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kaypeace21 · 2 years

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Alot of the plots were good - but some aspects just really made the season overall awful . How dare they do that to Max. I'm livid about that. You really had venca's curse represent su*cidal thoughts- which we see Max overcoming in part 1 . Then part 2: bam vecna k*lls max- the girl who str*ggled with ab*se, a horrible home life ,and throughout the season overcame her su*cidal thoughts but got an awful ending . And while dying she says over and over she doesn't want to d*e. It's cruel. Even if she does wake up from the coma - is she blind and or paralyzed and never able to skate again? Play videogames watch movies ?And for what- vecna is alive , and hawkins was still destroyed. Her sacrifice wasn't worth it. And Eddie's death was not only cruel but pointless too. He didn't even save anyone during the scene. And he literally mentioned how he did not want to become like his criminal dad . They kill him and the whole town thinks he's a worse criminal than his father. And he never graduated - it was "not his year". Aka part of his last words.The erica and lucas scenes of being attacked- honestly deserves it's own post. Also the romance is still low key one of the worst cringe parts of an otherwise great show.

I'm sorry m*leven is still so sus to me. Like besides all their relationship issues, it's weird s1-s4 parallels m*leven to family members. Like seriously side eyeing the Duffers just for those weird family parallels- if m*leven is romantic endgame. I mean ...nancy called herself "ruth" and el was in "Ruth, nevada" (and that's like 1 of 20 examples). Just to name one of many of those weird family parallels. Like why do that?? And yeah if it's an actual romantic declaration - you'd think they'd kiss like they did in the beginning of s4 . Not even getting into retcons like mike saying meeting Will at age 5 was "the best thing I've ever done". But now he says his "life started" at age 12 when he met el- cause "love at first sight" bs trope. Love at first sight isn't real. And mike literally the day they found her was suggesting ways to send her away so they could go back to looking for Will, and when he thought el lied ( about seeing Will alive) he slapped her hand and yelled "what is wrong with you?"2x then later said lucas was right to not trust her. Ummm... love at first sight? That?! Ok?And wow glad Will could hear mike's confession about how the 1st day he was reported missing- mike's " life began". Mike be like : "I knew Will for 7 years , before I met el . And all my friendships prior to meeting el- meant nothing to me- because my life only began when I fell in love with El instantly and rushed into a relationship after 1 week of knowing her (and when we finally Date- we just fight for 2 seasons straight). True love. "

Honestly they parallel robin/vickie/her bf to will/mike/El - which is also sus. Given how (supposedly straight) Vickie and her bf breakup- and Vickie seems into Robin at the end of s4.

But regardless I'm so sick of just getting "crumbs" whether byler is a queer bait or s5 makes byler canon. I'm just tired- especially after how the socials /cast and crew constantly pumped up byler during pride month- before part 2.

Not to mention the fact we have to just see Will lie to mike to help m*leven. Even though he hates lying to mike. Like no that was Will's painting -el thought it was for a crush of Will's (she didn't commission it for Mike at all)! He was just trying to be a good friend and brother by trying to fix m*leven (and lying to mike to fix m*leven's failing romantic relationship).like think about it- mike literally thinks that d&d painting /"heart" metaphor was El's creative idea and something el made as a gift for him . When it was all Will!!! That "heart" line Will says to mike is used again later by Will- to encourage mike to confess he loves El. Will literally uses his own romantic words for mike- to encourage mike to confess to el instead. Gross. If m*leven is endgame- could they do it in a less awful way to Will? Not to mention mike finally says he loves el-partially because he's moved by Will's painting (he thinks is from el). Which is also messy for m*leven endgame. All those words in the car to mike were Will's confession (he literally just replaced his pronouns for "El" and "she/her" ). Even jonathan saw it that way. Will to mike: " you're guiding- inspiring . That's what you do. you're the heart, without the heart (i'd) fall apart. These past few months (i've) been lost without you.(cough mike said the "lost " line to Will first) .When you're different from other people ... when you're different ... sometimes you feel like a mistake. But you make (me) feel like (I'm) not a mistake at all. And that gives (me ) courage to fight on. If (I) seemed like (I) was pushing you away. It's because (I'm)scared of losing you. "

And the fact we're just left with Will sulking in the corner - and being a trope of "sad gay character in love with his (supposedly straight) best friend". And have Will low key fix that the dysfunction het couple - who have trivial convoluted drama/dysfunction every season they date. But never actually resolve any of their fundamental issues - lying, spying, neglecting all their friends for eachother ,etc. Because you know the trope: gays always have to step aside and sacrifice the romantic love they have for a friend -so that same friend can instead live " happily ever after" (in a het relationship). Even if that het couple is dysfunctional and poorly written. I'm gay ... and just so tired of this type of stuff , repeated over and over and over again in media. Do writers not realize bad-rep is much worse than no-rep?Like if byler isn't canon these scenes right here are literally just rubbing salt in the wounds of Will and other gay/queer fans who empathize or relate to him.

It's like i've mentioned in the past a lot of straight writers LOVE the 'sad gay - trope' . Alot of those straight writers don't empathize with us as people, they infact "romanticize our pain" and find it "beautiful" . And just find our suffering "dramatic and angsty" decoration to their story- where they can also add bragging points of being "inclusive". They don't actually care about how problematic the queer rep is -and how it negatively affects us.

Even Will said he'd rather "pull the bandaid off" in regards to romance drama between him and mike. But duffers didn't do that- or give any closure for Will. Nah they forgot his bday and did this instead. Heck, no romantic closure for Will or even the whole st*ncy/j*ncy drama. Which is a whole other can of worms in itself (i'm saying this as someone who doesnt ship either st*ncy or j*ncy). Regardless of what could happen in s5. I'm just tired of how poorly some (frankly most) of the romance is handled in the series.

If m*leven is endgame they did it in the most reductive , stereotypical, predictable, and also hurtful way possible to lgbt fans. Without actually fixing m*leven's real issues to make us like them together as a couple. Heck (not only do they have problems that were never fixed ) : like lying /spying/ mike still hero worshiping her - which were never fixed ). They're now just a cliche ("love at first sight couple", who ever since they started dating have artifical convoluted drama every season ). Literally s3 and 4 are the same: m*leven neglect their friends for eachother, lie to eachother , fight with eachother, then say they're in love. There's no change , no progess they just repeat the same problematic pattern. Forget mike saying in part 1 this was a fight the pairing "couldn't get past" or mike nodding to Will saying maybe he's afraid to tell el the truth, cause she may not like it. Ummm - part 2 doesn't connect to that, why would El not like his confession? Not to mention mike only can say he loves her in s3 and 4 when her life is in danger (and in s4 when Will encourages him to keep talking)- not sus at all. The whole season Mike shares dialogue with brenner - even in the love confession (ick). And lol after his love confession- el won't talk to him. (purposeful hinting it won't work out ? or just horrible writing for an awful romantic pair who always have had poor communication?) Straight-mike narratively just makes mike a sh*t friend too- going from a great , considerate,and observant friend in s1 and 2. But , then the second he starts dating El in s3 :he neglects his friends for 2 straight seasons in favor of El (all while being a not good bf to her for 95% of their relationship). And also he literally said his life didn't begin until el (this is literally insulting to all his prior friendships which were established long before meeting el ). Straight-mike isn' t the "heart" of any party as Will claimed - not anymore (he straight up says his other relationships don't matter. Will, lucas, dustin- pfft his" life didn't even begin " until el ). Some of the worst days of Will's life - pfft mike, his bff, doesn't care about Will's tra*ma cause it gave him the chance to meet el. And he'll say it -right infront of Will. Iike mike could have said he's grateful to have met el in so many ways - but bringing up the day itself like that. Ugh. But in the end, both seasons his friends are the ones who have to help mike retain this supposed perfect romance. And let's get real they have no chemistry as a pairing- Mike just doesn't seem genuine in his love . And the confession incorporating mike's desire to be "needed" and having mike call her a "hero" and "superman'.yeah- hero worship from mike and dependence from el (winning romantic combo) . Also yeah , weird how El's "hero' is her dad and mike's is El. Given again all the family parallels. Heck terry(mom)/ mike saying "I love you" to El- is what gets her to defeat vecna.

And If byler is endgame in s5 - the duffers are overestimating how much bs they can put queer fans through- before they give us a happy ending . Like wow thanks for ending the season with mike & Will standing together, in between 2 other romantic pairings. After you made Will suffer through a bunch of problematic queer tropes (that you may subvert in s5- in like... 4 years). I'd say that framing at the end is a hint of byler- but they did the same framing in s3 only to do this in s4. So they may just leave those hints in the show to string and queer bait us longer. But honestly even if byler is canon in s5 (i actually think it has a decent chance of being endgame ): the Duffers sabotaged themselves. Becuse now bylers are less engaged in wanting to watch s5, and in s5 you'd piss off the m*levens . Cause mike would have lied to El and led her on (or just said it cause he didn't want her to d*e/ he meant he loved her in a non romantic way). But also when mike did his romance speech to El- he said the most messed up stuff right infront of Will ( aka the day Will was k*dnapped is when mike finally felt alive- cause he met El) . THAT'S SO MESSED UP. most bylers probably won't even bother to watch s5 - assuming the worst again too.

So my point is - regardless of whether mike is straight, gay or bi (they wrote themselves into a corner where mike looks bad either way). And his relationships with both of them are messy af.

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #max mayfield #eddie munson

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greenerteacups · 2 months

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Hello! I love Lionheart (literally started four days ago and have read continuously since and am, in a word, Obsessed).

One thing I've noticed that is a common theme among Dramoine fics is how Draco gets away with his pureblood ideology and essentially has no consequences (besides Hermoine's anger/disgust) until his eventual redemption arc through their romance. However, I've noticed that your fic is unique in the way that Draco is constantly held accountable, especially backlash from Ron (btw, love the way you characterized Ron, my boy deserves some justice) and Harry, but especially through Hermoine, who fights back in any way she knows how. So my question is: what are your thoughts on this common trope within the Dramoine fandom? Do you think that Draco's eventual love for Hermoine negates the harm that he's done in the past?

I absolutely believe that love can be redemptive, but that doesn't mean you redeem yourself by loving. It's not about how you feel, it's about what you do. You can love someone a whole lot, but if you don't treat them well, and make a real effort to be good to them, well — I mean, I'm not saying it doesn't "matter," because everything always matters, but I wouldn't say that love has really changed you. Which is to say, I don't know that it's really love at all.

Draco can't be made better by the fact of loving Hermione, but he can make himself better because of it. Reasoning past, getting over, and making amends for his past wrongdoing should — ideally — be part of that development. Now, this is assuming that you want to do a real, honest-to-God, "I'm going to drag this horrible little wet blorbo kicking and screaming into Heroism" redemption arc. Maybe you don't! Maybe you want to write a story about two fucked-up people who fuck each other up more. Maybe you want to write about a bad man who isn't held accountable, and the kind of person that produces. Draco Malfoy can be many people, depending on where you take him, and many of them are interesting without being particularly nice or good. And you can still do great fiction about that! Romances with and between horrible characters can be totally delicious. I'm a big fan of 'em. But the kind of love I personally prize the most — the kind that makes us, if anything can earn this word, really, truly holy — is a love that's so selfless you are willing to be changed by it, and to change for it, and to constantly reforge yourself in order to do justice to the object of your love. It's veneration. It's finding in each other a reason for goodness. That's what I think real humans should look for, and so I guess I can't help trying to write about it when it comes to fake humans.

So when we talk about love as the catalyst for a redemption arc, I think what we mean is: love can awaken you to the personhood of others and ignite latent capacities for empathy that might not have existed otherwise. It opens you up to new ways of seeing, of being — James Baldwin in The Price of the Ticket has a brilliant quotation that captures it perfectly:

"If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earth quake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win."

#thesis statement of my personality and all writing ever probably. so. guess i'll casually drop that on a friday afternoon #thank you for prompting this incredible long spill of rambling. I'm sorry. I love you. thanks very much. <3

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girluninterrupted11 · 7 months

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Next up, one of the most iconic decades....

The time has now come for the 1950s, a decade that I’m sure we are all more familiar with. Poodle skirts, Grease, Marilyn Monroe, all of that good stuff. I know when I think of this decade grease (the movie not oil) is especially what comes to mind, but that might just be me. I remember watching that movie for the first time in my childhood best friend’s basement and being so confused (I was 8 or 9 so cut me some slack here) but still interested. Olivia Newton-John’s character Sandy had this black outfit that I will always associate with the 50s. I don't think I knew much else at the time, besides the classic blond bombshell trope that the time period is known for so for me this was a whole new world. Quite obviously, since then I’ve definitely learned a lot more about fashion and it’s evolution through the decades (I wouldn’t be doing this blog otherwise). Let’s get into it then …

Now, I can't talk about the 1950s without dedicating a good chunk of this post to icons that changed the fashion game. So, first is our blonde bombshell of the 50s. I couldn't do this without bringing up Marilyn Monroe could I? One thing she really popularized was blue jeans (so did other people, like Elvis) which she wore in one of her movies. Now, we obviously all wear jeans all the time, especially Levi 501s. Fun Fact, these are my go-to jeans, just like many people for the past 150 years. Not only did she popularize them but she also showed a different side to jeans, one that balanced glamour and femininity with comfort and practicality. Marilyn is the idea of femininity for a lot of people and I think that this definitely shines in her jean outfits. I think this is something she does really well. Jeans are versatile and can go either way depending on how you style them (which is quite different from fashion before). I do have to say I do love Marilyn Monroe so I might be biased here. I’ve had a massive poster in my room for years (right next to a Kate Bush poster and a Bangles poster). Now, Marilyn is known as being a sex icon and her glamour. The blonde hair, the red lips, the dark eye makeup and the accentuated figure. This is a key part of 1950s fashion, but it's not the only side.

Now, Marilyn is known as being a sex icon and her glamour. The blonde hair, the red lips, the dark eye makeup and the accentuated figure. This is a key part of 1950s fashion, but it's not the only side. Audrey Hepburn is the perfect example (not saying that either is better, but the different aspects of the decade, love them both equally). Her style is a more subtle femininity, one with more elegance. Accordingly, she popularized ballet flats, big sunglasses and capri pants. Personally, I'm really not a big capri pants fan, especially myself, but I think she manages to make them look good. I always feel like they just look awkward and weird. Like why? What’s the point of the length? They’re not short enough to be shorts, but not long enough to be pants. I want to know who got up one morning and said “You know what we need? Pants in that awkward in-between length? That’s what’s missing from my life” Why? It also always makes me think of being a kid and wearing those plaid capris that were popular in the 2000s-2010s and are horribly ugly (if you know what I'm talking about then you’ll get what I mean, if you don't, consider yourself lucky). On the left picture below is Audrey wearing capris for her movie Sabrina (great movie by the way, 10/10 would recommend if you haven’t watched). For some reason I think they look good in this outfit, it's simple but cute nonetheless, and the capris somehow aren't evoking a visceral reaction so I consider that more impressive than anything.

She is also wearing ballet flats in this image, which I will always consider to be timeless and cute. A classic black flat is something that you can never go wrong with. They add just the right amount of elegance to any outfit (like the capris in this outfit) which again is something the 50s really gets right, the art of elegance and femininity.

On the right is an image from Breakfast at Tiffany’s (one of my all-time favourite movies, I’ve watched it a dozen times since I was 10). As you can see she is rocking the chunky sunglasses, which I can absolutely get behind, unlike the capris. I love chunky sunglasses, and they are absolutely a must-have for me in the warmer months. I think some people look better with smaller sunglasses and can absolutely rock them, but I am not one of those people. I wear big sunglasses for the same reason I wear big earrings, it's necessary when you have curly hair (and a lot of it). Smaller pieces just get lost and it becomes pointless. I guess I just have to thank Audrey Hepburn for being able to wear big sunglasses.

That brings us to the end of this segment. From Marilyn Monroe’s sensuality to Audrey Hepburn’s elegance, the 50s fashion trends continue to remain timeless.

Next up, I’ll be talking about my favourite decade so stay tuned !! See you next week xx.

#fashion #1950s fashion #marilyn monroe #Audrey hepburn #old hollywood #sabrina #breakfast at tiffany's

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arrowflier · 3 years

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I absolutely loved your last ficlet, the one inspired by Take Me to Church (well, I love EVERYTHING you write), so I'm here with a thought that maybe you can turn into something:

What if, for some reason, Mickey has to speak in Ukrainian (your pick why, maybe directions to tourists or a phone call with a distant relative) and Ian witnesses it and just goes: 😳🤯🤤🥵😍, followed by "can you do that again when we're in bed"?

Thank you anon! Disclaimer that I do not know Ukrainian, so if google led me astray I apologize.

That Foreign Tongue

They were out in the rig, on their way to a pickup, when Mickey got a call.

He fumbled in his pocket to pull out his phone, frowned at it in consternation as it blared.

“Who the fuck?” he mumbled to himself, then swiped to decline.

Ian looked over as he pulled to the curb outside their destination, curious.

“What was that?” he asked.

“Fuck if I know,” was all he got in answer. “Not a fuckin’ Chicago number, that’s for sure. Not New York, either,” he added before Ian can check. Mandy wasn’t great at staying in contact, but they knew to answer if it looked like it could be her.

Ian shrugged, and reached back to grab the cash bag from behind Mickey’s seat.

“Sure it wasn’t Mexico or something?” he prodded with a forced casualness, and Mickey rolled his eyes as he shoved open the door to get out.

He met Ian around the front of the ambulance, and promptly poked him in the chest, hard.

“What was that for?” Ian asked, wounded, and Mickey clicked his tongue.

“For still fuckin’ fishin’ about that,” he told his husband. “It’s been two fucking years, let it go already.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Ian huffed. “Sorry for wanting to know more about what you did down there that has people calling in the middle of the—”

“That was one time!” Mickey exclaimed, arms going wide. “One fucking time, and I told you what it was about! Roberto needed me to check on his damn kid, it had nothing to do with—”

“Well how was I supposed to know that,” Ian interrupted loudly, “when you were speaking a whole different language?”

“Oh, for the love of…” Mickey trailed off as he stormed away from Ian down the sidewalk.

He wasn’t really mad. They did this song and dance around once a month, still, ever since one of his old contacts had found him and called him up. It stuck in Ian’s craw that Mickey had had people down there, without him, even though, as he explained to him once, he was glad about it at the same time. They both knew it didn’t really matter—sometimes it just needed to come out.

Sure enough, Ian caught up with him after only a few strides, falling in beside him naturally. His cheeks were slightly flushed, but otherwise there was no indication of their brief argument.

Mickey gave him two minutes before he tried to smooth it over.

Ian didn’t last one.

“You know,” his husband started, reaching up to scratch at his jaw. “I’m just making sure none of those foreigners come up here and take what’s mine.”

Mickey snorted. “Yeah?” he prompted. “Think they’re coming for our jobs and our husbands, now?”

Ian’s lips lifted in a grin, their banter back on track the way they liked it.

“I mean,” he said, “I can’t really blame them.” He grabbed Mickey by the arm and brought them both to a stop right outside their drop, tugging him close enough for their boots to kick together on the pavement.

“A hot, red-blooded American man like yourself,” Ian murmured, getting his arms around Mickey’s waist. “You’re quite the catch, Mr. Gallagher.”

“Mmm,” Mickey hummed, leaning up to bring their faces closer. “That right, Mr. Milkovich?”

He was just about to follow it up with a good old-fashioned make-up kiss, when his phone blared again from his pocket.

“Damn it,” he hissed as he thumped his heels back down and dug it out again. This time, he answered it immediately.

“Whoever the fuck you are,” he shouted into it, “you’re interruptin’ something here.”

An unfamiliar voice came down the line, barely audible to Ian where he still stood close but with a clearly chastising tone, and the fight went out of Mickey in an instant.

“Prīvіt,” Mickey muttered, looking almost bashful, and Ian did a double-take. That wasn’t English, or Spanish…he had to try and listen in on a third language, now? When did Mickey even find the time to learn this shit?

Ian watched silently as Mickey listened to whoever was on the line. His husband had folded into himself, holding the phone to his ear with one hand and his elbow with the other, casting a quick glance up at Ian before turning his attention away again.

“Shcho novogo?” he asked into the phone, and then a brilliant smile crossed his face a moment later. “Dobre, dobre,” he said, then “vitayu”.

It sounded like the caller asked him a question, next, but Ian couldn’t hear what Mickey answered, his husband lowering his voice and turning his back. Ian tried not to let himself feel hurt at the sudden shut-out.

A moment later, the call was over with a quiet “do pobachenn'a”, and Mickey faced him again.

Ian wanted to ask, but he waited instead, hoping Mickey would explain. Thankfully, he did.

“So, uh,” he started off nervously. “That was my…like, my great-aunt or something?”

Ian could feel his eyebrows rising. “You have family you still talk to?” he asked, and Mickey shook his head immediately.

“Nah, not really,” he admitted. “But this one, she’s back in Ukraine still, guess she calls around sometimes to check on me and Mandy.” He looked down at the dark screen of his phone, lips twisted. “Been a couple years,” he added. “Didn’t think she had the new number, but uh. Guess one of my cousins just had a kid or somethin', so she wanted to catch up.”

Family was a touchy subject, Ian knew. So he went for the next obvious question instead.

“Ukraine? That mean you speak Ukrainian?”

Mickey just looked at him. “No, Ian,” he offered dryly, “I just thought I’d make some weird sounds and see if she could read my mind from across the fuckin’ ocean.” Ian didn’t respond, so he tacked on, “Yes, I speak Ukrainian. Sort of.” He rubbed his nose, looked away and back. “That gonna be a problem for you?”

It was a fair enough question. But this wasn’t like the Spanish, which was never really the problem anyway. It wasn’t a reminder of time they spent apart, or things he didn’t now. It was just Mickey. And Mickey's voice, and the way it rolled over those unfamiliar phrases so cleanly, so...attractively.

“Not at all,” Ian clarified quickly. Too quickly, maybe, because Mickey’s cautious look gave way to a slow smile.

“Oh, really?” Mickey said, apparently delighted. He grinned even wider when Ian felt his face flush. So his husband sounded hot in other languages, fucking sue him.

“Better watch out, man," Mickey warned. "I hear foreigners like me are out huntin’ down men like you nowadays.”

Ian cleared his throat, and closed the distance between them again. “And that’s a problem how?” he asked.

“Didn’t say it was, miy cholovik,” Mickey murmured lowly, raising a hand to grip at Ian’s hair once he was close enough. Ian’s breath caught at the soft look on his eyes that accompanied the foreign words.

“What does that mean?”

Mickey pressed their lips together once, twice, before pulling back just enough to answer.

“Nothing bad, moye sontse,” he breathed, and Ian shuddered.

“We have a job to do,” he reminded Mickey weakly, like he hadn’t been the one to start this. “You keep saying that weird shit, we’re gonna have to cancel all our pickups today.”

“You better make some calls then, miy kokhanets,” Mickey chuckled against his lips. “But first…”

He pushed Ian back into a convenient alley right next to their original destination, shoving until they hit the rough brick wall. Ian didn’t protest as Mickey started to tug at his camo jacket, getting the zipper down far enough to mouth at Ian’s neck.

“Ya tebe kokhayu, Ian” Mickey muttered against his skin, pressing tighter as Ian clutched at his back. “Let me show you how much.”

Hours later, at home, Ian asked Mickey what else his aunt had said.

"Oh, not much," Mickey answered, snuggling closer. "Wanted to see if we could catch a flight sometime, go visit the old country, that kind of thing."

"Is that something you'd want to do?" he prodded, and Mickey shrugged, shoulders moving against Ian's chest.

"I guess," he said, unconvincingly disinterested. "I'd have to teach you the language, though, none of my mom's folks speak English."

Ian's brain ground to a halt. If the day had been any indication, he wasn't sure he could survive language lessons with his husband.

But never let it be said that Ian Gallagher backed down from a challenge.

"Sure," he agreed, and he was sure of one thing when he felt Mickey smile against his neck--it was going to be the best worst decision of his life.

According to my admittedly poor research, Mickey basically says hi, what's up, good, congrats, goodbye, then calls Ian my husband, my sun, my lover and says I love you. It's most likely all horribly butchered because I only speak English and a tiny bit of German, if you know Ukrainian I would happily take correction.

#daily speedwrite #if you're ukrainian sorry for butchering your language #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #foreign languages #fanfic

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renetess-b · 3 years

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I'm curious as to how episode 5 would go in your swap au

This one’s a bit messy because I don’t have a proper finale for it yet hhhhh

But I’ll share what I have right now:

Once again, the new order of the stone are treasure hunting, in the exact temple the enchanted flint and steel were supposed to be. Unfortunately for them, that was another case of coming out empty-handed.

So they head back home, and just as in the original, Olivia and Axel are distracted by Ivor’s mess of a house. When Ivor asked if they’ve found anything, their answer got him all worked up and worried. They didn’t understand what he was so concerned about, but he told them to go talk to him in the Order Hall as soon as possible and runs off there first. As Jesse and Petra were approaching it, they’ve spotted Aiden, who was nervously shuffling near the entrance. Once he noticed them coming toward him, he regained his composure and quickly came down to business. He said he’d received Jesse’s letter and got here as soon as possible. They wanted to resume their conversation inside, but got quickly interrupted by Ivor. He was really concerned with the fact that someone got their hands on the key for getting the Eversourse. He demanded that they head out as soon as possible, as it may not be too late.

Jesse couldn’t just leave Aiden hanging while they go out adventuring, so she quickly tells him about the confrontation they’ve had with the Ocelots the day that she wrote him a letter. When they realized that they were supposed to find a flint and steel, Jesse says that they’ve heard Lukas, Maya and Gill mention it that day. So his friends might have something to do with this whole situation they’re having right now.

Since Jesse’s group have all the information about that thing Lukas, Gill and Maya were interested in, Aiden wants to go with them. He’s only interested in finding his friends and said he’d leave as soon as they get to them. He’s very reluctant to ask for help at first, especially with how “great” the last time he tagged along with them went, but this was his only lead in months and he couldn’t possibly miss that chance.

In the end, Jesse, Petra and Aiden follow Ivor to the portal, which had already been opened. They didn’t want to waste any more time and enter it.

Luckily for them, Lukas, Maya and Gill arrived only a few hours prior, meaning they still got a chance to get the treasure first. But during that time they’ve managed to leave a really good impression on the Founder. She recognizes them as people who clearly know what they are talking about when it comes to building, and she sees their visit as a great opportunity to exchange knowledge and experience. So things are going great so far for the Ocelots.

When Jesse and the gang arrives, they break the rules by building a bridge. While they were exploring the city, they discover that some other people arrived here not that long ago too and they’ve actually managed to get into the palace. After the witness of their horrible bridge building crime informs the guards, they confront Jesse and the others in order to arrest and escort them to the Founder. Since the Ocelots weren’t shit talking them, their situation is not that dire actually, but they’re still in trouble for breaking the rules.

They’re given a chance to either escape with Milo’s help or surrender. As in the original, Ivor thinks this is the best course of action since it’s the fastest way to get into the palace and Petra’s saying they should leave right now. Aiden actually agrees with Petra at first, but if his friends are really in there, and if that’s the fastest way he could get to them, he’s willing to take this chance. Jesse thinks this all can be resolved if they just talk it out and makes a decision to surrender.

As they’re led to the Founder, they find Maya, Gill and Lukas standing beside her. Of course, Jesse, Aiden and Ivor are greeted with “Oh god, not you again”. As they seem to recognize each other, Isa asked the Ocelots to tell her what they know about them, so she knows who she was dealing with. Basically, they’ve described them as mostly harmless, but unpleasant to deal with.

So Jesse’s telling Isa everything as it is: they didn’t know the rules, it was all a big misunderstanding. And this is the first time the Ocelots have heard about the law that prohibits building and think: “??? Kinda fucked up”. Then she takes Jesse to have a conversation in private on the balcony, while the others are kinda left there to awkwardly wait for them. But Aiden got there with one purpose: to talk to his friends. And he tries to strike a conversation, but is quickly shut down by Lukas. After all, he shouldn’t be discussing personal stuff in a room full of random people, it’s at the very least impolite. But he doesn’t give a damn about being polite, he’s been waiting for this moment for months and doesn’t want to waste it. They actually end up making quite a scene and prompted guards to shut them all down.

As Jesse and Isa returns, naturally, they’ve failed to defend themselves and are going to jail, which shocked both groups. After they’re escorted to jail, Isa and Lukas are having a conversation where he actually questions her decision and laws. He may not like these guys, but getting jailed because of building something is wild. Isa notes that he and those criminals actually share the same mentality when it comes to things like these and warns him that even if they’re her guests, she expects him and his friends to respect her rules.

This time Reginald doesn’t get Jesse and the others out of jail, because he has no reason not to trust the Ocelots. They’ve been nothing but polite and respectful to the Founder and the citizens (well, for the most part). So they’re pretty much stuck there. Their best options are either to wait for Petra to somehow get them out of there or to break out themselves. Which they spend quite some time unsuccessfully doing.

Some time later they hear someone approaching their cell. To their surprise, Lukas, Gill and Maya came to bust them out of jail. Even if things are still pretty tense between them, it just feels like the right thing to do. Besides, a couple of spare hands would be quite helpful right now, as they still need to figure out how to get back home.

Waiting outside of jail were Petra and Milo. Turns out they were caught by the Ocelots while trying to sneak in and they actually agreed to help them free their friends and leave this place all together. So now basically everyone is a criminal and they all need to get out of there quickly.

Now they have a temporary alliance in order to escape while still looking for the Eversourse. Eventually they all end up in the storage room where all the spawn eggs are kept and that’s where they find Benedict. But then they’re confronted by Isa and the guards. She’s very angry that she was betrayed by the Ocelots and thinks that it all was some kind of convoluted plan to get to the Eversourse. So a big fight starts out, which resulted in Jesse, Lukas and Isa falling over the edge and discovering that there’s land underneath Sky City.

Aaaand this is pretty much all I’ve got for now lol. With how things have been going, this episode won’t have some grand spectical finale and they actually could safely escort all people to land, so there aren’t many high stakes there really, so it can be pretty boring.

Also, after this point, there’s no big enough reason for Aiden not to stay with his buddies. I obviously didn’t go into too many detail with dialogs and how the scenes play out (otherwise this post would’ve gone on forever), but by the end of this episode Maya, Lukas and Gill actually want to make things better again with Aiden, or at least try.

But at the same time I really want to send Aiden adventuring without his friends as it progresses his character development even further, plus him interacting with Jesse, Petra and Ivor even more and in ways he never did in the original is such a blast to imagine and write.

So yeah, these are my thoughts

#mcsm #mcsm au #mcsm aiden #mcsm lukas #minecraft story mode #role swap au #swap au #long post

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unicornprincessinthetardis · 6 years

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My (often relatively reasonable) dad: ...so Enoch Powell was right, what he said has happened.

Me: and you don't think maybe he could've said it without inciting racial hatred and literally saying that in time the rivers might run with the blood of 'native' British people because of immigration, do you?

My dad: no, you're being ridiculous, it had to be said, and there really are areas of cities that are majority black or Muslim now so he was right in his predictions, and it didn't change how things were anyway

Me: *goes away to calm down and read up on the 'Rivers of Blood' speech*

[I already knew some of this but here's a précis for those unfamiliar: in April 1968, in Wolverhampton, UK, a Conservative MP, Enoch Powell, made a speech, about the proposed 'Race Relations Bill' (which subsequently made it illegal to refuse housing/ employment/public services to people on the grounds of race/colour/ ethnic & national origins).

The speech was strongly anti-immigrant, calling for 'voluntary re-emigration' and for moves to be made to stem the tide of immigration, else Britain would be 'overrun' and sooner or later white British people would find themselves fully second-class citizens, and that in some ways they already were. He also talked about a "tragic and intractable phenomenon which we watch with horror on the other side of the Atlantic", which I take to mean immigration in the USA to the similar end of white people no longer being in charge - which in 1968 was so far from the truth, and just horrible baseless fear-mongering, playing on people’s xenophobia and racist prejudice - and compared pro-immigration/anti-discrimination newspapers to the ones that had denied and hid the rise of fascism and threat of war in the 1930s. Plus, he talked about a constituent of his, a woman who lived on a street that had become occupied by mostly black people, who lost her white lodgers and complained to the council for a tax rate reduction because she wouldn't take black tenants, and instead basically got told not to be racist, and presented it as a bad thing that she'd been treated like that.

The speech's common name comes from a phrase he quoted from the Aenid (because he was also a Cambridge-educated classics scholar), 'I seem to see "the River Tiber foaming with much blood"', although he just called it 'the Birmingham speech' and seemed to be surprised by the uproar he caused.]

Me (to self): So it didn't change things did it? How do you explain the attacks against nonwhite people where the attackers literally shouted his name and repeated his rhetoric? Oh, they would definitely have happened if he hadn't made that speech, wouldn't they? And the British people of foreign descent who were so afraid they might be removed from their lives just for not being white they always had cases packed to go? And the fact that experts says he set back progress in 'race relations' by about ten years and legitimised being racist/anti-immigrant in the same way UKIP and some pro-Brexit types have done within the last few years here (fun fact: immediately after the Brexit vote, people were being racially and physically abusive to visibly Muslim and/or South Asian people, telling them to leave because of Brexit, which was of course extreme nonsense because their presence would be nothing to do with the EU, and more likely the British Empire and the Commonwealth, but they were doing it because it seemed suddenly okay to be openly racist, because Nigel Farage and his ilk, and a legally non-binding vote surrounded in lies, said so) and others have done elsewhere, in the US and Europe and Brazil and so many other places.

Powell was interviewed about the speech in 1977 and stood by his views, said that because the immigration figures were higher than those he had been 'laughed at' about in his speech, he was right and now governments didn't want to deal with the "problem", were passing it off to future generations and it would go on until there was a civil war!

He also said he wasn't a 'racialist' (racist) because he believed a "'racialist' is a person who believes in the inherent inferiority of one race of mankind to another, and who acts and speaks in that belief" so he was in fact "a racialist in reverse" as he regarded "many of the peoples in India as being superior in many respects—intellectually, for example, and in other respects—to Europeans." (I mean, I know I can't hold him to our standards but a) that's still racism and b) he did think that mankind was divided into very distinct, probably biologically so, races, which, yes, normal for the time, but the whole 'each with different qualities and ways in which they were better than others' is iffy)

Me: *goes back to Dad to make my point and definitely not get upset* So here are some things that literally happened as a consequence of the 'Rivers of Blood' speech...

So even if he was correct to say what he did (I mean, he wasn't but you have to tiptoe around Dad and I had points to make), he shouldn't have said it the way he did

My dad: so you think the truth should be suppressed? You're only looking at this from one perspective (he thinks he knows better because he was alive at the time and my brother and I weren't despite the fact that we're both into politics and history and, y'know, not into scapegoating, behaving oddly, and laying blame because people are different to us - he and mum also have issues with trans people and we're trying so hard to change their views/behaviours but I'm not sure it's working & that's a whole different story) and there are these areas that really are Muslim-only (because informal lending and wanting to keep the community together is such a crime, right?) and they don't integrate and want to impose Sharia law (only he couldn't remember what it was called right then) and you don't know what it's like (he is an engineer surveyor and travels all over to inspect boilers and cooling systems and all sorts of stuff, and this includes into majority-Black or -Asian (Muslim and otherwise) areas in Birmingham - which is not a no-go area for non-Muslims, I'm a deeply agnostic white woman, it's my nearest big city and I wish I went there more often but it's tricky as I don't drive, public transport is bad/inconvenient, and I have no friends to go with except depression and anxiety [which are worse 'friends' than the ones that I found out only liked me in high school because I always had sweets and snacks at lunch so when I got braces and my mouth hurt too much to eat much of anything which meant I certainly didn't have snacks, they dropped me pretty quickly] so apparently he's the expert on all such matters)

What I wish I'd said: *staying very calm* well, and that's your opinion, I'm going, I've got sewing to finish *leaves*

What actually happened:

Me: have you considered that they are able to buy up areas like that because white people leave because of their prejudice against the 'influx'?

Dad: they buy up great areas because they buy in groups (I think this refers to a sort of community lending thing to be compliant with various parts of Islam? [Please correct me if I'm wrong] which is effectively what building societies/credit unions were, at least to begin with, and he doesn't take issue with those) and want to stay together. Why do they do that? Sikhs don't do that, they buy big houses and aren't bothered about being close together.

Me: different religious ethoses? I don't know... But you do know that they people who want the UK to be a caliphate ruled by Sharia law are just a minority, and that most Muslims would not want that at all, just like you?

Dad: but they still do want it, and it could happen, if there was a charismatic leader,

Me: *incredulous* you know it's about as likely for that to actually happen as for strictly Orthodox Jewish people to be able to make this country into another Israel, right? Besides, there are the police, and the armed forces, and intelligence agencies, not to mention the Government and civil service (thought I'd got a win there, he hates the unchanging upper-class-public-school-Oxbridge nature of the people who effectively really run the government, constant no matter the leaning of the elected party, but no) who have a vested interest in preserving themselves in their current state so would be able to stop anything like that

Dad: yes, but the cutting of funding to police and public services means they might not be able to stop it (I realise now that he's oddly economically left-wing but also really quite socially conservative in some ways)

Me: *getting angry* but it's still an absolute minority, most Muslims would be horrified if it really did happen, and have you ever considered that maybe they wouldn't be so ill-disposed to us and to integration if we didn't demand it of them the moment that they arrive, demand that they assimilate or go away (he often uses the phrase "yes, but they're in somebody else's country, they should make an effort") and maybe young people wouldn't be so easily radicalised and people generally mistrust the people who don't try to understand them, you know, want them to change everything about themselves (for instance, Dad is violently opposed to the burqa etc and not really a fan of the hijab - still doesn't get that it's a choice and people can do what they want because apparently 'anyone could be wearing one of those things' - burqas/niqabs, I presume - and that it must all be forced because who would possibly choose to dress like that - I have half a mind to show him those sites about Christian modest dressing (one was a shop and a lot of their range was pretty cute!) that I once found, just to see if that'll prove to him it is a choice thing) *tries to leave*

Dad: *angry* You stay there and listen to me! You're just looking at it from one perspective and that's not the truth, you're so biased and closed-minded, you only look at things your way!

Me: *furious* Really? Really? Am I? *Scoffs/incredulous exhalation* I'm closed-minded, am I?... *Storms out, shouts as I go* I'm not the one who said Enoch Powell was right!!

This is all heavily paraphrased, because I've been writing this for literal hours now and I was angry and don't remember well at the best of times, it may have been worse than how I'm writing it

Also, going to be tricky to patch up but right now I stand by what I said, because I know my perspective is limited, but at least I actually admit that and try to find out what people different to me think, rather than basing all my opinions and things on my own experiences which can't be universal, as he seems to

Other bs my dad said during the two conversations: "don't get so upset about it, it's only history" (which is bold, considering it was the 50th anniversary this year and he was literally 11 years old when it happened so probably saw/heard news coverage)... "Yes of course far right groups use 'Enoch was right' as a slogan, it doesn't mean anything"... Reiterating the 'nothing changed' thing multiple times... Dismissing the fact that Powell said there'd be a civil war because apparently just because the British/Europeans were aggressive conquerors anyone else who came in numbers anywhere would eventually have that aim and how ridiculous that view actually is... Dismissing the fact that Powell basically incited racial hatred and violence with the inclusion of an irrelevant Classical phrase which spread fear on all sides...

I could go on but I'm so tired and don't want to make myself more upset

I love my parents but I really don't like them very much lately but I don't know if I just put up with it or leave sooner or later and if I do leave I don't know where I'd go because no friends

Basically I'm so sorry for my parents' prejudices which I'm still trying to unlearn myself - I apologise wholeheartedly to all Muslim and Jewish people and honestly pretty much everyone they're prejudiced against

#personal #personal post #my ramblings #my rambles #ramblings #rants #my rants #family #british politics #politics #rivers of blood #enoch powell #religion #anti-immigrant sentiment (not mine #i'm so done #and so alone #i just want a friend #and ideally an income of some description #but if i register for jobseekers' allowance/universal credit i will have to try all the time to get jobs of all kinds and i don't know what #i want to do/am qualified to do/can do bc potent cocktail of autism/anxiety/depression/no self-esteem/perfectionism/home situation #im just horribly stresssed and worried about everything and mum won't go to the doctors about her failing physical health to spite me #and dad has the cheek to say don't worry!! oh thanks i'd never thought of that before!#mum had an ovarian cyst when i was a kid & she didn't go to the dr till it was so bad she could hardly walk so she was in hospital for week #and it could've been dealt with so much more easily if she'd gone earlier so i'm so scared it'll happen again #i mean i'll be able to look after us if it does happen again which is good bc grandparents absolutely can't now #anger #very long post #long post #islamophobia tw #racism tw

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flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash · 6 years

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Hi! Sorry if this is a bother, but do you happen to have a fic rec about your favourite Snamione/Lumione fics? :D I'm in need of some reading material tbh 😂

Hey! Oh, I can definitely give you some favs! I only recently got back into reading Snamione and Lumione, so I’m very behind on fics, and have a spreadsheet of like 200 fics of those two ships that I tell myself I’m going to read, if I ever have the time haha. I’ll give you the ones I’ve read so far that I really enjoyed. They’re mostly pretty long fics, because I tend to lean towards epic fics with loads of character development. If you do happen to read any of them, feel free to let me know what you thought! :D

I’m putting a keep reading bar because this got a lot longer than I expected it to.

For Snamione:

-Chasing the Sun by Loten. This is my #1 favorite Snamione slow burn so far. It’s pretty long, has a reallll long slow burn, but is SO worth it. I dare you to read the first 3 chapters and not be hooked with the background tale she weaves of Snape. And that’s all I’ll say about that one, otherwise I’ll write an entire essay on how much I friggin LOVED that fic.

-Post Tenabras, Lux also by Loten. This is another amazing one. Not as much of a slow burn, and it’s set 10 years post-war. But holy shit, it’s SO good. Loten is a genius writer, and she delves into the psychology and mental health of Severus and Hermione in such a beautiful way in both her longer fics. She portrays all the horrors of Snape’s past in a way that gives you all the feels, and then allows him to finally get the love and redemption that (I think) he always deserved. I walked around with a huge, goofy smile on my face the rest of the day when I finished both this and Chasing the Sun.

-Pet Project by Caeria. This is a long as HELL slow burn. Seriously, it’s like almost all slow burn, which got a bit frustrating at times, but also, I love the torture of slow burn, and this was torture of the utmost level. It’s one of those fics where you squeal in happiness the first time Snape doesn’t openly sneer at Hermione and instead just neutrally glares, that’s how slow of a burn it is haha. It’s so much fun to see Hermione trying to be on Snape’s side and have his back, while also not wanting him to know that’s what she’s doing. It takes forever for her to win him over, but that’s what makes it so captivating a read, at least for me.

-The Love You Take by Subersa. This is a very interesting fic, in that Hermione is cursed by Voldemort to be sexually bonded to the first man she sees when she wakes up. He means for it to be Dumbledore, but Dumbledore pushes Snape in front of her, instead. So, we start off the fic with Hermione being cursed to need sexual release from Snape on a VERY frequent basis. I was really hesitant to read this one, because they sleep together really early on in the fic (and I tend to prefer slow burns), but holy crap, this author kept me hooked the entire way through. Besides the plot being phenomenal, she proved me wrong in thinking I couldn’t enjoy a long fic that started out with smut. The diversity in the love/sex scenes was just…ugh, so good. It never felt repetitive or boring, and the very end of the fic, at the post-war ceremony, had me in tears. It was beautiful.

-Of Muggles and Magic by Aurette. I just finished this fic on Friday, and it was a glorious historical AU Snamione fic. It starts out when Hermione is 11 years old, and goes through her growing up, in a way that is very different than her canon Hogwarts experience. It has a very Pride & Prejudice and Jane Eyre type of feel, which was really fun to read. And there were some hilarious parts that had me choking back cackles while reading on my work breaks. This was my first time reading a fic by Aurette, and I know it will most certainly not be my last, because her writing is phenomenal.

-Clash of the Conjurers by llorolluvia. This is another one where Snape and Hermione are cursed together, thanks to Voldemort. In this one, Hermione is cursed to obey any and every command Snape gives to her. She’s seen by the Death Eaters as a sort of “pet” for him…but he quickly comes to see her as much more than that. This was another fic that wasn’t a slow burn, but still kept me captivated the entire way through. I especially loved the other characters’ reactions each time one of them found out about Snape and Hermione’s relationship. That’s a trope I adore, when the others find out and are so enraged and suspicious, but then they slowly see little moments of Snape showing affection towards Hermione, and come to learn that he really does care about her, after all. Le sigh.

-Debaucery by Desert_Sea. This is a post-war fic where Severus has handled his demons by…basically…becoming a playboy. He goes around sleeping with every woman he meets, since he’s now seen as this attractive, bad boy, war hero. Hermione is pretty disgusted with him…but also intrigued to know if he’s really as good in bed as all the other women around her say he is. It’s a funny and sexy fic, as are all of Desert_Sea’s fics that I’ve read so far.

-Doing it for the Order also by Desert_Sea. This is one where Snape (and the other Death Eaters) are cursed to sleep with at least one muggle once every week, courtesy of Voldemort (he sure does like to curse this couple lol). Rather than Snape try to find a new muggle each week, Dumbledore enlists Hermione to help Snape with his, uh, little problem ;)

-Tango also by Desert_Sea. This one is just pretty much a few chapters of PWP but omgggg it’s so hot! One of my favorite Snamione tropes is them dancing together in front of the rest of Hogwarts. And that’s how this fic starts out. With a sexy as fuck tango, which leads to even sexier as fuck smut.

-Teaching Miss Granger by OracleObscured. So, I am only about halfway through this fic, mainly because if I read more than 2 or 3 chapters at a time, I run a very real risk of spontaneous combustion. This is a huge fic of pretty much pure porn. It’s also mainly BDSM porn. It’s dirty as fuckkkk and it gets me too overheated to read a lot of at once, so I pick it up here and there to read a bit of when I feel physical prepared to do so.

-Quartet also by OracleObscured. So, like the other fic by this author, this one is pretty much all porn with some plot thrown in. But, this one is a Hermion/Snape/Lucius/Draco fic. Yes, they all fuck her at the same time, as well as on their own. Draco is more like her sub in this, Lucius is the loving, sensual dom, and Severus is the authoritative, I’m in charge dom. They all play really well off one another (altho not gonna lie, I prefer Severus the most). It’s another dirty as hell fic. It’s not completed, which is a good thing, because I can only handle this one a chapter or two at a time, when it updates.

For Lumione

-Eden by obsessmuch. Okay, so this story is not for the faint of heart. It is angsty as hell, and the ending…omg, it will ruin you. I still think about it months later. Like, it’ll randomly pop up in my head and I just sit and stare at the wall and think “holy shit” because it just messed with my emotions that much. This fic honestly ruined me for most other Lumione fics, and I am struggling to find any other fics of this pairing that come close to this one. Lucius is NOT fluffy or romantic in this. He’s the canon Death Eater Lucius that I imagine him to be. He’s a horrible man, and he treats Hermione horribly. In fact, he tortures the hell out of her in the beginning of the fic, and I was at first shocked by my own fascination with the story. But I just…I couldn’t stop reading. This book sucked me up, wouldn’t let go until the ride was over, then spit me back out an emotional wreck. Their relationship is unhealthy, obsessive, Stockholm Syndrome at its finest, and if you dare to read it, I would LOVE to hear what you think about it.

-Ninety Days of Darkness by Fragilereality. This is another darker Lucius fic (altho not nearly as dark as Eden). Hermione is a prisoner in Malfoy Manor, and the two are forced into an engagement by Voldemort. It’s a very interesting tale, although I will say I read this pretty soon after reading Eden, and I just couldn’t stop comparing it to that fic. So this one is great, but I should’ve given myself time to process my feels over Eden before trying to read it.

-For Pure Blood by malfoycouture. So, I haven’t finished this one, which makes me sad, because it had me HOOKED in the beginning. Hermione finds out that the order needs a rare ingredient in the war against Voldemort, an ingredient only the Malfoys possess. So, she offers Lucius a trade: the ingredient for her virginity. What I loved about this fic was all the characters were so damn smart, and always a step ahead of each other. Not just Hermione and Lucius, but also Ginny and Narcissa. It has a lot of intrigue and is action-packed, but for some reason, I think that’s what kinda made me drift from it. I made it about 18 of the 22 chapters in (the chapters are pretty huge) before I lost interest and drifted off to read a Snamione fic, instead, and I have yet to come back and finish it. Perhaps I shall try to do so in the near future.

-Girl Talk by Snapes_Goddess. This fic is on adultfanfiction.net, and the set up of all those fics is really weird now, with these weird symbols in place of all punctuation, so if you can’t look past that annoyance, I totally get it. I found this fic back when I was first obsessed with HP fanfiction yearssss ago. And honestly, just about anything by that author is fabulous. She writes a lot of Snamione and Lumione fics, both short smutty ones and longer ones. I was obsessed with her back in the day, and Girl Talk is one of my favorites of hers. It’s mostly smut, but also has a romance to it. Basically, it starts out with Lucius overhearing Hermione tell Ginny that she’s never had enjoyable sex. He offers his…”services” and god damnnnnn the smut is hot in this. Lucius is a sex god. I go back and re-read certain chapters of this fic more times than I care to admit. Mostly the first 5 or 6 chapters. The scene where he fucks her up against a pillar at a Ministry ceremony, with Harry and the others only a few feet away… *fans self rapidly*

There ya have it! Those are the main Snamione and Lumione fics that popped into my head that I’ve enjoyed! If you know of any others that you’d recommend, feel free to throw em my way!

Also, I’m currently reading this AMAZING vampire romance/mystery fic I found on Wattpad (it’s the first non-fanfiction fic I’ve read in a long time, but I’m hooked). I actually have been picturing a younger Severus as the lead vampire while reading it haha. If anyone is interested, go check it out. It’s called Belle Mort by Bella_Higgin. It’s the first in a series of 3 books, and it perfectly blends together humor, mystery, and sexiness. I’m just now discovering how many amazing original novels are on Wattpad, and idk whether to cry in happiness or scream in despair that it’s going to cause me to add a billion more books to my “need to read” list lol.

#snamione #lumione #harry potter #hp #ash reads #fanfiction #krennicsorrento

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mysmessmistake · 7 years

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Um...Sorry but I'm actually quite new to this. Just wanted to ask what your personal favourite headcanons are for RFA+V+Saeran+Rika if it's not too much trouble Just saw your tumblr today and I'm currently in love~ XOXO~♡

please don’t besorry, I like these kinds of requests. Thank you very much for your words, itmeans a lot to me, everyone is so nice. These may be a little gruesome andcould be triggering, so just be warned. Also, I think I’ll keep adding to thislist, because I’m sure I can think of more in the future. Oh, this also probably shows which characters i really like.

Yoosung

General

even though it’s basically cannon poor boy probably has allnighters once a week

Has definitely been kicked out of the library at closing time at least 10 times

Also??? Kinda think this poor child has problems concentrating

Personally I think it goes beyond being distracted by LOLOL

I headcannon this boy as Dyslexic

Not because of anything we’ve seen in the game

It’s just my opinion

Cosplays + goes to conventions like Comic Con

Collects game figurines

And pins/brooches

Into Manga and anime

Also loves YouTube gamers

Jacksepticeye, Markiplier, Game Grumps, Kubzscouts

Plays other games besides LOLOL

Usually story based games

Really likes Telltale games

Relationship

bad kisser at first

Also MC is probably his first kiss poor Yoosung

He’s trying to be a Manly Man but expect him to cry during movies

Jaehee

General

Prefers blue over black pen

Also had social anxiety when she was younger

but luckily grew out of it

Has nightmares about her parents deaths

She’s beast at gift giving

Has had panic attacks before due to work

Really like LOTR

Relationship

Biromantic & Asexual

Loves cuddles

Kinda bad at romance

Coffee dates

Zen

General

While he may act very confident, he’s self conscious

That’s kinda Cannon isn’t it

Constantly worried that he’s making the wrong choice

Really bad at fixing cars

Horrible at cooking

Sorry Zen

Relationship

Bisexual

Romantic obviously

Won’t rush into anything though bc he still protects his heart

Jumin

General

didn’t want to follow in his father’s footsteps for a long time

But eventually just accepted it

Relationship

Demiromantic

I really don’t have much on Jumin sorry

Saeyoung

General

Depression

Anxiety

Panic attacks

This poor boy

Also I headcannon him as pansexual and genderfluid

Loves dressing in dresses/skirts

He’s a cutie

Will literally flirt with everyone

It’s insane

Bull will blush if someone he’s actually interested in flirts back

Saeyoung.exe has stopped working

Literally belches out any song he likes, anywhere, anytime, with anyone

I saw someone headcannon him as autistic and I kinda agree with that

But I don’t know too much about autism

He’d be the kind of person to own a fidget spinner/cube

I think Saeyoung has self harmed before

Relationship

needs reassurance like he needs air

Demands cuddles 25/8

still tries to push MC away some times out of fear for their safety

flusters easy

pretty good at being romantic

but probably turns it into a meme somehow

Saeran

General

Major trust issues

PTSD, anxiety, depression, insomnia

This poor child

Please help him

Self harms

Night terrors

Saerans night terrors would consist of screaming and trying escape the room out of pure fear

Panic attacks

Side note; after he’s calmed down after the panic attack, he’d really appreciate his partner just holding him

Time for some things a little more light hearted

Loves making shapes out of clouds

Really good at art

He won’t admit it, but he loves his brother and he’s glad to be back with him

Great cook

Fills up sketchbook after sketchbook of images of his nightmares

I said lighthearted but we always come back to angst don’t we

Relationship

asexual

I see a lot of people making Saeran very sexual, which is fine

But personally I think he’s asexual

Also gives 0 fucks about someone’s gender

Tsundere

“You’re a fucking idiot that needs to eat or you’ll die”

What a sweetheart

Also needs reassurance and patience

General

depressed

Why do I always want to hurt these characters

HIS HAIR SMELLS LIKE BERRIES

FIGHT ME

Doesn’t get sick easily

But when he is sick it’s pretty bad

Also probably doesn’t look after himself

At all

It’ll just be enough to pass as ‘healthy’

Relationship

Biromantic & Asexual

Me and my asexual headcannons honestly

Also loves cuddles

Always soft??? He’s like an actual human pillow

It’s insane

please look after him he wont do it himself

Vanderwood

General

doesn’t enjoy his work, but it must be done otherwise he dies

Scared of dying

Not the pain, just the thought of not existing anymore scares him

Probably smells like cigarettes and fuel

Won’t admit it but he has a lot of respect for Saeyoung, especially after everything with his brother and the agency

Likes the idea of the RFA but probably not enough to join it

Writes poetry

Don’t ask

Relationship

pansexual

Tsundere like Saeran

Normal people have pet names like 'babe’ or 'darling’

Not him

He’s more of a 'idiot’ or 'bastard’ kind of guy

Rika

I’ve never had a big opinion on Rika, she was just the antagonist of the game to me, so I guess I never really thought beyond that? Maybe I can come up with some in the future

#mystic Messenger #mystic Messenger headcannon #mystic Messenger imagine #mystic messenger Yoosung #mystic Messenger jaehee #mystic Messenger zen #mystic Messenger Jumin #mystic Messenger saeyoung #mystic Messenger 707 #mystic Messenger saeran #mystic Messenger v #mystic messenger Vanderwood #mystic messenger Rika

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5lazarus · 7 years

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I'm really sorry about your father ruining your tomato sauce :/ but also I've been meaning to read your stories forever (but work happened) and now I FINALLY got to read at least all the millrat au snippets and I'm crying it's too good. ugh you write them so beautiful as young parents who don't know what they're doing (but they try). Your writing style is really great. It's succint and alive. (1/4)

The characters are so wonderfully complex yet it’s put down so wonderfully simply. It can be hard to get the right emotion across in dialogues, but the way you write characters, there is so much more than “the right emotion” that comes across. it’s clear that they’re complex, that there are things unsaid and things that shouldn’t have been said, that they run through thoughts and emotions as quickly and constantly as people do, without losing focus and without becoming chaotic (2/4)I really like how you handle your characters and their circumstances. There’s no making things prettier than they are, no drama or tragedy added for the sake of adding it. It’s very real and very down to earth. They’ve got flaws and sharp edges and strengths and what not. You can put so much in the little things. There’s some comedical stuff happening and then some godawful shit and it’s all just, you know, real. That’s how life goes. Still, your stories feel balanced. (¾)-

and the fourth ask disappeared? This is the convention for answering multi-asks like this, right?

Thank you very much! I’m particularly proud of the Millrat AU, and what I’ve done with Lily’s character. It’s so easy to go into Mary Sue territory with her (and thus flanderize Severus) and so giving her issues she grapples as much as Severus faces his own–drinking too much, resenting that the Wizarding World took her childhood, struggling to remain optimistic while being a good mother and raising a kid as a 20 year old in the middle of a terrorist war. There’s a quote one of my favorite writers said, Raymond Queneau: “Many novelists take well-defined, precise characters, whose stories are sometimes of mediocre interest, and place them in an important historical context, which remains secondary in spite of everything.“ That’s kinda what I was trying to get at here, and I feel like most of us in fandom feel–we don’t care about the action/adventure, we want to watch these characters breathe. So we get Lily and Severus fighting over her drinking and his triggers, you see Severus realizing he can’t expect his child to understand how important getting wanded is to him, and Mary annoyed at how their all-consuming passion is actually just obnoxious, they’re a bunch of obsessed kids–except Lily’s fighting a war and Severus is barely making ends meet.I’m really glad somebody picked up on how Severus and Lily (and Harry, in the Stepfather AU) and Mary are all constantly self-censoring! I was hoping that technique would work. If/when I actually sit down and write it out, that’ll become a major issue. I want to, just so that there’s a fic that has Lily actively resisting junior Death Eaters by herself, without James Potter or Severus Snape to the rescue. There’ll probably be more drabbles on her and Mulciber. I want to explore how the battlefield began in the halls of Hogwarts–I really do think Severus and Mulciber and Avery, in 7th year specifically, and the Marauders were skirmishing before the battlefield. It may not have been specifically about blood purity in Severus vs. the Mauraders, but it became about it once he chose Mulciber over her.

Lily’s a fascinating character–she’s kind, she’s compassionate, but she’s naive and self-righteous and pretty fucking horrible to Severus over the Werewolf Incident. How do we reconcile it? There’s a difference between having a flawed character and a contradictory character. Hence, the Millrat AU: desperation and passion and a lot of naivety, working out because I want them to be happy for once, goddammit. They deserve to be happy. And Lily deserve to be something besides a dead mother. It’s bad writing otherwise, and yall might’ve noticed I’m pretty arrogant proud of my writing. I use fanfic to hone my craft, and so we’re going to get 19th century social realism pastiches until I feel ready to write it independently of another person’s universe. If JK Rowling and Emile Zola and Jane Austen with a dash of Roberto Bolaño could combine into one person, I’d never write anything ever again, I’d just read and reread and reread everything that they’re doing…but I think they call those people Zadie Smith and Hilary Mantel (and I guess David Mitchell before he started writing fanfic of his own work), who are probably the best living writers in English.As for the tomato sauce--it’s pretty funny. Just seriously not what I was expecting to see at 2 in the morning, and then wake up to my father still scrubbing out the pot. (There is still sludge on the bottom, but I think it’s almost in cooking condition)

#asks #severely-severus

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1) Feel free to keep rambling! Not only I love talking with level-headed fandom people, but our opinions seem to converge (even if my wording comes off as weird/wrong because of Tumblr's word limit). Anyway. I had many issues with S2, besides Serena's arc I mean (I'll get back to her). Blessed be the goddamned plotholes! Fred becomes a cockroach that just won't die (Red Center), because he's essential to the plot. Same goes for Aunt Lydia. (Although I'm kinda glad that she's alive, because

2) I LOVE Dowd’s acting and I’m excited about her background story.) Emily comes back from the Colonies and is smfh 100% healthy. Moreover, Gilead has been surprisingly lenient with Fred and Serena’s constant fuckups in S2 (mutilated fingers aside). June won’t leave with Emily, bc MOTHERHOOD (more like there’s a s3 on the horizon and drama is needed). And don’t get me started on that slow pace. The beginning and the finale were explosive of course,but some mid-season episodes?

3) They were dragging on and on. Examples? 2x11, where only 2 things happen: a) June gives birth to Nicole, b) Fred and Serena make it clear that they want to tear each other apart (duh). The only redeeming qualities of that episode was the wolf symbolism and the excellent cinematography. I get it, the series is successful and has more seasons ahead. But if only they had squeezed some episodes, it would have been so much better.

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OMG YAY!!! I’m gonna answer these in pieces since I’ll prolly flood a giant essay otherwise. Cos, lbr, if I didn’t know better, I’d swear I had multiple personalities and was secretly sending these to myself from a fugue state, that’s how much we agree! Cos I’ve just read through all your messages and sat here going “YES! YES!” lol. I think you, me, maybe 5 other people on tumblr, and 1 TV reviewer are of the same mindset and it’s such a relief to find others who are reasonable and critical about the show/Serena.

Yes, Fred not dying was just so fucking stupid I couldn’t deal. Like, it’s not even like, “Well, he didn’t die which is crazy but he’s horribly injured and disfigured cos I dunno, he was like 15 feet FROM A MASSIVE BOMB EXPLODING.” But noooo. Instead we get Fred in hospital with a scratchy throat for like a few weeks, and when he comes back he’s got a little bit of a limp. No burns, nothing. And, to top it off, he’s got all the strength and balance of a perfectly healthy man to whip the shit out of his wife. I get they needed to get him out of the way and out of service so Serena and June could have all sorts of treasonous hi-jinks together but surely… they could have considered having Fred not 15 feet from the bomb. It killed handmaids that were way farther away than that. Just a thought. Deffo an eye-roll moment.

Aunt Lydia I’m less irritated about simply cos, like you, I love Ann Dowd and think she’s done a fab job. And we honestly haven’t got enough of her backstory and I wanna know that too. I think this show can only really captivate if it tells ALL the women’s stories, not just the victims. Like how does a woman become an Aunt? How do they justify that? Or is it simply a type of socio-religio-politcal brainwashing, akin to a lot of Nazi Party supporters? Is she a True Believer? Like, honestly, wtf is up with her? Like, cos so many of us can empathise with the Handmaids and we understand how that came about–but it takes more sides to tell a full story. So, Aunt Lydia being back… I’m not too fussed about. I really do consider Emily so damaged that I would never trust her with a baby–but that’s me. She’s been so broken, so traumatized, and like I don’t blame her at all ofc, but she needs softness and patience and no stress ever again. Like, she is not well emotionally by any stretch.

Which leads into the Colonies bullshit. That was just really bad writing. She, Janine, etc, were there for MONTHS. Like, June ran away and was gone for 92 days (Thanks for that count, Serena!). And then add on whatever time passed between her being returned to the Waterfords house and when Lilly set off the bomb. That is a long ass time to be splashing about in radioactive waste. Emily’s teeth were falling out, right? Like, how she went from literally dying of radiation poisoning to “Totally healthy enough to pop out some totally healthy babies!” I’ll never understand. The loss of the Handmaids in the bombing isn’t a good enough reasoning. A dictatorship like Gilead could easily have just conscripted a bunch of Econowives with the sweep of a pen. That is how these militant theocracies work. They’re already half-indoctrinated anyway. It was dumb to put Emily and Janine there in the first place if you knew they had to come back, as they are main cast members.

I always thought Fred and Serena were getting away with too much but I wrote it off as Fred (and Serena lbr) being a HUGE part of bringing about Gilead in the first place so they get some leeway. But then, you see Warren and Cushing being dealt with fairly severely for basically hearsay. (Okay, Warren’s I get cos you had outcry from Janine in a massively public display and backup from Naomi.) I guess because Fred/Serena’s fuckups were a little more ~private, they could excuse/lie about them/cover them up them easier? Cushing was dealt with way to easily. Like… no. “Fred” signs some paper and suddenly Cushing is being disappeared immediately. I suppose Fred took over Pryce’s place in the hierarchy? Who knows. And from what I understand, nobody in SOJ knew about June’s escape to the big country house. But c’mon, one Handmaid kills herself, the new one another starting shit every where she goes with other Handmaids and is pals with two of the most notorious other Handmaids (Emily and Janine), then is “kidnapped”, is partners with the bomber, then runs away again, then again… Sigh.

June not leaving… I just… it was so obvious that she wouldn’t cos otherwise there is no show. But why bother with all that drama then. Like, what if Emily hadn’t been there??? June had no way of knowing she’d be meeting up with Emily. She would have just dumped Nicole in some van and run back? Ugh.

And the pace was bad. ITA. There are whole episodes I don’t even bother with on rewatches. I thought the season premiere was great, then it fell of a cliff and lost my interest until about the 5th episode? Then it got going nicely (altho 2x07 wasn’t great either), then took another nosedive in 2x10 and sort of coasted almost aimlessly until the finale. I don’t like to hate on June but honestly the really 100% June-centric episodes bore the shit out of me. 2x02/03 and 2x11 being the biggest culprits. I’m just tired of the excessive use of flashbacks that all basically say the same thing now. And Moss is a great actress but there’s such thing as too much of a good thing. Not to mention, Nick and June bore me to tears as well (SACRILEGE! Send the indignant rabid fangirls on a rampage into my inbox!) so when there’s a lot of focus on that clusterfuck of inanity, I tune out. I can’t help it. I find them so annoying lol. (Which is were I usually lose common ground with basically everyone in this fandom cos everyone loves Nick for some reason I just cannot understand. If you like him, I apologise! I just can’t. I liked him more at the beginning but as it’s gone on the less I give even the slightest shit about him.)

Also, like I found 2x02 and 2x03 to just be… a waste of time? Like, okay, we got to see the Econopeople and how they live or whatever but to me, there was zero point to the whole thing because we all know June isn’t going to get away with it. So, why waste 2 whole episodes building to something everyone knows ain’t happening just for the sake of some worldbuilding that I’m guessing could have been done some other more cogent way? 2x04 was basically just to show more breaking June down in various ways. Then 2x05 was just to show the Colonies and had a lot of filler in it about that. I still don’t understand the point of the “wedding” bits. It wasn’t uplifting or hopeful at all. It was still really dark, like killing the Wife. I only really liked watching Serena go apeshit because her babyslave isn’t making proper gossipy conversation. It’s just an interesting angle cos finally Serena gets what she asks for with a super obedient Offred, and low and behold, it actually sucks and she wants June back. Story of Serena’s life and she never fucking learns lol. And Aunt Lydia flexing on Serena was hilarious. I just enjoy watching them go head to head. Not to mention the grotesque child brides thing. Gross. Super gross. Like, a bunch of stuff happened but I’m not convinced it needed to be dragged out over 4 episodes like that. Not to mention it was all really depressing. I remember watching and going, “JESUS, this show is fucking depressing. Why am I torturing myself?”

But yeah, 2x11 was super slow and all the important things that happened (that you listed) could have taken 10 minutes. Like I get too that she had to see Hannah in order to… make her decision in the finale make sense??? Was that the reason? I still don’t know. All of this could have been dealt with way more quickly and with just as much emotional gravity had it been done well.

I really like Moira but she’s been given shit all to do. I liked how we got a little insight into her and Odette. A LITTLE. But a huge weakness is that the Toronto peeps are so divorced from the drama that it often seems, not pointless, but something like it. It definitely slows the pace down to a crawl. That’s why I thought 2x09 worked well because it married both worlds. (I will never understand why 1x07 exists the way it does. What a stupid episode. I do not care about Luke’s journey, tbh. I’m here for the women–good, evil, or inbetween; not an entire episode devoted to him–especially not when we could have had Moira’s instead. I accept that his is intertwined with June’s attempted escape but… meh. It’s just like I will never care about Nice Guy TM Nick’s backstory or character. I don’t care about Fred’s childhood, or Warren’s marriage, or Luke’s manbabying, or Nick’s manpain. Eek.)

I dunno. Personally I think it could have been tightened up a bit better. But again, what do I know? I’m just a viewer. I’m sure other viewers have completely the opposite opinion.

#rants and raves #Anonymous

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ghostsinthewoods · 7 years

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Chapter Six: Pizza Party

The entrance to the club was like some sort of horrible monster's mouth. The monster roared, but instead of just noise, it was lights and club music. People came and went, entering and exiting the mouth. They all looked like dorks.

Mae almost wasn't sure why she was there. She'd been feeling awful lately. Bad dreams. Headachey. Whatever.

She had a mission, didn't she? Mae had to, one, apologize to the guy she thought was the guy she put in the hospital; and two, try and get Bombshell's info. Like, at least her Chattrbox account. Mae was going to keep coming until this was a thing.

On top of all of that, a night out with Bea was always fun. Bea had been reluctant to bring Mae along at first, but Borowski was nothing if not persistent. The two friends stood on the precipice of clubbing. They were, like, dungeon explorers. Or something.

"Mae, are you sure you're up for this?" Bea asked. There was real concern in her voice. Once again: Mom Friend.

"I'm good," Mae said. She'd meant to sound confident. She wound up sounding like she wasn't certain herself. She looked at Bea out of the corner of her eye. "Hey… if I see Andy in there, can you, like… back me up?"

"You don't even know if he's really Andy Cullen," Bea pointed out. "That being said, I will absolutely be in your corner, Maeday."

That brought a smile to Mae's face. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing for Bea to be a Mom Friend.

Jackie was waiting for them inside of the club. Well, she was waiting for Bea. Mae just happened to be there. While Bea and Jackie exchanged pleasantries, Mae scanned the crowd.

Yup. He was there. Andy, or Drew, or whoever he was, was out on the dancefloor. He was just sort of standing around. Not really moving to the beat. He had a shy, uncertain smile on his face as he sipped from his red plastic cup.

Alright. Deep breaths. Deep, deep breaths. There was no need to panic about this. Mae had been able to apologize to Levy, right? Levy had been cool. He'd even shared his drugs with her. That was, like, the opposite of someone being angry.

"Hey, Bea…" Mae started to say, but she stopped. Bea and Jackie were talking about something going on at Jackie's school. Some protest, or something. It was intense, Jackie-as-hell talk.

Mae didn't want to interrupt. I mean, obviously this was important, but Mae couldn't just butt in on their conversation. Even if what Mae was doing was super important and interesting.

Besides, she had a clear path to him. If Mae waited too long, the dancefloor would be cluttered with dancing hipsters and gyrating dorks. Mae wasn't gonna try and make her way through a crowd like that. It was now or never.

Mae made her way across the dancefloor to where Drew was standing. Bea could keep talking about protests or whatever. Mae wasn't nervous or upset or anything. She was good. She was confident, and no one could prove otherwise.

"Hey," she croaked out when she was close enough. Drew blinked a few times. He seemed surprised that Mae had just walked up to him and started talking. That was kind of understandable. As far as he seemed to know, he'd only met her once.

"Oh, hey… uh… you," Drew said. He gave another one of his nervous smiles. It just drew attention to his weird, bent nose. Mae winced when she saw it. She hadn't done that, had she? She hadn't been paying attention when the… incident had happened.

All she remembered were the shapes. Red shapes.

"You okay?" Drew asked, and Mae snapped back. She'd started drifting off for a bit. She tried to regain her composure. Tried to.

"Hey, so, I wanted to ask you something. Sorry if this is a weird question." She laughed. It was not a natural laugh at all. If Mae heard someone laugh like that, she'd think they were a serial killer.

"Is your last name Cullen?"

The club seemed to disappear for a moment. The music, the lights, the other people, they were all gone. Everything was frozen in time while Mae waited for an answer to the question. She hoped he'd say 'no'. She wanted to apologize, and she wanted closure, but most of all she wanted this to be a mistake.

Please, she thought, let it be a mistake. Please, please, God, don't let his name be Cullen.

The amazed look on his face, however, wasn't a good sign. Slowly, the club returned to normal time as Andy gave his answer.

"How did you know?" He asked. "Wait, did we go to school together?"

Oh, eff you, God. Thanks for nothing.

Mae felt the world start to spin. She wasn't sure what to do. She wasn't sure what to say. What could she say? She'd been planning for this, and now she was completely helpless.

"Start a fire. Start a fire and escape in the confusion."

Mae tried to ignore the Dream Casey's bad advice. She generally tried to do that. It hadn't been too easy lately, though.

"No, I… I just remembered you from softball," Mae said. "In, uh… in middle school."

The look of pleasant surprise on Andy's face changed to one that wasn't as easy to read. What was it? Fear? Sadness? Anger? Whatever it was, it seemed like softball was a sore subject for him. This was a bad idea. But Mae was already in this deep, and she didn't know what else to do except keep on going.

"Yeah, I guess that would be kind of memorable, huh?" Andy said. He took another sip of his beer, chuckling a bit. "God, that's not something I wanted to think about tonight. Were you… at the game where it happened?"

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. An entire explosion of shit.

He really didn't recognize her. That was good, Mae guessed. Sort of. But how would he react to finding out? She somehow doubted he'd take it as well as Levy had. He didn't look anywhere near high enough.

Then again, maybe this was all just a coincidence. Maybe he was a different Andy Cullen who'd had an unfortunate experience at a softball game. Yeah, sure! There were probably hundreds of Andy Cullens who'd been hospitalized during a softball game.

No, wait. That was dumb.

There wasn't anything else Mae could do, it seemed. Nothing but talk. And Mae was awful at talking.

"Yeah," Mae said. "Yeah, I mean, I was sort of there. At the game. I… uh… I…" Mae's eyes went wide as she began to trail off. Her focus shifted away from Andy, zeroing in on something in the distance.

Andy frowned. A look of genuine concern appeared on his face. "Oh, jeez. Are you okay?" He asked. He sounded seriously scared for this girl he barely knew.

But Andy didn't need to be concerned. He hadn't seen what Mae had seen, so he didn't know what had caused her to trail off. But behind Andy, at the back of the club, was the bar.

And at the bar, sitting on a stool with a drink in her hand, was the Bombshell.

She hadn't noticed Mae yet. The dancefloor wasn't too crowded, but there was still enough activity that Mae would be difficult to spot. But that was good. If she'd seen Mae first, Mae might have had a panic attack.

"Hey, hey!" Andy said. "Are you alright?" He reached out to try and shake Mae back to reality, but she brushed him aside.

"Yeah, nice seeing you too," she said, practically sleepwalking past him and towards the bar.

Part of Mae was actually more scared of Bombshell than she was of Andy. After all, Andy was just a dude she'd hospitalized. Bombshell was a cute girl. Cute girls mattered a whole heck of a lot more than hospitals.

Their eyes met by the time Mae was at the edge of the dancefloor. Mae watched helplessly as her crush smiled and waved at her. Okay, good. She recognized her. That was good. And terrifying. That put a lot more pressure on her.

"Hi, it's me," Mae said when she made it to the bar. Talking to her had been so much easier last time. "You know. Mae. Borowski."

"Hey, you," Bombshell said with a small smirk. "Haven't seen you around here in a while. How'd your ghost situation work out, Borowski?"

Oh, great. She even remembered Mae's little confession. Good. This was good. This was not a problem at all.

"Oh, you know, fine," Mae said. "Turns out it wasn't a ghost. Just a cult. But now a ghost is, like, in my head, or something, and I don't know what to do about that."

That got a laugh out of Bombshell. Mae wasn't sure if that was a good sign or a bad sign. She was gonna say it was mixed for now.

"You're an interesting person, Borowski. Did you know that?"

Mae chuckled. "Yeah, well, being interesting is all you can ever hope to be."

That brought a round of polite laughter out of both of them. This was going pretty okay. So far, Mae hadn't puked on herself or bumped into a doorframe or anything. And, despite talking about the ghost in her head, Bombshell didn't seem to think she was crazy.

Actually, that was a little weird. Even Mae thought she was crazy, so why didn't this girl? Whatever. Mae could come back to that later.

"You know," Bombshell said, setting her drink on the bar top. "You and I didn't really get a chance to talk last time. Not for long, anyway."

"Yeah," Mae chuckled. "I mean, I didn't even get your name or phone number or anything."

Bombshell snickered. "Is that your way of asking for my phone number?" She asked.

Mae immediately backpedaled. "What? No. I'm… don't. No reception. Phones. Phones!"

That made Bombshell laugh again. Why did this girl keep laughing at her? Mae was funny, but she wasn't that funny. She hadn't, like, busted out any really good jokes or anything.

"So," Bombshell said, "you wanna get outta here?"

Mae's face immediately felt hot. Oh, jeez. Was she asking what Mae thought she was asking? This was going pretty quickly. Holy crap. Mae didn't think she was ready for that sort of thing. "Well," she said, "I mean, my friend was my ride, so I don't think I could, like, go to your place."

Bombshell raised her eyebrow, a smirk on her face. "Not what I was asking, Borowski. I was talking about pizza. Do you like pizza?"

Well, that was a dumb question. "Everyone likes pizza. You show me someone who says they don't like pizza, I will show you a liar."

Once again, Bombshell was laughing. Mae was trying to be funny that time, though, so it worked out. She was starting to feel less and less awkward. Of course, Mae always felt awkward, but she was at least reaching normal levels of awkwardness.

"Alright, well," Bombshell said, straightening herself up. "You wanna hit up the pizza place across the street?"

"I mean, I don't have any money, so I'll eat pretty much anywhere," Mae said.

Bombshell didn't laugh this time. She just smiled. It was this weird, knowing smile. Was this the face people made when they flirted? Mae didn't have a super whole lot of experience with flirting. She'd kissed maybe two people in her life. And the last time she'd tried to talk to someone cute, she'd wound up with a mouthful of trash spaghetti.

"Alright, then. I'll pay, but you owe me," Bombshell said. "I'll meet you at the pizza place. You're probably gonna wanna tell your friend, right?"

"Yeah. Tell her about pizza," Mae said. "I'll meet you at pizza."

Mae watched as Bombshell walked off into the crowd of dancing dorks. She couldn't believe she'd done it. She'd set out to talk to the Bombshell, and she did the talking part. She talked real good.

She had a feeling she was forgetting something, but Mae dismissed it. For now, she had to find Bea.

"You know, Borowski, when I said you should tell your friend, I meant, like, tell her where you would be," Bombshell said. "I didn't think you'd invite her along."

Mae, Bea, and the Bombshell all sat in a booth table at the pizza place near the club. Bombshell had ordered a medium pizza, half pepperoni, half cheese. A safe bet. She'd already helped herself to a slice of the cheese.

"Yeah, see, I figured," Bea said.

Mae gave them both an embarrassed look. Jackie and Bea had been talking with some third girl about, like, corporations or net neutralities or something. Mae couldn't help but feel like she'd interrupted something.

This was important, though. The imporantest. It had been a long, long time since Mae had been on anything that could be considered a date, and her last date had ended with the guy covered in puke and Mae on the back of a tractor. Mae needed a friend with her. Just to be safe.

"Well, you're here now!" Mae said, laughing a bit too loudly.

Bombshell had an amused little smile on her face. Why was she always smiling? What did she know? What secrets lurked behind those purple bangs? Mae grabbed a slice of pepperoni and stuffed it into her mouth so as to not make a fool of herself.

Bea and Bombshell shared a look. It was a look that said, 'Can you believe this?' 'No, dude, I can't.'

"So, uh," Bea said. "It looks like you've got everything under control. I'm going to get back to the party. I'll be near the entrance if you need me."

"It was nice meeting you, Bea," Bombshell said as Bea slid out of her seat. Mae frantically grabbed at her friend's sleeve, pulling her close to whisper.

"Don't leave, Bea," Mae said. "I have no clue what I'm doing."

"You'll be fine. Let go," Bea muttered, pulling to get her sleeve free. All the while, Bombshell was just watching.

Eventually, Bea managed to tug herself out of Mae's grip. Her sleeve was a little torn, Mae noticed. Ugh. Mae had used her claws without even realizing it. Great. Bea was gonna be pissed about this.

Beatrice walked away, and soon Mae and Bea were alone in the pizza place. Well, there was Casey, but he might not be real. Still, it was rude of him to sit in on this lovely pizza date without being invited. That was such a Casey move.

"Your friend seems nice," Bombshell said.

Oh, God, she was trying to start a conversation. Act natural, Mae. Act. Natural.

"Oh, yeah, she's pretty cool," Mae said. "She knows a lot about… hammers. And, uh… taxes?"

"Those are important things to know about," Bombshell said, helping herself to another slice of cheese. "God, the pizza here's horrible. Don't hold it against me."

Mae's eyes lit up. Finally, something she could talk about.

"Well, I mean," Mae said. "You obviously haven't heard of the pizza scale."

Bombshell laughed. Again. Always laughing. "The what?" She asked.

Mae took another slice of pepperoni and took a bite, trying to focus. Focus on pizza.

"Well," Mae said. "There's this… scale. And on one end, there's the worst pizza. The uneatable stuff. But, like, everything above that is good as hell. You know? And it keeps going into, like, infinity."

"Profound," Bombshell mused. "Now that I think about it, that makes a lot of sense."

"Thanks," Mae said. "It's an original idea I came up with myself."

Silence. No sound except the ambient music the pizza place played and the noise of people munching on pizza. Despite what she'd said about the scale, Mae had to agree that this pizza was kind of awful. That wasn't gonna stop her from eating it, though.

God, though. What else was there to talk about? Mae didn't know much about this girl, except she had cool hair and was hot as heck. Mae was rusty at the whole dating thing.

Casey had always been good at dating. In the last years of high school, he'd kind of built up a reputation as a playboy. He hadn't been too proud of that reputation, though. Still, Casey had a way with people he was into. What would Casey say in a situation like this?

"You should definitely tell her that you seriously injured the last dude you kissed."

Ugh. No. Wrong. What would the real Casey say? Not dream Casey.

Well, he'd probably be honest. He'd joke around. He'd do what Mae was trying to do, but with more confidence.

Okay. Confidence. Mae could at least pretend to have that.

"So, uh," Mae said as she finished off her third slice of pepperoni. "This might sound a little nuts, but… I came to a party here last month, and I was kind of bummed out that I didn't see you."

Bombshell's smile went from quietly amused to… well, it was just a genuine, flattered smile. "That doesn't sound nuts, honestly," she said. "Okay, maybe it's a little nuts, but no more nuts than some other stuff I've heard."

Mae winced. "Uh, yeah. I guess some stuff I say doesn't make sense to people who aren't me."

Bombshell shook her head. "No, not from you. Although… yeah, you are a little hard to decipher, Borowski. But no, I'm talking about my ex."

"Bad experience?" Mae asked. She knew a little something about relationships not working out. Although she doubted Bombshell's story could top Mae's prom story.

"God, she's this whole thing that that neither of us have time for," Bombshell said.

And this time, they both laughed.

It was only when Mae reached for a fourth slice of pizza that she realized they'd eaten it all. Had they just eaten really, really fast? Or had more time passed? Mae looked up at a clock hanging over the exit and was surprised by what time it was.

"Wow," Mae said. "Didn't realize we'd been here for this long."

"Time is mysterious," Bombshell said. She placed a few bills on the check that had come with the pizza. Slowly, she stretches as she stood up out of her seat. Mae tried her best not to stare.

"This was fun," she said, smiling at Mae. "But I've gotta get going. I have classes tomorrow, and I can't miss them."

"Oh, yeah, me either," Mae said, and immediately regretted it. The two shared some laughter again. It took Mae a few seconds to realize that Bombshell wanted her to walk with her.

The two exited the pizza place and made their way to a small, grey car parked along the sidewalk. Mae noticed a good number of bumper stickers on the rear of the car. Apparently, Bombshell was pretty involved in wildlife groups.

That was cool. Mae wasn't that involved in, like, anything.

"Well, uh," Mae said as she watched Bombshell open up the driver's side door. "I guess I'll see you around, then."

Bombshell smirked. "Not if I see you first," she said. She paused just before she stepped into the car. "Borrrrrowski."

Oh. Jeez. She was doing that again. Mae smiled, waving dumbly as Bombshell drove away from the pizza place and into the night. The last thing Mae saw of Bombshell that night was a hundred bumper stickers telling her to donate to various wildlife funds.

"So, it seemed like things went pretty good for you," Bea said as the two drove back to Possum Springs.

Mae had been drifting off when Bea spoke. Something about the long dark of a highway at night made her sleepy. "Whazzat?" She mumbled, her eyes half-open.

"Uh. Your Bombshell?" Beatrice said. "You talked to her? You ate pizza? You also tore up my sleeve, but we can talk about that later."

"Yeah, pizza's good," Mae mumbled. "I dunno. She kept, like, laughing and smiling, and it was weird. I think she was making fun of me."

"If she was making fun of you, I don't think she would have bought pizza," Bea commented. "I'm pretty sure she was just flirting with you, Mae. People tend to laugh and smile when they're flirting."

"Do they?" Mae asked. "I mostly just, like, freeze up. Or ruin my chances with them."

"That's a winning strategy right there," Bea snarked.

"You know," Mae said, adjusting herself in her seat to wake herself up, "all this stuff lately, with the making amends, and the ghost in my head, it's gotten my all edgy and sad and weird."

"Wait, what was that about a ghost—"

"But, like, I dunno. Doing normal person stuff made me feel almost normal. Like, eating pizza with a cute girl, or hanging out with you at a club, makes me feel like I'm not a complete nutjob."

Bea gave Mae a worried, disapproving look. "Mae, you're not a nutjob. You've got issues, but they're issues that lots of people go through."

"Bea, I get what you're saying, and I'm sure you're right, but I put a kid in the hospital," Mae said. "There's this big, black thing in my head, and sometimes I feel like it's going to swallow everything."

Bea was quiet. She reached out to turn off the radio. That was a shame. Mae liked the noise. She liked having stuff in the background.

"Are you talking to Dr. Feldman about this?" Bea asked.

Mae groaned. "No. I mean, I'm not… telling him a whole lot. I told him I smoked weed, but—"

"Okay, Mae, you can't just keep saying stuff like that and expect me not to question it," Bea said. "You smoked weed? Why? When?"

"Last Sunday," Mae said. "And, uh… I dunno why. Just felt like a thing to do."

And, there it was; Bea was making the Mom Friend face. Ugh. Mae appreciated her worrying, but she so didn't want to talk about this now. She wanted to sleep. Her stomach was upset from the pizza.

Pizza and talking to a cute girl really took it out of you.

"Mae, I didn't help your parents find this guy so you could not talk to him," Bea said. She had this whole stern but concerned tone to her voice. Cranky Mom Friend. "You tell him all of this shit, okay? Otherwise he won't be able to help you."

"Okay, okay," Mae said. She sighed. The next appointment wasn't for a few weeks. Mae had a feeling she'd have a lot to talk about when the time came. Her headaches and dreams were getting worse. And, to top it all off, the big day was coming up for Gregg and Angus.

No. Now wasn't the time to think about all of this. Mae had had a good night. She'd eaten pizza, talked to a hot girl, and didn't make an ass of herself at that club for once.

This was good. Mae was good.

…

"Aw, frick!"

Mae's outburst nearly caused Bea to swerve off the road. Probably a bad idea to scream in a quiet car like that. Yeah. Bea looked at Mae, a bit of panic in her expression.

"Whoa, what?" She asked. "Are you okay?"

"I forgot to get her details again!" Mae said. She slapped her hands to her face, covering her eyes in shame. "I didn't even get her name! Frigging crap!"

"Wow. This time, you don't even have running after me as an excuse," Bea said. Mae noticed the slightest hint of a smirk on her face. Of course she was smirking. Of course she was. Sarcastic Mom Friend.

"Don't rub it in, Beatrice," Mae grumbled. "I'm already sick from the pizza. I don't need you making me feel worse."

"Hey, I'm just saying, you've gotta step up your game, Maeday," Bea teased. "Keep this up, and you'll grow up into some old, crazy cat lady."

Despite how she was feeling, that made Mae smile a bit. "Eh," she said. "I'm getting there."

The two friends shared a laugh as Bea's car drove down the seemingly endless expanse of highway before them. The night sky met the dark of the road, and in that moment, everything seemed to be connected. Mae stared out into the dark until she finally fell asleep.

#night in the woods #nitw #nitw postgame #nitw fanfic #ghosts in the woods #mae borowski #bea #beatrice santello #bombshell #fan fiction #postgame #part 6

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marichatobsession · 7 years

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I honestly tried to keep myself from sending you another request (I feel like I've asked for too many already, I'm sorry!) but I can't help myself.. Can I have some MarChat with “Just because I am here. And you are there. Doesn’t mean we have to resort to this.”? :'>

“Just because I am here. And you are there. Doesn’t mean wehave to resort to this,” Marinette said.

“Of course it does,” Chat Noir told her cheerfully. “It must be fate that we both ended up hereat the same time.”

They had “run into” each other on Marinette’s way to theChinese New Year festival. Every year, Paris held a celebration for theChinese New Year. Marinette’s mom always loved to go, so Marinette was on her way tomeet them. Adrien, however, had overheard her tell Alya about the festival anddecided to make an appearance as Chat Noir.

Adrien had invited Alya and Nino as his civilian self, butthey were otherwise engaged. That only left Marinette, but she always seemed soawkward around him. However, she was perfectly normal with Chat Noir, which ledto his plan of spending time with her this way.

“Come on, just take a stroll with me around the festival,”he pleaded. He had been trying to convince her for ten minutes. “I don’t have anyone else to walk with.”

“I’m sure any of your other fans would just die to hang outwith you,” she assured him. “Besides, I promised I would walk around with mymom and dad.”

“Did you just admit to being my fan?” he asked with a wink.

“Marinette!” a voice called. She turned around to see herparents walking toward them.

“Oh, Chat Noir!” her mother said. “Do you have an interestin Chinese culture?”

“A little bit,” he replied, scratching the back of his head. A brilliant idea suddenly struckhim, and he said something in Chinese to Marinette’s mother. They had a shortconversation with each other, leaving Marinette and her father to watch inconfusion.

Finally, Chat Noir linked his arm with Marinette with a grin.“Let’s go!

“Wait, what?” she asked as he dragged her off.

“Have a good time, you two!” Marinette’s mother called. That traitor, Marinette thought.

“What do you want to do first?” he wondered brightly. “I’venever been able to come to one of these, so I’m looking forward to it.”

She sighed, resigning herself to a day with Chat Noir. Althoughshe didn’t actually mind his presence, it wasn’t how she imagined spending theday. Honestly, the only bad part about it was trying to keep track of whathappened with him when she was Marinette versus what happened with him when shewas Ladybug. Sometimes it was difficult to keep the two from blending together.

“Come on, Kitty,” she said, pulling him to afood stand. She had a decent chunk of pocket change, since she had been savingup for this event for a while. After she ordered a serving of dumplings, ChatNoir pushed her money away.

“I’ll pay for everything, since I’m forcing you to drag mearound,” he told her, pulling his wallet out of his pocket. He’d taken out allof his identification, just in case.

“Are you sure, Chat Noir? Some of this stuff-“ she started.He put a finger on her lips.

“Really, I want to,” he promised before handing over themoney.

After getting their dumplings, Chat Noir looked at themcritically. His father wasn’t the adventurous sort, so he hadn’t had theopportunity to experience anything new in a while.

“They’re pork dumplings,” Marinette told him. “They’re astaple for Chinese New Year dinners.”

He took a tentative bite out of one. “Wow, these are prettygood.” After devouring his half, he said, “What’s next, Princess?”

“Let’s go watch the parade,” she suggested

They made their way further into Chinatown until they foundthe parade. It was pretty packed, though, so Chat Noir pulled Marinette closerand extended his staff. They landed on the ledge of a building, providing botha great view and a great place to sit above the crowd.

“Maybe coming with you wasn’t a horrible idea,” she said with a giggle. It was comforting to beable to sit and watch the parade without dealing with so many people.

They were quiet for a few minutes. Occasionally, Marinettewould make a comment about a costume or tell a story about a character in theparade. Chat Noir found it fascinating, and he listened to every word she said.Although he had heard some of the stories before in his Chinese lessons, heliked to hear them in her voice. He even asked questions to things he knew theanswer to, just to keep her talking.

After the parade ended, they remained on their ledge to waitfor the crowds to dissipate.

“So, Chat Noir,” she said. “You never told me you knewChinese.”

“I’m a man of many talents,” he replied, flexing. “We’d behere until the next Chinese New Year if I told you about all of them.”

She rolled her eyes. “How did you convince Maman to let mespend the day with you?”

“It’s a secret,” he replied with a lazy grin. “I even madeher promise not to tell you or your dad.”

She crossed her arms. It looked like she was going to haveto start learning Chinese if she wanted to keep up with them. “It’s cake time!”

“Cake time?”

“Me and Maman get New Year’s Cakes after the parade everyyear,” she replied.

She was becoming increasingly aware that this felt more likea date than two friends hanging out. The alarming part was that she enjoyed theidea more than she thought possible. Chat Noir was just a friend, she told herself. Hewas her partner. That was all.

These were the thoughts running through her head as she wrappedher arms around his neck and tried to keep the heat from rising to her face. Heeasily leapt down to the street, and they headed for a nearby stall.

She ordered two cakes, which Chat Noir insisted on payingfor. This, too, made the day feel even more like a date.

“Can’t you just makeone at the bakery?” he asked, examining his cake.

“We make a few to sell during this time of year. But if weeat the ones we make, it doesn’t feel like a celebration.”

He took a bite. It was a fairly dense cake, and only lightlysweetened, but he liked it. After they had finished their dessert, Marinettesaid, “Okay, there’s only one more thing on the agenda, Kitty.” Her words werelight, but she suddenly felt depressed that their night was ending.

“I’m up for anything, Princess,” he replied.

“We need to find a good spot to watch the fireworks,” shetold him.

Twenty minutes later, Chat Noir and Marinette were sittingon a rooftop waiting for the fireworks to start. He had bought a blanket withChinese patterns across it and laid it down for their comfort. They sat side byside, just barely touching.

“So, what are the fireworks for?” Chat Noir asked. He knewthere was a story behind them, but he couldn’t quite remember what it was.

“There’s a legend about a creature called the ‘Year’,”Marinette started. “Once a year, this creature comes out to hurt people andspread bad luck. One of our ancestors a long time ago found out that Year isafraid of the color red, fire, and loud sounds. The fireworks are to fight Year and bring in good luck.”

Chat Noir smiled at her. “Thank you for spending the day with me,Marinette.”

She flushed. “It was no problem, really.”

As the fireworks started, Marinette couldn’t help thinkingabout how fun it was to share her culture with him. Her heart throbbed at thethought that the day was about to end. She wanted to spend more time with him,to tell him lots of stories, to touch him, just to be with him. That’s why, asthe fireworks started to wind down, Marinette looked up at him. As he turnedhis gaze to meet hers, she leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Hecupped her face with his hand, deepening the kiss. Although he hadn’t plannedfor today to turn into a date, he found, as the day wore on, that he wanted tokiss her more than anything in the world.

And that night was the first night a certain tom cat landedon Marinette’s balcony.****This turned out to be my longest fic yet, so I decided to add a keep reading line, lol. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

And you don’t need to be sorry for sending me requests! I love getting them! Especially Marichat ones. Send me as many as you’d like! :)

Disclaimer: All of my Chinese festival info came from a little research, but most of it came from here. However, I don’t know if any of this information is at all true, so don’t take this fic as a cultural lesson, lol.

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bitchfitch · 3 years

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babylon artfight resource

as you can tell i play it Very fast and loose with this boy, just get the color pallet right and your good.

an excerpt from one of the things ive written with him:

Why isn't he looking? The man there in the very back of this dingy little tavern with his nose in that massive old book. Nobody ever ignores him when he plays, so how is this man Not Looking?

Babylon sings a little louder, bows his violin while forcing a bit more of his natural charm in along side every note. This rest of this little inn was looking, smiling dazedly as they danced and sang along to songs they didnt know they knew, songs they would forget as soon as he stopped playing. It wasn't often he let himself do this, playing in front of people who weren't guarded against him, but he needed the coin, and this town needed someone to come steal away their troubles for just one night.

But why isn't That one paying him any attention? Even when Babylon wasn't trying to charm people, his music still stole wills easier than he took wallets. It was something innate about him that did it. Nobody without some form of protection could resist him.

And yet, even now as his own feet begin to hurt and his voice grew strained, that man hadn't looked at him once. He's not deaf, Babylon saw him turn in response to the waiter talking to him. He doesn't seem to be protected in anyway, usually when his magic brushed against countercharms it felt like dragging his nails down a chalk board, but he felt nothing of the sorts from the man. He just seemed completely and wholly unaffected.

That was… Interesting.

He let the final note taper off as he came to a stand still. The tavern goers clapped, the applause tapering off as they blinked their momentary confusion out of their heads. Some might realize they had been charmed, most don't, and no one caused a fuss about it tonight, that he could be greatful for.

If Babylon was a wise man, he would take his earnings and leave, return to his home in the attic of a different tavern. The glorious one that sat in the center of their bustling capital, that wasnt at all like this one here in the very back of a town litteraly called Dead End.

But he wasnt a wise man, he was a curious one with a stranger to try and figure out.

Babylon decided he didn't quite feel like being tactful, and slid into the booth seat across from the stranger. Before he was even fully settled the man spoke without looking up from his book.

"Your playing was beautiful," He had a strangeness to his voice, his tone was flat and it didn't sound quite right coming from his mouth, too deep, too… Something that Babylon couldn't name,

"Thank you," Babylon smiled, nobody ever remembered what he sounded like after he had finished playing. Which was a shame, he'd spent so long cultivatimg his skills that it always felt like such a waste when he could play as horribly as he wanted to and still have everyone who heard bending to his will. But he was still proud of everything he'd worked to learn, "To be honest I kinda thought you weren't enjoying the performance," He cocked his head, "I'm curious whats in that book that kept your attention,"

The man was quiet for a moment, he was so still, his eyes didn't move in his skull and his skin had a sickly yellow tint to it. Definitely not anything he was trying to be, Babylon concluded. He shouldn't fimd comfort in the fact that he wasnt the only one trying to hide a monstrous face behind that of a half elf's, though he felt he was definitely doing a better job at it.

Finally the man spoke, "I liked it a lot," he said simply, "I didn't want to stare, so I kept my head down,"

something pinged in the back of Babylon's mind. Oh, the man was Lying, he wanted to stare. Of all the boons he got out of his wretched deal, this one was always the most useful, "Is that so? I don't mind being stared at if I'm being honest, I actually like it quite a bit. I don't think I could be a performer otherwise,"

"People do not like it when I look directly at them. The bar keep said it was creepy," The man said truthfully, still apparently giving his full attention to the book in front if him,

"I want you to look at me," Babylon started, if his music couldn't charm this stranger maybe something a little more direct could? and if it couldn't… well the very thought of that made his heart race. "You're… Interesting and I think I want to figure you out," he purred, flirting always worked for him, hopefully it would work here,

The man finally looked up and imeaditly Babylon understood why people didn't like him looking at them. His eyes were just wrong, too still and slightly glazed, not wet enough, and the iris was a strange greenish silver. But, it didn't feel like the stranger was looking at him, more like he had already been looking. How hadn't Babylon noticed that before? How long has this stranger been focused on him, and how was he faking not being focused on him so perfectly?

"Oh, you really should keep your chin up more," Babylon started, "Its a shame to hide such a handsome face," he said, it was true, the stranger was handsome if you didn't count his stranger features, a strong jaw and sharp cheek bones with a nose that had a cute crookedness to it, thick lips that weren't quite red enough to look alive, and long stringy black hair that had a pretty wave to it,

Something loud crashed outside, like a tree falling over behind the tavern. The sound sent everyone besides the stranger jumping half out of their skins as he closed his book and hurriedly stuffed it in his jacket, "I think I need to go,"

Babylon wasn't fully back to himself yet, loud noises always sent him on guard, when he reached a hand out to snag the stranger by the sleeve, "Sorry, sir," he apologized, "Was I coming on too strong? Come on. sit back down and give me another shot" he tried to smirk but that feeling of being watched only grew, like he truly, Finally, had the entirety of the stranger's attention, whatever that might mean.

"No- Uh, Good bye," the stranger said, pulling away without a hint of elaboration as he set a fast pace to the back door of the tavern. Not running, or walking, more lumbering and shuffling. Like maybe he wasn't quite used to have legs under his considerable size, tall and broad shouldered with a deep barrel chest and thick arms and legs.

Babylon watched him go, tapping his nails on the old wood of the table as he did. He'd have to meet that guy again someday. He'd never found someone completely immune to him before. People were always at least tempted to follow along with what he asked, but the stranger, the one with the dead eyes and the desire to look at him, he seemed so unaffected. Or at least he wasn't charmed in the slightest by him.

Babylon tried to suppress the fluttering feeling in his chest. This was it. his first chance at maybe being able to befriend someone who wasn't being coerced into liking him.

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The next time he decided he would venture into that little no name tavern, Babylon chose to wear a different face. That wasn't unusual, it was safer for him if no one could ever recognize him. What was unusual was the amount of effort he had had to put into making this one. He wanted to make sure that stranger wouldn't look away from the moment he entered. Normally that wouldn't be hard for him, he had a nack for guessing what others found beautiful, but the stranger was a complete mystery. No inkling of what he may like came drifting to the surface.

Still, Babylon tried and tried until he found something right. Small and dainty like how he'd gone last time hadn't been enough to catch his eye, so maybe tall, with a good amount of muscle. Babylon thought about the men who worked the docks down by the lake, they could be a good example for this. He'd borrow the sandy blond waves of one of them too while he was at it, and the wide puppy dog brown eyes of that little cleric that had started following him and his sisters. A beard came next, a few shades darker than his hair and just long enough to round out his jaw.

He looked in his pocket mirror, this face was handsome, the black stretch fabric he favored for his clothing clung to the broad chest and strong thighs in a way even an eunuch would appreciate. He was good at making handsome faces for others to enjoy, but this one didn't sit right. It wasn't what he needed it to be. Maybe…

He let his curves soften and his chest grow, let the beard dissipate until he looked like the former faces sister, still strong and broad, but feminine and beautiful instead of handsome.

He sighed, this was worse. It wasnt farther from what the stranger would want, but he didn't know What about it was wrong. It wasn't the femininity, that he felt certain of.

He fwumped back onto his mattress with a heavy sigh as he let his disguise drop. He hadn't been able to get that stranger out of his head in the entire three weeks since he saw him. This was the first free afternoon he had had in that entire time, and here he was wasting it by not being able to guess at what that stranger would like.

It was frustrating.

It was infuriating.

but most of all it was invigorating. He Didn't have a little window into this stranger's head like he did with everyone else. He was just as lost as any other man trying to catch the eye of a stranger at the bar.

The trap door that lead up into this shared room was shoved open with a loud clang as Tamm, one of his two sisters, pulled herself up without even bothering with the ladder. She huffed a greeting before pulling that cleric up after her. He yelped and stammered when she set him on the floor beside herself.

"Thought you were going out tonight Babs," Tamm said, she gave him a look that definitely meant she wanted some alone time with the cleric,

"I'll be out in a moment, just having a crisis," He huffed, he sat up and tried to ignore the hurt that always came when the cleric flinched everytime he saw him without a disguise. Babylon didn't think he was That ugly, certainly grotesque, but in a pretty way if he did say so himself,

"Go have a crisis somewhere else please," Tamm said, "I promised to teach nerd lord how to sword fight,"

"And you need to be alone in our room for that? I'm pretty good with a sword, maybe I could help teach him?" Babylon scrunched up his nose at her, he Knew what she really wanted to show him, he'd seen the way they'd been making eyes at each other, but he Really Really wished he didn't,

"Babs-" she started, but he waved a dismissive hand as he got up and grabbed his violin,

"Yeah Yeah, I'm going Tammsy. Make sure shorty wraps up, I'm not ready to be an uncle," He goaded before dropping through the trap door and into the hall below. The door slammed shut above him and he heard the latch lock shut, "Don't Eat Him!" Babylon shouted, and snickered when he heard her groan through the ancient wood.

He straightened out his clothes before taking on the face he'd tried out before, the more masculine one just because he didn't want to have to remember to respond to a different set of pronouns. It still wasn't perfect, but it would do.

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wonhuis · 5 years

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ahh thanks! you're very nice, but it actually happens with my native language as well, so i tend to apologize bc of that😅😅 it's related to dyslexia to some extend. i'm sorry to hear your college is not that good, can you change next year maybe? or is the only place you can find that major? What other courses would you like to do?? your content is already gorgeous!! oh here is not winter but i like to start with time bc i don't like to rush things and end up with a vest or smth lmao. 1/? 🍰-sss

😡😡you're right! i imagine them adopting some cute kittens, i mean i think most of svt loves cats but they seem to match cats personalities. and yes! jun + royalty + matching aes colors, lately i've been loving this concept, and i need to thank you for that! i think we all love miracles in december, even withouth loving ballads jbdkfjsb, it's one of my fav "old" kpop songs. THAT MOVIE! i remember it and its plot twist was so clever!! you can never go wrong with ghibli tbh💖 2/? 🍰-sss

i really like animation movies as well, but recently i've been loving horror and science fiction movies a lot! even though they might no be that scary, i love classics like halloween or alien. i think you're right lmao, jun'd probably love animation/disney/ghibli movies. thanks to him i discovered Hotarubi no Mori e or Into the Forest of Fireflies' Light in english, i highly recommend it😭 we share that, i suck at videogames but i love watching how people play, its like a movie(? 3/4 🍰-sss

(idk if you got any ask twice, but tumblr wasn't working propely) oh! what are your cats names? and do you associate with svt members? jskdfs i associate mine with seungkwan bc she's hella loud and gives the best hugs :( btw, how is your saturday going so far? 4/4 🍰-sss

ah but that’s a normal thing you know, we’re not perfect and we make mistakes!!! but i myself can’t type too so i fully understand you lmao it’s way worse in my native language than it is in english though 🤔🤔 i think i tend to pay more attention to things when i’m typing in other language lmao but anyway

i can find the major basically anywhere, but this is the least expensive place 😔😔 bc i’m not smart enough to go to a public school, also i don’t exactly do ~college~ it’s a 2 year course that’s way more practical but the degree works just like a college one. but my school is actually pretty great in education, it seems, they have really high grades in the ministry of education (my course has a 4 out of 5, and others have 5 out of 5) but some of my classes are pretty horrible too ksjndkj but oh well what dont we do to have a good job right

i’m basically in the areas of design and technology right, so i’m studying ux/ui design, front end development, some other programming languages and i’ve also been learning drawing fundamentals, so i can go to illustration/animation. I BASICALLY WANNA DO EVERYTHING RELATED TO THESE AREAS LMAO i recently bought a game development course, so i’m gonna start that too!! drawing, illustration, animation, gaming, design, programming, 3d modeling, app development, idkkkk i love learning stuff and doing stuff but actually ~studying~ is a pain in the ass lmao ALSO THANK U FOR LIKING MY CONTENTTTTT, as a graphic designer i feel like i never do enough of ~design~ here on tumblr lmao like my gfx (the few i’ve done) are rlly basic but oh well

but ahhhh yeah you’re completely right!! it’s way better to start early so that when winter comes you already have something to wear 🤗🤗

YESSSS, you know my DREAM is for wonhui to go to a cat café and just be really happy playing with cats 😩😩 i’d pass out from so much cuteness!!!!!! i think most of svt are dog people though 🤔🤔 i mean they do like cats but they just prefer dogs?? either way they can ALL go to a cat café just so i can die happy!!

well i’m GLAD to have opened ur eyes for royalty!jun bc it’s what he deserves!!! i’ll scream about it anytime honestly, esp if the matching color is purple lmao

and yessss, miracles in december is really THAT song right?? but i do like most of exo ballads just bc i’m bbh’s bitch and his + ksoo’s voice = everything to me. except for a few like baby don’t cry that i absolutely HATE, i tend to enjoy most of them! i think exo, svt and day6 are the only groups that can make me enjoy ballads even if it’s not all of them lmao otherwise i’ll always prefer the funkier songs

oh oh oh, i love science fictions too!! and i love halloween!! AND LOVE HOTARUBI NO MORI E, dude i’m really into animes u know and one of my fave things about svt is that they’re all weebs too lmao so when jun said he wanted to cosplay gin i SCREAMED, i was so happyyyyyy, i love that anime, i love gin and i hate pledis for never allowing jun to cosplay 😡😡😡😡

also yeah! i find ppl playing games so interesting honestly jdkakjd depends on the people and the game though, i used to love cryaotic and all the deep story games he played but now i can’t concentrate anymore 😔😔 bc like i said i have the attention spam of a 5 year old lmao so i need to keep myself entertained, so i usually watch idk pubg streams or something bc they have more action

and i have a good weekend!! i literally did NOTHING besides sleeping so it was all good lmao tomorrow i’ll go back to doing something with my life though (at least i plan on doing so), but what about yours??

#*wipes sweat* we're getting longer everyday #i'm watching the uverworld in kyocera dome dvd (as i do every week) and it took me an hour to reply this #bc i kept pausing to watch the songs LMAO the way i can never shut up though.... iconic #long post #me taggin my ANSWERED ASKS AS LONG POSTS EVERYDAY LMAO #🍰 sss #sss19 #anon #asks

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