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lovelyrotter · 5 months

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okay but i actually kinda wanna know ur take on stridercest being canon compliant O_O <- autism stare

oh hey i am also hitting you with the autism stare. ill try to get my thoughts down in a way that makes sense to more than just me hahaha

bear in mind that im an epilogue lover and i think Meat/Candy are really valuable pieces that further all of the characters and are also hard canon in the sense that we're looking at just 2 post-game universe outcomes out of an uncountable number (the book in the picnic basket representing post-canon fanfic). i think the characters actions in the epilogues make sense and are satisfying to me. yes even jane (i love alpha jane and i will not do her the disservice of 'cleaning her up' w/o showing her work for it. thats not how you depict a character who grew up with fascist programming). i could totally go on a whole tangent about this specifically but thats another post lol we'd be here forever and its also not stridercest

but okay. canon stridercest. under the cut cause it got kinda long

basically it has to do with the cherubs and how their relationships and mating rituals are pretty obviously incestuous leaning even though cherubs dont have the human concept of Siblings or blood family. the cherub who predominates will search across paradox space to mate with another cherub who closely resembles the cherub they predominated which is like textbook Freudian sexuality. theres a lot of Freud and Jungian stuff in HS imo even if im kinda [wobbly hand gesture] at the validity of these theories applied to real life and real people. but theyre super fun tools and lenses to use in fiction and i mean. gestures at all of dave

so the incest aliens cherubs. the whole reason why im talkin about them is bc Caliborn is so incredibly interested and invested in the Striders in particular. caliborn as both Lord English and Lil Cal shapes earth NOT OVERTLY but more so embeds himself in earth society, but again, the Striders lives in particular. dave is full of incest jokes. hes even apparently got a list of his friends arranged in order of how likely theyd incest-elope with each other (thank you epilogues for this amazing factoid). he seems to think about it often enough to, yknow, Do That. have a good solid think about that and construct an organized list about it. bearing in mind dave makes jokes about stuff thats a) bothering him, or b) generally camping out in his brain. hes not even really aware of it most of the time (as we see in one of the openbounds where hes all 'why am i thinking about puppets???' after seeing dirk for the first time in that dream bubble. he is thinking nonstop about dirk at that point and going off his only frame of reference for ANY dirk, which is his bro. his bro who was most likely deeply warped by Lil Cal)

sorry for the long blocky paragraph lol. but now onto the next thing

Caliborn as Lil Cal is the centerpiece in the beta strider apartment. dave cant escape him and beta dirk grew up with him. what the fuck do you do when youre childhood comfort item is also the most evil creature across all of paradox space? if youre a dirk you try to fight it. but how long can you keep fighting something like that. its safe to say that bro was affected by Caliborns particular brand of perversion and sfw kink. i dont think i have to say how insidious abusive and toxic he is about those things. and looking at the truth of beta bro (16yo alpha dirk) you can start to see just how warped beta bro became. beta bro is a false dirk (still a very Real dirk but not the Truth of dirk. beta bro has been toxified and made infinitely worse by an absolute evil influence over decades of life. in 80s fuckin texas. presumably in the system. anyone would be fucked up after that)

so for this analysis/theory im stating beta bro as a false persona. using jungian terms he is apha dirk's shadow

both dave and dirk live with a fake, carefully manicured version of their bros. they live with personas (or shadows of their guardians on the walls. hello platos allegory of the cave). they dont actually know e/o and they dont until the striunion

alpha dirk especially grows up embedded in the Public Persona Of Dave Strider 400 years post mortem and completely alone with unlimited internet access. hes a self admitted expert on his bro and we dont get to see a lot if any of his early childhood but i can hazard a guess at how much he clung to that persona of his bro. he fuckin idolizes dave. he LOVES dave. right off the bat he is in some kind of love with dave and i think if you try to argue against that then thats you slippin. i think youre a fool and have to reread homestuck because i wholeheartedly believe the striders loving eachother is part of the win state

once again this is speculation cause we get barely anything about alpha dave, but from what we already know about him im guessing this bro-persona is

achingly effortlessly cool

oozing masculinity (toxic or not, not really interested in categorizing that although toxic coolboy masculinity IS something the striders contend with & is an important facet in their lives)

a skilled fighter

a dedicated moviegoer (hes a director need i say more. this one is probably the only genuine thing about his on-screen persona)

and now lets look at jake. someone whos grown up on pretty much nothing but movies, whos doubtlessly been influenced by hollywood and its idea of gritty 'main character' masculinity through that, and who also clings to more old-school ideas of manliness (think victorian/edwardian era gentlemanly-but-loves-a-good-scrum kinda manly. moustache twirly with a monocle kinda manly. basically everything that grandpa harley is)

but okay lets look at what jake wants to be. lets take a look at his teenager persona

achingly effortlessly cool (his own 'hollywood star' kind of cool also def influenced by his favourite characters like lara croft who is indeed achingly cool. you see him succeed in inhabiting this hollywood star persona on earth c)

oozing masculinity (the old school manly mans-man kind)

a skilled fighter (two pistoles always. harder to aim cause you cant use a free hand to make up for kickback. that takes skill)

a dedicated moviegoer (again one of the only genuine parts about his persona. his questionable-to-wretched tastes aside. but bearing in mind that the SBaHJ movies are intentionally bad which is what makes them loop around to good. such is the nature of intentionally 'bad' art. jake fuckin lives in this perpetual bad-good art loop. okay enough with the art tangent keep focused man cmon)

because dirk has obviously way more contact with jake i dont doubt he sees through jakes own (admittedly way more flimsy) coolboy persona but the point still stands i think. different flavours but the same kinda guy. dirk has a type and i dont think its a stretch to say that hes looking for aspects of the bro-persona he grew up looking at in other boys, much like the winning cherub looking for the one they lost in the cherub theyll mate with

also wtf is with dirks obvious boner for dave chasing him across paradox space to decapitate him huh?? the last few sentences in Meat are about that very thing. he wants to fuc fight dave sooo bad. haha remember how the cherubic mating ritual is one of the most violent and long running spectacles in paradox space? i sure do

#stridercest #davedirk #dirkdave #alphacest #my t #thank you if you read all this HAHAHA #i am dedicated to my craft (autistic) (indulgent)

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isackwhy · 14 days

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I’ve been thinking about yknow that type of person that is totally a diva, confident and WILL stand up for you and fight whoever they need to right? Well what if that type of person with Isaac? Total power couple energy also Lay Banks and Flo Milli vibes I’m talking about 🫣🫣🫣

YESSS this is so me i was constantly suspended in high school bc i don’t deal w no bullshit LOL

isaacwhy x confident? aggressive? idk! reader blurb

warnings: drinking, fight

it was rare you, your boyfriend and friend group go to a party. mostly because isaac never wants to leave the house. but, with the help of nick, you managed to convince him to go to a party in the house of a mutual friend.

you’re standing in the kitchen, hand in the cooler as you shuffle through ice to find another mike’s hard lemonade.

choosing to ignore the shots of vodka already in your system. you’re not drunk. it was maybe 2 shots. you’re just—looser. “y/n, another shot?” tanner offers up. you hold up your bottle, “nah! i’m good, t.”

he nods, taking his shot. you look around. you barely know anyone. just the group and your mutual friend. none of these faces belong to people you’ve shared a conversation with. glancing around, your eyes land on a man across the room, bothering a girl on the couch. your eyes narrow in, sipping on your drink.

as if feeling your hot headed-ness from somewhere in the house, isaac appears next to you. “yeah, i’ve been keeping an eye on them too,” isaac says, a muscular arm wrapping around your shoulders. “she’s clearly telling him to fuck off. look she’s not interested,” you point out. he can feel your muscles tense. you both want to do the same thing. both want to stop this guy from being a weirdo.

one of you just has more balls than the other all the sudden.

you unravel yourself from isaac and walk through the crowd to get to the man and the poor girl. “excuse me. thanks. excuse me,” you mutter, gaze hardening the closer you get to them. isaac is right behind you, trying to grab your hand but you’re on a mission.

“dude, i already told you i’m not interested,” the girl shoves the creep’s hand off her shoulder. he’s clearly drunk. too drunk. he snaps his head back, “what’s with women these days—“

“hey, you okay?” you gesture to the girl, ignoring the man, arms crossed. isaac stands right behind you, watching the drunk man turn his attention to you now. the girl chuckles up at you, “i’m trying to get away from this guy honestly.”

the drunk man scoffs, “i’m trying to be polite—“

“no one asked. just leave her alone. you’re drunk. too drunk,” you bluntly tell the man before turning to smile at the girl, “come on—we can get some drinks and get away from this guy.” the girl happily stands up, eyeing both you and isaac. the drunk man lunges at the girl in an attempt to grab her arm but you stop it right before it can touch her.

“dude, don’t you know when to quit?” you laugh, moving the girl closer to you. the drunk man stumbles into your personal space but you don’t flinch. you just stare right back at him. isaac is now right next to you, towering over the man. “i wanted a conversation with her. that’s all,” he waves his wobbly hand close to your face, “there’s no reason to get in the middle,” he steps closer to get to the girl.

at this point, you’re fuming. isaac’s hand touches your shoulder, “just walk away, man.” but the man glares up at isaac now, then back at you, then at isaac.

“ah, i see. this is your bitch—“

“back the fuck up,” you shove a finger into the man’s chest. the stench of alcohol coming off of him is strong. the man is in disbelief, “don’t fuckin’ touch me—“

“then fuck off,” you cut him off quickly. he steps a stumbling step back and you can see the click in his head and before you know it, you’re getting shoved back by the drunk man.

“the fuck is your problem?” you shove him ten times harder before isaac can do something to him or even pull you away. he shoves back, nearly knocking you on your ass. “don’t fucking put your hands on her,” isaac pushes him back so that the back of his calves touch the couch.

“then keep your bitch in check!”

“i don’t have to do shit!”

you clench your fists, taking a deep breath. you step between isaac and the man, grabbing the drunk by the collar of his flimsy shirt. “you need to cut the shit,” you hiss. all eyes are on you now. “y/n, let’s just go,” isaac touches your shoulders again, trying to diffuse YOU because he knows how you are.

your grip on the man’s collar tightens, “don’t fucking touch me again. don’t touch this girl again and do NOT get in my boyfriend’s face again,” you hiss again before roughly letting him go. isaac pulls you back behind him and pulls you out of the area, looking back at the man and ignoring the eyes on you two.

isaac pulls you out of the house. not roughly. not even pissed.

once the cold air it’s you, you take a shaky breath. “you okay?” isaac gently asks. “that guy is a fucking dick. can you believe that shit? he had the fucking nerve to touch me?” you pace the sidewalk. isaac just watches you in borderline amusement. guiltily, he likes seeing you fired up.

“that was hot,” isaac speaks and you stop pacing. a stupid smirk comes over your face as you stay still. you shrug with a smug look, “yeah, i know,” you laugh as you flip your head back. isaac walks over to you, hands finding your waist, “i should get the guys, huh?”

“yeah, yeah. maybe,” you laugh, leaning in to kiss isaac.

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slexenskee · 10 months

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Would quirks like Stain's work on Satoru? The thought just popped into my head and it won't leave. Like how does it even work yknow?? Is there a range, is there a limit on how old the blood can be or can stain just. eat a blood clot and it would still paralyze the target? Sorry I got a bit off topic but like quirks. How.

Basically, are there any quirks that can get past his Infinity? And how do quirks work in this verse?

Short answer: yes it would work in theory but in practice probably not. And no, there are no quirks that can get past Infinity. At least not in a conventional way.

Ok I'm not a huge MHA expert but my understanding of quirks is that they're powered by "Plus Alpha Energy", which is basically an amalgamation of physical and genetic traits that make up a person's quirk. I treat it identical to Chakra in Naruto, or Cursed Energy in Jujutsu Kaisen - meaning its like a secondary energy source separate from their physical energy. Kind of like how in video games you have your HP bar but you also usually have a secondary MP bar for spellcasting, and you can run out of Magic even though you still have full Health. But more like the above examples, because I believe in MHA its possible to die /severely injure yourself if you overuse your quirk, so they're not entirely exclusive systems.

According to the wiki there are 3 main types of quirks: transformation types, emitter types, and heteromorphic types. I don't believe they're mutually exclusive, bc someone like Hawks is sort of heteromorphic + emitter (since his feathers are telekinetic). But they all require the use of Plus Alpha Energy. Even for emitter types / telekinetic types, they're using Plus Alpha Energy to control those powers.

For the sake of my sanity, I am treating PAE (I'm going to start shortening it I'm sorry it's annoying to type) like any other energy wave - soundwaves, microwaves, visual light, radiowaves, etc., in that it still needs to move through physical space to get to its target, even if you can't see it. So just like any other energy wave, it can be blocked. I have to imagine this is canon, since quirk-blocking handcuffs exist. (?) Or maybe that's fanon idk. They exist in my story lol.

For the most part, PAE is really only used to interact with the world in a certain way. Examples:

Shouto's emitter PAE creates fire/ice across his skin, and he can push it out in various ways and create ice walls/fire blasts etc but they all have to start at his skin, which is why he can't just point at a building and light it on fire. Katsuki's Explosion is similar.

Eraserheads emitter PAE is in his eyeballs but reacts telekinetically, because he doesn't need to touch people to negate their quirk, just look at them. But PAE is still energy, even though his quirk is activated telekinetically it still needs to travel through reality

Blocking PAE, with handcuffs or Tartarus cells or other quirks like Erasure, stops the PAE from working and therefore stops the quirk. So even 'instantaneous', ranged telekinetic quirks like Erasure, or I imagine any amalgamation of mind control quirks, could theoreteically be stopped by anything that can block PAE. Because PAE is an energy wave, it's possibly for Infinity to block it.

In canon JJK we already see that Gojo can block soundwaves if/when he wants (fight scene with Jogo) - it's not unrealistic to assume he can block all various types of energy waves, radio, ultrasound, etc.

TL;DR: No Quirk can get past Infinity, because it's an energy wave and Infinity can block those.

However!

Infinity is not infallible, because Gojo is not a robot (or actually a god) and has human limitations. He almost always has it up in some capacity (as its canon that he can pick and choose what filters through, i.e., soundwaves and the visible light spectrum etc, can normally pass through) but he does pull the 'physical' barrier down for a lot of reasons.

I also headcanon that he's not as religious about keeping it up at all times as he was in JJK.

So for random examples:

Stain: Let's say he somehow acquires and ingests Gojo's blood. His PAE would then kick in and he would try to telekinetically stop Gojo's body. That PAE still has to travel through space to get to Gojo, and Gojo's Infinity expands the space between himself and the universe endlessly, so it would get stuck forever trying to make contact with Gojo and can never do it. So nope it wouldn't work. ❌

Toga: Again, through a very improbable but not impossible series of events she somehow gets Gojo's blood. Steals it from his regular doctor or something, whatever. She ingests it, and can turn into him/has access to his quirk. Idk if she'd have access to his Cursed Energy, because it's still unclear how much of Cursed Energy is Body vs. Soul. Technically, her quirk does work because it doesn't need to cross Infinity ✅

Naomasa/Makoto: This one was a tough one, definitely had to puzzle it out! I believe their quirks work on the response of the person, not by forcing their quirk onto others. So, Naomasa asks a question. This is just a normal soundwave, interacts like any other human voice. But then Gojo responds. It's his response that Naomasa's PAE interacts with, and since that response already traveled out of his Infinity barrier, Infinity is useless to stop a quirk like this. ✅

Ragdoll: Another one I had to ponder. This would depend on how Ragdoll's quirk works, which we don't know. In my story, I've decided it works by ingesting the PAE of the world around her, analyzing it, and putting that on a mental map. Because her PAE works by absorbing/reading the PAE of others, she's not pushing it out into the world around her in any way. It's Gojo who's pushing out his PAE, because Infinity is a one-way barrier (Gojo's cursed techniques/energy, his voice/soundwaves, and his kinetic/physical force all can pass the barrier). So Ragdoll's quirk would work on Gojo, because it doesn't need to try to pass his Infinity barrier. Gojo's PAE naturally leaves his barrier on its own. ✅

Eri: Her Rewind canonically doesn't need physical touch, if I'm not mistaken? I feel like i saw a panel somewhere where it's going haywire and affects everyone in her vicinity. Either way it's irrelevant, it still doesn't work on Infinity. It emits from her horn and is pushed out into the world around her either, by touch or possibly telekinetically, which means Infinity will stop the PAE before it reaches Gojo. And she wouldn't accidentally hurt Gojo either, even if he had Infinity down already because he's carrying her or whatever, because his Six Eyes would be able to see the surge of PAE in her horn before it manifests and react accordingly by pulling Infinity up. ❌

Shinsou: His quirk is basically him lacing his voice with PAE. Because its traveling through the air as both an energy wave and a sound wave, it gets stopped by Infinity. ❌

Basically, the rule of thumb for whether Gojo would be affected by someone's quirk is how their PAE interacts with the world. Any quirk that a user internalizes/doesn't push out of themselves will work on him, while anything that tries to force its way through his barrier will not.

Gojo >>> Quirk ✅

Gojo <<< Quirk ❌

#fic may death never stop you #ask #mdnsy FAQ

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blorbologist · 1 year

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SO GLAD MY PREEMPTIVE 'DONT BANK ON IT HAPPENING 100% WAS WRONG HOLY SHIT'

In light of this new clip of team half-elf + Percy confronting Syldor, I think now is a good time to say I... don't think we'll be getting the title this season?

I've had this Thought for a while (katie can attest to when I spitballed it) but I really think now is a good time to share the Thought so people don't get up in arms one way or another.

Look. It's *the* changing point of Percy and Vex's relationship. In the campaign they both realize their feelings within 24 hours of Syngorn (the night before or right after the title). I don't see any context here where anything would need signing, and it’s also only the second half of season two. Very early for *the* slowburn of all time. Moreover, the title works because Percy has a chance to hear Vex's fears - if he's just going off a hunch (and lacking the scene where *he* realizes he’s in love), I... hrgn. Don't quite like that.

They have also split the party here - we'll get *half* as much time in Syngorn as we might expect, because Grog, Pike and Scanlan have their own crisis and character beats coming in Westrunn. I personally just don't think there's the time to give this the setup it needs. (Though!!! To be clear!! If it DOES happen this season, and with the emphasis it deserves, I will be poppin bottles! I'll be happy to be wrong! But... I'm just offering the alternative option in case people get nervous.)

Vex also, yknow, only just died. If Percy titles her now, I worry it might come across less as 'I love you and respect you and want to give you the tools to be respected as you deserve to be' and more as his remaining guilt over having caused her death. This moment should be about Vex and her agency, not Percy's guilt. (Also if y'all thought Vax reacted badly to Percy's apology or thr titling in canon? Oh, he'd gk nuclear here vjvjvj)

Given how short a time they're spending here, with Saundor being covered so soon, I wouldn't be surprised if they use this as a Taste of what's to come. Set up Syldor's bitchass attitude, the fact he respects Percy's titles, Velora's existence, and just have them drop by on their way to find Fenthras.

And then come back, later, to get troups to siege Emon, and *then* pull that out.

I'm just saying: if The Title doesn't happen, don't start a riot. We were in the exact same position in S1 when 'darling take off the mask' got shifted from the Anders fight to an *even more meaningful moment*.

Be patient, and trust that Laura and Tal will do their characters right. (And Travis too, he ships them harder than anyone lol)

#critical role #tlovm spoilers #tlovm #tlovm s2 #the legend of vox machina #tlovm meta #cr meta #perc'ahlia #percahlia #vex'ahlia #percival de rolo #only respect for Lady Vex’ahlia in my house #like!!! i can SEE the wailing and screaming brewing if we dont get The Title #people... they could go back to Syngorn. they likely will - they had a few reasons to be there in canon and only one here #be patient. trust laura *harp music* bailey

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aeternallis · 9 months

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KPTS Fic Trope: Kim should grovel / Semi-deep dive commentary of the breakup scene

I've seen a number of fans complaining about this trope, so I wanted to talk about it. XD Before that though, I will admit that I myself don't fully understand this trope--or rather, I'm not really sure what this trope fully entails? Because ngl, it sometimes also feels like readers/writers don't actually mind this trope, just only up to a certain extent.

And for anyone curious, I'm firmly on the camp that KimChay should yell/fight out their problems in the most unhinged manner possible like feral beans with lots of sexual tension to muck through AND with no one else involved cuz for the majority of the show, they were off in their own little world anyway~

But I may be on the minority in that, lol So, I digress.

From what I've gathered of this trope though, I'm assuming it's basically: -Kim begging Chay to talk to him/forgive him/ give him a second chance -Kim's own brothers takes Chay's side -VegasPete is somehow in Chay's affections and gets one up over Kim? -Basically no one is on Kim's side, lol

Depending on the execution of the fic, all or some of these points may be featured in the story in order to get these two lovebirds back together.

And honestly? I think the reason why this trope is so popular but also has its share of detractors is because people are looking for the payback or shall I say, "equivalent exchange" of this scene in particular:

It's arguably their most heartbreaking moment in the series, and I will admit, for some people who've had a bad breakup or two in their lives, it may hit a little too close to home, yknow?

And see, I've brought up the opinion before and will reiterate again that what the audience understands about KimChay's circumstances IS NOT what Chay understands as the character that makes up one half of this semi-canon ship.

And based on your understanding of this (as well as your preference, ofc) lies the difference as to whether you like/hate/feel neutral about this trope.

Sure, we can say that Kim did nothing physically to hurt Chay. We can say that Kim did what he had to do in order to keep Chay safe and not draw him into the dangerous world of the mafia, that he was looking out for Chay's best interests. There's just enough of Kim acting like a simp for Chay in the show to get this point across.

But be that as it may, Chay is not the audience. He's not a mind reader, especially not towards someone like Kim who's already closed off and hard to understand to begin with. Lol

And Chay not being able to read Kim's mind or intentions is not a failing on his part as a character; on the contrary, it's what makes him more human and sympathetic to the audience. There's a difference between emotional intelligence and having confidence in another person's motivations. In which case, I think herein lies the other distinction, if you, as the audience, are either willing to give Chay too much credit, too little credit, or just enough to get the ball rolling.

I think what tends to be forgotten about Chay's character at times is that for all his bravery, boldness, and intelligence (which deserves all the praise in the world, because holy moly, if only I had half his guts, I would get a lot more shit done), Chay is also someone who deeply respects people's boundaries. He's a noble character in that way, and why I think in particular Porsche did such a wonderful job raising him.

And we've seen this a number of times, from their very first meeting. He was brave for asking Kim to be his teacher, but didn't push to persuade him otherwise when Kim couldn't say yes. He was bold in tracking where Kim lives to serenade to him, but knew when he had to back off. And even when he confessed to Kim, there was no expectation of his affections being returned, only that he had wanted to show his gratitude to Kim for letting him do his best, and hoping perhaps that the time they spent together would always remain special to Kim.

In this regard, Chay remains loyal to himself and his steadfast nature without ever pushing for more than what Kim could give. But what made the breakup scene painful I think is not just because Kim made Chay believe that he had never loved him, but also because Kim muddled Chay's understanding of the boundaries between them. I would maybe even go so far as to say that what Kim did to Chay was basically a form of gaslighting.

And in muddling that crucial understanding between them, the full scale of the implications in regards to what Chay must have felt in that moment, in my opinion, cannot be overstated:

-the abject humiliation of having believed that someone had returned your feelings, only for it to be implied otherwise by said someone, no matter what Kim's meaning was with his "I'm sorry" LOL -the doubt and lack of confidence in yourself due to misunderstanding someone, without even knowing it -the fear of having shared so much of yourself, when the other person may not even have wanted nor cared for what you had to share in the first place -the loneliness that comes after having experienced all of these emotions, particularly for Chay who was already feeling left behind by his own brother

It's not a surprise tbh, why Chay chose to pull away from not only Kim after this scene, but also from Porsche, at least on an emotional level. Negative emotions like these tend to spill over to the perception of other relationships in one's life; it's hardly ever only contained to the relationship they originated from.

All of these things are painful human experiences, not just something that fictional characters go through, yknow?

And this is why I think this trope is so popular with the KimChay fic writers to begin with. I imagine that those who have written reconciliation fics that feature this trope are highly sympathetic to Chay's plight due to their own lived experiences, and why, while I myself am not necessarily a fan of it, also choose not to judge it.

It's basically wanting to find that sort of satisfaction in fiction that otherwise isn't always found in reality, using said points in the trope.

Ultimately, Kim is the one who muddled that important understanding between himself and Chay. This being the case, Kim has to be the one to untangle them now, imperatively so for some writers, to the point it's at the cost of losing one's dignity (the begging part) and standing alone (his own brothers don't have his back).

#kimchay #kinnporsche the series #meta #me just rambling once again #kpts meta

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lord-squiggletits · 2 months

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OH, I am so interested in your idea for SG Tarnma.

Okay so my exact ideas for SG Tarnma vary a lot, because I think there's two different canon varieties of Shattered Glass: the original Fun Publications SG where everything was completely flipped and turned into crack-canon, and then what IDW later did with Shattered Glass IDW1 where it was more or less just role reversal IDW1 with only some "complete flipping" of lore and personality. There's also my own personal Shattered Glass universe that I built for Pay Unto Evil, so I could also answer this question as "what would Tarnma be in the SG PUE universe."

That being said I'll do my best to explain all of the different ideas I've had for SG Tarnma. All of them are pretty different so I'm not really particularly attached to any one, but here goes

Version 1: FunPub complete role reversal style. Pharma was originally a mere energon farmer get it lol and has a very meek, shy, unconfident personality. He got enlisted by the Autobots, but he spoke too quietly when they asked for his name (Farmer), so they started calling him Pharma. Then at some point Ratchet is like "yo I'm gonna make this completely untrained guy do medical operations. No I'm not gonna send him to medical school he can learn on the job!" And so Pharma becomes Ratchet's apprentice and develops even more anxiety from the hundreds of times he murders patients either on accident bc he literally has no medical training, or on purpose bc Ratchet made him. He's literally just trying his best and doesn't even want to be here. Meanwhile, the SG DJD is known as the Decepticon Jokester Division, formed as a sort of circus troupe meant to bring good cheer to the Decepticons in a time of depressing war. The members of the DJD are codenamed after the first cities they toured right before/when the war started. How reluctant medic Pharma and literal clown Tarn meet in this universe is anyone's guess.

Version 2: IDW style. Tarn and Pharma still have basically the same backstories as canon IDW1 except that Pharma is a professional assassin instead of a doctor (yknow, role reversal where Pharma is an expert at killing people instead of healing them). Also this universe's Pharma has the posh and aristocratic personality fandom thinks he has in canon lol. Maybe Pharma finds out about Tarn having a secret t-cog addiction, and he starts bringing t-cogs to Tarn in exchange for Tarn providing him intel (or some other service, idk). Maybe in this universe instead of Tarn torturing Pharma into insanity, Pharma somehow develops guilt for killing people because of Tarn, then defects from the Autobots willingly? Or they kick him out like in canon

Version 3: Pay Unto Evil SG. Tarn and Pharma would have their FunPub style backgrounds (though maybe Tarn's would be slightly more serious) with the added caveat of Pharma having the evil Matrix's mind control embedded in his brain. He still didn't join the Autobots willingly and wasn't even trained to be a doctor. Somehow he and Tarn meet and fall in love across faction lines because Tarn sees how much Pharma is suffering under mind slavery and feeling like he doesn't belong among his cruel comrades. It's a bit of a tragic one though, as Pharma warns Tarn that the Prime can look through his mind at any time thanks to the Matrix. If he finds out that Pharma is Tarn's vulnerability, he could use that against him somehow, or worse, mind control Pharma into trying to kill Tarn himself. They were both devastated when the universe swap happened and they thought they would never see each other again. Though Pharma secretly felt some relief that Tarn was now a universe away and can find someone else to love who isn't a mind-controlled walking time bomb that could try to murder him at any moment.

#squiggle answers #shattered glass #tarnma #these are really rough and most of them i havent even written down or explained to anyone before so #hope any of these strike your fancy. if they do you can ask me more and i'll try to come up with more lore #also to clarify the way the matrix mind control works in PUE's universe is that SG OP is hooked in #at all times. but most of the time he lets his soldiers be or at least only exerts passive mental/emotional control #individual autobots still have personalities they just have little pieces of Primus in their brains watching at all times #hence why sg pue pharma is able to be in a secret relationship with tarn. bc he's forgettable and unimportant #but if sg OP took notice he could definitely reach out #and just mind control pharma to be unthinking and unfeeling and try to kill tarn

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rosemaryandarsenic · 2 years

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The Sid to my Nancy

pairing| Gareth x f!reader

readersynopsis| Y/N and Gareth finally get together after a Halloween party

warnings|SMUT! 18+ only as always, minors DNI. TW: Vomit lol. Includes a little bit of hurtxcomfort, mentions panic attacks, biting, fingering, oral sex, and dirty talk! and cursing. Also unprotected sex!

AN: I hate the whole Sid and Nancy story IRL, but its a cute idea so I ran with it. Inspired by an Eddie prompt I saw recently, I HAD to write it for Gareth. As always, I don’t have any sexual writing for underage characters so Gareth is like 18-19 in this, as is the reader. Hope you enjoy <3

Gareth flicked his pen against the notebook in front of him, face scrunched in irritation. Fall classes at the local community college had started, and he hadn’t seen the harm in taking a few before deciding if he wanted a degree. Y/N sat across from him, intently staring at her textbook, headphones on. Her hair fell across her cheek, fingers fidgeting over her lips. Gareth was doing his best to concentrate and had failed, his eyes going to the hair on her cheek, the way she absentmindedly brushed her lips, as he tapped his pen. Y/N never noticed the drumming anymore, she was used to it after years of being in close proximity. She didn’t look up until the vibration of Gareth’s tapping on the table woke her from her reading.

“You good?” Y/N asked, catching Gareths gaze as she removed her headphones.

“Yah, yah, just…yknow…studying.” He nodded, still absentmindedly drumming his fingers.

Y/N smirked as she watched his hands move, “sure, studying.” She laughed.

“Let me see.” She said, grabbing his notebook.

“God your notes suck.” She laughed again.

“Like yours are any better.” Gareth chuckled, “I don’t know why we need to take math again anyways.”

Y/n blushed slightly at the mention of her notes, then recovers quickly, nodding to his statement. He brushed off the strange response.

“If you swap the 2 here and divide this, it makes more sense.” She says, pointing to the section he’d been working on.

“Oh…” he mumbled, staring at the page. “Can I see how you did it?”

She looks confused as she searches through her bag, “I left my notes at home.” She shrugs, and he groans.

As Gareth gets back to his math work, Y/N gets lost in her thoughts. Her math notebook was not at home, in fact, it was tucked between two other books in her bag. It wasn’t that she cared about him copying her work, it was the idea that he’d see her other notes. She groaned internally. In class, she’d been distracted, absent-mindedly doodling, when she realized she’d sketched a tiny heart in the margins. Her initials, and Gareths, stared back at her from the page and she couldn't bare erasing them. It was stupid really, she was literally a college student with a crush. She’d known Gareth since elementary school and knew his gross habits (the way he refused to wash his flannels until they smelled so bad his mom threatened to burn them lol). Her crush had started innocently enough, little glances here and there during freshman year. It had gotten worse when Gareth had started dating sophomore year. No one lasted long, but every escapade had left Y/N with a dull ache in the pit of her stomach. Senior year, she'd been high as shit and doodled his name in the waistband of her underwear. She blushed at the remembrance of it, chiding herself for the way she let her eyes linger too long on him. Despite being embarrassed, she never got rid of the underwear, and still wore them when she was feeling insecure. The secret of his name being tucked so close to her made her feel bolder somehow.

“I got it!” He said with an exhale of relief, slamming his book shut. His rings clinked as he moved.

Y/N smiled, closing her own book. “Finally, Jesus.” She responded, “can we please go get coffee now?”

He nodded, slinging his bag over his shoulder, waiting for her to pack up.

“Actually, i’ll meet you in the car.” She said, “I forgot something in my English class.”

“M’kay,” he shrugged. “Meet you in the car.”

Y/N bolted down the hall as soon as he was out of eyesight, and headed for the bathrooms. Closing herself in a stall, she pulled out her math notebook and ripped the heart from the corner of the page. With a sigh, she flushed it down the toilet, leaning her head against the cold metal of the stall door.

Snap out of it.

…

A few days later:

Y/N stared in the mirror, adjusting her bangs one last time and yawning loudly as she heard Gareth and Eddie pull up outside. Since her dad had gone to prison, and the trailer was paid off, she lived alone. It came with a lot of benefits, and a lot of downsides, one of which was the bills. Y/N worked two jobs while in school to make ends meet, and she was tired. Sometimes she wondered if the lack of sleep made her delirious, seeing things that weren’t there. Nightmares of monsters, like slimy dogs with split faces. Lights that flickered too often and sounds out in the night. It was in those moments of feeling overwhelmed that she relied heavily on her best friends, all of hellfire really, but especially Eddie and Gareth. They’d been an unbreakable trio since fifth grade when Eddie had walked into lunch, head shaved and D&D book in hand. College hadn’t changed much, they were all relived to be out of high-school, doing what they wanted for the most part. She heard the front door swing open and a grunt, as Eddie tripped over game pieces on the floor. An empty trailer gave them a new location for meetings, and they hadn’t bothered to clean up after yesterdays meet.

“Can you maybe not fuck up my living room, or does it just come naturally?” Y/N laughed as she walked out, Eddie stuck his tongue out at her as he knelt to pick up the pieces.

He whistled as he looked up, grinning. “Nancy Spungen huh? Nice. Where’s your Sid?”

“Still looking.” Y/N laughed, grabbing her rings from the counter.

Gareth honked outside, as Eddie grabbed several packs of beer from the fridge. The sounds of Metallica echoed as Y/N locked the door and hiked her way to the car, her heels sinking into the soft ground. Her outfit was more extra than her usual denim and band tee, and she’d added her lucky underwear as a final touch.

“These shoes are gonna kill me.” She huffed as she climbed in the back seat, leather pants sticking to the seat as she tried to settle among the loose band equipment.

“Nancy Spungen?” Gareth asked, from the drivers seat, with a laugh.

“Why are you laughin-“ She cut off as she caught sight of him, his brown hair spiked out in all directions. Gareth was decked out in all black, a spiked leather jacket and chains adorning his torso. “You’re joking.” She laughed, trying not to blush and throwing Eddie a look as he slid into the passenger side with a devilish grin. He always seemed to know her little secret but he never said anything aloud. Little shit.

“Sid Vicious at your service.” Gareth laughed.

“This is why we should’ve talked about our costumes in advance.” Y/N whined, “no way I’m getting laid now.”

Eddie chuckled, elbowing Gareth, “told you she liked the movie.”

“Of course I did.” She rolled her eyes, and reached over the consul from the back to turn up the radio. “Speaking of costumes, Ed’s, where is yours?”

“I’m Eddie Van Halen.” He chuckled as Gareth and Y/N groaned. “What?! Its easy.” He lit a blunt, passing it back.

The drive to the party was quick, thankfully, because Y/N wanted nothing more than to get out of the car. She’d planned to make tonight a new beginning, get smashed, flirt a little, maybe mess around. But there he was, freckles and pink lips, looking like the devil incarnate. The Sid to her Nancy, without the murder. Maybe she should’ve gone with Carrie.

As they pulled in, she smiled at the smoke and lights in everyones yards, people milling around in clown costumes and plastic masks. Halloween had always been her favorite holiday, a day for treats and dressing the way you actually wanted to without judgment.

Synth music was blaring as they stepped inside, and she felt the weed hit, relaxing her muscles and making the lights twinkle brighter. Tonights going to be good.

Hours passed as she drank and danced, talking to friends from class and old classmates from high school. It was nearing midnight when she felt a hand on her shoulder, she turned to see Eddie. He motioned for her to follow, and she did, dazed from social interaction and the mix of substances.

“Time for some air,” he said as he pulled her onto the porch to sit, handing her a water.

“God, thank you.” She whispered, taking a sip greatfully. “What time is it?”

“Midnight.” He mumbled as he slipped a cigarette in between his lips. She watched as he expertly lit it against the wind and inhaled deeply. Eddie always seemed to do things so easily, like it came naturally for him to be wild. She envied it.

“What.” He nudged her knee, taking another drag.

“Ehh. Nothing.”

“Quit being coy, sweetheart. You’re a bad liar.”

“I’m not!”

“You are.” He said, making eye contact and refusing to break it.

She shifted, not replying.

“If its about Sid over there, I’m gonna pry it out of you eventually, you know that right?” He said, still staring at her as he gestured to Gareth, who was arguing with Jeff a few yards away. His hair had started to fall, the curls showing around his neck. He’s so…pretty.

“Goddamnit Eddie.” She said, tugging at her hair.

“Goddmanit yourself, dumbass, now spill.” He retorted, rolling his eyes.

“Nothing to spill, its stupid and its nothing.”

He laughed. “I’m so convinced.”

“Im serious, Eddie. Okay?”

“No.” He raised an eyebrow. “If I have to watch you make googly eyes at him one more time im gonna slap the shit out of you.”

“Are you fucking drunk?” She said, a little to harshly.

“You wish princess, like I said, you’re just a shit liar.”

She was feeling neaseous now, unwilling to have this conversation.

“I see the way you look at him, Y/N.” Eddie said.

“Looks at who?” Gareth asked, sauntering up with Jeff and reaching for one of Eddie’s cigarettes.

“N-nobody.” She stuttered, looking anywhere else in an attempt to avoid eye-contact. She jumped up, almost toppling over from the awkward stability of her heels. Gareth caught her arm and she practically jumped away muttering something about needing to pee as Eddie snorted.

“What’s wrong with her?” Gareth turned to Eddie, who shrugged.

“Trouble with Sid,” Eddie chuckled, “why don’t you go ask?”

Jeff and Eddie gave each other a look as Gareth watched Y/N disappear inside.

The bathroom smelled like puke and cheap perfume, Y/N slamming the door shut behind her as she gasped for air. This was so stupid, Eddie was just prodding her because of the alcohol, right? She just needed to steel her nerves, go out there and dance again. Fuck this. She spun too fast and was hit with another wave of dizziness as she heard a knock at the door.

“Y/N? You good in there?” Fuck. It was Gareth. FUCK.

“Im fine!” She mumbled, feeling the bile rise in her throat. Fuck.

The door knob turned and he slid in as she collapsed in front of the toilet, heaving.

“Oh shit, hey hey.” He carefully scooped her hair in his hands, holding it back and away from the mess. “Its okay, I got you.” He whispered, as she squirmed.

She couldnt stop heaving, only feeling slightly less anxious as it all came up. She finally slowed, coming up for air and grabbing for the toilet paper. Mascara was running down her face and she really didn’t want anyone else here but she couldnt speak yet.

“This is bad timing probably but uh…why do your underwear have my name on them?” He asked quietly, still holding her hair, the skull on the chain around his neck bouncing on her shoulder.

She froze. Oh shit. OH SHIT. Grasping at the rim of the toilet bowl she turned awkwardly, panicking, racking her mind for a response. “I…don’t know.”

He looked at her funny, reaching out with tissue paper to wipe her chin. She was burning alive, could feel the bile rising again and tears peaking behind her eyes.

“Did you?” He gestured towards her waist where the leather pants had ridden down, exposing the pink lace and sharpie.

She groaned and leaned over the bowl again, staring at the water and truing not to scream into the bowl. HOW could she be so stupid, writing his name on her underwear of all places. What the hell was she thinking.

“Can you please look at me?” He scooted closer, “im not mad, I uh -“

“I’m sorry, its stupid.” She yelped, still leaning over the bowl.

“It’s not stupid.” He laughed, “its kind of…cute?”

“Cute?” She sat up, holding onto a roll of toilet paper for dear life. “You think its cute?!”

“I mean its weird, yeah, but like…”

“Like what?” She looked flustered, cheeks burning and hair flying everywhere.

“Like..like its hot. Uh…I mean its like you’re labeling your…yknow.”

I am going to astral project out of this house from embarrassment.

“Listen we don’t have to talk about it right now, you don’t look like you’re having a good time.” He mumbled, and she noticed he was turning pink as well.

“Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up and ill take you home, mkay?” He said.

She nodded.

She stayed on the floor as he got up and closed the door behind him. FUCK. Fuck.

…

Gareth stood on the other side of the door, waiting for y/n to come out. He felt the burn on his cheeks and couldn’t even try to hide it. His name, on her underwear. HIS name. He couldnt think of many reasons why a girl would have someones name written in their fucking underwear, and was trying not to let his imagination run wild. He’d always liked Y/N, since middle school, but she was so focused. So smart, and driven. She didn’t make time for relationships, said so herself many times. So he’d resigned himself to keeping their friendship going, but there she was, on the other side of the door with his name tucked into her pants like a secret label of ownership. He was too overwhelmed for this, only two beers in and feeling woozy. He couldnt tell if it was everything he’d just seen or if it was the booze, but he took in deep breaths to settle himself. Eddie sauntered over, seeing him hover by the door.

“She in there?” He gestured to the door. Gareth nodded.

“You good?” Eddie whispered, raising an eyebrow.

Gareth glanced at the door and slid over a few steps, Eddie moving with him as he leaned in to catch whatever gareth was trying to say.

“She uh…she’s vomiting,” Eddie winced, still listening. “But dude. She uh…she…” gareth was blushing and Eddie shoved his shoulder.

“She what?”

“She wrote my name on her underwear.” Gareth blurted, staring at Eddie.

Eddies eyes widened, and he set down his beer. He looked stressed, rubbing his eyes. “Did she say anything?”

“No!” Gareth was sweating, “Does she…?” He stared at Eddie. “Did she say something to you?”

Eddie opened his mouth to speak as they heard the door open beside them, Y/N walking out. She turned and saw them standing there, eddies expression shifting quickly. The three of them stood there for a split second as they waited for someone to say something, anything.

Gareth cleared his throat. “You ready to go?”

Y/N nodded, “Are we dropping Eddie off first?”

Eddie shook his head, “actually, uh, Jeff said he would.”

Y/N looked between the two of them and then turned and walked away, towards the door.

Eddie grabbed Gareth’s jacket as he started to follow and whispered in his ear quickly, “fucking go for it.”

Gareth exhaled and nodded, slapping eddies arm as he followed Y/N to the car.

The car ride back was quiet, y/n staring straight ahead wordlessly. Gareth’s palms were sticking to his steering wheel as he struggled to find any words at all to ease the silence.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked finally.

She still looked ahead, her face blooming with color again, “fine now.”

He nodded carefully.

She didn’t move when he parked, she just sat, like she was trying to work up the nerve.

“About the bathroom…” she trailed, “Im sorry.”

“You really don’t need to apologize.”

She chuckled, and went quiet again.

“There’s no chance you’re gonna forget this in the morning is there?” She asked.

He laughed softly, “not a chance.”

She turned to look at him. “Were you serious about…about it being cute?”

He blushed again, and nodded. “Guys dream about that kind of shit so yeah.”

She blushed deeper, and turned away, opening her car door.

Leaning in after she got out, she said, “do you wanna come in for a bit or are you going back?”

He tried not to jump out of the car head first, “nah, I can come in!”

“I need to brush my teeth.” She said, running for the bathroom as they walked in the door.

Gareth tried to situate himself on the sofa, but couldn’t seem to get comfortable. What the fuck am I doing, he said to himself, standing up and walking towards the bathroom.

The door was open, and he knocked on the frame to let her know he was there. She spat out the last of the toothpaste, and leaned against the edge of the tub with a towel in her hands.

“So…uh.” He started, and she giggled, burying her face in her hands.

“I really am sorry, I ruined everything.” She groaned, still covering her face.

“You really didn’t.” he laughed, sitting down on the tub next to her.

“Its probably time I said something anyway,” she whispered. “Apparently according to Eddie, it’s written all over my face.” She sighed.

“A little bit, but its fine.” He whispered back, staring at the way her thighs spread agains the edge of the tub, fighting against the leather that constricted them. “Its not like I’m exactly subtle either.”

She gave him a surprised look, “what?”

“You can’t tell?” Gareth said, his chest tightening at the realization. She has no idea, does she?

“No?” She said, looking at him intently now.

He shifted, trying to ease the anxiety in his stomach. “I’ve always liked you, y/n.” He exhaled at the admission, and her jaw dropped.

She didn’t say anything so he continued. “You always said you didn’t have time for sappy stuff like relationships and I thought…yknow, I thought that included me. Then I saw your underwear and I swear I wanted to pin you to the floor then and there.”

She was pink now, watching him talk, eyes wide and lashes fluttering. He couldn’t help but stare at her lips, the way they curved, the plumpness of them. His heart was pounding, hard.

“Pin me to the floor and do what?” She said, breathy, leaning in.

His eyes darted from her eyes to her lips a few times, before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her jaw, slowly moving down towards her neck as she gasped.

“That,” he whispered, “and this.” He gripped her hips and pulled her towards him, sliding his hands over her ass and the small of her back as he continued devouring her neck. She moaned into the crook of his neck, as she kissed him back.

Gareth felt like he was going to combust, the friction of her legs against him awakening the rumble in his gut that he shoved away so many times. She’s so warm and so close, he thought, cherishing the feel of her lips on him as she moaned softly. It was unlike anything he’d dreamed of, felt better than he could’ve imagined. He’d spent so many nights with his hand wrapped around his dick, picturing her hands instead, her mouth. He moaned now too, heat radiating between them as they slid off the side of the tub and onto the tile floor, grabbing at each other frantically. She pulled off his jacket, hands running over his clothed chest as she straddled him.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, letting her fingers dig into his skin as she panted, “so pretty.” He mumbled.

She leaned down, her movements making him grunt as he felt her warmth over his hardening cock. “Is this okay?” She whispered, running her hands under the hem of his shirt. He nodded aggressively, taking her hands in his own and pushing them up further. She flushed at the feeling of his skin, the sight of his happy trail as she pushed his shirt up and over his head. He craned his neck to kiss her as she pulled his shirt away, both of them gasping for air as she ground herself against his hips and wrapped her fingers in his hair. The spikes had fallen completely now, and his curls stuck to his forehead he watched her move against him. Pausing for a breath as she continued to grind on him, he stuttered, “we should get off the floor.” His head arched back as she nodded, hips grinding into him harder and slower, making no move to get off him. “Y/N, up.” He growled, thrusting his hips up as he spoke. She slowed, standing carefully, whining at the lack of him between her legs.

They barely made it into the hall when he pushed her up against the wall, slamming his mouth to her's and kissing her deeply. His hands pinned hers against the wall and he panted, refusing to break the kiss as she wiggled, trying to break her hands free to touch him.

“Be a good girl and let me look at you,” he whispered, planting kisses on her jaw. She complied, and he let go, watching intently as she unbuttoned her pants and peeled them away. Her legs were red, indents left from his belt buckle on her torso, and she wobbled as she pulled off her spiky boots. He could see how damp she was already, the folds of her pink underwear soaked. He leaned in, stabilizing her as he took in the sight of her from head to toe, slowly unbuttoning the cheetah print vest she wore as she reached for his pants this time, pawing at his hard member. “Fuck,” she groaned, hands stroking him as she met his gaze. “I have thought about this so many times.”

He chuckled, kissing her again as he pulled the vest away and cupped her breast with his hands, running his fingers over her nipples. “How many times.” He whispered.

“E-Every night,” she mewled.

He pulled back, eyebrows raised. “Every night?”

She giggled, “every. Single. Night.” He was so hard now, his dick was losing circulation in the confines of his jeans. He clawed at his belt buckle, unclasping it.

“No bra and those pretty little panties,” he groaned, “you’re killing me.”

He pulled his jeans down, not bothering to move them off his feet as he grabbed her and spun her around so her back was facing him.

Leaning down he traced the outline of her underwear with his thumb, “is that why you did this?” He asked, grabbing her ass cheek and making her lean back into him with another moan.

“Mhhmmm.” she panted again, arching her back as he slid his hands around her, dipping them under the little bow in the front, teasing her.

“do you know what that does to me?” he whispers, fingers inching towards her folds. She cried out at he finally swiped across her slit. She was shaking, hands up and behind her, looped around his neck, ass grinding into him and chest stinging against the cold air.

“You should’ve told me sooner,” he mumbles, drawing circles around her clit and kissing her neck, “all those nights alone, pretty girl. I would’ve kept you warm.”

Her legs were trembling as she replied, “what about you, Gareth? Did you think of me?”

He let out a low groan, pushing into her with one finger. “Every goddamn night.”

She was crying out now, pushing against his fingers and he savored it. “You know that picture of you from last summer?” He muttered, “the one where you’re laying in the sun in your swimsuit?”

She nodded, unable to form words.

“I keep it on the ceiling above my bed.” He groaned, humping her softly as he felt her orgasm coming. “So I can look at you when I jerk off. Those pretty lips, and those tits.” He moaned again, and she could feel his dick throbbing against her.

She crumbled, moaning loudly as she came on his fingers, still grasping at him.

“Such a good girl,” he growled, “so pretty.” He didn’t stop grinding into her as he pulled his fingers away, and reached for the waistband on his boxers.

“Let me do it.” She panted, turning to face him and grabbing the elastic. Her mouth watered as she pulled them down, freeing his thick cock.

“I wanna feel you.” He whined, grabbing for her. “Please, Y/N.”

She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the ground, gasping as he climbed on top of her, pulling her panties off and settling between her legs.

“This okay?” he whispered, lining himself up with her entrance. She rutted her hips up into him, pushing him in some of the way and he moaned, quickly pushing his cock deeper.

“Oh my god.” He panted, thrusting in until he bottomed out and slowly pulling out before he slammed in again. “You’re so wet, Jesus Christ.”

She was grinding into him, his balls slapping against her ass as he thrusted steadily. They both moaned loudly, he was sure the neighbors could hear it outside and he didn’t care. He just kept pounding into her, loving the way her walls squeezed against him, the way she was moaning his name.

“Come for me, baby.” He growled, quickening his pace. That was all she needed as she felt her orgasm explode around her, losing vision for a second at the intensity of his thrusts still pounding into her.

“I’m gonna -“ he whined, thrusts getting sloppy.

“Come inside me.” She moaned, locking her legs around his waist. “I- I’m on the pill, please, I wanna feel it. Please!” She was begging, moaning as he felt the knot building in his stomach.

With one last thrust, he came hard, painting her insides white, cock twitching.

“Oh my god.” She whimpered, walls clenching around him, mascara running even more. “Holy shit.”

He laughed, carefully pulling out once her shaking subsided.

“Hang on, let me get you something.” He pulled himself up, ripping off the rest of his pants as he grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom and ran it under warm water.

“Here you go, pretty girl.” He said gently as he wiped her off carefully, trailing kisses on her torso and thighs.

She sat up suddenly, surprising him. “Gareth,” she said shakily, eyes watering, “can we get pizza?”

He fell back laughing, “you scared me, Jesus Christ.”

She crawled over and snuggled into him, “sorry.” She giggled.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he whispered, “You be the Sid to my Nancy and you can have all the pizza your little heart desires.”

She smiled, “can we be gomez and morticia instead?”

His heart melted a little. “We can be anything you want, babygirl.”

#gareth emerson #gareth x reader #gareth the great #gwydion lashlee walton #stranger things

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ophiocordyceps · 1 year

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here to be nosy bc i need more information on your fallen gabriel PLEASE let me know about him!!!!

NOW'S MY FUCKING CHANCE !!!! he has a lot of similarities to yours in some aspects since we explore some of the same themes and motifs but yknow how it is lol. sorry if this is like completely incoherent i have so many thoughts about fallen gabe and nothing short of beaming my thoughts at you will properly get them all across so bear with me

as i've stated before my angels are weird arthropod-things but most don't show it because they're "normal" i.e haven't fallen/reverted back to their body's natural state. my fallen gabriel's design is a little bit of a nightmare for me in particular to draw atm so i Will have to direct you to mothcpu for that one once more however

most of heaven assumes that for an angel to be stripped of god's light is to effectively sentenced to death, though gabriel himself learns that to be untrue; he thought he was dying, not turning into something that, at least to him, is very much not angelic. as a fallen angel he has free will, but far less perceived control over his situation. thousands of years of sticking to the status quo makes one adverse to radical change, and though he could overcome that enough to realize that nothing in his life added up, it doesn't prepare him for his halo cracking and forming horns and his wings shattering, or growing new fucked up limbs, or his helmet breaking open and the spike splitting into mandibles, etc etc etc.

the outcome is different depending on what you want to do next. the canon compliant answer is that v1 finally catches up to him in treachery, which does not have a very optimistic outcome unless you're bringing at least mildly fluffy gabv1el to the table. though the scenario that's been rotting my brain for literal months at this point is teaming him up with a version of v2 that survived greed and rebuilt itself from scraps; they help each other work their way back up through the layers to attempt to go after v1 together, and part of that means working through whatever the universe decides to throw at them, whether that be a resurgence of a prolonged metamorphosis-induced panic or the trauma that comes with surviving something within an inch of your life and restructuring your entire view of yourself in the world. admittedly v2 is the one who's far better at defusing these situations compared to gabriel just because it has more worldly experience, but he has his moments, too. at this point the thought of having to continue on alone makes them both feel like death warmed over, anyways. thanks for coming to my tedtalk

#if anyone wants me to just outright describe my fallen gabriel design in words i will that might be easier for me but i can never fit it #into these answers #ask #ultrakill #muzzleroars #in that rp i mentioned they had a moment in fraud that had the vibe of two soldiers bleeding out in the trenches it was good #one day ill be able to make this story we've had going available to more people in some form. its happening slowly in the form of an ask bl #bugposting #bugriel

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So here are my thoughts on my first time seeing a live BMC production!

Making this non-rebloggable, I am not a real theater critic and I do not want to draw any attention to this actual cast on an anonymous blog to strangers on the internet

For starters, casting!

I respect the variety going on here and the degree of diverging from famous character appearance-tropes. Tiny Latino Jeremy who's as fit as a gymnast and can (and does) do acrobatic spin kicks sometimes? Love it. Plus-size butch-esque Brooke? 10/10. Genderfuckery long-haired Michael who gesticulates with a huge fan through most conversations? Hell yeah. Pink-haired Nirvana-grunge-style trans guy Jake? Now we're talking. Christine a head taller than Jeremy? Awesome.

I will not get too into describing actual real people on here much more than that but in general it was wonderful to see a wide range of character-actor types inhabiting these roles. As someone involved in The Fandom, even though I have frequently expounded upon the mutability of character traits per the text, you do still absorb a general idea of what the characters "look" like; so it was a fun twist to have literally none of the performers fall into those tropes.

I will also say - and this is not a read - that I am no longer going to assume I'm too old to play any of these characters, because I guess that's the magic of community theater lol

On to Thoughts, which I will loosely group by characters:

Rich was fucking awesome. Like I was impressed by the singing skill across the board, but this guy fucking killed it at every turn. I looked at my friend I went with after The Squip Song and we both were like OH OK. Rich also wore mostly KISS T-shirts? Like the shitty glam rock band? But yknow, work. Excellent voice (if casting were a little more 'stereotypical,' he probably would be an excellent Michael). Emotionally, he was on the more explosive side while SQUIPped, melting toward just charmingly cute once in 'real Rich Goranski' mode.

The aforementioned Jake was an interesting take on the character. Definitely leaned more into the kind of douchey side of things, but did at least at one point seem genuinely into Christine (although the actor was very much leaning into the interpretation 'yeah he has multiple interests and he honestly likes them all in the moment but gets bored quickly, and that includes girlfriends'). Is that kind of shitty? Yes. Is that a realistic take on what a rich popular 17 year old might be like? Also yes. Nirvana-fan Jake was not a concept I thought of before but I was down for it (though I discovered later on the cast instagram page that the guy playing Jake said that his version of Jake thinks Nirvana is a clothing brand which, like, galaxy-brain take lol).

THE SQUIP!!!!! Actually cycled through Keanu Reeves costumes, which I loved. Started out in Bill & Ted, then Matrix, then POINT BREAK of all things, before landing on a pretty-impressive-for-the-budget version of the light-up circuitry priest robe thing from the Broadway style. He had the hair and beard pretty close to present-day Keanu too, which made him both line up with the resemblance and seem significantly older than the other characters; voice-wise, this guy was clearly a skilled baritone, which meant his delivery on some of the more rock-style songs was a bit unusual, but not bad. This SQUIP was suave at the right parts but did NOT shy away from being scary: the 'take me inside you' part with Brooke during Upgrade was staged very menacingly with regards to how he was physically moving around/behind Jeremy. The Play was delightfully sinister, leaning HARD into the SQUIP as literally puppeteering everyone: saying their lines and moving his hands like marionnettes throughout, keeping things very creepy and villainous.

On the topic of the play, the fight choreography kicked ass. Mr. Reyes's ALL THE WAY TO BROADWAY rant was delivered while he yanked Jeremy off the ground by his shirtfront and then threw him furiously across the stage, genuinely concerning and upsetting to watch (especially as the SQUIP was miming the same actions and lines behind him, obviously in control of Reyes's body) (I literally said 'oh fuck' out loud when it happened and got a Look from the presumably-grandma in the row ahead lol). The fight choreography during Two Player Game Reprise was also solid: the guy playing Jeremy was FIT and did a lot of impressive acrobatic kicks and such, and the person playing Michael being a lot taller and larger worked well with letting him like bounce off, lift him up for spin kicks, etc.

And in general, I respected how much this production was willing to let certain moments be dark. The Play in general was pretty horror-movie-climax; I also respected that the costuming did indeed look like so-so high school mockups of a modern zombie movie. But the whole number was eerie, SQUIPPED character movements and voices became unnervingly smooth and robotic, and positioning the SQUIP as the puppetmaster in the middle, literally moving the characters around, just sold the whole thing wonderfully. Very appropriately leaning into the horror part of horror-comedy.

Similarly, Do You Wanna Hang? was scary. AS IT SHOULD BE. My friend who came with me compared it favorably to the car scene in the movie 8th Grade, where you're just On Edge the whole time you're watching. The actress playing Chloe did a good job with it, that's an uncomfortable thing to portray but she went for it and it paid off in the moment.

Chloe and Brooke had a fun dynamic: the styles of the costuming/performers did add some interesting dimensions. Chloe was, as usual, pink and perfect and feminine, head-cheerleader vibes; Brooke was short haired and dressed a lot more masculine. Brooke had a very earnest sense of vulnerability to her, and excellent comedic timing during Do You Wanna Ride and The Smartphone Hour, as well as just the minor background-acting moments. They leaned pretty hard into the 'Chloe will take things just because Brooke wanted them, because she likes that Brooke is always a little jealous of her, and thinks that that's friendship' and, like the portrayal of Jake: is that a shitty thing to do? Yes. Is that a realistic thing teenagers might do, especially poisoned by toxic ideas about femininity and power? Also yes.

Which is a good spot to add, the ensemble was small (4) but they were serving it. The band appeared to be octogenarian church volunteers (oh, yeah, this was at a church??? Wesleyan Methodists, so the cool liberal branch of American Christianity) so I will say that with what they had, they were making it work. It would have been served well by a second keyboardist and/or guitarist to do the trumpet parts (it was drums, bass, guitar, and piano). One of the ensemble members, a tall goth-femme person with hot pink hair, played the role of the theremin by doing the melodies in remarkable and ethereal bel canto. And honestly, work.

Jenna Rolan was fun: could belt for the gods, had some pretty-intense Crazy Eyes thing going on that really sold the comedic moments and made her appropriately frightening as the Final Boss in the squipped battle at the end, styled like an early 2000s-lesbian-coded-soft-goth best friend archetype. No notes, 11/10.

The actor playing Mr. Heere/Reyes/Stockboy did a fantastic job of making those three seem separate, and as I mentioned above, really made Mr. Reyes come to life in a dynamic way. Sidenote, this production changed all references to Hobby Lobby to Michaels, which I found both funny and appropriate. Fuck Hobby Lobby, we all hate Hobby Lobby.

Back to characterizations, Christine was sweet and straightforward. Not as quirky or dynamic as Stephanie or a lot of other actresses make her, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. Very gentle and smooth voice, she just really likes theater and wants someone to like the real her. They went with ballet-style choreography to introduce her during More Than Survive, which is always a wonderful touch for the way the music swells. There were points where I think a little more creative movement or a wider emotional range might have worked well, but the take on the character was consistent.

I am going to keep that positive thread through the next sections: while I might not have agreed with the interpretation through the text, I do respect going in a starkly different direction to how most productions and fans usually take such things.

I have enormous respect for the performer playing Michael for radically making it their own. The cast bios had pronouns, and Michael's performer was they/she/he, which as a fellow they/she/he who would love to play Michael someday was rad to see. They kept the CREEPS shirt and a hoodie with a lot of patches (albeit a black one with red accents), but that was about it. Michael had light-up cat ear headphones and a huge black fan which he used throughout, alternated between baggy sweatpants or just a floor-length hippy skirt, usually high-heel ankle boots, and some kind of green bathrobe thing for The Pants Song? Characterization, again, respect for making such an iconic character so heavily different. This Michael was not....very emotional. He was usually snippy and sarcastic in a very erudite and matter-of-fact way, at pretty much all points in the show. Not a lot of emotional range going on: this is a Michael who is in some combination of 'doesn't give a shit' and 'not going to let this bother me,' which came off....interesting. The chemistry this created with Jeremy was a starkly different one than we usually see. The original productions - and most since, and the majority of fandom depictions - imagines a Michael and Jeremy who, at their core, love each other a lot. However that manifests of course varies, but you Usually get the impression that (even with a little bit of codependence), these two genuinely love each other and spending time together, which makes moments in the show either heartwarming or devastating to see happen between them.

Not these versions of the characters.

Which didn't make it bad, but it did shake things up. This Michael and Jeremy didn't give deep-love-friendship so much as they gave 'we sat next to each other in 1st grade and don't have other friends. so. I guess we're best friends, huh.'

Which is an INTERESTING and somewhat bleaker, but not unrealistic, take on them. That, sadly, summarizes a lot of friendships, especially at that age and with the sort of vacuum of suburbia on your social sphere (nevermind how a lot of society discourages boys from emotional connection with their friends; if anything, the fact that this Michael was definitely queer might suggest that Jeremy even pulled back emotionally because he didn't want to seem gay or give this Michael the wrong idea). It definitely sells Jeremy feeling lonely, even with his best friend hanging around. Two-Player Game came across a LOT better than I was prepared for - I have waxed about how it's a hard number to pull off - not in spite of, but almost because of this. Like, sure, they've played through this game a million times before, they know every beat, they love it like they love each other, right? even though they seem.....kind of bored. Or at least like they're waiting for something else to happen. College? Girlfriend? Different friends? Just wait two years. Whatever.

To get critical, I will say that this dynamic did not really help Michael in the Bathroom. The fight beforehand and the song itself did.....not really lend themselves to a not-very-emotional friendship between them. The singing was perfect, so not faulting that: it's THE big song of the show, so that's a lot of pressure and the performer had a splendid voice, but the snarky-not-caring-that-much attitude didn't quite do it for me - Michael didn't seem sad or upset so much as pissed off, but still fully keeping it together (despite the lyrics saying otherwise). Tonally, the 'wish I'd offed myself instead' just sounded sarcastic ("wow, SORRY I CARED AT ALL, could've just killed myself for all you seem to care" kind of vibes) THAT SAID, it was consistent with the rest of the characterization, so I admire it as a very specific acting choice. There were also characters on stage - presumably outside the bathroom door, listening in - that turned a good portion of MITB into a comedic number; as I have said before, not my personal take on how that should go, but the audience was laughing along with it! So that's the wonderful mutability of theater.

Strangely enough, this actually made Michael and Jeremy's relationship at the end of the story work out just fine? The SQUIP experience kind of sparked a "wow we really do care about each other, huh" realization from both of them. Again, mad respect for taking such a different approach to such a well-worn character relationship.

So, overall, I am very happy I got to see this. Love to support live theater, love to be surprised by a story that I thought I knew pretty well inside and out, came away with plenty to think and talk about. If you can, go support your local community theater!

#be more chill #soliloquy #michael mell #jeremy heere #christine canigula #jake dillinger #rich goranski #chloe valentine #brooke lohst #jenna rolan #the squip

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