man who can somehow turn into a fox creature thing this whole time??? But Dottore just acts like it's no big deal and eventually starts demanding attention as if you're his lover or something... haha... or 😉 ? If you're cuddling with him in his fox form and you try to leave, he'll turn into a human and just crush you with his weight. Also if you give him a little kith he transforms right on your lap with one of those grins of his. Uhhh and he also kills people who even try to disrespect you ❤️ Washing the blood off of Foxttore is a normal thing for you :) Your relationship is kind of... complicated. He goes out and does his own thing and he doesn't tell you anything but you don't question it nor do you care... but you always look forward to seeing a certain fox curled up on your bed!! Idk why but I'd love to put him under my shirt. He's very soft and fluffy and I would like to hold him.
#smooches talks#dottore love notes <3#begging him to shift back into his fox form so u can squeeze him in ur arms#i hope these were good i just kind of rambled i hope u liked them anon!
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hihi im here for the redacted matches thing, if its still open :)
What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why? “Perhaps Vampires Is A Bit Strong But…” by Arctic Monkeys! ive always loved indie rock music, and this song in particular just scratches that musical itch in my brain
What is your Enneagram type? Type 2, The Helper
Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why? nooo they’re too long :(
Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend. i was supposed to have a childhood imaginary friend? nah fam i played with calico critters all day, i dont think i ever had a childhood imaginary friend
What is your go-to way to fall asleep? usually just listening to comforting audios, or taking melatonin
If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?) it sounds cool as hell, and if the person i stole it from isn’t using it anymore, imma yoink that shit and claim it as my own
What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why? "Your Boyfriend's a Flirty Vampire Prince and ALSO a Cheeky Dork". heart eyes at Vincent rn
What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.) Yandere!Ivan and Regulus who genuinely makes me uncomfortable, i only ever listened to Yandere!Ivan for lore reasons and i have refused to even go near Regulus bc that mf is CREEPY. i dont get the hype for either of them really
Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to. OOOH okay SO theres this book called Just Ash by Sol Santana, and the main character is intersex!! ive only ever once seen an intersex character in a piece of media, and that was 7 years ago. Just Ash kinda details the struggles that some intersex people can go through, and i learned a lot because of it (i didnt even know that salt wasting was a thing before reading this book). Just Ash also inspired me to start doing research on disabilities that arent as well-known throughout the world, such as scoliosis or ostomy.
Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend? Huxley. i need some good hugs in my life man. and Porter for queer reasons (that man is GAY you cannot tell me otherwise — plus you already know that he has some great sarcasm with the whole gag reflex quip)
Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.) when im low on energy, i either go nonverbal or start saying random silly things
Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo. despite being white, i have never had the classic white experience of visiting a gas station and terrorizing the cashier with my friends. i dont have a specific gas station that i like, but i looove the cherry slurpee omg that shit goes hard
Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment. i have ceremoniously named it ♥️ good shit ♥️ because it has good shit in it (imo). Arctic Monkeys, Laufey, Mitski, Lovejoy, The Orion Experience — basically any indie rock band/soft-voiced sad girl that goes hard
What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why? boyfriend asmr that surpasses asmr because its chocked full of lore and likable characters and world building and
And whatever else you think tells me about who you are! i loveloveLOVE pink omg best color ever fr. also. i eat lore for breakfast, literally my favorite thing ever. i will listen as you info dump about those silly little characters that run around in your head. im also autistic btw if that counts for anything 👍
(ive done this before, but i dont think it sent last time 😭)
Oh, this is easy peasy lemon squeezy. If you’re an autistic person with a love of lore and stories, there’s no better match for you than Guy, our resident storyteller!
One, we love an A4A relationship, and Guy has got to be the dictionary picture of an AuDHD dude, you know? Two, Type Two’s are characterized as being friendly, giving people who want to love and be loved, and Guy would be a good match for you because he is just so loving, so affectionate. I also love him for you because Guy is kind of as far from a yandere as I can imagine, and that feels right.
The more I think about it, the more I realize just how much fun you and Guy would have. He, of the Redacted bois, strikes me as the most likely to listen to Redacted, so couldn’t you just imagine it being a shared special interest between the two of you? You could listen to early access together and scream about it on tumblr, because let’s be real, Guy 100% has a tumblr. He’d also adopt popular lines and the Redacted ringtone as vocal stims, and I can imagine you finding that charming and funny because it would be.
Song:
Every time I think of you/ I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue/ It's no problem of mine, but it's a problem I find/ Livin' a life that I can't leave behind/ There's no sense in telling me/ The wisdom of the fool won't set you free/ But that's the way that it goes and it's what nobody knows/ Well, every day my confusion grows
I’m not gonna lie- I don’t super know what this song means, and neither would Guy. I do know that it’s fun, it’s a love song, it’s indie rock, and it’s a classic. This strikes me as the type of song that Guy knows all the words and can perform without a second thought, thus he loves turning it up and singing it at you whenever it comes on in the car.
Runner-Ups:
David is a runner-up for you because I love A4A pairings, and David is my favorite Redacted boi to headcanon as autistic after Guy. However, I do prefer Camelopardalis as a runner up; he’s not autistic, but I think his nature is more outwardly effusive and affectionate than David’s which would be better for a Type Two.
note: thank you for waiting~ you did send this before, and it came through; it just took me some time to get through the entries before you 💛
Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌
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Hi! I saw your post around here where you mentioned Ali Hazelwood, and I've been devouring her stories lately. Since I trust your judgment more than my own (that A level in literature really shows), I was wondering if you could recommend other stories you might have enjoyed? They don't have to be in a STEM setting, nor necessarily romances (although those are very welcome). Thank you so much <3
Hello! Yes of course!!
For books that remind me of ‘One Day’ (and therefore encapsulate the vibe I was going for in this fic). Heavy on themes of intimate relationships between two people, nostalgia, time and growing up.
‘This Time Tomorrow’ by Emma Straub: gorgeous insight into getting older and a push for change, explores the relationship between a father and daughter beautifully
‘Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow’ by Gabrielle Zevin: masterful characters and structure. Two friends work as video game designers. The publisher’s tagline is brilliant: ‘It’s not a romance, but it is about love.’
‘Amy & Isabelle’ by Elizabeth Strout: one of those books I know I’ll appreciate even more when I get older. Mother and daughter relationship: if you resonated by Greta Gerwig’s ‘Ladybird’, you’ll love this one.
‘The Time Traveller’s Wife’ by Audrey Niffenegger: It’s famous for a reason. The most original love story I’ve ever read and with such genius and tender plotting that demands rereading.
‘Normal People’ by Sally Rooney: melancholic and bittersweet (aka it was the ‘One Day’ that I didn’t like quite as much as ‘One Day’ but also guys it’s a good book c’mon let’s be fr here)
Romances I’ve enjoyed (these are probably very popular but there are so many shite ones that I’ll vouch for these):
Ali Hazelwood books. I am so adamant that this woman is an absolute legend and her books only get better. Loved her most recent (‘Love, Theoretically’), it’s too fun.
‘Book Lovers’ by Emily Henry. Emily Henry loml.
‘Love and Other Words’ by Christina Lauren: ICONIC friends-to-lovers
For STEM-y books I enjoyed, I liked:
‘Lessons in Chemistry’ by Bonnie Garmus: the main character is absolutely brilliant and I’m the world’s most devout feminist so of course I devoured this book. (Although constantly calling table salt NaCl did annoy me juuust a little. Yes salt is primarily composed of sodium chloride but it’s not purified so calling it NaCl is just a bit silly)
‘The Code Breaker’ by Walter Isaacson: non-fiction (gasp!) but I find CRISPR so interesting. Biography about Jennifer Doudna, the Nobel Prize winner who essentially transformed the world of genetic engineering.
Miscellaneous books I’ve enjoyed:
‘Tender is the Flesh’ by Agustina Bazterrica: chilling dystopia, excellent narration from perspective character, so disgusting and gory
‘Fingersmith’ by Sarah Waters: not usually a fan of historical fiction but Sarah Waters is the loml, brilliant plotting, crime fiction
‘Vladimir’ by Julia May Jones: devoured it in a day. Dark and sensual, with such a sharply-characterised perspective character.
‘The Charioteer’ by Mary Renault: one of the first books to write an unapologetically positive portrayal of homosexuality. Essential reading for any lgbt+ person who likes reading, imo: stands on the same level as ‘Giovanni’s Room’ or… literally any Sarah Waters novel. I read it for background research on a far-off WW2 fic I want to write but ended up loving it. Really sweet.
Huzzah I hope this is up to scratch <3
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Just some silly chaotic energy: how about an s/o for the support class that... is stupid. Walks into walls, gets random scratches and they dunno wth they're from :,), just does whatever they want. Probably has rabies at this point.
Eh, idk, it's like 4 am here and I'm running on 1 singular brain cell. Self-projecting much.
this is so me fr. i love waking up everyday with 6 new bruises of unknown origin. also i loved this request so much that i decided to do it for ALL the classes, hope u don't mind! :D
mercs x reader who's a clumsy dumbass
SCOUT
- laughts at you. this bastard straight up bursts into laughter whenever you trip or bump your head into something. he DOES ask you if you're okay and helps you up, but not after laughing at your clumsiness first. he's actually pretty clumsy too, so i guess you two are a match made in heaven (/j) one time you two were walking somewhere and you tripped and fell, scout saw it and immediately started laughing.... but as he kept walking he didn't notice the lamp post right in front of him, so he face planted into it... serves him right
PYRO
- noooo s/o don't touch that thing you're gonna get electrocuted!!! pyro worries so much about you :(( they really care about you and your health, so they made it their personal goal to make sure you're safe as possible! which means you are not leaving their sight. EVER. prepare for them to cling onto you 24/7 to make sure you don't do something stupid.... however if you manage to get hurt EVEN despite pyro's observant gaze, they will totally patch you up!! boom, now you're covered from head to toe in cute and colorful bandaids
SOLDIER
- he has no sense of self preservation. soldier often does dumb shit that gets him injured and he doesn't even realize it, so chances are he doesn't notice whenever YOU are about to do dumb shit... you guys are a disaster (affectionate). you both get injured often, but soldier can be very dramatic when it comes to your injuries. it doesn't matter whether it's just a small scractch, he WILL carry you in his arms to the medbay while screaming stuff like "HANG IN THERE S/O, DON'T DIE ON ME!" needless to say, he takes your health very seriously
HEAVY
- oh my God you're gonna be the death of him!! he worries SO MUCH!! you can tell he's really worried of how often you injure yourself completely on accident! because of this heavy often gives you little warnings whenever you're about to do something clumsy, such as reminding you to not bump your head in the doorframe or telling you to tie your shoelaces.... he tries his best but you still get injured, so when that happens he holds your hand and brings you to medic. if it's a smaller injury he just sits you down and makes you a sandvich to cheer you up
DEMOMAN
- okay so this is interesting. at first demo laughed at your clumsiness. not really in a malicious way, he just thought you seem pretty silly tripping over nothing and bumping into glass. he always helped you up afterwards, and overall took your clumsiness lightheartedly... but after a while he was like HOLD UP you get injured WAY too often!!! he soon started worrying about you more and more to the point he just started fussing over you like he's your mom or something, scolding you for not being careful and shit. also, my man gets EMOTIONAL!! so you better learn how to be not-clumsy or else you will have to deal with a worried drunk demoman who bursts into tears whenever you get a tiny scratch for the rest of your life
ENGINEER
- he actually finds your clumsiness to be pretty endearing!! he's like "y'all look at my wonderful s/o aren't they lovely :)" and it's just you falling off of a chair. engie knows that it's not your fault and that he can't stop you from being a clumsy dumbass either so instead he embraces this part of you and finds it lowkey cute!! cause he finds EVERYTHING about you cute!! he always patches you up after you injure yourself and actually thinks it's a great bonding experience lol. also if you ever feel insecure about your clumsiness then engie will totally reassure you and remind you of how cool and awesome you are!!
MEDIC
- quite indifferent to it actually. he thinks your clumsiness is kinda cute and entertaining, and he doesn't mind patching you up! you just happen to be a regular guest on his operating table, which he doesn't mind! gives him quite the excuse to spend time with you :D also, medic kind of turns it into a game-- somehow it's fun to try to figure out HOW exactly you got all those random bruises and scratches. spoiler alert you guys never figure it out and the cause of your bruises will forever be a mystery
SPY
- seeing you get hurt over and over again because of the dumb shit you do makes him SO frustrated. believe me... this man tries his best to look after you and make sure you're okay but you still manage to get scratched and injured! ohh but don't worry, his anger is NEVER directed at you, but rather at everything else around you. he's the type of guy who sees you trip over nothing and he's like "haha love you're so clumsy! :)" but when you're not looking he will pull out his knife and try to stab the air
SNIPER
- oh he is TIRED. sniper also makes it his personal goal to keep you safe, so he often watches you and looks out for any potential threats. it doesn't work, you still get hurt. everytime he sees you trip and fall or bump into something (even if he warned you) he just lets out the loudest sigh ever, walks up to you and offers you a bandaid from the med kit he always carries with him (because of YOU). one time he was just done with your bullshit and threw you on his shoulder, he carried you like that for a WHOLE DAY but you STILL managed to get scratches and stuff. after this happened sniper really started to question what evil spirit of clumsiness possessed you for you to be like this
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Honestly, I don't really get why people say Hazbin is badly written.
I definitely think they didn't get enough episodes for season 1, so things went too fast, but they really did the best with what they got, y'know?
Although, the characters are the strongest part of hh, so even if it was badly written I don't think it would really matter that much to me cuz I fucking love those little guys sooooo much I wanna put them in a microwave and watch them spin and then explode gixohxhchzhf.
But no matter what you think of Hazbin's writing, I think we can all agree it's wayyyyyy better written than hb lmao.
On a different note: who's your favorite character, and what's your favorite song? :3c (mine are Angel Dust and Poison!)
Honestly, I could serve everyone up a yappuccino about the writing, but I’m going to wait (since I’m working on a whole review of the show and I want to save a lot of praise and critique for that).
But anyways, I definitely agree. The characters are very much the strongest part of the show, lil guys,,, I want to fill you up with milk and throw you at the wall, my beloatheds. <333
And oooough, Poison is such a banger and Angel’s VA does such a good job weaving emotion into the song. My favourite characters as a kid were Alastor and Angel Dust respectively, but now it’s very much so Lucifer. Again, you give me a sad autistic with fluffy hair and I can make that bitch purr, then I’m yours. My favourite song is also Hell’s Greatest Dad. Like, it’s such a banger and the fast pace really does it for my brain. Scratches that itch.
Also, you give me a character that’s a cannibal and my interest is piqued fr. I really like Rosie and, yes, Alastor still. There’s a strong, traumatised cringe-shamed part of me that really wants to hate his Onceler-lookin’ ass and join the people dunking on him, but I CAN’T he’s just too charming and silly. I want to strangle him. /aff <3
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Holy fucking shit what's wrong with denial-chan.
How can one get so pressed about a silly little blog dedicated to a silly little character? 😭
And for claiming that we have low IQ here:
To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Bungo Stray Dogs. The humour is extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of dead authors most of the jokes will go over a typical viewer's head. There's also Dazai's nihilistic outlook, which is deftly woven into his characterisation- his personal philosophy draws heavily from Narodnaya Volya literature, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of these jokes, to realise that they're not just funny- they say something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who dislike Bungo Stray Dogs truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn't appreciate, for instance, the humour in Dazai's existential catchphrase "Bungo Deez nutz," which itself is a cryptic reference to Turgenev's Russian epic Fathers and Sons. I'm smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Asagiri's genius wit unfolds itself on their television screens. What fools.. how I pity them. 😂
And yes, by the way, i DO have a Bungo Stray Dogs tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It's for the ladies' eyes only- and even then they have to demonstrate that they're within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand. Nothin personnel kid 😎
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YOU HAVE A BSD TATTOO?? Damn, I want one too. That sounds so fun.
But to understand Bsd, you have to understand the concept and the reasons why the characters do and say the things they do. It’s not just some shallow plot line with one dimensional characters that have no personality or goals. Each character is unique with a sense of dynamic character that makes the characters interesting. I’ve always been picky with the fandoms that I get into and hyper-fixate on because not many today really go into such deep topics about morally grey characters, because usually in animes you have the good guys who’ve done nothing wrong and the back guys who have a tragic backstory and have always been “destined” to be evil yk? I think that’s what I like about Bsd so much because the characters feel like ACTUAL people who have flaws and make mistakes like any other human does (I can’t say this for Fyodor or the mafia because I don’t know anyone who’s blowing kids up 💀).
But yeah ^^
Here’s Dazai, I set him up and I love him. (I relate to him so deeply that it hurts, Dazai irl fr 😫).
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Team Bonding
fr when was the last time i posted like,,, a fic on here. like a tumblr fic. damn. anyway. ummmmmmmm this is just your.... typical steve freaks out and the avengers are awesome um yah ok ok
warnings: panic attack, vomiting (basically steve watches the titanic and doesnt have a very fun time)
word count: 2575
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If Steve was being brutally honest with himself, he was fucking tired of hearing about “the classics”. Irrelevant people butting their noses into his business, tipping him off to what movies were, “the best of the best!” and “absolute must sees!” He appreciated what they were trying to do, but after a while, it felt like people were more or less just trying to garner a slice of his 21st century experience, and quite frankly, he liked doing things better by himself. It was much more appealing to park himself in front of his laptop, nothing but his own quietude to keep him company as he combed through different wikipedia rabbit holes and caught up on movies and TV shows that were apparently crucial to his very existence.
Most were subpar and honestly, he preferred the copious amounts of popcorn he treated himself to on these solo date nights, but some things surprised him. Like Indiana Jones. He liked Indiana Jones. He was neat, and Marion reminded him vaguely of Peggy.
Still, he supposed he should have seen it coming when Clint came to collect him from his floor one evening, that sort of eager-puppy energy he carried around with him vaguely prickling the back of Steve’s neck.
“C’mon, man,” he was saying. Steve leaned against the door jamb, tired. He was going to concede, but Clint was rambling and Steve knew better than to interrupt him. “It’s, like, certifiably the best love story ever. You need to watch it--”
And there it was again. That fucking claim. You need to watch this! You haven’t seen that?
No. He hadn’t. He’d been a little busy, you know, being dead.
“--And the acting is all so raw and it’s just-- Leo DiCaprio-- you know who that--”
“--Yes. I saw Blood Diamond--”
“--Oh, you did? Well, anyway, he rocks in this and--”
“Clint,” Steve cut him off smoothly. “I’ll come, don’t sweat it too hard.”
Clint looked positively elated. “You will?” he exclaimed. “Awesome, yeah, it’s gonna be the whole team. I mean, that’s good right? You’re cool with that? You gotta be, you’re the one who mentioned team bonding that one time--”
“Yes,” Steve cut in again. “I’m alright with that. Give me a minute to change, and I’ll be right down?” He was still in his gym clothes from two hours ago. He meant to take a shower, but he’d sort of… ran out of energy. The sweat had cooled by now anyway. He smelled fine.
“Oh! Yeah, no problem.”
Which was how Steve found himself in a pair of sweatpants and an old SHIELD t-shirt, squashed in between Natasha and Bruce on the communal couch. Someone had handed him a huge bowl of popcorn and Steve was pleasantly surprised to find that it was flavored with some sort of cheese powder.
“White cheddar,” Bruce said, holding up a little blue shaker bottle when he heard Steve’s appreciative hum. “They’re, uh, sort of like seasoning, but for popcorn specifically. They come in all different kinds of flavors.”
“Oh, neat,” Steve said, around another handful of popcorn. He liked Bruce. He seemed to get Steve in that quiet, brutally raw sort of way. A quiet kinship. They didn’t talk about it, but he never made him feel condescended, so Steve decided that was okay.
“I think I fixed it!” Tony said, stepping out from behind the ginormous movie screen where, presumably, he’d been fixing a volume problem. The screen had been frozen on the first frame of the movie for nearly ten minutes. “Okay, okay, let’s see…” he pressed play. Music poured through the speakers on either side of the TV, loud enough so that everyone cringed and Steve nearly dropped the popcorn bowl in his haste to cover his ears. He always managed to forget how damn loud the world could be when he let himself get comfortable.
“Sorry, sorry!” Tony hissed, turning the volume down to a much more tolerable level. “Okay, there. Okay, shh everyone. Gotta let Capsicle--”
“--Just Steve, Tony--”
“--Gotta let Just Steve get the full experience.”
Steve rolled his eyes, but settled in to watch.
The film was honestly better than Steve had been expecting, if not a little… itchy in that way period films tended to be for him. The themes of poverty and love were pretty well-rounded, but they hit just close enough that he almost cringed at the far-fetch’d beauty of it.
Still, his fingers itched for a pencil as Jack guided a pencil over the worn sheaf of paper. The dim light, the faint scratch of the pencil, the forbidden love. It was familiar. Steve could almost smell the salty City air, afternoons spent under the dim lights of candles so they could see even with the curtains drawn-- a semblance of privacy amongst the compact vulnerability of his and Bucky’s shitty little tenement.
Draw me like one of your french girls, Rose had said, and Steve’s eyes drifted towards the wall, Bucky’s voice echoing through his head.
“‘Course I want you to draw me. I ain’t denying my vanity, Stevie,” he teased, but his eyes were soft. “Pal, you could draw a stick of butter and I’d still wanna watch. It ain’t about me here.”
There was a soft touch to his arm and Steve blinked out of his reverie. Natasha was watching him, a neutral look on her face that Steve had finally learned to recognize as concern. He shook his head minutely, offering her a smile. She nodded and looked back at the TV.
The rest of the movie passed without much excitement. The acting was pretty good and Steve had even gotten to a point where he could recognize the filmmaking as something like revolutionary for the time it came out. He was quicker on the cultural uptake than people gave him credit for, but that was neither here nor there. He laughed with everyone else, let himself grow somber when the atmosphere lent that mood, and generally, it was a nice time. He hadn’t gone to any movie nights before this, but he thought maybe he’d start going to more.
And then the ship hit the iceberg.
Steve wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting. Obviously, he knew of the Titanic-- he knew, historically, what happened to it. But for some reason, it hadn’t quite hit him while watching the movie that he was going to have to see the catastrophe go down.
There was a loud creaking of ice on metal as the collision occurred on screen and Steve felt himself go still-- body rigid and tense as the deafening noise played through the speakers. His heart slammed in his chest and he felt his palms start to sweat. He knew that sound-- he knew that--
--He blinked, shaking his head. Movie. Watch the movie. There was a panicked scramble on screen. Characters rushing to amend the situation, more metal creaking and groaning and breaking as dark, foamy water broke through the sides of the ship and Steve could taste it, he could taste the water flooding into the cabin, hitting him from the left as it took the plane down in a harsh--
--He twitched, shaking his head. He was being silly. There were moments of reconciliation as the scenes rapidly flashed between water flooding the ships cabins and peaceful moments of civility. A calm before the storm. A final dance before death.
I’m gonna need a raincheck on that dance…
There was a sudden crash as water blasted through into the work quarters and Steve jumped, watching transfixed as unforgiving torrents pushed workers over, flooding them, drowning them, and they were falling, slipping, sliding, panicking as certain death met them at the halfway point, and Steve knew it must be cold. So cold. Suffocating and unforgiving as it flooded their lungs, saltier than they probably imagined, heavy and awful and--
“Stark, turn the movie off.”
The room went abruptly silent. Steve realized his eyes were closed, chest heaving as he sat, hunched over his lap, hands fisted in his hair.
The popcorn wasn’t on his lap anymore. When had he moved? He couldn’t breathe and he was so cold and someone needed to save those guys, someone needed to--
“Steve,” a gentle voice cut into the roaring waves crashing in his head. Bruce. That was Bruce speaking. “Can you hear me, Steve?”
Steve nodded, pulling his hair harder. He couldn’t breathe. Was he drowning again? Surely that was impossible. If Bruce was talking to him, he couldn’t be drowning again, but-- but the water-- and-- and the cold--
“Good, that’s good, Steve,” Bruce. Bruce again. It was Bruce. “Can I touch you?”
Touch. Touch. No touch. He was so cold. He wanted to stop being cold, but he was certain if someone touched him right now, he would lose his goddamn mind. More so than he already had.
“That’s alright,” Bruce sounded steady. Calm. So calm. Why couldn’t Steve calm down? “That’s okay. You think you can do something for me?”
Something… for Bruce? Could he? Could he do anything right then? If he couldn’t breathe, how could he do anything-- and he-- he felt sick--
He opened his mouth to answer and vomited between his feet, straight onto the carpet. Someone in the room hissed sympathetically. Steve wanted to crawl somewhere and die.
“Oh, Steve,” Bruce seemed to be talking mostly to himself, but Steve felt his shoulders climb higher towards his ears. “Okay, Steve, I need you to listen to my voice. Just listen. I’m going to count and you’re going to breathe in time with my instruction, okay? Can you do that for me?”
Steve shook his head, choking on a sob. His chest hurt. Like someone had taken all of his ribs and replaced them with weights, flooding his lungs with-- with water-- and fuck, now he was thinking about the plane again. He felt his breathing tick up higher.
“I want you to try,” Bruce said. “With me. In,” he sucked in a breath. “One… two… three… four…”
Steve tried to suck in a breath, but all he managed to do was send himself into a coughing fit. Bruce kept counting. Steve wanted to tell him to wait-- slow down-- shut up--
He braced a hand over his chest.
Bruce was still counting.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed, but eventually he found himself matching Bruce’s counts, eyes closed and the heels of his palms braced on his temples as he sucked in greedy, measured breaths. His heart was still slamming hard enough to make him tremble and he could smell his own sick wafting up from the ground, but at least he was breathing on his own.
Bruce trailed off. Silence hung thick in the air, the only noise Steve’s slow, shaking breaths. Shame burned around his ears. He didn’t dare look up.
Tony, predictably, was the one to break the silence. “I’m sorry, Steve,” he said, and Steve was surprised to hear honest regret in his voice. “I was the one who suggested we watch Titanic. I should have thought for more than two seconds about that…”
Steve shrugged. Embarrassment climbed from his stomach to his throat, threatening to choke him.
Natasha spoke next. “Why don’t you go wash up?” It was an escape-- a way out-- and Steve took it graciously, keeping his head ducked down as he stood on shaking legs and rushed to the communal bathroom.
Inside, he locked the door and braced himself over the sink, splashing warm water on his face. He drank greedily from the tap. His reflection looked like shit-- he’d burst some blood vessels in his eyes, probably while vomiting, and his skin looked sallow and pale. He was trembling, sweat matting his hair to his forehead. He looked how he looked after a nightmare. This, he supposed, had kind of been like a nightmare. Though, he hadn’t been asleep.
Nightmares, he was finding, weren’t strictly exclusive to the nighttime.
He supposed he’d always known that, though.
He closed his eyes, bowing his head again.
His emotions had been fucked to high hell since waking up from the ice. This hadn’t been the first of those awful… fits, and he was certain it wouldn’t be the last, but to have something like that happen in front of the team was a whole new level of mortifying. Fuck. He’d gotten sick. And he’d left it.
He felt the ceramic counter straining under his grip. Scowling, he let go.
He could slip off to his room, lock himself away until he could find some way to sneak out of the Tower and never talk to any of the others ever again. Even in this state, Steve knew that wasn’t viable in any sense. He sighed. Besides, he couldn’t just damn the others to clean up his mess.
Stowing his pride, he dug some spare mouthwash out from behind the mirror and chugged some straight down, keeping a mouthful and swishing it around before spitting it in the sink. He still felt and looked like shit, but at least his breath would smell like wintergreen.
The others were still gathered in the communal living room, watching what looked like a kid’s cartoon on TV. There was a distinct smell of cleaner in the air and Steve’s eyes landed on the ground where he’d gotten sick. It was clean. He let his eyes drop to the ground, ashamed.
“I’m sorry,” he said. The cartoon paused. He didn’t look at any of them. “I was going to clean up.”
“Nah, man, the only thing worse than freaking out is having to clean up after yourself while you still feel shitty,” Clint said, and Steve looked up. There was no pity in his gaze, only understanding.
“Yeah, we’ve all been there,” Tony said. “Sucks, but hey, least we know now that Titanic is a no-no for you.”
Steve flushed, swallowing a few times. “Um, I guess,” he looked at Bruce. “Thank you.”
Bruce smiled. “No problem,” he said gently. “We’re watching Phineas and Ferb if you’d like to join us, but we understand if you’d like to go rest.”
“Phineas and Ferb?” Steve asked, guilt replaced with genuine confusion.
“Yeah,” Clint said, shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth. “It’s my go-to when I have a bad day. Nothing like some good old platypus drama to cure life’s woes.”
Steve blinked. “I genuinely don’t know what to say to that.”
Clint barked out a laugh. “Join us, man! Don’t gotta talk if you’re not feeling it, but being alone after shit like that sucks.”
And Steve hadn’t had someone there for him after a breakdown-- not since the war. Not since Bucky. Every ounce of him wanted to run. Hide. Smooth out his face and slip on that mask of stoicism. But maybe… maybe he didn’t have to. Maybe he could let himself have this, if only this once.
“Sure,” he said, voice a little hoarse. He awkwardly sat back in between Natasha and Bruce.
Tony pressed play again and Steve smoothed his hands over his thighs, feeling out of place and a little cramped and--
Natasha settled, casually letting her feet rest on his lap. On his other side, Bruce leaned into his shoulder, a subtle, grounding pressure. Clint caught his eye and offered him some more popcorn.
Steve relaxed.
Yeah. He could let himself have this.
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thanks for reading, chiefs
yeah this was chatted about in one of the awesome discord groups im in so thanks guyysss lol
#marvel shit#marvel#Steve Rogers#marvel fic#steve rogers fic#Avengers#team bonding#yes#avengers fic#i love them all#dlakjfl#ok#crawling back into my hole#im definitely supposed to be doing homework
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Just Until
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Sanders Sides
Warnings: panic attack
Ship: Platonic moxiety
Summary: Virgil has not been having a good week. Patton knows a guy.
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Virgil’s been in college for about four months. It was his freshman year, his very first time being totally on his own, and in that time he had turned nineteen, celebrated his birthday alone, not gone home over break and been entirely overwhelmed by his work load and having to exist as a real, functional person simultaneously.
It had been...a lot.
And if that had been all it was, he could have lived with that. He could have figured out how to do his own laundry and regulate his eating habits and sleep enough to function and share his space with a total stranger and do his homework and be alone. He could have dealt with all of that and he would not have even complained about having to do it because at least he was getting the opportunity. Plenty of other people who had come from his background had not gotten such an opportunity and he just wanted to prove he was more than the sum of his parts.
And yet.
He would have just kept trudging along, keeping the tears on the inside where they belonged, but he’d gone to pick up his prescription the other day and was told his insurance no longer covered it. It was a mistake, some stupid paperwork misfiled or mislabeled or something, but regardless, he could not afford his meds without insurance and the mistake would not be fixed for another week. Then the college had contacted him and told him that he couldn’t actually have his emotional support animal because his forms were invalid or something that he couldn’t really remember now, and he hadn’t even brought back the snake he had picked out yet.
In short, it had been a fucking awful few days.
So here he was, bawling his eyes out and as quietly as he could, curled up on his bed. It was Friday, so it wasn’t likely that his roommates would be coming back until tomorrow or the next day; they were usually all out every weekend, and though two of them had made an attempt to include Virgil in whatever weekend activities they had going on, Virgil was pretty comfortable with having the dorm to himself for the weekend. And especially when he did things like cry his eyes out in his dorm.
So really, the less people there to witness it, the better.
Virgil really should have known it wasn’t going to go like that.
A few minutes into his well-deserved meltdown, a key turned in his lock. Oh shit, Virgil thought, but there was no time to even his breathing or hide his tear-stained face before someone loomed in his doorway and the only thing he could see of them was a pair of glasses glinting in the light. He shrank back, pulling the blanket up around his head. If he had to die today, he would at least do it without facing the world.
“Kiddo, is that you?” said the person. “Silly question. Sorry. Of course it’s you. Logan and Roman are both at Dee’s place. What are you up to?” The only person this could be was Patton, one of his three roommates, which somehow Virgil thinks may actually be worse than if either of their other roommates had walked in on this. Patton always wanted to talk about whatever was going on and he would tell Virgil about what they were doing and invite him along even though they had barely ever spoken and he didn’t even know who Dee was.
“Nothing,” Virgil gasped from under his blanket, chest hitching.
“Are you alright?” Patton asked, followed by a panicked, “Virgil, are you crying?”
“No. Fine,” Virgil spat even though that wasn’t vaguely true and they both knew it.
“What happened?” Patton sat down on Virgil’s bed and rested his hand gently on Virgil’s shoulder despite the layers and layers of blankets between them. Virgil hiccuped on a sob and clapped a hand to his mouth.
“Nothing,” he said again.
“Virge, you don’t just start crying for no reason,” Patton said gently. “What’s going on?”
“It’s stupid and it’s not important and it’s nothing, can you just leave me alone?”
“I would,” Patton said slowly, “if that’s what you really wanted. Is it, kiddo? You have to tell me.”
“I-I don’t-” Ever so softly, Patton removed the blanket from Virgil’s face.
“Oh, kiddo,” he said. Virgil was sure his face looked a mess, eyeliner and eyeshadow smeared like he’d spent the last few days without taking it off. Patton didn’t look disgusted though, despite the fact that it was disgusting. “What happened, sweetheart?”
“Everything’s fucked and I just-I can’t do this, I don’t even know what I’m doing.” Virgil pressed his hand back over his mouth and leaned into his knees. Patton made some soft noise and pulled Virgil into his arms.
“It’s okay,” Patton said. “It’s going to be okay. You don’t have to know what you’re doing right now. It’s okay.” He rubbed a hand so comfortingly over Virgil’s back, in a way that he had never experienced before, and he held Virgil so snuggly in his arms. It felt safe and Virgil rarely felt like that, like he could just be. They stayed that way until Virgil finished crying so hard he couldn’t speak.
Once he was finally breathing normally and didn’t feel like he was actively combusting, Patton started to get up.
“W-wait,” Virgil exclaimed, immediately feeling stupid for it. If Patton had taken all that he could of Virgil’s nonsense, he had every right to leave right now and they would never have to speak about this again. It would be less embarrassing for Virgil and less cumbersome for Patton. It would be better.
“I was just going to get you a water bottle, kiddo. You’re going to be feeling awfully dehydrated after that. I was going to come right back. What’s wrong?” Oh, Virgil thought, feeling almost faint. He wasn’t leaving.
“I just-do you mind if we stay like this for a little longer?” He spoke quickly, ripped it off like a bandaid so that at least the rejection would be quicker, there would be less waiting and uncertainty.
“Of course,” Patton said, and he settled right back into the bed, hugging Virgil to him. “Whatever you need.” He ran a hand through Virgil’s hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. It made Virgil melt. If he had been able to think more clearly, he would have been surprised it worked, surprised Patton had stayed for him. But he couldn’t really think that straight at the moment.
“Feel better?” Patton asked after a few more minutes. Virgil nodded. “Good. Do you want to talk about what’s wrong now?”
“Uh, I ran out of my meds and they aren’t refilled yet, and the university denied my request for a service animal, and there’s just so much to do, I’m-I’m just overwhelmed.” Virgil pulled away from Patton to sit on his own. He realized rather suddenly that Patton had somewhere else to be, someone he was meeting, and was not by any means required or even expected to deal with Virgil’s bullshit. He was just being a bother to his overly polite roommate. “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have had to-”
“It’s okay, Virge.” Patton patted his hand before he could finish. “We’re friends. I like helping the people I care about. You’re not imposing on me at all.” He smiled. Virgil was confused. They were friends? They’d exchanged maybe four sentences the whole time they’d been rooming together. He didn’t know what to say to that. “I’m sorry you have to deal with all that,” Patton continued. “What were you going to get for a service animal?”
“A snake,” Virgil said. He felt obligated to answer Patton’s questions because he had listened to Virgil cry even when he had been busy, but he really just wanted Patton to get on with what he was doing before so that he wouldn’t end up resenting Virgil for being such a crybaby about something that should have been nothing. “I was going to name him Caspar. Seriously though, Patton, you don’t have to stay here and do this. Go meet up with your friends. I’ll be fine.”
“Well,” Patton said thoughtfully, squinting down at Virgil’s blankets. “You want me to meet my friends, but I don’t want to leave you here alone. I know!” He grabbed Virgil’s hand excitedly, a smile breaking out across his face. “You can come over to Dee’s apartment! We can all hang out together.”
“Oh, I don’t know-”
“Dee even has some pet snakes,” Patton wheedled. When Virgil still looked unsure, he aimed his best puppy dog eyes at him. “C’mon, Virge. It’ll be fun, and if you don’t like it, we can come right back here. I promise. Justy try? It might make you feel better if you’re not alone, you know.”
Virgil sighed. “Fine. But only because I want to see the snakes.”
“That’s great, kiddo.” Patton practically bounced off the bed after that. “I’ll go get you a water bottle, and we can go as soon as you’re ready!” He scampered off to the shared kitchen area, and Virgil pulled on his shoes before stopping in the bathroom to wash his face. With the tear tracks and smeared eye-liner washed away and a goal in mind, Virgil did feel a little better.
It still took more willpower than he would admit to force himself out of the bathroom to meet Patton and begin their trek over to Dee’s house. Whoever Dee was. His snakes better be pretty frickin’ cool, otherwise Virgil was going to bail at the first opportunity.
“Virge?”
“Hmm?” Virgil hummed.
“I think you’re going to be just fine.”
“Huh,” Virgil said. “Thanks.”
“I mean it. You’re more capable than you think. You’ll make it through.” Patton smiled, this time soft and comforting, and Virgil couldn’t deny that being out with Patton did feel better than being cooped up in that tiny room. So Virgil smirked back, as friendly as he could, and decided that he really would give this whole hanging-out-with-acquaintances thing a try.
Just until he got his snake, just until he didn’t feel like one more task would send him spiralling into an inky abyss, just until they were friends instead of acquaintances, and then Virgil would do something else he’d never done before: he’d give that whole hanging-out-with-friends thing a try. And he might just like it enough to keep doing it. And maybe, once the semester ended, he would have a pet snake and new friends and somewhere nice to spend his summer.
Just until he got his snake, though. Just until then.
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A Blind Meeting
Chapter 2
Notes: I am using a French translator https://translate.yandex.com/?lang=fr-en&text=sir So if something isn’t right. I’m sorry!
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The next week was dreadful. Thanks to the Joker playing with a tank down near my home, business has been very slow. Only, one customer would visit, sometimes he would bring a young man with him, but normally he is alone.
It was now Monday, third week of February, and everyone was downstairs with me in the Parlor; helping me make my dress. Teeks barked twice, then walked toward the bakery.
“une seconde s'il vous plait” I said in rushed french, finishing up the seam I was in the middle of.
“pas pressé, veuillez prendre votre temps.” That’s surprising. His voice had a rough tone to it sounding familiar. I tapped my wrist watch checking to see the time.
“10:30 am” It spoke.
“Ooooh it’s him.” Trixx and Pollen teased. Ironically I thought the same thing. He was always here at the same time even with Joker making a mess of things. Satisfied with where I left off, I adjusted my hair and dusted off my dress. The room filled with small giggles as I walked out from the door under the stairs into the bakery.
“Good morning Monsieur. Would you like your usual?” I held a smile as I walked over to Teeks, scratching behind her head.
“Yes please. It’s been pretty quiet here lately.” He had a soft caring tone in his voice. Kind of different than his usual tired voice.
“Indeed, I guess no one knows I’m still open thanks to Joker.” I gave a distressed sigh as I filled up two cups of coffee and walked over to his table. Honestly, I’m glad I’m blind. If Trixx’s description is true, I’d be a clumsy mess and he’d have coffee all over his lap. I set our cups down and sat across from him. Teeks decided to stay by the counter but my silly blonde cat wanted to join us at the table.
“That is surely is concerning. If you don’t mind me asking, what were you doing under the stairs.” His question was expected but I just smiled. It was nice to have someone to talk to.
“It is, but it’s also okay. I was actually working on my gown for a charity event the Waynes are hosting.”
“Is that so. I’ll be going there myself. Will you have someone going with you?” He sipped his coffee. I held my cup taking in its warmth.
“I’ll be meeting with my uncle and friends there. I’m very excited. But no other than them, I don’t plan to take anyone with me.” I sipped my coffee giving a soft hum.
“I see.” He sounded disappointed? It was a little hard to pin point his exact feelings but it’s fun to learn. “What will your dress look like?”
“Mmm… . I won’t give you all the details, but its going to be a floor length gown and a little bit sparkling.” I smiled not wanting to give him all the details. He must have caught on and he too smiled as he talked.
“Aaah, a mystery. I’m intrigued. I can’t wait to see it.” I lifted my cup feeling my cheeks warm up from remark and tried to change my focus to something else.
“Will you be going with someone? I’m sure a dashing young man as yourself would be.” I smiled feeling the table under me move when he relaxed against it.
“I am, I’ll be taking my son Richard with me.”
“Oh, is he the young man you brought in a few times?” I asked.
“Yes, you remembered. I’m surprised.” He said bringing a smile on his lips.
“Of course I would. What about your wife, does she not like these kind of things?” I asked getting up and go back behind the counter pulling out two muffins.
“No wife. Just my son, our butler, and me. Never been married.” He stated. I won’t lie, it made me happy hearing that.
“I see.” Grabbed a couple napkins and walked back to our table handing him one. “Well I can’t wait to meet your son at the charity event.” My watch goes off letting me know it’s almost 12 o'clock letting out a defeated sigh.
“I guess I’ll get back to work.” He said picking up the muffin. “Thank you for your time. And this muffin.” He smiled picking up his suitcase and walked out of the bakery. I clicked my tongue signalling Noir to come over as I sat on the floor by Teeks.
“Geez, can’t he get anymore dreamy.” Trixx let out coming out from behind kitchen.
“Don’t be silly. Come on, let’s go finish the dress up and Jagged’s suit before he comes over to try it on.” I got up scratched Teeks hear again and walked back into parlor under the stairs.
The next days, our regular guest didn’t visit. Customers began to visit again after realizing I was open but none stayed long. One customer brought in a dog that barked at Teeks aggressively after that I had to put up a sign that said “Service Animals Inside Only.” Eventually after another week went by, I installed a porch cover and put outside chairs and tables for anyone who wanted to bring their fur babies with them. Water and food dishes were left outside, brought in and cleaned every night, and put outside filled through out the day.
Jagged showed up with Penny, trying on their outfits and was excited. Everything fit perfect in every direction and it helped hide Penny’s baby bump. She was only five months but she was worried she’d be showing too much.
“Perfect. Everything is rock n'roll Marinette.” Jagged said bringing back the hung suit.
“He’s right. They are perfect. Do you have any plans for your birthday after tomorrow?” Penny asked rubbing her stomach. They plan to name the baby Penelope Marinette if a girl, and for a boy Marin Oliver. I’m the honorary Godmother of their baby so to me, it’s even more of an honor to have then carry my name. Hehe.
“I’m not sure, Chloe, Kagami, and Adrian are going to be here tomorrow for the charity event too so maybe something with them.” I said, taking their clothes and put them in their suit bags to take to the hotel.
“Then let’s celebrate together the six of us. I’m sure it be a blast! I mean your already celebrating your birthday at the charity, so why not.” Jagged said.
“As much as that sounds like fun, I can’t leave my shop closed for the whole day.” I said.
“True.” Jagged sat down and thought for a minute letting Teeks. “Then how about we go out for.” If it was meant to be a question it didn’t come out that way. Before I could say any further, Noir was meowing upstairs demanding I let him out.
“I guess we better go. Love you Mari well see you tomorrow at the Wayne Manor. You sure you don’t want us to pick you up?” Penny asked hugging me good bye.
“Yes I’m sure. I’ll meet you guys there at 7. Get some rest tonight and no heels Aunt Penny. Flats or comfort shoes. I make sure your dress could hide em.” I gave her a wink then hugged Jagged.
“Your sure Fang is alright here with your mischief kitty?” He asked me just before letting go.
“Yes Uncle Jagged I’m positive they will let along great. I’ll even wash him before you pick him up.” With a satisfied nod, he leaves the bakery Penny in his arms. I lock the door waving bye once more then closes the curtains. “So tired. Well, let’s get upstairs and rescue the Noir.” I chuckled to myself as Teeks and I walked upstairs. The moment the door opened Noir shot past me and ran downstairs to hide. More likely above the fridge with Plagg. Fang laid on my couch snugged and asleep. I just shook my head and unlocked the cat door for Noir locking my house door, and went off to bed.
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The Iron-Forged Chronicles: Eclipse
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(a few years before)
A pale blue egg rested safely between the front legs of an aqua and tomato colored Coatl, who was curled up in a corner of a large and spacious room. Her pink eyes were fixated upwards, focused on the event that was currently happening through a large and round glass window on the ceiling. She had never seen anything like it, though she had read about it in various books. An eclipse. It was so much more... intense in real, more than what she would have ever expected it to be, even after reading about dragons personally seeing one. Vastly more beautiful than she had imagined, though the window was tinted for her eyes' sake and thus wasn't showing the full glory.
She felt blessed being able to experience an occasion like this.
The egg shivered, the movement drawing the Coatl's attention back to it. She had been the egg's caretaker ever since the father, a grey and gold Pearlcatcher with spotted wings, known as Umessis, had disappeared without a trace. He had brought the egg, pale blue and perfectly smooth, to this small Light clan, claiming the egg was “a gift from a goddess.” The egg most certainly looked special, not like any normal elemental egg, but most of the dragons in the clan had laughed it off. There was no way this one dragon had gotten in contact with a goddess, much less receive an egg from one. It just wasn't possible.
Was it?
Something had drawn her to the little egg, despite her own doubts about it. This was why she offered to take care of it when the Umessis went missing, before anyone else had the chance to speak up. It felt right. As if she was meant to be the baby's caretaker before it was born.
The egg shuddered again, bringing her out of her thoughts. As she focused on it, she became aware of a small crack beginning to form near the top of the oval object. Was it... starting to hatch? During the eclipse out of all things? Was it a sign? It felt like one, that was for sure.
Hmmm. Maybe his claim wasn't as ridiculous as it at first seemed after all. The timing was just too perfect for it to be a coincidence, in her eyes at least. What would the others think of this, she wondered. Would its hatch timing change anyone's opinion?
She watched the egg now, the eclipse seemingly forgotten, as the egg shook and shivered again, the fracture lengthening and widening. It seemed as if the hatchling was in a rush to get out, wanting out now, instead of slowly working its way out of the shell. Maybe it really did want to get out before the eclipse was over.
She was paying so much attention to the egg and watching the crack progress, while other cracks started to form, that she was unaware of the progress the eclipse was making until the room was enveloped in darkness. The realization that the sun was now behind the moon caused her head to jolt up, and she directed her head to look upwards at the window again. Just for a moment, the egg had been her focus, the importance of it being a distraction. But still... she wanted to see this, even if it was only a glimpse. This was the part she had been most intrigued about.
It was so wonderful.
Unable to remove her eyes immediately, she remained fixated on the scene above for one minute... two minutes... this was amazing. She was glad this room was rarely used; otherwise she might not have gotten as much of a chance to see... this. And oh look, the moon was moving away from the sun, showing a sliver... how fascinating! She would never forget this-
Crack!
The Coatl looked back down, her feather crest pinned back in surprise. That crack had been overwhelmingly loud, enough that it reverberated throughout the entire room even after the original sound had finished, startling the Coatl out of her wits. And now, as she stared down at her front feet, eyes wide, while the room slowly gained brightness due to the eclipse moving on, the mass at her feet twitched, no longer just an egg. It moved slowly, a mess of shell and dragon, sitting up with a soft hiccup, eyes closed. The hatchling was a Pearlcatcher, just like its father, and the small stub on its face, in front of the horn on its forehead, showed clearly that the hatchling was male. She couldn't tell his colors easily in the dim lighting, just enough to see that he looked to be a mix of gold and grey, seemingly glowing in areas such as his sides and feet. Did he have Runes...?
“Why hello little guy! It's quite nice to finally see you! You're quite adorable!”
Her startled mood leaving, the Coatl lifted a front foot, gently plucking a piece of eggshell out of the Pearlcatcher's mane. She dropped the piece of shell onto the floor, reaching out to stroke one of the hatchling's cheeks with the back of one of her claws. “Welcome to the waking world, little one! How does it feel?” she smirked, chuckling softly and tapping the top of his head afterwards, being careful to not poke herself on his larger horn. “Maybe you should open your eyes and get a look for yourself, you silly dragon.”
As she pulled her foot away, he did exactly that. He shook his head with a soft squeak as he opened his eyes, first staring straight at her. The Coatl inhaled, watching the hatchling, unable to speak, unable to do anything other than stare. His eyes were glowing brightly, two bright beacons on his face, standing out against the small blanket of darkness still covering the two. Bright enough that the rest of his details were even more blurred than before. He seemed unaware of it, blinking a couple times as he looked around, squeaking again as he tried to stand for the first time. The attempt failed, and he flopped over, twitching an ear as he looked back up at the larger dragon.
Though, as soon as it had begun, it was over. The room was cast into bright light again as the moon finished its journey over the sun, and at the same time, the hatchling's eyes stopped glowing, revealing a pair of dark purple-grey eyes, marked with flecks of yellow, including a ring around each pupil. It was unlike anything she had seen before, in fact, his eyes made her think of the eclipse that had just passed. So it was really meant to be. He was special.
And in her heart, even if his eyes had the look of a Shadow dragon's at first glance, she knew he was a Light dragon. There was no denying it, especially with how his eyes had glowed a bright yellow just moments before.
Also now that the room wasn't obscured by the darkness anymore, she could see his small form clearly now, as he moved back into a sitting position, attempting to scratch himself with a hind leg as he did so. His body was a vibrant gold, spotted with darker brown, with glowing dark pink runes running along his side and tail, blotting each cheek, covering each paw, making it look as if he had walked in some kind of strange-coloured liquid or muck. And last of all, his mane, cheek fluff, and tail tuft were all a dark grey, with a soft appearance, while his wings were a paler grey. They sparkled in the dimmed sunlight like glittering gems as he stretched them out, making an attempt to stand up again as he did so. They were marvelous, reminding her of insect wings with how transparent they were.
This time, when he fell over, the Coatl caught him before he hit the ground. “Careful little one.” she cooed, coaxing him to sit on the floor again. “Don't need you hurting yourself, do we?” she nudged him as she spoke, ignoring the squeak of protest she got as she started picking the pieces of eggshell off of him and putting them on the ground next to him. She knew what Pearlcatcher hatchlings did with the pieces of shell and she wanted to make it a little easier for him.
“I can't wait for the others to see you, little one, after you're done making your pearl! I'm sure you'll get quite the reaction.” she was ecstatic, enthralled, her voice showing it loud and clear. She was also highly curious. What would the rest, the ones who had scoffed at Umessis's words, think of all of this? Of him? The young Pearlcatcher was definitely not a normal, run-of-the-mill Light dragon. Not with the way his eyes had glowed during the eclipse, not with how they looked now, dark with speckles of light yellow showing through.
He was a gift, she thought as she watched him poke at a piece of eggshell, unable to keep from smiling. A blessing. And hopefully they'll see that. Hopefully.
The remains of what looked like a major battle were strewn all over the southern Scorched Forest. From pieces of broken trees and ripped foliage, to areas darkened with blood, to torn cloth, broken weapons, and even a limb or some other body part, hardly any of the cracked ground was free of carnage. Enough time had passed that any bodies that had been there were dragged off to be buried or burned, and there was seemingly no life in the area, no dragons, no birds, not even a sign of any sort of insects humming or buzzing around.
Except it wasn't quite devoid of life, for lying just at the edge of the wreckage, against a fallen log resting on a broken stump, was a small egg, its mostly dark coloring keeping it from being easily visible among the other objects lying around. Smoke seeped from small cracks in the surface, and if one looked closely, it would also be apparent that the inside of the egg was very bright, a vibrant glow peeking out from within the cracks. It shook every now and then as time passed, though the cracks did not progress much. Whatever was in the egg was ready to hatch, hinted by the cracks and the occasional shudder, but taking its time.
As the minutes ticked by, as morning turned into the afternoon, the day growing warmer, the egg's appearance changed slowly, but surely. Smoke was starting to billow out of the cracks a little thicker now, it was shuddering more often and more violently, as if it was about to explode, and the whole egg was emitting an orange glow, the cracks glowing brighter than the rest of it. It stood out as opposed to blending in with the log and ground now, and since there was an unnatural silence over the area now due to the lack of animal activity, all the small noise it made, the shifting around and the cracking, and even sizzling on occasion, seemed to be a lot louder than they really were.
As it shivered, threatening to roll over onto its side due to how violently it was moving, a strange darkness fell over the forest, plunging everything in shadow, as though something had shaded the world. The egg, due to its light, was the only thing that wasn't at all affected by the sudden occurrence, and now, its bright glow caused it to stand out starkly against the darkened landscape, even among the dimly glowing cracks in the ground and trees. It was a beacon; something that would quickly and easily draw the eyes of anyone who happened upon the place.
The darkness only lasted for a brief period of time, for a few minutes later, it slowly passed, the forest gradually growing lighter as the source of the darkness faded away. It was soon back to what it was before it had been before everything was shrouded, as if it had never happened. Silent, desolate, foreboding.
As the light returned with the darkness fading, the glowing egg finally toppled over onto its side. Multiple cracks sounded as it landed with a thud, as the shell that made contact with the ground shattered into little pieces. A single purple-blue paw broke its way out through a large crack on the side, clawing at the air. Not long after, a tail, tufted at the end with streaked brown fur, broke free from the other side of the egg.
As the creature, likely a dragon, within the egg worked to free itself from its temporary prison, a small four-legged shape, with a long whip-like tail and fins flattened against its head and neck, made its way slowly towards it. It was curious, though wary as well thanks to the signs of slaughter all around. What was an egg doing here? Left all alone, when this place was obviously a recent battlefield?
This was no place for a child, the shape mused. It didn't belong here. It needed a home. It would take the youngling in. Take care of it.
#lore post!#flight rising#l: Eladrin#l: Chandra#The Iron Forged Chronicles#IT'S HERE!#look at all the introductions baby#also that waifu site is a blessing and a half#this was like due last year but ha I am slow#but now it can count as a past piece#ehhhh fixed the name I just wasn't sure if it'd count or not#but two will eventually live there so...
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K screw it we’re talking about the TV show. I have an idea of a title, but it isn’t set in stone, but maybe I can tag it with that, so if you don’t wanna see this stuff you can blacklist it?? Y’know what, let’s go with this one: ‘aly’s show in progress’. I searched it first to make sure it doesn’t coincide with anything else on here as a tag, lol.
If you guys read this all (and it is a lot, lol) and wanna talk about it, have thoughts, or just like the idea of it and wanna let me know, please do. Any feedback on this baby of mine makes me so happy.
Also, I’ll throw the rest of this behind a cut so if I ramble it won’t take up as much room for y’all.
Guys if I had a way to make this now, I so would. I even have bits of soundtracks ready to go (orchestral backing tracks--the theme song I keep hemming and hawing on who should create it, but probably not me, lol.) I know they say don’t share your stuff in progress, but right now this is such a far shot from ever being produced that I feel safe in talking about it (also because like with all my other works that I have planned to sell or produce, I’m getting copyright on just to be safe.)
So to be honest, I can’t recall how much I’ve written about it on here, and it is 12:30 AM and I can’t be bothered to search my own blog so we’re starting from scratch.
Working title is Liminal Space--a show about people who have no reason to be together in the place they are, but that’s where they’ve ended up. For now, they can’t seem to leave (that’s elaborated on further in the series) and why would they--when food is somehow replenished, and money isn’t a concern to survive. Sure, the woods sometimes glow and strange people and creatures keep showing up, but every place has something weird, right?
Specifically, we focus on a set of adult characters-names come about within the first few episodes, but in the credits they are noted as their roles in what is essentially a drive thru town-an abandoned school, a two-level hotel/restaurant set up, a wildly unnecessary car sales lot and building, an abandoned cabin, woods, and a haunted house that magically appears one day. All of this facing a highway (the haunted house on one side of it, everything else on the other.)
Our main cast consists of:
The Kids--A boy and a girl, about six and ten respectively. They are literally found by the Waitress one day near the highway, and since no one appears to claim them, the town just sort of adopts them. This means everything from home schooling them about a world that no one else really remembers for sure, plus keeping them safe from the weird shit that goes on in the town. Is it a lot for two kids? Yeah, but they could have been dead on the edge of the highway, so things are pretty good overall for them. Not sure on who to cast for these either, since young kids might outgrow the roles pretty quick--plus they might not be in every episode, if only to allow for some scarier plot lines and more serious topics to be addressed. They end up rooming in the haunted house, via a secret tunnel and a plot line in one of the very first episodes.
The Waitress--unsure of cast member. It keeps rotating between various actresses and musicians, to be honest. She works at the restaurant/hotel, despite it never really having customers (except for a few episodes with guest stars.) Nobody questions how or why they keep it running--it gives her something to do, and she gets to chat up the Pianist (which is a big Plot Point later on in the series so I will only elaborate so far here lol.) Rooms at the restaurant/hotel, in whatever room will open each night (the keys to all the rooms aren’t always there.)
The Pianist--Johannes. In part because I have no clue if he can play piano or not, but if he can’t then we get a silly in-joke here that the Pianist is supposed to play at the restaurant/hotel where the Waitress works...but then we never see him play it. This character is a lot of dry wit, and I feel like he’d carry that well. Rooms in the restaurant/hotel, sometimes in an actual room, sometimes under his piano on the floor if he’s writing music and no one (read: the Waitress) puts his ass to bed.
A quick key thing to note about any cast members--they don’t have to change how they look outside of the show, aka no band members have to chop off their hair or anything like that to play their role. What they look like outside the show, is how their character appears.
The Teacher--Henrik. He’s a little bit quieter a person, just like this character. He also seems to have a knack for reactions (aka every photo of him making a face or video of him rolling his eyes dramatically suggests he’s someone who can actually use his face to act and not overdo it.) That’s what I want from this character--when shit’s going down, he’s the book smart person in the room; he’ll help look up and figure out a solution, but we get to see him rolling his eyes or giving us some reaction that suggests he isn’t doing this passively (I also have some choice sarcastic lines for him--the ones that aren’t supposed to hit you until a beat has passed, then you and the other characters realize they just got burned horribly.) He is the one who gets to try and home school The Kids, despite only have a few books to work with--but he’s smart enough to teach them a lot of things without text books, and generally dislikes the ones they have since a. half of them are out of date and incorrect or b. show info from a universe that isn’t theirs and so aren’t useful. Rooms in the abandoned school, which he often makes repairs to himself (because they can’t exactly call out for a contractor to do so, and because he’s got the brains to not just fix but improve the building with what he has on hand.)
The Man Out of Time (aka yes, a time traveler)-- John. I can’t quite explain why he feels like the best fit--the character came into my head, already as John. I can’t explain this character’s full deal without giving a full ep synopsis, but to give some summation--to save the town, he sacrifices his ability to travel back to his time. He’s a straight up good guy; he wants to help these people even though he ended up in their time and town on accident and barely knows them. He ends up residing in the abandoned cabin, as a happily accepted new neighbor. He’s a nice guy, plus that’s one more person to make sure The Kids aren’t accidentally killed by like, an inter-dimensional squid or something--that’s a nice bit of stress alleviation for all the other adults.
The Car Salesmen--Jack Black and Charlie Day. A set of very panicky brothers, selling cars that have never worked (like, they literally have no engines or wheels...) But they insist that they are needed, and that the cars will work, when It comes for them. What is It? Why should they fear It? All anyone gets is panicked laughter as an answer, so they just roll with it all. Besides, who doesn’t like window shopping, even if the cars aren’t necessarily something you could ever use or buy? Everybody tries to be accepting and calming towards these two, who are almost always convinced that It is on the way. They mean well, the poor things. They room in the building of their car sales lot--there aren’t any display cars in it, so they can keep sleeping bags on the floor.
The King--I swear to god, I thought up this character before Avatar Country came out. It is a pleasant coincidence that Kungen is who I chose for this role (in part because I mean...his nickname literally means The King. As of Avatar Country’s release, we have proof he is a good king. Why not keep a good thing going?) And he is literally a king--who shows up one day, claiming to be king of their town (that is really barely even quantifiable as a village.) No one knows what to make of it, so they roll with it, because he doesn’t actually make them act like much of subjects--he might ask for food randomly during the day from the Waitress, or ask them how the ransacking of neighboring towns is going (it isn’t, because no one ever leaves the town, but he never seems bothered by that.) Otherwise, he just likes to hang out and ask everyone what they’re doing and educate them on the Royal History--how and why he became king, what he’s done as king, etc. For a king, he’s down to earth and just likes to visit with people. Maybe he’s lonely--they’ll never know for sure. Rooms wherever he feels for each ep he’s in--but ends up a lot a the hotel/restaurant, as it has the most rooms of any building in town. Technically a series regular, but yet not--kind of like the Kids, in that sense. This is subject to change as I keep writing though; he’s ended up in a lot of eps so far, lol.
The Waiter--Tim. Can’t fully reveal this character’s deal without major spoilers, but he plays a big part in the Waitress’ story arc (a no duh, per the character title, lol.) I needed someone who has good natural humor, good comedic timing, and can do good impressions (for a few episodes particular story arcs.) That, and someone who seems like they’d be up for a character with a weird backstory--not a bad one, The Waiter isn’t a villain, but it is a complicated one. Once he’s in the town though, things are good--and his character is well-liked, for a whole variety of reasons that again, if I elaborate on more I give away a bunch of Big Ass Plot Points. So maybe later, lol. Rooms at the hotel/restaurant, and works there too once his character is introduced.
The Doctor--Brendon Small. Catchphrase is “I dunno, I’m not a doc...wait, I am. Still, I dunno.” A very tired physician who drove in one day to catch a cup of coffee after driving all night, then found after he left the restaurant his car was gone. One of the only citizens who isn’t wholly chill with being perpetually stuck in the town--he can sense something’s up with this place, but he can’t quite explain it. Despite his catchphrase, is actually a very good doctor--sometimes possessing knowledge of how to heal things he’s never seen or dealt with before, which kinda freaks him out. Rooms in the abandoned school with The Teacher--which leads to occasional shouting arguments between them, if only because you can’t always put two very smart and active minds together like that with time to spare to talk, and expect them not to argue over some things (like what the town would do if a plague rolled through, why don’t the Kids seem to grow at all, etc.) Despite this, they do enjoy each other’s company, really.
Guest Stars consist of so many--like so many you guys. I can’t fully explain these all without giving away full episodes, and some I can’t even mention yet, so a lot of these are gonna be a bit of a mystery unless any of you guys want to message and talk plots:
The Drifter--Rob Zombie
The Pianist’s Brother--Ville Valo
The Fixers--the McElroy brothers, because these characters require chaotic weird energy and a variety of personalities, and I think they would have all that covered very well. What do they fix? Well, if I told you that I’d be giving something important away.
Slash--as himself. Yes, really. He’s baffled as to why he was given directions (incorrectly) to this place, when it was supposed to be directions to a regular gig.
The Skeleton in the Closet--Tobias, but in Papa I gear (provided he agrees to ‘reanimate’ the papas for this lol.)
The Priest--Tobias, but in Papa II gear. Shows up to try and fellowship with them (for Lucifer, of course.) Ends up a bit disappointed and confused--not because they refuse to believe, but because he’s informed he just missed Lucifer by about five years. Its a fun episode, this one.
The Flirt--Tobias, but in Papa III gear. Literally just Papa III being lost and utterly useless at reading a map to find his way elsewhere. Takes a liking to all the adults, aka all the adults are getting hit on (but will he actually sleep with any/all of them? That’s a secret for that particular plot synopsis.) Eventually gets on his way, but is missed.
The Pied Piper--Tobias, as the Cardinal. Playing along with the Rats thing here a bit. But he doesn’t lead the Kids, nor rats out of the town--what is it then that he takes with him? Another Plot Point to remain hidden for now.
The One of the Woods--Doug Jones.
The Trickster--Taika Waititi. This isn’t even really a role, I’m more or less just asking Taika to come have fun for an episode and vamp it up.
There’s more guest stars I’d love to note here, but if I do I again risk major spoilers that I’m not quite ready to give up, lol. More to come later, perhaps.For now, yes, three out of 12 are technically the same person. Tobias would hopefully be up for all of that, lol.
Setting: Ideally, somewhere in Sweden, since by the time I get this anywhere near production I’ll hopefully have been living there for years. May as well keep it local, plus there are certain locations out there that I have in mind and want to use. But I’m open to other places--so long as it is appropriately creepy and deserted like. That is to say, the highway this town is by is only rarely busy. Otherwise they barely see cars, and the few they do see rarely stop. So essentially an abandoned highway is what I need, lol.
I could go on here (even just about the soundtrack I’m working on) but I’ll stop because I think this is getting long. Like I said before, if anyone has feedback, or any interest in this and wants to talk about it--you’ll make my year if you let me know! If not, that’s cool too, but I’m sick of letting all this rattle about in my head--I want to share it and talk about it, even if I can’t make any of it happen right now!
#text post#Alyssa talks about her writing#aly's show in progress#Avatar and Ghost fans that follow me#hit me up on this lol#I doubt any of my dream cast would ever agree to this show#but I can hope right?
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