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lovewithmary · 5 months

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(not) moving on — a max verstappen x stark!oc x charles leclerc series

★ fc: madison beer ☆ summary: evangeline "evie" stark is in love with her best friend, max verstappen, but he tries his best to keep her at arm's length. but what happens when she starts to get close to his fellow drivers in the paddock? ★ notes: since the chapters will be more like one shots, requests about stuff you want to see with evie, charles, and max are now open!

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eviestark: max and i lost charles at the pet store trying to buy jimmy and sassy stuff... then we found charles sat on the floor, playing with mimi

needless to say, welcome to the stark-verstappen-leclerc household mimi! 🫶

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user1: OKAY BUT HOW DID SASSY AND JIMMY REACT TO MIMI? ↳ eviestark: it was surprisingly chill 😭 however max was worried that they were gonna react badly to mimi and vice versa ↳ maxverstappen1: I wasn't worried, I just didn't want the pets to get hurt if they fought ↳ eviestark: says the one who refused to let go of jimmy and sassy from your arms so charles and I had to convince you 😭😭

user2: stark-verstappen-leclerc household? sounds like a mouthful 🫡 ↳ eviestark: it is 😉 ↳ charles_leclerc: EVIE! ↳ maxverstappen1: ANG! ↳ eviestark: what? you try to say our last names in a row and see how successful you are the first time 🙄 ↳ user3: it's like evie has no pr training ↳ eviestark: oh, I have, I just choose to ignore it

user4: jimmy, sassy, and mimi are probably the most spoiled pets in the world rn ↳ eviestark: tonystark and pepperstark have their very own pet store in the tower... at this point, I'm inclined to agree ↳ tonystark: well i have no choice considering you think of us as your pet babysitters and you keep on making us babysit ↳ user5: tony stark being a pet grandfather was something I didn't know I needed until now ↳ tonystark: me being a grandfather to a bunch of pets wasn't something I dreamed of doing, trust me ↳ eviestark: you love my children, don't act :( ↳ tonystark: you once texted me "you're a grandpapa!" and i nearly had a heart attack until i realized you were talking about JIMMY, SASSY, AND MIMI

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"That vet doesn't know what he's saying! How could he even say that?!" Max angrily said, holding Mimi like one would hold a baby, with Mimi's head resting on Max's shoulder.

Meanwhile, Evie and Charles were holding Jimmy and Sassy, amused at how Max was reacting to what the veterinarian had said. "Max, it's not really a big deal—" Charles tried saying, but Max cut him off.

"Not a big deal?! He called Mimi—" Max cut himself off so he could adjust Mimi to cover her ears (as if she could understand what he was saying) and whisper, "overweight,"

"He just suggested to make her portions of food smaller and to take more walks," Evie tried saying to calm Ma down but to no avail.

"Smaller portions?! Does he want her to starve? Also, Mimi is very active, she goes on runs with us every time and she loves it!" Max argued.

"Maxie, I'm not arguing with you, I'm just saying that he only suggested it, and we don't have to follow it," Evie told him, and thankfully, it helped in calming his anger, no matter how amusing found how angry he got for Mimi.

As the three started walking to the car, Charles and Evie could just hear Max cooing to Mimi. "We're not going to listen to him, you are beautiful just the way you are," he quietly reassured the dog, who was not aware of what just happened.

Evie turned to Charles and said, "Remember when Max said he didn't know if he could love Mimi as much as he loves Jimmy and Sassy when you first got him?"

Charles nodded and said, "Now I'm starting to think that he might love Mimi more than he loves us,"

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ohmygraves · 2 months

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Hello, this is my first time jump into someone's ask box. May i have a request Gaz or any TF141 men you think would fit with reader who has big bruises on their body (they got it from mission or simply after training) but reader choose to hide it and tend the bruises by them selves. The man found this out by accident when they're changing clothes or whatever scenario you would put up. It's a bit angst but with a lot of comfort afterwards. You may ignore this if you feel uncomfortable with this trope..

Sincerely

Anon from Indonesia UTC+8

hello anon, thank you so much for requesting! i feel like they all would be concerned if the reader got hurt but refused to go get it checked with the medics (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠) so i will try to write some bits for all of them 💖 i hope you like it, sorry it took so long!

you got hurt on the last mission you went to with gaz.

you, captain price, and the sergeant were on the comms line together. you're in charge of backing up kyle when he infiltrates the building, and was talking with laswell and price. some dumb jokes, catching up with the station chief, stuff like that. the mission had been slow, and you're getting bored staying out there alone glued to the scope.

looking back, you probably shouldn't have joined in on the banter. you completely missed an enemy ambushing you from behind, and had lost communications for a few minutes as you got slammed against a huge boulder, tossed around by the man who attacked you. it was a miracle you got back in one piece, only bruised and some small cuts after the scuffle. you were lucky, so lucky that you're not sure if this were to happen again, you'd probably not going to be able to return at all.

you noticed how kyle, price and laswell was worried during your disappearance from the comms line, especially since kyle kept calling for you a few times and you wouldn't answer. after you shot the man down, you brushed off your clothes and returned to your post, apologizing to everyone and explaining what had happened. you assured everything is fine, and that you're okay and can still keep going. you didn't bleed out or anything.

oh, how wrong you were.

as you sat on the exfil vehicle together with price and gaz, you're starting to feel sore. the adrenaline coursing through your veins must've dulled the pain earlier, and now that it's gone down, you're feeling the pain.

honestly, pain might be an understatement, because you feel like you just got hit by a car.

god, your body hurts. every inch of your body feels like it's screaming for mercy. you're sure that bruises are forming somewhere under your clothes, but you honestly can't be bothered to even go to the medic for this. not when kyle is bleeding beside you and price is stressed because the target escaped.

it's fine, you can deal with it later. frozen peas and some painkillers will do the job.

you didn't realize that someone did notice how you're nearly limping around to go catch up with price for a debriefing...

john price

he'd noticed that you were hurt after you returned his calls on the comms, just after you finished shooting the guy who messed you up on the field. although, he was too occupied to even press you more about it, deciding to trust you that everything is fine on your end. thankfully, you did returned to the helo in one piece, which eases his mind.

still, he couldn't help but notice how off you're walking to his office, wincing slightly as you take each step. something must've happened back then when you were cut off from comms, and he needs to know. he quickly finished debriefing and dismissed everyone else, but told you to stay behind.

you feel your bones creak every time you move, even if that doesn't seem physically possible.

"are you sure you're okay?" price asked you, crossing his arms over his chest as he examined you top to bottom, "you're limping quite awfully, doll."

"'m fine, captain... gonna go check on kyle..." you replied curtly, not wanting him to make a big deal out of it. it's just a couple of bruises, nothing bad surely.

"get it checked with the medics. and i'll know if you don't." he sighed, "i know you think you can fix it yourself, but you should get it checked either way. you may be able to fix some scrapes, but you'll need to see if you broke any ribs or not."

"but—"

"it's an order, soldier," price snapped, "no ifs or buts."

you didn't say anything, simply nodding and turned back to leave his office. you might actually do it, given how sore your body feels right now. you didn't hear that price approached you, holding your hand over the doorknob. his eyes looked closer to examine you, his free hand moving to caress your cheek, his thumb wiping off the dirt on your face.

"take care of yourself, love. please."

"i'll try, captain..."

"good. that's all i asked."

simon "ghost" riley

you decided that you want to take a shower before going to see kyle at the infirmary.

he was bleeding a lot, it might take a while to see him anyway. and you were rolling around on mud that whole mission, you feel like you were covered in dirt from head to toe. gross.

the communal shower is just a few meters away anyway.

you took a small detour to your room to grab a change of clothes, thankful that you prepared it in advance. grabbing a cargo pants and a pair of clean t-shirt, you walked into the communal shower at the base, taking off your dirty clothes and setting it aside. it'll be cleaner if you wash them yourself.

changing was hard, your arms feel like it's so sore that it's about to fall off, and not to mention you can't even move freely. maybe price was right, you broke a rib because your chest is hurting slightly when you try to pull your dirty t-shirt over your head.

"what the hell happened t'ya?"

a rough voice called out to you as you heard someone stepped closer. you glanced to see who it was as you struggled to take off your clothes, seeing the familiar mask over the face and a bare, scarred chest. oh, it's just ghost.

"ya looked like a bruised apple."

you laughed, knowing how much your body hurts right now, you kind of feel like one too.

"got thrown around during the mission with gaz and the captain," you replied, trying to wrestle your t-shirt out over your head still as you wince slightly, "just... god, no big deal, really... gaz got shot..."

ghost hummed, nodding slightly as he sees you struggling to undress. "need help?" he asked, eyeing your bruises under the t-shirt peeking out while you try to peel off the fabric off of your body.

"please do, i'm losing my mind..."

"guess someone needs t'see medic after this..."

you rolled your eyes as ghost yanked the shirt off of your body in one swoop, making you groan and hiss at the sharp pain you felt. clearly he wasn't gentle enough.

"sorry," ghost apologized. you didn't really mind, brushing it off as you kicked off your boots and pants down, throwing it somewhere in the room.

"i'll live... thanks, ghost."

he nodded, giving your head a small pat as he turned around to his own locker, his fingers messing your hair up. "don't act tough, go see the medic after this."

you didn't want to tell him that you liked that he patted you on the head, so you grumbled up a response, pouting. "yeah, yeah... you're such a worrywart."

"i mean it. those bruises are messed up."

"i know, i know... geez."

ghost shook his head as he patted your head again, a little more roughly this time, messing your hair as he got dressed and left the communal shower.

john "soap" mactavish

the moment the water hits you, you couldn't help but groan out in pain. you weren't expecting hot water or anything, but at least not something that would literally freeze your arse up. you weren't sure if cold water is better since you're far too distracted from the pain by how cold your fingertips are.

you wondered if there's any way you could get some hot water, most of the time it's always broken.

your fingers started messing with the dial, fumbling as you tried to dodge the cold water hitting those sore spots on your body.

"jesus wit happened to ye, bonnie?"

you turned around seeing soap in his naked glory, somehow. having seen everyone naked at this point, you didn't care enough to mention it. it's the shower anyway.

"got smacked across the face by the enemy earlier on mission."

"yer like a bruised pear."

you shrugged it off, "lt said apple earlier, but same difference i suppose."

he chuckled, looking at what you were doing. he didn't say anything, simply moving to adjust the water for you. after fiddling for a while, he managed to find a good enough temperature that you could enjoy.

"need help, bonnie?"

"'m good, soap. you should go see gaz."

he didn't fight you, simply giving you some head pats, chuckling when he sees your pouting face. sometimes you feel like he's treating you like a kid or like a younger sibling... well, until he gave your butt a squeeze anyway.

"ow! soap!" you yelped in pain, knowing that a bruise has formed there too. soap laughed, giving it a small pat as he teased you again.

"careful, bonnie. can't get our star all bruised now~"

you rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue at him as he walked out of the communal shower.

kyle "gaz" garrick

after taking about an hour on your "quick shower", you get changed and decide to go see gaz in medbay. knowing that he got shot made you feel awful, so you just want to see if he's okay. you're sure he's fine, but he's going to keep bitching about it for weeks.

you made your way to the medbay, seeing if you could visit kyle. he was on the bed, pouting, so you decided to walk in and sit by his bedside.

"hey, you okay?" you asked him, seeing how he's wrapped in bandages.

"have a few extra holes on me, but i'd say i'm feeling better... you?" gaz let out a sigh as he looked at you, noticing the way you sit uncomfortably on the chair because of your bruises.

"i'll live."

"they got you too, huh?" gaz sighed, looking disappointed at you, "i'll call the medics."

you didn't want to bother him, so you tried to stop him.

"what? you're hurt. just because it's bruises doesn't mean that you can just brush it off." gaz shakes his head, taking your hand in his. "i don't like seeing you get hurt."

that made you blush, your heart thumping as kyle called for the medics to check on you too. you could feel his hand on yours, thumbs caressing the back of your hand as medics approached you.

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painting-warhammer · 16 days

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C’Tan Shard of the Deceiver in the style of Sonichu (CWC)

I lied. This is my favorite figure. Commentary under cut.

#1: Rule Number One Is That You Gotta Have Fun

The other two figures I painted had ups and downs--days genuinely ruined and many frustrated moments where I just hated everything about this hobby and everything I was making. I'm sure this is no strange feeling to any artist, but since I kinda gave up on art over a decade ago only to pick this up after that decade, it really felt like that heartbreaking moment of making something that you know was bad and not improving fast enough.

I never had that for one second while painting Sonichu. I honestly giggled to myself a lot when I worked on him. When something fucked up (note how I didn't make as good of a glowing effect on the eyes) I just took that as "Well, that's just me being accurate to the original art." When something went well, I learned something that I would be able to apply in the future. If you look closely at the quills and the chest, you'll see that this was the first time I tried edge highlighting to get more of a good lighting effect. On top of that, I just used Baharroth Blue without a base paint, but rather as a base paint that I later darkened with a Tyran Blue shade wash for the creases in the sash. I did the same for the skin near on his abs and arms. (I should have made them blue. Damn.)

I also didn't get so bogged down in being accurate to the inspiration, or became better at knowing what to pick and choose. For example: Sonichu doesn't have a sash, of course. Instead, I decided to go with the color of the banner in Issue #0.

There was a point I briefly considered learning how to actually make a decal, then taking the title to be plastered on the front of the model, but I decided against it. I even considered some yellow streaks to give him a bit of a glow, but if you look at the base you'll see some of the experimental wetblending I tried (and would hypothetically cover later) and it just didn't look good.

Also the feet. Sonichu does have a distinct color for his shoes, but I just shrugged and figured it was more correct to just keep it in line with his hands on the model. I made the hands in the hideous style of the Bad Trailer Sonic, and figured the feet would probably follow the same principle. Besides, the sash had enough blue as it is.

#2: Rule Number Two - Just Don't Get Attached, Too

I said I had fun at all stages painting Sonic'hu, and I meant that. The painting part, that is. Gluing was a disaster.

If you're new to the hobby, understand this: Older models, things from the 90's or earlier, are produced using a plastic resin. It's very light gray (left) while the newer stuff has a dark gray tint and is made with a different kind of plastic.

Now Citadel sells ONE (1) glue, pictured to the left. It's a very good glue for the DARK GRAY plastic. It looks like this. Some people use the one on the right, but the listing on Amazon is apparently sketchy as hell and comes empty because they can scam you out of your money since you can't return or refund liquids. So I never fw it; if I encounter it in a hardware store or hobby shop, I'll pick it up and give it a shot.

This is all to ultimately say that in spite of Citadel selling only ONE KIND OF GLUE, that ONE GLUE cannot hold light gray resin figures together AT ALL.

I don't have pictures, but God was it frustrating. Sonic'hu would CONSTANTLY fall apart while drying. I would be holding his arm in place; the head would fall off. His spines would fall off. He'd flop over on his base. Even after priming him, his arm fell off again, and you can see his face is a mess of when my fingers were just covered and glue and I was just holding him in place frustratedly. I tried like three different glues (not including Tamiya, but Krazy Glue was one) and I don't remember which one worked.

However, whether Tamiya works or not, I actually did have to go back to resin on a different figure recently. I went through my old man's drawer and found this.

It's unreal how good this is. Put this on resin, and the plastic itself comes apart easier than the glue does. It also works okay on the dark gray figures, but I've had the odd part come undone and I went back to the Citadel Glue.

Fair warning though--I'm praising this version of Loctite specifically. There are a few varieties, and I can't say much as far as their quality, but I read online that the ones with an extra long cap tend to dry out and be unopenable later. This Gel Control version doesn't give me any problems like that, though.

#3: Rule Number Three - Wear Your Heart On Your Cheek

My only regret is not going harder with this.

There were some gemstones at the bottom of this model and I literally don't remember what happened to them. I was going to paint them like Chaos Emeralds, originally. Then I saw a paint job of the model that had stones encircling the C'tan Shard like he was making them rise up Dragonball style, and the thought came to mind to get little Chaos Emerald replicas to look as though they were orbiting him. (Unfortunately, Etsy pretty much only had them in a set size, and though Sonic'hu was the largest figure I'd worked on, he was too small to have those orbiting around him.)

I also wanted to learn how to model with Green Stuff using this model; there was a point where I considered making the actual sneakers, but more importantly the Pikachu ears and the one additional spine to bring it up to six total. I didn't not want to do that when I bought it, actually, but after the glue had settled after so much effort I was utterly sick of the prep phase and just went straight to painting.

There's also a little Necron that is at the base of the C'Tan that I also haven't painted, but the reason for that is that I am considering how to do the CWC's "The Classic" shirt on his rib cage. I keep waiting for the inspiration to strike.

So that's Sonic'hu. Honestly, having a shitpost figure was something that helped me be a little less afraid of failure and take chances, make mistakes, and get messy. I would resume tryharding by the next figure, and ultimately paint, in my opinion, my best figure yet.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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Greetings, Villainous Kitty

I've come with an absurd writing request.

How about a hero (who used to be very idealistic) who violently murders the people who supposedly killed their lover, the villain (you said you didn't get enough characters going feral and murdering ppl n stuff so here we are)

Except the catch is, the hero discovers the villain is alive. You choose how they react.

No pressure at all and definitely no rush. I hope this wasn't too unoriginal, and it's completely fine if you don't want to write it. . .

Also you're very very talented and your writing slayssss 💙💙

In all honesty, the hero didn’t know they were this good with swords.

Usually, they didn’t use equipment for close combat and especially not those which were made to cut and tear. Protection was supposed to be their top priority. A commandment they obeyed like none other. After all, training had designed them this way: to protect.

“If you do this,” the superhero said, “you’ll never forgive yourself.”

Their heavy breathing broke their voice in many places. As well as the blood in their throat and the pain brewing in their shattered leg. But the hero had little sympathy, had little compassion to spare. Within hours, their entire world had been destroyed. Now they knew that they could destroy entire worlds within merely seconds.

“That’s what you want? Play god? Kill whatever you want?” The hero hadn’t realised, had never really recognised it but tears were running down their face, together with all their emotions.

“Jealous?” the hero asked. They weren’t ashamed of the tears, weren’t ashamed of the suffering and the sins they were committing. They had nothing to lose and they only killed those who deserved it. They felt like this was the first time in years in which they brought justice to the city.

“I remember when you were a child,” the superhero said. They smiled softly as they held a nasty wound on their side. “So scared but so bright. You always asked if you could give the rest of your food to the guard dogs.”

Yes, they supposed that had happened.

“I never had a kid. To have you was enough.” Ashamed, the hero realised that they’d let their guard down. So, they pressed their blade into one of the superhero’s wounds and watched as their superior twisted in pain, screaming when the hero turned the sword a bit.

“And look at us now,” the hero said. “Look at what you did.”

And the superhero did. They looked at the building the hero had wrecked, the wires hanging from the ceiling and the destroyed furniture. At the dead guards and the glass. A calamity.

“You killed them. You killed the villain,” the hero said as they pulled the sword out of the superhero’s body. “You slaughtered them like an animal.”

“It had to be done—” the superhero wheezed in response. They took in greedy gasps of air but it wasn’t enough. Blood was in their lungs and they would die soon.

“I loved them.”

“And I loved you. I loved you like my own child.” The superhero stretched out their arm, probably so they could touch them. But the hero just looked at them, two lines of tears drawing into the dirt on their cheeks. “I couldn’t let them destroy you.”

For a long time, the hero watched them. How they fought for air and how they tried so desperately to survive their injury. But then, they made up their mind.

“Forgive me, then,” the hero said.

“I always will,” echoed the answer and that was all the hero needed. With a horrible crunch were they able to put the blade through their mentor’s chest as tears dropped down onto their hands. There were little noises of protest but soon enough, they died when the blood came.

They sat there for minutes, watching the lifeless body of the superhero being completely motionless, unresponsive. And the hero cried, couldn’t do anything but cry into their own hands.

They were a failure. Doomed to shatter. They couldn’t believe how many people they had killed and how many of those were close to them. What had they become? What was wrong with them?

After half an hour, they could barely move. Their whole body was shaking and they were too tired to use their muscles. They just sat there, watching the cold body.

But, then.

“My love.” The hero turned around, thinking this was a cruel trick. “Do you want me to take you home?”

They weren’t quite sure if the hand on their shoulder was real. They didn’t know if they only imagined their lover.

#what I’ve written makes no sense sorry been thinking about link #link link link thinking about link #like link just killing to get to Zelda??#I know link is supposed to be stoic that’s why is quiet in botw because he has his duties and he has to be an example #but stoic link losing his composure completely?? like in the totk trailer he drops the mastersword to get to Zelda like my dude #MY DUDE WHY ARE YOU SO AMAZING #how is his only happy expression in botw when he cooks LIKE LMFAO WHAT #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #request #an answer for an ask #whump

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claudemblems · 1 year

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Patching Your Wounds | Kaveh

"You're injured."

Kaveh's face fell as he gazed upon your hand, the skin littered with dozens of bloody cuts and scratches. How you got them, he didn’t know. All he did know was that the sight broke his heart.

"Kaveh, I'm–"

"Don't 'I'm fine' me," he said sternly, his voice coming out sharper than he meant it to. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath before trying again. "You're not going anywhere until this is taken care of. Sit here. I'll be back with medicine and bandages."

You didn’t have the heart to refuse him, not when he looked at you with such sorrow in his eyes, so you opted to make yourself comfortable while you waited.

Less than a minute later, Kaveh returned from the bathroom with all the necessary supplies in hand. He crouched down on the wooden floor beside you, motioning for you to give him your hand. You did, and he gently took it into his own, assessing the extent of your injuries. He frowned slightly, and a twinge of guilt pricked at your heart.

But Kaveh didn't speak a word, probably because he knew his concerns would come off as a harsh scolding instead. So he silently began his work, first disinfecting the cuts and scratches before treating them with antibiotics.

"Some pesky treasure hoarders decided it would be a good idea to try to jump me," you began, choosing your words carefully. It wouldn't be wise to mention any details that might make Kaveh even more anxious. "It would have worked on any average civilian, but I'm a seasoned adventurer. Their plan was doomed the moment they underestimated me."

"And what were you doing that led you to be in an area filled with Treasure Hoarders?"

"Uh…just some adventuring stuff. Look, Kaveh, I wasn't in any real danger, okay? I only left with some scratches."

"Scratches that armed strangers left on you!" Kaveh closed his eyes, biting back all the emotions threatening to burst. "I'm just…worried about you, okay? Whether your injuries are miniscule scrapes or cuts, they’re a visible reminder that I wasn't there to protect you. I let someone else hurt you. I let someone mar your skin with wounds that have to heal. I should have been there to whisk you away to safety, but I wasn't. And for that, I'm incredibly angry at myself, and I'm sorry to you that I wasn't there when you needed me."

The sadness pooling in Kaveh's eyes made yours sting with tears. With your free hand, you pulled his head against your chest, fingers gliding through his silky strands of hair. "Even if I had far worse injuries, I would never blame you, Kaveh, and you shouldn't blame yourself either. Unexpected circumstances are bound to happen, and we should be glad that I only left with a few scratches on my hand."

"...I know you're right, but in a perfect world, I'd never let anyone with ill intentions lay a finger on you."

"And the world we live in will never be perfect, so we should be prepared for whatever may lie ahead. We'll both end up with our own bumps and bruises, but they're a testament that we made it out alive. We can always patch each other up afterwards."

You felt him relax against you, his quick heartbeat finally beginning to slow. "I just don't ever want to see you hurt..." he whispered, wrapping an arm around your middle. "You are the best gift I've ever received, and if anything were to happen to you, my life would lose all its meaning. I could never continue on without you by my side, so please, look out for yourself, My Treasure."

Your heart skipped a beat at the pet name, one that Kaveh reserved only for the most intimate of occasions.

"I promise you, Kaveh, that I'll never leave before it's my time." You held him tighter, placing a kiss atop his hair. "I'll make sure you will never have anything precious torn from you ever again. And I'll do everything in my power to replace all the grief of your past with a future of never-ending happiness."

Kaveh pulled away to meet your eyes, one of his signature bright smiles gracing his lips. “My Love, you’ve already made me the happiest man in all of Teyvat just by being mine.”

Heat rushed to your face as you buried your head in the crook of his neck. “You sure know how to say such pleasing words.”

Kaveh chuckled, lips pressing against the crown of your head. “What can I say? You’ve made me quite the hopeless romantic, Darling.”

“All these pet names at once are going to make my heart burst.”

“Oh, that just won’t do. We still haven’t finished patching up your other wounds. How would I patch up your heart as well?”

You thought for a moment before giving Kaveh a cheeky smile. “Maybe a few kisses would suffice.”

“Oh? Well, that I can do. Let’s get you bandaged up right away so I can administer the rest of the medicine. Don’t worry, the healing properties of the kisses can be felt immediately. So the sooner I can kiss your symptoms away, the better!"

And you received many kisses that night, even long after your heart returned to normal.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #kaveh #kaveh x reader #:3

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sudsyv2 · 1 year

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"Home”

Such a simple word that confused Simon to no end.

He knew what house was, of course, everybody does, but home? No, even now the word is still relatively new to him. He doesn't think he's ever been able to experience the word home.

House was more of Simon's kinda word.

A place you live in.

All Simon needed really. (He wished for more)

Houses for Simon were temporary and only for short moments. Something that the man has been used to all his life.

But to be honest, he never bothered to understand the word 'home'

Though in his defense, he knew in his heart there wasn't much of a chance for him to experience it anyways. Simon wasn't some poor kid on a street, he was a trained killer. He made due with the fact that he'd probably only feel home in hell.

Made due with it till a man named Johnny came into his life. (Rather annoyingly if you asked Simon)

The damn bastard made a room for himself in both Simon's space and heart. He skillfully wiggled his way right next to Simon and has yet to let go.

It confused Simon to no end. Why is someone like Johnny wanting to spend time with him?Surely he's popular enough with the whole base to just go hang out with the others. But nope.

"Whyd I choose anyone else but you LT!" He'd say in such a faux offended tone that it made Simon let out a small chuckle. "I chose you" Johnny would say again, softer this time. More serious as well. Maybe to convey something? Simon would usually brush the comment off. Never brought attention to it. (He wanted to)

But that didn't mean he never thought about it, what Johnny said.

It was strange but...it felt nice. Simon's never been chosen as a first by someone else.

A moment Simon thinks back to fondly was when Johnny was patching up his small wounds. They were only scratches really, (‘these aren't scratches LT' Johnny said, rather unimpressed and slightly angry that Simon didn't care about his wounds.) but Johnny insisted that he patch Simon up. And with enough barking from Johnny and the slow drain of his adrenaline, Simon gave in. (‘...fine. Better do a good job.’ Simon huffed in annoyance. His tone was angry but he felt warm in the face. What was Johnny doing to him?) When Johnny began patching up his wounds, all Simon could do was stare. Stare at the knitted eyebrows on the others face, stare at the way his hands moved delicately yet precisely to clean a cut on Simon's arm. (‘You’re so strange..’ Simon muttered to himself. That same warm feeling pooling into him again. 'Wow thanks LT’ Johnny replied in a joking tone, and if he tightened his grip on Simon's arm then that's for him to know and for Simon to complain about.)

Simon would never admit it out loud but can a human be a home? It was so weird that he asked Price. (Papa price!)

"Would you say a person could be a home."

Price turned to look at Simon. They had just breaked for lunch and Simon had pulled Price aside to ask something. (Price never expected this though)

"A home?" Price repeated, maybe to ground the conversation in his head. "I'd say so." Price replied with a confident shake of his head.

“I see.” Simon said

A few moments of silence. ‘Can I go now…’ Price said in his head, looking around awkwardly for an escape.

"What is home to you sir?" Another strange question. Well strange coming from a guy like Simon. Whys he asking about stuff like ‘home’ all of a sudden?

"Uh..I'd say it's a place, or someone, that makes you feel secure. And warm. Something or someone you feel that you belong to." Price answered.

Simon began to get lost in his head. If that was anything to go by, did those rushes of warmth when hanging out with Johnny mean something?

"You got someone you've been thinking about, son?" Price asked, privacy be damned, he was gonna die out of curiosity.

Simon tensed up.

Did he?

"Do I?” Simon said breathlessly.

Simon thought back to the moments he had with Johnny.

He’d be lying if he were to say that he’s never felt secure with the other. He never felt judged when he ever talked about himself. He felt cared for in their soft moments with each other. Johnny was someone that Simon found peace with.

And he'd definitely be lying about denying that warm feeling. But that feeling was only with Johnny. The other was the only one who has ever given him that feeling. It kept him warmer than the promise of hell. It was nicer to feel too, it felt like being surrounded in a weighted blanket. (Or johnnys arms)

He felt like he belonged with Johnny. He felt himself gravitate towards the other as well. But maybe that was just Johnny's charm?

Johnny could be home. It wasn’t an unwelcome idea to Simon.

Simon was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard that familiar voice. "Hey guys!" It was Johnny. Simon whipped his head around, just fast enough to make him feel doozy for a split second. "W-woah! Jeez, LT you scared me" Johnny said, backing up a little as Simon was really close. "Mm? Oh-sorry." Simon replied, backing up as well to give the other some space.

Price stared at the two for a little. He saw the excited face of Johnny when he saw Simon. The man practically lit up when he was walked over. And he saw the soft look Simon had when he began talking to Johnny. He looked like an extremely whipped man.

("Would you say a person could be a home?")

("What is home to you sir?”)

Suddenly it clicked

‘Ooohhh. I get it now.” Price thought to himself. And with a smile he patted both Johnny and Simon's shoulder. And with a turn of his heel he began walking off.

"Uh where are you going sir?" Ghost asked

"To get a drink maybe." Price said, feeling very lonely all of a sudden.

#ghoap #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #soap cod #ghost cod #soap mw2 #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #john soap mctavish #john soap mactavish #ghost is whipped and he’s just now finding out #everyone else knew #my silly little guys I heart them #these bitches gay #good for them. good for them.#sudsyv2

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hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch · 2 years

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So I need you all to imagine for me. murderers Wanda and Scarlet Witch, but they'd never hurt kids so it kinda balances things out.

lets be honest, even if Wanda was a murderous evil witch from the beginning we'd all love her as we do now

This is very rough and probably the beginning of something but I've not decided yet.

Evil's new fangirl

There was a knock at the door that broke the witches out of the happy silence they'd built up throughout the evening "who's at the door?!" Wanda sat up from her desk eyeing the door suspiciously.

"Well gee Wanda I can't see through doors can I?" Scarlet reluctantly got up from the couch rubbing at her tired eyes and moving to the front door "if its someone trying to kill us I'm gonna be pissed" she opened the door and looked down to see a bright eyed woman staring back at her.

"Er hello?" she stepped back a little, you didn't look like you wanted to kill her, maybe a spy?.

"Wow! The actual Scarlet Witch! It's an honour to meet you! Is Wanda here too?" You were so excited, the witches were evil sure, but they were so alluring and your friends bet you $20 that wouldn’t actually go and find them but here you were

“Wanda! There’s some weird girl here and I need your people skills to help me!” Wanda groaned getting up from her desk and stomping to the door seeing you and instantly turning on her charm that she was known for “hey sweetheart, are you lost?”

You shook her head and smirked a little, you knew all about the witches seduction techniques but it was still cute none the less “no I’m exactly where I want to be, my friends bet me $20 I wouldn’t come and find you, but jokes on them because I think you’re awesome!”

The women were a little taken aback, no one liked them, they were killers, according to the news anyway but you were definitely different

“Well okay then, how about you come in for a bit, it’s getting dark” Wanda widened the door to let you in which you happily did so.

“Are you sure this is a good ideas Wanda? What if she’s a spy?” Scarlet asked while keeping a eye on you as you walked around the small home’s front room

Wanda just shrugged her off “I read her mind, she’s got no ill intentions, she’s even a little starstruck”

Scarlet blinked in confusion “okay fine whatever, she is cute maybe we could play-“

Wanda cut her off “no, you don’t deserve anyone else to play with, not after the last one” that was one kill none of them wanted to make

“Well if they didn’t run away I wouldn’t have had to shoot them, I didn’t want to get blood on the collar they wore, it was so pretty” they didn’t notice you sit down on the couch and try the TV

“Why isn’t the TV working? You need to fix that” you shouted breaking the two women from their conversation looking over to you "what are you doing?"

"Well I wanted to watch TV but i'll make a snack instead, you got any sandwich stuff?" The way you pondered around the house and found the kitchen made the women nervous "can you tell us what your name is before you run around the house?" Scarlet said trying to assert some dominance over this strange strange situation.

You turned back through the house and to where they stood "I'm Y/n and not to sound weird but I think you two are amazing"

Scarlet hummed "yeah you've said that already"

Wanda decided to take control of the situation since Scarlet was doing a terrible job "come on darling let's sit at the kitchen counter okay?"

You agreed and moved to the kitchen taking seat on one of the stools with Wanda following and sitting with you, taking your hand she rubbed small circles on the back of it "you know sweetheart not many people choose to come here willingly I applaud you for that"

You blushed at her praise lowering your head "thanks Wanda I just wanted to meet you both"

Wanda nodded along "let me ask you something personal"

You shrugged "sure"

"Do you have an evil side? You came up here to find two mass murders, do you even realise the amount of danger you could be in? I could keep you talking wile Scarlet comes up behind you and slices your throat" Wanda smirked at you and you shrugged

"I don't think I have an evil side, I just don't think you two deserve the hate because of all the shit you guys went through"

Wanda agreed "see thats what we keep saying, we've lost so much, we deserve a little fun" she was starting to really like you.

Scarlet came into the kitchen still suspicious of you "so, are you planning to kill us? Because you'll definitely lose" she sat next to Wanda but you just shook your head.

"Sweet Y/n here just thinks we're misunderstood" Wanda assures the other witch "fantastic, hey do you want to stay for dinner?"

You thought about it for a little bit "yeah sure! What are we having?"

Wanda thought this whole thing was so strange, you'd just turned up completely unannounced and said you liked them even if they killed and tortured and did other things that would be considered bad to the general public.

"I'll go and get takeout, maybe kill a few people on the way back" Scarlet jumped up and headed for the door "I'm getting alcohol too because I still don't know what the fucks going on!" With that the witch quickly left the two of you alone.

After some silence Wanda stood up from the stool bringing you with her "how old are you darling?" She stepped closer to you her breath being felt on your face making you shiver "old enough" you whispered.

Wanda let out a soft laugh "I may be a murderer but I don't want to get a minor drunk" she stepped back and you felt embarrassed, a red blush covering your face "shit okay, I'm 24 so old enough for alcohol, drugs, absolutely anything you want to do I'm legal for" god why were you so embarrassing?

Wanda bit her lip to stifle a laugh "oh darling you're funny, I'll keep all that in mind" she winked and went to her alcohol cabinet pulling out a bottle of red wine "you like wine?"

"I've never had wine so I don't know" you accepted the glass and brought it too your lips, instantly regretting it when the liquid burnt your throat "nope don't like that"

"The first drink is always bad, come on take another sip" she used her fingers to tilt your head up and used her thumb to open your mouth "come on pretty girl, open your mouth" you parted your lips slightly and the witch smiled moving the glass and pouring the liquid down your throat.

"There you go, isn't that good?" You gulped down the liquid ignoring the way it burned but instead focused on the way Wanda's eyes connected with yours, the red mist covering her eyes and then clouding your mind too "you want to stay here don't you my love?"

You nodded slowly and Wanda smirked proudly "Scarlets going to love breaking you, but don't worry I'll be there to pick you up when you're too broken"

Your whole world slowly went dark as you were picked up by Wanda and carried away. Well you did want to spend time with the witches, they would give you exactly what you wanted.

#MCU #marvel #marvel au #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #the scarlet witch x wanda maximoff #the scarlet witch x reader #the scarlet witch #evils newest fangirl au

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legolasghosty · 10 months

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I blame @latinposeidon for this. This post he made inspired it. I failed in the 'Don't write a ficlet' department. Enjoy!

Hmmmm, which color, Willie wondered, his fingers dancing over the sea of black lids in Julie's drawer. Okay, this probably wasn't what she'd meant when she said he could borrow some of her stuff for the band's gig tonight, but well, Willie had been eyeballing her nail polish collection for like a month now.

What, it was pretty. The little flashes of color always caught their eye in the best way when other people wore it. And without Caleb around to police their wardrobe choices, he could finally give it a try.

Though maybe there was a reason Willie hadn't just asked Julie outright if he could borrow hers. Maybe he was a bit nervous about how it would look. Maybe they couldn't quite shake Caleb's disapproving glares, couldn't always ignore the nightmares of that same expression coming from the faces of Julie or Luke or Reggie...

Willie tried not to think about the dreams where Alex gave him that look.

But those were just dreams and this was real. Willie wanted to do this and they were going to. He just had to pick a color already.

"Everybody decent in-" Julie started, entering the room and cutting herself off at the sight of Willie hunched over her desk. "What's going on in here?" she asked slowly.

Oh geez, this wasn't good. She was going to get mad. Boys weren't supposed to wear nail polish. And they definitely weren't supposed to just take stuff without asking. There went Willie's friendship with the one lifer who could see him-

"Ooo, are we doing nails?" Julie questioned, peering over their shoulder into the drawer. "Perfect, I needed to do something with mine anyways."

Willie just stared at her for a long moment. What? She wasn't upset? Why wasn't she upset? Was she pretending? Why would she-

"Willie, you're spiraling," Julie said softly, touching his arm. "You're doing that same glazed-over thing Reggie does. What's going on?"

Willie shook his head. Right. This was Julie, not Caleb. She'd already let them borrow and tie up her hoodies and oversized band shirts more than once. She hadn't batted an eye when he walked in on Alex braiding their hair. It was fine.

"I just haven't painted my nails before," Willie confessed, voice much softer than he'd intended. "Caleb didn't let us."

Julie bit her lower lip and nodded. Willie didn't talk about Caleb much, so he wasn't surprised that she didn't really know what to do with this information.

"It's fine," he added. "Just got in my head for a second." More than a second, but who was counting? "Well there's no Caleb here now," Julie said after another silent moment. She reached for the drawer, fingers wrapping around one of the bottles. "What color do you want?" Willie was a little startled by their own laughter. "Well that's what I was trying to figure out," they explained, twisting the black ring around their middle finger.

Julie gave him a long, appraising look. "How do you feel about pink?" she asked, after taking in his black shorts and purple and white crop top.

"Isn't pink more Alex's color?" Willie asked slowly. He couldn't stop himself from checking out the options though. That one was almost the same color Alex's cheeks got when Willie kissed them.

"Well yeah, so it'll make him lose his mind," Julie retorted. "Pick a color."

Willie grinned and grabbed a cotton candy bottle of polish.

"Perfect," Julie agreed, choosing a dark purple color of her own. "I'll do you, you do me."

Willie nodded, grinning. They perched on her desk, letting her take the chair. Julie laid out some paper towels in case of any drips and they got to work.

And Alex did lose his mind a bit over the pink on Willie's fingertips. Though he confessed later, when it was just the two of them curled up in the loft of the garage, that it was Willie's grin that got him first. And really, what was Willie supposed to say to that? Alex was just being too cute. All Willie could really do was kiss him at that point, his pink nails tangled in the pink string of Alex's hoodie.

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #jatp fanfic #willex #jatp #alex mercer #willie jatp #they're cute your honor #Willie deserves a hug and some nail polish

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Annual Birthday Plant [Jared Kleinman x Evan Hansen] (Dear Evan Hansen)

(from the vault)

Jared Kleinman gives Evan Hansen a plant for his birthday every year since 7th grade.

Words: 2,934

Warnings: like one brief/vague mention of sex

[. . .]

In 7th grade, Jared Kleinman gave Evan Hansen a plant for his birthday.

He was supposed to come over so the two of them could play video games and eat pizza until their stomachs hurt, their favorite thing to do together since forever.

But, for the first time ever, Jared had to pick Evan's gift himself, unlike every other birthday, when his mom would do it and he wouldn't even have to think about it.

And so for weeks Jared tried to think of something, but nothing seemed to come to mind. He tried making a list with everything he thought Evan would like, but ended up crossing out most items as they were either too expensive or just outright impossible to get, and the more he thought about the things he still had left on the list, the more he convinced himself that Evan wouldn’t actually like any of the options.

So he postponed deciding, because what else would he do? Then suddenly it was Evan's birthday and he was supposed to be at his place in an hour and he didn't have a gift. He started panicking as he got ready to leave, knowing not only it would be a big dick move if he showed up with nothing, but that his mom would probably murder him- but then it hit him, out of the blue: he knew exactly what the perfect gift would be.

His mom did indeed get mad at him for procrastinating until the last minute, but, still on time, Jared managed to show up at Evan's with the perfect gift in hand.

He never forgot the look of pure joy in Evan's face when he saw the cactus.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Evan kept repeating, grabbing the plant and staring at it in awe. "Mom look!"

"It’s beautiful honey!"

"Thank you so much, oh my God!"

Jared was shocked by the amount of happiness the tiny little plant he picked up in a rush at the store was bringing his friend. He couldn’t help but feel extremely proud of himself for choosing the perfect thing.

"Oh that's fine. I uh. Remembered you said you wanted a plant a few months ago so. Yeah," he said, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

"You remembered that?" Evan looked genuinely confused.

"Yeah. No big deal," Jared said, wanting anything but for Evan to get emotional.

Evan didn’t say anything back, and Jared has ever been able to handle silence well, so obviously he started talking. "I uh. I named it uh- shit. Nevermind."

"No, what did you name it?"

"Well I was like. You know just joking about naming it with my mom and we thought Jeff would be a funny name so. But you don't have to name it that. Obviously. Or like. At all."

Evan shrugged. "I like Jeff."

“Cool.”

"Well do you wanna go play Mario Kart?" Evan blurted out after a few seconds of a really awkward silence.

"Hell yeah dude!"

In eight grade, Jared Kleinman gave Evan Hansen another plant.

He didn't exactly mean to make it a tradition. In fact, he only got Evan another plant for his birthday the next year because, once again, he couldn't decide on a gift. And so he thought that, well, considering the way Evan seemed to absolutely love Jeff (who was still very much alive, which Jared, who had let dozens of his mom's plants die before, found impossible), he would most likely appreciate another plant.

This time he got him a succulent that came in a little white vase. The moment Evan saw the plant was when Jared did decide to make it a tradition- he had no idea what the deal was with Evan and plants, but he liked that it made him happy.

"Oh my God. Another one?" Evan sounded stupidly excited.

"Yup. Thought Jeff would like some company."

"Thank you! Holy shit!"

“Evan!” Heidi yelled from her room at his cursing.

“Sorry mom!”

"You know I don't really know anything about this stuff so I got this one. I don't know if you like succulents but-"

Evan cut him off. "I love it."

"Uh, good. That's good."

Evan made way for Jared to enter. "So. Did you name this one too?" He closed the fornt door behind them.

"Not really. But we could think of something."

"Jessica?"

"Ew dude. No."

"What's wrong with Jessica?"

"What's not wrong with a succulent named Jessica?"

"Because a cactus named Jeff is pretty normal?"

Jared rolled his eyes in response. After a couple seconds in silence, his eyes went wide. "Oh shit I got it!"

"What?"

"Are you ready?"

Evan shrugged. "Shoot."

"Hear me out: Tom."

Evan laughed. "All that build-up for "Tom"?"

"Do you have any better ideas?"

Evan seemed to try to come up with something, but quit pretty quickly. "Not really."

"Tom it is!"

On Evan’s 15th birthday, Jared Kleinman gave Evan Hansen yet another plant.

He had another list, days before the actual birthday. But this time it only consisted of different types of plants. Not that he’d ever- ever- admit to absolutely anyone that he, a totally heterosexual highschool freshman, had spent hours googling different plants to try to find the perfect one to give his (also totally heterosexual) completely platonic best friend for his birthday.

He made his decision as soon as he saw the first picture of the last option on the list, even making sure to go to the store a few days in advance to see if they had it (which they thankfully did).

He picked it up, like the previous two years, right before his mom dropped him off at Evan’s (because he knew he could not be trusted to take care of it for even a day), but made sure it was in a box this time for completely selfish purposes. He would not just waste a joke.

“Hey! Are you-” Evan’s eyes landed on the small box his friend held. “Oh. Is it not a plant?” he asked him, obviously trying his hardest not to, but sounding a little bit disappointed. Jared’s heart did… something in his chest, like fucking… cartwheels or some shit.

Jared proceeded to ignore those cartwheels.

“Of course it's a plant.”

Excitement was back on Evan’s face instantly. “Oh cool! Thank you! You know I lo- uh- I really like them.”

“I was gonna say it’s no big deal but you should be so fucking grateful for this one, dude.”

“Why?”

“You’ll… see.” Jared couldn’t contain his laugh.

Evan started laughing too, but simply because of Jared’s own laughter- he still had no idea what was going on. “Dude what is it?”

“It’s um,” he cleared his throat, trying to stop laughing. “It’s called Lithops? Ever heard of it?”

Evan shook his head no, and Jared wordlessly handed him the box, now unable again to contain some pretty embarrassing-sounding chuckles. Evan opened the box and took the plant out. Now Jared was flat out cackling.

“Get it? Cause it looks like- cause it looks like a-” He couldn’t stop laughing, not able to even talk properly. Apparently only then did Evan register what was so funny about the plant, slapping Jared’s arm.

“Oh my God! No! That’s disgusting oh my God,” Evan complained, but it was obvious he was fighting a smile.

“I’m sorry!” Jared said, still laughing and very obviously not sorry at all.

When Evan Hansen turned 16, Jared Kleinman crossed out his first plant idea.

He decided to buy Evan an incredibly specific plant instead- one so specific the flower shop where he’d bought all the plants from the previous years didn't actually have it, and he had to drive across town to get it.

“Heeyyy Ev!”

“Hey. You’re… late” Evan sounded a bit disappointed, and Jared couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about it. Still, he also couldn’t help being sarcastic about it.

“Maybe I’m not. Maybe you’re just early!”

“To… my own place?”

“I’m sorry.” There was no sarcasm in his voice anymore.

Evan seemed surprised by that. “Oh it's fine! It’s- it’s okay.”

“I’m late for a good reason though!”

“Which is?”

“Your gift dumbass! Now normally I buy your little plant friends from this shop a couple blocks from my place BUT I really wanted to give you this one and turns out they didn’t have it so I had to drive across the city to get it from this other shop, which was kinda sketchy by the way, not gonna lie, but anyway yeah here it is!” He outstretched his hands, holding the small box with the plant inside.

Evan laughed at his lienghty explanation as he grabbed it, and started opening the box before pausing. “Wait. What’s so special about this one that you did all that to get it? If it’s another-”

“Stop being so dramatic! It’s cute I promise.”

Judging by the look on his face, Evan didn’t seem so sure, but opened it anyway.

“Oh. It IS cute! It looks like that thing that nemo lives in!”

“The… anemone?”

“I guess? I don’t know dude.”

“Well you wanna know what it’s called?”

“Here we go.”

“Don’t be a perv, Hansen! It’s nothing dirty it’s just funny!”

“Okay what is it?”

“Baby toes,” Jared announced in the same tone Evan would picture someone using to pitch a brand name idea for a CEO.

“There’s no way this is called baby toes.”

“It is!”

“You are so stupid, oh my God,” Evan said, smiling.

“I mean I’m not the one who owns baby toes, so...”

“Well what are we gonna name this one?”

“I dunno. I thought about a few names but it was for another type of plant so I don’t think it fits.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh well uh. I was actually gonna give you this one called anthurium? Is it anthurium?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, well it was gonna be one of those ‘cause I thought it had like cool colored leaves but apparently the colorful parts are actually just leaf-looking flowers so. Baby toes.”

“What’s wrong with flowers?”

“Oh you know. Just like… giving a dude flowers you know. Sounds kinda uh. You know what I mean.”

Evan seemed like he was gonna push him further about it, but decided not to. Jared was more than thankful for that. “Well I liked this one. It’s pretty cute. What about Joey?”

Jared was too busy tensing up and holding his breath to properly register what Evan said. “What?”

“I said what about Joey?”

“Like from Friends?”

“I thought you hated Friends.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t know anything about it! It’s pop culture!”

On Evan's 17th, Jared Kleinman chose Evan Hansen’s plant pretty early, and he was really proud of himself.

“Jared?” Evan asked when he opened the door. “You’re early,” he pointed out with a frown.

“Can’t a guy be early to his friend’s birthday celebration?”

“Is this about the plant you’re gonna give me?”

“Who said I got you a plant?” Jared asked exaggeratedly, hiding the box behind his back.

Evan laughed. “Okay whatever. I’m almost done. Just gotta put on deodorant and do something about my hair and we can go.” He ran upstairs, and Jared waited for him by the doorstep. After about five minutes he was back.

“Okay I’m done! We should probably get going so there’s no chance it’s sold out.”

“Dude we’re watching a Captain America movie at like 5pm I don’t think it’s gonna sell out.”

“Let’s just go.”

“Okay, fine. But first, your gift!”

“My ‘not a plant’ gift?”

“Your… ‘maybe a plant’ gift.”

Evan grabbed the box and opened it. Then he freaked out. “HOLY SHIT ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I’VE BEEN WANTING ONE OF THESE FOR FOREVER! IT’S LIKE A MINI TREE!”

Jared laughed at his excitement. “Don’t get too turned on, tree boy! we still got a movie to catch.”

Evan flipped him off before carefully placing the plant on the kitchen counter. He took one more look at it before turning back around. “Okay, let’s go.”

“Not even a thank you?”

Evan said nothing, just motioning for him to move, locking the front door before they both walked to Jared’s car. He did awkwardly thank him when they got in the car.

“It’s whatever. So what are you gonna name it?”

Evan stopped to think about it for a second. “Oh! Maybe Steve?”

“You totally just thought about it because of Captain America.”

“So what?”

“So the obvious choice should be Tony!”

“I am not naming my plant Tony, Jared.”

“You’re no fun!”

He did name the plant Tony.

On their senior year, Jared Kleinman gave Evan Hansen nothing for his 18th birthday, as he saw fit.

A year later, things were going better between the two of them. Still, Jared Kleinman gave Evan Hansen nothing for his 19th birthday.

On Jared Kleinman’s sophomore year of college, he decided they were finally fine again. He got an air plant, which he didn’t even know were a thing, and planned to keep it in his room until Evan’s 20th birthday.

Evan ended up getting his plant a couple days early though, when they were just hanging out in Jared's room.

“What’s its name?” Evan asked, pulling Jared out of his own thoughts.

Jared looked up from the videogame screen. “What?”

“What’s its name?” He asked again, pointing to the tiny glass vase with a plant in it.

“No! Shit!”

“What?” Evan asked, probably scared of having done something wrong.

“You weren’t supposed to see that!”

“Why?”

“Because it’s your gift dumbass.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Well. Now that you ruined it. You like it?”

“Yeah! Air plants are pretty cool.”

“Cool.”

“So,” Evan spoke up after a few seconds of awkward silence. “What do you think I should name it?”

“Aren’t you a little bit too old to name plants?” Jared asked, mindful to emphasise his jokeful tone.

“If not me then who?” Evan asked dramatically.

“Whatever you say Mr.-I-speak-for-the-trees.”

“Oh wait I know!”

“Okay shoot.”

“Audrey II!”

“I should not have introduced you to musicals.”

“But you did.” Evan smiled. Jared didn’t like how much he liked that.

The following year, Jared Kleinman made the decision to tell Evan Hansen about the no-so-platonic feelings he realized he felt for him.

And chickened out of it.

"Are you gonna say anything?"

Evan looked up from the daisies in his hands. "What?"

"You just gonna stand there and stare at it or what?"

"These are daisies."

"Yes they are."

"These are flowers."

"I guess."

"You just gave me flowers."

"I guess I did."

"Does it… mean anything?"

Jared seemed to be taken by surprise. He didn’t expect Evan to get it so quickly, let alone be so upfront about it. So, he chickened out.

"Except just me giving you your annual birthday plant? It's your 21st it's special!"

Evan sighed. "I don't get you."

"I mean neither of us are in the closet anymore at this point so I figured like. What's the matter, ya know? That's all."

Silence.

"Okay. Sure."

"Alright."

"Her name’s gonna be Patricia by the way."

"I cannot stress enough how much I hate this decision."

"Well the flowers are mine so..."

On Jared Kleinman’s junior year of college, he smiled as he walked to Evan Hansen's dorm room with his birthday plant in hand.

He knocked on the door and waited. Evan opened it in only a few seconds. Jared noticed his hair was wet, probably just having taken a shower, and he was wearing his favorite dress shirt.

"Oh we're fancy today huh?" He raised an eyebrow and pointed at the shirt.

"Shut up. What's that?"

"You seriously need to stop asking that as if it's not gonna be a plant."

"I'm being polite!"

"Well stop! You can't be polite to me. It makes me look like an asshole."

"Maybe you're just an asshole regardless."

"Actually go back to being polite."

"Are you gonna give it to me or what?"

He faked an indignated gasp. "What kind of guy do you take me for, Hansen?"

He handed Evan the box, and both of them entered the room. Evan set the box on his desk and sat down to open it.

"Oh It's- it's an anthurium."

"Yeah. You like it?"

"I do. But…”

“But what?” Jared pursed his eyebrows together. Shit had he done something wrong? Dis Evan not like anthurims anymore or-

“Don't you think it's a little weird giving flowers to another guy?"

Jared let out the breath he'd been holding. "I will murder you."

"I'm just saying, you know."

“I literally gave you daisies last year.”

“I didn’t wanna say anything back then but like… that was kinda... you know... it was a little gay.”

"I will break up with you."

"No you won't.”

Jared couldn’t think of a funny comeback, so they just stayed in silence for a moment.

Then Evan stood up. "Thank you. Really,” he said seriously, and leaned in to kiss him. He smiled at Jared’s lack of response to it.

Jared, in turn, could barely speak, his cheeks burning an embarrassing, obvious amount. "That- that's okay-"

Evan laughed at his flustered state, which he still got into pretty often considering they’d already been together for a few months now. He decided not to tease him about it this time, grabbing his jacket instead. “C’mon we’re gonna be late.”

“I mean. Your mom won’t mind…” Jared went on, obviously not entirely serious about it since they really were almost late, but also not entirely joking. Evan found it extremely cute.

They really had to go, though. “What kind of guy do you take me for, Kleinman?” He asked, mocking what Jared had said earlier.

Jared rolled his eyes. “Okay let’s go you ruined the sexy mood.”

They both took one last glance at the anthurium on the desk before leaving.

7th grade Jared Kleinman really had no idea what he was getting into when he gave Evan Hansen that first cactus, did he?

[. . .]

A/N: You go 16 year old mars with the dead ship from the dead fandom of a dead musical! If anyone remembers this it's cause it's been on ao3 since it was written a few years ago and it's actually been posted here when i had a different blog (i was bigbilliamdenbro/marsiguess). I'll be going back to writing and posting and old writing will be tagged as from the vault! Interact and maybe even request away! I'm really glad to be back :)

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thomase1 · 1 year

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Two broken make a whole; chapter 2

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Took me long enough to update, I know. Just have not ended up the happiest with this chapter and ended up overthinking it. Sorryyy 💜

I did get some help though.

Thank you @crzyplantladyvibes for your incredible help! I dont think this would be postable if it werent for you!

Warnings: talk of past mission, talk of past injury, Tony beeing a bad teammate, humour, angsty thought and feeling from our girl. We will be starting to cut into her past.

Wordcount: ~2.300

Deviders by @harlequin-hangout

The days following Thor and Loki’s arrival were relatively quiet. You didn't see them around much and soon you had to go on another mission. It would be an easy one, just some undercover work to get data from an organization trying to bring down the whole justice system.

As is often the case, it sounded more exciting in the briefing than it actually was in the field. After hours of surveillance, you were beginning to regret the career choices which landed you here, bored as heck, sitting at a window with Clint, not that you mind missions with Clint. He is competent and pleasant, but Tony, on the other hand, that’s another story.

He was supposed to be your ride along today, but 'thankfully' Pepper broke her arm by falling down the stairs. Not that you didn't feel bad for her, but if Tony had come along, you might have broken his. On your last mission with Tony, he’d bossed you around while frolicking about in his suit, not even bothering to tell you about the group of Chitauri heading straight for you. You were left fighting 8 Chitauri, Tony's cocky remarks about your defense ringing through the comms, only stopping when you nearly got killed. He didn't just take them down and get on with it, oh no, not Ironman. He had the audacity to make a show out of it, pirouetting around and landing with a bow while you had a bullet shatter your shin. You would have killed him on the way back home if you hadn't been in so much pain, because even then he didn't stop; no, he told you it was your fault for not paying attention to your surroundings! He, who was 30 feet in the air with a perfect view of everything, told you, who was down, enclosed in the forest, you did not pay enough attention to your surroundings. After two surgeries and 5 months off missions, when you finally recovered you avoided missions with Tony.

You rested your forehead on the windowpane and groaned. After 12 uneventful hours, even Clint ran out of easy going jokes, the both of you so bored you could barely stay awake. Thankfully, around hour 15 you finally spotted your target. In a matter of minutes, the 2 of you subdued the target, used his fingerprints to access the building, hacked the mainframe, obtained some vital intel, and planted a crippling virus. One short flight later and you were back at the tower; you weren't even gone a day.

Back at the tower, you’d wandered to the common room for some water and a post-mission snack when you spotted Thor.

"Hey Thunder, you all settled in yet?". You walked up to him, giving him a small side hug.

"I am indeed. I even got a chance to talk to Jane." He smiled from cheek to cheek, and you elbowed him affectionately.

"Awesome! What did she say? Did you talk it through?"

"Yes”, he nodded enthusiastically. “She’s even letting me take her out to dinner tomorrow!"

"Daaaamn, what do you have planned?", you plopped on the couch, looking at him expectedly.

"Well, I- must admit I did not think that far ahead.", he mumbled, sitting down too.

"What? Dude, you gotta choose a restaurant at least! This is New York, all the good ones are probably booked already! What does she like?"

The chances of him getting a table at a good restaurant, in New York, on a Saturday at dinner time are slim. Even as Thor.

"Pizza! And pasta. And those little doughy triangles filled with... stuff.". He was thinking so hard you could almost see his brain spasming.

"Samosas, got it. So, Indian and Italian food. Alright. What time do you guys meet?"

"7:30." He answered and you got your phone out, already looking for restaurants. After a lot of calls, pleading and the exaggerated use of Thor's name, you got them a reservation at a highly rated Italian place. Giving him the address, you continued,

"And what will you wear?"

"I do not know. But I am guessing my usual attire is not suitable."

"No, as much as I love your Asgardian battle armor, which isn't really a date night outfit. Do you own a suit?"

"I used to, but I sold it at the charity event," he hangs his head.

"Ah, yes. Well, you need a suit. You’ll have to buy one, which, with your physique, it could be challenging to get one off the rack."

"I could ask Loki to conjure one for me."

"Oh, right, he can do that too- ok, so that's settled." Caught off guard by the mention of Loki’s name, you thought, shit, I really need to do something about this growing interest in Loki.

“Thank you for your help with the restaurant. I will go see Loki about my suit. I can’t wait to see Jane tonight.” You murmured an appropriate response of some kind, distracted by imagining Loki in a well-tailored suit. You shook your head to clear your thoughts and made your way to your room for the evening.

The next day passed slowly as you updated mission reports. Clint didn’t help with any of the documentation, but he was a pleasant distraction with his jokes and stories. You stared at your computer, bored out of your mind.

"Miss L/n, mister Odinson requests your presence in his quarters", Jarvis announced.

"Oooooh, did I miss something?" Clint teased, making a kissy face. You slapped his arm.

"No, stop it! He is taking Jane out to dinner today, I bet he wants my opinion on his suit." You got up, hearing a "Yea sure! Use protection!" behind you.

"Shut up Katniss!", you shouted back. As soon as the elevator doors opened to the living quarters, you heard shouting.

"I asked you to give me a suit! This is not a suit!", Thor shouted.

"I thought you wanted something that fits you, I gave you just that!", Loki retorted sharply. You walked faster, fearing an escalation.

"So, this is what you think of me? I look as if I've been through a cheese grater!" You heard something break which had you sprinting through the corridor.

"Stop breaking my things! I just got that table!", Loki yelled, really fired up.

"Don't act like you can't conjure another one right now!" You arrived at their sitting area and ran through to Loki’s room.

"Stop fighting guys, what's the- What the hell?", you questioned, seeing splinters of wood strewn throughout the room and Thor clothed in God-knows-what. It's just a shirt and jeans, but with more holes than fabric. You don't even know where Loki got that outfit inspo from. Half his ass is hanging out from the pants!

"Look at this abomination of attire!", Thor whines, tugging at the hem of the shirt.

"Yea that's not... Please, can you give him a suit? It's really important.", you plead with Loki. He looks so handsome with his hair freshly washed, all floofed up. You bit your lip subconsciously as you took in his forest green tunic and dark pants, which clung to him in just the right places. He follows your gaze, smirking devilishly, making you drop your eyes to the floor, cheeks heating up ferociously. Your blushing went unnoticed by Thor, but Loki had seen it and mentally cataloged it as something to explore further in the future.

"I think I can do that, Agent.", he looks at Thor and with a single hand movement and a green spark, Thor is wearing a suit. Only...it’s the ugliest suit you've ever seen. It's neon yellow with a checkered pattern and a blue dress shirt underneath; the clashing colors are awful.

"What is this yellow monstrosity?! Change it, right now!", Thor bangs his fist into the wall, putting a crater into the solid bricks.

"Hey! Stop it, you buffoon!", Loki spits, rage flaming in his features, though you wonder why he is mad. He is the one fucking around with Thor’s patience.

"Thor! Tony is gonna kill you, please, calm down. We will solve this just- please stop destroying things. And you'', you turn assertively to the angered Loki, "give him a nice suit. This is important for him; can't you just help him?"

Both of them look at you like a deer in the headlights.

"Fine.", the blonde haired god calms down, "But he will change me this instant. And properly this time.", he pouts. Loki sighs loudly.

"Alright.", he snaps his wrist again and Thor wears another suit, "Happy now?". You give Thor a once over, considering the new attire. It's a perfectly fitted, cool toned grey suit, with a light blue dress shirt and deep blue tie.

"Very nice. Blue is a good choice, goes well with his eyes. Thank you."

Thor pats himself down, feeling the fabric,

"Thank you, brother. This one is rather nice."

The raven haired god nods,

"Very well. Would you mind? I have some renovations ahead.", he gestures to the door.

You tug at Thor's arm, steering him towards the door, "Bye Loki.".

"Goodbye, Agent.", he smirks, closing the door behind you.

After that you helped Thor prepare for the date, reassuring him. You sent him to the florist across the street, telling him to get a bouquet of whatever flowers he thinks she might like. He came back with powder pink roses.

Finally back in your room, you flop onto your bed and your thoughts begin to spiral down an unwelcome path. You usually try to stay busy, but sometimes you can’t stop the questions. There is just so much about your life you don't know, don't remember. Will you ever find your story, or will you die, taking the uncertainty to the grave? You've done what you could, tracing back the steps. but it only brought you back to hydra. Going back to the hydra facility you’d called home was a bust; it was completely vacant. No traces left behind, only the card deck you and the others used to entertain yourselves with.

When it was finally time for him to go, you went over everything again, adjusting his tie and reminding him of the address to the restaurant. You've got a good feeling about this; Thor and Jane are good people. They are heroes. They deserve to be happy.

You long for more than boring missions and futile searching into your past. When will you finally allow yourself to feel loved? It’s stupid, making yourself suffer, trying to pay the price for the path left behind. You know your lonely penance won’t change a thing, but getting to live a life filled with love just feels wrong. After all you've done, it's simply not right; you don’t deserve happiness.

You wonder what happened to your few friends back at hydra. Were they killed because of you? Because you choose life? Maybe you don't want to know. The slip-n-slide of overthinking got you again and you know, if you don't get off that ride right now, you won't be able to stop for hours.

You decide to text Taylor and Kenma, your two best and only friends, outside of the tower at least. Taylor does not take long to respond but declines, saying Sean, his boyfriend, had already something planned for today. It's a common occurrence, ever since they started dating, meeting him became a rare occurrence. Sean is a horrible person, but Taylor loves him far too much. He just can't get himself to end things.

A bit later, Kenma texted back but she is at work, nightshift. Damn it.

"Jarvis, who is in the Tower right now?", you say to the ceiling.

"Mister Laufeyson is in his private rooms, Doctor Banner is in his laboratory alongside mister Stark."

"Ask Stark and Banner if it's alright if I join them, please.", you sigh.

You really hoped Nat was home, or that either Scott or Clint was here since they never fail to crack you up.

"You are welcome to join them."

"Thanks Jarvis."

In the lab, you find them bickering about technology to add to the suits of some teammates, including you. So, in the end, you put in your suggestions too, helping create them.

Yours got more protection, it's fire resistant now and has even more pockets to store little items in. And they even built in an extra one for throwing stars, your "last resort" weapon. Never used them in battle, but in an emergency they’re better than nothing.

When night fell, Tony went home, and Bruce fell asleep on a pile of fabric samples. You went back to your room. You tried to sleep, you really did, but you just couldn't. So, you ended up thinking about him. Loki. Why must that tunic of his be so tight? You saw every ridge of his abs, every line on his chest. And those pants and that smirk. Ugh, did he see me blushing?! Oh, so what if he did? And his hair, Thor must have interrupted his brother after a shower, but you are kind of grateful for it. He looked adorable with his hair all floofed up.

Do gods have bad hair days? Thor certainly does, you know that for a fact. Tony once straightened his blonde locks out while he fell asleep after a mission. Tony made sure to do an awful job. The result was a lot of yelling, gloating laughter and a broken elevator door. Ahh, fun times. If Loki has had a bad hair day, you sure haven’t seen it, at least not yet, you thought mischievously.

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dungbeatposse · 4 months

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THE RAMPAGE AND COLOURS PT. 2✨🎨

turns out i am diligent enough to complete the series! thanks again for reading my rambles!! it's been really fun writing like this, using my thinker to delve deep into stuff. again, i'll try to keep it simple and short.

i'd love to here other's thoughts on what colour they think the rmpg member's are, and maybe i'll do another for other groups too :DDD

if you hadn't read part 1 yet, go here. there i covered likiya, zin, riku, kenta, rui, yamasho, kazuma and hokuto. now, i'm gonna finish it off with the last 8 members. note, these were harder to think about than the first post (and when i say hard, i mean fucking HARD). so buckle up yall.

shogo - celeste (#95bfbc)

initially, i wanted to give shogo a warm colour. maybe a yellow or orange, but it didn't feel like it suited shogo for me. i knew i wanted to choose a colour with very vintage vibes. then, celeste caught my eye. it's a bright blue that looks well on its own, but when paired with warmer colours, it shines brighter. shogo might not be one of my favourite members, but he is his own work of art. calmer, but still with a bright presence.

shohei - pale chartreuse (#cde37f)

it was either yellow or green for him. bouncing between two, i had a difficult choice to make. then, i went "why not the middle?" chartreuse is very striking and is mostly a colour that looks amazing on its own. however, it's also strong with other colours, being able to stand out amongst them. shohei is not just his goofiness, or his more hard-working side. for me, chartreuse is a colour that combines both of his strong aspects into a vibrant person that is shohei.

itsuki - ginger (#f0a748)

ok, i'm gonna be honest. i chose ginger because of mars. i couldn't help it! i also thought about giving him a white colour, but it didn’t really fit as well as orange did. i think that he also has very orange cat energy. he very much does his own thing and has a tiny bit of a chaotic side too, though his initial vibe is cool, calm and collected. like itsuki is a cat trapped in a human body.

kaisei - sea green (#43a36d)

when i think about kaisei, i think of strong. not just physically (gaddamn that man is CUT), but also how mentally strong he is. pairing that with how his soft and friendly his character is, i just knew i wanted to give him a nice natural colour. something that matches his growth and resilience while also maintaining a nice calmer shade to match his softer side. i think something like sea green that was rich and vibrant was perfect for kaisei.

makoto - royal blue (#3238b3)

i know, ruby red is probably a better choice, but here me out. makoto always gave me a very regal vibe, with his strong features and the way he carries himself. considering his h&l character having a blue theme, the cooler aura he tends to have and the regality he was giving me, i think royal blue suits him well. the deeper, richer blue tone that sticks out elegantly matches what i think of makoto.

ryu - wine red (#521e1c)

ryu was always going to be wine red for me. it’s a colour that’s not too obvious, but also not something that’s going to disappear into the background. along with the fact that ryu looks fucking great with darker reds, i specifically chose wine red because it’s a colour that isn’t bold but still manages to have a strong impact. it matches his less outspokenness, but his beautiful aura of both maturity and softness.

takuma - peach orange (#f0654d)

i think i default creativity as a shade closer to pink/peach. i initially wanted to go for salmon red, but i settled on something closer to orange because 1) his hair and 2) it’s closer to a spring colour that suits him. i admire his creativity and his interests in art and fashion. for me, takuma has a refreshing aura that’s both sweet and soft without being too subtle. which kind of made me think of peach flavoured konjac jelly.

takahide - light green (#83bd68)

oof. takahide… he was like the final boss. i cycled through several options before settling on this one. there was yellow, orange, light pink, red, even pastel purple. i started to look through his older looks, tsuji looks etc. i thought about giving the whole ass rainbow but that would be a cop out.

then, i thought about his relationship with ryu. where ryu is shyer and reserved, takahide is the opposite. making them mirror each other would be perfect! giving him a light green was a choice i never saw myself making. but somehow, it worked. maybe it’s because of how naturally charismatic takahide is (i always tend to associate charisma with green), maybe it’s because he does quite a few green hair looks, or maybe it’s because his emoji is a goddamn frog.

but it works!

#the rampage from exile tribe #the rampage #exile tribe #i went on a spew for takahide i deeply apologise

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walleeli · 7 months

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Want to discuss something about Stampede that’s been plaguing me. SPOILERS for both Trigun Stampede and Trigun Maximum incoming…

I’ve seen a couple posts recently where people have said that Vash’s characterization in Stampede as having always been a goody-two shoes worsens his character (or like, makes it flat or boring or whatever.) and tbh I totally agree. HOWEVER COMMA. I don’t think it will end up having been accurate of him in the adaptation as we continue. And I think its possible it isn’t true now if you happen to know exactly what to look for… this is about to get long.

So I got into Trigun as a whole just a few months ago. And my experience was I watched 98, then tristamp, and THEN read trimax. So that’s my frame of reference and the order in which I experienced the different characterizations.

I want to talk about this scene at the beginning of episode 12 of tristamp.

Because when I first saw it, heard it, I figured it was Vash speaking. And when it panned out to reveal Knives

I was surprised. And a little confused. It didn’t line up with what I, at the time, thought to be true of their characters. The more clear cut “good” and “evil” being the only version I’d ever really experienced. (Maybe 98 did a better job with Vash’s characterization as a child than I am remembering??? But I feel like it was pretty similar to tristamp??? Could absolutely be wrong but either way the point stands that based on my memory at the time the scene was odd to me.)

The scene is so brief and there’s so much other shit going on in the rest of the episode that it left my mind pretty quickly. Until I was reading through Vash and Knives’s backstories in trimax and texting my brother about how I had no idea how deep Vash’s character was in the source material. It was at that point that I told him I was honestly kind of miffed with the handling of his character in Stampede, as I felt it did a disservice to him. And he actually was the one to remind me that Orange has already demonstrated an enjoyment of unreliable narration in tristamp. Specifically I am thinking of hearing in episode 1 that Vash gave Knives the code he needed to take down the SEEDS ships vs seeing in episode 11 that he didn't give it to him for that purpose AT ALL and also the ending of episode 8 showing young teen Knives as scowling and standing tall vs episode 9 showing him rattled and on his knees (obviously we also still get the scowling later but YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. PROBABLY.)

Anyways my brother and I kept talking about it and I was saying it's still weird that we see all those scenes of Vash being this like. Happy-go-lucky kid when that's not what you get from trimax until after the blank ticket talk. And he suggested what I am currently choosing to believe to be true: the sequence of events has been reordered. And flashbacks we get of like, their first birthday and stuff, actually take place after they find Tesla. (In Stampede’s canon I mean.)

This is the only other time we see kid Vash seeming more closed off/somber/whatever. Obviously Knives has already taken some sort of turn. He’s certainly not in finger guns mode anymore LMAO.

Obviously this is just wild and maybe ungrounded speculation at this point. But I wouldn’t be surprised if Orange pulls the rug out from under us a bit in season 2. And I sincerely hope they do.

#just been thinking about it idk.#ramblings of a mad woman as usual.#is this anything??#trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #trimax #trigun maximum spoilers #trimax spoilers #tristamp spoilers #if im comepletely delusional and making shit up that is ok too <3 #BFJDJCKDHKHKDJCKSHCJ #cant win em all

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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 3 months

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Made it through another weekend without drinking, I know 5 weeks doesn't seem like a lot but it's the longest I've gone in at least 14 years, the longest by far if you don't count one month in 2013. And there was nothing actually stopping me this weekend, my roommate was out of town coaching provincial all weekend and I had the place to myself and nothing to do. Closest I had to accountability was I told Tumblr I'm trying not to drink, and no one on Tumblr will know if I lie, but I'll know I'm lying, and then I won't be able to enjoy it. Which is pretty much why I'm posting this on Tumblr, using this website to intentionally ruin my own ability to enjoy stuff for another week because I don't trust my willpower otherwise.

I got through the weekend and didn't drink any alcohol. I organized my folder of comedy recordings, which was probably fine. I then got pretty deep into organizing and adding to my various folders of clips from comedy recordings, and I would say those collections are at this point pathologically organized. Like. It’s the sort of thing where I'd normally post screenshots but I'm not going to because if I showed anyone my Chocolate Milk Gang clip folders I'd be reported for being the guy from A Beautiful Mind (unfortunately without the genius element). But I've cut out a lot of comedy clips from various sources and organized them into many categories and I didn't drink any alcohol.

That Robins and James radio show really was the right choice. I didn't plan to try to stop drinking when I started listening to it, it's a coincidence that I picked something good for that. I've said a few times that it's helping and have also said "obvious I know that listening to people I don't know talk on the radio 8 years ago should not be what I rely on for something important like this, I have other things." But this weekend sucked and I am getting close to the point of saying "no, actually it's pretty much just that, I avoided picking up a drink this weekend by thinking if I'm drinking when John Robins releases Howl in a couple if months I'll hate myself too much to enjoy it, so don't do that, just listen to the nice people on the radio talk about how it is possible to hate everything and really like alcohol but still, like seven years after the point I'm at in the radio show, choose to give it up." Is this a sustainable source for motivation to not drink? It doesn't seem ideal but I guess we'll find out. I got way too deep into organizing comedy clips this weekend.

I know that what you're actually supposed to do is find real life things that are so good they make you not think about alcohol. I went to a comedy club night last week, watched five male comedians in a row tell jokes where every single one had at least a bit of material that ranged from mildly dicey to really fucked up on the sexism and racism fronts, then I had a panic attack due to being surrounded by so many people and left early. I don't want to try to go back to coaching until the season ends because mid-season is an awkward time to try to fit back in, and anyway, that place is hardly the liberal bubble that I seek. I did see an excellent concert last week but Garnet Rogers doesn't come to town every week. As far as distractions go, I think I might be left with the nice angry man on the radio and pathologically organized comedy collections.

I heard a recent episode where Elis said to John, pretty much out of the blue without much context, "You know, if you told me to jump off a cliff I think I'd do it." And I thought, yeah I see what he means, he does sort of have that effect on people. That abrasive personality that's held him back in showbusiness must be very abrasive, for him to not be more commercially successful despite a knack for saying stuff that you just want to listen to (I mean, not that he's doing commercially badly or anything, he's got a big successful tour and a Taskmaster spot, but it took a while to get there). It's a good thing that this parasocial power is, in my case, mainly used for reminding me "look, he loved drinking as much as this and also had, you know, the darkness of Robins but still quit, so I can do that too", rather than getting people to jump off cliffs.

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cookinguptales · 4 months

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I'll probably talk about the SNM NYE party in batches because I'm still exhausted but... wow, that Hecate 1:1, huh?

I didn't actually know that audience interactions were going to be a thing during the party, so imagine my surprise when about 30 seconds after I took the first photo, the second thing happened lmao.

(nearly had an aneurysm when my friend texted me that they'd managed to get pictures of the encounter haha)

spoilers under a cut!!

So there was an angel dancing in the rep bar, which... I hilariously did not notice for the first portion of the song. I was taking photos for a large group of people who were sitting up on the bar in front of the neon sign, and then I turned around and was like !!!! oh!!!

(ETA: I AM TOLD THIS WAS BOY WITCH IN COSTUME FOR THE PARTY lmao)

I nearly banged into the poor guy haha. but then, I mean, I had to take some photos of his dance! it was a lovely dance, very soulful. when he noticed me taking photos, he definitely started posing, good for him. I got some really good photos of him here.

anyway, after I got my pictures, then he comes up to me and takes my hand and it's like oh!!! okay we're doing this.

he was holding several rings in his hand during his dance (big costume jewelry types) so the obvious allusion was to Hecate. while he was dancing with me, there was a lot of elaborate stuff where he'd show me the rings in his hands, play with them, offer them to me, take them back, take my hand and spin around so I was holding him, then curl around behind me, etc.

he was really gentle with me, RIP ;;

anyway, he ends up taking my hand and leading me to Hecate's door. now, I saw Hecate a few times throughout the evening, mostly carrying around a sign in a stately procession letting people know how long it was until midnight, but I didn't realize she was doing Other Things until we got outside her door and I was like "wait okay I get it" lmao

at this point, I still wasn't sure exactly where he was going with this, so I just followed him as he finally knelt down before Hecate's door and offered up the rings in supplication.

then her door opened and she appeared and I think you could probably see the big exclamation point over my head like I was a freaking video game character.

then she grabbed me and pulled me inside.

the vibes were very similar to her usual James & Anne 1:1, and she brought me over to sit on her couch. but instead of paper boats and ghost stories, she brought out tarot cards.

(if you know me, you know I was thrilled lmao)

she has me choose one and it was, of course, Death.

(I... think they were probably all Death, and I know she had to keep them to do this with others but I wish I'd gotten to keep that card.)

Death, as my regular followers know, is a card about change and the death of the old to make room for the new. so as soon as I saw it, I knew, and I just. man, the Emotions In Me.

she told me about how the card was about change and how old things had to die so new things can happen, even if it hurts. she said it was the new year, which is a time for the old things to die and new ones to come. that things would be changing soon, but that was okay. she then took my palm and drew a straight line on it, like a palmistry situation, and said that people think time is a straight line. then she drew a circle and told me that time here, in this place, is really like a circle.

I can't remember all exact words, but the general gist of it was that even though things die and new things take their place, they don't ever fully go away. time is a loop, as it always has been in the McKittrick, so these moments will always be happening, even if we don't get to experience them anymore.

(we'll always remember them.)

then when we got up to leave, she turned me toward the mirror on her nightstand and had me look at my own reflection. she held me from behind, encircled in her arms, and squeezed me so tight that it almost hurt.

(I wish I could remember what she said during this moment, but I'll admit I was having a "this could actually be kind of bad if she squeezes much longer, she doesn't know I have EDS and I can feel my ribs straining" moment so I got a little distracted. she didn't hurt me!! to be clear!! but I was worrying a little that I might have to interrupt her and in so doing failed to live in the moment and it was gone. I'm hoping I'll remember after I've recovered a little. ;; )

I feel like... it was encouraging, what she said at the mirror. so I suppose for now I'll have to content myself with that.

and then, once she let go, she took one of the rings from a dish on her table and slid it onto my finger.

I guess we all know what that means.

and then she let me go.

I felt... really profoundly moved after this. the time loop element of SNM is one that I've always been obsessed with, and so to have all of that laid out so explicitly... it made me feel like there really is a sacred, magical place in that room, and none of us will ever truly escape it.

Hecate has a habit of snatching humans and drawing them into her woods, like Porter and Boy Witch, and I feel like she really managed to do that to all of us as well. we're under her spell and, like them, we must constantly search for her ring.

last night, I sort of felt like I finally found it. like her ring has always been the loop all along, and that's the source of her power. the ring of time, a wheel, and it constantly spins in place. we're all inside it, and it could be a trap but it feels so damn exhilarating to be there.

our poor Porter will never truly find it because he's inside it, and so are we. the entire hotel is her ring and so are all the ideas and experiences inside it. and they are eternal. even if the show itself closes, that little pocket of time will always exist within us, because that's where her magic resides.

it made me think a lot about love and memories and the way that our experiences live on in them, changed by nostalgia and regret but dear all the same, and it made me think about how Sleep No More, or at least a version of it, will live on in us forever.

change is coming, and it might hurt. but new things are coming, and they'll be lovely. we have so many things lying ahead. and what we experienced together in that hotel will never go away. it'll continue on in our memories and the art we've made and the friends we've met, y'know?

so it felt like such a beautiful way to end the year. the whole thing happened just before midnight and it felt perfect.

(even though... there were a lot of elevator issues last night and I only BARELY made it downstairs in time for the countdown. so there was a moment of Panic right after haha.)

but Hecate kissed my forehead just before midnight and that sort of feels like the best kiss you could get on the new year at the McKittrick. I didn't even realize I still had the lip prints on my forehead until I looked at the photo I took just after the confetti was released.

(not the best selfie in the world, admittedly, because I could not see anything with the lighting in there but like! still! the happiness is palpable.)

so... that was my experience with Hecate, and it's one that was comforting in a way that's hard to entirely convey.

I feel like... I'm definitely going to write a story about this...

#sleep no more #hecate did not injure me but admittedly the elevator situation did #I haven't been in this much pain in a long long time #and I think I was a little loopy with it by the end of the night lmao

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