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fuckingpajamas · 6 months

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Writing Pattern Game

Thanks for the tag, @phoenixtakaramono !!

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten eight? published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns! Considering my only published works are 'Homesick' and 'A Friend is Another Self', I'll also be posting some stories Irish and I have written privately for fun with story names/general plots. Since I mainly do co-author work I'll be posting the lines/replies I've written for these stories! Homesick:

Some people liked to say they were born to be parents. To bring someone into the world and give them purpose, to give them a life worth living. John never understood that. Wanting to be held accountable for another being..- bringing your own life to a halt to aid someone else's... That was until he met Ryan. A Friend is Another Self: The minute they arrived home, Steven opted to plop down onto the couch closest to the entrance, kicking their shoes off and tossing them aside as he sunk into the ratty old cushions. Their body refused to move after that, Steven letting their head hang off the backrest and letting out a tired noise. “I’m stuffed.” NOT POSTED / PRIVATE STORIES FROM IRISH AND FUCKINGPAJAMAS: An Education in Violence: [Synopsis: A young HL and Billy attend GodU to be #1, Butcher coming from an abusive home while John is fresh out of the lab, ready to prove himself to Vought] “He’s not ready.” “How sure are you?” Jonah paused, unease settling in as he remembered the last outburst. Six dead. Three injured. “He’s not ready, Edgar.” An annoyed sigh, followed by the methodical cleaning of glasses. Edgar simply nodded, eyes darting to the small window within the door leading to a hallway where a blonde boy was being kept but a few doors down.

Fuck Ikea: [Synopsis: John and William build a desk. Chaos ensues.] "John, desk's 'ere!" Homelander tossed the final stray lego into Ryan's bin, closing the lid and sliding it back under his bed as he moved to follow the sound of Butcher in the living room. It hadn’t been a significant amount of time since they’d moved in together, but John was already enjoying the new dynamic they’d fallen into. Something about the character-traits that made them both abrasive assholes also helped to maintain a balance. They handled each other well. John could tolerate William and William seemed docile enough. It just... worked.

Blood Upon The Risers: [Synopsis: A young Butcher fresh out of special ops has been tasked to watch over a young HL and ensure he is properly trained in combat situations] “Homelander, come on in.” Madelyn opened her office door, having expected her new hero as he nervously shifted his way over to the seat across from her desk. John wasn’t just brand new to the hero world, he was new to the world. Being the Homelander was a stark contrast to the over-abused lab rat he’d been a few years ago. But, he was here and free, at least. Entrusted to join the greatest team of heroes known to man and hopefully work his way up as he showed the public just how trustworthy he could be. Our Story: [Synopsis: A continuation of 'The Song Achilles' by Madelyn Miller] I see my name carved and finally, I am free. Tears fall from me and I breathe in, ready to see him again. To reclaim the piece of my soul that was so brazenly stolen from within my chest. When I awake, I only see a flash of light and then I understand as quickly as I fade away. I am reborn, destined to walk the earth without the man I love so. Before I can mourn my mind is gone, shoved into whatever flesh I have been assigned, screaming out a yell that never releases, watching his memories slip away from me. New Blood: [Synopsis: A young Hannibal and Will meet in New Orleans, their paths crossing when Will is shot in combat and brought to the hospital Hannibal Lecter resides in] Staring at the shiny metal roof of the ambulance, Will could register the gentle sway of the vehicle as it rushed towards the hospital, the voices of the paramedics inside no more than a dull ring that resided in the back of his skull. He wished he would've passed out like most people did. Instead, he remained awake, hair clung to his forehead thanks to the mix of blood and sweat that had gotten everywhere after catching the killer. How embarrassing would it be going back to work when he finally recovered? Bathed in Solitude: [Synopsis: Tony and Steve are dealing with the fallout post civil-war, having separated during the conflict] It’s days like these when Steve wonders what Tony must be up to. The quiet that came with the sunrise used to bring him calm, a sense of relief that the day was new and things started fresh. Now the gentle purple fading into yellow became his cruel reminder of each passing day, spent in shabby apartments and motels as he lived his life on the run. Gone were the days of private flights to Paris, only to watch Tony complain about the amount of froth in his lattes. It was as endearing as it was annoying. But as the shitty coffee machine in his latest room whirred and clanked in a way only old things could, Steve had to admit that he missed those complaints as much as everything else.

#fuckingpajamas #fuckingpajamas and irish #homesick #my post #writing #butchlander #stony #hannigram #writing challenge #writer #fic writing #fanfic #fanfiction #homelander #butcher #william butcher #john gillman

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pathetic-gamer · 2 months

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You're so incredibly nice to ask abt Farrow, my beloved mutual. Perhaps I can return the favor by asking if there's anything you'd like to share about your OCs? What are mutuals for if not mutual exchange? (Mutually assured destruction perhaps? 🤔)

I love hearing about OCs!! (And I love mutually assured distruction)

Okay, this time I'm gonna talk about Jargen (pronounced "yargen"), the dragon ranger from when I played Quest. I honestly think about him all the time - he's one of the few characters I've drawn actual art of (I drew our whole party from that campaign lol)

Quest is one of my favorite ttrpg systems - it's free and open source, pretty loosey-goosey with the rules, character classes are "roles" and are focused on the role you play in the party as a whole, the skill trees are really unique and fun, and it's great for telling a good story in a very collaborative way.

Jargen was a ranger (link goes to the official role description lol). He's a wandering poet of few words - other than when performing his epic tales or giving dramatic, rousing speeches - with dreams of overcoming the image of a monster and becoming a hero of the people who would live on forever in song, and with a terrible fear of becoming the monster everyone believed him to be. His skills were focused on storytelling and wilderness survival.

Our party was a group of freelancers who all accepted the same job regarding helping a woman find her sister. There was a human doctor in the group, Feign, and he and Jargen became close friends very quickly and shared a number of fun dramatic bonding experiences including but not limited to failing to kill a mouse and nearly dying for each other.

What follows is a rather dramatized version of certain events as recalled by Jargen when turning the experience into an epic poem:

When I say Jargen and Feign were close friends, I do of course mean they shared an impossible to describe warriors' bond of drift-compatible entwined souls that only grew stronger with every new bonding experience.

One of the earliest of these was the very first evening of their adventure, while Jargen was mourning the loss of an animal companion. The party was camped in some very old woods, and he took first watch so he could take some time to himself. Instead of letting him be alone, Feign sat with him and opined on death from the perspective of a physician with an innate connection to the dead and dying, a long career of going wherever he was needed most bringing back the living from the cusp of death and guiding the dead across the final threshold in peace. He shared with Jargen his deep fear of undeath, and Jargen in turn shared his fear of being seen as a monster.

While they were talking, Feign mentioned that places like this, these deep woods and ancient trees, were actually full of death, despite how very alive they are. He then touched Jargen's hand and gave him a glimpse of the world as he saw it, leading to Jargen having a sudden and overwhelming experience of seeing hundreds of spirits of creatures large and small, animal and sentient, and even spoke with the ghost of a child. It was enlightening and comforting and terrifying. After this, Jargen and Feign became inseparable.

When Jargen was overcome with rage and prepared to trap dozens of people in a building and burn it to the ground rather than risk letting single vampire - the monstrous perversions of life that they are - escape, it was Feign who talked him down and instead devised a plan to help the living flee.

When Feign was bitten by a vampire and knew he had limited time to find a cure before the infection set in, it was Jargen who offered his own blood to sustain him. (Ultimately, though, Jargen agreed to Feign's request to put him down the moment he passed the point of no return so that he wouldn't have to suffer his greatest fear of becoming undead.)

There did, of course, come a time when they walked the line of near tragedy and each sacrificed themself for the other, both nearly dying in the process. I wrote a dramatized version here, but I can do one better this time!

One of the features of Quest is that you're supposed to write a summary of each session from your character's perspective - Jargen's were, of course, composed in verse. Here is a very brief portion of what he wrote in the aftermath of that near-tragedy:

Steel glinted, cold and bloodstained red held in the villain's hand When from the dark he lunged again, a killing blow to land But Jargen’s feet were faster far, And to Feign’s side he flew To take the brunt of the attack Though the grave cost he knew “Flee now, my friend,” the dragon said, As Feign looked on in fear “I beg of you to trust me now - Your path must not end here.”

(I said he was a poet, but I didn't say he was a *good* poet)

I unfortunately can't share the whole thing because it's not finished and also it's very long, but that's a tiny fraction for your enjoyment lmao

okay thank you for reading, beloved mutual <3

#ive mentioned louie green before - he was fun #and one of my active dnd characters rn is lord reginald baron of amaungette who is an enormous asshole of a retired academic wizard #definitely the easiest RPing ive ever done which probably doesnt say anything good about me as a person #pg plays ttrpgs #jargen #quest rpg #answer #☕️🥧#my writing #<- not really but like kinda

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twistedroseytoesy · 1 year

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the washing song

crack idea of aduce, epel, and my mc, Rosa, washing their faces for the first night that vil gave them the order to do so. using the dwarves washing song from snow white.

Rosa, ace, deuce, and Epel walked into the large vanity bathroom of the decrepit dorm. Rosa placed the products down on the counter as the other guys stared at the products. “uhh so how do we do this?” Deuce asked scratching his head

Epel groaned, “there’s gotta be more stuff here than what’s needed to plant an orchard!” Rosa looked down at one of the products noticing its differences from the other products. The bottle was more like that of a potion bottle, with a grainy old dusty texture on it. Realizing that one of the ghosts was trying to pull a prank once again. She looked over the potion and popped the cork off before hearing a faint melody from the neck of the bottle. Rosa smiles before pouring some onto her hands. “Come on guys. It’s not too hard. Let’s start off with watching our hands a bit. Here.” She passes the bottle to deuce, he shrugs and pours some onto his hands scrubbing it in. The others follow suit before a giggle was heard as a ghost floated through the ceiling. Rosa waved him off before turning back to the vanity. A sudden melody being hummed by her and somehow continuing to play in their heads as some lyrics started to spill from their lips.

Rosa: Come on, now men. Deuce: How hard do you scrub? Ace: Will our whiskers shrink? epel: Do you get in the tub? Ace: Do you have to wash where it doesn't show? Rosa: Now, now, don't get excited. Here we go.

the others looked confused at the words spilling from their lips, and Rosa just smiles, before motioning toward the full sinks.

Rosa: Step up to the tub - 'Tain't no disgrace Just pull up your sleeves and get 'em in place Then scoop up the water and rub it on your face And go brrr, brrr, brrr!

She wiped the water from her eyes as she laughed as deuce followed and ace laughed. Epel looked upset huffing and turning away. Rosa grabbed a special face scrub and squeezed some into her hands.

Rosa: Pick up the soap - now, don't try to bluff Work up a lather, an' when ya got enough Get your hands full of water, ya snort and ya snuff And go brrr, brrr, brrr!

she watched as ace and deuce followed her advice splashing along to the melody only they could hear.

Rosa: Ya douse and douse Ya scrub and scrub Ya sputter and splash all over the tub You may be cold and wet when you're done But ya gotta admit it's good clean fun!

Rosa said the last part looking pointedly at Epel who gave a Hurumph sound and sat on a stool next to the large bathtub in the room. She felt some water hit her back and quickly splashed back at ace as he snickered.

Rosa: So splash all ya like - 'Tain't any trick As soon as you're through you'll feel mighty slick Epel: Bunch of old nanny goats, ya make me sick Goin' brrr, brrr, brrr

Rosa and ace shared a mischievous glance before whispering to deuce about their plan. If they were required to wash each night then to was Epel, even if there would be a fight. Deuce approached the purple haired man before hooking his arms under the screeching man’s armpits as ace wrangled his legs. “oi!!! What to yer think yer doin?!” Let go!” Epel howled as the music started up agian.

Rosa: Now scrub good and hard, it can't be denied That he'll look mighty cute as soon as he's dried Ace/deuce: But it's good for the soul and it's good for the hide to go Epel: Brrr, brrr, brrr!

Once Epel had had his face scrubbed, washed and dried they let him go, he turned to them fuming his pen already glowing with magic. Suddenly the music cut and each of the freshmen were a bit startled as the potion ceased so suddenly. Before Epel or the other could recover Rosa spoke up. “come on, that was fun wasn’t it? I loved that song from a movie I watched growing up. Thought it would be better than trying a boring old wash. Sorry about the rough handling Epel, you need to be more open to cleaning up though.” The Pomefiore student grumbled before pushing past her. “next time just… no singing ok?” He grumbled before stomping down the hallway

Ace, Deuce, and Rosa shared a look before laughing loudly together. Oh ya, that potion is going to be fun to use in the future.

#twst mc #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #Epel #ace #deuce #Rosa #my writing #my stuff #twst parody #parody #funny stuff #going to be using that potion as an excuse to sudden singing #it’s fun #going to be working on these a bit more #still waiting to get any asks though

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 2 years

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tuesday again 6/21/22

i never have to go back to the high school or possibly the town where i went to high school Ever Again bc my youngest sibling has graduated and im going to ride that high as long as possible

VERY long mobile game review, tried to be objective about quality of life stuff and how successful certain mechanics were but (spoiler) didn't like this one very much

listening i am being true to the original concept of this section, which was "what song have i had on loop this week bc it does something to my brain, even if it's kind of goofy or cheesy, instead of cherrypicking my shuffle for an indie song i think more people should listen to."

anyway this is lion by saint mesa, which was not originally written for a tv show as i first surmised but has been featured in several. if i can imagine some sort of long-anticipated trading caravan lumbering toward a watering hole somewhere in a blasted wasteland (even if it is extremely not the story the lyrics are telling me) i'm going to put that song on loop, perhaps for an entire hour of a six-hour drive.

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reading fallow week

watching i watched Legend (1985, dir. Scott) in two chunks, about half last week and then the rest when i got back from traveling this week. i find myself consistently intrigued but lightly disappointed by scott's films. however, his films' visuals are fun in a way i appreciate. more of this please. "oooh the noir enjoyer likes heavy use of light and shadow and literally this exact framing in anything" thank you i am already aware

tom cruise would have been better served as the puckish but amoral fairy prince The Gump, i feel. like sure. he's a prettyboy and also a feral wild boy, and he does do the early parts of the movie when he doesn't talk very much very well... that felt a bit mean. he does a very good person who lives just outside of civilization and regard it all with some bemusement and feels no particular need to follow it. the film quickly snaps him into the mold of a silver-tongued rogue who can charm or squirm out of anything, which feels off. bring back feral tom cruise. the princess also has an odd moment of wits, which is an odd contrast with a very clumsy lie in her earliest scene, where she steals cookies from her old nursemaid and then tells baby tom cruise oh no she absolutely made them herself :) there isn't much on-screen character development for her between these two scenes, just being dragged away and kidnapped.

i chilled the fuck out a lot after realizing this movie was far more interested in the costumes/sets/visuals than any theme more complex than light vs dark. most irritatingly, the ending does not seem like our loving pair learned a single goddamn thing from this whole escapade or that it changed them in any way, she's still a spoilt irresponsible princess, he's still head over heels for her. this movie is not interested in the corrupting force of monarchies vs the corrupting force of i think the literal devil??? simply not what i am looking for in a film, and i did not see this at a formative enough age for the campiness to really nest itself into my soul, although i do appreciate it.

love a good Waltz that Corrupts. the visual language of tim curry’s lair is quite striking- the use of light and shadow is doing a ton of work to suggest more detail than there actually is, and make sets look more complex and larger than they actually are. you simply do not get fantastic grandiose sets like eighties fantasy movie sets any more.

tim curry was terrific, the creature design was terrific, everyone is always slightly sweaty and covered in glitter, i liked guessing how the costumes were put together. there are worse films to spend two hours with.

how'd i come across this: watched it as an edgy teen

playing it's time to dissect another mobile game that almost worked for me but didn't. i've tried to be objective and really get down into why the mechanics made choices i didn't like, even though i don't play a ton of this genre. the last big collectible trading card gacha-ish games i played on mobile were dragalia lost, something that was very similar to panzer waltz but i can no longer find the name of, world flipper, and sinoalice. not my very favorite genre of game, but i do dabble.

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anyway i came across dislyte bc they got an investment recently and have an extremely aggressive and kind of shady marketing campaign.

here's the good: it's extremely fucking pretty. the character design and costuming/props are great, there are so many unique animations! the soundtrack and background music are fun, if in a slightly generic clubby top radio hit kind of way they're probably going for on purpose, and the little schtick of the menu music being announced by "dislyte excerpts radio" is funny to me. an interesting thing is "reviews" of characters that anyone can leave in their own separate little menu (which are all thirst comments basically, y'all down CATASTROPHIC for the jackal man), and the little "% of people chose this!" when you get points to assign to attributes. i think that specifically is a neat touch that will iron itself out eventually and be more representative of what people over time pick, but also: sometimes the favored build isn't very good for what you're trying to do with a character.

the bad: incredibly poor tutorials and menu design, it's a glorified autobattler.

tutorials, quality of life kvetches: i still do not understand very basic things such as "how to change who attacks first" and "what the fuck Does elemental strategy like Actually Do". weird fuckin things are overly complicated, like levelling up the little trinkets you can equip to a character that are a mechanic in every collectible gacha card game ever. there's a lot of different materials. there's a lot of different kinds of trinkets. there's some suggested trinket builds but heavy reliance on percentages AND percent of a change, which i fucking hate. tell me in simple words like "3x damage if this effect is active". i don't want to do mental math for your game and i do video game stats for a living.

on a related note, like many other collectible card games, this is "menus the game" but the "main" menu is laid out across four goddamn different screens.

on a related note to that related note, these menus are DEEP. you can get four or five menus deep on the character pages (i am not redownloading to double check). i should never be five menus deep into anything at any point. combine shit.

point three or whatever, everything is so fucking tiny. i have an iphone 12, which is a reasonably large modern smartphone. many many phones are smaller. i should not be holding my phone four inches in front of my face trying to make out which glyph is which because i can't zoom. (image)

actually point four bc this screenshot compilation reminded me: you have two different types of menus and ways to open them just on the individual card page: the bottom bar, and the tiny icons on the side. that's not even all the tiny icons, you have to hit the arrow to expand and see them all. that's simply too many options and it's confusing and hard to find things.

combat: again this feels like it started out life as an autobattler and then pivoted really late. fighting is simply tapping a button to activate an ability. there's no timing element, there's no real strategy behind saving up your abilities and gaming the cooldowns. you also start off with no cooldown on any abilities, which is very weird and makes it so you can just fucking mulch a level without being touched once if you're levelled up enough. if you're not levelled up enough, you die Extremely quickly. i truly don’t understand if i'm supposed to have a strategy? this video if i've timestamped it right should let you watch the first actual team battle. thrilling!

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length of time for combat: everything in this game has a fancy little animation that is very pretty but takes forever. the game itself suggests enabling 2X battle speed. this is not a game you can bust out and play a level in line for groceries or something, and it's not really meant to be, but the length of time it takes to get through a level is on the upper limit of what i expected from a collectible card game and often strained my patience, especially in multi-stage battles. there doesn't seem to be a way to auto-run through the levels yet. i also don't find that kind of game intrinsically fun to play, so it's unlikely the inclusion would make me want to continue playing, but it's odd that there isn't that option when it's there in so many other games like this.

conclusion: i seem to have slammed into a hard pay to play cap at the end of chapter eight after three days/idk ten hours of on and off play. so this is where I leave it i think. for the next Big Update i would expect the menus to be radically overhauled and significant quality of life improvements to be made, especially with regards to inventory, but the art and music is not enough to make me keep playing until then. mostly because i didn't pull a hot butch-of-center lady i fell in love with, unlike genshin which almost immediately gave me beidou.

making lemon garlic paprika chicken. slightly too heavy on the lemon. no pics all gone.

after some vigorous discussion with my sister about saturation and hue, swapped a bunch of shit in and out of frames and hung up some shit in my living room. they are on either side of the front windows, which makes this awkward bc my view is very doxxable.

anyway, because i think i'm funny and isn't that really the most important thing in life when you think about it, amusing yourself, red for port: an 8x10 photograph acquired at my favorite used bookstore/ephemera/florist in the world, a black canary poster acquired from a free comic book day Several years ago, a terminator: dark fate poster i grabbed on the way to go see the charlie's angels reboot but never actually got around to seeing terminator: dark fate until last year.

blue for starboard: flyer from a show i went to matted Much bigger than it actually is, signed poster from my favorite roommate's cousin's band, poster from a show i did Not go to bc i ended up having to work but i do think it's one of the better posters wmua ever did

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

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slothklein09 · 1 month

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Why The Irish Love Song "Raglan Road" Was Written

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lemurzsquad · 3 months

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Never Say Forever (The Call of Wildbolt (poem))

A short story I wrote just as a little peek into Brash's thoughts and her life after leaving the Trio of Wildbolt, the little group she made with her friends, Quill and Wraps. It includes a poem I named "The Call of Wildbolt," too.

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Written: 8/13/2022

Summary: Brash sings a song while hitchhiking of a bygone era in her life.

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I hopped onto the back of the cart, pulling out my ruby red guitar as the wheels began to shakily roll along the dirt road. I plucked the strings softly with my legs hanging down and swinging to and fro.

"Where ya headed, kid?" The driver of the cart asked, turning his head somewhat to the side.

"Oh, wherever the wind takes me," I replied. I strummed the strings once, twice.

"You any good at that?" He inquired while referring to the instrument in my lap. "Is that some sort of lute?"

I chuckled. "I'd like to think I've gotten pretty good. It's called a guitar."

"You mind playing a little something to pass the time? I know I didn't ask for payment, but it would be nice to hear a little music along the way."

"I wouldn't know what to play!" I turned to look behind me and leaned my elbow on one of the bags of products the man was delivering.

He shrugged. "Anything you can think of; I'm not picky."

I thought for a moment before saying, "I think I might have an idea." Lifting my foot onto the deck and beginning to tap, I started to play a familiar tune:

The roaming grasslands

To the tallest mountain

An adventure all our own

This is only the begin'

Together we will go

We'll follow our wildest dreams

We travel to where the current leads

Until ourselves we can redeem

Our scales of stone

This path we own

Far across this land

Never gone forever

We share our creed

This unity we heed

We will carry on

Don't ever say never

Dragons in heart and soul

Brass and bronze and red

All from far and yonder

We take on all that's ahead

Though the trail

May wind and weave

We hold steadfast

And won't take leave

Our scales of stone

This path we own

Far across this land

Never gone forever

We share our creed

This unity we heed

We will carry on

Don't ever say never

With raging fire

To keep us company

No matter where we roam

We'll never feel lonely

As sure as the moon sets

And the sun drives out the cold

We'll follow our hearts

In the Call of Wildbolt

I finished it with a sigh. The driver nodded in appreciation. "I've never heard that song before. Where'd you get it?" He asked curiously.

"Ah, I wrote it with some old friends. It's not the best, but we enjoyed it."

"That sounds like quite a bit of fun. They still around? It sounded like you all were close."

I let out a small, disappointed exhale, wearing a nostalgic smile. "They are…" But I'm not, I finished my sentence in my head. "Don't ever say never"? Hah, yeah right, more like "Never say forever."

We continued along the road in quiet, enjoying the ditties I played on my guitar and exchanging only the occasional words. I quickly became lost in the slew of thoughts and music that circled my head as we traveled on.

In a town somewhere in the middle of nowhere, a brass dragonborn strolled through looking for a bounty board. He scanned the streets and watched people pass as he hummed an all too familiar tune.

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crevulois · 8 months

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Hi I'm bored and Procrastinating so I'm going to go through some of my old drawings and just ramble about them.

hm............She smokes some kind of alien or whatever she is weed. Its strange how the eye lids clip through the helmet on the right side, but maybe thats just the affects of some deeply Glorpin Dargolian Star Kush.

Hm...I hate to say this about something from my own hand, but She Reminds me of The Guitar Chick From "Silly Bands on the Run"

The Shadowing here is very silly. Idk what I was trying to do with all these strange curves.

hm......Wtf is this thing?

Old dude............He probably a nice soul. Like he has expired candies he's willing to give out if you just talk to him or end up having a conversation with him. Don't know why hes so surprised, but its most likely for some old people reason.

oh ya. I had this concept in my head and drew it. Zilkumgoopum is probably like magic man from adventure time. Nigga is just a cosmic being that can ruin your day at any random interval of time.

More on this Ability though:

Once you're boxed you can feel both parts of yourself, but both parts of yourself are for ever Apart. Its the worse case of phantom limb ever.....well technically you still have your body its just not with you.

I just really like this face.....I'm not sure if I can still draw eyes like this, but when I did it was literally just scribbling a blop into something you could vaguely associate with an eye. Not actual intent to keep shit symmetrical.

hm.....This looks like something that'd be in madoka maybe. The way the witches look in madoka is so Cool.

This is a very specific sort of tired mood. I KNOW I was barely alive in whatever class I drew this in.

This one looks like a yokai thing.......5 eyes I count......

Once there was an Old Lady who lived with her Son.

Her son soon began to neglect her as he had found a wife and a house outside of the Town he once stayed. As her Son began to visit her less and less her heart began to strain more and more. Finally after 2 months of having been completely forgotten by her once loving son she fell Cold dying of a broken heart. Upon her death the son took the usual measures of properly burying her. After she had been put to rest in her soil tomb the son Heard Screams from all the graves. He ran quickly and managed to escape the howls. He had told his wife of the event and she had not believed him. In anger of her disbelief he urged her to come with him to the grave of his mother. Reluctantly she followed. There again the graves Roared a Painful agonizing Yell. The Wife had turned Pale. The Man found joy in this moment. He knew he was sane as she heard them to. The joy lasted, but only a moment however. He quickly grabbed his wife's arm to run from the Graves Once Again. She Could not Move. Her face seemed as if it were looking into the mouth of hell. He Tugged and Tugged. Her feet still laid Flat as if she were a statue. The Soil below her began to rumble. The Man Pulled even Harder anxious as ever. From the Soil Sprouted a Tail. After The Tail 2 Talons. After the Talons a flesh like fabric. After the Fabric an Eye of Pure Rage. It Tightened its Tail Around the Wife like a serpent. With tears in his eyes the man pleaded for his wife to hurry. She stood still like a doll. Her Pale Expression unchanging. Through the Air horrid Words had Rustled into the Sons Ears. "60 dawns of isolation shall be repaid with 2 lives. The Life of your Son soon to come and the Mother who would soon Birth him." In a blink the women had been plunged into the earth below along with his heir. The ground became still again. The winds had no further song to give. The man on his knees went numb. On that very spot he had Died of a Broken Heart.

hm......That was fun to write off of a single drawing....I shall continue my actual work now and stop procrastinating.......I have a lot more drawings so expect maybe a few more post like these in the future.

#yokai oc #doodle #ramblings #story #Bands on the Run

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nugqueensmind · 1 year

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the story of a girl who fell in love with a boy, 17 years ago.

On a sunny morning once upon a time, there were two children, a boy and a girl, who attended the same primary school. Concord primary school, to be exact. The two were 9 years old when they first met and became fast friends, spending time together in the playground and sharing their secrets. The boy would tease the girl, pull her hair, play "catch" with her in the courtyard and make fun of her like little boys do. The boy obviously was fond of her.

Let's give these little kids name, shall we? For personal reasons let the names be Luke & Julie.

A few months after growing a strong bond, Luke's parents decided it was time for him to move schools, Julie was in tears. Her best friend was moving, and it's not like Facebook or any of this social media bullshit was around then so Julie knew she may never meet him or see him again.

Luke and Julie had quickly grown very close in a short span of time, in the mornings they'd wait for eachother outside the school gate to walk to homeroom together, when they had different classes, they'd spend recess together, sharing snacks and little notes. It was clear the two were fond of each other.

The time came for Luke's final day at Concord Primary - everyone wrote messages and notes on Luke's school clothes, it was a tradition every time someone left school. Little, anxious Julie wrote her number on his school hat, in the hopes that they'd stay connected. A few weeks followed and Luke tried to contact her, he'd try the number - dead end. Julie had given him the wrong number. Julie didn't know this but Luke went by Concord Primary in the hopes to find her, even dropped by MLC, her old swimming quarters. You see, Julie was a swimmer and Luke knew everything about Julie, everything she loved, everything she didn't love, Luke was her stability when Julie was in Sydney.

Julie grew up in, well let's call it a complicated childhood, that's another story on its own.

As they grew older, they slowly drifted apart and eventually lost touch. Julie would consistently catch herself in a daydream wondering why he never called and Luke would think the same except, why'd she give me the wrong number.

A few years later, while browsing social media, Julie stumbled across Luke's profile and was filled with nostalgia. Is it really him? My Luke from Concord Primary? She sent him a friend request. He accepted. Shortly after, the two started to talk on the daily, on MSN messenger, Skype, leaving each other Facebook Wall notes, yes that was a thing, and they would even have Skype sleepovers.

The two were inseparable. connected from their souls - without even realizing it.

The two were only a few hours apart so Luke would usually message first - he'd always send Julie the sweetest morning messages to wake up to. To make her feel like the only girl in the world that mattered. Usually he'd add some kind of motivation for Julie's practice. She often trained early before school, or directly after school - at the time she was training to become something in the swimming world - however in another story you'll learn that it wasn't her dream but her father's.

When she got home from school or practice, Julie would jump straight on her laptop, or computer and message Luke, in the hopes that she caught him before he went to sleep. Luke and Julie spent a lot of time talking online - sharing songs, helping each other with homework - mainly Luke helping Julie with her maths. She wasn't the brightest when it came to that subject. Julie and Luke would spend hours laughing together on the weekend - to point where Luke's sister would tease him with "are you talking to your giiiiiiiiirlllllfrriend?" and Julie's parents would wonder why she was so preoccupied in her room. They shared everything and anything. Luke would share about his day and Julie would do the same until one day Luke left. He wrote his last note and just left.

It was another story of how the boy played the girl and made her believe that he wanted her, when in reality he was too chicken to go through with her.

A few months passed, the two hadn't spoken. One day Luke appears in Julie's inbox and it was like Luke had never disappeared. Sure, Julie had her preservations however she was so madly in love with him that she wanted to make it work. So she did what any teenager would do, flirt. When I say flirt - I mean fliiiiiiiiirttttt. She would say/do/please Luke in any way she could possibly think of - even things she never even thought she could do.

However one day, he disappeared - this time without a trace. She was heartbroken, feeling betrayed and confused. Julie went on to date other guys - but no one made her happy the way Luke did - she tried to believe that these other boys were what she wanted but what she really wanted was Luke.

Several years later, Julie sent Luke a message, in the hopes that they could still be friends. After all, Luke was Julie's first real friend. She was hesitant at first, but soon realized that the spark between them had never gone away. They reconnected and started to build a new relationship based on mutual understanding and trust. Eventually after months of mornings and nights talking the two decided it was finally time for them to have their chance together. They dated for a few months, but with COVID and Long-Distance, Julie was scared, she didn't believe that Luke could love her. Julie had her own mental battles at this point so she did what he did to her and she ran away.

A year passes by, and in that year - Julie loses her phone (the only way to connect with Luke) - goes through some hard therapy - meditation - alcohol abuse - rape - and some how makes it out of that year somewhat okay. Finally after a few months of figuring out who Julie really is - she manages to find a family to take her in (essentially). In return, shed babysit, do personal errands, work for the family. The family decided it was time for Julie to have a phone again, so they purchased her one. A few days later, Julie downloads Snapchat and sends Luke a message. Luke responds. & It seems like the love the two have for each other never left. Julie would talk to Luke every morning & night but as the days went by Luke became more and more unavailable. Julie would wonder why however didn't think anything too much of it - perhaps he was with another girl - it's okay I can't give him the physical thing so I understand.

Little did Julie know, Luke was planning a wedding. Not with her, with someone else. One day after 3 weeks of speaking everyday, Julie goes to send Luke a message in the morning - like she normally would - the message failed to deliver. she was baffled. confused. frustrated. annoyed. why won't my message send?

After a few minutes, hours, she later realizes that she's been blocked. Not understanding why. Julie begins to open her laptop, open Google Chrome, Facebook. Bare in mind, Julie hasn't been on Facebook since 2014. She opens an account, searches "Luke", finds his profile - nothing out of the ordinary - she clicks on a photo of his dad - reads through the comments - huh what - why does she have his last name?

She began to spiral, her mind going 10000km/second and we all know Julie's mind already raced, so now it was just reading even faster, like a formula 1 finale.

She goes to Luke's wife's profile and clicks on her profile picture - captioned my husband - there it was right in front of Julie's eyes. Luke got married. To someone else.

She couldn't even hate Luke because that's how much love she had for him, she was just confused, annoyed, frustrated, devastated - heartbroken. Julie sent Luke a message on Facebook - out of rage - trying to understand why Luke had done what he did - trying to understand if Julie was just another fling in his life - trying to understand why Luke didn't tell Julie - trying to understand why Julie wasn't the one with Luke's last name when they had spoken about it so much as kids. All Luke could say was "I'm sorry and I'm a terrible person" essentially.

Time passed by and Julie couldn't get Luke out of her head. She would message and message, try different platforms, make new accounts, maybe that would get him to respond. One day, she shoots another message this time just a short and simple one - the others were long. He responded. She was so happy. Luke was back. Did he realize he made a mistake? Did he get divorced?

The answer to that question is yes and no.

The pair started to talk again, and realized that spark that they had as little kids, never went away, the now adults realized that they had that soulmate love - magic, beautiful, heavenly, orgasmic, sexual, undeniable love - the kind that jinx more than twins.

Eventually Luke realized that he made the worst mistake of his life and told his wife the truth - told her everything - how she wasn't the one for him and Julie was. The two got divorced and Luke got on the next plane to Barcelona where Julie was waiting in their hotel room - you see Julie and Luke had been waiting to see each other for a really long time so it was only fair that their first night together was something divine - out of the movies - because that was their love - something out of the movies.

The two of them eventually got married and became a happily married couple. They had found each other again, and now their love story was stronger than ever.

Or at least that's how Julie hopes how this chapter ends.

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thedummysdummy · 2 years

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Just a Saturday Chore Day

Posting from mobile because I'm too lazy to pull out the computer right now. I'll title this properly tomorrow LOL. But I hope you enjoy!

It was a lovely Saturday morning. Sunlight streamed through the windows and highlighted the dust that floated through the air, the motes dancing like glowing glitter in the natural air currents of the large room. Spring bird song made a fitting accompaniment to the dancing dust and a fresh soundtrack to the day.

Victor rolled over and opened his eyes, feeling quite rested. It wasn't often he allowed himself to indulge in a morning of sleeping in. He noted the clock read 9am as he stretched a long stretch, his slender form extending to its limit from the tips of his fingers to the ends of his toes. A wide yawn filled his lungs with cool morning air.

An abundantly filled laundry basket met his gaze as Victor disrobed for a shower and dropped his dirty things on top of the pile. "Guess it's laundry day," he murmured, running his fingers through his extra messy hair, which seemed intent on escaping his scalp in every direction at once. The girl often made fun of his morning hair, but no matter how he fell asleep he always managed to wake up with his head burrowed into the pillow. Thoughts of those mornings he woke up with the girl by his side brought a smile to his face and a warmth to his heart that followed him into the steaming shower waters.

A cheerful (if lacking in harmoniousness) tune filled the shower, echoing on the marble walls like a fine performance hall. Victor stood for a long time, just enjoying the cascade of hot water falling on his head and rolling down his chiseled shoulders. He eventually noted the grime on the shower door and soap that had built up with a slight frown as he rinsed the shampoo away. "Hmmm. Bathroom scrubbing day as well, I see."

The water began to cool, so with a sigh he turned off the tap and quickly toweled off. A quick shave of any facial hair, a comb through his now-soft crown of hair, and a thorough tooth-brushing finished up the grooming and Victor returned to the bedroom. It seemed a waste to dirty too many clothes on laundry day, so he slid into a pair of boxer briefs and socks before deeming that sufficient. Nobody was coming over today, anyway.

A kitchen filled with the dishes of last night's experimental recipes reminded Victor that he had, in fact, been drunk-cooking last night. "I had really hoped that curry had just been a horrible nightmare," he grumbled. However, the pot still sat in the sink with the remains of said nightmare. As did the empty bottle of bourbon… It had been a lonely night, alright?

But the sunshine of a clear blue morning chased away the loneliness. "That's it. It's an entire-house cleaning day, it seems. This calls for some music." Victor ambled over to the record player with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand to peruse his collection. He paused on a collection of Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet band, nodding once before placing the vinyl on the player and lowering the needle.

The crackle and pop of a record beginning filled the air for a brief moment before the first rock notes burst forth from the speaker. A broad grin filled Victor's face and he returned to the kitchen to get the broom. The bristles against the floor scraped in time to the music as the beat slipped from Victor's ears down to his feet. His legs and hips joined in as the songs progressed, both hands gripped the bedroom handle, and before he even realized what he was doing, the cheerful businessman was belting out the lyrics just as bold as you please.

"Just take those old records off the shelf, I sit and listen to them by myself! Today's music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock and roll!" Victor's off-key but happy voice filled the room as he held the broom to his lips like a microphone. Around the room he danced, singing and sweeping and giving the performance his all.

As the song reached its crescendo, Victor was 115% engrossed. His voice reached its loudest pitch and he took a running start across the room, stopping short to slide across the floor in his stocking feet. He came to rest at the record player and paused for a moment, catching his breath after that stirring performance. He was about to choose another record when a sound caught him off guard.

It was the sound of laughter. And not just any laughter…it was the most familiar laughter. Her laughter. Victor whipped around, his face and ears catching fire as he did so. "What are you doing here?! And how long have you been there?!" he sputtered, half his brain screaming at him to dive for cover while the other half desperately searched for a way to play this off in a cool fashion.

The girl laughed even harder as Victor continued to have more and more in common with a tomato. "Oh, about two verses or so," she managed to squeak through the chiming bells of her mirth. "You were really enjoying yourself so I didn't want to interrupt. But uhh… Surprise! I'm back from my trip!" She crossed the room and wrapped her arms around Victor's bare torso, the warmth from his physical exertion and utter embarrassment soaking quickly into her skin. "Glad to see you weren't just moping the entire time I was gone."

Victor… Seemed to actually be speechless. He stood awkwardly stiffly for a moment before consciously deciding to act as if this were all completely normal and fine. The girl didn't seem at all phased or embarrassed by his activities or lack of dress, so… He inwardly shrugged and returned the tightness of her hug. "Of course not, dummy. What do you expect me to do when you're gone? Just mope about the house moaning about how much I miss you?"

"I mean...a little bit of that might be nice, yes," she replied, a glimmer in her eye. Her hands slid down to the small of his back and pulled him closer, placing a kiss on his cheek. His breath quickened and desire flickered in his eyes. Their closeness was intoxicating and he drank it in, allowing it to fill his soul.

"You're such a tease," he grumbled, trying not to pant too obviously. "But I thought you weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow? If I'd known you were coming today, I would have finished the chores yesterday."

Her laughter for his ears and she pulled back slightly to look him in the eyes. "Well, the filming ended early and I thought it would be fun to surprise you. I didn't think it would be this fun though." A fiendish grin slowly spread across her face and she ran her finger tip gently down the center of Victor's chest. Victor swallowed hard, teetering on the edge of a decision when the girl pulled away and picked up the broom. "I'll help you clean up! You've helped clean my apartment before, so it's only fair. Besides, I'm sure some of the things that need cleaned are my mess anyway."

Victor scowled as her warmth suddenly disappeared. "Well, you're right about that one. Between you and Pudding, it's amazing anything is ever clean around here. Why don't you start on the dishes while I go get dressed, if you're insisting on helping?"

"Sure, but… I am rather enjoying your current outfit." The girl's voice and face were so dead-pan that Victor couldn't help but begin to laugh.

"Well aren't you getting more and more bold?" he teased, wrapping his long arms around the girl and pressing his lips to hers with ferocity. She was caught off guard by his sudden motion and her eyes widened as Victor bit her lip, his heat suddenly threatening to overwhelm her. He pushed her up against the wall and continued to kiss her again and again, his body pressed so tightly against her chest that she could hardly draw a breath. Or maybe it was the intensity of his kissing that stole the breath from her lungs… Or both. Most likely both.

Not that she minded. Her hands scrambled for purchase against his skin, eventually settling for gripping the waistband of his underwear tightly. "Last night I might have moped a little," he whispered, the electricity in his voice sending a chill down her spine.

By the time he pulled away, the girl was so lightheaded and weak in the knees that Victor had to support her for a few moments while her legs regained contact with her brain. Without a word he picked up the broom and resumed sweeping as if nothing had happened, though his well-defined muscles seemed to flex a little more than was required to move a broom…the girl's eyes remained glued to his familiar form, drinking in every last detail that she had missed over the last week abroad.

"I know staring at me seems to be your favorite pastime lately, but those dishes won't wash themselves." Victor's dry tone couldn't quite hide the flirtiness beneath and again the girl giggled, though this time it was her turn for flushed cheeks and burning ears. He tossed her a dish rag and the girl went to the sink, a smile in every crevice of her features.

Well, at least chores certainly are a little more fun with good company and a nice view.

#surprise #this scene of undies Vic has lived rent free in my head for months #karaoke Vic #mlqc li zeyan #mlqc victor #mlqc #love and producer li zeyan #mlqc fanfic #evol x love #love and producer victor #love and producer #mlqc victor fanfic #mr love queen's choice

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my2phetaliaheadcanons · 3 years

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If possible... Headcannons/fanfic from 2p Germany and 2p Russia, separately, taking interest in a friend from one country? Context: The country's friend is immortal, because of problems she went in her country's replacement at the meeting with the other countries. She has a very affectionate and outgoing personality, so she quickly picks up romantic interest from the attendees.

Sorry it took so long. Here it is!

2p Russia

A lone tall man walked through the basement halls of the United Nations building. His large, long blacked coat protected him from the chill of the A.C. and in his left hand was a simple black briefcase. His steps were quiet along the concrete, but his momentary silence would not last for much longer.

A set of steel doors sat closed and was located at the end of the hall. The sounds that lied within warned of chaos and death. Viktor blew a hard breath through his nose, as much as he wanted to leave, this meeting was important. It was the first time in a long time that all the 2ps were meeting and to avoid it could be costly.

Opening the door Viktor noticed that many nations were grouped together. The Nordics were in the back corner of the room talking about business. Germany and Italy were near their seats, both seemed to be scanning the crowd. Viktor guessed it was to see the missing member of their trio. Once Viktor found his seat, his eyes wandered around again.

This time his eye drifted over to the FACE family. Normally there were shouts and the clink of coins hitting glass, but today it was much quieter. As Viktor looked closer at the four, he realized something. Allen wasn’t there. Instead, there was a woman among them. She was (Y/H) and had (S/C) skin. The strange woman was leaning against the sitting blond Canadian. Both were talking and were smiling. Viktor did note that Matt seemed to have a small blush on his face. His observation was interrupted by a voice.

“All right-a everyone. Take your-a seats and shut-a up!”

Viktor grunted and looked over as the woman moved to take Allen’s seat. His eyebrow rose, this would take some investigating. But that would have to wait.

The meeting went almost as Viktor had expected. Various nations would present an issue, try to make it seem that their homes were thriving, and others would say their piece on an issue. During each part of this song and dance, some nation would then distract everyone. The main offender this time happened to be Macau. He had been going around attempting to piss of Italy so that he could win a bet.

Overall a normal meeting, but Viktor could not help but be distracted by the (E/C) beauty. She had been outgoing the entire meeting. Asking questions to the presenters, offering solutions, and overall being pleasant. It was cute, but there was one habit that stood out, pet names. Each person was given their own.

Despite the cuteness, Viktor was getting annoyed. It was not at the charming lady, but rather at his fellow nations. Their infatuation was apparent in the blushes and sudden smiles that came from their interactions with her. Viktor was not pleased with how others looked at her like a meal or a treasure. He also wasn’t pleased that he was feeling this way over a stranger, better yet a stranger attached to Allen.

With the end of the meeting came the desire for answers. Viktor rose quickly like a weasel looking for prey. He moved calmly and quickly over to the stranger. There he stood, in front of her but unnoticed, while she giggled and affectionately was playing around with England. Viktor felt his ire increase when she gave the killer baker a kiss. His blush made Viktor’s stomach twist in a painful way.

Before confronting her, Viktor looked over to the Canadian that seemed to be looking over at the pair jealously.

“Kaнaдa, who is this?”

“That’s (Y/N) (L/N). An old friend of Al’s, we’ve known her since childhood and since Al’s buried under work, he asked her to step in for him.”

Viktor just hummed in response. This woman was becoming more interesting. With two steps and a cough, Viktor stood in front of the playful pair.

Their attention turned to him quickly. The Brit did not look happy to be interrupted, while the woman smiled at him. Using his practiced grace Viktor reached out and took her hand. A gentle kiss was placed upon it.

“Hello, Ms. (L/N). I am the Russian Federation. Is there a chance you have a moment to discuss some things with me?”

(Y/N) covered her mouth and giggled. To Viktor, and many others it sounded like silver bells.

“Of course, I have some time before I have to get these notes to Al.”

Being the gentleman, he offered her his elbow. She responded with a bright smile and (Y/N) hooked her arm into his and followed the red eyed male out.

It was not long before they found a spot to sit and discuss. Their conversations soon left the topics of business and became more personal. Viktor was intrigued, despite the difference in the centuries she had lived, he couldn’t help but feel connected to her. To him her presence felt like a balm for his soul.

A beeping turned the chatting duo into silent statues. It was (Y/N)’s phone. She glanced quickly at it and grimaced.

“I’m sorry Viktor, I have got to get going. Al’s waiting for me and these papers.”

Of course. Allen just had to cut their time short. Standing alongside (Y/N), Viktor offered to give her a ride. Just something to give him more time to bask in her glow.

Being the true optimist, (Y/N) accepted with an enthusiastic yes!

The trip to his car and then to Al’s apartment felt too fast for Viktor. Before (Y/N) could leave the car. Viktor looked at (Y/N), he felt emotions that could not be explained easily, but he knew one thing. He needed to get to know (Y/N) better. So, he was going to take a chance.

“Would you care to go on a date with me? It is nothing serious, just a chance for us to get to know one another better.”

(Y/N) was not surprised. She just smiled and looked back at Viktor while getting out of the car.

“I would love to, but you need to realize one thing. I have noticed quite a few nations giving me the same goo-goo eyes that you have. So, be prepared for a fight for my heart.”

With a wink and giving Viktor a small sheet of paper, (Y/N) was gone. She had waltzed into Allen’s apartment building like a dream.

Looking down Viktor saw that the sheet was her phone number. Despite his cold heart, Viktor smirked to himself. He would figure out these feelings and if God willed it, he would secure her heart.

2p Germany

It was too loud and cold in this basement. The chaos had decided to get started before the meeting. Nations were yelling and weapons were flying. The A.C. was blowing like it was the reason for the next ice age. It was all annoying. All Luther wanted to do was sleep, maybe people watch, but that wouldn’t happen if these conditions continued.

With a deep groan Luther sat up straight and stretched. The sound of a satisfying pop alerted him that his stretching had relaxed muscles.

Luther glanced at the clock, and his head tilted to the left like a confused puppy. It was about ten minutes after the hour. That means the meeting should have started ten minutes ago, why hadn’t it started? He glanced around and understood one thing. Luciano, aka Italy, was not there.

Luther felt a little embarrassed he should have realized that earlier, but in his defense, the exhaustion and the beginnings of a headache ate at his awareness. Before he could wonder about the location of his missing Genosse, a (Y/H) woman ran over to the podium at the front of the room.

Her hair was wild, her face was flushed, gorgeous (E/C) looked around excitedly. She carried a smile as she reached forward and tapped on the microphone.

“Hello everyone, I apologize for being late. But I am (Y/N) (L/N) and I’m stepping in for Italy today. Sadly, he is out due to getting grounded and he has asked that I lead this meeting.”

Luther raised a brow and smirked. How cute. This pretty little vixen was now attempting to lead the meeting. The next few hours would be fun, well for him anyway.

For many nations the meeting was considered normal. Interruptions and fighting, before the more business-oriented nations took back control. This included the lovely (Y/N), but try as she may to keep the focus, many nations shattered her attempts like already cracked glass.

For one thing, Austria could not leave (Y/N) be. He was constantly interrupting presenting nations by breaking in rock ballads, mostly singing about (Y/N). While Norway was asking her whether or not she wanted to see a flaming heart, no one was quite sure what that mean. Since it was Norway, everyone knew that fire and pyros should not mix, except for (Y/N). Luckily Denmark stopped him by confiscating his lighter. Lastly, Luther joined in. He was dropping pickup lines and teasing (Y/N). Other nations did some stuff too, but it was not as entertaining as those three.

Throughout it all (Y/N) just giggled and responded with affection. In some cases, it was a compliment, other nations got gentle gestures. Those that received her affection either blushed or looked a little shocked.

Luther knew (Y/N) was gorgeous before, but her outgoing and sweet nature made her much more lovely. He thought he might be developing a crush, but Luther didn’t dwell to long on that thought. Mostly because everyone was getting up to leave and some of his rivals were closing in on (Y/N).

Without thinking it through, Luther quickly moved to take a spot by (Y/N)’s side. (Y/N) was surprised but didn’t seem to be against his presence. Luther gave a side smile and asked to walk her out. Somehow (Y/N)’s smile got even bigger, and she nodded.

Together they walked out of the cold, basement room. Luther gave dark glares at nearby nations while (Y/N) smiled and waved at the nations that walked by.

As they walked, Luther decided to get to know this little beauty more.

“So, how long have you known Luciano?”

“Since the third century, after all we grew up together in a way, though I am still way younger than him.”

This comment caused Luther to stop walking. Was she like them or some other thing that he didn’t know existed? Any way Luciano has some explaining to do later.

Luther watched as (Y/N) slowed, stopped and looked back at him. Her eyes seemed to be full of mischief and a cat-like smile rested on her face.

“Luther, if you don’t want to walk me to Luci’s I’m sure some other nation would be more than happy to take your place.”

Luther’s eyes went wide. He wasn’t expecting this sweet woman to be an observant and playful tease. It was hot.

“Liebling, why call someone else when I’m the only one you need.”

Both let out a chuckle as they stepped through the door that led into the stairwell. This seems to be the start of a classic love story.

#2p headcanons #2p hetalia #2p russia #2p germany #x reader #fic

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because your kiss is on my list

alternatively: four times juke snuck up on each other for affection and the one time they didn’t have to | based on the achingly beautiful fanart by @lovelyrugbee

Luke was being manic again. And not in a cute: “Oh my God, he’s so passionate about music!”-way, but in a: “He might actually tear his eyes out from these infuriating lyrics that aren’t working”-way. Every once in a while, songs didn’t flow out as easily as they usually did. The topic was a bit trickier, or the instrumentals didn’t mesh, or something was just off. Julie wasn’t too stressed about it. They had plenty of time to rework and fix things before the gig in two weeks.

Unfortunately, Luke didn’t have the same mindset.

He has been holed up in the studio all day, cramped on the windowsill to the point of submitting himself to a hernia and scrapping writing scrapping scrapping scrapping. The sound was infuriating, Alex being the first to poof out and Reggie following soon after when Ray became far more interesting than a guitarist going haywire. Which was sad, cause her dad was just unloading groceries.

Alright. She had to do something. Standing at the doors of studio with a somewhat amused expression, she took in as her boyfriend was oblivious to the world and her. In any other situation, he’d notice and compliment the orange dress she was wearing. She thought about calling his name, maybe singing or jamming her fingers on the piano, but then a better idea came. A fun one.

Quietly slipping closer, a mischievous grin crawled on her lips. Thank God she was barefoot, or else her sneakers would’ve squeaked against the cement floors. He still hasn’t noticed her, the pinch between his brow so deep and lost in thought.

Three, two, one...

“Ah!”, she cried out like a warrior, snapping her arms around him from behind and snatching the damned songbook from his grasp. Before he could react, she smacked a wet kiss on his cheek and added a “Mwah!” for good measure.

The startled Luke began chuckling, trying to get his book back, her peppering more kisses on his cheek in retaliation. He had to get out of this funk! Breathe a little! Turning his cheek to look at her, he smirked. “Sneaking kisses now, Jules?”

Julie hummed against his skin, eyes sparkling. Whispering in his ear, she said: “Stop breaking your head over these lyrics and relax. We have time.”

His smile softened, gaze tracking the way she hugged him and then- “I like the dress you’re wearing.”

Ah, yes. There he was.

Julie Molina truly made the afterlife less boring and a whole lot more bearable. Which became really apparent whenever she had an avalanche of homework and couldn’t hang out. Luke loved his boys, but damn did he miss his girlfriend a lot now. If the situation were different (you know, had he not been head over heels in love with her), he’d poof up to her room and annoy her until she came to the studio. Alas, he respected his girlfriend and her interest in getting good grades, so he had to deal with it.

Bleh. “Dealing with it” was like a curse word to him.

He hasn’t seen her all day though. She left early for school and didn’t pass by the studio when she got back. All he needed was a quick look and talk and maybe a hug and then he wouldn’t be so antsy.

(What he’d give to wrestle her into cuddling right now. He was honestly blessed he found a girl who saw all of his need for affection and then gladly gave triple the amount.)

Yup. Screw homework. He had to see her. Without telling the boys, he stood up with a huff and poofed out. The offended “hey!” from Alex he ignored.

Dropping into Julie’s room, a smile instantly bloomed on his face at the sight of her. She was on her bed, textbooks and notes splayed out in front of her while her curls danced with each breath she took. Even when tired, his girlfriend was pretty as hell.

“Hey,” he grinned.

She didn’t look up and mumbled: “Hey.” A page turned. “What’re you doing here?”

Luke sat down on the edge of her bed, far enough so her pens wouldn’t roll away. “Haven’t seen you today. I missed you.”

This time she did look up, her weary eyes softening and smiling. “I missed you too. I have homework though, so...” The implication was there: please leave so I can finish. His hope for a hug quickly dwindled.

“Yeah,” he muttered, not ready to go back and get slapped by Alex. “Uh...” His eyes fell on her right hand, slightly more outstretched then the other. It just... laid there. Teasing him. Freaking tantalising him when he knew how good it felt whenever those fingers brushed his cheeks or raked his hair.

It happened before he thought about it. Crawling onto the mattress, he snatched her hand and pressed soft kisses on the knuckles. Julie caught his gaze again, that smile he loved so much melting into an adoring puff - like she couldn’t believe this idiot was her boyfriend.

He didn’t mind being her idiot.

Sometimes, Julie was just that more adorable. Like now, with her hair spread around her shoulders and that small smile stuck on her lips and her eyes that seemed impossibly soft today. All for him, only for him.

Sure, it was probably because they were working on one of their personal songs, but the fact remained that his girlfriend still left him rendered speechless months into dating.

“What if we try it in a lower key?”, Julie proposed, nodding at his guitar.

The song in question was a song about them. It wasn’t so lovey-dovey that it would turn the guys off, but it was still blatant. Only they would write about ‘the sea glass green of his eyes’ and ‘the smile that put Mona Lisa to shame’.

He did what she asked, her singing the same verse again. It held more depth now, soulful and lively. The rasp in her tone made it playful and egged him on to join, like it was truly banter between lovers put to music. It was them. It was her. It was-

Luke abruptly stopped playing, pushed his guitar aside and grabbed onto her. She hardly had time to chuckle as he pressed his lips onto her forehead and held her as tight as possible. Warmth filled his chest, that strange sensation of being loved and loving back twice as hard, as she clutched his body. He almost got choked up. Here he was, in the sundrenched studio with the girl he adored playing the music they created together and she was singing it in such a quintessentially ‘them’ way. No one but them would ever truly understand the magic they conjured. How it was only explained through grins melting on skin and the giddy skip in his heartbeat.

“What’s that for?”, she smiled.

His hand trailed from her back to her cheeks with an elated shrug. How could he explain to her her ‘Julie-ness’ was dialled up to two hundred without sounding insane? Caressing the skin, he murmured instead: “I guess you’re just irresistible today.”

Her eyes squeezed shut at his words, like she was embarrassed how much delight it brought her, and pressed her face back in his shoulder.

Letting that giddy skip in his chest kiss her again, he gently pulled away to sent her a wink. “Let’s finish ‘Wicked Love’, yeah?”

“So, Flynn’s been thinking-”

“Mh-hm.”

“-about a new poster for the gig we’re playing. The old one is a little amateur and she made some new concepts. Wanna see?” Julie held her phone at his face, his hand leaving the strings of his guitar to gently push it back. Falling back on the bed, she frowned.

“Maybe later, I’m figuring out this progression...” His back bend over his guitar again, only giving her a view of the black muscle tee.

When Luke told her he wanted to hang out that Saturday afternoon, she had hoped it would be a bit more ‘Julie and Luke’ and not ‘Luke and His Guitar’ - alas, the girlfriend was competing with a piece of wood and some metal. While texting Flynn about graphic design was fun, it was time for Luke to start doing what he promised her.

Then again, she was a sucker for music talk. “Why don’t you try switching up the chords? Start with G instead of C.”

He tried it out, a grin crawling on his cheeks. “Yeah... yeah, that works. Thanks, Jules.”

“So?”, she sang.

“Hm?”

With a sigh, she grabbed onto the strap of his guitar and gave it a tug. Luke’s neck rolled backwards in surprise, catching her playful smile.

Chastely pecking his forehead, she said: “Your head is in the clouds.”

The teasing look of his matched hers. “You’re kissing my head right now.”

“Mh-hm,” she mumbled, loving the way his hair had that perpetual scent of apple and something inherently Luke. Kissing the locks, she added: “And you’ll be getting a lot more if you actually start hanging out with me.”

His book and instrument slid off his body just like that as he speared her into hug. Luke collapsed onto her body with the cutest grin and she knew she caught him. Their laughs chimed throughout the house for the rest of the day.

+5.

Luke poofed onto her bed with a grin, his girlfriend automatically snuggling into his side and finding each other’s lips with ease. For a beat, they’re cherished the quiet passion shared between them. They didn’t need to do a lot to feel loved by the other.

He pressed his nose into her curls. “How was school?”

“Good,” Julie whispered against his neck. “How was the studio?”

“Chill. Reggie scared a spider.”

She giggled, the sound making his grin widen and hide his face so she wouldn’t see how ridiculously giddy she made him. Turning her head so she’d see him anyway, her nose scrunched. “I know you’re smiling.”

“That’s my line, Molina,” he huffed, the teasing glint shimmering in his eyes.

A signature brow quirked. “You got that on paper?”

He didn’t miss a second. “I love you.” He didn’t need to ponder or linger or rewrite or scrap or workshop the thought. It wasn’t even a thought. It was a truth and he’d repeat that truth over and over again until the universe knew it too and kept it in their books for centuries to come. He loved her, he loved her, he loved her.

The smile that came was worth the truth, how her love for him broke through without a moment of hesitation. Now she’d say the same, over and over and over again, so the universe knew they were talking about each other and would always keep their names together in said books.

Julie kissed him again, long and sweet and as easy as breathing. Her utters were barely audible, but his heart caught it. “I love you too.”

Locked in their embrace, they shared earphones listening to their favourite music until they fell asleep. (How Luke could fall asleep, but only when in her loving touch, he wouldn’t question. Some oddities of the universe were best unsaid.)

@blush-and-books @unsaid-emily @bluefirewrites @willexx @ourstarscollided @alexjulies

#its after midnight so excuse if its a jumble #ophelia? using metaphysical similes? why of course its the libra in me #juke #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfiction #otp: i think we make each other better

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notafraidofredyellowandblue · 2 years

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Richard Kruspe interview - Berliner Zeitung 2021-11

published 2021-11-11, by Björn Springorum

Richard about the new Emigrate album, and for the first time (that i remember) in the recent set of interviews he gave, he throws in a traditional RZK quote 😊

Disclaimer:

Before taking offense with anything RZK says in this interview, please consider

although my intention is do translate as correct as possible, there may be nuances lost in translation (neither english nor german is my first language)

the interviewer may have written down RZK's answers with a different nuance than Richard intended

Interview with Rammstein guitarist Richard Z. Kruspe: "Emigrate was my salvation"

Without his solo project Emigrate, he would no longer be with Rammstein, says Richard Z. Kruspe. Now his fourth album is out: "The Persistence Of Memory"

Berlin- Before the colossal Rammstein circus travels the world again, guitarist and composer Richard Z. Kruspe quickly wrote a few demons off his soul. His most recent Emigrate album “The Persistence Of Memory” contains pieces that have never been used over the last 20 years, a rather interesting Elvis cover with Rammstein singer Till Lindemann and a lot of knowledge from the life of it's creator.

On previous albums of your solo project Emigrate there were always quite a number of guests. This time only Till Lindemann can be heard - on a cover of the Elvis classic "Always On My Mind". How did that happen?

Years ago our record company wanted to do an Elvis cover album. I started to write, but at some point I discarded it. But I was so incredibly fascinated by Elvis' voice in this song. No matter which instrument I used up in the studio, it always prevailed. So I considered putting the song with my music and his voice on the album and thought about who could sing this song. Iggy Pop? Michael Poulsen from Volbeat? But somehow I never thought of Till. Sometimes it's just too obvious. He is simply the only one who can sing like that. I asked him, he wanted to, and we ended up recording the whole thing as a duet because I found it more emotional that way.

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To the person

Richard Kruspe was born on June 24, 1967 in Wittenberge as Zven Kruspe. Before he devoted himself to music, he had success as a wrestler and then trained as a cook. In every spare second he played the guitar, through his band 'Das elegante Chaos' came on the radar of the Stasi, fled to West Berlin, but later returned to the former GDR and met Till Lindemann in Schwerin.

With him he founded Rammstein on January 1st, 1994. Almost 28 years later he released seven studio albums with this band and sold over 20 million records. An eighth Rammstein album will follow soon.

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So there is harmony between you?

I am old enough to enjoy our relationship. There are no longer those little fights and egos that clash. Now it's all about having fun.

That wasn't always the case with Rammstein ...

I used to fight for everything, for every word. Now I choose my battles very carefully. I don't fight everywhere anymore. I now have the foresight that I don't always know everything better. The balance of the band is more important than my eagerness. This realisation is what kept Rammstein alive.

Is that also due to Emigrate?

Yes. Emigrate has solved many problems that needn't have been. At Rammstein, some of the guys always wanted to contribute as much as I did, but couldn't. That led to envy and stress, which I couldn't understand because I was of the opinion that the others wanted it that way. It felt good to let all my energy flow into another project, to work with completely different people. As far as cooperation is concerned, Rammstein is of course a tight corset. That's a good thing, that's how it functions, but I needed and still need Emigrate for my balance. It was my salvation. Without Emigrate I would no longer be with Rammstein. Still, with every new Rammstein album I think: Okay, but this really is the last one.

Does that also apply to Emigrate? In the run-up to the release of “The Persistence Of Memory” it was said that it might be the last album.

One will see. This album may be the end of an era, the clasp before something new begins.

The album consists of old songs that were never published or finished. A look back before moving on?

Maybe it took that look back to start something new, yes. My present was unpleasant and my future was empty. So I basked in my past. It was the only thing I had. I came across all of these old songs and ideas and looked at them again. They helped me move back into the present so that I could finally look into the future again. A journey back in time back to inspiration.

Why was the present unpleasant? The last Rammstein record including a huge stadium tour broke all records again ...

After the last Rammstein record I fell into a deep hole and was lost in my world. Different wars raged inside me and I felt like I had to stop playing music. I no longer saw any point in it. It was a really hard crash landing that I had never experienced as such before. There was a real emptiness in me. Even for us, this stadium tour was definitely something new. And when everyone tells you how great and good you are, whether that is true or not, then you are like in withdrawal when it is over. I first had to get back on the ground again. So I fled into the memories, into the past.

The Persistence Of Memory” also features “Freeze My Mind”, the very first song you wrote in 2001 for Emigrate. At that time, "Mutter", Rammstein's big breakthrough, also appeared. What was your life like at that time?

Back then, my life was marked by an insane disappointment. It resulted from the fact that I felt misunderstood. I had this anger inside me, this need to show it to everyone else. It was like entering a new world and I had to keep moving. It was definitely a step out of the comfort zone. Hence the name Emigrate. It all made sense. I wrote “Freeze My Mind” in New York City, it must have been around September 11th. During that time I lived in New York and saw the second plane crash into the tower. To see how people fell out of the tower was extremely shocking for me.

So with Emigrate it was also about a certain increase in self-esteem?

I think the greatest motivation always comes from wanting to prove something to someone. Whether these are the parents, whether these are your colleagues, or maybe it is you yourself. It's about feeling your worth. You want to please, but that can also be a big trap. Especially when writing. At Rammstein I have to stop very now and then when I notice that I'm writing a second "Du hast". But I always ask myself: Do I just want to please again? This is very, very thin ice. On the one hand you don't want to lose your own identity, on the other hand you want to keep trying new things. A difficult topic. In this context, I like to speak of that healthy naivety that one had in the beginning. One should strive for that.

Some bands become caricatures of themselves at some point.

Yes, maybe it's just that every art or band has a specific time in which to it is creative. After that one just only repeats oneself.

The Beatles also wouldn't have maintained this insane creativity until this day.

Absolutely! Maybe it's just a law of the universe and we're all fooling ourselves. I keep continuously ask myself the question if I still have anything to say. What motivates me? Am I only doing this because I have nothing else to do? Or am I really passionate about it? Of course, it helps to have a band through which I am financially and economically secure. Many others are a lot worse off, I understand that.

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See, finally the "this will be the last Rammstein album" quote that he always uses after every single Rammstein album... i was almost getting worried he'd forgotten 😁

#richard interview #richard kruspe #rammstein #emigrate #my translation

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Blackbeard, Ed and Izzy; Angel, Angelus and Spike

So I'm probably not the first to see parallels with these two from BTVS and with the characters from OFMD, but I was thinking about it this morning and I went off on more of a tangent than expected.

Angel and Angelus

Because I'm aware that OFMD is the hot and popular show at the moment, while BTVS is a few years old I'm going to start out with the Buffy characters, introduce them, talk about their motivations and what they do and then jump to the comparisons to OFMD characters. So starting with Angel. He's known for his "savage villainy and his great heroism" ^[https://buffy.fandom.com/wiki/Angel]. He was born in 1727 in Ireland, turned into a vampire (sired) in 1753. He took on the name Angelus and quickly became known as one of the most sadistic vampires. Then in 1898 he's cursed because he killed the Kalderash's favourite daughter. They gave him his soul back and he now has to live with all of the guilt for the atrocities he's committed over the years. In the late 20th century, now going as Angel, he meets the Slayer (Buffy). This is a human female with mystical powers who hunts against mystical forces. Primarily vampires but other demons do get involved. They end up dating, split up and he moves away and starts helping folks and devoting himself to be a good guy (TM).

So, the TLDR is that when he's a good guy he's Angel, he tries to help folks but he's still known for that savage and cruel behaviour from before he got the soul. When he's Angelus, without the soul and the guilt, he's ruthless and is responsible for one of the most heartbreaking scenes in all of Buffy (not the most heartbreaking, that goes to one episode in particular iykyk).

Angel likes classic literature (and Barry Manilow), broods and feels so much guilt. Angelus is happy to nail puppies to trees, and wants to essenially see chaos and suffering in the world.

Blackbeard and Ed(ward)

So, how does Angel and Angelus relate to Blackbeard and Edward? Simply put, Angel is Ed. He's the guy with the soul, who's trying to do some good in the world even though he may not always get things right. He wants to move away from the past and his reputation for evilness and brutal torture. From what we've seen in the show of Blackbeard, this seems to be like Angelus except more of a persona than "lost your soul because you were happy and now you're back to torturing people". Angelus plays with his victims, setting up Valentine's Day romantic scenes only for you to find that your girlfriend is actually dead and has been posed that way by the vampire. Blackbeard is a myth, has all of these scary stories about him and yet when Ed meets Stede he's gentler, calmer, and sees a world he wants to be a part of. He can still be brutal, and use what he's learned from the time of being Blackbeard but that isn't fun for him anymore, it's lost the appeal and there's this blond in front of him, complimenting him and sharing some cool things about humanity and he wants that. The same way Angel wants to help Buffy.

Spike and William Pratt

It's never been a secret that Spike is my favourite BTVS character along with Rupert Giles. He's an absolute twat but I love him. Spike is almost entirely opposite to Angel in some regards which makes for a great love triangle, great arguments and great comedic value. William Pratt was born in London in 1853. His mother sang him the folk song "Early One Morning" and cared for him, and then when he got older he took care of her as she became ill. He was known as "William the Bloody" at this point because his poetry was so "bloody awful". This is a nickname that would follow him once he was turned into a vampire after 1880. He tried to save his mother by turning her into a vampire but she had no soul and was changed from what he knew, so he staked her.

He moves away from polite Victorian Society and the life he knew, instead embracing Drusilla's (his sire) way of life as a vampire. He met Angelus and idolised him at first although problems arose when he found Angelus sleeping with Drusilla. This caused a rivalry that pretty much carried on throughout the rest of their lives. They part ways and he takes on the nickname "Spike" because of a comment on his poetry - a man once said he'd rather "have a railroad spike driven through his head" than listen to the poetry. ^[https://buffy.fandom.com/wiki/Spike].

While Angelus thought of killing as an art, Spike did it more for amusement. He loved the danger. He'd had run ins with Slayers over the years and when he goes to Sunnydale he meets Buffy.

After an incident where he tried to kill Angel to save Drusilla, Spike is left paralysed from the waist down. Angel then sleeps with Buffy which gives him a moment of perfect happiness which results in him losing his soul and reverting to Angelus. He rejoins Spike and Drusilla and at first Spike is happy to have him back, but, bit by bit the arguments start happening. Angelus wants to toy iwth Buffy while Spike disagrees with that. Angelus pursues Drusilla as a lover to taunt Spike, showing that nothing has really changed for Angelus.

Spike has always been a more morally ambiguous character than Angel, and he fits into this Billy Idol-esque, punk, rebel stereotype. It's so much fun watching him, and you can see how Spike weighs up possibilities while still charging head first into situations. You see him help the Scoobies (Buffy's group of friends and allies), and it's not because he has a soul.

Izzy Hands

We see that in the show Izzy longs for Blackbeard the way that Spike wanted Angelus back, but also the knowledge that waking up that particular side of their sire/ boss is going to end badly.

Spike can't get past the way Angelus wants to play with his victims, drawing out the torture and the psychological. Izzy can't reconcile Blackbeard with the Kraken that wakes on Stede's departure.

He's the one that knows how to fight, he's the one that's used to the monsters the gang are coming across and while he fights with them he's not really a part of them.

The interactions between the two

One of my favourite Spike and Angel scenes is from Angel. Spike and Angel's argumentis essentially "do we stay the same or change with the times", "do we go with our instincts or technology" and I feel like that's very much an argument that Ed and Izzy could have. Ed, as we've established above is essentially the Angel of the show and Izzy is the Spike. Blackbeard (Angelus) made Izzy (Spike) into what he is today then met Stede (got a soul) and changed. The argument in BTVS kind of does have an answer with (spoilers) Illyria's inclusion and the ones that came before, so, Cavemen. But the astronauts represent the human beings, and as we see in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the humans come out on top. They survive and heal and help each other.

Angelus becomes Angel again in enough time to be sent to hell, Spike gets a chip that means he essentially cannot hurt humans or he gets hurt himself. Blackbeard becomes Ed with enough time to lose Stede and almost be killed, while Izzy has a leash on him from Ed's time with Stede and then when the Kraken awakes.

Whenever they're on the same side, and are fighting together there's arguments. Spike wants it his way, Angel wants it his. We see that Spike was all alone in the world by his own doing when Angelus took him in. Blackbeard was Izzy's captain, took him in and the world was theirs.

(side note):

This did make me think of Lucius as Xander because butt monkey, infections, position in the group, less likely to fight etc. And now I cannot get that mental image out of my head.

#ofmd #btvs #our flag means death spoilers #our flag means death #buffy the vampire slayer #izzy hands #spike #william the bloody #angel the series #angel #edward teach #blackbeard

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love in the time of p.t.a meetings {marcus moreno} - 2/5

summary: your kid has taken a liking to marcus moreno - and frankly, so have you {series masterlist}

warnings: swearing, mentions of divorce & very brief mentions of his wife’s death

i don’t normally update series this quickly but this was originally one imagine that reached about 11k words lmao so it’s all written, just being split up. i’ve also decided it’s gonna be 5 parts instead of 3, cos i reread the ending and realised i was not done by a longshot. enjoy!

- jazz

Mondays. You hated ‘em.

Everything just seemed so...amplified. The peace and relaxation of the weekend was over and everyone had to go back on the grind. The traffic always seemed worst, the clock seemed to tick backwards and you just wanted to be at home, in bed. After an incident involving the dog, a toaster and a small pan fire, you were already running twenty minutes late and you knew in your soul that your child’s shoes weren’t on the right feet. That, and also he was wearing a Chewbacca onesie to school. It had been a compromise. As in, he was refusing to go to school unless you let him wear the damn thing. It was a compromise. You’d lost.

On the bright side, the past weekend had been the best you’d had in a long time. Jack had spent all of Saturday afternoon at the Heroics headquarters and he was so worn out, he’d slept through all of Sunday. Marcus Moreno must have a been a fucking wizard, because you’d been trying to tire the kid out for five years. You made a mental note to do something in return, though you sensed there was nothing on God’s green earth that could possibly amount to babysitting the world’s most exhausting child for six hours. You were allowed to say that, because Jack was your world’s most exhausting child and you wouldn’t have changed him for anything.

‘New week, huh buddy?’ You glanced at Jack in your rear view mirror. He was sat on his booster seat, legs dangling back and forth and a power ranger action figure in his hand. ‘A fresh start.’

‘Can we listen to the song from Cars?’ Jack ignored your comment.

‘You gotta try and behave yourself this week. You’ve seen what happens to people who do follow the rules, right? They get to go work at the Heroics-’

‘- I wanna listen to the song from Cars!’

You wanted to have a deep conversation. Jack wanted to listen to Life Is A Highway. That was...actually, it was exactly how you’d expected that to go. It wasn’t that off of the time you were trying to explain your divorce to him and he’d interrupted you to demand that you put Toy Story on.

‘Sure thing, kid.’ You rolled your eyes, reaching across to hand him on your phone. ‘D’you know how to spell it-’

Your sentence was cut off by the sound of guitars blaring from the speakers. At least he could work out Spotify.

By some miracle, you managed to make it the school with a few minutes to spare. Because most people had dropped their kids off earlier (see: on time), the lot was pretty empty. That meant you could once again dump your car without regard for the painted white lines -- who had time to park properly on a Monday morning? That was for people who had their shit together.

Leaping out the car, you almost cursed when you tripped over your heels. You didn’t have to wear them, but since you’d started working in a managerial role at your office, you figured it made you look a little more professional. And what was the harm in being a few inches taller? It made you feel powerful.

‘C’mon, J.’ You pulled open the back door, helping Jack leap out the car.

‘You know, I’m starting to think you can’t park your car at all.’

‘Marcus!’ Jack practically flew out the car, his tiny body suddenly jolting with excitement.

‘Morning, buddy.’ He replied; he then moved his brown eyes to gaze at you, offering a smile. ‘Hey.’

‘Hey, how you doing?’ You greeted him. ‘I don’t normally see you here in the mornings.’

‘Yeah, I normally drop Missy off at the front but it was one of those mornings, you know? She was taking a little more convincing than usual to go in.’

‘My kid is in a Wookiee onesie and backwards Thomas the Tank Engine shoes and you have the audacity to ask me if I know those mornings? I am those mornings.’ You replied.

Marcus chuckled. ‘I think it’s a look. I especially like the Lightning McQueen sunglasses.’

‘Do you have a super suit?’ Jack asked. ‘Can I try it on?’

‘C’mon, Jack. You’ve already managed to get a tour of the HQ.’ You ruffled his hair. ‘And we gotta get going to school.’

‘But I wanna ask more questions.’ He muttered. ‘I have over a hundred.’

‘Don’t I know it.’ You murmured under your breath. ‘But school is more important.’

‘I don’t wanna go anymore.’

‘I let you wear the onesie. That was our agreement, remember?’

‘All good superheroes have to get an education.’ Marcus reasoned. ‘And if you go in, maybe I can show you my suit at some point?’

'Okay!’ Jack grinned. He wrapped his arms around your waist in a quick hug, before peering up at you with a toothy smile. ‘See ya later!’

He turned on his heel and ripped his backpack from your hand, suddenly speeding up the path and towards school. Had...had that just happened? For once in your life, had you not had to wrench him from the car and wrestle him through the school gates? Move aside, Harry Potter, because Marcus Moreno was the new wizard in town. You might have been a little jealous that he was so good with your son but at the same time, it made you like him even more. He was the first parent at the school that had leant into Jack’s wild tendencies. And, whilst you tried not to think too much about it, even his own dad had struggled to do that. It made your heart warm a little.

‘You are seriously my favourite person.’ You chimed, leaning back against your car.

‘Kids with character are way more fun than kids who are well-behaved.’ Marcus replied.

‘I spent forty-five minutes scraping string cheese out the USB port of my computer yesterday, but sure.’

He chuckled. ‘No, I’m serious. I don’t encourage Missy to misbehave but she does get herself into some situations. I choose to see it as a testament to her intelligence rather than disobedience.’

‘I refuse to believe for a second that Missy ever misbehaves.’ You shot back back. ‘She seems so well-behaved.’

‘What you see in the parking lot is not a reflection of our whole lives.’ He reminded you.

‘Right, because despite appearances, I’m actually a very put together parent.’ You snorted. ‘But I get what you mean.’

‘I gotta get to work now, but it was good to see you.’ Marcus pulled his car keys out his pocket. ‘I was serious about that suit thing, by the way. He saw my katanas on Saturday.’

‘Katanas?’ You spluttered. ‘My kid managed to start a fire last week out of nothing and you want to give him katanas?!’

‘Maybe I can show you how to use them.’ He flashed you a smile. ‘And then you can pass on the knowledge.’

‘That’s probably an even worse idea.’ You shook your head with a laugh, pulling open your car door. ‘I’ll see you around.’

‘You as well. Have a good day, pretty lady.’

Did you stop thinking about your exchange at any point during the day? Absolutely not. In fact, you’d already written an email to the local deed poll office to change your legal name to Pretty Lady.

No, but in all seriousness, you’d been a little giddy about it. Had he been flirting? That didn’t seem like a long shot. You got on well, you’d hung out a bit over the weekend and not to toot your own horn, but you were by no means bad looking. Tired and a little frazzled, sometimes? Yeah. But anyone would have been lucky to have you and you were doing a better job at recognising that, especially since your divorce.

You were almost ecstatic when it got to 4PM and you hadn’t received a single call from Jack’s teachers. That meant that he had behaved, and what Marcus had said had worked. Because you worked past his finishing time, he usually went to the after-school club till you could come to collect him - it had been a lifesaver, especially since you couldn’t always leave early. He usually came home with some kind of weird arts and crafts. Last week, it had been an unidentifiable item made of dried macaroni and glitter. He’d placed it pridefully on the old fireplace in your lounge.

After saying goodbye to your co-workers, you headed out the building. Your office was right in the city centre and not too far out from the school. It was a nice place to be; your lunch hour, when you could head out to a street cart and eat your food in the local park, was usually the highlight of your day. It was when you could exist just as you. When you were at work, you were in charge on your entire department. When you were home, you were a parent 24/7. That time to yourself was vital.

As you were heading to your car, your phone began to ring. Your heart almost jumped out your chest when you saw Marcus’ name - he hadn’t called you before, only texted to sort out the previous weekend’s plans with Jack. You quickly organised yourself (he couldn’t see you, dumb ass) and cleared your throat.

‘Hey, everything alright?’ You brightly greeted him.

‘Hey! Are you out of work now?’

‘Yeah, I’m literally just leaving. What’s up?’

‘Look, I hate to do this but I’ve had an emergency at work - superhero related, you don’t wanna know - and I’m not gonna be out for hours.’ Marcus sounded stressed. Yeah, I feel that you thought. ‘Would you be able to pick up Missy and possibly have her for a few hours? If not, that’s totally-’

‘- I’d be glad too!’ You interrupted him. ‘I owe you one anyways for the weekend. And this morning, actually.’

‘You don’t owe me anything.’ He sounded surprised that you’d even imply it. ‘But I will definitely owe you for having Missy.’

‘Hey, it’s cool!’ You insisted. ‘Do you want me to drop her off at yours later?’

‘I can come and collect her if you text me your address?’

‘Perfect.’ You smiled. ‘I’ll see you later then?’

‘You’re a lifesaver.’ Marcus said. ‘I’ll text Missy to let her know to find your car instead of mine. I would ask for your plate number, but your car is...’

‘...bright red, covered in dents and hard to miss?’ You finished his sentence.

‘Exactly.’

You’d been in the same situation before; pulled between work and parenting, with Jack stuck at school and an important meeting that felt like it was never ending. It was hard to get a sitter on such short notice - or afford one, sometimes - and it was just another one of the million, stressful situations that single parenting could get you into. If you could help Marcus even a little bit, of course you were going to. You knew he’d do the same for you. Heck, he had done the same for you.

Jack and Missy were both chatty on the way home. Given that she was a little older than him, her conversational skills were strikingly better. It was nice to ask someone about their day and not get where are my Cheetos? as an answer. From what you gathered, she hated science class, enjoyed gym, and her favourite subject was lunch. That didn’t come as a surprise to you - her dad was a literal superhero and probably encouraged physical activity.

(You’d seen his arms, okay? They were more than enough to go on. I digress).

The only thing that made you wish you’d had a little more notice on having her for the evening was the state of your apartment. The place wasn’t bad; you’d lived there for the better part of eight years, and it was crammed with soft furniture and millions of blankets, as well as photos of you and Jack and his questionable art projects. It was just that you hadn’t done the dishes that morning, there was a mountain of shoes by the door and the pancakes from the previous night were still stuck on the roof.

Missy barely blinked an eye; the minute she saw your dog, she’d abandoned her bag and was playing with him.

‘Hey buddy!’ She grinned. ‘What’s he called?’

‘That’s Oppy.’ You replied, hanging your jacket up. She didn’t need to know that it was short for Optimus Prime. No guesses on whose idea that had been.

‘He’s so cute!’ Missy continued. ‘I’ve been asking dad for a dog for ages but he won’t budge.’

For some reason, that surprised you a little. Marcus might have been the leader of a super-hero team and a public figure, but you could tell he would do anything for his daughter. You knew because it was the same for you with Jack. He might have ruled your whole life but you would have hung the damn stars in the sky for him if he asked

‘They’re a lot of work.’ You reasoned. ‘I have to wake up every morning at 6AM to make sure he gets a walk. Then there’s the matter of-’

‘- mum! Optimus Prime pooped in the bathroom!’

‘The matter of that.’ You murmured under your breath.

The rest of the evening went pretty smoothly. You fed the kids some leftover takeaway and between the dog and Netflix, they were easily entertained. Jack seemed to take a liking to Missy, which was good because it meant he wanted to sit with her the entire time instead of bouncing off the walls. She had the same patience as her dad, especially when he asked her a million questions about superheroes. It took her twenty minutes to convince him that Batman wasn’t her uncle, and a further fifteen to make him believe that she hadn’t met Captain America.

Jack had asked you a few times about whether or not he would get siblings. Of course, it would be different to any interactions with Missy because he would have been the oldest, but it did get you thinking. You were finally in a place where you were moving past your former relationship and healing from the wounds. Time wasn’t much of an issue either - you’d had Jack when you were young and barely out of college. You couldn’t possibly imagine having any more kids right now, not when it was just the two of you, but in the future? You’d never rule out meeting somebody new. If anything, you were hopeful. Your first relationship had been your only one, and it had ended badly. You wanted to experience love for what it actually was, and not what you thought it was supposed to be.

Not long after 7PM, there was a knock on your door. By that point, both Missy and Jack had passed out on the sofa with Star Wars playing quietly in the background. It had been her idea to watch it - she had good taste. Marcus had clearly done a good job.

‘Hey!’ You greeted him as you pulled open the front door. ‘Come in quick, it’s fucking freezing out there.’

‘Thank you.’ Marcus came inside, dusting a few snow flakes out his hair. ‘Seriously, I can’t say it enough-’

‘- it’s fine!’ You shook your head, offering him a smile. ‘Missy’s been great. She’s really chatty and it was nice to have a coherent conversation with someone that isn’t about Paw Patrol. But was everything at the office okay?’

He was quiet for a minute. ‘Yeah. We uh, we lost someone. A hero.’

‘Shit, man. I’m sorry.’ Your voice fell quiet. ‘You wanna come in? You look like you could probably take a moment.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Of course! Missy and Jack are both asleep on the couch anyways.’ You pointed through to the living room. Marcus leant over to have a look, smiling slightly at the sight.

‘Thank you. I’d appreciate that.’

He took a seat at the kitchen counter. Your old bar stools were a little old and wobbly, but Marcus didn’t seem to notice. If anything, he admired the place. It was cluttered as hell and filled with useless, old items - cook books you didn’t use, random magnets, assorted toys - but it was nice. His house always felt a little cold and clinical. He’d moved a lot over the course of Missy’s life and now that he was retired from the field, he’d sworn to her that their current house was going to be permanent. Whether or not it felt like home was another question entirely.

‘I would offer you a drink but all I have is..’ you paused, opening the fridge. ‘Nesquik, vodka or apple juice.’

‘You know what? A Nesquik doesn’t sound too bad.’

‘I like your thinking, Moreno.’

After quickly fixing up the two drinks, you slid into the seat beside him and handed him one. You had never in a million years imagined a situation where Marcus Moreno would be in your kitchen drinking chocolate milk, but here we were. It had clearly been a long day for him and you had enough of those to last a lifetime, so you knew how it felt. Coming home after a day that had beat your ass into the ground and having to put on a brave face for your kids was difficult at best.

‘Are you sure you’re okay?’ You gently asked.

‘Yeah, I’ll be okay - it just always fucks me up a bit.’ Marcus murmured quietly. ‘Hits a little too close to home.’

He wasn’t an idiot. He knew that you knew what had happened to his wife. You knew why he’d retired, and why he and Missy had moved away from their original city six years ago.

‘Sorry, that was too deep-’

‘- it wasn’t!’ You quickly cut him off. ‘I’ve had random women come up to me at pick up time and say they’re sorry to hear about my divorce. People I don’t even know. So really, after that, nothing is too much.’

He smiled slightly. ‘They always say they’re sorry but why would you bring up a subject if you have to apologise for it?’

‘Exactly!’ You replied. ‘Especially when I’ve moved on. It’s been a year.’

‘It’s the same with me. Missy and I miss her everyday but we don’t mope about it. We just...we look back with fondness on the good memories we have. You can’t move forward if you’re stuck in the past, no matter how much it sucks.’

‘That’s...that’s wise.’ You blinked in surprise. ‘S’pose that means I should take down the dartboard I have with my ex’s face on.’

‘From what I’ve heard, he seems like he should have more than a dart board.’ Marcus snorted - then he froze. ‘Wait, not that I’ve heard stuff, I mean...I don’t listen-’

‘- Marcus!’ You whacked his arm. ‘It’s fine. One of the other kid’s mums started telling me about the terrible divorce someone was going through but she realised she was gossiping to the one who was going through it.’

‘I don’t know how much of what I’ve been told is true, but it sounds like it was bad.’ His hand hovered over where yours was rested on the counter.

‘The rumours pretty much get the gist of it.’ You replied. ‘But we were talking about your thing, so I don’t wanna take away from that.’

‘Hey, it’s okay.’ He finally moved his hand, fingers gently curling underneath yours to intertwine them. ‘If even half of the whispers are true, he sounds like an asshole. You and Jack both deserve better than that.’

Whatever people had said, it had sort of covered the gist of it. You’d married too young and had a kid too young - your ex had been a terrible husband and an even worst husband. He’d chastised Jack for being...well, being Jack. He’d stay out late with his friends, spend money on things neither of you needed and tried to make you take the blame for it all. After giving him a few too many chances, you’d finally reached breaking point and kicked him out. Filing for divorce and taking on being a single parent was single-handedly the hardest and bravest thing you’d ever had to do. In a way, you were glad you’d done it when Jack was still so young - he didn’t really understand any of it, even when you’d try to explain it in child friendly terms.

‘I think people judge me for it a little sometimes.’ You confessed. ‘They see me struggling but they know I made the choice to separate from him, like I brought it all on myself.’

‘That’s bullshit.’ Marcus plainly stated. ‘Parenthood isn’t a dependent thing based on whether or not you’re still married to the other parent. It’s unconditional and permanent.’

‘I should tell him that, but I also don’t want him back in our lives.’

‘I know it’s none of my business, but he doesn’t deserve Jack. He’s one of the best and brightest kids I’ve ever met.’

‘Thank you. I’m glad he doesn’t seem like a complete lunatic.’

‘He doesn’t deserve you either.’ Marcus continued. ‘Again, I might be out of place saying this but you are...you’re amazing. I was a wreck when I was suddenly on my own and you’re still holding everything together and working your ass off.’

‘You’ve noticed?’ You quirked an eyebrow.

‘Yeah, in passing.’ He admitted. ‘I remember I once saw you carrying three separate science projects at once and then Carol made a passing comment that you were on your own and...I just kinda admired you from afar.’

‘You, Marcus Moreno, admired me?’ You blinked at him in disbelief. ‘I find that hard to believe.’

‘I wish I’d had my shit together half as much as you did when I lost Missy’s mum.’

‘But the difference is you didn’t have a choice in your situation. I chose to boot his dad out-’

‘- you gotta stop discrediting yourself.’ He shook his head. ‘And stop blaming yourself. You did what was right for your kid and that is the most admirable thing of all.’

‘You really think so?’

‘I know so.’

The conversation slowly drizzled away, leaving you two to just look at each other. It was hard to tear yourself away from his brown eyes - there was a lot going on behind them. Fear, pain, anguish, admiration. He was one of the most mind-blowingly impressive people you’d ever met; single dad, superhero, electric car owner. He probably didn’t have a mortgage too and that was kinda hot. You were none of those things and yet, here he was, with you, managing to connect on a level that you never had with anyone. Both of your situations were tough, but they’d brought you together.

Marcus Moreno was pretty fucking fearless (came with the job, you figured), and he wasn’t afraid to make the first move. He slowly inched his head forward and in return, you gravitated towards him. Your lips met halfway in a soft kiss, his hands moving to firmly hold your waist as he pulled you closer.

You almost stumbled out your chair with the movement, but his grip on your hips meant you didn’t slip. Instead, he placed you up on the counter, standing up as he did. It took you a moment to adjust to the position, but with your legs resting on either side of his, you could reach forward and lean on him. You had one hand tangled in his hair and the other on the back of his neck - you’d surprised yourself with that. It had been months since you’d kissed anyone, but you weren’t as rusty as you thought.

‘Oh my god, is the superhero gonna be my new dad?!’

Marcus suddenly jumped backwards at the sound of Jack’s voice. He was stood in the doorway, post-nap hair covered by a lopsided Chewbacca hood. His eyes were like dinner plates, even though he was grinning from ear to ear.

‘Uh...’ you glanced between him and Marcus. ‘We were just...we were...’

‘I had something in my eye.’

‘He had something in his eye.’ You quickly agreed. ‘But now it’s out, so Marcus is gonna go home.’

He knew you didn’t mean it rudely - it was more of a desperation thing. The longer he stayed, the more questions Jack would come out with. Missy could have overheard too and that would have been twice as much to explain. So really, the sooner he got out, the better.

‘Yeah. I’ll uh, I’ll grab Missy.’ Marcus said, scratching the back of his head. ‘Thank you again for looking after her.’

‘You don’t need to keep thanking me.’ You shot back.

He disappeared into the living room for a moment, reemerging with a sleeping Missy in his arms a moment later. Your eyes met again, and he gave you a soft smile.

‘I’ll call you.’

‘Yeah, sure.’ You nodded. ‘See you, Marcus.’

True to character, the next hour was spent being pelted with questions from your over-curious son. He didn’t shut up once when you were bathing him and he got even louder when you were reading him his best time story. On the bright side, you’d managed to get him to change out of his slightly manky Wookiee onesie and into a clean Buzz Lightyear one. Normally, you would have argued that he couldn’t live in pyjamas, but if it kept him quiet? It was a price you were willing to pay.

‘Night, kiddo.’ You pressed a kiss to his forehead, switching on his nightlight. ‘Remember our deal, yeah? If I buy you a Happy Meal tomorrow, you won’t mention what you saw to any of your friends?’

‘You said library was bad.’

‘No, it’s bribery.’ You corrected him. ‘And do as I say, not as I do.’

‘Sounds bad, but okay.’ He sleepily murmured. ‘Night.’

‘Night.’ You stood up, flicking out his bedroom lights.

‘Wait, mum!’ Jack suddenly sat up, as though he’d remembered something. ‘You never said no.’

‘No to what, buddy?’

‘When I asked if the superhero was my new dad.’

Well, fuck.

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