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sanghyukstattoos · 3 years

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SF9's reaction: cockwarming

Genre: fluff-fluff-fluff; smut-smut-smut

Characters: SF9!

A/N: None of the images in the collage are mine, refer to here for more; For more SF9, read here, for iKON, read here and for optional bias writings, read here!

Youngbin:

Plays in pairs

When you first present the idea to him, given that the circumstances are of a light atmosphere, you'll fluster him, impeccably. His cheeks will turn pink and he'll maybe giggle a little and cover his mouth out of shyness but he won't be averted to the idea. He loves it but you just caught him off guard ahaha. When it's under a serious circumstance, like you are describing what you would like to try out, he would seriously contemplate your idea. He won't seal the deal if he doesn't like it the first time around. He'll try for a second to give it a chance. During your first time trying this out, it'll be spontaneous. Like you are watching a movie or a documentary and you or him decide that you want to give it a try. He'll firmly hold your waist as you settle onto him. If you are horny, you wait for a few minutes before you think, 'Enough of this' and rock him out of this world. What could he say? If you aren't, it'll be peaceful. But there's a dilemma. If you are sitting on the sofa, you can't see the screen. But you want to watch (sad). He'll say, ''It's okay'' and switch off the tv and it will resume in the bedroom. Just a beautiful atmosphere where you have deep conversations. He'll listen to your insight and internally marvel at how your perspective and compliment them with some of his own. It's like turn-taking, an essential part of a relationship where you go back and forth, speaking about one topic to the end of it where you have nothing to say anymore and then you'll move onto the next. It'll go on for ages, till the two of you are hungry. When the two of you go the kitchen to make something, he'll do what he couldn't do when the two of you were cock warming. The same thing may happen when the two of you are about to fall asleep, the lack of lights appeal to his other side, love-making.

Inseong:

This one is a funny bunny

It's a routine for you to cock warm after sex just like when he's on the laptop, surfing the net at the dinner table and you are sat on his cock, back to his chest, keeping him warm. After sex, it's a gateway to another round, on the bed or in the shower or to sleep in that position but not cock warm. He would love cock warming in the morning if it's cold then, probably in your balcony or in the kitchen, hugging you from behind and trailing his hands to your tummy and chest every now and then. He would love when you capture when you capture his lips in a sweet embrace, beginning a long make-out session when he's in you. If he's horny, you can bet that he's going to tell you about it. ''Babe'', he places a delicate kiss on your neck, ''tell me'' you moan out. His hands have already found your tummy and trailed downward, rubbing your clit but not to just merely stimulate you, to see if you are wet as he imagines you to be. He loves you. He's going to make love to you, to see those expressions on your face and feel you around him, holding you in his arms till the two of you have exhausted yourselves out which could one round or more than one. I can imagine you and him in the kitchen, he's got you pressed against the counter and that's how the cock warming while horny scene may play out. Another one is when abroad, maybe in a hotel or airbnb, he'll have you in his arms but that's not how it starts. He'll be playful about it, surprising you with a hug from behind, kissing the spot near to your ear, whispering some *interesting* innuendo into your ear, it makes you laugh anyway. A couple of seconds later, he's turning you around, kissing your tummy and inner thighs all the way till he's on his knees, he'll make sure to nuzzle his nose against your panties and lick a stripe at the material, slowly pulling them down. Arousal buzzes through you because he's telling you, ''fuck, baby you taste so good, stay still for me'' or something like that, it's a little muffled because he is preoccupied in drawing you to pleasure and pleasure and then release. He'll eat you out multiple times or till your knees buckle, depending on whether you had sex previously and then just maybe, in a moment driven by passion, he'll carry you to the sofa and that's where you'll cock warm, giggling to one another of what just happened, what you want to do afterwards. Wrap your legs around his waist, press him against the sofa and lift your hips again, he'll start the process again, all while laughing. It's just light-hearted.

Jaeyoon:

Absolute sweetheart/ dream husband

In this scenario, let's say that he is your husband. When you suggest cock warming, he's a little uncertain (by his little frown) but also inquisitive (by his questions), *Frowning* ''What is it about?'' would be the situation, he would look very cute when he asks. Presumably the two of you would be cuddling and you happened to stumble onto this conversation, he would not be shy, just like, 'You have an idea, let's hear it then!', also like an explorer, he's willing to try new things even if it means pushing his boundaries a little bit. But, this does not fall into that category of pushing boundaries. Maybe pushing his patience if he's horny. The latter scenario is guaranteed to occur at multiple points of time. You'll be lying on your side with his cock in your ass, it's a little jerk that alerts you or his hands that begin to wander everywhere like kissing your neck, then your lips and his hands have already begin to stimulate your clitoris. You moan into the kiss and then he knows and he smiles into the kiss while rocking his hips against yours. Everything is forgotten in the background. Unless it's life-threatening. Like food can burn or you could watch three episodes on netflix that you aren't truly watching, he's not stopping till the both of you are tired to the bone and have released multiple times. Quite the sweetheart though, he'll get up and shake himself if he's about to fall asleep the next minute and he'll grab a cloth for you like you protest but he says as he's already getting up, ''no, stay there, I've got it!''. You smile and slump and he cleans you, tosses it away and then climbs on top of you, pulling you into his arms. If he can, he'll try the idea of cock warming and spoon you throughout the night but if he can not, he'll definitely do it the next day. He's committed to the plans he makes or what's going on at that moment. Let's say you have an argument, you are trying to smooth things out, ruffle out misunderstandings and you won't talk it out with sex but communicate to him about it. The night will end in cock warming, to bring you closer and then it's all jokes from there, especially about the argument, it's either you teasing him or the other way around and that's how you fall asleep: content.

Dawon I Lee Sanghyuk:

He has his days.

On a day when he's tired, to the bone maybe, he's come back from work and you want to cuddle, using the idea of cock warming to propose the intimacy you want to feel during the night that you couldn't during the day, I'm sure that he'll do it for you. If he does not fall asleep immediately, he'll caress your backside, admiring the way the flesh conforms to his grasp. He loves all of you. He will pepper kisses along your neck, down your collarbone and to your breasts, sucking your erect buds but he won't touch your centre. He likes to go slow, never stopping these moments with you or he'll take you in the morning. At times like these, he loves when you touch him, just your touch on his skin, turning heated. When you are making out, it would be your tug on his hair, like urgency for more or roaming your hands all over him or tracing his hair from his navel to the band of his underwear would be his favourite save for the best of all, when you direct how everything goes. If he does fall asleep immediately, it'll be after he kisses you. During this time, regardless of whether you were cock warming or not, he would love for you to tangle your fingers in his hair, it lulls him to sleep and even to sleep in your chest, being the small spoon, he would absolutely love it. He has trouble sleeping alone but when he's with you, it's not the case. When he stretches you out after days of not having sex, he tries to hold himself back from releasing, the wait and foreplay was enough to spiral his mind, gasping in your ear. But if you are too tired, he'll take it into consideration, seriously and hold back from lifting his hips off yours and filling you up. When he cock warms just to end the day comfortably, it will turn it into sex if the two of you contain some semblance of energy and are away from that playful and teasing mood, with hours on end before you sleep. It will be just the feeling of his cock filling you up, holding you to the bed with your legs wrapped around his waist, whispering how much he loves and that you are doing well, growling and stilling, your release triggering his, holding you when you are tired or in between rounds decorates the night. He holds your hand when you have sex, always, if your hands aren't roaming his body, feeling it. Otherwise, he'll hold you, preferably with all of your clothes off, no material between the two of you, you two speak about your day, the present and the future. It could even be a tickle session that ensues. The atmosphere will be lively, especially with his jokes and teasing and all the loves he has to offer.

Rowoon I Kim Seokwoo:

Prince of visuals, no?

Since he has such visuals, let's imagine that he takes you on a yacht (ya-ch-ht; hard time spelling that folks 🥵 + why do people go on a yacht? I'm struggling to think of a reason?). Seokwoo's marvelling over your amazement at the beauty of the ocean, the clear blue waters and occasional shade of the fish passing by. He even jokes that he hopes ''no shark gets the two of you'' and then laughs at your expression. Please, he's trying, don't throw him overboard :/. You enjoy the heat some more before he's by your side again, the yacht is paused, it gives you ideas. As soon as he's sat by your side, you take to straddle him, therefore effectively cutting him off. The surprise is evident on his face but his hands are resting on your backside, getting comfortable there. He groans out when your lips touch his neck, nipping the flesh to give him love bites which earns those husky groans of his. They send vibrations down your spine, tingling your core with wetness. With such a beautiful scenery surrounding the two of you, it's easy to fix your eyes on two places and think about how beautiful either are. He intimately hugs you, sucking an area on your breast, removing it from your top and placing the perk bud into his mouth, the act itself is hot and you grind down on him, not holding back your moans because of the silence of the ocean, save for the splashing of waves. You ride him, letting out sweet fucking moans, whimpering in his ears for him that it's so good, you can't get enough. When you are all sweaty, you cock warm in the shade, making out. It's a very soft moment, like sealing the deal? He wants to make you happy and he'll do stuff for you to achieve it. Cock warming is bonding for the two of you, to spoon and gossip about the other rich couples that you saw or speak about your day or just lay there, in each other's arms, enjoying the moment. When it's cooler, he would be okay to cock warming in a public space such as underneath a tree on a beach. You may be a bit far from the sea but you can smell it which makes you happy. It's a very calming day when you are tucked in his arm, leaning on his chest with his cock buried deep inside of you, feeling a little chilly but you are covered by a blanket. All in all, it's private for the two of you.

Zuho I Baek Juho

Cat man 🦸‍♂️

He would love to cock warm indoors, when his cats are sleeping, safely tucked in their beds as you are in each other's arms. It'll be quiet, you can only hear what's outside, maybe the train passing by or vehicles or pure silence which is hard to come but not impossible. If something's disturbing you like traffic, heavy honking, he's not for it and he'll move you two to somewhere else like the bed or on his studio chair. If you are tired and want to cock warm while he is producing, he'll hold you close to him and ignore the cramp in his legs. When he sees you sleep, he'll go soft and admire your prettiness, not forgetting to wrap a blanket around you. When it's silent, a relaxing atmosphere in which you can fall asleep easily, it's where cock warming will occur the most. An example could be in a space by the windows in a high-rise building or if the place was in a non-busy area like the countryside. There are occasional noises, some make you perk up while other's make you laugh, all while intimately spooning with him. You tell him: it's an indescribable feeling but you will try explaining. Don't be scared, he'll love your words. Relating cock warming to something and being subtle instead of explaining outright would prompt his chest to blossom with love from you, it's the feeling you've brought out from him and to in expressing his feelings, he may cry a little and kiss you like 'Can you feel this love I feel for you? I love you'- is what he is trying to say through the kiss. It's a very wholesome moment, your confessions to each other, spoken beautifully. He would also love to cock warm bare, without any clothes so that the two of you can be purely intimate and he loves your body. If you don't or lack appreciation for your fine self, he'll initiate cock warming if you aren't already and kiss your body and squeeze the parts he can't reach like his appreciation for your butt/ breasts/ stomach or whichever one it is that you are conscious of/ don't love as much as possible. And the opposite too! If he's not feeling okay or feels conscious of himself (pressure from people telling him how artists should look?), cock warming would be a way for you two speak about it whilst loving one another at the same time.

Yoo Taeyang:

What a precious guy

May be confused about the concept at first, even awkward the first time you attempt this, it takes him a little while to get used to this scenario: laying on the bed in each other's arms after carefully navigating your limbs around, his cock in you, completely. But he warms up, he'll make sure that you are comfortable and will also love to take this concept elsewhere, like the living room when you watch tv. When he's tired, he may not be able to carry it out simply because he has no energy or he may be horny (head) but not (body), it happens~ When that happens, he wakes you up with kisses, all over your body and he'd do this, regardless of what happened the previous night, it's automatic for him. Another scenario would be when he is bored, laying around doing nothing and fumbling for something to do, he'd initiate cock warming, that little sigh when he slips into you, relief. From there, he may definitely not hold himself back, the two of you would end up having sex. If it's you and he's doing something and you want to sit on his cock, he'll set down what he is doing and let you. As you hold onto him, he'll notice your whimpers, softly decorating his ear, letting him know how much you want him. He'll tease you till you are hiding away in the crook of his neck or playfully hitting him but he'll satisfy your desires all night. It's for you. However, when he does want to cock warm, he'll snuggle into you, nestling his head over yours. Little touches, lingering over your waist will be presented to you, as well as his admiration for your body. He'll cock warm in your sex or ass. When it's in your ass, he'll take his time admiring your ass, your breasts, any place he can place a kiss on really but he's not really kissing, he's looking and telling you how much he loves you.

Hwiyoung I Kim Youngkyun:

Resident cutie

He's got you in the palm of his hand especially because of that cute face, cute expressions, cute mannerisms, overall a very lovable guy. Can be awkward sometimes but it's okay because his loving personality makes up for it. Is also a shy little bean at first which makes you want to shower him with lots of love and praise. Glady accepts your kisses and hugs, gets shy when you first do them but eventually reciprocates them. To the point where it's comfort, safety and that you can be vulnerable with each other. *This is quickly turning into a boyfriend! Hwiyoung*. It's something that he suggests, the idea of cock warming. Really your jaw should drop when you hear it from your boyfriend. After a sex session, when the both of you are all sweaty and won't go for another round, he wouldn't mind if you were on your knees, keeping his cock warm with your mouth. He could be leaning back on the seat, going through his favourite sites while you sit in between his legs, ignoring the ache in your thighs. He would have you cock warming naked, bare for him and only him to see while he himself is fully clothed. That session could have potentially included bdsm, in a separate room that you have specially for it and this time, you could have been flogged, denied your release or being used, whatever your fantasies may be. It could also be the opposite way where you are the dom. In that case, it would be a command or a form of bonding where he will be punished if he moves when he is in your sex or you cuddle and speak to one another about the session, respectively. If bdsm is not included, then he would love to cock warm! To him, he gets to be with you and speak to you- whatever it may be about. For example, it could be deep, philosophical conversations or you both cuddle and sleep. Either way, he likes spending time with you especially in such a quality manner.

Chani:

*insert a gulp and a surprised face*

Remember that SF9 was discussing about mature concepts as a part of planning for their Kingdom stages and the editors used a fish filter to emphasise Chani's round eyes or rather, his innocence. ''HUh!??!'' is his brain, whirring away like an air conditioner at an office, rolling round and round when you propose this concept. He goes blank and you just sit back, waiting patiently. It has come to this moment. But his smile grows and it keeps on growing till he's unexpectedly pulling you onto his lap and connecting your lips. He knows that you should discuss it first but first, he wants to have you as close as possible when you discuss this. At first, he's peppering kisses on your face with you giggling, telling him that you want to continue and then he says, ''one moment baby'' before he swoops in for your lips. You reciprocate the passion, the moment is neither heated nor too soft, just in between and you have a make-out session for a couple of minutes. He doesn't know why, it's random but the both of you are loving it, like an initiation ceremony into a new stage of your relationship. And here were all along, navigating blind (👀🚫). It's planned with enough space for creativity. You are on the bed and you squeeze his shoulders when he presses at your entrance and fills you up. You wait to adjust to him. At first he's like, ''This it?'' and you have to laugh at that, quite true that you also though the same thing. Soon he's kissing you all over, sucking your nipple and the area around it, turning it a shade darker: he's teasing you, taking his time till he's done cock warming. He tells you that he would love to try out cock warming in your ass sometime and then it's all giggles from there. You ask, ''did you search-'', cut off by his fingers that circle your clit and press, drawing a gasp or a hitch of the breath from you. Then he starts to rock his hips and you know that cock warming is over, at least for now. He's hovering on top of you and losing control over his thrusts and spilling into you later on. A common scenario would be when he's playing games and you are sitting on his cock, maybe sleeping or doing something else, unbeknownst to his friends that he's speaking with on his headset.

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trickfootpike · 3 years

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OKAYOKAYOKAY now that i've had a few nights to Ruminate here are way too many thoughts from 9/16's show -- fair warning that they aren't *super* coherent as a lot of this i just tried to loosely organize from dms i threw at folks night-of, but it is most of what i remember sticking out to me!

GENERAL THOUGHTS --

last saw the show in august of 2019 - back then i saw it up in the mezzanine, this time i was 7 rows back dead center in the middle of the orchestra. watching the show from the mezzanine feels like a god's eye view of the show while sitting up close in the orchestra is much more like being in the world of men, and how it hits in hadestown particularly is just nuts bc you really do feel like you're on the factory floor.

back in the London production i remember eva playing eurydice with more youth and hope to her, and when the show came to Broadway eurydice hardened. in a world with a pandemic eva seems to have actually shifted this back! Eurydice is still holding tightly onto Orpheus Knowing that the world is unlikely to be kind enough to let them have each other for long but she starts off less faithless than she used to, I suppose I would describe it? she's definitely played more open with others from the beginning rather than having it be something she has to really work towards!

WAIT FOR ME IS A TOTALLY DIFFERENT FEELING FROM THE ORCHESTRA THAN THE MEZZANINE AND NOT JUST THE LAMPS. the lamps really only swing out to over the first 2 rows, speaking very generously, anyway. what i remember being most impactful from last time was how the whole theater rumbled as the walls of the set split to reveal hadestown. what i couldn't see and afaik no boot's been able to pick up is the the set ALSO SPLITS AND STRETCHES OPEN AT THE TOP. that awning that covers the balcony lifts and the wall of hadestown is revealed to stretch floor to ceiling and it is just so much, so fucking much oh my god i could not stop hysterically blubbering to myself watching hadestown stretch open like it is absolutely here to devour you whole. it makes you feel the immensity of The Wall. I've linked ig videos of the set pre act 1 and post intermission to give like the best perspective on it i can and tried to film them so they were zoomed as closely as to what my eyes were seeing as I could, but here are also some pictures!

PRE ACT ONE

INTERMISSION

after our lady of the underground when eurydice comes back from hades' office and Persephone is finishing with her show, me being closer this time i was actually able to see amber's face during way down hadestown ii and flowers. and how she portrays seph's feelings re eurydice, it's like : genuine concern and watching over her when she first starts on the line, Quiet Seething and Jealous Rage as the fates' tattle "Hades put his hands on ya" that sticks for a While including the first half of flowers, but as soon as eurydice remembers the meadow her and Orpheus visited her heart just b r e a k s and you can see her wiping away tears. seph's just so caught in her own feelings of helplessness in hadestown. when hades tells her to stay out of him dealing with Orpheus all the fight just deflates out of her and the direct accusing look Orpheus gives her at the end of if it's true mixed with seeing his effect on the workers makes her physically rear back like she's gotten the fight slapped back into her

even with this audience who almost for sure has all seen ht before, there was still the loudest heartbroken gasp when orpheus turned. i know everyone calls this out but it still hit me hard that with a greater percentage of previous viewers in the audience it still hit us all like a fucking brick

and ofc. road to hell ii. it's a millions times more impactful than it already was what with the pandemic, making it through hard times and how they could be hard again but making the best of them even if it doesn't turn out well this time either. i was crying so hard last time but this time i was crying harder but also feeling like a huge weight was being like, very softly cradled in my chest to take some of the burden away

TOM'S HADES/HADES AND PERSEPHONE SPECIFIC THOUGHTS --

Tom's Hades whole tl;dr could be that Hades is a Performance. all those descriptions of him beign "jazzy" and "egodriven" are correct, but there is also this massive vibe he gives off that all his showmanship is there as a cover up for the very pessimistic man at the core of him. when him and persephone are getting along the jazziness is there for genuine playfulness with her, but apart from seph it is a purposeful exaggeration on hades' part to get Whatever it is that he wants. he is playing up aggression as king (see papers) and what he thinks as being suave (see hey little songbird) to maintain his throne and his marriage, and Epic III is the Destruction of that performance. Tom's Hades at the end of Epic III isn't trying to sell anyone anything, you just get to see the suddenly very scared and unsure heart of the man behind the performance of foreman and king. And oh boy is Tom's Hades at his heart unsure. He is so fucking pessimistic; back in Act 1 when Orpheus starts to sing Epic I he turns from Persephone even before she gets reminded of the world above and starts longing for it, because he already expects to see it coming and he doesn't turn back to her Ever Again, literally until he comes to get her in Way Down Hadestown. Not even when she gives him a kiss on the cheek goodbye. His Kiss, The Riot is him trying to figure out how the hell he's gonna be able to rebuild his performance after his whole kingdom saw through it, but he also ends it being so very certain that the deal he figures out for Orpheus Will end with Orpheus failing somehow. There is no doubt in this very pessimistic Hades that doubt will come in, whereas Patrick used the end of His Kiss The Riot almost like he was desperately trying to justify that his doubt came to him only in Persephone's absence

road to hell i: tom's hades loves cheering on the band so much he is Part Of The Problem that Hermes has to get to chill out and it makes so much sense for this jazzy dramatic motherfucker

balcony time (road to hell i until livin' it up on top): when they were upstairs playing dominoes they kept laying their tiles with these overexaggerated movements.. Like when they actually getting along they are so damn flirty and trying so hard to make each other smile and laugh and it is TOO CUTE

way down hadestown: Once Again "I missed ya" gives me no rest, mostly because Tom delivered it with this super coy and cocky grin and Amber immediately smiled back at him like Persephone couldn't help herself

chant i: is spent with him looking up proud into his creation while persephone is looking down with heartbreak and disgust seeing the workers as people in suffering and the ugliness of hadestown. as the song goes on he gets increasingly frustrated like a child who's super proud of the drawing he brought home from school that Persephone has nothing but terrible things to say about. when eurydice starts singing about her suffering seph throws out her arm and points to her like "see! See what you're doing!!" while hades is more in himself processing his disappointment, frustration, heartbreak, but over the next minute you start to see him Formulating A Plan as he watches eurydice. but he doesn't look entirely sold on going through with it until seph throws out her last verse in disgust. it was absolutely the straw that broke the camel's back.

hey little songbird: THO IT SOUNDS SO SEDUCTIVE ON AUDIO. OML DOES IT LEAN INTO EURYDICE'S "STRANGE MAN" DESCRIPTOR. HADES IS LIKE THE CREEPY SALESMAN ON THE CORNER WITH WATCHES AND A TRENCHCOAT. BUT HE'S SELLING HIS SHIT WELL, HE'S JUST ALSO A WEIRDO

Why We Build The Wall/"Behind Closed Doors": That followup on hades' threat when eurydice arrives in hadestown. as hades goes to the stairs he like not whacks, but definitely nudges seph's arm harder than Patrick does to get her attention. when he did she Startled and laid her hand over her arm where he'd tapped her like she was overwhelmed by just that touch........ but then she turns around and watches him take Eurydice up and when he opens his coat and she Realizes you see her whole body go slack. once eurydice goes past the office doors hades turns and lingers staring pointedly down at seph, for *seconds* whereas with patrick i remember it being more of a pointed glance. it drills home that hades is doing this specifically to spite seph and he wants her to know it. and you can see amber discreetly wipe her face before she turns back to "does anybody want a DRINK." there's less direct seduction between hades and eurydice but more explicit threat between hades and seph about eurydice

papers: actually isn't too much Bastärde as it is his Performance. HOWEVER, the way he directs the workers to beat Orpheus is chilling. Like patrick he hangs around, but he's watching until the last 10 seconds so it's way longer. And he makes like the smallest gestures with his hand to direct the workers to the different stages of beating Orpheus, fuck it was twisted

how long: how long actually starts with seph and hades seemingly coming to each other on a similar page - hades came out pensively fiddling with his wedding ring and Amber delivered "I know" like seph was already past the eurydice situation. this also could have been a product of time and seeing how actually little he did "seducing" eurydice lmao

chant ii: very much Hades Sees Orpheus As A Threat™️ (more on this further below) , also dare i say it but tom kills I CONDUCT THE ELECTRIC CITY

epic iii: oh man oh man. he looks so untouched until Orpheus starts the lalas and he goes from completely passive unimpressed face to like. his body unfolds on his stool and his hands go slack and he looked between Orpheus and Persephone when he asked where Orpheus had gotten his melody. he asked it a lot softer than I expected him too as well. a big part of the audience actually laughed when Hades sang his lala because Tom cracks his voice during it but it petered off into sniffling when they realized why and then we were all just crying together as persephone placed the flower in his vest.

lovers desire: SOME VERY CUTE STUFF. hades' performance is broken but tom's hades is still a Jazzy Jazzy Man at heart and they're like 100 times more playful with each other - they're both giggling and grinning their asses off while they dance together and give each other these like nudges to the next series of steps and it was adorable and I was discretely sobbing. they both played it like they knew how to do this dance with each other better than they knew anything, the little nudges were like..... them playing inside this dance they already knew so well? Like more overexaggeration to make each other laugh and just revel in this wonderful thing they've rediscovered- specifically I remember that Amber raised her skirt soooooo high when she was doing the curtsey and Tom was like waggling his eyebrows at her and adding extra flourishes with his hands and widening his eyes super big everytime he pulled off a move (the funniest ones were when they do like the two-step where they move one after another in sequence and he's copying her moves in reverse and oml it was just adorable). When Seph had the move where she pulls their linked arms over his head to tuck him into her I remember that was the one part where he wasn't doing this goofy act but his expression straight up melted and he looked so smitten. and when it's the last bit of the dance and he spins her across the stage, seph's face breaks open with tears his expression responds with like this mix of heartbreak and "ohhhhh no baby please don't cry" as he moved across the stage to quickly take her into his arms for the dip at the end

AFTER this when orphydice has finished promises and right before Orpheus turns to ask Hades if they can go, they come out of slow dancing to the side but are still super wrapped up in each other - seph wraps herself around one of his arms and presses herself super close and Tom leaned down with this little smile like Hades was gonna try and steal a quick kiss, but then he hears/sees out of the corner of his eye/senses or something Orpheus approaching and pulls himself up and formal to be the king. When he says I don't know and seph wrenches herself away from him to the other side of the stage to firmly stand behind Orphydice he gets this look of Extreme Frustration on that she's still not standing with him and these damn kids are still more important, bc even with character growth he still is a petty selfish bitch who does not like to share lmao, he's just getting that he Has To now

wait for me ii: Hades stays onstage by the microphone stand to the left to watch Hermes deliver his judgement to orphydice/seph/the workers and watching Tom during this was a Treat. this is the first time he's seeing how orphydice and esp Orpheus function when he's not involved to terrify them. they're so sweet and so good, and they have what looks like so much unwavering faith in each other unlike him and seph, maybe they really could... so when he delivers "i let them try" that last word is stretched with so much wonder. he's getting this first glimpse into feeling how everyone else felt when orpheus sang of how the world could be that isn't just focused in about how he feels about persephone, which always drives him - now he's having to deal with the Greater Implications and orpheus' seemingly unbreakable faith in a better world rocks him to his core. that certainty that orpheus would fail gets shaken as he watches them and when Seph asks him if he thinks they'll make it, his I Don't Know is 1/2 defensive and 1/2 actual uncertainty. he still hates to be wrong but he's wondering if his beliefs about doubt will turn out differently this time. he isn't optimistic about it by any means but orpheus, eurydice, and the workers' response to them both does give him pause

meanwhile in hades and persephone's section, on a personal level they deliver their lines to each other like they're a great deal more nervous about what next fall will bring than i've seen and heard before - something I'm thinking stems from hades' worldview being so suddenly shaken and seph too being a little more vulnerable?

MISC THOUGHTS

Tom seems to be leaning into Hades not having done anything with Eurydice other than tempt her down - once she's in Hadestown even during Why We Build The Wall he drops the salesman croon entirely and when he does rarely speak to her/about her it's commanding as a king who sees her just as another object under his possession, with very little interest in her for anything at all beyond that. he was just going after the goal of making sure Seph knew he had Options whether or not he actually pursued them

tom is super dedicated to how power-hungry hades is. I remember when I saw Patrick during chant ii he was playing hades as more affected by how much seph seemed to care about the workers now and desperately trying to get her attention back (even negatively), Tom was more consumed in seeing Orpheus as a threat because of how effectively he had turned his "children" on him. He knocks Seph down in those "shackle her from wrist to wrist" less as a personal petty attack to her like Patrick does and more like to try and destabilize her as someone backing Orpheus up. Tom's Hades perceives Orpheus as a Threat no matter how much he plays up his Performance as Nonchalant Jazzy King. he really emphasizes Hades' relationship to Orpheus whereas Patrick played more into his relationship with Eurydice, which makes so much sense what with Tom's Hades being a pettier more egotistical messy bitch obsessed with his kingdom and Patrick's Hades' obsession being his wife and Hadestown being like, this side-effect of being a god that he just couldn't help, he Had to build and strive for power whereas Tom's Hades reveled in it and wanted it. Instinct versus drive I guess. one of my buds put it super well as: "Patrick!Hades sees everything as a threat to his power Tom!Hades is so certain of his power that he can afford to be somewhat nonchalant but the fact that Orpheus alone is his main genuine threat is fucking brilliant"

and ok for now, that's what I've got! if anyone wants any clarification or wants to ask details about specific moments I didn't put in here feel free to shoot me an ask!

#hadestown #em speaks #theater #tom hewitt

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Uber Allergic: A Romance - part 1 / ?

I don’t know what it is with me and cars lately. Maybe because I haven’t driven one in nearly 4 years, or maybe because I had a plot bunny about a hired driver and then couldn’t decide which direction to take it. So, naturally, I wrote 2 stories. A warning: I have never taken an Uber. I have used a similar company in the country where I live, so I imagined it would be the same. Apologies for any mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

The Ride - Part 1

When I saw him standing on the curb waiting, I couldn’t help but blink. And then swallow hard. The man was stunning: tall, broad-shouldered, long-limbed, with a perfect jawline and dazzling smile. His hair was that rare coiff that crested like waves from his head, barely brushing his ears, thick and tawny like a lion. When he dropped into the back seat, I saw his eyes were a stunning shade of blue.

I’ve had attractive men in my car before, sure. But none quite as mind-blowing as this one.

“Heya, darlin’,” he quipped, firing off a devastating wink at me through the rear view mirror.

“Hi,” I replied, barely able to get that single syllable past the lump in my throat. I prayed I could focus on the road in front of me and not the Greek-god-incarnate in the back seat. He was headed across town, a trip that would take us roughly 40 minutes.

We rode in silence for almost a full minute, him tapping away on his cell phone while I gritted my teeth and forced my gaze at the horizon. Occasionally I glanced at the GPS, checking that we were on track.

Then…

“heHH?...”

I couldn’t help it. My eyes darted up to the rear view mirror.

I watched as Greek-god pinched his nostrils shut, rubbing in hard, tight circles, finishing with a small shake of his head, blue eyes blinking furiously. Was it my imagination, or did those eyes seem to be getting red?

I kept driving.

Not even a minute later…

“heh-heHH?...”

Once more, my eyes snapped like magnets to the rear view mirror. My passenger was frozen in classic pre-sneeze expression: eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, lower lip trembling… nostrils flared, the tip of his prominent nose visibly twitching. His elegant head turned left, then right, and then…

“heght--SHHzzztT!!”

He sneezed - snapping into his elbow at the last second.

“B-... Bless you,” I stammered, sure I was blushing red as a tomato.

But Greek god wasn’t done.

He raised his head, eyes still shut, shoulders bouncing with stuttering hitches. My eyes were darting between the road ahead and the rear view mirror, terrified that I was either going to rear-end someone … or miss one second of the spectacle in the back seat.

Then - a red light.

Thank you! I screamed in my mind to whatever higher power was listening.

When I came back to the rear view mirror, his right hand was raised, hovering loosely cupped, nostrils stretching into little round O’s, his upper lip curled back from gleaming white teeth…

“hegt--SCHgtT!!” he snapped down, visibly misting the hand. This time he stayed down, and I could almost see his abs rippling beneath his button-up shirt. “eegh--SCHHtT… aAH-SCHTch-u!!”

“Bless you,” I barely breathed, glad that this particular red light seemed to be taking a lot longer than usual.

His voice - husky and a little congested - floated up from behind the hand still cupped to his nose.

“... snfll… thanks, darlin’. … sdrfl…. Don’t suppose you h-have… sdrffl… any tissues?”

Fumbling, I opened the glove box and pulled out the stack of drive-through napkins I kept stashed away for emergencies. Usually spilled coffee. Twisting in my seat, I set the stack on his left knee, fingertips brushing the hard muscles of his thigh.

Peering through the tawny strands of hair that had been knocked loose by the fit, his eyes crinkled with a smile. “Thanks.”

An impatient honk made me jump. Heart pounding, I whipped back around to face the road and eased us forward through the intersection. His soft chuckle made my ears burn, sure that I was blushing fire-engine red by now.

I heard soft blowing, more wet sniffles, and managed to catch in the mirror when he stretched two KFC napkins between both hands and muffled a wet double: “t’SCHmp--g’SCHHm!”

“Bless you,” I managed, happy when my voice sounded even and calm, even though my hands were gripping the steering wheel hard.

“Darlin’ you don’t… hH!--... have to say that every time… snffl---hHehH!--... l-looks like I m- muhH!-HGK’tSCHHt!... excuse me. I might be at this a while...” Taking another napkin from the dwindling stack, he pinched it around his nose and rubbed again in small, fast circles, brows drawing together in concentration.

Grateful for another red light, I stared into the mirror. My passenger had a fist full of crumpled napkins in one hand, the other pinching and rubbing desperately at increasingly pinkening nostrils.

“Does… this happen often?”

Another husky chuckle, which deteriorated into more hitching breaths and another itchy-sounding sneeze. “hgz’CHHT! … Depends,” he breathed, bringing the knot of used tissues up to dab at his watering eyes. “Do you have a c-... hHihh!... a cat?”

The Ride - Part 2

My mouth dropped open, eyes wide. He saw my expression in the mirror and gave another chuckle. Swiping a knuckle under his nose, he flashed me a wry grin. “Well, that explains it.”

“I’m sorry,” I looked back at him, stricken.

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” he gave a dismissive shake of his lion’s head. “You couldn’t know. heh-GSCHhtu!... And it’s not like there’s a box to tick in the app, or anything. ...snfl… ‘Driver has pets.’ ...sdrfl … A lot of people do. Have pets.”

“I know,” I replied softly, turning the wheel smoothly as we rounded a corner. “But I can still be sorry that you’re… you know…” I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I couldn’t even glance in the mirror.

But I heard the smile in his voice when he said, “It’s fine. Really. It h--hH! hg’zCHHt!-heh’GZShht!... excuse me. It happens a lot, actually. snfl.”

That did make me glance at the mirror, brows raised in surprise… and interest. “Really?”

Greek god had placed the growing pile of used napkins in the seat beside him, frowning down at both his watch and the small stack of napkins still on his leg. The tip of his nose was flushing a tell-tale pink, blue eyes definitely red-rimmed. He blinked rapidly and sniffled constantly, dabbing at his eyes or wiping at his nose, overall looking the very picture of ‘itchy’ and ‘allergic.’

“Yeah,” he replied, breath spiraling in preparation for another sneeze… but it left him last-minute, causing him to give a frustrated cough. “I’m allergic to most animals, but you might say I’m… uber allergic to cats.” Those stunning blue eyes twinkled at me in the mirror, followed by a mischievous wink.

“Why risk taking an Uber, then?”

“Well, as cliché as it sounds... my car is in the shop.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, snffll, I got a… hH!--... a recall letter. Better safe tha-… heh-GSCHt--ahh-GSCHu!... ugh. Apologies.”

We chatted a little more during the ride, about his job as an IT consultant and my 3 jobs: kindergarten teacher, waitress at Olive Garden, and Uber driver. By the time we reached his destination I had counted no less than 56 sneezes, nearly always he followed up with ‘excuse me,’ or some other polite apologetic. He had used my entire stash of emergency napkins, and his handsome face was a bleary, blotchy wreck: nose red, eyes puffy, voice croaky and thick with congestion.

“I’m sorry, again,” I said when we stopped at the curb in front of his building.

“Add - agaid - you dod’t have adythig to be sorry for,” he rasped, palming the pile of used tissues and reaching for a few that had fallen to the floor.

“Oh, I can do that,” I got out in a rush. “You don’t have to--”

“Oh, doh,” he chuckled, voice breaking on the second word like a prepubescent. “I cad take by owd dirty tissues, darlid’.” Glancing up, he gave me a soft smile. “You’ve beed padiedt edough about all this.” Maybe I imagined it, but it looked like he blushed just a little.

“Well it’s my fault,” I insisted.

He opened his mouth to reply, but instead turned and gave a tired-sounding sneeze into his elbow. “H’eISCHt!... gkm, pardod.”

“Bless you,” I murmured.

“You dow, sdrfl, I usually dod’t like it whed people say that…”

“I’m sor--”

“But sobehow whed you do,” he glanced back, swiping a knuckle under his nose and giving that same, soft smile. “I dod’t mide.”

He exited, leaving me staring after him with a mixture of warmth and confusion. Definitely one of the most… unusual... rides I’d ever had.

Throwing the lever into park, I got out to do my usual check of the interior in case the passenger had left something behind. A flash of white tucked by the seatbelt latch caught my eye. Thinking Greek god must have missed one of the used napkin wads, I reached for it.

And pulled out a business card.

“C. B. Decker - Sunfire Technology”

I turned it over.

“Thanks for the ride... Have dinner with me sometime?”

I pulled my head out of the car, staring over my shoulder at his building. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like someone was standing just inside the glazed doors, watching. Turning back to the card in my hand, I bit my lip. It was a violation of my Uber contract if I said yes.

But.

That guy...

Aw, hell. I could get by without the income. Probably.

Maybe.

I looked back at the building, and was now sure I could make out his tall silhouette, tawny mane just a bit disheveled. The figure suddenly bent forward, and I knew.

I kept my eyes on the building as I made a show of putting the card into my pocket. It wasn’t a no. But it wasn’t a yes.

Not yet.

As I drove home for the night, my imagination spun out as I deliberated whether or not to accept. One, he knew I had a cat, was apparently ‘uber’ allergic... and wanted to see me again, anyway. Two, I had been getting tired of driving 30 hours a week, and maybe I could arrange to suspend my contract. Or I could quit, and then get rehired if things didn’t work out… or, if they did...

I crawled into bed, reaching up to stroke Sheba where she always slept on the second pillow. She made a little mew, flipping her head upside down and curling tighter into a furry ball.

As I drifted off to sleep, his delicious sneezes echoed in my dreams…

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Hiiii! I saw that Halloween matchups are open and thought I'd join!

My name is Crys

Likes: I like to draw, make food, chocolate, play video games, and hang out with my friends

Dislikes: I don't like close-minded people, broccoli or Brussel sprouts, or running

Qualities: I'm very encouraging of others and optimistic most of the time. I like hanging out with friends, but I always have to recharge my batteries sometime since I don't socialize for long periods of time outside of my friends. I try to be as kind as I can to everyone, but I won't tolerate people putting others down. I love animals, and my dream job is to be a famous artist. I'm very emotional and try to be open with how I feel.

Flaws: I'm a people pleaser and have a hard time saying no to people, especially my friends. I procrastinate on tasks until the very last minute even though I don't want to, and I can be very forgetful, often needing to be reminded to do something more than once.

Dislikes in a partner: someone who isn't open with me and doesn't communicate with me, someone who doesn't put in the effort of being in a relationship, someone who berates workers

Deal breakers: someone not telling me what's bothering them/ someone emotionally closed off

Pet peeves: talking over someone who was already talking, chewing with their mouth open, talking during a movie

In 10 years, I want to... : have a job that actively pushes for change in how we dump waste into the ocean. I want to have my college degree and have another pet.

Favorite pet: my smaller dog, Lucy! She's a mix, but has a lot of pitbull husky DNA. She looks like this

Favorite food: Pasta with Italian sausage, instant ramen, spam musubis

Well, Papyruses since to be big favorite for this match up event ahah.

In the very close one, you could have had HT Papyrus, Disbelief Papyrus, Dustale Sans or UT Alphys!

But the highest score is...

UNDERSWAP PAPYRUS (HONEY) !

It was not a big surprise for me ahah. I knew almost instantly it would be him.

Honey matches your artist points of interest. He likes drawing, cosplaying, video games, and he is following closely what artists are doing online. He will be your fan number one and will even help you to promote your art everywhere, like... Like on this giant public screen because why the fuck not. He's full of surprise and a bit unpredictible.

Honey is very chill, kind, patient, honest and very emotional. He's crying over Disney movies and he is glad that now the two of you are doing that. He likes your optimism and your encouragements, since it's motivating him to get over the last sparks of his depression. He will rely on you a lot, so some nice words from time to time to say he's doing good is all he needs. He can't help you with your difficulties to say no to people, he's like that too. You always find yourselves in akward situations you didn't planned.

He loves cooking, especially sweet things, and he is addict to chocolate too! And honey, obviously. He likes animals, and dogs more especially. He has three labradors, so now you have a pack at home. Don't say yes to his harrasment to become foster family. He can't give back the dogs. You will end with 15 dogs at home.

He is quite forgetful too, but with your two braincells, you manage to remember each other the things you had forgot. You're sharing all your pet peeves, except for the loud chewing, but Honey is working on that. He's quite shy, but introduce you to your friends and he's stealing the attention. You both had peaceful plans for the future, and Honey will follow you in whatever you want to do. He's happy when you're happy.

Honey is completely the best candidate for you and that's a fact!

#match up events #underswap #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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youraveragebtsstan · 3 years

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A Buddie FanFic: "The Things We Never Could Say" (A Season 4, Episode 13 Epilogue)

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Buck x Eddie (Buddie), Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley & Edmundo ‘Eddie’ Diaz

Word Count: 2.3k (2,266)

Summary: Buck knew he would have to face his feelings sooner or later, but he never thought he might not get the chance. As his best friend lies in the hospital suffering from the wounds of a sniper, Buck struggles with the idea of losing the love of his life, without the possibility of saying the things he’s always wanted to say. (Events of this Fic take place after the final scene of Season 4, Episode 13. As of writing/posting this Fic, Episode 14 has not yet aired.)

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Night had come in a blur.

The sun had faded, smearing itself in the sky, until there was nothing left; not even the moon. The sky was simply dark. There was no need for Buck to look up just to know he was alone. Though, it was nothing more than a feeling… He knew.

For the past few hours, time swayed by drunkenly. Buck swore he was still standing under the sun. He breathed in the daylight, exhaling something of content when the first shot was fired. He didn’t recall hearing anything. Not the sound of the bullet rattling through the barrel nor the screams of those that cried out in a panic as they fled around him. His focus was occupied by more important things.

The look of confusion on Eddie’s face burned, etched in his mind. As his body jerked at the push, he fell limp. A fearful stare gleamed in his eyes as he laid on the ground; the hand that reached out as his blood pooled around him… his blood. Buck could still feel the warmth of Eddie’s blood as it splattered on the side of his face; soaking into his hair, it melted onto his shirt. The stains had already dried, cracking on his skin.

Blinking into reality, the sounds of the faucet drew him in. His head hung low in the bathroom mirror. Leaning against the sink, he watched the water flow down the drain for what seemed like an eternity.

How did he get here?

All Buck could remember was climbing in the ambulance, sitting by Eddie’s side. He remembered holding onto the gurney as they rushed him through the hospital doors. Chaos ensued as doctors and nurses shouted to each other, carting in other victims one by one. He remembered sitting in the waiting room, eventually pacing the halls as his adrenaline struggled to catch up with his surroundings. As he tried to trek through the mess that was his thoughts, he began to get overwhelmed. When did he leave the hospital? He was too afraid to leave; afraid he would miss something important. No, he wouldn’t have left on his own accord. He couldn’t have. Did someone bring him home? He couldn’t imagine driving himself, not in his condition. He was disoriented and absent-minded. Had he told anyone about Eddie being shot? Did Maddie know? Chim? What about Christopher?

Right, he still had to tell Christopher… He remembered calling Carla shortly after arriving at the hospital; blood smearing on his screen as he swiped to find her number. Thankfully, she and Christopher spent the day together, visiting the park and an ice cream parlor or two. Buck breathed a little easier, knowing Christopher had a few more hours of joy remaining. Carla, being the kind woman she was, assured Buck she would stay by the younger’s side until he went home to clean himself up and pack a bag for the next few nights.

Right, he needed to get moving.

Taking a shallow breath, he glanced toward the shower, eyeing the handle. Buck struggled as he tried to get his feet to move. Glued to the ground, he moved not a single inch. All he needed to do was turn the handle. He had done this countless times, hell he somehow managed to turn the sink on, so why was now so hard? Rolling his neck in frustration, he caught a glimpse of his reflection; he nearly jumped out of his skin. His hair was matted, shirt drenched in sweat and blood. His skin was dirtied in debris; eyes red and glossy, sunken into their sockets. He looked nothing like himself. In fact, he had made up his mind the man before him was a mirage. The pit in his stomach gaped deeper.

Pushing off the sink, he made his way up to his room. He threw open the closet doors, yanking a couple shirts form their hangers. Tossing them in a bag along with a few pairs of boxers and socks he plucked from his drawers, he left his room in disarray. Like a tornado let loose upon his home, nothing was done with care. He felt as if time were slipping through his fingers. Dropping the bag to the floor, he fumbled at the buttons of his shirt. He couldn’t wait to get this thing off his body. He found it hard to move with it on. It weighed heavy on his chest. Unclasping the final button, he crumpled it in his hands, throwing it in the trash can next to his bed. His breath trembled as he breathed in. Though the shackles had been removed, he still trapped; the metal rattling in his lungs. The dried blood on his skin cracked as it crawled along his face.

Buck tried to shake the feeling. It wasn’t real, how could it be?

Trotting down the stairs, he raced to the sink, wanting to drown the sensation in the water. With each step, it’s grip around his throat grew tighter.

Plunging his head under the bathroom faucet, he gasped for air. Cupping his hands, he scrubbed his face, mashing his nose and cheeks in abstract circles. It burned the blood away like acid. His lashes were heavy as they dripped, water falling from his hair, down his nose and back. Small puddles could be found along the floor. Buck braced himself on the edge of the sink. Blowing water past his lips, his breathing lay labored. He gripped the sink tighter; fingers turning a muted shade of white.

Soon, a cry burst from his lips. Through gritted teeth, it resembled a groan of agony. Shaking uncontrollably, tears breached their waterlines. Falling against the wall, he slid to the floor, curling his knees to his chest. He had been sleepwalking. Numb for the remainder of the day, his body functioned purely on autopilot. Finally, his emotions gave in; exhausted and overwhelmed, he cried.

There was no one around to comfort him. No one he could call to ease his racing mind. The one person he needed the most, was the one who left him here alone. He needed Eddie. After all, Eddie was supposed to be there. He promised to have his back, just as Buck swore to have his. He tried to think of Eddie. In a different moment other than today, he played any memory he could think of. Something that would save him from himself. As Buck laid his head against the wall, he stared mindlessly into the faucet.

Funny enough, his thoughts dragged him to another heartbreak. He remembered how he felt the night of the tsunami, ringing and twisting the bands of Christopher’s glasses in his hands. He had spent hours wandering various medical tents, calling out the boy’s name to the point of blistered feet and a scratchy throat. Tears overflowed his eyes as he fought to look Eddie in his… those brown eyes he adored so much. His heart exploded with relief the moment he saw Christopher back in Eddie’s arms safe and sound; knees buckling underneath him. Wrapped in Eddie’s arms is where things seemed the safest.

He remembered how angry Eddie was when he filed the lawsuit against the department. How Eddie saw red that day in the grocery store. The hurt in his voice masked by rage, as he clenched his fists by his side- Buck swore he was going to hit him… He wouldn’t have mind. The rattle of a fist against his jaw would have felt better than the hole in his heart. The hole Eddie dug deeper the more he ignored him; declining his calls and leaving his texts on read. Though he never admitted it, he cried on occasion. While everyone else ran off on calls, Buck often locked himself in the showers, stood with his back against the door as tears streamed down his face. Drawing a wedge between him and his best friend, he hated his pride that led him to isolation. He hated being alone…

So when Eddie was there for him after his world came crashing down, it was no wonder he couldn’t find the words to describe his appreciation. After 12 years of deceit finally coming to light, Buck found himself in a screaming match with his parents. He felt like a child again. Betrayed and neglected, Buck rambled on and on for what seemed like days at a time- Eddie was there to listen. He made him feel heard. Listening to his various monologues through FaceTime, even as Buck began to blame himself, doubling back on his words and dismissing his own feelings, Eddie always made him feel valid.

Eddie was always there… except now. Why couldn’t he be there now?

Why was he laying in a hospital bed, fighting for his life with IVs and monitors taped to him? It seemed so minute, a shot to the shoulder. If only they had rushed Eddie out of there like he begged, like he pleaded, he would have been fine. There would have been no need for him to pack a bag preparing to spend countless nights between a couch and the hospital. He wouldn’t need to tell Christopher his father’s not coming home tonight, if he came home at all. If only they let him pull Eddie to safety, things would have been fine… But instead first responders hid behind their cars, piling on top of each other, holding him down while Eddie laid in the middle of the street bleeding.

God, he had lost so much blood… Why did they waste so much time?

Time… Buck began to think rationally for a moment, his hopes growing high. Maybe if he showered quick enough, he could go back to the hospital and sit for a while- not for hours like he had before, but maybe an hour or two before Carla went home for the night. Though, he would be wasting away in the hallway; knee bouncing, rattling the chairs next to him. He probably would have worn his nails down to nubs before the doctor came back with any news. Buck pulled his thumb from his mouth at the thought; an old nervous habit rearing its ugly head. He clawed at his jeans, finding other use for his hands. Another the image of Eddie came to mind. Reaching out his hand as he laid on his side, Buck reached further, hoping he could feel his touch only feeling the rough touch of denim.

If only this once, he could hold Eddie’s hand.

He wanted to be by his side, waiting until he woke up… He wanted to be the first thing Eddie would see- not just in the hospital, but all the time. On the weekends, when they were both rarely off from work, he wanted to wake up next to Eddie; seeing him roll over in the sheets, sun shining in his face. On lazy afternoons, when Eddie sometimes napped at the fire station, Buck wanted to see that moment again. The man curled up on the couch, arms crossed over his chest, face plastered in bliss. He wanted to wrap his arms around Eddie as he cooked; with music playing in the background, dancing as he often did when he made dinner. Buck wanted to hold him in his arms, his head laying on his shoulder. That would be his own piece of peace.

The more Buck thought, the more he realized the two men had created a special type of love. Sure it was undefined, maybe even unconventional, but it was love nonetheless. As the wise words of a man he once met ran in his ears, Buck found himself laughing. Tears dried on his cheeks, nose no longer running, he remained laying against the wall, his laugh deep and therapeutic. He used to long for a love like this. Hoping for the day he would stumble upon it, unaware such a sacred love could only be made, molded with one’s own two hands- and By God, they had done it! He loved everything that ever was about Eddie Diaz. He had known for quite some time, the feeling of being in love. Constantly hiding his true feelings and for what reason? It was times like this, he wished he hadn’t. If only he had told him before…

That’s it, he thought to himself. As the light bulb flickered on above his head, he wiped the tears from his cheeks. He cleared his throat with a start. Standing, he flipped the handle on his shower wall, water spitting from the head as a result. Staring in the mirror, reminisce of himself began to reappear. He raised his chin, breathing deep. You got this. There was no need in holding himself down, torturing himself with a nonsensical life without Eddie. He didn’t have time to marvel over ‘what ifs’ or hypotheticals. Reality was now; a breath of fresh air compared to the sadness he had been drowning himself in. From that moment on, he would only allow himself to think fact, for fiction was too painful.

Fact, Eddie was going to be fine. The surgery would go well, and he would return home in no time.

Fact, Eddie would tuck Christopher into bed again. He would once again read his son his favorite stories as he drifted off to sleep in his arms.

Fact, when Eddie did open his eyes, Buck was going to be there… Sitting by his bedside, he would be holding his hand, ready to say the things he never could say.

Completed On: May. 23th 2021

Written By: Carmen Feaster (YourAverageBTSStan)

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marigoldsandbuttercups · 3 years

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Hey omg I saw you were doing matchups! I would like to ask for one please (if there is still slots open, if not totally feel free to ignore this one!)

I’m either a kindness soul or a justice one or a mix (I’ve got mixed answers from quizzes and I relate to both tbh) I use she/her pronouns, I’m a bisexual mess, and I’m a Taurus. I have been told I have rbf (even from a customer once, that was a fun experience) and I’m often being asked if I’m okay or if I’m mad, but more often than not I’m just chilling. I’m not quick to judge people, especially on appearance, I care about actions and words more than anything. I try to be kind to everyone I meet, because you never know what they’re going through. However, I’m not a doormat, I’ll stick up for myself and others if needed. I would say I can be pretty stubborn, but I’m not afraid to admit and apologize if I was in the wrong. I also have a hard time communicating my feelings to loved ones (especially if they’re negative) and I tend to bottle things up a lot. I’m working on this but I still really struggle with it. I also have sensory issues, and tend to get overwhelmed very easily. On to less serious stuff lmao, I love to be silly and joke around with loved ones, I love the feeling when you and someone close are so giddy with laughter. I also genuinely enjoy cooking/eating with loved ones it’s really fun to do, good food and good company is my favorite thing lmao also cuddles I like those too (I tend to be physically clingy, but I’ll always respect the others boundaries). I’d say my love language is probably quality time and physical touch.

For hobbies, I love to draw, paint, do nail art, sing, organize things (idk I just like it for some reason), hang out with loved ones, and listen to music while staring at the ceiling lmao

And deal breakers for me in a relationship would be: being judgmental, interrupting me constantly without noticing, not respecting boundaries, and jumping to conclusions before having a conversation about the issue.

I hope that wasn’t too much! I tend to ramble lmao, also thank you for doing these! Also, when I started writing this, it was after you said you had two slots, but honestly I take forever to write so if it’s closed I’m so sorry and totally feel free to ignore this one! I hope your day/night has been good;)

(HDHSHSHS Don't worry!! You were on time and thank you, I hope your day/night has been going swell too)

I Ship You With:

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　THISTLE 　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

(HT Sans)

I chose Thistle because I think he needs someone who's strongest traits are either justice/kindness. Someone who's willing to stand up for him but also be tender and kind to him. He doesn't mind that you have an rbf, he isn't really phased by it and he has to himself. It's very easy to scare people without any effort for a ton of reasons. Though, he is glad that you don't judge others based on their looks as he's been subjected to it too many times.

He adores the fact that you're kind to everyone you meet, especially when you tell him why. It makes him feel like the world is a little more better with you around, it makes him feel good for once instead of worrying and wanting to stay away from everyone. Your stubbornness is something that he doesn't mind either, it's good to stand up for yourself and he will support you no matter what. But he is prone to getting overprotective if he feels like you're in danger.

He understands that it takes time to deal with your feelings and he's very gentle about it. Thistle has been through a lot himself but he never wants you to keep anything to yourself. He also knows how to calm you down when you feel overwhelmed, instantly taking you to his room or his garden where it's mostly calm and there's no overpowering scents before talking to you gently, helping you relax even more.

He may be on the quiet side, but Thistle has quite a mischievous streak. He will absolutely pull out the most random puns and will tease you when you least expect it. He also loves food as well but his cooking skills are not exactly the best but man, he loves cooking with you and will even mess around little, taking swipes of food when he really shouldn't be, especially. He's also very into physical touch and doesn't mind if you get clingy since he enjoys having you close to him all the time

He loves watching you draw and paint, especially when it comes to nail art. He gets very transfixed on the process and it helps him calm down greatly. He's also not judgemental and doesn't really interject in any conversations, preferring to sit back and listen to you. He also isn't one to jump to conclusions but he is a worrywart and always tries to look after you.

Overall, it's a sweet and tender relationship. The both of you make each other feel at peace. Hope you like it 💕💕💕

#matchups #sans #horrortale

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the-firebird69 · 3 years

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Well.. I don’t know exactly where that idea came from. I was just imagining a scenario where a Mamba (an SF! Sans lamia bitty created by @vex-bittys) “falls in love” with the beauty and grace of a purple Betta fish and I imagined that such an animal would be great as a UL! Sans bitty… only I didn’t really like the combination Sf!SansxUL!Sans.

So I thought about replacing SF!Sans with HT!Sans… but I could only imagine Blood/Axe seeing the little fish as a quick snack. So the idea wasn’t working out in my head.

While I was imagining as a UL!Sans Betta would look like, I thought about the mixture of colors that it could have and somehow it turned into something that looked like the painting of a galaxy. From there it was a leap to turn Lust into Outer which immediately made me think of the adorable KillerxOuter drawings from @itsxroxannex and that was what followed.

(so I kind of know how I got here, but I swear I didn’t plan anything, just let the story come out word for word)

There is also a reference to Killer “adopting” a kitten that came from the drawings of @h0da and @rahofy-sketch.

I never thought of a story with these boys, or did I read more than a few drabbles with Killer or Outer (and I’m sure none with that particular pair).

Summary: Killer did not expect anything from that day/night, much less receive a gift from one of his “coworkers”.

Killer was sitting in his room at Nightmare Castle looking out the window, not that there was anything to look at. Outside the castle’s existence, there was only darkness surrounding the domains of the sticky skeleton, just like the monster itself.

No. This was not a good comparison. As dark, cruel and scary as Nightmare was, he was still “something”. The darkness outside was more like himself. Just a dark void, with nothing to offer or desire.

A knock on his door made him turn. Standing in the doorway was Cross, Nightmare’s newest minion, or rather, his new slave, not that Cross saw himself as either.

He stared at another version of him(one that was as “white and shiny” on the outside, but as stained and broken on the inside as everyone there) and imagined that he should be curious about the surprise visit.

Cross was not look for his other versions in the castle, in fact he rarely stayed in the shadowy castle, preferring to jump from AU to AU doing … whatever he had to do. So he wondered what he was doing there in his room .

Surely he hadn’t been there for a chat (even if between a crazy killer, a killer maddened by hunger and a sadistic megalomaniac, a murderer without feelings perhaps was the best option for a conversation … at least he wasn’t crazy) and if Nightmare wanted something to do with him, he would “summon” him and not send Cross like a errand boy.

Cross coughed and moved uneasily for be stared at in silence for so long. Killer just tilted his head, he might not be curious about what Cross was doing there, but he still remembered how to pretend to be.

Not that he was going to try too hard to fake a decent reaction. It wasn’t as if Cross didn’t know what he looked like, and he didn’t have to struggle to “please” or deceive him, so a simple gesture would do. Just a small mechanical movement, something your body did without your mind having to think too much… a conditioned response for the benefit of others and not for yourself.

-Uh… I… I… here!

Cross held out a transparent bag to him. The bag was stuffed and there was something dark about the size of a large apple floating inside. At that distance it was difficult to say what it was.

Killer wondered what he should do. He could ignore the other skeleton, but Cross had a volatile temperament, which could explode at any moment, and as much as he didn’t mind fighting, he figured Nightmare wouldn’t be happy if he ended up killing his new toy. Better to take whatever it was and get it over with.

He got up and walked over to Cross who just looked at him quickly before shifting his lights to the floor. There was a faint purple glow on his face and Killer quickly went over the feeling options he should have felt in that situation: embarrassment? Fun? Curiosity for sure. But since he didn’t feel them, he really couldn’t decide which one to express.

He held out his hand and Cross passed the bag to him. It was heavier than he expected and he held it up to see what it was. It was full of water and…

It took his mind a second to process what he was seeing. Was it… a fish? It kind of looked like a heap of blue algae floating like a drowner’s hair. He moved a little closer and the tail, if that was it, moved away with a flourish revealing the rest of the creature. A small skull attached to a tiny torso attached to a shiny ecto-tail. It was another version of them, but tiny and half attached to a fish (or some species of sea creature).

A tiny version of a Sans… something tickled his mind. There was a name for that, wasn’t there? Ah yes! A bitty! A miniature version of a monster that in many universes were considered pets. But shouldn’t they have legs?

He looked away from the creature and looked at Cross. Still without looking at him, he began to murmur.

-There was nothing useful in this world. Just… these little things… bittys. Nothing worth using… Error should end this… madness, soon.

It was almost difficult to understand the murmured words, especially when he partially sunk his face, hiding it in his robes.

Okay, so he went to an AU, but he didn’t find anything he could steal to “rebuild” his own destroyed universe. Apparently Nightmare had also found no use for it and had handed it over to Error to destroy it. Nothing new, but why the “gift”?

-And? - He lifted the bag to Cross. It’s okay to get a little souvenir, but why were giving it to him?

-Well, Nightmare killed your cat… I thought… there was nothing… feline there, and, well… that’s not quite a substitute! But maybe… you would like… it…

Cross finally answered looking at him. His speech going from shy to embarrassing and then to defensive and back for the embarrassed. Maybe because in the end he noticed the ridiculous thing he was talking about.

Killer tried to piece together this explanation with no apparent meaning.

A few weeks ago he had found a cat wandering around the castle, a thin, elusive little thing, most likely one of Ax’s “snacks”, and on a whim he picked it up. The cat stayed in his room and he just fed it mechanically, until one day he must have escaped and Killer found him dead at the feet of Nightmare

That meant nothing, he just let the animal stay there and fed it when it demanded it, not because he cared or anything, it was just another automatic reaction from his body, something he knew he should do, not what he wanted to do. And now Cross had gone to some bizarre AU and brought a small version of them to “not replace” the dead cat.

A part of his mind told him that he should laugh at “maybe he was going to like it” (or even more from the stupid notion that he might be offended by Cross’s attempt to replace the dead animal with another).

He knew it was difficult for people to understand that he didn’t feel anything (how could they when they were full of feelings? Even more so Cross, so full of pain , bitterness and hope), but he didn’t feel amused and pretending was a big effort to just tease Cross.

-Ok. - He replied before Cross continued trying to explain their motivations.

The skeleton looked at him suspiciously, looking for something in his face, which he certainly wouldn’t find. Cross shifted his weight from one foot to the other as the silence stretched on until it became too much for him, who just nodded (agreeing with what Killer had no idea,) and turned down the hall and disappeared into the shadows.

Killer stood still for a moment in front of the door, holding the bag up before lowering his arm and turning slowly. He stared at the interior of his room without really seeing it, thinking about what he should do now.

The most logical thing was to get rid of it… but how should do it? Should kill him? Throw it in the toilet (that’s what they did with dead fish, wasn’t it? Except he wasn’t dead yet, and he didn’t have a toilet).

He thought about dropping the bag on the floor. Perhaps the creature would die in the fall and it would be less of a problem. Or should he give it to Axe? It would certainly be of more use to Axe than to him.

He blinked slowly, returning to see the room. It was almost a copy of the room he had once in the Underground, only much more empty and clean. There was only the mattress, with no pillows or sheets, the broken lamp and the magical hurricane, now without trash in a corner. There was no dresser, garbage or socks lying around, much less an answer to your question.

Suddenly the hurricane jumped and moved to its mattress where it seemed to belch before sliding back into its corner. Perched in the middle of the mattress, already half filled with water, was an aquarium.

Killer shrugged at the strangeness and went over to the object. He tore the bag and let the bitty drain with the water into the container below. The creature fell with a “plop” and a protest. So the creature could speak, it was to be imagined.

He bent down to watch him.

Now that he was no longer squeezed into a bag he can see it much better. It was definitely a fish, although its fins were so wide and thin they looked like hair dancing in the water, moved almost as if they had a life of their own.

He had a vague memory of knowing what kind of fish it was, but he couldn’t remember and the effort in trying was a waste of time (even if time was something he had left over). He just remembered that it was something decorative.

And decorative he looked.

Its upper part was nothing special, smooth bones and round lights, both white, a Sans Classic like thousands of others scattered in the Multiverse. But your bottom? Oh! It was a separate show.

The ecto-body was a deep blue, in the low light of the room it looked almost black. Much darker than any magic he had ever seen in a Classic, with spots of a lighter shade, almost iridescent and full of tiny bright yellow points. Its tail and fins were long and looked so thin.

They were of the same dark blue tone, but as they approached the tips, they lightened and took on a more purplish hue. They were also splashed with yellow spots.

He thought that if he felt something he should be fascinated or even envious of something so beautiful.

The little skeleton was staring back at him through the glass, he didn’t seem to be afraid, and he even swam closer to the glass, touching with his tiny hands to the barrier and tilting his face to face him better.

He swam in a somewhat “nervous” way full of quick movements, with his fins moving as if they were floating in the water. The movement made the colors tremble and blend and Killer remembered photos in a book long seen, in another world, another life.

-Galaxies… - he spoke without thinking. The bitty swam in that agitated way to the surface, his skull breaking through the water. - Are you an Outer Sans?

He had never been to the Outer universe before (he was, after all, one of the few that Error “liked” and Nightmare hadn’t wanted to create a friction with the Multiverse Destroyer for it… yet). But he had heard reports about it and imagined that a pattern that resembled both pictures of the universe and galaxies should belong to a Sans from that universe.

-Hum… I’m a Sansy type and in my tank it said that I was a Starlaxy, it seems that I’m based on a Betta HalfMoon or something.

Betta… yes, that’s what these little fish were called. Small, showy little things… there was something else, something with puddles and fights, but he did not delve into the memory.

Starlaxy… Star+galaxy? It was a good description of its tail. Already Halfmoon didn’t say anything to him, but there were 3 spatial factors, it was enough for him to classify him as Outer (and if not, who cares?).

-Are you my new master? - the “little fish” asked.

Killer considered the question. Well… Cross had given it to him, he supposed it made him his. Even though “master” made him think of Nightmare and he couldn’t imagine giving orders to the bitty (or that the bitty could do anything useful for him). Owner, maybe it was more accurate… at least until Nightmare or Dust found it and destroyed it, or Axe found it and devoured it.

-You can say it like that… - The position was bothering him. He was supposed to get the aquarium out of bed, but it looked heavy and a useless effort. He mentally shrugged and lay on the floor beside the mattress facing the ceiling.

-And what’s your name?

Killer. - he replied without looking at him.

He thought how strange these bittie creatures were. The creature didn’t look scared of him. Maybe it was too stupid, or maybe the Outers were more like the Swap (or the bitties are) and had no sense of self-preservation. If they were like that, Error could end up “adopting” some of these little creatures before destroying their universe (and “losing” them somewhere in Anti-Void).

He wondered if he would see any of these universes, but he believed not. Nightmare was focusing on Cross and didn’t need him at the moment. What left him there, with nothing to do.

Well, he supposed that for a being that was fed by negative feelings, it was more interesting to be beside another being that he could feel than one that was just an empty vessel. Bonus point he thought. Feed on both the “victims” that Cross left behind, and Cross himself.

With nothing to do, all he had to do was wait and the only advantage of having no feelings or desire was that he did not feel bored or anxious.

-So… what’s mine?

Killer turned his head and faced the bitty who had rested his arms on the edge of the aquarium and stared at him with his head resting on his crossed arms, his tail floating lazily below him.

-Your what?

-My name. - It answered.

Was it some kind of prank?

-Starlaxy? - he tried. The other snorted looking at him with mild indignation.

-No! that’s the name of what I am. Not who I am.

When he got no response from Killer, he continued.

-You know… Bitty species, type Sansy … - he enunciated moving a one hand in the air - I need a proper name. You are my master, so you name me.

-Why don’t you name yourself? - He replied.

It made sense to name a dog or a cat, but a being who could think and communicate alone? Why didn’t you name yourself?

-Hum… well I’m a bitty… it’s tradition that the owner names us. - But he himself sounded a little uncertain of that.

-Starlaxy is fine.

Killer closed the orbits while the little fish moaned.

-I’m too lazy to think about something. - It was a standard answer, something he would say whenever asked in the past and didn’t have or didn’t want to answer, so it seemed like a good answer now. - If you don’t like, name yourself.

And turned around turning his back to the aquarium. Everything was silent and he had almost fallen asleep when Bitty spoke again.

-Outer.

Killer turned to face him again.

-That’s what you called me the first time. - The little fish replied with a sleepy smile.

-Outer is also just a “rating”. - He replied.

The then self-appointed Outer just shrugged before answering.

-Yeah, I’m also too lazy to think of anything better. - He winked before letting go and sinking back into the water. He swam to the bottom of the aquarium, where he crossed his arms and leaned his head on them, closing the orbits and seeming to fall asleep in a few seconds.

Killer watched him. The little bubbles that floated from his skull from time to time, his fins dancing softly around him, making the colors mix and the golden spots seem to blink like tiny stars. Those little things rocked him to sleep while he thought the little fish was really beaultiful.

He fell asleep with the image of that cheeky wink and the memory, long forgotten, of the feeling of his own smile.

***

I don’t know if there are betta type bitties (probably there are), but the one described here was imagined by me (both the appearance and the name) and I don’t get it from some bitty site.

I always imagined that Killer would be more difficult to write… but until it flowed very easily (and I can’t believe I wrote this and am posting it, all in one day!)

Comments, questions and criticisms are welcome and thank you for reading!

#undertale #outertale #ot!sans #killer sans #outer sans #killerxouter #outerxkiller #mention of animal death #murder thoughts #nothing graphic #bittybones #bitty sans #merskeleton #kind of #betta bitty #betta sans #fanfic #my fic #betta for you

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bbrandy2002 · 4 years

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Something Flubbed:

Consequences of A Bad Reblog

Part 1

Wacky Drabble #15: It could be worse.

Liam and Riley

Word count: 1102

Summary: This is a continuation of a drabble I did several weeks ago, Riley's Secret Life.

A/N: So much for hiatus 😯 Im feeling better though and thanks to everyone who reached out with love, support and encouragement.

Thanks Burnsy for pre-reading and helping to tweak a certain paragraph or two.

Warning: Lot and Lots of bad language. Riley is not holding back in this; Im almost embarrassed for her...almost.

**I will not deny, nor, confirm this is loosely autobiographical**

Sorry, my read more is not working again.

'Haha, Drake's hogtied naked on Liam's jet', Riley chuckled to herself as she read, careful to not awaken a sleeping Liam to her antics. Oh yeah, he still doesn’t know Riley reads and writes fanfic about their life on tumblr like an obsessive tool. Would he care? she has no idea, nor, does she ever intend to find out.

He starts to stir in their oversized bed, a light snore escapes him as he grumbles something about pootang. Riley hits the panic app on her laptap, bringing up the Cordonian Fall expenses report. She was supposed to look over the numbers weeks ago, but, since her ass belongs to Tumblr now, the only numbers she cares about are followers and notes.

She remains perfectly still, holding her breath, as he rolls over, his back towards her, and with a quick scratch to his balls, he blissfully resumes his slumber. Riley exhales in relief and with a little snort she returns back to her tumblring, eagerly typing out a DM, to share the newest Liamism.

Notthequeenofcordonia: Burnsy, you there? This mofo is playing with his balls again 🤣

@burnsoslow LMFAO!!

@burnsoslow Alyssa is gonna get a mouthful of Drake's balls in Chapter 394 of Heavier Things: The Nursing Home Years

Notthequeenofcordonia: At least her new dentures will make it easier. Don't need her choking and having heart palpatations again...Drakey Baby's got that new hip, should probably take it easy on him for a while.

@burnsoslow BUT I WANT THEM TO FUCK SO BAD!!!!!!!

After arguing with Burnsy for 10 minutes that at 102 years old, HT Drake's colossus is shriveled and no longer working, she returns to reading. Riley hits the little heart and begins her well crafted, 500 word reblog with five-on point gifs-to accessorize it. As she prepares to post her reblog, a light knock on the bedroom alerts her to their 5 year old, Nikolas, who does not wait for an invitation to enter.

“Mommy?”, he wearily asks, being just a small silhouette in the doorway of the surrounding darkness.

Riley huffs, lowering her laptop and shushes him, glaring over at Liam to ensure he hasn’t been disturbed before drawing her attention back to her son. “What is it kiddo?”, she cautiously whispers.

He rubs his heavy eyes with one tiny hand and holds on tightly to his blue, stuffed dragon in the other. “I had a nightmare momma, I’m really scared”, he replies softly with a sniffle.

Riley stared at the small boy, who was the perfect mixture of she and Liam, the proof of their love….then she looked at the pending reblog that kept calling out for her to finish, the other proof of her love.

“Um, Nikolas”, she bit her fingernail as she contemplated the terrible example she was about to set as a mother, “go sleep with Grandma Regina”.

Nikolas’ eyes widened in disgust as he slumped in frustration, “But momma”, he cried, “she pisses the bed and blames me for it”.

"It could be worse", Riley grumbled, wishing Regina would just have her vaginal mesh surgery already. As Liam began to toss again, rolling over this time to face her side and muttering, little cockblocker, Riley decided to help her son find comfort back in his own room. She eased up from the bed, placing the laptop by her pillow and threw her pink cottony, mom robe over her pajamas.

"I'm coming Nik, just have to do...something", she trailed, reaching back over for her laptop. She typed out one last sentence before hitting, post.

Riley tapped at the keys, squinting her eyes at those words.....

Something flubbed. Try again.

Her breathing became a little more heavier, her heart starting to race. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes, knowing that if she believed hard enough, her massive reblog would suddenly reappear.

All of time and space froze in existence as she continued to hit the 'retry' option again and again and again and again....nothing...it was gone.

"YOU SON OF A MOTHER FUCKING WHORE, COCKSUCKING, BILLY JOE DICKWAFFLE, SHIT EATING, HONKY TONK PECKERWOOD, SKANKASSED, DICKHEADED, JIZZSTAINED, CUMWIPED, TINY NUTSACKED, BITCH!!!!!!!!!! The laptop flew across the room.

It really was like something out of a horror flick, a creepy ass Stephen King novel, a Dateline NBC story. King Fabian's large naked portait shook vigorously at the reverberations before bouncing off the wall and crashing to the marbled floor.

"Mommy!", Nikolas yelled in a panic as he ran away to seek refuge.

Liam's eyes shot open, not completely awake but ready to pounce whatever the hell was torturing his wife. His body weaved back and forth in attack mode, demonstrating his highly skilled martial arts moves, kicks and spins, slashes and puches. Unbeknowest to him, his dick was poking through the hole in his boxers, bouncing and flopping with each technique, causing Riley to burst into a fit of laughter.

"What the hell happened! Are you okay?", he asked breathless and confused, his dick still poking through.

Riley covered her mouth, attempting to stifle her laughs, still baffled that he didn't realize his dick and now half a ball had escaped their confines. "I'm fine...I'm fine....but, g'day mate, permission to come upboard captain", she squeeled, saluting in gest to his manhood.

Liam looked down, a slight growl escaping as he tucked his jewels back in its place. "I heard screams....why is Fabian's portrait busted...and.. stop fucking laughing, it's over."

"I'm trying, but...oh god...I cant", she cackled, "I have to go check on Nikolas, he had a nightmare", she scurried past him and out of the room before he could ask any further questions.

If he wasnt pissed before, he was about to be. Just as he turned to head towards the bathroom, his foot stepped on the opened laptop Riley threw, sliding him forward before he corrected himself and skid backwards with a thud.

"Goddamit!", he howled, twisting and contorting his back, wallowing from the bruising pain. As he laid there, trying to catch his breath, he glanced over at the object that has caused his affliction in more ways than one. His head popped up, pulling the laptop closer to him, completely shocked by its contents, his blood boiling the more he read and saw. DRAKES COLOSSUS DICK...RIDING DRAKE IS MY CHOICE, EDITS OF LIAM AND RILEY WITH CREEPY KIDS THAT LOOK LIKE DRAKE........DRAKE, DRAKE, FUCKING DRAKE.....

"I finally got him back to sleep with some Nyquil and a shot of whiskey....", Riley stopped talking as she entered their bedroom again moments later and realized, Liam knew.

"Uhhh, I..I can explain".

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8x13: Do Not Send Us Astray - Re-Watch

Hey Everyone! So the rewatch of S8 continues. As I wrap up S8 this week, I’m kind of addressing broad themes rather than specifics in the episodes, but I’m glad I rewatched this season. It’s definitely given me some interesting insights.

This is the episode where the Saviors attack HT and hit a bunch of people with their walker-blood poisoned arrows. Later, when everyone is sleeping in the manor house, Tobin dies from the infection, turns, and starts biting people. Carol kills him. Also, Henry accidentally lets the savior prisoners out when he’s looking for whoever killed his brother, so he runs off. This is the beginning of where Carol will go to find and rescue him.

The first thing I noticed (not really TD) were similarities between Morgan’s arc here, and Carol’s in S10, particularly in the Look at the Flowers episode. So, remember how they had Carol hallucinating Alpha (after she’d died) and Alpha would say things to Carol that other characters, like Lizzie and Mica had said?

I'd forgotten, but they did the same thing with Morgan here. Remember that last episode, Henry killed Gavin. So in this episode, Morgan keeps hallucinating Gavin with blood running down from his throat where Henry stabbed him, and saying all things Morgan used to say in Clear and Here’s Not Here. (You were supposed to, etc.) Just thought that was really interesting, and more proof that Carol and Morgan have pretty much the same arc. It revolves around deceased children they couldn’t save and their (Carol and Morgan’s) mental state. Morgan also does this a few episodes later with Jared after he dies.

Okay, so they have this little battle at Hilltop. There’s a school bus heavily involved, which is obviously a potent symbol. But they also had a light and dark theme going on. Once the Saviors were inside the gates, all the car lights turned off, which plunged them into darkness. Simon even says, “I can’t see shit.” It just reminded me of Beth’s possible blindness, and of her and Noah staggering around in the dark when they tried to escape.

Then, when Simon and the others move forward, the HT-ers suddenly turn all the lights on in a blazing stream and start firing from the windows of the manor house. This is really what wins the battle for them. Simon and the saviors cut and run. Many die, but some, including Simon, get away. But HT has won the battle, and they used the light—car lights, no less—to do that. So obviously very heavy symbolism there.

During this battle, Tobin is stabbed. He doesn’t die here, but rather later from the infection. I think his wound is in the shoulder or chest, but it’s not fatal. The interesting things is that when he goes down, Carol runs over to him. (Remember this is prior to her hooking up with Zeke, which she does after the end of this season, after she saves Henry. So Tobin is her most recent love interest. She left Alexandria at the end of S6 and hasn’t seen him since.)

What caught my interest here is the dialogue. You’ll definitely recognize it. Carol runs over to him. Tobin says, “I’m okay.” Carol answers, “It’s okay. I’m here.” Pretty much word for word what Beth said to Carol at Grady. I have a few possibilities for how to interpret this. After hashing things out with my fellow theorists, I think I have a better handle on this. So, here’s the thing. I do think this is a Beth thing. Tobin is a parallel/anti-parallel to Beth here. Why? Party because of the Grady dialogue.

Tobin wasn’t bitten, but he still died from the walker virus. Carol didn’t die at Grady, but probably should have (internal injuries). So, Tobin could be an anti-parallel to her. Then again, Carol wasn’t bitten and wasn’t ever really in danger of turning. It’s Beth that we think was bitten but didn’t die. So, I lean toward Tobin being an anti-parallel to her, and that’s why it’s Carol saying the “I’m here” line this time.

But the other reason I’m equating Tobin and Beth has to do with Patrick, from 4a. Remember that he died in 4x01, but no one realized it. He woke up (as a walker) and started eating people at the prison, right? Well, we have the exact same situation happening here. And after thinking about it, I realized something really big that equates Beth and Patrick.

For today, I’m just going to give you that as a tease. I don’t want this post to be overly long, so I’ll talk about Beth and Patrick tomorrow. For now, just know that this Tobin situation in 8x13 plays into that.

During the fight, we also have Tara being injured. Over these episodes, one thing I haven’t touched on is that Tara and Daryl are constantly arguing about whether to kill Dwight or not. Daryl wants to, but Tara is starting to recognize that Dwight really wants to help them, etc.

So here, Daryl sees Simon and Dwight sneaking up on Tara to kill her. (Dwight doesn’t really want to; he’s just going along with Simon to keep his cover intact.) Daryl shouts at Tara and she turns, but still gets shot in the shoulder with an arrow. After they figure out that Tobin turned because of the poisoned arrow, she’s sure she’ll die, same as the others, but she doesn’t.

So, plot-wise, this is a way to show that Dwight really is on their side. He might have shot her, but he gave her a non-fatal wound with a NOT poisoned arrow. If Simon had shot her, she would have died.

While thinking about this, I fixated somewhat the poisoning thing, especially as we’ve had so much water poisoning symbolism during S10. It occured to me that maybe we can draw a parallel between Tara and Beth here in that Tara was shot and should have died, thought she would, but didn’t. Which may have been true of Beth if she was bitten, as we believe, and was also true of Carol at Grady.

@wdway said she agreed with that. She pointed out that the bullet that struck Beth could be seen as her own, personal poisoned arrow. It probably should have killed her, but didn’t, because there were mitigating circumstances TF couldn’t have seen or known about. The same thing happened here. They couldn’t be sure Dwight’s arrow wouldn’t prove fatal, so they all assumed Tara would die. But she didn’t. Great insight!

@wdway also pointed out that, per this edit, Beth’s hand fell like Snow White’s, right? And with Snow White, it was the result of a *poisoned* apple that wouldn’t kill her, but merely rendered her unconscious for a time. So yeah, loving this connection!

The only other thing that really jumped out at me in this episode are the clocks.

As everyone settles down for the night in the HT manor house, before Tobin passes, we see a grandfather clock. It’s basically an 8:20 clock. The hands look slightly off to me, but we’re also seeing it at an angle, so that may be why. Overall, I think this is basically an 8:20 clock, which = resurrection.

So, here’s the sequence we see: First, the 8:20 clock, and then Henry steal a gun, and head out to confront the Savior prisoners. Then we see Tobin take his last breath and die. Then, we see a black, digital clock with red numbers that reads 2:13 am.

So, the idea is, that’s when he died. Then we see—get this—a FULL MOON (think Beta in S10). Then the digital clock again, reading 3:26. This is when Tobin starts biting people.

So, to be clear, the idea is that it was an hour and 13 minutes between when he died and when he resurrected and started biting. Then we see the lady doctor up and walking around. She looks at her wristwatch (not digital) and it reads 3:57. So another half an hour has passed. (Notice that the second had points to both 8 and 20, because military time). And then Tobin bites and kills the doctor.

Then we see the 8:20 grandfather clock again. And here’s what’s weird: the grandfather clock has stopped. When it first shows it, before Henry, we hear it ticking, and the subtitles also say this. But now, several hours have passed, and not only is it still at the same time but we no longer hear it ticking. So, it has stopped at that time.

No way that’s not a purposeful, symbolic sequence. But it’s hard to tell what applies to Henry and what to Tobin. I suppose if the clock is meant to represent the same as the 8:20, resurrection, then maybe that is just more evidence that Tobin = Beth.

This may also have a connection to Patrick and Carl through Tobin and Henry (yes, I know that sounds complicated) but I’ll get to that in tomorrow’s post when I talk about Patrick.

For now, I’m thinking the clocks here just point to Tobin’s resurrection and him waking and biting people and causing chaos being part of a broader theme that’s been in play since Patrick did it in 4x02. Tune in tomorrow and I’ll get into it in more detail.

That’s all I have for this episode. Pretty interesting stuff that’s making me look at broader themes that run through the entire series, but which we couldn’t have really figured out back when S8 aired.

Thoughts?

#beth greene #beth greene lives #beth is alive #beth is coming #td theory #td theories #team delusional #team defiance #beth is almost here #bethyl

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Why are your drawings so sweaty looking

Ohgod.😂 I take, you’re referring to characters and speech-bubbles in my comics often being littered with little sweat-drops. And you’re right – if you look at my last three (well, actually the last two after my latest comic, bc that’s when I received this ask – sorry for the delay!) it seems like they are especially sweaty – but the other ones are quite moderate in use of this stylistic device, I sweat – I mean I swear. There’s a reason behind:

If I use sweat drops in my comics, it’s to convey either a mental or physical condition of a character (and their speech/sound of voice):

In the mental department that’d be: nervousness, embarrassment, fear, anxiety (those emotions can evoke a bodily reaction, causing more/ profuse sweating.)

And in the physical department: exertion (which can be caused by mental processes also: e.g. thinking too hard.)

Especially when dealing with characters who are trained or in a way conditioned not to show emotions that leave them somehow vulnerable to the beholder (like when they’re impressed, hurt, turned on, have committed a mistake etc) I think sweatiness is often a more plausible bodily reaction than a blush, that could be used for some of the emotions mentioned above too. There are certain people that blush easily, but all in all, a full-blown blush doesn’t happen very often in real life – mostly in a state of absolute embarrassment and shame, which one seems to reach even lesser when grown up. So the sweat drops are my preferred weapon of choice when it comes to showing those emotions in restrained characters like HC, HT etc., that have to be dominated by fear of showing emotions to a certain degree.

#ask #anon #meta stuff #stylistics #this is a really amusing ask

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i interpret ht's reaction to sheli/earings as possessiveness though, as in protecting mo as a territory. not jealousy per se, but not very healthy either bc it negates mo's agency. But with qiu its neither jealousy nor possessiveness, rather as you said 'this guy is dangerous, dont follow him blindly!!' + 'you refuse to follow ME blindly, but THIS guy is ok ?'. or i hope it is,bc if HT refuse to let mo enjoy things he likes if he himself isnt a part of it, then hes a toxic jerk lol 1/2

Heya. I’m not touching the She Li/earrings deal here bc enough has been said about it.

You bring up a good point about writing inconsistencies. Those are inevitable, particularly when we are dealing with a lengthy piece. It’s not feasible to plan everything; not even the most celebrated writers can do that. Therefore, I do believe that a certain percentage of those moments where characters show attitude shifts can be attributed to flawed writing rather than meticulous planning. Anyone who dabbles in writing will tell you how challenging it is to preserve established characters fully intact across a span of dozen chapters, let alone hundreds of ‘em. Apart from that, it's one thing to excel at visual storytelling and visual communication, and it's a whole other deal to excel at building strong and consistent plot/characters.

Thus, I’m positive that some of those controversial behaviours certain characters exhibit in the manhua could be indeed attributed to writing blunders. Moreover, the very nature of the contradictory love-and-hate bond between He brothers (goes for Tianshan as well with their power struggle, enemies-to-friends dynamic) makes it tricky to strike a proper balance – give a little more tension, and it’s back to hatred; give a little less – and it’s going too fast too soon.

Still, it’s possible that OX planned for He Tian to be this conflicted about his brother. Their bond IS complex. Apart from hard feelings He Tian harbours for He Cheng, deep inside he still yearns for his validation in some form. He’s still fixated on the image of He Cheng from years ago.

At certain points, HT does appear to be compartmentalizing two contradictory desires: he both wants to have He Cheng meet his friends and yet he’s also afraid of it.

The manhua establishes HT's mistrust towards HC and Qiu by extension, the latter being Cheng’s most loyal underling. Even if OX left us some clues pointing at He Tian being more knowledgeable than Jian Yi, it is still unclear whether he's fully aware of their current plans or not. Perhaps this is why he might be wary of Qiu: the boy has no clue what his directions are, just as he has no clue whether He Cheng hides ulterior motives. It figures that Qiu is supposedly going back to Cheng’s mansion (since he originally came back to pick Jian Yi after school). Knowing this, one could argue that He Tian is uneasy about letting Mo anywhere near He Cheng alone (puppy trauma goes here). He might believe that whenever he’s present, he can protect Mo and other boys. Or at very least that he can stand up to his brother and counteract whatever Cheng throws at him. But as it happens, Qiu’s bike allows for only one passenger, and He Tian literally can’t go with him. Alternatively, he could be low-key worried about the truth of his criminal background surfacing, but that’s a bit of stretch IMHO.

In any case, He Tian isn’t willing to let his friends interact with the shady world without HT’s immediate presence. How well-founded He Tian’s concerns are and how detrimental his “saviour complex” is, is another matter altogether.

Paradoxically, HT himself grows bolder in his responses to He Cheng when his friends are around. He draws strength from them in the sense that these are meaningful relationships outside of his family, and he uses his newly found connections as metaphorical salt to rub in Cheng’s face. It brings him quite a bit of joy, showing that he's no longer that depressed trainwreck of a kid He Cheng used to take him for (I’ve written a longer post here). In that sense, yes, DEFINITELY, he wants Cheng to meet his clique.

All in all, only time will show whether this particular instance was flawed writing or an actual display of He Tian’s inner conflict (IF the reason why he got so gloomy was indeed rooted in Qiu’s and Cheng’s shady machinations).

If it is writing, let's cut OX some slack because storytelling is an arduous job.

#19 days #he tian #he cheng #Brother Qiu #long post #anonymous #ask #q&a time

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