#stupid fucking ghoul we were robbed
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so i made a post about the differences between ghoul!adam and adam and i decided to make a quick little gifset that sort of shows it a little more!!!
#ghoul!adam makes adam look like such an idiot i want to strangle him#kate rambles#adam milligan#stupid fucking ghoul we were robbed#my gifs
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i just rewatched jump the shark and, in the words of tumblr user adammilligan: stupid fucking ghoul we were robbed
#yes these are pics i took of my phone okay netflix doesn’t allow screenshots >:(#the winchesters were bad towards adam ofc but before the cage they were okay#txt#adam milligan#sam winchester#dean winchester#adam#sam#dean#spn lb
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Chapter 19 - Golden Gowns and Eventful Evenings
I have no excuse, so I will just post this and run
Jaskier and Geralt attend the banquet in Goldfurt together.
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Being the biggest city between Yspaden and Mirt, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that Goldfurt exceeded any and all expectations Jaskier might have had before returning after his twenty-year absence. Being governed by his brother-in-law, Janina’s husband no less, it shouldn’t come as a surprise either that they exceeded them in the wrong direction.
Truth be told, he did not remember a lot about the city from his pre-Oxenfurt days. Of course, they had been obligated to visit the banquet every year, both as neighbours as well as the family of the future Countess, but Jaskier had been barely thirteen the last time he had attended the festivities. The only thing he remembered from that visit was his short-lived infatuation with one of Goldfurt’s squires. It had promptly ended when said squire had basically wiped the floor with him in the training yard during their one and only interaction.
After that unpleasantness he had gladly given a rather wide berth to the city and the castle at its centre. Jaskier had even managed to forestall the unhappy reunion for another year due to a cough at the most convenient of times.
This year, however, there was no excuse in the world that would have made it appropriate for him to stay away. Not with his title, not with his renewed betrothal to Lady Alina. Not with the two newest additions to his household, he was supposed to parade around like a pair of exotic animals.
Jaskier ground his teeth as he tugged at the sleeves of his shirt. ‘Melitele’s tits, I’d gladly attend the dinner if I could leave Ciri and Geralt in Lettenhove,’ he thought bitterly. But that would not only be a grievous insult, it would also rouse more suspicion and rumours than they already did. ‘Best hide them in plain sight.’ And if something unforeseeable were to happen, they could also make a quick escape.
Due to these unforeseen developments, the lack of information had posed quite an obstacle. If there was one particular lesson the twenty years with Geralt had taught him, then it was that ignorance in the face of danger could be fatal. And while one might assume, that a witcher’s lifestyle was much more deadly than a Viscounts, Jaskier would gladly go and fight a dozen ghouls with nothing but his lute, instead of entering the vipers’ nest that was Goldfurt.
Extensive reconnaissance—consisting of squeezing as much information as possible out of his three sisters—had revealed that he might actually have better chance with the ghouls. The silk doublet his servant buttoned up would do little against daggers in the dark or libations laced with poison. Not that he expected his kin and kinfolk-to-be to try and murder him at a dinner party, of course. He expected them to have some decorum at least.
Still, he had entered the city knowing fully well that he was anathema to at least half a dozen invited guests, not least of all their host. On the other hand, which relative of his wife was not anathema to Filip Firkalt? None of them, that was which. It had been one of the primary sources of their entertainment in the past days.
It was no secret that while he and his sisters nursed a precarious love-hate-relationship, the loving aspect was completely lost on the in-laws. The source of that animosity, of course, lay in the title he now bore. The moment his disappearance after his graduation from Oxenfurt had become public knowledge, both of his brothers-in-law had begun vying for what was rightfully his, Kerton with his heir even more so than childless Goldfurt. The fact that he had returned to rob them of what they had already considered theirs, was just another strain on their relationship.
Another of the lessons Geralt had imparted to him, was the importance of a plan. So, not only had the four Pankratz siblings spent their evenings mocking the stupidities they had been forced to endure by the hands of the men in their lives the past two decades, they had also conspired how best to pay them back within the confines of propriety. Two of them, at least. Janina and her blood-tear mourning garb had only been the appetiser for the main course that was to be served at the banquet tonight.
Or rather, it should have been. For the first vital life lesson he had learned on the Path was that every plan, no matter how good or bad, immediately went to shit upon the first contact with the opponents. Theirs had been no exception to the rule. The memory still made him clench his fist in anger. The disrespect shown to him and his sisters by not riding out to greet them was one thing. But he should have punched Goldfurt in the face when he first had called Geralt a dog. ‘Right then and there, castle peace be damned.’
“M’lord?” the attendant fussing over his cuffs called his attention with a meek voice. “Begging your pardon, but you have to let go of that fist, m’lord.”
“Oh,” he replied dumbfounded as his eyes travelled down to the rings he was holding in his hands. “Of course.” Slowly, he uncurled his tightly clenched fingers, while she slipped the signet ring as well as the embellished buttercup ring in place.
Jaskier stared blankly at his mirror image, fighting the urge to smile at the sight of him clad in Lettenhove ochre and muted autumnal colours. It would be the last time to dress for such an occasion before winter undoubtedly would settle in but a few days. He would be in need of a level head as much as a stoic façade for this evening. No matter how much he wanted to shout out his delight over his delivery from the straightjacket that had been his mourning garb. He wouldn’t have a lute to do so anyways, so there was no point in it.
In any way, there was no bard required this evening. He needed to be the Viscount de Lettenhove instead, protecting all those who had sought shelter at his home and hearth for the winter. ‘Geralt chief among them all.’ The witcher had protected him for nigh twenty years of his life, after all. After all these years of watching helplessly as villagers, nobles, and innkeepers had made Geralt’s life miserable, he was finally in a position to repay him. And it was high time that he did so.
“Will that be everything, m’lord?” the servant asked with a coy smile.
“Yes.”
He bowed obediently, still lingering. “Shall I be waiting for your return?”
Jaskier spared him a short considerate glance. He was quite an attractive fellow, although far too young. “Best not,” he answered, doing his best to keep the contempt from dripping into his voice. It wasn’t directed at the servant anyways. “It will be rather late, I’ll wager.” He certainly wasn’t desperate enough to take a man to ben who might not be offering his companionship for his own volition but because of ill-directed instructions he’d received.
Besides, he had a witcher to get to. The servant bolted from the room and Jaskier quickly followed, but not before grabbing the bundle on his bed.
His witcher had been billeted at a ridiculous distance to Jaskier’s own rooms in quarters which found themselves in a distressingly poor state. Well, nothing in Goldfurt Castle classified as ‘poor’ exactly, but in comparison to the usually upheld standard, it was scarcely better than the rug on the floor he’d been offered at first. The unfairness of it all made his blood boil.
Geralt, on the other hand, remained as unfazed as Jaskier was accustomed to. He had even kept him from running back to make good on his first impulse to bestow their host with a bloody nose. Instead, he had praised the quarters and assured him that he would be just fine, before ushering him out.
‘Maybe,’ a treacherous voice in the back of his head hissed, ‘he’s even glad to get away from you.’
Jaskier gnawed on his lower lip. He couldn’t even fault Geralt for that. His own welcome for his oldest friend had been anything but warm and he was well aware of the coldness freezing the air between them. ‘He still hasn’t apologised,’ he reminded himself. ‘Stubborn mule.’ Instead, Geralt had hurt him even more, albeit unknowingly so. Not that that made it hurt any less.
The same door that had slammed shut behind his back a few days prior blocked the path before him now. Jaskier didn’t allow himself a second thought and swung it open. “Ger—” He was with one foot over the threshold already, when he suddenly remembered and the fear of finding Geralt in bed with Marin stole his voice.
“My lord?”
He appeared to be in luck. Geralt was alone in the chamber. And nearly naked. The only strip of fabric on his person was a towel slung low around his hips and the shirt in his hands, his hair still damp from a bath.
“Uhm,” he said eloquently, while he desperately tried to get his thoughts into order. Unfortunately, he did not manage before his mouth started talking without any cerebral input: “You’re not wearing that,” he blurted of all things.
No ‘Good evening, Geralt’, or ‘How are you enjoying your stay, Geralt?’, or even ‘Fuck, why can’t we go back to how it was before, I’m slowly losing my mind, Geralt.’
No, it was 'You're not wearing that.'
If ever there was a moment for the skies to part and the gods to strike him down with a well-placed bolt of lightning, this was certainly is, right before 'You don't want to keep a man with bread in his pants waiting.' What was it about the witcher that made him so exceptionally stupid? Whatever it was, if the gods could hurry up and erase his existence from this earth, Jaskier would be much obliged, thank you very much.
Unfortunately, nothing happened.
Nothing of that sort, at least, because something happened and that was Geralt slowly glancing down at the towel and up at Jaskier again to deadpan: "I wasn't going to."
"Good," Jaskier's mouth ambled on.
He had to hand it to Geralt, the fact that he didn't so much as raise his eyebrows before moving to put on the shirt was undoubtedly one of his greatest displays of discipline so far.
"You're not going to wear that, either," Jaskier continued, slowly regaining control of his words again.
“Why not?” he asked, his voice impossibly honest. As if there was nothing wrong with the black shirt and breeches, he had worn on the day they’d arrived.
“Because,” he quipped and tossed him the bag he was carrying, “you’re not going as a witcher tonight. This is my brother-in-law’s banquet; we have a reputation to uphold. You're my friend and anyone who knows me, which is everyone here, is well aware that the only way my friend is dressed in anything but the finest clothing would be over my dead body. I'd never allow you to stand out for your tastelessness and considering that you don't appear to have a fashion sense for yourself, I'll gladly provide you with assistance."
"Hmm." Geralt cleared his throat and said: "I need to change if you want me to wear that." He flourished the expensive clothes in his hand.
"Right." Jaskier took a breath to steady himself. But somehow, his feet didn't move.
He raised his gaze with an amused expression on his face. "You need to leave the room, my lord, unle-" The expression on his face changed rapidly as if he was just realising what he was saying.
The barbed retort was already on the tip of his tongue: 'Why, Geralt, are you offering I stay to watch?' But the image of him and Marin kissing was much too present in his mind as it was, so Jaskier bit his lip to keep it from escaping. 'He's not mine to keep,' he reminded himself. 'Never has been, never will be.' "Right," he forced out and turned around, "I'll wait for you in the hallway." He wasn't sure either of them would survive the dinner otherwise.
Jaskier did his best to keep from fidgeting and pacing while he waited outside, which was no easy feat considering the nervousness and hum of energy building within him. Normally, he wasn’t prone to fits of anxiousness. Tonight, however, there was so much that could go wrong, so much that would ruin everything, so much—
Mercifully, the spiral of dread was interrupted by the quiet lock of a door behind him, accompanied by Geralt politely clearing his throat.
“Finally!” Jaskier meant to say as he turned on his heel. What got out was more of a garble: "Hngh." Geralt looked... dashing. There was no other word for it, truly. Well other than 'otherworldly beautiful and I can't decide whether the outfit choice was the best or worst idea I had in a long time and shit, I really should have taken that into consideration; he's not yours to keep, Jaskier, get it together, gods damnit!'
Yeah, dashing was much easier than that. Blue suited him, but Jaskier had already known that. He had chosen the outfit for their last ball together as well, after all. But in contrast to that disastrous outfit, the witcher wore clothes that actually fit him, instead of too small things Jaskier had pulled out of his bag. And on top of that, the witcher had the audacity to smirk. "You approve, my lord?"
"I do," Jaskier managed without embarrassing himself further. "We should go," he decreed. "The Count and Countess will make their appearance soon; it is considered terribly impolite to arrive after them."
"And you're only aiming for impolite?" Geralt teased.
Jaskier frowned and quickly looked down to hide a smile. It was true, most of the meticulous planning by him and his sisters prior to this visit had been to be as impolite as possible while still operating within the socially acceptable norms. Janina and her blood-tear mourning garb had been only the beginning of what would undoubtedly come to a head this evening.
Judging by the quiet snort beside him, he wasn’t quick enough. “Geralt,” he spoke up a few moments later.
“My lord?”
He grimaced slightly. “You probably shouldn’t call me that tonight. It would only… raise suspicion.”
The witcher frowned deeply. “And what should I call you then?”
“Julian,” he said simply. “That’s my name, you know.”
“I thought you resented that name.”
‘I do,’ he thought. “I mustn’t,” he answered and continued on into the dining hall. A large part of the nigh two hundred guests had already arrived and heated the room up nicely, in spite of the freezing temperatures outside. A plethora of voices filled his ears, the kind of pleasant buzz that usually promised an eager crowd Jaskier could sail upon. But he couldn't, so now the mix was irritating, fraying his nerves. And it smelt. Not quite enough to actually stink, but that would come soon enough with the fragrances mixing with sweat and food.
All of the sudden, Jaskier pitied Geralt. He knew the witcher had much finer senses than he did and if he was nearly overwhelmed-
A nigh unnoticeable touch at his elbow made him whip around. He stared directly at Geralt's face. "Are you alright?" the witcher asked quietly, concern etched onto every fibre of his body.
"Quite," Jaskier answered stiffly, letting his eyes sweep over the crowd until he spotted Ciri and Józefa at a table directly beneath the dais. “Let us join my lovely sister and cousin, shall we?” the Viscount announced with a bright smile frozen on his face as he crossed the threshold, a gentle hand on Geralt’s elbow to ensure he would follow.
There was no announcement, no herald making their arrival known, yet at least half a dozen heads turned their direction immediately. A hushed whisper spread through the ballroom with each of their footfalls, like ripples on a still lake during a rain shower that turned into a thunderstorm. A few moments passed, none of the attendants quite sure how to react—Julian Pankratz’ return had been surprising to all, disconcerting to most, and relieving to none.
Then: “Julian Pankratz!” a booming voice cut through the backdrop of murmurs, the crowd parting to let the speaker through. “I didn’t think you’d have the guts to show your face here.”
Jaskier’s lips curled into a true smile for but a moment when he recognised him. “Dawid,” he greeted his former friend, wincing slightly when he pounded on his shoulder, “I wouldn’t have if I had known you’d be here.”
The knight laughed at that, slung an arm around his shoulders and pulled him along. After that it was as if a wall had broken down. The journey to their places was torturously slow, continuously interrupted by former friends and lovers, now married and introducing their heirs, enemies and strangers, who sought to curry favours, or just regular attendants who just wanted an excuse to gawk at him.
They had almost made it, the end of their table already in touching distance, when another petitioner approached. It was a young boy, a squire, Jaskier guessed, dressed in Goldfurt’s livery, who bowed deeply. “My lord, my lord Goldfurt sends his regrets for the unfortunate seating situation,” the boy said with a wavering voice. “I am to let you know that there unfortunately is not enough space to accommodate all of your family as well as your witcher.”
Jaskier did not have to look up at the half-empty dais to know it was a blatant lie. “Unfortunate indeed,” he replied curtly.
“However, his lordship asked me to inform you that you yourself are welcome to join him at the high table, as are the two maidens who share his blood. And that you may rest assured, my lord, the witcher will enjoy himself just fine where he is.”
"I thank you kindly," Jaskier answered primly. "If you would do me the favour of relaying a message to her ladyship, now? Tell my sister, what is good enough for my witcher is good enough for me. I do not wish to add any additional strain to our familial relationship than there already is with our presence, which is why I am sure I will enjoy the festivities just as well down here as up there."
The boy stared up at him with wide eyes. "Lady Goldfurt," impressed upon him again. "If possible, in the presence of Lady Kerton." He nodded hastily and disappeared.
When Jaskier turned around with a sigh he was met with Geralt's dark expression. "What?"
"Do you think it advisable-"
He waved his hand around tiredly, continuing his path to Józefa and Ciri. Fuck, he was exhausted already and the banquet hadn't even started yet. "Do not worry about my wisdom, Geralt, I know more about these affairs than you do."
"It's not your wisdom or intelligence I question, I know you have both aplenty. It's your foresight. I do not know you to be a patient man."
"And I am not, but luckily it is not of the essence in this case. I am aware we tread on unfamiliar territory for you, but I grew up here. I am well aware of how far I, Julian of Lettenhove, can go before truly insulting someone. Lucky for us both, it is much farther that either you, Geralt of Rivia, or I, Jaskier the bard, could hope to. If anything, it will reflect poorly on our host to deny me my designated place over such a petty squabble. It will earn us sympathies!"
"What will earn us sympathies?" Ciri's eager voice asked.
"The fact that you will have to make do with this entirely new place for you, cublet, that is not at the side of the host of such a lavish gathering,” Jaskier replied and bowed with a flourish, taking her hand to kiss her knuckles. She giggled. “Madam, what a joy it is to see you. Truly, you are the jewel that crowns this evening; your beauty outshines the rising sun after a moonless night.”
“Thank you, Lord Lettenhove,” she answered with a perfect curtsy, during which the skirts of her dress flared out. Lettenhove ochre, just like his doublet, he noticed, and her dark hair plaited in an updo that must have taken hours to complete. It left no doubts as to where she belonged. She glanced up at him with a malicious glint in her eyes. "Do you know the best part?" she whispered.
He leaned down to her. "Tell me."
"The skirts are so wide, I could still gut a man in it."
Jaskier blinked in surprise; it was the quiet chuckle form Geralt that got him to finally break into laughter. "And what a good thing that is," he assured her.
"Fiona," Józefa chided softly. "I told you not to say that in nice company."
“Of course, cousin,” Ciri replied with a mischievous grin, “I would never.”
"Thank you," he said, rolling his eyes and winked at Ciri. He couldn't stop the feeling of pride welling up within him, but at least he could stop himself from hugging her by approaching his sister and kissing her hand as well. "You, madam, are just as dazzling as our young cousin. I fear I shall be blinded after this night, surrounded by so much beauty."
Behind him he heard Geralt whisper to Ciri: "What answer?"
"I just insulted him politely," Ciri answered just as hushed, evidently very proud himself.
Józefa huffed and crossed her arms under her chest. She was wearing an expensive red robe with orange embroidery and primroses etched on the edge. "You are a woeful waffler, brother. But you look good, too. Nice and proper."
"Nice and proper indeed," Jaskier replied and straightened his impeccable doublet. "You think I can fool them into thinking I am just as much of a stuck-up prick as my father was and as they are?"
"Hmm," she hummed and cast a quick glance around. "I think you already have. Maybe yell at a few servants or refuse to speak to any of the ladies if the topic is not their beauty if you really want to drive the point home."
He nodded thoughtfully. "Working on it, sister dearest. I'm working on it." He clapped his hands and smiled brightly. "Well, let's get comfortable, shall we?" he chirped and pulled the chair back for his sister and Ciri in turn.
When he turned to Geralt and quirked a curious eyebrow when he still found him standing. The witcher looked back and forth between Jaskier and his two wards before shrugging. Geralt pulled back his seat with the mockery of a bow.
He huffed a quiet laugh. "Thank you, my friend," Jaskier said with a subtle touch to Geralt's shoulder as he sat down.
"You're welcome. Julian," he said, as if he was probing out the taste of the unfamiliar name in his lips. A moment later he grimaced, as if it was particularly disgusting.
Jaskier was almost about to tease him about him when the great doors opened and Lord Goldfurt walked in with Janina on his arm. His sister looked magnificent, if he dared say so himself. While she usually didn't indulge in the luxuries that her advantageous marriage granted her, Jaskier was sure that she was wearing the most luxurious dress she had donned since her wedding. It was in dark and subdued tones, almost dark enough to count as mourning, that screamed "Lettenhove" at the same time.
Jaskier smirked. It had been a brilliant idea on Justyna's part.
The unhappy pair stopped before the dais, Janina stone-faced and Filip with a smile that fooled no-one. "My dear friends," he greeted them, "I am overjoyed that I am able to greet all of you once again at the beginning of this new year. May it bring prosperity and health for all of us. Especially my estranged brother-in-law, Julian Pankratz who has finally ascended to his rightful place as Lord Lettenhove. It's an honour and a pleasure to finally host the famous Pankratz siblings again. A shame that you are missing one of your matching set. What do you say, Julian? A toast of the famous poet!"
Jaskier rose from his seat to the thundering applause and bowed exaggeratedly. Somehow, this was the most calming thing he had done in months. "Thank you, thank you," he placated. " I fear neither honour nor pleasure are the words our hosts usually describe us with." It roused a laugh from the crowd. "But, for the sake of this tradition, we will behave.
"I am thrilled, though I am entirely undeserving of the praise. Here's to my sisters, who are more beautiful than a bouquet of larkspurs. To the Count of Goldfurt, our gracious host. It is my utmost joy to finally be reunited with my family and my home. To Redania! And to his beautiful lady wife, my sister, Janina of Lettenhove."
He could practically feel the temperature drop in the hall as soon as he had uttered the last words, all eyes trained on Goldfurt to see how he might react. He practically didn't react at all, besides begrudgingly raising his goblet to his mouth and taking the tiniest of sips. "To home," he agreed reluctantly, "and my lady wife."
Janina, on the other hand, barely contained her grin and drank a big gulp. "To home," she said as well and the toast echoed through the hall, slowly reciprocated by all of the guests. The toasts were mixed with murmurs of confusion that died as soon as the food started to appear.
The banquet itself was a dreary affair as noble banquets often were, especially if the people at your table were of the quiet sort. And what was Geralt if not the quietest of them all?
Still, Jaskier delighted in pointing out the Counts, Barons and knights to Ciri. Between Józefa and himself they managed not only to call up old history lessons of their neighbours and their connections to Lettenhove, but also a fair share of gossip as the first course was served: fish. Oh, and what fish it was. Platters upon platters of smoked cod was passed in front of them, along with roast pike and fat carps in beer sauce, accompanied with little pastries of perch, trout, and salmon.
It was good. No, divine even. Not as good as Ana's cooking at home, but that was hard to beat. Apart from that it might be the best food he'd eaten in years.
"Did you know," Józefa stage-whispered and leaned over to him, "that three years ago Goldfurt's aunt was found in flagrante with Dergetten's elder sister?"
Jaskier gasped, pretending to be scandalised. "You're kidding. That old bag?"
"What's in flagrante?" Ciri wanted to know and Geralt choked on his food. "Jaskier, what's it mean?"
"Umm," he felt his cheeks grow hot. "You know what? Geralt will gladly explain that to you." The witcher shot him a mean glare that betrayed that, no, he absolutely would not. At this point he decided that it was best to change the topic. "Do you see that old knight over there?" he asked and discreetly pointed at the table across the dance floor from them. "He's supposed to be a dragon slayer."
Geralt snorted disbelievingly, and Jaskier shrugged. "Oh, we all know he's a liar. He's got the dragon's wings hanging in his hall, I've seen them. If you ask me, it's a bat he killed. And not even an especially large one."
Ciri giggled at that and Jaskier happily continued to dish out child-appropriate rumours as the next round of dishes for them to choose from was paraded around. It was poultry next, roast chickens, chicken pastries, scalloped chickens. But also, a dozen herons, little carrot-nests with fieldfares, and truffled capon. And all along the wine flowed freely. Est-Est was brought out by the barrel, as well as dry reds, sweet whites and even the odd sparkling wine in between. Normally, Jaskier would have indulged happily, but he had the feeling that he should keep a clear head for the evening. Besides, he had monitor Ciri's alcohol intake, who readily charmed the servants into slipping another sip into her watered-down wine.
They had just advanced to the main courses—fourteen suckling pigs, two dozen roast veal, eight whole boars, a handful of oxen, with thick gravy, cooked and fried and braised roots and an overabundance of cabbages. White cabbages, red cabbages, pickled cabbage, cabbage salad—oh, how he missed Toussaint in the winter—when some puffed-up peacock playing at being a poet swaggered onto the dance floor. Jaskier huffed and crossed his arms, pointedly ignoring Geralt's bemused stares. 'The bardlet isn't even good,' Jaskier noted and forced himself to stop listening, else he might work himself into a rage over the blatant display of negative talent, that's what it was—
Geralt relieved a servant of her pitcher to refill both their goblets. Upon seeing Jaskier's questioning expression he shrugged. "Might make it more bearable for both of us," he explained and nudged the cup towards him. "This night I won't suffer sober."
He laughed hoarsely and clinked their cups together before taking a large gulp. "To sobriety, then."
"To banquets," Geralt added and glanced over to Ciri, "and no more surprises."
"What are you two talking about?" she wanted to know.
"The last banquet we attended together," Jaskier answered, steadfastly trying to ignore how his heart hurt at the thought. "It's where... we met your mother."
"Oh." She perked up at that, although her eyes seemed to grow sadder. "Was it... was it similar?"
"No," Jaskier said, just as Geralt replied: "Yes."
They blinked at each other for a moment before looking away. Jaskier tried to ignore the curious look Ciri gave him before she was distracted by Józefa again, the gods bless her soul. He was sure the little princess wasn't listening anymore and he was even more sure that Geralt was well aware of it, when the witcher growled: "The music was better."
"Excuse me?" he squeaked. Quickly, he cleared his throat. "Excuse me?" he asked again
He leaned over to him and Jaskier eyed him warily. "The bard's shit," he hissed. "Can't even carry a simple tune."
Well. That wasn't untrue. But hearing it from Geralt made him nearly spit out his wine. "You think all bards are shit," he responded as soon as he had recovered from his coughing fit.
"Bull-fucking-shit," Geralt growled. "I like your singing well enough."
He raised an incredulous eyebrow. "You called my singing a fillingless pie."
He shrugged. "And I still think that's true. Tasty crust," he impaled a piece of pie on his fork, "no filling." He pointed his fork at Jaskier. "Pretty voice, empty lyrics."
"Oh, so you think I have a pretty voice?" the words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself. "Anything else about me that appeals to your artistic eye?"
"Hmm," Geralt answered and raked his eyes over Jaskier's body before quickly hiding his smile behind his goblet. Not quickly enough, though. His cheeks grew hot with the blush and he frowned darkly.
'Stop it,' he commanded himself. 'No use reading meanings into something where nothing's there.' He drained his water glass. He was is desperate need of a clear head, for he was quite aware that the heat coursing through his body was not merely caused by the many people getting drunk in the room.
At least he could distract himself with dessert being served: sweet pumpkin pies and baked, stuffed apples, red berry groats and oat biscuits with honey and cinnamon. Jaskier was quick enough to snatch the cup of mulled wine out of Ciri's hands, but could hardly protest the platter laden with all different kinds of sweets—not when his plate didn't look any different.
He passed the goblet he had just salvaged over to Geralt, who just scoffed. "Oh, now he's ripping off your songs," the witcher grumbled. "Ridiculous."
Jaskier sighed. "Let him." He knew there were enough impostors; he had stopped caring years ago.
"He's not even getting the lyrics right."
"I thought they were empty anyways," he remarked and popped a biscuit into his mouth.
"Not the point."
"Jaskier," Ciri interrupted them, "they're starting to dance."
He frowned as he saw Goldfurt leading Janina onto the dance floor to signify the end of the dinner. He sighed as he caught Lady Alina's eye on the other side of the hall. No doubt he would be expected to share at least one dance with his betrothed, for propriety's sake.
"I suppose you should join them, Julian," Geralt quipped and crossed his arms as they watched Justyna and Damian join them on the dance floor.
"I suppose I should."
"Well?"
He rolled his eyes. "Maybe later. For the moment, allow me to abuse your presence to hide from my duties." He watched his two sisters dance when another thought hit him: "Wait, how do you know that the lyrics are wrong?"
Jaskier could've sworn he saw a blush creep up Geralt's cheeks as the witcher grumbled something unintelligible and hid behind his tankard again.
"Geralt of Rivia," Jaskier gasped indignantly, "are you trying to tell me, you memorised my songs?"
"Don't flatter yourself."
“I—” Jaskier began, only to be interrupted by Józefa: “Julian,” she called his attention. “I believe you should honour the Lady Alina with a dance.”
“Fine,” he ground out and rose to his feet. “I believe I have to surrender you to my sister’s care for a while, so I fear our conversation will have to come to a close for the moment.”
“Pity,” the witcher grumbled and leaned back in his seat, obviously not finding it a pity at all.
Jaskier laughed as if he had just told a joke. “Do try to enjoy yourself, my friend.” He winked, though his heart sank. “I’ll be back.”
He wasn’t quite sure if he should be relieved or not to leave the witcher and his sour mood behind, though he was sure that his own mood grew worse with every step. Eyes and whispers clung to him all along the way, although he pretended not to hear.
He couldn’t deny them their right to gossip; they were landed gentry after all, what else were they supposed to do with their pitiable lives? He’d just prefer that gossip to be limited to him and not the newest two additions to his household.
He had been hesitant, at first, to bring both of them to Goldfurt. Truly the last thing on earth they needed was more attention on Lettenhove. But after some long talks with Józefa they had come to the conclusion that there were rumours anyways. Not bringing the two of them along would look even more conspicuous.
In the end, he wasn’t the one who found his betrothed, for she beat him to the chase. “Lord Lettenhove,” she called for his attention.
“Lady Alina,” he did little to mask his surprise. “You’re just the one I was looking for.”
“Were you now?” She raised her eyebrows. “No doubt for the same reasons as I do.”
“And which might those be?”
“To satisfy my brother’s demands that we socialise, of course,” she replied and raised her fan to hide her exaggerated yawn. “Is there not a question you should ask me?”
Jaskier bowed gracefully. "May I have this dance, my lady?"
“You may.” She barely even bothered with a curtsy before she let herself be led to the centre of the dance floor. The spent about half of the dance in icy silence, before Lady Alina finally spoke up: “So, are the rumours true then?”
“Rumours?” he feigned ignorance.
She snorted. “Do not insult me, Lettenhove. We both know that you are well aware what I am talking about.”
Of course, he knew. The whole society talked about nothing else but Fiona Nowak’s parents. There was a myriad of different stories where she came from and why she was in Lettenhove now, many of which he and Józefa had planted themselves. The most wide-spread, however, was the only one that he had actually tried to extinguish: “If you want to pretend, you’re more stupid than you actually are, fine. Let me be frank, my lord. Is young Miss Nowak your bastard daughter?”
He locked his jaw. “Those rumours are none that I encouraged,” he answered curtly.
“That does not answer my question.”
“And yet it is the only answer I will give on that matter,” he insisted. He had no wish to discuss the matter any further, so he was not quite sure what made him continue talking: “Though it is true that she is very dear to me, as is her safety. I would do anything to keep her safe.”
“How admirable,” she responded drily. “Though again, I would have thought the cleverness of your sisters runs in the family. I am disappointed to see that it doesn’t.”
He raised his eyebrows. ‘Ouch.’ Were he a man easily slighted, he would have taken offence. In reality, though, he was only impressed. “Are you well acquainted with them, my lady?”
“With some better than others. Did you know that I spent a few years in Nowigrad?”
He tensed up and she laughed.
“Of course, you did. You avoided the city like the plague back then.” Lady Alina smiled politely. “Well, Jolanta sends her regards.”
He frowned. She had never told him that she knew his former fiancée.
“She also lets you know that another friend of yours is growing restless with… this.” She made a vague gesture at the gossiping nobles around them.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I could not say, my lord, I am but the messenger.” The music stopped and she stepped back from him immediately. “I believe we have satisfied our duties. Good night, my lord.”
Even after leaving his fiancée in the arms of another, the dancing did not stop. Instead of his feet tracing patterns over the floor, his words took over as he found himself getting sucked deeper and deeper into the deadly dance of deception that was so popular with all nobles. Whenever he spun, trying to step off the dance floor of politics he found himself in the slippery grasp of yet another opponent. Chief among them, of course, were his sisters.
"Despicable old bag," Janina hissed, still eyeing the dowager Baroness he had rescued her from. "She's rotten to the bone."
"A Dergetten through and through," he agreed. "Józefa told me she’s the reason Lady Zibold came down with that horrible stomach sickness two years ago."
"Really, Julek?" She rolled her eyes. "You, churning the rumour mill?"
He shrugged. He had never claimed to be above these petty squabbles; he was landed gentry, after all, what else was he supposed to do with his pitiable life?
He spun away from her, soon to be embraced by another lady. All the while he danced, he could hear the rumours continue to spread like wildfire.
“Did you hear Lettenhove had the witcher bring his bastard to his keep?” he heard one nobleman whisper.
“She’s supposed to be the daughter of some whore,” another quipped.
“Don’t be a fool, Alma, she’s the Countess de Stael’s daughter; remember how she retreated to a temple for a few months a decade ago?”
“No, she has elf blood in her veins, it’s why he hid her.”
On and on the whispers went and Jaskier couldn’t help but roll his eyes at them. Not a single one of them got even close to the truth. He supposed he had to be grateful for that and he couldn’t resist the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when he saw her. She was hand in hand with Daria, sweeping over the dance floor and disturbing this dancing couples in the process.
He spun a web of lies to evade a landed knight’s curious questions and found himself on the dancefloor again within the blink of an eye, Justyna in his arms.
"I am glad to see her so joyous," he said with a fond smile as Ciri and Daria swept past them again, nearly knocking Janina and Goldfurt over in the process. "Both of them." His smile widened even more when he saw her keeping her husband from reprimanding them. 'You can't hide from me, Janka,' he thought triumphantly, 'she's gotten to you just as much as to the rest of us.'
Justyna hummed her approval. "She's a sullen child, is she not? I feared she might faint during our first meeting."
Jaskier sighed. "She's been through a lot, Konwalia. She's seen so many bad things, worse than anything you or me can imagine, and she's just a child."
He stepped away to bow to her as she spun away from him. When he pulled her close again, she averted her gaze. "Maybe I didn't give you enough credit. Maybe you might be able to understand."
“Maybe I might be,” he agreed cautiously. “Where’s Julek, by the way? I don’t think I’ve seen him in hours.”
"He's— Miss Nina put him to bed. He was... not feeling well."
"He's a quiet boy."
"He is. Easily overwhelmed, too. He doesn't smile a lot either. He's a good boy, though," she assured him quickly.
"That I do not doubt," he said and smiled. She didn't return it. "Justyna?" Her gaze flickered away nervously as she tugged on her sleeve. It was a bad habit their father had beaten out of her even before he'd left. It worried him. “You—I am aware that you think me unable to comprehend your worries, and maybe you are right and I am. However, I hope that you would still confide in me after all these years. If there is anything short of murder and treason within my power to help you and yours, I will do it, without hesitation.”
She kept silent for a few more moments, looking uneasy. "It's Damian," she told him quietly. "He believes him a changeling."
He huffed disbelievingly. “A changeling?”
“Yes,” she confirmed. “That’s what he settled for after accusing me of adultery first. He does not believe that a son of his could be this—”
“Inadequate?” Jaskier offered, well-acquainted with that particular paternal sentiment.
“He is not what he wants his son to be. Not courageous, not knightly enough, while Daria is—not enough of a boy to be precisely that.”
“And isn’t that a familiar tune?” Jaskier sighed quietly. “I am sorry your son takes this much after his namesake.”
“I am not.” She raised her chin defiantly. “For I love his namesake, just as I love my son.”
“I am glad to hear that.” The song ended and they both took a step backwards. Jaskier reached down and gently lifted her knuckles to his lips. “Worry not, my lady. For the time being, you are guests in Lettenhove, protected by my castle peace. And I happen to be quite fond of cowards, monsters, and inadequate children.”
Her expression softened. “I know you are. Thank you, Jaskier.”
He squeezed her hand briefly, before excusing himself, in desperate need of a drink—and a conversation with a certain witcher, he believed. The ballroom floor was as dangerous a terrain as it had been the whole evening, but Jaskier deftly dodged those who threatened to converse with him before collapsing in the chair next to Geralt. "Finally," he sighed and gladly took the goblet his witcher handed him.
“Did you have fun, Julian?” Geralt asked him and Jaskier raised an incredulous eyebrow.
“Did I look like I was having fun?” he countered.
“I am sure there was quite a number of attendants you managed to fool.” The unspoken ‘but not me’ hang heavy in the air between them and for a moment he allowed himself to bask in the familiarity of that. Jaskier closed his eyes, the noise and smell and lights draining away with every heartbeat until he could pretend it was just the two of them in a lonely clearing, sharing a skin of sour wine. Just them, just friends, just a witcher and his bard.
The illusion was sundered all too soon by a voice they had suffered all too long for one evening already. "Good sirs, might I persuade you to make a request?” Jaskier opened his eyes again and found himself staring into the young and bright-eyed face of a bard whose hopes and dreams were surely about to be crushed. The boy smiled widely and bowed. “Along with a bit of constructive criticism, mayhaps?"
Jaskier exchanged a quick glance with Geralt and, slowly and deliberately, set down his goblet as he waited for the answer he knew would come: "You changed the lyrics," Geralt stated, "not for the better."
"And how would you know?" the bardling asked with too much enthusiasm and tilted his head to the side. He gave them both a thorough look before gasping with excitement. "Oh, I know who you are! You're the witcher, Geralt of Rivia. And you-" He turned to Jaskier and his eyes grew wide. "Master Jaskier!" He bowed deeply. "It's an honour to meet you, truly it is. I have studied all of your work, sir, I am one of your greatest admirers."
He did his best to hide his pained expression with a smile. "I fear I do not go by that name anymore. I am old and weary; it is time for the new generation to get a chance. Viscount Lettenhove, if you please."
“Of course, my lord. And, if I may be so bold: wise words, wise words indeed,” the bard preened, too caught up in his speech to notice Geralt’s elbow landing in Jaskier’s ribcage or the wheeze that escaped him at that. "Might I humbly request a piece of advice of you? It would honour me greatly, no matter—”
"You may," he interrupted him and shot a glance at Geralt. "Stop singing other people's songs."
"But-"
"Don't interrupt him," Geralt growled.
“Thank you, my witcher,” Jaskier said and twirled his goblet in his hand. “See, young man, here’s the issue: you may be a bard, might even call yourself a strolling minstrel, and yet you are living off another’s hard work. I do not begrudge you for it; repeating songs you have heard certainly is a way to make your living. Mind you, however, that a poet, a troubadour, a veritable minstrel is, first and foremost, an artist.”
“But—” the bardling laughed nervously. “But I do not paint pictures.”
“Evidently,” Geralt grumbled just as Jaskier asked: “Don’t you?” He sighed and took a sip. “I certainly did. My experiences were my canvas, my emotions my paints, my aching heart my brush. Which is why I cannot sing the songs of another. How can you aspire to give a true performance, pour your heart and soul into it, if you don't even know what you're singing? You're still young, so go out into the world while you still have the chance. See if you don't find something that's worth singing about."
"How will I know that I have found such a thing?"
"Oh,” he stared into his goblet, “you will."
"But what is it? Will my heart stop when I spot it? Will—Will I lay my life on the line for it? Is it something worth dying for?"
"No," Jaskier said softly, "your life will stop, that much is true; but it isn't something that ends so much as something that begins. You will know when you have found something worth singing about, when you find something worth living for."
Next to him, his witcher choked on his wine.
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[cont. from ask thread here]
@ask-the-giant-ghoul :
He raised an eyebrow, watching her light something he hasn’t seen in a long time. She seemed strong. Strong and sturdy and definitely not like most the people who crawled through the streets he currently watched. Boss had mentioned a couple folks weren’t exactly your normal junkie, but he was getting more than used to the rabbled usually being too occupied with their jet than himself. Didn’t quite blend in like he did in the underworld, but most here didn’t bother him. Hell a few were even friendly, not that he wanted them to be. The little shit on the radio had wasted more than enough of his time, though he didn’t have it in him to shoo him away. Stupid innocent ass kid.
Not that he minded the company. Sure as hell beat trying to keep his eyelids from fallin while watching people stoned out of the gourds try to get into trouble only to fall on their faces after two steps. Whatever they were selling out of that old motel, it kicked ass. Worse than anything he’d seen in the Capital. The drugs…and the people. Whoever this little hellfire was, he doubted she’d think twice about kicking his ass if she wanted to. She had that look of someone who’d seen far too much and lived through what would have killed a lesser person.
“Charon” he grunted, shaking a cigarette out of the mostly full pack Daisy had thrown at him last week. Wasn’t much of a smoker, but some nights warranted it and Charlie had upped his prices again. Robot would rob them all blind by the end of the month. “Boss send ya?”
Boss?
The tall ghoul’s stance and air suddenly made sense; hired muscle. Guy was some flavor of mercenary, and if he was in Goodneighbor...
“Hancock?” A faint smile pulled at her face, one she wasn’t entirely aware of as hazel eyes focused down on what she was doing, watching the end of the plastic tube curl inward as the heat from the lighter caused it to melt ever-so-slightly. When she was satisfied, the lighter was capped and shifted between fingers to hold it, fishing out the metal tip of what might have once been a high quality ballpoint pen. The rest of the item was missing, just the empty tip pressed into the end of the plastic tube and the melted edges forming around the rim like a wax seal.
No doubt the outside observer had assumed she’d asked for a light for a cigarette or otherwise, but that was not the case. She was building something out of junk she’d picked up, and needed a heat source that was mild enough to melt the plastic without burning it.
“I did come by to see him, but he didn’t send me anywhere. We’re... negotiating.”
Not a lie, though it omitted all the major details. As well as the occasional flirtation.
“You’ll probably see me around for the next few days, whilst we work out all the bits and pieces.”
Honestly, she felt like she was burning the candle at both ends. Between a scavenging run into the ruins earlier that day, and a too-long session of hashing out some kind of official alliance between Goodneighbor and the Minutemen over the evening hours, she was fairly certain the only thing still holding her together was the tightly wound spring of tension that never released between her shoulders. She kept a good poker face, but underneath? She was fucking exhausted.
Doing something tactile, like building a new tool for maintaining her gear, was about as close as she was going to get to anything relaxing.
“What’d John hire you on for?”
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Absolution
Summary:
noun: formal release from guilt, obligation, or punishment
The Capital Wasteland lauded the Lone Wanderer as a hero, a Messiah, a savior who's willing to give her life for the Good Fight. Beyond the legends, the propaganda, and the mythification that surrounded her legacy, there is only one person who knew her bare soul. She gave him his absolution, and now he will fight for hers.
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February 5, 2278.
The doctor’s words sank in. No. It’s the other way around. I have no one else but her.
After that first incident with the Brotherhood, I had been more vigilant in protecting Percy more than ever. Dr. Li and the few scribes she had authorized are the only people allowed inside Percy’s room, and the scribes who are allowed in need to be accompanied by the doctor at all times, never unsupervised. There were people all over the wasteland whose lives she touched that wanted to see her. Some of the teenagers she helped in Big Town came by yesterday but they were turned away. Moira Brown, the annoying scientist who runs Craterside Supply in Megaton, came by too. She wasn’t allowed inside. Less work for me.
Dr. Li was in the middle of taking Percy’s blood pressure when the intercom crackled. “Dr. Li, there’s some kid insisting that they see Percy Zhou. I’m telling him to leave but he’s persistent.”
“Not another wastelander wanting to see her. It’s the fourth time today,” Dr. Li sighs, walking towards the intercom. “I thought I made myself clear the first time. No visitors.”
Then, the boy’s voice comes in, accompanied with a dog’s bark. “Hey! Don’t you know who I am? I’m the Butch DeLoria! Percy and I grew up together in the Vault! We’re even in a gang together! Let me i-”
“Get off that! Dr. Li should I-”
“He’s being truthful,” I finally say when the doctor starts massaging her temples.
“You know who he is? Can he be trusted?”
I weigh my options. On one hand, he can be, and he brought Percy’s dog with him. On the other hand, I would have to put up with that obnoxious piece of shit again.
“Yes.”
The doctor leans into the intercom. “Send him in.”
The door swings open and the Brotherhood grunts shove the guest in. He looks exactly the same as the first time I saw him, save for the wasteland grime and the white shirt and jeans he had in place of his vault suit underneath his leather jacket, identical to the one Percy wears when she’s not in her armor. Comb in hand, the pretty boy greaser fixed up his stupid pompadour. Percy’s dog bounds towards me, panting and wagging his tail.
Maybe this visit wouldn’t be so unpleasant after all.
“I said watch the hair, goddammit,” he snarls at the tin cans. They just shrugged and left.
“And who are you?” Dr. Li cuts in, holding a medical clipboard with a stern expression on her face. It resembles Percy’s, at times. Honestly, it’s weird.
“Butch DeLoria, y’know, the new barber in Rivet City? Percy’s gang leader? Anyway, where’s Percy? I brought Dogmeat with me, I thought that he’d- oh. Damn.”
DeLoria shut his damn mouth up when he saw Percy lying unconscious on the gurney, tubes attached to her body and living on life support. Her skin, though now free of burns, is still ghostly pale, and her lips still tinged blue. Her hair stopped falling off, but she still lost clumps. Breathing faint, still bleeding in some places, but alive.
“Perce, what happened to you?” he mumbles, walking over to her. His face sags and so does his shoulders. Pretty boy reached out to touch her, but I placed an arm to hold him back, and shook my head. Dogmeat sniffs his mistress' hand and I hold him off as well, which earned me a whine.
“Hey, what’s the big idea?”
“Her immune system is still compromised,” Dr. Li speaks up, wedging herself between Percy and us, and she puts her gloves on.
“Whaddaya mean, doc?”
“Persephone is suffering from aplastic anemia due to the radiation exposure damaging her bone marrow. It means her red blood cells, white blood cells, and platelet count are plummeting. Her body is too weak to ward off even the most benign infections. Platelet transfusions and antibiotics keep her protected but we can never be too careful. It’s miraculous she’s still alive and recovering well for someone who was exposed to a lethal dose of radiation.”
“Damn, doc, English please.” The greaser is starting to get on my nerves, and the doctor’s too. Secretly, I had hoped she would throw him out.
“She is vulnerable and you can kill her with your germs. Now please, one of the scribes will come in soon to clean and disinfect her bedpan and I need to administer some medication. Privacy would be appreciated.”
“Oh. Um. Okay. I’ll just hang with Charon here,” Butch replies. His shoulders sag even further.
“Charon, if you could please ensure that our guest behaves himself so I can tend to Persephone, it would be appreciated,” Dr. Li tells me.
Dammit.
For the first time since she was admitted, I left Percy’s room. Usually, I’d just turn around when the scribes come to clean up after her. Now, I’m stuck with this ass. I’m not sure if I should be relieved that he’s not being himself. The two of us sat in silence on a bench nearby, a seat apart, where Dogmeat sat down. The dog’s resting his head on my lap, and I pet his scarred face, remembering how Percy cried when we almost lost him to a deathclaw in Olney. I settled in my seat. Greaser boy didn’t.
“Hey,” he finally breaks the silence, much to my dismay. I’m not in a conversational mood. I just want to watch over my partner.
“Look man, I know you’re not much of a talker, but I need to get this out,” Butch speaks up, staring at his feet. “I don’t know if Percy ever talked about me, but, I’ve been an ass to her. I hurt her when we were kids, and I hurt her a lot.”
Pretty boy sniffs, lights a cigarette, and offers one to me as well. I take it, and he lights it for me. “Somehow she still had it in her to forgive me for being an ass and we became partners in crime. Then she loved me, trusted me, and I threw that away. Fuck, I’m surprised she still let me back into her life as a friend.”
“Where are you going with this?”
Silence.
DeLoria glares at me, a look of regret and envy in his eyes. What the hell?
“I saw how you look at her.”
“What.” I didn’t mean to say it out loud.
“I had a hunch her joke about you being her new boyfriend wasn’t one. I should be insulted that Percy would rather be with a ghoul than me, but hey, as long as she’s happy huh?”
“What the fuck are you talking about.” The words were bitter and flat, coming from my mouth.
“Wait, I thought you two were together together.”
“What.”
DeLoria groans and palms at the back of the nape. “Man, Perce almost broke my jaw when I called you a zombie in the vault, remember? You two are obviously tight, then some of those Brotherhood assholes were talking about how she’s riding ghoul dick. I thought I put two and two together.”
I couldn’t help myself. I stood up and grabbed him by the collar, fuming. The cigarette falls from his mouth as I push him against the wall. “My partner is unconscious, barely alive, and a distasteful comment about her is the last thing I want to hear.”
I wanted to break his jaw for real. The kid smells like aftershave, cigarette smoke, and fresh, adrenalized sweat. All of the false bravado he had drained from his face.
“Whoa, calm down! Don’t shoot the messenger, geez. I’m an ass, but I’d be the last to talk shit about Percy. Not after what she’s been through. Take it out on the Brotherhood, not me!”
“What else are they saying?”
“Well, one of them called you a freak, a zombie, a cradle-robbing corpse, a-”
“I do not concern myself with what they say about me. What did they say about my partner?”
“They called her a bleeding heart, a ghoul fucker and a mutant lover, I don’t know, dammit. I just got here, remember?”
I let him go before I hurt him with my misplaced anger. We pick up our fallen cigarettes. DeLoria straightens his jacket.
“Man, you’re too intense. Chill, won’t you?” He tosses a stick of bubblegum to me and I catch it with one hand. “Here. I was supposed to bring ‘em for Percy but, yeah. I didn’t know she ain’t awake. Guy on the radio just said that she’s alive thanks to you.”
I grunted in acknowledgement, and unwrapped the bubblegum. Damn sugar is going to rot my teeth, and I’m fortunate enough to still have most of them, but I couldn’t help it. It’s a habit I picked up from travelling with my partner. I pop it in my mouth and sit back down on the bench, contemplating.
What DeLoria told me explains the weight behind Li’s words when she said that she didn’t care what the nature of my relationship with my partner was. Percy cleaned up the wasteland, started the damn purifier, and almost died as a result, and she receives not a single ounce of respect. Just because she chose to be associated with me.
I can’t help but resent the Brotherhood even more. Ungrateful bastards.
“Dammit, I’m not good with this heart-to-heart bullshit. I don’t care, just… never stop taking care of Percy, okay?”
I nod at him. He's resting his head on his hands. “Screw it, I’m off. I’ll try to visit again soon. I’ll leave the dog here. If- when she wakes up, tell her I’ll do her hair for her. It’s a mess.”
DeLoria finally stands up and dusts his jacket. He walks away wordlessly, head hung low on his shoulders.
Once again, I’m left with my thoughts.
I pondered on the rumors about our relationship.
Percy is the first friend I made in a long time. My condition did not bother her. She went out of her way to put any bigot in their place, even when their words had no effect on me. She shared with me her bubblegum, Nuka-Cola, her books, the roof over her head, and a whole lot more. She’s my first employer who treated me as an equal, and the only to grant me freedom from my contract.
Percy cannot be harboring feelings for an old, damaged ghoul like me. Hell, her ex-boyfriend is a pretty boy. I can’t fucking compete with that. She, as Carol said, is a pretty, young smoothskin. A happy future with a smoothskin spouse is what she deserves. A liaison with me would be terrible for her. Ghouls already face enough bigotry on a daily basis. Merely being accused of fucking one can have dire consequences for a smoothskin. Bigots will lynch her, whether I did touch her or not.
She doesn’t deserve that.
She deserves better than me.
I crushed the cigarette under my heel and grimaced. I went back inside Percy’s room after Dr. Li gave me the all-clear, Dogmeat following close behind. At the foot of her bed, I sat once more, this time with a mutt on my lap. I look at Percy’s sleeping form, the tubes, and the medical equipment.
I need to hear her laugh again. I need to touch her. I need to hold her hand, and close it around mine. I need to feel her warmth pressed against my chest. I need to feel her lips against my ruined mouth again, just like in the rotunda.
In the five months I knew her, Percy stirred something in me, and I did my best to hold it in. I was scared; it’s unfamiliar.
The kiss she gave me before she went in the purifier forced me to confront the truth. Everything I had suppressed rushed to the surface.
Is it love?
Whatever it is, it gave me hope.
It ruined me.
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Tobias Forge is reflecting on Ghost’s spooky success
Grammy-winning metallers Ghost are the perfect Halloween soundtrack. With a UK arena tour on the go, frontman Tobias Forge reflects on their journey so far.
Thirty-one years ago, in Linköping, Sweden, a mean old teacher stood in the way of her young freedom-loving pupil. She was condescending and bitter; she didn’t like talking back; she didn’t like heavy metal… and she was deeply Christian. She also inadvertently provided essential kindling for the biggest, most theatrical, occult rock act in the world today.
That student was Tobias Forge, now the mastermind behind Grammy-winning metal band Ghost. “I found it so weird that she was supposed to be representing good and she was just a mean, backward-thinking bag of shit, basically,” he tells The Big Issue. “That was generally my impression of Christianity, and of Christians: they were mean and stupid and didn’t like fun things. And so, fuck them.”
Steeped in infernal imagery and horror movies, Ghost is precisely the band you need at this most haunted time of year. Revelling in a backstory based in a semi-fictitious cult, they’ve been fronted by a series of Satanic priests (each of them actually Forge) with the rest of the band made up of masked musicians known as Nameless Ghouls. After cycling through four incarnations of skull-faced Pope Papa Emeritus, Ghost’s frontman is currently rejoicing in the persona of ambitious and light-footed Cardinal Copia.
Their live show – due to hit the UK in its biggest-ever incarnation very soon – is as much ritual as gig. Recalling the dark pomp of Alice Cooper or Kiss, they leave a wave of ‘Grucifix’-wearing converts in their wake.
We spoke to Tobias Forge between shows on the American leg of their Ultimate Tour Named Death…
TBI: Can you tell us a bit about what we can expect for your upcoming UK dates?
Tobias Forge: You will have basically the tour that we are on now – we’re just shipping that over to Europe. So, it’s a full production, arena show. Which is very, very cool. I am very happy about that because we’ve never really done like a full show in the UK ever.
For a long time we were stuck in the academy circuit. The academy circuit is so whimsical, it’s like, one venue might be okay – like the Manchester Apollo is nice and then you go to other cities, and the stages are just absolutely bullshit. So small, you can’t do anything. My motto is that if you pay the same money to see the show, you should get the same thing. Right?
That seems fair.
I’ve always been extremely adamant about moving into rooms where we can bring our own stage and bring our own production. And that’s what we’re doing this time. And I’m very happy about that.
It’s almost Halloween… do you have a favourite horror film?
I don’t have one favourite horror film, I have many. I generally believe that the best horror films were made by filmmakers who did one horror film and the rest of them they did was thrillers and drama. One example is Stanley Kubrick. The Shining is definitely one of the best horror films ever made. And so is Jaws. And so is Silence of the Lambs. The Exorcist. Dracula, Ford Coppola’s version, is one of my favourite films of all time.
A horror film shouldn’t just be about that spectacular death or that jump scare. Now, everything is just about jump scares. That’s not cool.
In Rats [the lead single for latest album Prequelle], you sing about living in times of turmoil, which we certainly are. Do you think that Ghost has a message for us in those times?
I think that there’s a message there if you want. Ironically, we’re not trying to preach. We’re here to entertain, to make you feel better about yourself, to feel content with life, and inspire you to live. And, to whatever extent we can, aid people and the world to either become a better place… or to not become a worse place.
In the greater scheme of things, I don’t think that we’re, you know, significant enough for the world to change, but who knows?
You attract a larger female contingent than we see for most metal acts. Do you have a theory about why that is?
A few years back when we were a little bit more clandestine, and people in general didn’t know who we were, I believe that part of the attraction was the fact that you could place whomever you wanted underneath that mask. [Forge’s identity as the leader of Ghost was only unveiled in 2017 as a result of a court case filed by his former bandmates over their share of revenue for the band.] So, whomever you fancy you can just pretend that was the person. But on the other hand, I also think that there’s the same rules of attraction – the music probably attracts people and the show probably attracts people. I don’t see that there’s that big of a difference between boys and girls.
And there are not many bands that finish their gigs with an ode to the female orgasm [the song Monstrance Clock]. So that has to help.
Right. That’s important stuff.
Do you miss the greater degree of anonymity that you used to have before you were ‘unmasked’?
I still have the luxury of being able to differentiate between myself and my onstage character, which is a luxury that many artists don’t have. I am not expected to be anything like my character in private. So, I’m still very fortunate.
I did not choose to dictate the imagery of this band based on the fact that I was shy, or I didn’t want to be famous. I wanted to be as famous and recognised as anyone else putting a guitar onto his or her crotch. But over the years of having both – being in a famous band, but not being super famous myself – I’ve come to enjoy the fact that I can go in and out of that.
I am not asocial but I definitely have an asocial streak, that I need to be by myself. I like to just go around y myself and I like to do simple things. I like to go to dive bars to play pinball. I like to go to record stores – and I like to do it by myself or in the company of a few friends. If I can still do that, I’m a happy boy.
Of course, to those of us watching closely, it wasn’t a full surprise whenever when you were unmasked. There were a few leaks. Rob Zombie memorably posted an Instagram photo with you without your mask. I wonder, did you rap his knuckles afterwards?
No. He explained it as just a mistake. He has no reason to flaunt a picture like that. It doesn’t serve him, his purposes. And he’s not a junkie, that way. You know, of ‘like’s, or whatever. I really, really didn’t feel in any way that he was doing it with any malice or any intent.
He seems like a cool guy.
Oh, yeah. He’s a very cool guy. Very nice.
I wanted to ask you about Satanism, because it seems to be having a bit of a moment just now, especially following the release of The Satanic Temple documentary Hail Satan?I know that many of the followers of The Satanic Temple are big fans of yours. Is it welcome to have to have them in your corner?
Anything that has to do with – loosely coined – ‘Satanism’ is, of course, up my alley. It’s part of my DNA. As long as, the peddlers of whatever faith that is are still positive – and it doesn’t involve certain negative elements, and it doesn’t involve violence against innocents – I am for it.
Prequelle has seen Ghost grow even bigger – how do you plan to follow it?
I won’t go into detail. But let’s just put it this way… the next must be built on the momentum that we’re leaving off now. And where we’re leaving off is playing arenas. We need to make an album that sounds like an arena band. I cannot just phone a record in and pretend that I have nothing to live up to. It doesn’t work like that.
THE BIG ISSUE
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🍒 | All through the night
✎sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ➳ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴛᴇʟ ɪs ʜᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀʟɪᴇ ɢᴇᴛs...ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ...
ᴀ/ɴ: ɪ sᴏʀᴛᴀ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴀɴᴄʏ ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛ ɪɴ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs sᴇᴀsᴏɴ 2 ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 'ʙᴜʟʟsʜɪᴛ' sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ 😂
✰ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs✰
-strong language
-alcohol, drugs and mentions of sex
-CUDDLES ♡♡♡
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↠ O C T O B E R 23, 2019 ☆
The hotel has been a great success thanks to the most known demon, Alastor. Charlie wanted to do something spectacular for the goal she is achieving, her plans was just a friendly mini celebration in the bar but our slutty spider over here kept nagging many reasons on why he should make a huge massive party.
"Angel not trying to be rude but let's just stick with something small for the celebration, can we?" She politely asked the effeminate demon "Awe Charles babe, this is the opportunity to rob me some dick this nig-" he got interrupted when Alastor's staff slammed the floor "OKAAAY I think I've heard enough of your unclean nonsense!" Alastor spoke than said "I like Mrs. Magne's state of thought over yours you twat!" Charlie had a blank expression on her face.
"Forgive me Charlie for saying this, but I agree with this slut over, we need rebel timing once in a while you know..." Vaggie said towards her friend "Alright lets take a fair vote, who here goes with Angel's idea?" She asked. Angel, Vaggie, Husk and Niffty rose their hands up, Charlie and Alastor were the only ones with their hands down.
"Okay, OKAY! Angel's idea!" Angel made a victory dance in front of everyone "YESSSS!
YOU HEARD THAT SON OF BITCHES?! IM YOUR FUCKING PARTY HOST!!" Vaggie than stormed out "BRUH JUST SHUT.THE.FUCK.UP! DAMN! Vaggie groaned loudly.
"Sweetheart may I have a word with you? Please?" Alastor asked his little doe "Um sure??" Charlie questioned him, as they went to the end of the hallway, alone, Alastor started "No..." Charlie had a puzzled face at his word "Excuse me?" Alastor still kept his terrifying smile on "NO. I'm not allowing this ridiculous festive celebration, Don't you know how many morons out there capable of doing? Especially me standing the fact of others showing a lewd interest on my little flower."
Charlie snickered "C'mon Al, we both need this! And I promise you after the party all give you all my attention to you and cuddles!" Alastor's ears rose up excited, he absolutely adores snuggling with his jewel and her attention is his most prized possession.
"You interested me dear, let's do this ridiculous event shall we?"
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Time has passed real fast. The Friday night was full with unknown demons. When Angel throws parties it is extremely wild. Ghouls and demons smoking, drinking heavy whisky and having erotic moments in bedrooms, that's the main reason why Alastor didn't want to attend. But he had to, he wanted to. Cuddles and attention from Charlie is the best reward ever.
Also because Charlie deserved excitement, he can't keep on bossing her around like a minor. He needed to treat her properly like a gentlemen. A teenage girl needed to experience rebel timings.
He sat on the bar being forced to listen to modern music. But it all went silent when his eyes glued on the goddess before him. Charlie is currently wearing a tight red turtleneck sweater, black jean leggings, red converse and her hair was formed in a messy yet aesthetic bun.
"Looking lovely my lady" Alastor gave a friendly smile instead of his usual creepy one. She smiled warmly "Thanks! Now lets drink!"
Alastor's eyes widened on what she said, No, he had to keep her safe, so he set some ground rules by showing how great of a love partner he is "Woah, Woah, WOAH. You've got to promise me some things dear." Charlie groaned "Sure go ahead..." Alastor cleared his throat and said "No alcohol, no drugs, you can't interact with any other man but me!" Alastor sounded serious, he just wanted the best for her "Alastor! Do you think I'm an idiot? You know I ain't doing any of that!" She reassured him and kissed his cheek, he smirked, instead of kissing her cheek, he planted a kiss on her soft lips "Good."
The first 30 minutes for the pair was dancing, it was delightful for Alastor to show other lunatics that his doe is already claimed by him. The all mighty Radio Demon. As their dances slowly became tiring, Charlie's throat became dry, it was a single for thirst.
"Al I'm thirsty! Where are the drinks?" Charlie shouted-because of the loud music-
"Over there sweetheart" Alastor pointed to the drinking area. Charlie thanked him and went over the liquid station.
As she went to the bar, she found Angel Dust being himself but way much worse. "Hiya toots, how's you and Strawberry Pimp? How does his dick taste like?" Angel nagged the same vulgar topics, all what Charlie could express is cringe and laughter. "Wow you're a real asshole you know that?" The princess shook her head playfully and chuckled "Tell me something I don't know Queen!" Angel snickered and laugh.
"Anyways, you want a drink?" He asked her "Oh Alastor says I'm not allowed to drink. I'll just grab water!" She said "Are you serious Charlie?! It's a damn party, do something that you want to do." Charlie froze up then looked at him "Something that I want to do?" Charlie questioned the spider "Yes! Not Alastor, not Vaggie. You." He responded, Charlie smirked. Of course a girl like needed to be a rebel in occasions like this.
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Charlie already got down with 3 cups of Vodka and obviously it was a cause of nonsense escaping from her lips "YEESSSSSS! I NEED MORE OF THIS SHIT!!!" She shouted "YES QUEEN! LET OUT YOUR REBEL SIDE!" He handed her more than 5 cups of Vodka.
Meanwhile with Alastor, he sat on a magenta couch with husk while scanning the room for his princess "Aye motherfucker, where is your slut?" Husk asked him while chugging an unknown liquid "AYE! AYE! shut that mouth of yours! Your inappropriate language was never asked from me!" But then he narrowed when he found a drinking Angel Dust walking weirdly at the two males-Alastor of course had an irritated look in his eyes.
"Aye Alastor! Your girlfriend drank too much and now she's crying in the ladies room" Angel stammered with the drunk accent blocking his voice.
Okay now that made Alastor pissed, his grin grew larger of rage; his avatar now seen as the radio form "For god sake! I specifically told her to not drink" he shouted bit had to maintain calm.
"Yea Well I encouraged her not to listen to you! Give the girl a fucking break she's just having fun!" Angel shouted over the loud music.
Alastor growled and speed up to the restroom finding Charlie sobbing on the sink for an unknown reason. "Dear! What in the name of hell is going on?" He rubbed her back gently "THERE IS NO MORE VODKA LEFT!!! DON'T YOU KNOW HOW DEPRESSING THAT IS?!" Alastor face palmed at her answer
"You have clearly promised me that you won't do stupidity, and here you are now!" Alastor said with disappointment.
"You're not the boss of me!" Charlie pouted and went to the hallway angrily.
Alastor sighed and followed her. "Charlotte Magne! Stop with this ridiculous attitude and lay down for an hour or two, you're going to injure yourself." Alastor shouted seriously. "You ain't my dad! Or a damn police! Stop following me-" she was going to add on but Angel screamed saying "CHARLIE THERE IS MORE VODKA!" Charlie cheered but Alastor prevented her from doing so by pinning her against the wall.
"OH NO YOU DON'T! Charlie quit it! Your going get yourself sick by drinking to much alcohol!" Alastor gave her a creepy stare but of a blink of an eye she was gone because Angel grabbed her by the arm dragging her back to the fun.
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"You're lucky I saved your ass out there! Damn your so lucky he pinned you against the wall bitch!" Charlie hiccupped and rolled her eyes "MEH, it doesn't matter no more, I just want to experience this!" Charlie reached for the raspberry wine bit a certain someone tackled her "NO ALCOHOL YOUNG LADY!" Alastor of course said, and now the annoyed bar in Charlie filled up, she knew she was sick of this crap.
Alastor grabbed Charlie's wrists "Charlie you've had enough drinks for today!" He shouted but Charlie let out grunts and annoyed whines "GET OFF! SCREW YOU!" Her wrists got loose from his palms and pushed him weakly on his chest. Then she grabbed a cup of raspberry wine "NO CHARLIE ENOUGH!" He tackled her once more.
But as the two demons lost their grip, the vodka spilt all over Charlie's clothing, oh how she hated the cold contacts roaming all over. A ton of "ooooo's" were released from the party "OOOH. ALASTOR IS GOING TO GET HIS ASS SPANKED!" Angel laughed hysterically. The blonde glared at The Radio Demon.
"The hell is wrong with you..." she rushed at the ladies room again, and tried to force the stains to go away with a cloth which was no use.
"Dear stop, it's not doing any help" Alastor said with an unimpressive tone.
Charlie's breathe hitched up her throat. She could also feel the bile bubbling up from her stomach and up her gullet, threatening to come up as well. She could tell that she was about to vomit by the feeling of her mouth was over-salivating.
"Oh fuck.." She muttered and now...She let the puke out. She had no time rush at the business led, so her taints were spilled out on the sink.
"I told you to not drink and what do you do? Keep on drinking" but he helped her anyways by grabbing a handful of her hair (since her bun got loose) and stylized it as a ponytail.
"I thought you wanted this?????" She questioned him with a tone of soft and sloppy.
"I never wanted this first off Charlie, I'm just here because you wanted to!"
"It's Bullshit" she stuttered. Alastor rolled his eyes.
"It's not dear" he told her.
"BULLSHIT" -Charlie
"IT'S NOT!" -Alastor
"BULLSHIT!" -Charlie
"NO.IT.ISNOT.!" -Alastor
"No you!" -Charlie
...
"You're bullshiiit" she corrected him with a sloppy tone, Alastor narrowed his eyes at her "Excuse me?" He sounded disappointed and confused with his smile with a horrifying unknown definition. "L-like, l-l-like YOU, you keep on
prev-v-enting me from having fun...You're always acting like a fucking piece of boredom when I choose fun...Am I like your bitch or somethin to always agree with you?....It's bullshit"
He kept quiet but before he could say anything she continued once more "Y-you.. you're a c-clone of my father... a-always bossing and f-following me a-around like if I'm a god damn pet. It's bullshit Alastor, it's absolute bullshit..." she stammered like if a young being was trying to finish their first sentence.
"Dear Charlotte, that is disgusting language you're speaking, I'm taking you home!"
"Who's Alastor? I don't know him?" Charlie shrugged her shoulders, "What in the name of Lucifer are you talking about!" Alastor scoffed at her saying.
"UGH! YOU NEVER LET ME DO ANYTHING! IT'S ALWAYS YOU, YOU, YOU AND YOU!" She yelled "Just let me have fun!" She begged as well.
He calmed himself down and said softly "Oh Charlie can't you see? Angel is making you look like a piece of dirt...just like him" he muttered the last part "But the main reason is that I want to protect you!" Charlie had a puzzled look on her face then unexpectedly by Alastor she went off topic by saying the most dumbest thing ever.
"Are ya single babe???" She cooed him with a flirt tone. No. He couldn't have this. She couldn't become a clone of that porn star.
"No. I'm taken..." He reassured her. She frowned like a toddler and whined "But I want to date you sooo badly!!" Once again an unexpected action happened to Charlie. She passed out. Alastor sighed and picked her up in a bridal style "I have no other choice but to bring to my place" he said breathlessly.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED" Vaggie stormed seeing the image of Charlie in a bad look "Look dear, Don't shove me with insults! Thanks to the filthy spider she's in a bad form" Alastor explained, Vaggie gave a cold stare to The Spider.
"YOU ASSHOLE JUST-WELL JUST LOOK AT HER! BECAUSE OF YOU SHE LOOKS LIKE SHIT!!!" She raged on "AYE WELL LOOK AT THIS STRAWBERRY MOTHERFUCKER! HE TREATS HER LIKE IF SHE'S A MACHINE! CHARLIE IS A DEMON WHO IS ALLOWED TO MAKE HER OWN CHOICES! AND SHE CHOICE THE RIGHT ONE! Having.fun!!" Angel defended himself and of course Charlie.
Alastor than knew this lunatic was right. FOR ONCE. She's just trying to have fun than regretting it at the morning. Was he really that controllable towards her?
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So he left Vaggie and Angel arguing like if nothing happened. Time skipped and arrived at his location. Alastor gently laid his sunflower on the finest bed in his mansion, he undressed her kindly since he had to respect his partner's nature.
He clothed her with a red night shirt and black leggings.
He adjust her hair behind her ear, stroking her cheek "Goodnight My Sleeping Beauty" he shut off the lights and left to his bedroom and with no hesitation he shut his eyes.
ɴᴇxᴛ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ
Her eyes fluttered from the harm hell light reflection against her lids. Her head felt overheated, she started shivering uncontrollably from the pain running around her stomach and her head. "Ah! My dear you've awoken! I'm glad you had a great rest...for 18 hours..." he chuckled the last part.
She really did had a night on her own after all. The Deer handed her a warm cup of tea along with an almond muffin, "Oh thanks Al but, was I really that drunk?" She laughed at the image of her doing stupidity.
"Oh sweetheart! Trust me you really were" he laughed. "I mean come on. It wasn't that bad...was it?" She asked nervously "Well the idiot spider fellow gave you more than 5 drinks. So you called a BuLlShIt over and over, you said you had no clue who I was and you started to flirt with me....so yes it was very bad honey" he stated it all. Charlie was a bit surprised that Alastor cursed for the first time. Well it did sounded of though.
"Geez, I'm sorry you had to put up with all my mess" Charlie apologize, "As much I don't want to admit it darling, it gave a good laugh seeing your different side of you!" He laughed and held Charlie closer "I would kiss you right now but I don't want to get sick" he petted her wavy hair.
The following hours became when Charlie was no longer ill. Their noses nuzzling against each other was absolutely adoring to see and feel.
When the night came, Alastor wrapped his cinnamon roll with fluffy blankets bring him close to his chest, his palm fitted like a glove around Charlie's fragile little head. He absolutely adored it when her little nose nuzzled his chest softly. Just like a soft kitten in the arms of its owner.
↠ T H E E N D ☆
ʙʀᴜʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ sʜᴏᴛ ɪs ᴛʀᴀsʜ *ᴍᴀᴅ ғᴀᴄᴇ*
ᴏɢʜᴏʜᴏᴏᴏ ғʏᴠғʀʏᴠᴛʏᴛᴜғ4ᴋ6sᴊɢғ5ᴏᴄɪᴛxʏᴛɪᴠ.
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴜғғʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ :)
ɪ sᴡᴇᴀʀ ɪ'ᴍ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ 'ᴍᴏɴ ᴀᴍᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏɴ ᴀᴍɪ' <:(
ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs....
ϙᴏᴛᴅ: ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢs? ɪғ sᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs?
ᴀ: ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ, ᴀʟᴇxᴇɪ, ᴍɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴇᴇʟᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏʙɪɴ ʙᴜᴄᴋʟᴇʏ <3
-ʀᴏsᴇ 🌻🍒🦋
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Yandere ghouls from Copia's era?
Been waiting for one of these. Anon, you are making me live right now.
Remember. You should not condone this behavior. If you’re in a relationship with any of these, leave and get help please. It’s not a safe thing to be in.
Aether: He won’t be noticeable with his actions. It’s just regular ole’ Aether to everyone. This ghoul will start with small things first, wanting to spend more time with you, always being by your side when you’re near. But as time goes on you’ll start noticing things missing, like your hairbrush, your favorite shirt, and even your underwear. If you ever rant to Aether about your stuff starting to come up missing, he’ll just give you ideas and even lie to you about what’s going on. “I seen Rain have that yellow shirt you always wear.. What? It’s missing? I’m sorry about that.. Maybe you should stay far away from Rain.” A master of manipulation. Oh? You like someone? It’s really a shame that when they seen you next time, they pushed you away and screamed at you. Good thing Aether will be there to comfort you after. Soon enough he’s going to ask you out. For the love of any Gods should you reject him, he’s going to show a side no one has seen before. I hope you’re comfortable with gags and a tight closet while strapped to a slim bed, cause that’s where you’ll be.. forever with him, just like you should be. (See: Manipulative type.)
Dewdrop: You caught his eye? You won’t notice. Dewy will continue being that raging fire ghoul that you know. He’s not the type to slowly progress his feeling known for you, he’s going to fucking show it. Not in the good way. If you’re talking to another ghoul, Dewdrop will growl at them, pulling you away from them. “I don’t trust them. They always have a bad aura.” He’ll claim. Dewdrop is going to, and will, break you. Ask him for advice on an outfit? “Don’t. You’re going to drawn unwanted attention. Someone will harm you if you’re looking like that. What are you? Stupid?” Did you argue with someone you’re close to? “It’s your fault for even bringing it up, you should’ve just let it be.” If you cry from his words, he’ll act sympathetic. Telling you he’s sorry but it’s the truth, maybe you should just stick with him from now on. He’ll protect you and always be with you, no matter what you ‘do’. If you ever get him mad, he’s not afraid to strike you. And he won’t be gentle with it. Piss him off REALLY bad, you’re no longer going to ever feel the sun on your skin again. Have fun being stuck in a dungeon room. (See: Sadistic type.)
Rain: Oh, no one expects this cutie! How could they? Rain would just love to hold your hand and curl up into your side. If you let him, Rain will stay curled up on your lap. You’re going to be stuck there for a long while though. He’ll fall asleep or fake it so you won’t move him, he doesn’t want to let you go! If you have to use the bathroom, he’s still going to stay there. It’s alright! He doesn’t mind your heavenly fluid on him. When he ‘wakes up’, he’s just going to purr and press against the feeling slightly. That’s a part of you! He loves it. The little water ghoul will always be by your side, should you have to leave he’s going to cry and cry and cry until you get back. “I don’t want you to leave me!! I don’t want to be alone!! Please.. I don’t want to be left alone..” Rain is completely harmless. At least, that’s what you think. He’s seen a Member of Sin staring at you, especially at the wrong places. You’ll hear cries the next day as the Clergy morns, their very own was found drowned in the lake nearby. Apparent suicide. Rain will always bring you gifts of appreciation, sometimes shells or coral from the lake! One time he even brought you a ring he found from the bottom of the water. Lucifer help you if you slept with Rain. You’ll wake up in tight binds and gaged. Despite your struggle, Rain will stay straddled on your lap, grinding softly. “Don’t you see? I have to have you by my side.. I can’t live without you. Now you’ll never leave me!” (See: Clingy type.)
Mountain: Oh fuck, oh Lucifer. You must be a fallen angel sent for him. He’s never going to talk to you, but he’ll watch and follow. Remember that locket you got for your 16th birthday? Gone. Those lacy panties/Comfortable shorts that you like wearing when you feel confident and feeling a bit sexy? Gone. Mountain feels like he doesn’t deserve to even touch you, or even like you. He’s ashamed for even LOOKING at you. He’s got to keep you to himself. But how? You’ll start noticing glares from your once friends. How dare you start that rumor about them! Get out of their face! if you go to Sister Imperator or even a Papa for advice, they will turn you away. Nihili will be the only one able to just stand you. But not for long. The rest of the ghouls will hiss at you, just get away from them before they go animalistic on you. That’s right, turn to Mountain. He won’t look at you in the eye, for he is ashamed. If you touch him, he’s going to cry. Mountain doesn’t deserve your holy touch, but he’ll hug back. Soon enough, he’s the only one you can be by. You’ll move into his room as yours frequently becomes destroyed or robbed by other Clergy members. It’s fine! You can have his bed! He’ll sleep on the floor. Should you let him between you, you’re never leaving. If you try to leave him, you’re going to be killed. Don’t worry! You’ll be beautiful forever and he’ll always take care of your corpse. His perfect doll. (See: Obsessive and Stalker type.)
Swiss (Warning): Swiss adores you! Hopefully you adore him back. Unlike the rest of his band mates, he’s quick to snatch you up. Flowers, gifts, even sex if you’ll allow. It’s going to get out of hand. You’ll find you room broken into, underwear pulled out with obvious stains on most of them. Even your pillows and blanket. That’s the tip of the ice burg. Love your hair? It’ll be cut short one night. “Cara Mia!! What happened to your hair? I swear, I’ll find whoever did this and kill them. I promise.” In reality, it was him who has done it. He has a shrine of you, Swiss worships it every day. Your hair, underwear, a photo, and even the sex toy you used. If anyone were to touch you or even look at you, he’s not afraid to rid of them. You are HIS and his alone! Swiss isn’t afraid to kill, and if you ever witness him killing, pray for your soul. He’ll chloroform you when you’re in your room, about to fall asleep after packing all of your belongings to leave. Waking up is something you wish you haven’t done. You’ll be in a sound proof room, far, far underground. Scream all you want, no one will hear you. If you look around the room, you’ll see all your stuff placed nicely around it. Besides, everyone thought you left the clergy. No one is coming to look for you. Swiss will feed you well, bathe you, and even fuck you raw. You have no choice. If your body will allow, he’ll try to get you pregnant, so you’ll always have a part of him in you. You won’t leave him. (See: Possessive and Obsessive type.)
The Ghoulettes (Cirrus and Cumulus): These beautiful girls are much like Rain. They always want you by your side! Should you show affection for one of them, the other will try and win you over as well. This is a tag-team. Get one, you get the other. Cumulus will serenade and bring you gifts, Cirrus bringing you the best kill she’s ever had and gathers for you. If you like someone else but still have an interest in a Ghoulette, they’re going to take care of that problem. No one else can have you but them! Smothering you in their scent with cuddles, even sex, and bites. Everyone will know who you belong to. Should some dumb soul still try and get with you, their actions will get worse. Forbidding you to leave their quarters, they’ll use the excuse “We’re scared that, that clergy member will harm you.. Besides, it looked like you were sick this morning! Well, we think you are! Please just stay here.. for us? Plleassee? Thank you!” The Ghoulettes aren’t afraid of killing their own band mates so they can keep you. Not even a papa can get in their way. There’s a reason Female Ghouls aren’t to be messed with. Do not defy them, they will turn on you. Locking you away is just one thing, torture is another. Don’t worry! They’ll patch you up! You won’t defy them again, will you? (See: Possessive, Clingy, Obsessive, Overprotective, and Manipulative type.)
#🖊️ speaks#the band ghost#ghost bc#nameless ghoul#multi ghoul#rain ghoul#aether ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#mountain ghoul#ghoulettes#yandere headcannons#yandere
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cracky fic premise free to a good home
i did this in the wrong order, i posted it to DW when i should have just put it here where the possibly two people in the entire world who would care, who are not people I know, could find it in the tags. not that tag search works on tumblr. not that tumblr works anymore. but anyway! i’ll repost this and then manually delete the crosspost when it comes through, lol.
There is literally no one in the world besides me who will ever want to either read or write this story, but I definitely want to read it way more than I want to write it, and I'm busy, so. All anyone's getting is this entry, probably.
This was prompted by watching a Buzzfeed Unsolved episode. The guys were in London, in a supposedly-haunted old tavern, and at one point they went down into a cellar, and there was a trapdoor in the cellar floor that led to an underground river that used to flood that room on the regular until some engineering feat diverted it somehow, and the basement of the tavern had these cells in some of the rooms, and there used to be horrifying ancient jails on either side of the tavern and so there were theories that the cellars used to connect to one or the other of the prisons, and
well, it made me think of Death of the Necromancer, and the terrifying ruins in the sewers, and how it opens with Valiarde and his gang trying to rob a safe in the basement of an old Great House only to find that the corridor into the cellars of a long-ago torn-down Great House next door is infested with ghouls, and...
Listen, ok, there's got to be a way to cross over Buzzfeed Unsolved and Death of the Necromancer, somehow. Can you imagine? A pair of idiot fucking Americans heavily laden with stupid fucking camera gear and a "spirit box" wandering into a haunted Rienish sewer and Ryan is doing that face he makes where his eyes become huge and his mouth disappears, and Shane is like "this smells fucking awful, come on ghouls, kill me so I don't have to smell this anymore" and then Constance fucking Macob comes lurking out of the depths and Arisilde out of his mind on opium with his white hair all standing on end straight-up apparates through a wall and is like "oh no gentlemen, this won't do at all," and Ryan just starts screaming and won't stop, and Shane is like "well there's probably a reasonable explanation for all of this, I just don't know what it is," and Nicholas Valiarde has put his false moustache back on and is pretending to be a cop so he can hustle them out of there so these innocent idiots don't get caught in the middle of the necromancy shit, and Ryan is still just giving out this one unrelenting long scream and Shane is like "okay the real unsolved mystery is how he doesn't need to breathe" and Madeleine is grimly loading her muff pistol so she can shoot Ryan to make him stop making that noise and only Madele stepping up and rendering him unconscious with her thumb to the middle of his forehead saves them all, and Shane is like "hey wait what's that hulking thing, is that a person or what" and then Arisilde obliterates Macob in a flash of pure white light and Shane's like "aw your camera flash scared that guy off, weird" and when Ryan wakes up Shane's just like "I dunno man but the look on your face was pretty great" (ooh edited to add: then they review the tape and they can't tell what's going on because mostly the audio recording is Ryan unrelentingly screaming, and then Madele's power cuts all the equipment out and Shane's like "yeah but we can't be sure it wasn't the batteries" and Ryan's like IT WAS GHOSTS and Shane's like "how would you know???" and it remains... Unsolved.)
Yeah I dunno where Ronsarde and Halle are either, I'm just getting an early start on February shitposting I guess.
(original post here)
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I think you brought this up in a previous post briefly, but how much of the ghoul do you think is Adam?
!!!! okay so long story short: i think the ghoul replicated a few of his mannerisms, but ABSOLUTELY not his personality.
i'll start with his personality. adam is, as proven by 5x18, VERY defensive over the idea that anyone can get to claim the title of "family" just because they're related to him. exhibit a:
GHOUL!ADAM: I've got brothers? [...] Well, you're my brothers. You're telling me the truth, right? [Yeah.] Then I believe you.
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ADAM: So we may be blood, but we are not family. My mom is my family. And if I do my job, I get to see her again. So no offense, but she's the one I give a rat's ass about, not you.
another thing about his personality that the ghoul did not act out on is adam's complete and utter willingness to do the opposite of what people say:
SAM: I'm gonna teach you a few things.
GHOUL!ADAM: Uh, Dean said—
SAM: I know what Dean said. And I know what it's like to want revenge.
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SAM: Going somewhere?
ADAM [after trying to walk out the door while no one was looking]: Out for a...beer.
^^^and like sam's line above in 4x19, here's another thing: as proven by 15x08, adam is not the revenge type.
GHOUL!ADAM: This thing killed my mom. If you're hunting it, I want in. [...] I'll do it. Whatever it takes, I’ll do it. I want to do it.
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ADAM [after being abandoned in hell for centuries]: [There's nothing we can say to fix that.] How about, uh...I'm sorry?
more than that, the ghoul greatly exaggerated adam's fear levels when it comes to stressful situations:
GHOUL!ADAM: No, don't tell me to take it easy, okay? My house is a crime scene, my mom's probably dead, and you two—well, you tell me to call the cops, but you got to bail before they show? So, who are you really?
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ADAM: So you lied...about everything. Oh, you son of a bitch. [stands up, ready to fight] Yeah, I'm not gonna let you do this.
ANOTHER topic that the ghoul falsified is the topic of john winchester:
GHOUL!ADAM: When I was twelve. My mom had one of his old numbers, and—and after I begged her—God, 24/7—she finally called him. God, when John heard he had a son, he raced to town. I mean, he dropped everything. He drove all night. He would swing by once a year or so. He taught me poker and pool and even bought me my first beer when I was fifteen. And, uh...he showed me how to drive. Dad, he had this beautiful 'sixty-seven Impala—
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ADAM: No, John Winchester was some guy that took me to a baseball game once a year. I don't have a dad. [...] Do you know how full of crap you are?Really. You see, it was me and it was my mom. That's it. She worked the graveyard shift at the hospital. I cooked my own dinners. I put myself to bed. So you can say whatever you want about our dad, but the truth is, I would have taken anything.
while the ghoul portrays a sense of hero-worship (in its efforts to lure sam and dean into a false sense of security) the truth is that adam didn't like john. at all. he was extremely bitter at him for never being around to help pay the bills and ease all the stress his mom had to go through and he was bitter because he had to grow up too fast because his mom couldn't be around because she was trying to pay the bills.
now, onto mannerisms:
while there are some things that the ghoul exaggerated to make adam seem more like a naive little kid (the open usage of [dumb-looking] facial expressions around people he didn't know, the unconfident [slow tbh] gaze/walk compared to adam's confident posture, the way his mouth always fucking hung open for some reason, etc.) there were a couple things that i think actually fit adam's character:
one: the scene where ghoul!adam puts the napkin on his lap
adam (when he wasn't being surrounded by people he didn't like/didn't know) was typically very polite. think how he acted in 5x18 in the room with zachariah: hands folded, not taking up too much space, etc. out of everything the ghoul did, this is the action that didn't seem so out-of-character for a good kid who knows how to act polite in front of strangers when he wants.
another thing: the sort of bouncing movement that the ghoul does to represent nervousness
while adam didn't do this in either 5x18 or 15x08, it's proven in 15x08 that adam is really and truly expressive around people he trusts (more facial expressions, CONSTANT usage of talking with his hands, moving around a lot [head, limbs, etc]) so if the ghoul was trying to make the point that "adam" trusted sam and dean, something like this would be the way to do it.
but while i'm on this train, let me point out the biggest difference in mannerisms that the ghoul very specifically didn't do to get sam and dean to trust it: adam's reservedness.
i've said it a few times, but adam is not one to let anything show in front of people he doesn't trust. he's quiet(er), he's reserved, and he mostly keeps his emotions (and outbursts) on a metaphorical backburner until something really pokes him where he doesn't like it (i.e. being called family by two completely random strangers). even when he talked about john to sam, his face was cold and composed and didn't let anything show. we see that again in 15x08, where he lets himself express bitterness at the winchesters (but note again how quietly he did it and how composed he was when he did it) in front of michael, his friend of many years who he trusted.
there are a total of three times adam breaks composure: one, to chew out sam and dean for having the nerve to call him family in 5x18; two, when he was yelling for help when michael was descending in 5x18; and three, when he was trying not to cry after dean apologized in 15x08. even then, the only one where he even marginally raises his voice (aside from yelling for help: that doesn't count for obvious reasons) is when he's frustrated at sam and dean. and this is something that the ghoul doesn't follow through with: instead, it makes adam erratic, emotional, prone to outbursts; it made adam act like a stereotypical teenager instead of someone who grew up too fast and learned to mask his emotions like adam does.
overall, while the ghoul did get close to a couple of things about adam, it was ultimately about the furthest copy from adam that anyone could be. in the end, the goal was to bait sam and dean with the act so it and its sister could eat them—and the plan worked. so yeah!
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Let’s get more Personal!
are you under 18? Nope
do you have siblings?, if yes how many? Yep, one!
can you art? I think I can (I can post something I’ve done if you guys want to see)
can you sing? Nah
can you act? I guess so?
turn ons? Funny, Dom, Not really sure what else to say tbh lol
turn offs? People that are dicks!
top 5 favorite bands? Oof this is hard, right now I guess Set It Off, 3OH!3, Get Scared, My Chemical Romance, and Gorillaz
top five favorite singers? Sabrina Carpenter, Machine Gun Kelly, Jonathan Young, Todrick Hall, and Avril Lavigne
least favorite singers? Meghan Trainor, Sia, Taylor Swift, and Demi Lavato. Those are only a few I could think of.
fave artists? Vincent Van Gogh, Leonardo Da Vinci, Tim Burton, I honestly can’t think of that many right now.
favorite actors? Again I have a few but number one is and always will be Matthew Gray Gubler. Others are Jordan Connor, Richard Harmon, Colton Haynes, Corey Fogelmanis, Rob Raco, Skeet Ulrich, Chandler Riggs, Ross Lynch, Grant Gustin, Mark Sheppard, Cassey Cott, Tom Felton, Evan Peters, Christian Kane, and that’s all I can think of right now.
favorite actresses? Emily Bett Rickards, Ruby Rose, Vanessa Morgan, Dove Cameron, Lilli Reinhart, Kat Dennings, Madelaine Petsch, Madchen Amick, Um I know there’s more but I can’t think of them :(
how may fandoms are you in? Oof too many probably lol
top 5 fandoms? Riverdale, The 100, Criminal Minds, Harry Potter, and Batman I guess lol
on a scale from 1 to 10, how dramatic are you? Depends on the situation but normally like a 3 probably
can you cook? Oh my god! I love cooking! So yes
a random fact about about you? Um I can sculpt and do SFX makeup!
how many places have you been? Not many, like 7 or 8 states and never out of the country
top 6 shows? The 100, Riverdale, Criminal Minds, Arrow, American Horror Story, and White Collar (I watch way more though)
fave movie franchises? Harry Potter, Pirates of the Caribbean, Star Wars, Batman (Mainly 1966), Thor, Captain America, DeadPool, Um that’s all I can think of
Disney or Dreamworks? Both but mainly Disney
top 3 childhood shows? Cyberchase, Zoboomafoo, and Bear in the Big Blue House (Going really little childhood shows)
how many schools have you been to? Four so far
somewhere you want to go one day? England, France, Ireland, Russia, and Canada. Probably more but those are the main ones.
straight or nah? Nah
LGBTQ+ supporter? Well I’m Bi so yeah
favorite school subject? Math and Art
least favorite school subject? Gym, is that a subject?
Food? Yes?
books or Tv? T.V. but I do like reading it just takes me awhile because I have astigmatism and they unfocus a lot so it makes it hard to focus on reading.
Spotify or Pandora? Spotify
what are you listening to right now? Youtube videos!
whats the weather like rn? Hot and a little cloudy
are you reading anything at the moment? After You by JoJo Moyes (The second book to Me Before You)
any family problems you feel comfortable talking about? Oh god, my family is a mess. My dad was an abusive asshole and my mom is an alcoholic (My parents are divorced and my little brother lives with my dad while I live with my mom, I still see my dad and brother but very rarely)
how do you feel right now? Pretty depressed tbh lol
thoughts on trees? Trees are rad, I live climbing them but I’m scared of heights so it’s a fun time lol
something stupid you did once? Smoked too much weed and got stupid high
something random in your backyard? We rent so don’t really have a backyard anymore :(
funny childhood story? One time my brother when he was little he decided to take a nap somewhere and we couldn’t find him ANYWHERE, we were yelling and looking everywhere but we couldn’t find him. We tried to lure him out with marshmallows but that didn’t work and this was going on hours. So we called the cops they came they couldn’t find him anywhere and we were freaking out but then he just walked out and took the bag of marshmallows and to this day we have no idea where he was because he wouldn’t tell us. It was kinda freaky at the time but now we look back at it and laugh.
3 random stories about stuff that you’ve done in your neighborhood? I’ve moved a few times so we’ll go with 3 different neighborhoods. 1. We were living with my grandparents (Mom’s side) and there’s a lot of ducks and we were feeding them so I went to feed one by hand and that’s how I learned ducks have teeth. 2. We were living with my other grandparents (Dad’s side) and they had a frog garden thing that made noise, we were walking up the driveway, they didn’t tell us they got a new one and that it made noise. Me and my dad walked past it and it croaked at us, scared the fuck out of me and I ran away. There were potholes in the driveway and I tripped and cut my knee up so bad. 3. Um my friend lived on a dead end around my block and I would walk over to his place a lot (I was like 8 maybe older) and we road scooters a lot, he could do tricks and he wanted to teach me, I failed horrible cut up my knees and hands and face and scratched up my glasses so bad I couldn’t use them.
top 5 musicals? Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, Peter Pan (1960), Rocky Horror Picture Show, Hairspray, and Anastasia
musical fandoms you want to know more about? Any really
any instruments you play? No, I played the clarinet in elementary school and broke it haha
do you and your friends ever roleplay or have given each other character names? Does playing a dating sim with a friend count?
favorite comeback? No you
do you have a phone? Yes
have you ever written a story? Oh yeah
O.c.’s? I have a few
S.O.? Ummm it’s complicated
favorite stores? Hot topic, Spencers, um I don’t know, I don’t go shopping much.
are you still in school? No but I’m going back soon (hopefully)
markers or colored pencils? Both but mainly colored pencils!
memes or gifs? Um both!
oil or chalk pastels? Both!
Height? 5’2
Painting? Omg yes, I’ve done some myself, I’m working on one rn and I have one finished (I can post it if you guys want!)
can you give a description of yourself? Short, kinda overweight, colorful hair (changes a lot), kinda big black glasses, hazel eyes, um that’s all I can think of.
description of your personality? A child mixed with a grandma
will you ever reveal your face( if you haven’t yet)? Sure
Anime? Oh heck yes
favorite animes? Owari No Seraph, Future Diary, Diabolik Lovers, Death Note, Tokyo Ghoul, Your Lie in April, Black Butler, Guilty Crown, Shiki, Death Parade, and more but those are the ones I can think of off the top of my head.
K-pop? Yeah!
Ships??? Falice 100%, Bellarke, idk I can’t think of any others right now
ships you dislike? None really unless it’s weird and underage.
Children? I want children so bad!
do you have a library? I personally don’t
winter or summer? Winter
spring or fall? Fall
sun or snow? Snow
long or short hair? Short
ice cream or sherbert? Both
rain or bright sunlight? Rain
clouds & wind or heat & humidity? Clouds and Wind
pool or beach? Pool
how innocent are you? Not very tbh
cake or cupcakes? Both
chocolate or vanilla? Both, but depends
something sneaky you’ve done with your friends lately? Smoke weed I guess?
favorite colors? Black and Red
favorite animal(s)? Red panda, Panda, Husky, Pigs (I had one as a pet) Hedgehogs (Also had one as a pet)
skiing or sledding? Sledding
have you ever ridden a horse? Yeah, my cousin owns two horses so I’ve gone riding with her before
have you ever ridden a train? Yeah but I have a fear of them
have you ever been on an airplane? Yes (Not scared of flying like at all)
Nature? Nature is rad
inside or outside? Inside in the summer/spring but outside in fall/winter
introvert or extrovert? Introvert, I’m so shy
rules/ laws? Um both I guess?
how many friends do you have? A bunch but a small close circle
pants/ shorts or skirts? All three but mainly pants and shorts
Dresses? If they’re weird
video games? Oh yes, I love video games
fave holiday? Halloween
least favorite holiday? Christmas and 4th of July
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alright let’s talk shitty endings and writing, TKG edition
spoilers for tokyo ghoul:re manga ending, aku no hana manga ending, and such. SORRY MOBILE USERS.
these are all copypasta from my twitter so.
ok im kinda mad tokyo ghoul was a seinen horror manga that had the exact same ending any stupid generic shounen manga does everyone married with kids offences: bleach, naruto, fuckin INUYASHA, AND THEN AKU NO HANA DID THAT SAME SHIT IT'S ALSO SEINEN WHAT THE HELL
i hate that trope so much "how do i end this series... oh! marriage and babies!" fuck off i wanted kaneki to die tbh
aku no hana could've ended right as nakamura and fuckboy set themselves on fire during the festival and jumped into the flames noo it had to skip some years, have fuckboy in hs with a new crush, meet nakamura and shes all "i dont remember" shit married and kids now ugh
juuzou got his happy ending but i was robbed of ghoul!juuzou we were all robbed
the worst thing ishida did to me, as a writer, is havin juuzou's leg chopped off again in the final battle. his fucking prothestic leg. that's INSULTING to do. you took a heart breaking scene from the original then did it again but with NO STAKES TO IT. WORST WRITING.
that will always annoy me, what was the point? in the original, he loses his leg but can't feel the pain, but then shinohara gets "killed" trying to protect him, and juuzou tried to kill the owl for shinohara who shed tears for him whyyyy do that scene again excpt with no stakes we already know he can't feel pain he didn't gain anything from it or lose anything either, it was the same fuckin leg it was FAKE WHY DID U DO THAT. WHY. THAT'S NOT HOW A PARALLEL WORKS IN WRITING
and juuzou never learned it was touka leaving the flowers at shinohara's bedside as forgiveness for killing her father i thought it would come up during their fight together and it never did gggggggggggggggh
i dont ship tsukiyama and kaneki, but damn, they had more chemistry than touken does they had no hints whatsoever they "loved" each other until they fucked she got knocked up, then marriage it still felt forced like. she never apologized for abusing him. tsukiyama did.
also ngl tbh that sex scene was actually kind of a realistic portrayal of how the first time is cant unhook bra, touka getting her shirt stuck over her head dfjgfdgmdf, her expressions were pretty funny too but why those two anyway? how weird.
anyways mutsuki and juuzou are best characters and i wish mutsuki was handled a Little better, also he is indeed fully male identified like. he's completely transitioned (i checked all JPN raws his pronouns varied depending on his state of mind but hes always been male)
im also glad mutsuki didn't end up with urie (even tho ngl i liked them together.....) because it was one-sided and mutsuki just don't want that idk anyways i love him and juuzou and they are the best and HIDE IS HONOURABLE MENTION BECAUSE HIDEKANE IS GOOD!
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another reason i hate jump the shark: ghoul!adam's godawful outfit. sir i will strangle you to death with my bare hands
#i already hate the ghoul as it is but forcing me to watch him walk around in THAT.....hate crime#azure rambles#stupid fucking ghoul we were robbed
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excuse me ma'am your ghoul tag is impeccable ― not because of the ghoul but because stupid fucking ghoul we were robbed like mood you're damn RIGHT. also hi, hope you're doing fine <3
THANK you lmao <33333 i hope you're doing amazing!!!!!
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