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My thoughts on Monday under the cut…
I spent a week in Greece almost 15 years ago, and I loved it. This movie makes me what to go back. I wasn’t sure if I’d get to see it in theaters because the two main chains I go to weren’t carrying it. Thankfully, one of the “premium” theaters in Houston has it, and a friend and I went to the first showing earlier today at 7:00 pm. Masked the entire time and completely isolated from others in a pod with recliners. It was delightful (and pricey). Seeing Sebastian Stan on the big screen in this movie was worth every penny.
Before I dissect the movie, it has to be said. Sebastian Stan is gorgeous, and this movie showcases that in every shot of him. There are closeups and a lot of skin and scruff and charm and smiles that are beautifully shot. So. Much. Pretty.
Speaking of pretty—the cinematography. Chef’s kiss. Gorgeous blue skies and blue sea. It looks exactly like I remember. Beautiful. Also, lots of ouzo. Chloe’s shudder when she does a shot is so relatable. That stuff is disgusting, and, man, it burns all the way down.
The movie itself is solid. The story centers around a relationship that mimics a train wreck (and the soundtrack does, too)—fascinating, speedy, and gripping. I shook my head many, many, many times. So many choices made that just weren’t good ideas. The thing is that pretty much all of them were understandable for these characters. I kept thinking over and over, “bless their hearts.”
Yes, there is a lot of nudity. Yes, there is (very brief) full frontal. I did not find it distracting or out of place. There’s also a lot of sex. For the most part, those scenes were organic and made sense. Only one was a little bit surprising. That blue couch… Major side eye.
Mickey ended up with a twist I didn’t know was coming, and that helped humanize him as more than a frat boy with Peter Pan syndrome. He’s charming and manipulative and loving and jealous and insecure. I know men like him, and some of my friends are married to them. They are wonderful people, and I could never live with any of them (not that I would live with a friend’s husband, but you know what I mean). The ending shot of him is so full of hope and sweetness and tenderness, and I was mad because I knew it was the end of the movie. I wanted to see where that went, and now I’ll only be able to imagine it. People who don’t like open endings will hate this one, but I thought it was completely apropos for Monday. Sebastian plays Mickey will all the nuance and charm and insecurity I expected. He does wounded so well. He does chaotic even better.
Denise Gough is a fantastic actor. Chloe, her character, was an enigma to me. She’s supposed to be the serious, responsible one that tempers Mickey’s wild side, but the two times when things go off the rails, she’s the instigator. I find those choices fascinating and completely understandable for someone who’s been holding things together and really desperately wants to cut loose. Unfortunately, when she does that with Mickey, it’s bad, bad, bad, bad.
MAJOR SPOILERS
Mickey’s got a six-year-old son, and the only way the mother will let him see his kid is if he and Chloe are physically together and in a committed relationship. Because Chloe knows that, she’s trapped. If she leaves, Mickey loses visitation rights with his son. If she stays, she might implode. Together, the two are both wonderful and absolutely terrible for each other.
Chloe gets pregnant and has an abortion without telling Mickey. I assume it was his, but it could have been Chloe’s ex-boyfriend’s. It’s not that easy to figure out how much time has passed, but it’s at least a few months for the entire movie. When she tells Mickey and he isn’t upset, she’s furious, but they’re interrupted and end up running back to Mickey’s motorcycle. He seems ready to drive them home, but Chloe wants to go to the beach—naked on a motorcycle. It’s a really bad plan. They’re high and drunk. Mickey hesitates and then agrees. All hell breaks loose, which leads to Monday—the reality of their messed up but very real relationship.
Mickey interrupts the entertainment at a wedding to drunkenly ask Chloe to marry him. He’s just been confronted by his friend about ruining everything good in his life and not to do it. He’s jealous of Chloe’s ex, who happens to also be at the wedding. He’s scared to death of messing things up, so of course he does exactly that. It’s cringe-worthy, and I watched it through my fingers due to secondhand embarrassment. There’s a shot when Mickey’s looking in a mirror, and we can see all the pain and hurt and fear in him. It was like seeing Bucky in Greece.
Why is Chloe’s ex-boyfriend so awful? We don’t know, but it’s clear it was a bad breakup, which makes her rebound with Mickey understandable. The problem is that both of them ended up falling in love, and now they can’t figure out how to fix it. I hope they do. I really do, because the affection and love and chemistry they have is beautiful when they’re open and honest and authentic with each other.
Mickey’s ex-bandmate…I don’t even know what to say about her. She’s a nightmare. And Chloe’s friend Stephanie needs to a major attitude adjustment. Baby Mama (I don’t remember her name) is super angry. These three characters are just wow.
There are some gaps. There’s not a complex plot, but this movie puts the relationship of two flawed but genuinely good-hearted people at the forefront and asks us to cheer for them when they aren’t easy to cheer for. In short, Monday is a movie that anyone who’s been in love can understand if they’ve ever been absolutely terrified to lose the person they love. The desperation to hold onto something good is painful to watch, but it’s a gorgeous journey.
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Ravnica for Goblins
Exciting Planeswalker Visitors
(Caution: Before we begin, this post is going to be much more opinion-based than previous ones. These are my own homebrew ideas, use them as/if you wish, discard/dismiss them if you prefer.)
Planeswalkers are an integral part of MTG Lore, as well as several of its most iconic characters. Put simply, a Planeswalker is an individual with an inherent gift for traveling between planes, or worlds. The gift does not appear at birth, but is usually triggered by some manner of incredibly emotional (usually traumatizing) event. In addition, each Planeswalker displays a unique aptitude for a particular style of magic; be it plant growth, transformation, becoming transparent, illusions, invulnerability, summoning beasts, structural analysis, setting things on fire, etc. Whatever their specific brand of magic is, it’s usually on a higher level than an ordinary person can hope to achieve.
Planeswalkers, as a general rule, are wanderers by nature. They may have a home plane, or even an adopted home plane, but being able to traverse the multiverse leads many towards lives of constant adventuring/shenanigans. Add in the fact that Planeswalkers cannot bring anyone else with them on these travels (except in very rare cases), and you end up with a special breed of super-powerful magical loner. They show up, make a name for themselves with their big magic, and depart when they feel like it. Did you say, “Instant Adventure”?
Ravnica has a few native Planeswalkers among its citizens; Ral Zarek, Vraska, and Domri Rade. In addition, it has several Planeswalkers who have at some point or another (depending on your timeline) devoted enough time & energy to be effectively considered citizens; Azor, Tezzeret, Kaya, Dack Fayden, Dovin Baan, Gideon Jura, and Jace Beleren. Some of these are currently dead, missing, or magically barred from ever returning. At one point, Ravnica had more Planeswalkers on it at one time than any plane in the multiverse has ever or will ever see. If you are going the War of the Spark direction, good luck. You'll need it and so will your players. For everyone else, which Planeswalkers you choose to include in your campaign (if any), should be based on who will work the best for the story you’re trying to tell. A recommendation; if you find their lore too distracting and complicated, stick to the main beats. A lot of these figures can be boiled down to simple ideas, and you don’t want to bore your party with the entire novel of these usually dramatic/tragic lives. Trust me, the base concepts are enough.
With that in mind, here are four Planeswalkers that I, a random person on the internet, believe would work great for a Ravnica campaign. My choices are not based on who has canonically already spent time in Ravnica, or who would be the most powerful/dangerous to suddenly appear in the city. Several Planeswalkers have their own prior commitments on other planes that are pretty central to their character, and BAMFing them to Ravnica for a quick Bad Guy to take down wouldn’t do them justice. These four characters would slide into various aspects of Ravnica beautifully. These four would be the most exciting visitors to Ravnica.
Ashiok, Dream Render
I don’t think any MTG character could be as good a fit for a Ravnican Guild as Ashiok is for House Dimir. Ashiok is almost literally a walking shadow of secrets and intrigue. Their origins, their age, their motives, their face; hell, their gender is a secret yet unrevealed. Ashiok’s power is creating living beings born of the greatest fears stolen from people’s nightmares. Literally.
It’s like if the Dimir stopped half-assing the art of stealing thoughts and turned it into a weapon of mass destruction. Because even the mightiest of Ravnicans are afraid of things. Ask Niv-Mizzet about the Nephilim sometime, see how quickly he changes the subject. What’s better, for a Guild that prides itself on always having the up & up on everyone, Ashiok is inscrutable. They have no past that can be divined, no secrets that can be stolen, no previous encounters to prepare any for their arrival. Neither Lazav nor Etrata can claim such anonymity, despite their best efforts. Ashiok is a true enigma and a dangerous new weapon for House Dimir.
Ashiok also comes with the ability to create minions and NPCs from out of any PC’s worst nightmares, making encounters a great combination of roleplaying & combat. Fighting them is specifically facing one’s deepest & darkest fears made real. Can you say, “character development”?
Ashiok’s arrival could spread this new magical art to other Dimir Agents for a longer campaign, but it might be best to confine it to Ashiok in order to allow for a cleaner victory. Ashiok is not a fighter, cornering them into a direct confrontation should be enough to make the Nightmare Sculptor run for the hills. The mind is powerful, but also very squishy.
Tibalt, the Fiend-Blooded
You know how the Cult of Rakdos are technically Chaotic Evil but generally just a bunch of artsy hedonistic nuisances? Tibalt is to them what a gallon of gasoline would be to a lit stove. Good for fire, bad for everything else. Tibalt is an empath specializing in Pain Magic. Quite literally, he loves hurting people for fun. Drawn to pain like a magnet; physical, emotional, spiritual, psychological, etc, he is sadism personified.
His brief time on Ravnica during War of the Spark was enough to make a strong impression on the Rakdos.
“I like this one’s energy.”
This is because they do not realize how bad Tibalt would be for the Cult. There is a fundamental difference between the Chaotic Evil the Cult practices and the Chaotic Evil Tibalt delights in. The Rakdos have survived 10,000 years by taking in the freaks, the rejects, and the crazies, and giving them a place where they can live out their most depraved hedonistic fantasies. They are the voice of the outsiders bringing all figures of power & authority down a peg. They always punch up, never down. Tibalt is a young man with no home, no friends, no job, and no interests or hobbies beyond inflicting pain in as many people as possible. Tibalt punches everyone. The most important distinction between the two is that the Cult of Rakdos is a culture, a way of life for people to embrace; it might be crazy, but it welcomes & accepts people no matter how insane the world says they are. Tibalt does not care about anyone but himself. Following his example would see the city turned into the largest, bloodiest, and most destructive riot in its history; with Tibalt inciting and sicking every monstrosity he can find onto the city at once. He will burn the Rakdos candle at both ends and leave them to suffer the consequences of his fun. The aftermath being the city in ruins, the Cult wiped from the face of existence, and him moving on to his next project. In short, Tibalt will hurt the Cult of Rakdos as much, if not more, than the rest of Ravnica. Because that’s how he gets his kicks.
The one thing standing in his way will be Rakdos himself. As the single largest diva on the entire plane, Rakdos does not tolerate anyone who tries to steal his spotlight. As a 10,000+ year-old Demon Lord, Rakdos is in a league of his own, and Tibalt is just a hotshit little pain mage with a few tricks. It’s not a fight, it’s either an exit or a curtain call for the Planeswalker. If Rakdos is around, Tibalt’s spree will be very short-lived. If, however, Rakdos is doing his usual thing of hibernating for weeks, months, or years at a time, that’s a different story. Tibalt is good for if your campaign wants to bypass politics & intrigue and go straight to killing Cultists & Demons. He’s bad for anyone he comes in contact with.
Garruk Wildspeaker
In case I haven’t made my contempt for Domri Rade clear, I hold Domri Rade in utter contempt. As a character, as a Planeswalker, and most of all as a Gruul, he’s a failure. Scrawny, weak, gullible, and stupid. My chief grievance with Domri is that he fell short in all the areas the Gruul Clans idolize. He couldn’t survive in the wilderness on his own without his Planeswalker abilities, he couldn’t fight for himself except against weaker opponents or with herds of animals as backup, and he acted on orders from someone else who wasn’t Gruul. For a Guild built on independence and survival of the fittest, he failed both completely.
Garruk is the real deal. Gigantic, strong, savage, and cunning. Here is a man who, on a fundamental level, has embraced animal savagery as a way of life. He lives like a predator on the hunt, an alpha of any pack, and a fierce threat to all who intrude upon his territory. On a plane like Ravnica, where civilization has encroached on the untamed wilds almost completely, Garruk would be a gamechanger. Not only could he feasibly fight Borborygmos for leadership of the Gruul, he could win, and he could unite the Gruul under his howl of reclaiming the wilds from so-called “civilization”. Garruk would bring animal strength to the Gruul in ways they’ve only begun to tap into, and he’d do it in their language. Because Garruk understands the Gruul, and they understand him. They have so much in common with each other that it’s hard to think of any Planeswalker who could be welcomed so readily into a Guild. They would become so much more than rock-smashers and anarchists, they would become Ravnica’s reminder that nature will survive when all traces of society have crumbled away.
As if taking on the city itself wasn’t big enough already, Garruk has also taken to hunting other Planeswalkers, and can actually track them across the Multiverse. Meaning a few high-ranking members of Guilds and even the Living Guildpact have to take his threat seriously. He’s got a particular grudge against necromancers, dislikes talking, and has a special gift with animals of all varieties. All of which provides plenty of ideas to build from. He’s an 8ft tall Human Druid/Barbarian who willingly chooses animal savagery over intellectual reasoning, can there be anyone more perfect for the Gruul?
Did I say Ashiok was the most perfect fit for an MTG character in a Ravnican Guild? Yeah, scratch that. Garruk is.
Sarkhan Vol
Most Planeswalkers have a theme to their abilities. For some, that theme extends to their personalities as well. And then there are Planeswalkers who can be adequately summed up in a single word. For Sarkhan, that word would be “dragons”. Sarkhan sees dragons as nature’s purest & most destructive form, and carries a fascination with them that is perfectly healthy for anything with wings and scales that breathes fire, but generally less healthy for everything & everyone else.
One of the things that makes Ravnica unique is the distinct lack of dragons (emphasis on the plural). Ravnica has a dragon, Niv-Mizzet the Firemind, who made the executive decision thousands of years ago that he alone was sufficient to represent his entire species. Ravnican dragons are considered more intelligent than dragons on other planes, Niv himself being a prime example of this. Around the original signing of the Guildpact, Ravnica’s Godlike dragons were hunted to extinction, with Niv leading the hunt against his own kind. They were not entirely successful in this endeavor, but what few dragons do remain in the present day survive by staying as far off Niv’s radar as possible. Some dragons live by carrying out Niv’s will under constant supervision, or by hunting in the untamed wilds outside the city, or as sideshow attractions for the Rakdos (usually with their wings cut off to prevent escape). They are effectively stripped of anything that would identify them as “dragons” for the sake of their own existence. Since dragons are such a notoriously touchy subject for the Firemind, few have the nerve or fire immunity necessary to speak out against it.
Sarkhan would be horrified. If he thought the extinction of dragons on his home plane of Tarkir was bad, seeing them living like this would infuriate him beyond words. What would Sarkhan do once the initial shock of seeing his spirit animal (in more ways than one) reduced to pitiful scraps of life as lab rats, scared prey, and freak shows wears off? Let’s make it a game! Do you think Sarkhan will:
A. Cry.
B. Throw up.
C. Embrace this as a plane’s reality that he has no right to get involved with.
D. Scream.
E. Set something on fire.
F. Set everything on fire.
G. Bring back the dragons.
H. Burn the city to the ground with dragons.
I. Kill Niv-Mizzet.
J. All the above except “C”.
If you selected Answer “J”, then congratulations! You’ve just won a free trip to a BURNING METROPOLIS! Sarkhan will absolutely make it his life’s goal to bring dragons back to Ravnica and destroy the whole wretched city down to the last brick. How he would do it is up to you, but it’s a solid bet that even if every other Guild treats him like an apocalyptic madman, the Gruul might side with him over some shared beliefs in smashing the city apart with ferocious animal savagery. They tend to lean towards such ideas with uncharacteristic willful compliance. Ravnican dragons are primarily red, with the most prominent breed still remaining being the Utvara Hellkites beyond the city limits.
Oh, and Sarkhan can turn into a dragon, too. Have fun with that.
#ravnica for goblins#ravnica#goblins#d&d#dnd#dungeons and dragons#dragons#planeswalkers#mtg#campaign#roleplaying#tibalt#sarkhan#ashiok#garruk#fun ideas#guilds
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The Banished Gods
I’ve been hoping for a while to come up with a unified story to bind Love Run to The Horror and the Wild, and in a Discord discussion with @thewitchcaptain, @theamazingdevils, @thedarkangelzoe, @sndrewacott, and @threephasebird I think we finally got one. It’s based on the foundations laid in this post (thanks to @clockworkouroboros for starting that thread).
The short version is that Joey plays the Wild and Madeleine plays Time. The Wild and Time fall in love, which is forbidden because the Wild is chaos while Time is order. They are punished by being separated, with the Wild being banished to human form. But he begs Time to follow him, so she falls to Earth as well. They are thus cursed to die as mortals, having forgotten their godly forms. Wanderlust is sent to ensure they remain separate, unable to connect with each other. The Wild dies at the end of Love Run, but first he remembers having been a god, thus breaking his own curse. Time dies at the end of The Horror and the Wild, also having remembered her godhood, and the curse is fully broken.
The long version is behind the cut. Warning: It’s really long.
Setting the Stage
Some generalities we discussed should be mentioned before we get into the albums. When each god is in their mortal form, they can’t remember their god form, with a couple of exceptions:
Their memories fade as they take on the god form, so for a while at first they still remember being gods.
They can remember being gods while dreaming, and in the space between sleeping and waking (which hearkens so beautifully to Madeleine’s answer in the AMA about songwriting, it just makes my heart sing).
Part of the curse of mortality is that the Wild and Time cannot properly communicate. As gods they had perfect communication, but as mortals they must learn to communicate in new ways, and Wanderlust always makes this nearly impossible for them.
[Note: An alternate interpretation is that the Wild and Time were forced into being lovers, and have been sent into mortal form to fall in love. They do fall in love, but they’re angry about having their fates controlled. But the interpretation that follows will focus on the first theory, that they had a forbidden love. I just wanted to mention this alternative theory.]
Importantly, the songs don’t necessarily follow linear chronology. This makes especial sense if Time is one of the banished gods. She doesn’t think of stories happening first to last. Perhaps the order of songs follows her memories?
Act I
Love Run begins with Love Run Intro, which Joey sings. At this point the Wild is asking Time to join him in mortality (let the world come at you, love, let the earth a-tumble, love). Her voice joins by the end of this very chaotic song, indicating that she has heard him and is following.
In King, he’s fully mortal, but he remembers godhood. She’s falling into mortality, vowing to protect him. She’ll keep him safe from the dark things that wait in that house at the top of the rock, the rest of the gods who banished them. And all that matters is that you’re here even though all hell and its fire waits for us. They know what’s coming but they’re prepared to face it together.
Pruning Shears is painful, despite its happy beat and major key. Time is becoming mortal, feeling her godhood slip away: Unfurl my wings, my fall makes no sound here. But the Wild is fully mortal, focused on human concerns: So we’re at this shindig everything’s going on they’re so filthy rich. They talk past each other but both have the sense they need to act quickly: We don’t have time to fuck around.
Shower Day really displays the communication curse. They just can’t talk to each other, even though they’re feeling the same thing, and it’s ruining them: For chrissake just say something. They’re even singing the lines together. I think the musical composition of this song is also important—the ethereal voices swapping between the channels is rather like Wanderlust circling them, interfering with their ability to talk to each other.
In Elsa’s Song it seems as if the Wild has remembered his godhood, as though across a dream, but he has lost faith in Time—although you hold my hand and say “I love you,” you are wrong. He’s afraid she doesn’t love him, and that they’ll never break the curse, instead rotting in mortal death.
Similarly, in Pray Time remembers her own godhood, but she recognizes the Wild’s mortality: My eyes are made of winter and these hands I hold are skin and bone—his hands are mortal skin and bone, not the stuff of stars that makes up the gods (his veins are empty of dust). But Time is furious with the gods for doing this to them; she’s embracing mortality. And perhaps she’s speaking not of herself but of the Wild when she says, The cracks you made I fill with mortar, a broken pot can still hold water. She’s going to save him, despite the curse.
But Little Miss Why So shows what she’s up against. He’s trying to reach her, to make her feel better, but he can’t remember what happened and can’t understand why she’s sad. Why so sad? Why won’t you let me follow in your footsteps as you trek into that underground world? What’s that hold that the big dark king of nothing has got on you my girl? He can’t recall his godhood, and hers is slipping away. They’ve almost completely succumbed to the curse.
In New York Torch Song they’re both rebelling. Perhaps they don’t even remember what they’re rebelling against, they’re just screaming Fuck you into the sky. Flashes of their godhood peek through: In the wings unfurled twirl and Are you god or devil, ghost dishevelled. And their mortal forms can’t hide the truth of their godhood though: your blood does not bleed red no more. It’s brighter than the sun burns, its whiter with every hum from within this gaping wound of ours. And, most importantly, a new us has begun—they’re becoming something greater than mortals.
In Two Minutes, the Wild is reaching the end of his life. But he’s starting to recall his godhood: It’s like all the wallpaper inside my heart is slowly slowly peeling off and I’m showing all the stains and things they wrote on the wall before. He’s seeing his true self, and realizing his hands are growing old; they’re running out of things to hold. He knows his life is nearly over, and he’s asking for just a bit more time. Give me two damn minutes and I’ll be fine.
Not Yet/Love Run Reprise is complex because the songs are joined together. I always wondered why this was until I realized the transition between them marks the mortal death of the Wild. In Not Yet, both characters spend time in the space between sleeping and waking, where their memories of godhood are clearest. The Wild notices that it’s harder for Time to get there: It seems to me that you can’t sleep. But he can sleep, and in dreams he has remembered his godhood. Even so, the thought of death is frightening: Not yet, not yet. But, as it does for all mortals, death comes for him. He’s now no longer mortal, but neither has he regained his godhood. This is why Time sings the first stanza of Love Run Reprise; she’s picking up the song where he left off. But in doing so she reconnects them, and he gets his voice back. His stanza is encouragement—Though some would harm you, none - not one - no none will raise to you a hand nor thumb, not while by you I stand and hum. He’s still with her, still fighting for her. (Also, perhaps the thing he hums while he stands by her is the End of All Things Motif?) And she picks up the last stanza to remind herself that she’s not running away from their fate, but running toward him.
Here we end the first album, the first act.
Act II
Now begins the second act, with The Rockrose and the Thistle. It opens with the Wild visiting Time in her sleep, picking up where Not Yet left off. Without the Wild she is despairing: I've run out of my words, my song. Just let me die, me die. The Wild comforts her the only way he can—by becoming the whistle in the rockrose and thistle. And he breathes not now, not now. It’s not her time yet. She must first remember.
In The Horror and the Wild, she’s slipped deeper into dreaming, and recalled her godhood. But now there’s no fear of rotting as mortals; they’re focused on vengeance against those who cursed them. Most importantly, they both remember their names: I am Time itself and I am The Wild [capitalization is from Bandcamp lyrics, provided by TAD themselves]. This song is the most likely to be quite displaced in linear chronology, possibly happening near or even at the end of the events of both albums.
Wild Blue Yonder, which seems like a breakup song at first blush, can be viewed in a totally different light if the Wild has already died as a mortal: Without you, I’m stronger. But Time sticks by the choice she made: I surrender what was, what could have been. Still, she misses having him with her: Hold me, lover like you used to, so tight I’d bruise you.
Welly Boots brings back some of the imagery of Love Run Reprise. If only you could hear my voice, says the Wild, as he stands by her and hums. She’s angry that he’s left her alone because she can’t remember being a god. But he knows she’s strong enough on her own. The layered lyrics not included on Bandcamp here have great depth and meaning—Time sings both I know you’re strong, love, on your own and I’m strong, while the Wild sings I know you’re strong enough to do this on your own and Without you I’m stronger. For better or worse, his mortal death has strengthened them both.
But Farewell Wanderlust is the turning point for our duo. In dreams they have remembered what they lost, and the horror of their curse. And they are fucking done with it: With hoik of her bra, she waved to the bar and she slipped into the night and I promise you I’m not broken, I promise you there’s more. They’re done with what Wanderlust is doing to them: Farewell Wanderlust, you’ve been oh oh so kind. You brought me through this darkness but you left me here behind. And so long to the person you begged me to be.
Fair, on the other hand, feels almost as if the Wild misses being mortal. He has fond memories of the mortal life he and Time built together, but there are still hints of their godhood: He watches her get dressed as though she’s hurtling through time. But their mortal lives also brought them love: Darling I was born to press my head between your shoulder blades at night when light is fading. Importantly, here the Wild reiterates his promise from Love Run Reprise: I’ll stand here with you.
That Unwanted Animal might now refer to Time’s god form. She fears it and tries to keep it under control because she can’t remember what it is: And on the creature scratches, it doesn’t know how to get out. But the Wild is still with her, and he’s reminding her of who she is, even if she fears it, because he knows time is running out for them: How long can this last? When she begs him Be good to me, he responds No no, not I not because he doesn’t love her, but because he does. He will do what he must to help her remember who she is.
Which brings us to Marbles. Now Time is beginning to recall her godhood. As her body grows old her mortal mind becomes feeble, slipping between her memories of mortal life and memories of godhood. In this in-between space the Wild can reach her, and can remind her of their powers: “You stole the best years of my life.” “I’ll give them back.” He can give all the years back that she wants by helping her recall her power. And the Wild knows that her mortal form is falling away: Now I get to meet you for the first time every single day.
Finally, it’s time for Battle Cries. She knows what’s happening: I’m at the brink. But she remembers: We were gods. And he agrees with her: With you I could summon the gods and the stars. This isn’t to say she doesn’t fear mortal death: You dragged us both into the darkness that grows. Perhaps she retains a bit of resentment that she followed him into mortality. But death comes for her, as it came for him, leaving her voiceless at the end of the song. He knows the curse is broken though. I’m doing fine.
Act III
No idea if the third album (which @joeybateyofficial has said he sees as the third in the trilogy) will fit this interpretation but I will definitely be keeping an eye out!
Of note: This entire theory came about because I noticed how much the characters in both albums talk about hands, especially holding hands. Hands bind the albums together. (Incidentally, a server in-joke about hands has now ascended to immortality thanks to this link, which led to this incredibly long-winded interpretation.)
If you’ve read all of this, thanks for sticking with me. Thanks for riding this ship we built to navigate the mythology we created. I love you. Keep shining, Dear Hearts.
#the amazing devil#joey batey#madeleine hyland#love run#the horror and the wild#lyrics interpretation#album interpretation#whatever you think you're right#we make our own mythology
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09/06/21
Wow it's been a long time since I have updated or done any kind of journaling on here in a notebook. I find myself in Denver in my own studio apartment, finally finishing paying for both this one and the old apartment in Parker and working 50-60 hours per week. My mother promised to come back and help me move and take the lease back for the last 3 months ($1100 per mo) only to leave in less than a month, not helping me move and then telling me I could just split the apartment with her instead as she moved back to Arizona. Though it was killing me financially to get the security deposit, first months, and all my other minor bills myself... I freaking did it. I have had some amazing friends come into my life these last couple of months too, and even though I don't feel I have been doing heavily focused manifestation of these people, I know my heart has been asking for my guides to bring these people and they have arrived. My manifestation has been insane and I definitely am learning to be more mature when it comes to seeing all these manifestations take place and not get distracted by the things I thought were going the way I want not working out.
I no doubt believe I've got me now. I don't understand how I can be so hard on myself and so scared yet too prideful to ask for help and disappear on people when I really don't want to be alone. My behaviors confuse even me and, spending time "dating myself" has shown me I wouldn't quite know how to handle dating me and I need to get more of a handle on myself before I expect anyone else to. I'm really spending a lot of time in important observation and I know it's going to bring the best out of me. It's been a painful one since Brian left, if I'm going to be completely honest. My whole life was wrapped around chaos and I don't know where I'm at without it.
I haven't been doing drugs, I've been having a few drinks but nothing crazy, I'm not caught up in any drama, I'm not promoting and am still finding a bit of money to go to cheaper shows at my favorite venue. It's wild to be in the scene in this way and see other people who are living the life that I used to. I feel like such an old head though I don't really feel that old. It took me all of my 20's to figure out who the hell I am and now in my 30's I can accomplish things I was otherwise distracted in doing like travelling and getting my tattoos worked on.
I don't have any kids but if I did I know I could handle it. I've also been thinking about kids a bit, of course, and I'm sure it's because of my age. I often reflect on my life and how I can best reflect loving, feminine energy and I wonder if I'm going to go maiden to mother to crone or maybe just go maiden to crone. Either way I want to see more places and get more tattoos. If I don't end up having kids, I will absolutely focus my money on those two. Just the very thought of it makes my heart so happy. I'm okay being single and I feel like I will be for quite a while longer and I'm learning to be okay with that.
I'm focused on polishing the baddie I am on the inside to the baddie on the outside. My apartment is coming together beautifully and I truly feel I am getting my life together. I would say, amongst this, I've never been this broke but I absolutely have been this broke before and even worse. I keep thinking back to Philly and Baltimore and living in that mindset like I never left- the way I act in public, the way I relate to the world around me, the way I talk about myself- it's all reflective of the darkest days of mine. I love and hate that about myself and I'm finding myself in the middle of it feeling like a 12 year old starting over again after years and years of crazy drug use, underground raves and eventually trapping. I miss my old chaotic life but I have to convince myself that's not me anymore. That was apart of my journey but that's not ME in it's entirety.
I also am finding my sex drive is nowhere near where it usually is and I'm more "lusting" over affection and romantic moments which only get me spooled up and getting attached and invested in that person, ultimately making me feel crazy and either they leave or I disappear. I'm finding myself constantly hit up by people I'm not interested in and barely by those I want attention from... it's such a strange cycle, thus my reasoning for me having been single and being single for a while. Oh well.
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Infinity Train Season 4 Struggles To Communicate the Importance of Communication
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This article contains spoilers for Infinity Train season 4.
Infinity Train has a short, but complex history. After a somewhat neglected run on Cartoon Network, the show received new life on HBO Max for a third season. Following that, however, it seemed unclear whether the show could nab another renewal. But enough online attention was garnered to achieve that fourth and final year. (HBO Max also seems to have a much more energetic desire for animated content than other similar networks and streaming outlets).
The first three seasons of Infinity Train are raw, honest, and stark. Its first season follows a young girl coming to terms with her parents divorce and the fleeting, ephemeral nature of memory. The second is a curveball, in which a “reflection” of the girl from the first season comes to life and fights for her own freedom–a wild meta-tale about autonomy, identity, and independence. The third season, which focuses on two chaotic, long-term train passengers, is about abuse, manipulation, (male) toxicity, and violence unchecked.
The expectations for this fourth season, which features two Asian-American kids who find themselves trapped on the train’s bizarre universe, were pretty high. But the thriving potential and expectations laid out for this final season never come to bare. Infinity Train’s “Book Four” (which is how the show brands its seasons) fizzles, with a sort of epilogue feel to its proceedings that never quite reaches the dark, raw highs of its predecessors. The fourth season is ostensibly about the importance of clear, honest communication. But the irony is that the show fails to communicate itself clearly.
Infinity Train season 4 follows Ryan and Min-Gi who are stuck in different places in life, post high-school. Once close friends, connected by their love of music, the two saw life in different ways: Ryan is an idealist and an adventurous, “think before he acts” sort, while Min-Gi is more grounded, level-headed, and cautious, to the point of freezing up. This literally happens when Min-Gi runs from Ryan right before a big high school talent show, a moment which buttresses the unspoken rift between them.
Min-Gi stays home, studies, gets accepted into college. Ryan takes to the road, doing various shows anywhere he can, and seems to make some modest success, despite losing several girlfriends along the way. Ryan returns home to see Min-Gi working at his parents’ restaurant, and the two catch up, with low-key tension surging between them. Impudently, Ryan rushes off with the restaurant’s keys, and Min-Gi chases him. The two rush onto a train, then somehow find the doorway into the Infinity Train. This is how our protagonist duo finds themselves onboard the mystical, mysterious caboose.
What makes Infinity Train’s previous seasons work so well was how they start out somewhat basic but quickly leap into unexpected places with depth and nuance. Its highs are immensely high; its lows are dark, sparse, and painful. Its protagonists are self-assured but deeply lost, and in their quest to find themselves, they both open up new layers about themselves, as well as the nature of the very quixotic train itself. This fourth season doesn’t quite do this.
There’s a unique wrinkle in this venture, in that Ryan and Min-Gi are paired with the exact same “number” (the mysterious number that appears on passengers’ hands that “countdown” positive character improvements that leads to their freedom), an occurrence that is clocked by the show as particularly strange. But there’s no real internal, or external, revelation into why the train decided to pair them together like that. (To be fair, I think the train conductor did have a reason, but the bold choice to have this season take place prior to the other three muddles things; in the midst of Ryan and Min-Gi’s journey, Ameila’s takeover of the train happens.) But unlike the protagonists of the previous seasons, Ryan and Min-Gi never venture off to examine the train as a whole. In effect, Ryan and Min-Gi’s journey is surprisingly straight-forward, a kind of winking idea to what essentially any person’s journey on the train would look like.
It’s a bold move to portray a “regular” journey for a final season, but it’s disappointing in that it never takes this (non-train) time to really explore its characters in new ways. The contrasts between Ryan and Min-Gi are pretty boilerplate–the free spirited, snap-decision maker vs. the grounded, level-headed thinker is as common a duo as it comes. But the more concrete revelations of these characters never quite make an impact.
Min-Gi mentions that his parents never paid any attention to him and ignored him and his dreams. There’s hints of a darker sense of parental neglect here, but it never gets laid out. Likewise with Ryan, who speaks often of the pressure his parents put on him to study, work, and go to school. With no other info about the way he and his parents specifically conflicted over this, it feels abstract. The first episode, “The Twin Tapes,” sporadically has the emotional heft of these interpersonal dilemmas, but never really examines them in the characters themselves, not in the way that Infinity Train often allowed its characters to feel.
In effect, these characters are talking around each other but not really communicating; neither seems to react or (try to) understand the others’ perspective. They aren’t introspective about each other, and the frustrations and issues that Ryan and Min-Gi vocalize during their journey feel more like soliloquies than conversations. They talk but they don’t communicate; as a result, their potential characterizations aren’t communicating, and therefore not connecting, to the audience.
This is disappointing because perhaps the one thing that seems to be the gel of this season–Ryan and Min-Gi’s relationship–never elevates itself to the level a final season should. The two fight a lot, and those fights are valid, emotional, honest, clunky, anodyne, awkward, tedious, immature, silly, and fraught–the multi-emotional ways interpersonal spats tend to be. But they’re never revealing.
I don’t think I’m overstepping here to say that there is at least some queer subtext between the two; an early moment in the first episode has Min-Gi blush profusely when Ryan gives him a hug of appreciation. But in that same episode, Ryan’s rotation of failed girlfriends suggest that the queer angle is merely one-sided; fair, but Infinity Train never addresses that either. If Infinity Train was mandated to play down that angle (a common reality due to the pressures and demands of studios and networks), then there’s always the nature of two friends of wildly different personalities clashing before coming to an understanding.
It’s basic, but it can work. As mentioned earlier though, there’s little revealed about the history of these characters at an individual level, so their interpersonal tension never goes anywhere meaningful. The previous three seasons used various sci-fi/magic/fantastical methods to delve deep into the particular pasts and truths of its protagonists, presenting multiple sides to their current problems. Book Four never does that beyond the first episode, and it feels like we’re missing something. Ryan and Min-Gi just cycle through bouts of random verbal fights and endearing truces–right to the very end.
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The catty nature of this conflict could work though, if the storytelling here wasn’t so clunky, something that Infinity Train is usually very good at managing. There’s moments where the show struggles to engage in conflicts organically, and is forced to make its characters act dumber than necessary. I don’t know how even the most impulsive characters would decide to “dig underground” to try to sneak into the building (weird train logic not understanding). When Ryan’s number goes down, Min-Gi, who is usually reserved and low-key, spends an uncomfortable amount of time belittling Ryan as the one who needed to learn a lesson, not him.
Season four’s most dramatic moment is centered around a museum that hosts an malevolent force which compels its victims to act and say terrible things, but the force is not particularly well explored. It’s stunningly, beautifully horrifying: a series of hands contorted into a grotesque monster. The hands have numbers on them, too, an horrific implication that comes close to fruition with Min-Gi in its grasp. But the rhythms of the scene are somewhat shoddy; Ryan escapes by accident, and has no idea how to get back to Min-Gi to save him. Ryan’s desire to save him causes his number to go down and his path home opens up; he thinks about leaving, and his number goes back up, closing off the path.
It’s a moment worth exploring, sure, but it never gets its due because Min-Gi eventually escapes the hands monster, but blames Ryan for leaving him. He didn’t, but the season puts so much dramatic emphasis here that it sort of represents the most significant tension of the characters. But it just comes off awkward, especially since that (misunderstood) anger is barely present in the next episode.
But that’s on purpose, I think, to try and get at the deeper, more complex issue of the lack of clear communication between these two. And it’s definitely worthy of a topic. But it never quite wraps its head around that point, and that’s partly because the season never gets into why they don’t talk. The queer subtext is out. They never get too much into their pasts, only hints. The estrangement angle and abandonment issues are under-explored. Their connection is over their shared love of music, but that feels like a singular weak connection, in comparison to the stakes. They’re friends, but Infinity Train fails to explore the full extent of their friendship and the nature of the understated conflicts between them. There’s certainly a lot of emotional drama between them, and it’s played as earnest and honest as possible, but there’s little information about them to heft up that drama. By the end, these characters are still ciphers.
Kez, the floating, talking bell that “guides” Ryan and Min-Gi, feels more well-rounded. Her wonky, circuitous way of talking feels like a quirky character trait at first but is revealed to be a purposeful method of ignoring the problems she causes and not taking accountability of them. The enemies she made chase after her (and by proxy, Ryan and Min-Gi). She’s ridiculed by “other” friends for her unreliability, then is called out by the humans when it’s revealed she was only stringing them along to satisfy Morgan, a talking castle. And that’s happening because a passenger, Jeremy, bonded with Morgan and Kez for five years in the midst of deep, deep grief and self-blame for an accident that killed Jeremy’s wife and sister.
Kez’s style of talking inadvertently spurred Jeremy to accept and move on from the accident, sending him home. But that triggered an assortment of resentment between Kez and Morgan, as well as the ire of the other train denizens on their heels. Kez’s final admission, saying sorry, eases all those tensions, which feels a little simple for past grievances, but at the core there’s depth and history there, even implied, which provides a richness to those characters that Ryan and Min-Gi lack.
That’s the thing: Kez’s dilemma, in that lack of communication, forgiveness, and atonement, is the thematic parallel of the tension between Ryan and Min-Gi. But while Kez’s story has enough implications around the edges to feel interesting, Ryan and Min-Gi, the season’s protagonists, don’t have enough of it to match the powerful moments of seasons one through three.
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Season four is certainly fine as is, and has plenty of funny moments, as well as quietly honest ones. But it never quite provides the impactful revelation or scenes that Infinity Train usually provides to transcend Ryan and Min-Gi into something singularly clear and open. Communication and clarity is the key to any relationship, but Book Four mumbles its story straight to the end–not as clear as the bell on Kez’s head.
Infinity Train season 4 is available to be streamed on HBO Max now.
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Early Morning Pleasure (Gigi x Crystal) - Mina
A/N: This is my first post on here, hope you guys enjoy it! :) I was really scared to post this because I’m not a writer but I love this pairing
Gigi woke up to the sound of water pounding against hard tiles a couple rooms down, her bedroom still dark due to it being approximately ass-o’clock in the fucking morning. She groaned, trying desperately to drone out the sound by burying her head in her girlfriends unruly neon hair before she realised that there was no one next to her in the bed, a cold spot replacing the mound of green curls she could run her fingers through and pretty lips she could kiss messily, giggling and smiling in the dark.
Gigi sat up and looked around the room sulkily, eyes blinking open and a pout on her lips that Crystal always said made her look like an angry bulldog. Where the fuck was her stupid, crazy, whimsy, annoying girlfriend when she wanted to cuddle!? Gigi fell back into bed with a frown, dark hair tangling under her head and positivity aching for a certain impulsive weirdos long fingers to card through it. Whatever, she didn’t need Crystal to fall asleep anyway, as she was certainly not the clingy one in this relationship. Never.
Scratch that, being alone in bed like she was single and sad was stupid and Gigi wanted her girlfriends warm tan skin next to her again immediately. After a while of trying her best to ignore the water noise and getting sick of not being able to wrap her legs around Crystal like an overgrown koala, Gigi finally slumped out of bed, hissing at the cold hardwood against her feet and fumbling to turn on the lights to investigate the mysterious disappearance of her girlfriend. She stumbled down the hallway, almost running into one of the many plants that decorated the corridor chaotically, along with colourful paintings and photographs of the couple posing and laughing. Gigi followed the light coming from their bathroom, poking her head through the doorway.
Her girlfriend was leaning over the bath with her back turned, adding god-knows what sickening amount of bath-bombs into the water and humming a song under her breath softly. She looked like a vision, dressed only in a pale blue lacey robe and pikachu slippers, wild green curls framing her face beautifully and Gigi honestly wondered wether or not she was still asleep because this women looked so absolutely stunning it should’ve been illegal. Gigi tiptoed quietly behind the older girl, wrapping her arms around her neck and snuggling into her hair quickly and breathing in the comforting scent of apple shampoo and white chocolate. Crystal jumped at the sudden collision, before chuckling sweetly and clutching her hands tightly in Gigi’s long dark locks, kissing her cheek fondly. The younger girl grumbled in greeting, nestling down into Crystal’s chest with a frown.
“Hi sleepy head. Did I wake you up?” Crystal murmured, pulling Gigi up to face her with a twinkling smile that made the brunettes heart melt.
Gigi frowned, eyes still blinking hazily as she tried to wake up. “I was until you decided that 2-o’fucking clock in the morning was a great time to have a fucking bath” she bickered, glare growing bigger when Crystal laughed loudly at her misfortune.
“I read online somewhere that early morning baths add excitement to relationships” The curly haired girl grinned, moving her eyebrows up and down while Gigi rolled her eyes so hard she felt the world spin.
“I love when your impulsive, however it is in fact currently shit-fuck-bitch am and I should be in bed. Believe it or not, I actually need beauty sleep to look this good” Gigi complained, and if her heart skipped a beat at Crystals widening smile it was only because she was tired, god damn it.
“Come on baby, you can’t go back to sleep now” Crystal said, knowing full well Gigi didn’t have nearly enough energy to fight her at this hour of the morning. “I made it all nice and pretty just for you!” she said happily, and okay, maybe Gigi could admit that the lavender scented lilac-blue water looked a little appealing. Just a little.
Gigi sighed, “Okay, but if you don’t eat me out at least 7 times after this we’re breaking up. I gotta get something out of this too, you bitch”. The green haired girl lit up at the words, slipping her robe off and hopping into the bath, moaning in satisfaction at the warm waters embrace.
Gigi followed soon after, folding her silky red pyjama top neatly in a pile before sitting in front of Crystal and leaning back into her arms wordlessly, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth of her girlfriends long limbs. It was… nice. As nice as a 2am bath could be, Gigi supposed. That wasn’t enough to stop her from being a pain in the ass though, no fucking way.
“This bath is too damn hot.” Gigi declared, adding on a pitiful whine for good measure and smirking at Crystal’s scoff without opening her eyes.
“This is why we can’t do nice things. You complain too much.” The older girl mocked, pinching Gigi’s thin waist and giggling at her yelp of suprise.
And if Gigi promptly decided to fall asleep while in the bath, allowing Crystal to drag her out and put her back to bed grumbling about the bath bombs being wasted, it was certainly not her fault.
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Laughing together for Jon/Michael?
This one took a while to come together. It's not very shippy, but I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for the prompt!
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“I have a joke for you, Archivist.”
For a moment the Archivist looks deliciously startled, then simply wary. Michael sighs, mourning the loss for just a moment; startled is how they like the Archivist best.
“A joke?” the Archivist says. His eyebrows arch and then furrow, as if they can’t decide whether to be surprised or annoyed. “What on earth does that - no, actually, never mind. No, thank you.”
“You don’t want a joke?” Michael is not offended, as such, because a sense of rejection requires a sense of self. But they are surprised; humans are known to enjoy jokes.
“I, ah, let’s say I’m a little concerned about what you might consider to be a - a joke.” The Archivist’s voice is low and harsh and gentle at once. It is a pleasant static buzzing in Michael’s consciousness. Michael laughs, echoes rippling back and forth through their being.
“I have a wonderful sense of humor, Archivist.”
“I’m sure,” says the Archivist, not sounding very sure at all. Michael’s mouth stretches. He will see.
“A person goes to the doctor,” they say. “And tells the doctor that they’ve broken their arm in two places. So the doctor tells them to stay away from those places.”
The Archivist is looking at them with a questioning expression, his hands flat on the desk as if bracing for something unpleasant. Michael spreads their hands, wide and wider.
“It’s a joke. Because the doctor and the person didn’t understand each other. It’s often funny when people don’t understand each other.”
“I see,” says the Archivist carefully. “Well, thank you, Michael. That was, ah, very funny.”
“You didn’t laugh.” The Archivist’s mouth makes a rough noise that sounds a bit like a nervous dog. It isn’t a laugh. Michael sulks, and opens a door.
“I’ll find another joke for you, Archivist.”
“That’s fine, really - ” the Archivist starts to say, but Michael is already gone. They leave an echo of their own laugh behind to keep the Archivist company.
*
The Archivist never laughs, is the problem. Michael can’t remember if they used to laugh before they were Michael, but they laugh a great deal now. Laughing makes things better.
The previous Archivist never laughed either, but she had her little jokes, didn’t she, behind those gimlet eyes? Jokes like frailty and age and reliance, like caring about her assistants. Michael doesn’t like to think about that, it makes things sharp and hot and angry, too many straight lines of pain and fear.
Michael thinks about killing the current Archivist, because the previous Archivist is gone, and because the Archivist is part of the Eye, and the Eye stares too hard. The Eye wants to see everything, to know everything, and that can’t be allowed. Michael will have to kill the Archivist, eventually.
But the Archivist also has a sharp face with a wide, soft mouth; dark, curious eyes and a voice that is low and harsh and gentle all at once. The Archivist is interested, and interesting, and looks lovely when he’s startled. Michael wants to hear how it sounds when he truly laughs.
They visit the Archivist more often, trying different jokes, different styles. Knock knocks and puns and jokes about chickens. Perhaps it’s just a matter of finding the right joke. None of them work. The Archivist only looks nervous or scared or frustrated, demands to know what Michael wants or pleads to be left alone.
Once the Archivist throws a stapler at Michael’s door, which is quite rude and uncalled for. Michael explains this, looming over his desk with their head brushing the ceiling. The Archivist trembles prettily, and apologizes quite sincerely for the transgression.
Michael is forgiving, of course. They have a wonderful sense of humor.
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The Archivist is being chased, by something large and meaty, with too many mouths full of teeth for the number of heads it has.
Michael watched the situation unfold, peaking through their door cracks as the Archivist’s curiosity led him from the dusty basement of the Magnus Institute to a warehouse stinking of blood and rotten meat. Anyone should have known better than to go inside, of course, but to a creature of Beholding death is preferable to an unsatisfied curiosity. Michael found the Archivist’s nervous investigation of the building rather charming, the beam of torchlight wavering ahead of his soft, hesitant footfalls.
None of that caution was enough to stop the Flesh sensing prey, rising up in a mass of sloughing muscle and rancid fat, all its mouths opening in unison. The Archivist looked so beautifully surprised when it did.
And now Michael is following as the Flesh chases the Archivist, whose breath is ragged and panicked, his footfalls growing clumsy with exhaustion from the race. It’s only a matter of time before he stumbles, or trips, or simply isn’t quick enough to outrun the flowing, oozing mass of meat.
Michael watches with interest. Startled is how they enjoy the Archivist best, but terrified is also a very good look, widening his dark eyes and stretching his wide mouth thin. If the Flesh catches him, it will be a sight to see.
But on the other hand, if something kills the Archivist, Michael never will. And they still haven’t heard him laugh.
Michael doesn’t so much make a decision, as come to the end of a spiraling corkscrew of thought and tip off the end into action.
A door opens in the rough brickwork, and Michael sees the Archivist running towards it, eyes gleaming with sudden, desperate hope. The Archivist dives through, stands there heaving for breath as the Flesh barrels towards the doorway. Michael watches it, enjoying the chaotic way it moves.
“What are you doing?” the Archivist demands, unthinkingly grabbing Michael’s arm with his thin fingers. “That thing’s coming - shut the door!”
“I have a joke for you, Archivist.”
“Not now!” the Archivist pleads, fingers tightening on Michael’s arm. “Shut the damn door!”
“What’s red, and bad for your teeth?”
“Michael, please!”
“Well, Archivist?”
The Archivist gapes, wild eyed. The Flesh is so close Michael can smell it. It will be through the door in moments. The Archivist stutters frantically.
“I - I don’t know! What is red and bad for your teeth?”
The door slams shut, and from the other side there is the distinct sound of something large and rotten colliding with a solid red brick wall, and splattering apart. Michael smiles.
“A brick.”
Several long seconds pass. Then the Archivist’s mouth twists, eyebrows curving in surprise, and he laughs. The sound is weak, breathless, and utterly sincere. It twists through Michael like music, like that buzzing static of the Archivist’s voice; it is very pleasant indeed.
The Archivist laughs, and sags to the floor, only then seeming to become aware that he is holding onto Michael’s arm. He lets go abruptly, and Michael misses the contact for a moment; the Archivist’s hand was very warm. They fold to the floor beside the Archivist, who is still laughing. He doesn’t stop laughing until he runs entirely out of breath.
“A brick,” the Archivist murmurs, shaking his head, dark eyes shining with tears. “I have to admit, that was a good one.”
Michael smiles once again. Perhaps this is a new way to enjoy the Archivist best. And now they see what kind of jokes the Archivist enjoys.
Michael will have to think of some more practical jokes to play, next time they visit the Archives.
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ABC- For Everyone
late festivities. ll accepting.
A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?
Aerith: See, Aerith is a bit odd. She’s ultimately a good person, and a fantastic friend, but she’s very out of practice in letting others in and demonstrating her feelings. Part of this is her backstory, part of this is just the hard knock life she’s led. For the most part in canon, her affection is a little mischievous, a little chaotic, being the one that goes along with your wild ideas and giving her all to your aims. But it’s also thought, letters written and wishes made, the same care and attention she would give her garden. Aerith is not a woman that shows her affections easily, but is no less devoted once you get around her rougher edges.
Albel: He doesn’t. For the last nine years, Albel has not had a speck of affection in him for anything, living or dead or self. Even his once close bond to his deceased father has soured in his heart to a further reflection of his failures. Tenderness or adoration are beyond him. That said... I think he would display it in respect, or in curiosity. For a wicked man such as himself, simply taking the time to listen to another’s opinion or invest himself in their affairs is a great show of trust. I also think he would, over time, get more physical without getting violent, like a child just learning how to navigate the world. There is something simultaneously mature and overall boyish about this, which is why he does not let such sentiments rise to the surface.
Angela: She’s a healer, so it falls on her to want to take care of those she feels strongly for. Besides this, Angela is a taciturn woman, and I think she uses her words to great effect if someone can coax them from her. Whether she’s singing praises or taking someone to task, her voice will be used to demonstrate just what someone means to her. There’s also the possibility she will geek out about her hobbies and interests with someone who has won her affections, all too eager to get them up to speed so they can keep up with her interests. The act is repaid in kind, as she looks into her loved one’s interests and gains at least a rudimentary understanding of how it works or what it’s about. Catch her with lots of useless video game trivia to keep up with Hana, for example, or basic knowledge of bike maintenance for Mako.
Aria: A more in-depth answer can be found here.
Aqua: Oh my God Aqua is such a giver. It’s in her nature to mother others, to show her affection in gifts and in tender care for them. She’s all handmade gifts and homecooked food, deep concern tempered with constant support, the peak of team mom. While this is sometimes tempered by her self-righteousness, such as her worry for others manifesting as nagging, her heart is as ever in the right place. Her affections are also very self sacrificing, as she will take the fall for her loved ones without fail and try to take their burdens on as her own. At her best, her love is a gentle and homely thing, and at worst she will let it take everything she has so long as the object of her affection is alright.
Braska: Actions. Above all else, Braska is a man who acts. While his tongue is silvery and his heart too big for his own good, he is more of a doer than a talker. This is a man who turned his back on the church and his own lifelong training for the love of a foreign woman, and who later decided to lay down his own life to try and spare his daughter some pain. He spares Auron, in my telling, by leaving him behind out of love, though it does nothing to spare Auron in the long run. Even his taking a chance on Jecht is a leap of faith that pays off in the long run, and shows the depth of their bond. Even if he ought to think things out a little more thoroughly, he puts his money where his mouth is every time he feels strongly for someone.
Eraqus: Stern as he is, Eraqus has always shown his affection recklessly and sometimes in a very troublesome way. He is always willing to forgive and grant second chances, whether romantically as seen with Xehanort or as a matter of familial affinity, as seen with Terra. He puts care into everything he does for those who have won his loyalty, and works to show it in his own ways -- the time he offers others, and the encouragement he shows them. As a younger man, I think he was far more open about his affection, and more physical about it as well. He was less judgmental then, too, and as part of his adulthood affection he is at least willing to hear out those who disagree with him rather than shutting them down completely.
Gwynevere: Honesty and physical affection are the cornerstones of Gwynevere’s genuine affections. She puts forth the face of the all loving goddess, but her real love is shown in simply being herself around another person. She won’t beat around the bush or try to trick others, only show them how she really feels for them and those around them. She is also liberal with physical affection, anything from a touch of the hand to an embrace, and for lovers there is an ever-present sensual element from a woman who must always be above such things in the public eye.
Inessa: Inessa is actions and giving, to be honest. She shows affection for her community by being an ever present sentinel in Lowtown, ready to help as she is needed or sees need. Diligence is what makes affection in her eyes, the time and effort put into others sure to be repaid even if she does not work for that reason. Faithful as she is, she puts goodwill and prayers without actual attempts to see your desires made reality in low regard, something that has led to a lot of her friction with the Chantry of late.
Invi: Reserved as she is, Invi’s presence alone is one way she shows her affections. If she likes you, she will tolerate being around you for longer than is strictly necessary, and without any ulterior motives to boot. Being observant, she might also ensure little tokens or treats are left where the person she cares for can access them, never owning up to these things but responsible all the same. There’s also the chance she invite someone into her personal space or day and that is when you know you have made it with her.
Isa: This is actually very hard to answer because in canon, we see his affection as a child manifesting in ‘I am going to roast you alive but also I will go along with your dumbass idea because I love you’ and as a Nobody in displays of great possessiveness and rage. His actions towards Lea/Axel have always been a little antagonistic, but to what degree varies between his state of being. I think he might be the kind of person who shows his affinity in time spent together and being easily compelled into whatever the other person wants. Given my take on his backstory, I think he’s emotionally stunted even putting aside his inhuman rage issues, and so he’s not entirely sure what to do to show how he feels about others on any positive level.
Kokoro: Local Blue Blood Lets Down Her Defenses In Show of Trust, Lets Herself Be Human and Make Mistakes. But seriously, Kokoro is a person who is all about appearances and keeping up a front, so her affection comes more in letting others see her be more down to earth and laid back. I have said before that she shows her love in being able to admit she doesn’t know something, but it’s also in admitting she’s wrong or made some mistake. The sins of the father have definitely influenced her to channel her affections in a more healthy way, and acknowledge those moments where she lets the people she cares for down.
Roxas: Ice cream and fighting a cult. No literally. The boy is a trained child soldier whose only brushes with softness involve eating sweet snacks with other child soldiers, former or otherwise. This is what he was taught friendship is. He’s got to figure out for himself the shape his affection takes when he’s not fighting a war.
Shizuka: Flashing cash and offered favors. Shizuka’s got shaky identity and self-worth ideals, so they fall back on using their resources to reward those who get close to them sincerely. Some who are very close to them get more genuine shows of affection, the ability to hold them or be held, and heart to heart conversations, but for the most part Shizuka is the kind to pull strings rather than get into any ‘sappy shit.’
Zevran: I swear I am not shitposting, flanderizing, or making fun of him, but how doesn’t Zevran show affection? Realistically, though, he’s very protective with those he cares for, and tends to let them in a little deeper to see the mess he is under the ladykiller facade. He can be something of a good person for them, and that’s the most he can give. He’s still a little too broken to fully form an idea of how to show affection that isn’t saccharine or bombastic.
B : BOUQUET. does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?
Aerith: She absolutely adores flowers. Her people are tied to the planet itself, and the ebb and flow of life is shown so beautifully in flowers. She tends to some both as a hobby and to make some money, and so she’s very attached to them. She adores lilies best of all.
Albel: Once given a flower by a female peer of his fathers, immediately bit it off of the stem. He’s from a harsh winter environment backed up against desolate flatland and mountain ranges, so he is unused to them in any capacity. Still mesmerized by the red spider lily.
Angela: They’re alright, but not really a priority. She’s so used to hospital flowers that the appeal is kind of lost, though she might still hang a few cheaper bouquets on her desk to try and spruce the area up. Show her a proper Alpine bellflower and you might get a nostalgic smile out of her.
Aria: Like might not be the right word, but Aria is certainly aware of various herbs and flowers from the Koccari Wilds to the edge of the Free Marches. She appreciates them as tools, but is not much of an aesthetic admirer. Is fascinated by the vandal aria for which she was named.
Aqua: The land varieties are just fine, but her love for flowers lies in the watery blossoms. She studied them extensively as a child and knows basically everything there is to know about them. Unsurprisingly, she loves the lotuses that grow on the Land of Departure.
Braska: He was never much of a man to stop and smell the roses before his Pilgrimage, so he often overlooked flowers. He’s not very well educated on the different types, but they’re pretty enough.
Eraqus: Coming from a world that was a winter wonderland, Eraqus is absolutely enamored with flowers. His master’s daughter had a balcony garden that was his favorite place to go and decompress after a long day. He is fond of morning glories above all.
Gwynevere: The princess oversees the maintenance of Anor Londo’s vast garden during its glory days. She is a friend to every flower she meets and knows how to care for any variety. Scandalously, her heart belongs to the moonflower for deeply personal reasons.
Inessa: Good flowers are hard to come by Kirkwall, at least for women of her station. The most she has seen of them has come through her work as an apothecary. For this reason, she has decided the marigold is her favorite.
Invi: As the local font of mystical and magical wisdom, Invi is well acquainted with many different plants. The language of flowers is one in which she is fluent, though it has little bearing in her choice of favorite. It’s the water hyacinth, for those interested.
Isa: The man is a Radiant Garden native. There is no conceivable way he escaped being a fan of flowers. Of the many species found on his homeworld, he just had to be enchanted by a dangerous one -- wolf’s bane.
Kokoro: Her mother is aforementioned master’s daughter from Eraqus’ answer. She could never have escaped being educated and invested in flowers. Of the many that her mother grew in her garden, Kokoro gained an affinity for foxglove.
Roxas: He doesn’t know a lot about flowers, admittedly. There wasn’t a lot of time to stop and smell them during his missions, and Marluxia was unbearable even on his best behavior. He feels drawn towards the forget-me-not for reasons he cannot immediately pinpoint.
Zevran: If a poison can be made from it or a message conveyed with it, Zevran is aware of it. He’s learning how to appreciate flowers for just being flowers the longer he’s a free agent. And he’s a cliche who just adores a red rose.
C : CHOCOLATE. does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?
Aerith: It’s ok, but a little out of her budget. Whatever is cheapest gets her vote.
Albel: First had chocolate on the Diplo. It churned his stomach. Disgusting.
Angela: Yes, but only a rich European style or she’s not touching it.
Aria: Humans are out of their gods damned minds thinking this tastes good.
Aqua: As a connoisseur of desserts, absolutely. Loves a good white chocolate.
Braska: Has never heard of chocolate in his life.
Eraqus: Patron saint of sweet teeth. Milk chocolate or don’t talk to him.
Gwynevere: It’s human food and she’s not a plebeian.
Inessa: Had some once as a child. It’s now way out of her budget but she dreams.
Invi: More fond of chocolate products. Loves hot chocolate.
Isa: His body is a temple and only cheat days permit a chocolate/nuts candy bar.
Kokoro: Eh. Not a huge sweets person, but a rich chocolate cake has her number.
Roxas: If it’s not sea salt ice cream don’t fuckin talk to him.
Zevran: Thinks Aria is fucking crazy and any chocolate is good chocolate.
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I Really Hate Full Moons
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Alec Lightwood is fast asleep, wrapped up his blankets feeling warm and content, or at least he was until, the curtains were pulled open and the bright morning sun shined right in his face, he groaned, burying his face into the pillow, trying to block out the sunlight. Right now he just wants to sleep.
But that goes out the window, when he felt a hand on his shoulder, shaking him lightly. "Alexander, pup, time to rise and face the day," Magnus's soft voice told him, Alec let out a low growl, opening one eye to see his fiance standing, there looking beautifully breathtaking, like he always does, even during the morning hours.
"Pup? Magnus, babe. I told you not to call me that," Alec reminded him, his voice is raspy with sleep, as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes.
Magnus chuckled with a smile on his face. "Can't help it, my love, you remind me of a puppy sometimes."
Alec hummed, finally getting a good look at Magnus, now that he was somewhat awake, seeing how he was fully dressed, no make up on, but he had his jewelry on though. "Fully dressed already. I see, huh?" He asked, sitting up
“Well, yes Alexander. I had to get up early to get your favorite breakfast for you," Magnus answered, Alec gave a look, and went to open his month before Magnus interrupted him. "Before you said it, no I didn't buy anything to cook for breakfast, not after what happened last time. I went down to our favorite bakery and got it," he let out a sigh of relief, that's good both he and Magnus were chaotic disasters in the kitchen, they nearly burnt down their kitchen the last time they cooked.
"That's really sweet, baby," he stated, smiling lovingly at Magnus, who returned it with one of his own.
"I thought so," Magnus said, Alec leaned forward closing his eyes, and he gets the hint and closed the distance between them with a kiss, Alec tries to make the kiss last longer, before Magnus pulled away, so Alec fell forward just a tad, and frowned at not getting his morning kisses. "Come on, you gotta eat, it's a big day today, the first full moon of the new year."
Oh shit, how could've he forgotten about the full moon tonight, and before you ask, the other reason why Magnus always calls him 'pup' sometimes other then being he reminds Magnus of a puppy sometimes and why the full moon is a big deal, is because he's a werewolf. Yes, a werewolf, they actually exist, and he had to find out the hard way by getting attacked, one night and everything changed, but Magnus, he stayed by his side, helping him with the changes, somehow making him fall more in love, even though that wasn't possible.
"Yep, big day today," Alec sighed, throwing back the covers, god he really hates full moons, so much.
After breakfast, the day seemed to pass by somewhat fast, Alec and Magnus stayed home, as they always do, during the full moon nights, watched mindless shows off of Netflix, until it was close to dinner time, to which Magnus ordered takeout from one of their favorite restaurants, and they ate together and talked about some of their wedding details, while the sun had began to set outside.
"You finished, my angel?" Magnus asked, as Alec stared down at his empty plate, looking very uncomfortably, a sign he was about to begin his change. Alec just nodded, biting on his lip. Magnus smiled softly, getting up from his chair, grabbing their plates, he stopped and gives Alec a kiss on the forehead before heading into the kitchen.
Magnus sets the dishes into the sink and stores what's left of their food into the fridge, so it wouldn't go bad, before turning back to the dishes in the sink. It's a few minutes before he felt Alec coming up behind him and embracing him, burying his face into his neck, he grinned at this, continuing with washing until Alec planted a kiss on his neck and he felt his fangs with the kiss, he knew then that it was close. Magnus turned off the water and twisted himself around to face Alec, who was feeling his fangs with his tongue. "Now, my love?"
Alec looked at him with those big doe eyes of his, which flash quickly to bright green than back to their normal hazel, nodding his head. "Yeah, baby," he replied, Magnus gives him a reassuring smile before taking his hand and leading him out of their kitchen.
"Let's go, pup," Magnus decided to tease his fiance again with the petname.
Alec rolled his eyes and growled a bit. "Enough with the "pup" name, Magnus." Who just giggled, tightening his grip on Alec's hand as he led them up the stairs.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Alec immediately stripped out of his clothes, not wanting to rip them when he shifted later on, just leaving himself standing his underwear, he breathed in deeply, feeling his body ache as the urge to change came on stronger and stronger, Magnus walked out of his work room, where he normally keeps the chains, holding them in his hands, he held out his hand, shaking his head at Magnus with those chains. "No wait here."
Magnus raised an eyebrow in confusion, watching Alec disappear off into another room, what the hell was he doing? It's not long before Alec comes back, this time with a different kind of chain, and he knew which one it was right off the bat, it was one that Alec had insisted on buying along time ago and Magnus really disliked the chains and liked to keep them hidden away, but somehow he just kept finding them. Alec handed the chains to him, and goes to sit down in front of the radiator, he stared down at the chains his hands, getting down onto his knees. "You sure about this, Alexander?"
"Yes, I'm sure, babe," Alec answered quickly, looking at his fiance, Magnus sighed heavily, giving in, as much as he hates these chains, because he knows it'll hurt Alec, when he changes, he can't change Alec's mind to use the normal chains, because Alec is that fucking stubborn.
"Okay, love," Magnus said, and gets to work with the chains, looping them around Alec, who grimaced at the sliver against his bare skin - sliver actually doesn't kill werewolves, like myths said, it's just really uncomfortable for them when they're about to shift, and when they shift, it hurts a lot, but it doesn't do anything when they're in human form - he hooks the chains to the radiator, making sure they're nicely secure, and sits back to look at Alec. "Do you need me to put down a pillow for you?"
"No, babe I'm fin-" Alec's sentence is cut short by an involuntary growl escaping him, his eyes flashing to green once again. Magnus smiled softly, placing a gentle hand on his face to kiss his forehead, then nose and finally lips, then getting up from the floor.
"Alright, angel, just let me know if you need anything," Magnus told him, Alec nods, his green eyes reflecting in the moonlight now as he watched Magnus, pick up the normal chains and head back down stairs.
Magnus dropped the chains on the floor by the staircase and walked over to the couch, he grabbed his book from the table and flopped down on the couch, flipping his book open to the page he had bookmarked, he hoped that reading would get his mind off of Alec chained up like a monster upstairs, he hated doing it, but Alec told him that it was for the best, that he'd be chained up, because he didn't want to take chances on hurting anyone or Magnus himself, a few times he was able to get Alec to test out full moon nights without being chained up, some of the nights were a success but the others? Not so much, it ended up with Alec disappearing and some wild animals ending up.. well dead. And so they went back doing this.
Within the next ten minutes of laying there, trying to keep his mind off of Alexander, Alec's howls and cries sounding more dog like then human and it sounded like there was pain mixed in with it. Magnus bit on his lip. "He said not to do anything, just let him be, Magnus, just let him be."
Going with Alec's wishes to be left alone and in pain, only lasts about about an hour and half, close to two hours, before Magnus just can't take it anymore, he tossed his book onto the table, and hops up from his spot, he made his way back up the stairs, Alec is snarling and whining at the same time when Magnus laid his eyes on him now, that he's shifted, his green eyes glowing in the dark hallway, Alec saw him out of the corner of his eye and turned to him and growled loudly, tugging his chains.
Magnus walked over to the radiator and sat down in front Alec, who snarled again. "Alexander, just be quiet, the snarling is gonna get you nowhere." And Alec immediately stopped and gives him the wide eyes, the same wide eyes that Magnus loves so much and never can say no to, he sighed and moved closer to him, reaching out to cup Alec's furry face with his hand.
Alec tried to move closer to him, but whined loudly at the chains against his skin, Magnus looked down at Alec's arm and sees the irritated skin trying to heal from the chains but it didn't no good when the chains went right back to rubbing the irritated skin, his heart stopped for a minute staring at the skin, "Alexander," he said, Alec whined again, and he lifted his head up to connect with Alec's pained but, stern eyes, telling yes he's in pain, but leave him like this, but he couldn't do that. "Alexander, no, we need to change these now, I don't want you hurting, love. Please let me change them."
Alec stared at him, trying to stay stern with it, but hearing the pleading tone in Magnus' voice and seeing it in his eyes, he can't help but to give in, and also he really did needed get out of these chains because he was in some amount of pain. He nodded his head, and Magnus smiled softly, and made quick work on getting the chains off, he let out what was supposed to be a sigh but just sounded like a snort, at the chains being off of him.
"Now, angel I'll be right back, with the old chains, don't move," Magnus kissed his nose before hurrying down the stairs to grab the chains, he had left there earlier, just as he picked up the chains, Magnus hears a howl followed by a loud crash, his eyes widened and he forgets the chains to run back up the stairs, hoping that maybe there was some other werewolf in their neighborhood that broke loose. But alas it wasn't, Magnus is greeted with an empty hallway, with a broken window, glass everywhere and no Alec, he sighed, knowing this might happen, normally Alec could resist the urge to look at the moon, but sometimes as Alec told him one time after shifting it's hard to resist, because the moon is calling out to you.
Magnus pinned a large blanket up to the broken window, he already knew where Alec was most likely heading to, the forest, that wasn't too far from their neighborhood, he had went there in the past when he got loose, so that's probably where he was at, after that he throws on a jacket, shoes and headed out the door.
He had hoped to not run into anyone, but as it would seem fate wasn't on his side tonight, because his and Alec's next door neighbor and close friend, Helen Blackthorn, was taking out the trash, when she noticed him. "Hey Magnus," she greeted with a smile, Magnus stopped and turned to her. "Whatcha doing out tonight, normally you stay in, when it's a full moon."
Magnus chuckled nervously. "Well, yeah I usually do, but um, my dog got out again," yep that's the cover story he came up with one time Helen or her wife who takes out the trash from time to time as well, asked where he was going when the first time Alec got loose, and he's used it ever since whenever, Alec has gotten loose and, he ran into Helen or her wife, Aline.
"Again, Magnus? Haven't you and Alec heard, something wild has been killing pets and other wild animals lately, they've been putting out traps to capture or kill it," Helen explained, well fuck, he hasn't heard that, first he knows it isn't Alec, since he's been chained up the past two months during the full moons. He needs to find Alec now.
"I didn't know that. Thanks for telling me, Helen."
"Anytime, so good luck on finding him, maybe you and Alec should look into getting a cat, best thing Aline and I ever did. Artemis wonders off every night, but she always comes home."
Magnus nodded, not having time for this anymore, knowing Alec could end up in one of the traps that had been set up, either hurt or even worse dead. "Well I am gonna go find him then, see you later Helen!" He waved her off, and makes a run towards the forest, he heard Helen calling out to him, but couldn't understand what she said.
When he entered the forest, immediately seeing the prints in the ground, tells him that Alec had most definitely came this way, so he followed the prints and the breaks in branches as well. Magnus makes sure, that he's watching where he's going in the forest, he really doesn't need to get caught in one of those traps, Helen told him about.
"Alexander! Alexander, where are you!?" Magnus shouted, crossing his arms, trying to keep himself warm from the cold ass wind, for a second he heard nothing before a long howl came not to far away from where he was walking to, so he followed where the howl had come from, and comes across a long hill down, he bit his lip and slowly made his way down, he can't misstep and fall down the hill, break any of his bones or worse his neck.
Magnus can hear growls and grunts as he neared the end of the hill, but couldn't see anything yet, until he stopped and sees a figure, who he already knows is Alec with his head bent down and something in his mouth, son of a bitc- Alec did not just do what he think he did, and Alec can sense he's being watched turned around and looked up at Magnus, with a quite big coyote, hanging out of his mouth. "Oh my god, really, Alexander?"
Alec watched him with big green eyes filled with, well Magnus couldn't tell, as he jumped down from the hill. "I don't need you to hunt for me, Alexander, we've food, love. I know the wolf in you insists on doing this, but you gotta tell that wolf that we've food at home and you take care of me." Magnus reminded, Alec dropped the coyote from his mouth and pouted, keeping eyes on his fiance.
"And now we gotta replace another window, because the wolf in you wanted to kill things for me," Alec followed Magnus's movements as he walked closer to him and as soon as Magnus' foot came close to a patch of tall grass, he saw something very shiny, Alec's mind immediately jumped to protect Magnus, from what he knew was a trap. Magnus wasn't paying attention, still talking about something when he lifted up his foot to step into the tall grass, Alec let out a loud growl.
Startled, Magnus locked eyes with Alec, who broke off into a run towards him, he didn't have the time to react before Alec jumped onto him, knocking him on the ground hard, but in the progress of being knocked onto the ground, he heard a snap! and than a loud howl coming from Alec, he sat up quickly, to see Alec in pain, whining loudly as he tried to move his foot which was stuck in a... bear trap. He must've seen the bear trap in the grass when he got close to it, and he pushed him out of the way, to save him.
He protected me, he saved me. He thought to himself, as Alec howled in pain again, breaking him away from his thoughts, Magnus crawled across the ground to get to Alec, reaching his love, he went right to work on getting him free from the trap, Alec watches him with a soft but pained look on his face, it was hard but with most of his strength he opened the bear trap and freed Alec's foot.
Alec was right up after Magnus released his foot, his hands or paws were checking for any signs of injuries on Magnus from pushing him onto the ground, "Alexander, angel I am fine, you didn't hurt me, you saved me, love. You saved me," Magnus tells him, cupping Alec's face and kissing his nose, before pulling him into a tight hug.
Alec doesn't return the hug for a moment, shocked by the quick hug, but then he melted into Magnus' embrace, wrapping his arms around him and closing his eyes. And they stay like this for awhile, until Alec moved his foot and a bit of pain shot up his entire leg, he whined, pulling away from Magnus, some to look down at his foot.
And Magnus finally was able to get a real good look at Alec's foot, there was blood all over the top of his foot, but through the blood, he could see the holes in his foot, from the bear trap, they were trying to heal, but since the holes were really deep, it was taking a bit longer, then it usually does. "Oh, angel, come on, let's get you home and clean up your wound," Alec nodded and gave him a smile, and Magnus couldn't help but to giggle at him, with those wide eyes and fangs poking out of the smile. He's so adorable.
It takes them awhile to get back home, having to be careful with sneaking Alec back into the neighborhood, they didn't need to get noticed by some nosy old woman calling the police on them, and with Alec's injury, he's much slower with walking. But when they do, they head straight up the stairs, and Magnus disappeared off into the bathroom to grab the first-aid kit while Alec laid down on their bed, keeping his injured, bleeding foot off of the sheets.
Alec leaned up a bit, when he saw the lights in the bathroom turn off, and Magnus exited out, holding the first-aid kit and a towel. "Let's get your foot cleaned up, my love." With that, he begins to clean off the blood, Alec winced at this but didn't make a single noise, once that was done, Magnus could finally see how bad it was, well it did look worse with the blood but now with it cleaned off, it didn't look as bad, but still was bad. Magnus opened up the kit and takes out the cream that helps keep the wounds clean. "Alexander, this might sting," he warns, squeezing some of the cream onto his hand, Alec nodded, and Magnus took this as his go-head to use the cream, he rubbed the cream into the wounds, Alec doesn't jerk or howl, but he does grit his teeth, but that's about it.
"Okay, last is the bandages then, you're good, angel," Magnus said, bringing out the bandages, Alec doesn't say anything, just watches with a lovestruck soft smile on his face as Magnus wrapped up his foot up with the bandages. "And we're done, does it feel better?" he lifted his head up to see Alec, looking so adorable, with his fangs peaking out of the smile, he has, and his eyes are shining with so much love, and he's pretty sure that the injury does feel a bit better, Magnus grinned, standing up and leaned forward to cup Alec's face and plant a kiss on his nose. "I love you."
Alec replied with like a growlish noise, that sounded like he was trying to say "I love you too," and he pouted, when it didn't come out how he wanted it to, Magnus snickered, kissing his nose again. "Be right back," with he picked up the kit and headed back into the bathroom, as Alec got more comfortable on the bed, the energy from the wolf inside him was fading off fast, so he was feeling tired and achy from hell, and the bed curved along his body, helping those achy muscles, it's not long before his eyes start to feel heavy and Alec can't fight the urge to close his eyes anymore, he closed them and began to drift off.
Magnus came out of the bathroom, about two minutes later, to see Alec on his side, breathing almost evenly, which was a sign he was close to falling asleep, during the times when Alec got loose because of losing control with his wolf, after he'd find Alec and bring him back in control, Alec'd tell him or actually growl at him, to chain him back up, but there'd be a few times where Alec would be too tired out from running around in the woods for a few minutes, hunting or being free and just give up and go to sleep, in bed, like right now, a tiny smile spreads across his face, as he stripped off his clothes from today and grabbed a pair of sleep pants, put them on and slid into his spot on the bed, immediately he feels Alec move closer and wrapped his arm, to which he chuckled softly at.
Only after a few of laying there, in Alec's embrace, he felt his body relax and his eyelids beginning to droop on him, so Magnus closed his eyes and soon he falls fast asleep, in Alec's hold.
When Alec awoke in the morning, he felt a lot better then he did the night before, he felt more at content, because his wolf wasn't restless anymore, his foot felt ten times better, but mainly the reason why he was more at content because he woke up with Magnus in his arms, so he could get the morning cuddles he missed out on yesterday. He smiled and buried his face into Magnus' neck, planting a kiss there on his neck, snuggling closer to him.
And Magnus stirred at this, letting out a small moan, slowly waking up, Alec decides to attack his neck with kisses, to help him wake up, it takes a minute before Magnus reacts to the kisses on his neck, by wiggling and and giggling softly at Alec's lips on his skin. "Go-good morning, Alexander," Magnus manged to get out in between his giggles.
Alec smiled into his neck, and replied. "Good morning, baby."
Magnus grinned, as well, his eyes still closed. "Feeling better, my love?"
"Yeah, so much better, so much," Alec answered, nuzzling into Magnus' neck.
"Mmh, I'm glad to hear that, angel," he hummed, cuddling closer to Alec, feeling the love they have for each other in this moment.
They laid there for a while, just doing nothing but holding onto each other, until Alec let go of Magnus and started to move onto his back. "Maybe I should go down to our bakery for breakfast," Alec said, stretching out his foot and winced at the pain that shot through his leg, nowhere near as bad as it was last night, but still it hurt.
Magnus rolled over onto his other side, now he can see Alec, he rested his head on Alec's shoulder and threw his arm across Alec's waist to keep him from getting out of bed. "Alexander, love, just shut up, it's early, we were up half of the night, let's just lay here and sleep for a bit longer, okay?"
For a second Alec doesn't say anything, but then he kisses Magnus' head and softly said. "Okay, baby, okay."
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Prompt Fill : Sam & Catboy!Gabe
For my 3000 followers prompt fest, anon asked: I would honestly lose my mind over a fic that shows more of the Sabriel side of “Dean’s Special Little Catboy.” It would be really amazing if they got their own spin-off fic, but I would settle for a one-shot that shows more of their relationship. Smut would be nice, but even just a glimpse of their day to day life would be great.
- I’m too busy right now with my two multi-chapters so at the moment this will just be a collection of one-shots. Hope you enjoy!
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Sam Winchester has never felt so relieved for a work meeting to be over. It was a long, dry, pointless one. The kind where Sam just wants to scream at his clients to get their shit together. That's not what lawyers do, though, so instead he has to sit back and suffer in silence.
He's just thankful he finally got to start his own law office. He sets his own hours, picks his own staff, and decides what cases he wants. It even gives him time for pro bono cases.
Best of all? No one can give him shit for having his catboy at work.
When he enters his private office inside the firm, he finds his boy on the burgundy rug in front of the fireplace. He's laying on his belly with his little feet swaying in the air as he colors in the new Princess book Sam bought him this past week. A plate of carrot sticks, cheese, and crackers is beside him with his sippy cup full of juice.
Sam doesn't even close the door before he sees Gabriel's little cat ears perk. He hears a distant sniffing sound and then the catboy is up and running to him.
“Daaadddy!” He launches into Sam's arms, wrapping his skinny legs around his waist and wiry arms around his neck, squeezing. “I missed you soooooo much. You was gone fowevew!”
“I know. Daddy missed you too.”
He wiggles in excitement. “We go home now?”
“Daddy has a little more work to do. But if you're a really good boy, we can go to the park after.”
Gabriel's eyebrows raise. “And ice cweam?”
Sam laughs and plants a kiss on Gabriel's nose, making the kitten squirm and giggle. “Ice cream too.”
“Yaaaay!” He claps his hands and wiggles, a silent request for daddy to put him down.
When Sam puts him on his feet, he settles on his belly again and returns to coloring. It's a picture of Minnie Mouse holding a heart. He wants to write ‘I love you daddy’ but his little mind is hurting from trying to remember his lessons. His pink tongue sticks out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrates. It takes time but then he's finished.
He hops up and runs over to his daddy, tugging on his shirt sleeve to get his attention. Sam looks down to see his little one proudly holding the piece of paper colored in chaotic scribbles with I Luv U Dady in choppy handwriting.
Sam's heart skips. “Oh baby. I love it so much! Thank you.”
Gabriel puffs up with pride, cheeks turning pink. He fiddles with his pretty yellow dress, tiny fingers loving the feel of the tutu material against them. He loves being dressed in pretty things but he loves being nakey more. He wishes they were home already so he could strip down. He could take a nice warm bubble bath, and then daddy would lotion him up and make him smell all nice. Then he could snuggle nakey on daddy’s lap, feeling daddy’s big hands stroking his soft skin. Maybe keep his cock warm for a while. They could watch a movie.
He sighs. “Daddy, you done yets?”
“No, baby. I need maybe one more hour.”
“Bit I bowed.”
“Hi bored, I’m daddy.”
Gabriel frowns at his daddy, eyebrows pulling in. His daddy is always making terrible daddy jokes, and they usually get him to smile, but not today. He’s putting his tiny foot down. If he giggles and forgives him, he’ll be bored for another hour. If he continues to be angry and pouty, maybe daddy will decide to leave early. Or at least figure out a way to entertain him in the meantime.
Sure enough, his daddy looks sad and guilty. He reaches out and takes the kitten into his arms. Gabriel straddles his lap and places his two small hands on his daddy’s chest, kneading him.
“Do you want to keep daddy company while he writes his brief?”
Gabriel tilts his head at that last word. He’s heard it before. “Bwief means fast and showt. Dat dis?”
Sam smiles. “In a way. It’s fast and short compared to what the information actually is, but it’s not fast and short like it will be done quick. It’s gonna take me about an hour or so, bud.”
His bottom lip curls out, wet and plump, trembling with sadness. Sam can never resist that bottom lip. It gets Gabriel everything.
“Oh, baby boy.” He cradles the back of Gabriel’s head and guides that pouty lip to his mouth. The kitten shivers, then moans when his daddy licks along the seam of his lips. He opens and tilts his head. Sam takes advantage of the new position and begins to devour him. It’s been a few hours since he kissed his boy last. He had tasted like mint toothpaste and candy. Now, he tastes like his apple juice. Sam licks inside his mouth, tangling their tongue together, groaning at the rough texture of his kitten’s tongue against his.
He unzips his pants and fiddles with it to release his hard and aching cock. Gabriel gets up on his knees to give him more room to work, the kiss continuing. He’s not wearing any panties so all Sam has to do is pull out his sparkly pink plug. It’s a small one and his baby could probably use some prep, but Sam is too desperate. He breaks their kiss, latching his mouth onto the spot on Gabriel’s neck that drives the boy absolutely wild. He bites down hard, then sucks away the pain. When he feels a rush of slick covering his hand and dick, he uses it to lube up and slams into his kitten.
The noise Gabriel makes is loud and sharp, somewhere between a desperate keen and a cry for help. Sam doesn’t give him time to adjust. Gabriel wouldn’t want him to, anyway. The little one likes things on the rougher side most times. He likes to feel how big and strong his daddy is.
Tears streak down his face as his daddy fucks up into him. He huffs and pouts under his breath, sniffling and hiccuping. It doesn’t take long for his well-used hole to remember how to take his daddy, though. Then it’s fluttering open beautifully. Swallowing Sam whole. Taking him deep enough to make Gabriel feel him in his tummy. It took Sam seven months to be able to bury himself completely in Gabriel. It had been a frustrating process. Everyone thinks having a monster dick is great, but not when all you want to do is fuck the shit out of your tiny kitten and can’t.
The training was sure as hell fun, though.
And now, Gabriel takes him like a champ. Fucking loves his daddy’s monster cock. Loves the feel of being split open and stuffed full.
“Daddy, daddy,” the kitten whispers, riding him in frustration. Sam has stopped moving now. He’s grinning at his boy. It’s a teasing smile that Gabriel doesn’t think he likes much. “Daddy, move.”
“No. You’re here to keep me warm.”
The kitten looks up at him, sad brown eyes watery and red rimmed. “But - but- but we-”
“Hush.” Sam takes the back of his head and guides him forward until his face is in his neck. Gabriel sniffles and wraps his arms around his daddy’s neck, smearing his tears against the skin there. He feels a kiss pressed to his temple, eyes fluttering shut despite his anger. It’s really not that bad. Sure, daddy got him super horny, but daddy had to get him like that for his big cock to fit inside him. At least he gets to warm daddy’s cock now. Maybe he can even take a little kitten nap. Then daddy will fuck him for real, fill him up, plug him, and they can go to the park and eat ice cream.
Sighing in happiness with this new plan of action, Gabriel wiggles a little to get his daddy’s cock in a more comfortable spot, then relaxes into him and lets himself drift into a blissful rest.
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Gabriel wakes up to pure pleasure and the feeling of being full, full, full. He blinks open his sleepy eyes, looking down at his little kitty cock pressed against his daddy’s tummy. It’s drooling on daddy’s nice work shirt. He doesn’t know when daddy took his dress off but he’s not complaining. He just leans forward so his sensitive rose bud nipples get to feel the nice scritch scratch of his daddy’s shirt. When the sensation sends a zing up his spine, he shivers and moans.
“Oh, daddy.”
“What baby?”
“Feews soooooooo good.”
Sam grins down at him, loving the way his boy looks when he’s out of his mind with pleasure. The bright eyes full of tears. The bright pink cheeks. The constant twitching of his kitten ears. The way his pouty little mouth drops open in a perfect, pink ‘o’ that Sam just wants to fuck with his cock.
Leaning forward, he latches his mouth around one of those perfect perky nipples and sucks at it, harsh and fast. The kitten rocks on his cock, mewling. His claws dig into Sam’s chest but he doesn’t care. He just grunts through the pain and continues to fuck up into him.
His poor boy pussy flutters and retracts around daddy’s huge cock as he gets closer and closer to that explosion daddy always gives his belly. Sam can feel the shift and stands up, keeping Gabriel firmly on his cock. He lays the boy on his desk and leans over so he’s fucking into him hard. His little feet rest on Sam’s shoulders, the angle making him go impossibly deep and hit just the right spot every time he thrusts in.
With his next thrust, Gabriel yowls and shoots a load onto his little belly. One of his hands grabs his cocklet and starts rubbing at it like it wasn’t enough. “Needs you daddy. Need daddy’s commies in my bewwy.”
“I know, baby. Be patient.”
The little one whimpers and nods, his powdery pink prick already watering again from the rough abuse of his tiny hand against it. Sam traces the outline of his cock moving in his boy's belly. He shivers as he feels himself through the kitten's silky skin.
His kitten starts crying again, tugging at his kitty cock too hard in desperation. Sam moves his hand away to keep him from hurting himself and spits a glob down onto the boys smooth cock and hairless little balls. He uses it as lube and starts working his baby boy into his second orgasm.
“Come for daddy and I'll give you my commies.”
“Oooooh, yes daddy! Pwease!” He twitches his thin hips and gasps, cheeks and tips of his human ears turning pink, tail coming around to brush against his little cock that's being rolled between his daddy's two fingers. The feel of the hair tickling him is enough and he shoots watery little spurts of kitten come onto himself. Sam lets go of his cocklet and grabs his hips hard enough to bruise, slamming into him three times roughly before stilling and filling him.
Even after he pulls out, there's a tiny bulge in his kitten's soft tummy from where he dumped his load. He plugs his hole, then scoops him up to carry him to the adjoining bathroom. After he cleans and dresses his boy again, the sleepy kitten looks up at him, rubbing at an eye.
“We go pawk now? ‘N ice cweam?”
Sam laughs, ruffling his boys pretty blonde curls. “Of course, buddy. Let's go.”
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A/N : PAr 10 anyone ? is someone even wait for this shits ? Anyway any question just ask me through the ask box.. Love Y’alll
Normal POV
When Cas saw the words on Dean’s back, he could’ve swore he’d got a heart attack. What he saw is somewhat similar to what he found from the crime scene this morning.
“Remember when I told you I couldn’t find anything this morning?” The brothers nodded “Well.. I missed it..” He took his phone and shows the brothers the exact same words on Dean’s back. “This words craved in one of the mirror in that house, at first I thought it’s not important. But then later I sensed some sort of power coming out of it.”
“And what is that ?” Sam asked
“Time… exists far before God was born, He used his power to form realities, to control them.. and when he did change the reality, there would be a trace somewhere. To mark what has been changed in those realities..”
“So whoever this Time guy he changed me ? in this reality?” Dean said confused.
“I’m afraid yes..”
“But why me? What it has to do with me?”
“That’s what we’re about to find out.” Without warning, Cas places his hand on Dean’s back right where the words were. Then everything goes white, blinding white untill they are forced to close their eyes tight.
Y/N’s POV
“I don’t care… I have to bring him back…it’s not supposed to happened.”
“But you have to be sure son… you’re about to change his reality… the one that never lead him to his death, to you…”
“I’ll do anything for him.. father.. tell me how to do it…”
He guide me through the ritual, changing reality, Dean’s reality. To the one when he never met me, to the one where he live and still hunting to save people. By the end of the ritual, Dean’s body disappeared. I began to panicked thingking that something has gone wrong.
“Don’t worry son, it worked.. he’s home now..”
I then broke down right then and there. This is the right thing to do, to save him, the men I love. But it still hurts, knowing that he would never remember me, he would never knew that I’m exsist, he would never knew that I love him, more than anything. But this is the right thing to do. Since when in my life, the right thing to do doesn’t inflict pain to anyone ? Hell even my father left me when I can barely recognize him. it was painfull, it still is now. But I made up my mind, it’s too late to back down, My family is all dead, Cas, Sam and Dean doesn’t even know that I exsist anymore. I have no one now, so there’s nothing to loose.
I woke up from those memories again, the day when I decided to erase myself from his life. It was the hardest decision in my life, but as my grandpa taught me, I have to fight. Yeah, no mater what kind of choices I have, I have to choose to fight. Years ago I chose to fight to protect my brothers and sisters. And now’s the same, I choose to fight to protect people that I love, my family, my Dean.
Walking through the hall on the outside part of the castle. Taking every detail I could, it’s been few weeks since I arrived, or few days on earth, but I never realized how dreamy this place looked. I looked to the right where the hall is guarded with beautifully craved pillars, and raillings. The sight outside is none other than the most beautiful valley i’ve ever seen. The grass was green, filled with colourful flowers here and there, and few old trees that looks majestic. Now that I think about it again, this looks exactly like in those fantasy movies I watched. While I lost in my train of thoughts, I bumped to something hard, a metal. I looked up to meet a very pissed of expresion from a men that I bumped. I took a step back, and taking in his features. Tall, very tall with dark hair, and the most muscular body i’ve ever seen judging from the size of his arms. The armor he wears, the sword on his hip, and the big shield he carry, i could tell that he’s one of the prime pieces. From which side? Of course from the bad one, it’s all written on his face. But despite of that, I apologized for bumping him, admitting that I was walking without looking. I did it in hope maybe somehow he would see my descency as a men, and wouldn’t snap at me. But boy, I was wrong.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking..” I bowed my head, out of habit in apologizing
“How dare you!..” He paused “Ah.. you’re the king’s son.. no wonder Cosmos was so eager to gring you here. You would be easy to kill, it will destroy Chronos without even need to fight him. Such a clumsy…” His tone dripping poison.
I snaped my head up and glared at him loosing it “Excuse me ? Ha.. me… easy to kill ? wrong guess big guy.. And who are you anyway ? wearing all those tin looking like a trash can blocking ten feet wide hallway..”
To my insult he growled and charging at me. But before he could grab me, a pair of strong hands pulled me to the side. Making him tripped over himself and land on his face, a loud pang was heard through the hallway from the impact of his armor and the floor.
“I guess you’re the clumsy one here Templar..” The voice coming from someone that pulled me.
“you are so dead in the next game Aria…” The men said through gritted teeth after he rushed to his feet, then leave me alone with this girl who just saved me. She turned to me and offer me her hand, I take it “Aria, I’m a pawn for the rook..” I raised my eyebrows and she gets what I’m asking without I voiced it “Hilda… I’m her pawn.”
“Nice to meet you Aria, I’m (Y/N).. bishop of the king I guess?..” I introduced myself
“I know who you are your highness.. anyway, that moron didn’t gave you any trouble before I got here?”
“No..because you saved me..thank you… by the way.. I never saw you since I arrived..”
“Oh about that..” She pulled something from her waist bag, a necklace. With a crystal as the pendant, a clear one with the hint of purple. “King asked me to make this for you.. took me long enough, I have to search for the right materials so I haven’t been around castle for a while” She handed me the necklace with crystal pendant. “It’s charmed necklace, we use it to communicate with eachother and we will be able to find eachother’s location with it. It’s a go to item from Team King..” she grinned at me.
“Thank you..So.. how did you fight in the last game?”
“Pardon ?”
“I mean everyone has a power here, especially those who’s involved in the game. I want to know your power since I heard from Arthur you and Hilda took down half of Cosmos’s army in the last game”
“Well first, that wasn’t an army. The thing is, Bishop of Cosmos has a power to enchance her pawn’s power, and her pawn can multiply himself so they made a clones in a large amount. Besides of that, the bishop is fairly weak so my job was to use my power to sneak around and attack the bishop while Hilda went wild with the clones.”
“And your power is..?”
“I could disappear from anyone’s sight.” She said to the point.
“That’s cool… like a ninja..”
“Thank you your highness.. although I don’t know what is this ninja you are talking about”
I chuckled at that “And that men earlier who was he?”
“Templar? He’s a knight of Cosmos, he’s strong, with a hot body, a face, but all those doesn’t mean a thing because of his attitude..”
I look at her giving her a knowing look “You like him..” I said shortly. She doesn’t deny it, but only smiles shyly. “Well.. that’s cute..ohh how about his pawn?”
“His pawn is ghost horse, you know? The knights have the tendency to make their pawn as their mount so they choosed those with animal forms. It’s the rooks of Cosmos that we really have to be careful of..”
“why is that ?”
“Last game was chaotic, a litteral war. Hilda fight the clones of pawn, while I sneak up to their bishop. Artur and Pegasus fight Templar and his pawn. The King and the Queen were against each other. And our bishop was fighting against quen’s rook. At least that’s what we thought, until the next thing we know bishop killed his own pawn and fight against us.” She took a deep breath and continues “We didn’t know her power, until she controls king’s bishop… Total Control, her power.. she would kill her enemy using her pawn, a voodoo doll. And after that, she put her consiousness into that dead body.”
“Wow..” is only my respond to her explainations
“But we won though, the king and his pawn won against the queen.That ended the game… Didn’t anyone told you?”
“Nah.. maybe because I never asked..and how about the previous bishop?”
To this question she looked down and smiled sadly. “He was a good men. When the king asked us to be his pieces, the bishop is there. He was an angel, a fallen angel that was punished not to be able to reincarnate.”
“Wait angel reincarnate ?” I cut her, because I was sure that angel doesn’t reincarnate. Because that’s what Cas told me.
“Some of them do, he was as ancient as the arcangels. Baraqiel, angel of the raging sky. His pawn was also an angel by the way… Well let’s stop this right here, because I still have some mission the king gave me… See you again your majesty.” With that, she leave me.
A moment latter I’m already in the practice hall, fighting both Hilda and Arthur. These two never hold back in a fight, I was thrown here and there before I decided to used my power in the battle. But the minute I did, they did too. Hilda make the the gravity works three times on my body, making me hard to move a muscle. Arthur is running for me, with excalibur blazing a green flame, ethernal flame he told me. He was about to slash me with it when I stoped the time, then I used my power to bring the gravity around me to when it was before Hilda used her power. I moved to the other side of the field before the time is moving again. Hilda and Arthur seems shocked at this, because I never once used time pause in front of them. We ended the practice because of my father’s voice.
“How’s your practice going kids?” He asked all of us
Arthur was the first to answer “Impeccable your majesty, the prince has incridible skill in fighting.”
“That’s good, how about you Hilda? Do you think he’s ready for the game?”
“Of course your majesty, He was ready even before we practice with him.” She gave me her side smirk.
“Good, about the game…” He turned to me “Son, you need to find your pawn as soon as possible.”
“Why ?” He never once asked me about this, and now that he did, it means something is up.
“My sister, she’s starting her universe demolition. She destroyed two galaxy without me even knowing. Her pieces worked in the shadows with her this whole time. That’s why..”
“We need to start the game before she destroy another one…” I finished his sentence.
He nodded, and gave me sad smile. It’s still strange to see him, sometime’s awkward, but he never hold back his emotion to show. And by showing emotions means he even cried in front of me. Not the manly crying, but the sobbing childlike cry. That happened the day I came here, we were talking about mom, and he lost it. He then continued to talk “I know it’s hard for you son, but we have to do it, to protect the people we love, to protect the earth where we both find love, to protect home..”
I looked into his eyes. “I promised Dad..” It’s the first time ever I called him that, and he smiled “I promised myself to do so.. Give me a week and I’ll bring my pawn here.”
“Wait.. a week here or a week on earth?” He asked suddenly aware of my request.
Dean’s POV
My head is killing me right now. Due to the fact that I was tired, also to the fact that Cas decided to give us this bright light shock wave. I tried to open my eyes, but I can’t. It was bright a moment ago, and the next thing it turned dark. I tried and I tried, but I can’t. My eyes heavy, my whole body feels like it’s never been floowed by blood. I can’t feel anything, I’m numb, I wanted to scream but not a single damn muscle can move. I fight and fight harder, trying to at leat feel something. Then I heard it, a voice, a men’s voice, labored breath, he’s crying ? I can’t hear what he said, then I focused on listening.
“Dean.. wake up… don’t leave me like this… it’s all my fault, you’re not supposed to be dead… Dean…wake up”
Fuck I’m dead? Why am I dead? And who is this men crying? HIs fault? What is he talking about? More and more questions came to my mind. Then like a water poured to the full glass, the memories flooding my head. Months ago a boy came to the Bunker, he has the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen. His smiles are so familiar, so heart warming. His laugh brought me mine, his touch on my skin was electrifying. Like that time when I date Cassie, I’m in love? With him? a men? The more and more time I let myself swims in these flood of memories makes my head hurts. Then I heard him again.
“I don’t care…” He paused “If It’s what it takes to bring him back, let it be. He’s dead because he met me, it would be better if he never knew me at all.” He sobbed “Dean, months after my family died, it was you who made me smile for the first time. And before I know it, it was you that makes me smile everyday after that. I know I rarely said this, we are.. rarely said this… but I need you to at least hear it before you couldn’t remember me… I love you Dean Winchester, I’ll always love you…”
To his words, more and more memories coming back. Like a wave on the ocean, the memories came back all at once. Making my body jolted awake, I screamed his name.
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Montreal, Quebec-based musician Alexandra Levy -- who records and performs as Ada Lea-- is also a painter and visual artist, and traces of her many creative abilities run throughout her debut album what we say in private, a beautifully colorful collection of profound pop songs to be released later this summer via Saddle Creek.
To her, music and visual art are different vessels for communicating similar ideas. Levy’s appreciation of female artists -- including the writer Sylvia Plath, visual artists Frida Kahlo and Eva Hesse, and musicians Karen Dalton and Nina Simone -- provides inspiration and guidance, informing her use of multiple artforms as tools for self-expression. Whether it’s creating music or art, “It's a world that I can build around me and sit inside,”she says.Through all her work, Levy explores the concept of womanhood as it feels and looks to her, as well as love and how it transforms over time. She doesn’t shy away from exploring uncomfortable and painful emotions, either. With the brightness of love, strength, and hope contrasted with the darkness of loss, suffering, isolation, and abandonment, the Ada Lea album what we say in privateis a varied and vivid record that constantly seems to shift in the light, bringing together all the intricate influences she’s collected over the years.
what we say in privatebegan with a need to document the ending of an important romantic relationship. Following a tormented period of staying up all night (sometimes days at a time), frantically painting or writing songs as a means of coping, she journalled for 180 days in the hope of finding herself again. She conducted this period of analysis and introspection in private, like most of her creative pursuits, and the process eventually resulted in a rebirth: a rediscovery of self and a new sense of freedom and self-acceptance.
These chaotic feelings and the resulting catharsis are deeply felt in the final recording of what we say in private. Levy wanted the Ada Lea album to feel like a journal entry from those 180 days as she cycled through emotions. Throughout, she expresses feelings and thoughts that all humans experience behind closed doors and alone, but are conditioned to keep to themselves. This is reflected in the lyrics, the artwork, and the songs -- together forming a public exhibition of deeply private matter. The album is a collection of raw, confessional, and at times messy emotions, presented to a society that can fear such realness, often favoring the uncomplicated, curated, and manicured.
Levy delivers something very special on what we say in private.Bold and daring, but also gentle and vulnerable, the album finds new ways of presenting its vision from one inspired idea to the next, a big leap into the wider world with passion and exuberance.
1. mercury 2. wild heart 3. the party 4. for real now (not pretend) 5. just one, please 6. what makes me sad 7. the dancer 8. yanking the pearls off around my neck... 9. 180 days 10. easy
Release Date: 19 July 2019
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It was instant, it was all chaotic, I was amused of how easy it was for you to loose your temper towards someone you “loved”. I sat resting on that passenger seat holding my aching cheek as unstoppable tears rolled down my cheeks wondering how stupid i will be if I stay with you after this. My mind ran wild. I started yelling from the top of my lungs “Im Done With You” you pulled my hair harshly, a type of harsh that not even in bed i would’ve preferred, & you were telling me that I wasn’t done and you drove away with my head tilted towards you with my beautifully damaged hair your right strong fist & my tear drops slowly but hurtfully landing on the arm rest of your dads truck and all of the harsh words you were telling me went through one ear and out the other cause let me tell you I can not remember one word. Honestly, all i could ask myself is “Why Karen? Why?” & at the end of the night, my heart and yours were true to say that they were still considered e a c h o t h e r s.
& oh lord, do I not cry myself to sleep some nights just hating myself for forgiving you for the traumatic pain you left behind that night.
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Scene from Lost in Paradise a Goku x Chichi Fanfic
Scene from Lost in Paradise
Chichi’s P.O.V of his love for Goku after he leaves with Gohan to fight Cell.
She loved him.
There was no doubt in her mind that she did. When she first saw him in his little cloud, with his little tail, his boyish and wild look, she fell for him. She was a little girl but she knew she had found the person she would spend the rest of her life with.
She could still remember their first night together. They were both so naïve. She was scared senseless of what the future would hold for them. But he…
He was oblivious of everything that was going on around him. He didn’t know what to do but neither did she. Well, she had an idea of what they were supposed to do. He just sat on the bed, grinned at her and asked her “What now?”
She remembered how clumsy their kisses were, how his hands tried their best to bring her pleasure and how terrified she was that she wouldn’t be able to satisfy him. But she did, and by the way he reacted the day after, she guessed that she did a good job.
Yet, she was so scared. Not of him, she would never be scared of Goku. She was scared of what was she supposed to do now? What if she wasn’t a good wife? A good companion? What if he regretted his decision? What if… What if…
Goku on the other hand would smile at her and tell her that everything was going to be fine. “Let’s take it one day at a time” He said.
And they did…
They learned to love and care for one another. In a couple of months, she couldn’t imagine her life without him. She couldn’t imagine waking up next to anyone else. She couldn’t imagine making love to anyone else and she definitely couldn’t imagine giving birth to anyone else’s child.
When she first held Gohan in her arms she felt her heart explode. But what really made her tear up was Goku’s reaction to the small baby. She could still remember how wide Goku’s eyes were when she placed Gohan in his arms and said “You are a daddy now.”
He was amazed, she could tell. Goku would look at the baby and then back at Chichi with a smile as huge as his heart. “I am a daddy.” He whispered and turned his attention to the newborn yawning in his arms.
She felt her heart jump in excitement in her chest. Being parents was going to be chaotic… beautifully chaotic.
Gohan was a handful but so was Goku. He wanted to do everything! He wanted to see everything and experience everything. He would ask the silliest question like why did Gohan eat so much, why did he sleep so much, why he was so tiny but she always answered them patiently. He wasn’t the perfect father, but he truly was a good and caring one.
That’s why, when he didn’t came back from Master Roshi’s with Gohan the day he was supposed to, she grew worried. That fear of failure as a wife and mother crept on her again.
When she found out what happened to her family, her heart was torn out of her chest. A widow at such a young age… her son kidnapped by an alien that once almost killed her husband…
Alien…
She had married an alien; a saiyan warrior nonetheless. She should’ve thought about that before. After all, she didn’t know of humans that sported a tail other than Goku.
What was she supposed to do?
She sat down on the living room in her empty home and did what she thought was correct…
She waited patiently for that year to pass.
When the fight with the saiyan was over she was finally reunited with her family. Her husband lay on the floor with almost all the bones in his body crushed and her son lay naked and unconscious in Krillin’s arms.
But they were both alive…
In the hospital, she could tell that Goku had missed her. She couldn’t help but smile every time they would make eye contact. She could see that spark of need in his dark orbs. Too bad he was wearing a body cast. She needed to maintain her serious demeanor with him and Gohan and she did just that. Of course she couldn’t bring herself to be mad at Goku the entire time he was in the hospital.
She somehow found it adorable the fact that she had to help the strongest man in the world do everything from sitting up to going to the bathroom.
After arguing Gohan’s decision to leave for Namek, she let herself relax a bit. She couldn’t fight with Gohan, not when Goku always backed him up. She couldn’t fight with both saiyans…
She reluctantly let Gohan leave to Namek while she stayed back and nursed Goku back to health.
But of course, that didn’t last long. Next thing she knew Goku was flying out the hospital window and heading to Namek.
What was she to do?
She waited.
Gohan came back with Bulma, Vegeta, Piccolo and a whole namekian army.
Krillin was wished back to life and so were Chiatzu, Yamucha and Tien…
But not Goku.
No. He stayed in whatever planet he was to train. He rather trained than be with his family…
Chichi never thought she could hold a grudge against anyone. She knew of hate. Oh, she knew that feeling alright but she never thought that she might have come close to hating the one person that she swore to love for the rest of her life. The one person that didn’t let her heart turn cold and black with hatred was Gohan.
Looking at the boy reminded her of those five years of their marriage. The laughs, the smiles, the cute moments were they would sit on the living room, holding a toddler Gohan, teaching him how to walk, how to talk. Those were the memories that warmed Chichi’s heart and wouldn’t let her hate him. He was the father of the other person she loved more than anything. How could she ever hate him?
She didn’t.
That’s why when he came back from Yadrat, she welcomed him with a smile and a hug at first. She then remembered the pain of his absence, the feeling of abandonment, the ridiculously cold night she suffered when he wasn’t there.
She pushed him away. She didn’t want to fall in his arms again. Not only was he gone for such a long time but he hurt her. The bastard actually managed to physically hurt her to the point that she needed bandages! Yes, it wasn’t his fault. Sure! Blame gravity.
She was now on a chair, wearing head bandages and a makeshift cast to support her injured shoulder.
That didn’t last long though. She was a martial artist; she had suffered shoulder dislocation before. One day she simply popped the thing back to place and continued with the daily routine. Apparently, that gave Goku green light to seduce her again…
And he did.
She had missed him after all. It’s been so long since they had been intimate that she almost forgot how his muscles rippled under his smooth skin with every movement, how they would tense up under her lips when she kissed his stomach, how his moans sound, his ragged breaths, his shudder, his half-closed eyes filled with lust. She had missed him, more than anything, and maybe it wasn’t fair for both of them to suffer one more lonely night.
She loved him…
If she didn’t she wouldn’t had taken care of him the way she did when he became sick with that heart virus. She wouldn’t had risked getting sick herself in order to see him alive and well.
When he did get better, she felt the same happiness she felt the day she put Gohan in his arms. When she saw him standing up and smirking in Master Roshi’s beach it was like when she saw him smiling with baby Gohan.
Now, all she wanted right at that moment was for Gohan and Goku to burst through that door, say that there was no fighting and that they could resume through their daily lives in peace. Like that time when Goku came back from Yadrat.
Chichi opened her eyes and turned to look at the now closed door. It’s been three years but she could still feel that same excitement in the pit of her stomach when Goku walked through that door, wearing that odd outfit and sporting that smile that made her knees weak.
She could still remember her reaction when he grinned, scratched the back of his head and said:
“Honey, I’m home.”
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