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dreamties · 4 years

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Slashers W/ a Soft Pastel S/O

A/n - So this one actually wasn’t requested, I just thought it would be super cute. And what I mean by “Soft Pastel”, I mean being into soft/pastel/kawaii fashion, I just didn’t know how to phrase it. Since there’s so many subcultures.

Trigger Warning: Slight Cursing (I say f*ck)

Also- these are gender neutral, but a few describe you in skirts/dresses, so if you’re not comfy with that, just skip that part or the whole thing?? :/

I might do more like this for other types of alternative fashion- like punk or something? Or a S/O who has a lot of body mods, I think it would be fun.

Characters: Billy/Stu, The Lost Boys, Helen Lyle, Daniel Robitaille/Candyman, Brahms Heelshire, and Amanda Young.

I didn’t add Michael Myers, but can do so if y’all want it. I just think he’d be very indifferent about it...didn’t think that would be very fun to read.

Billy Loomis + Stu Macher

Stu would be the most like into your outfits

Billy? Not so much. he just thinks you look cute in everything.

but if you did more guro-kawaii looks? they would both be all over that shit.

it combines more of the grotesque in with the cute- which is just perfect for the boys. they get to see you dawned in all sorts of blood, guts/gore, bandage patterns/aesthetics.

and maybe even tying in different monster-ish elements.

like wearing funky white or other unnatural colored contacts, really intense makeup(especially around the eyes), and fuck it, maybe you’re wearing faux demon horns.

I think they’d find it kinda hot. if we’re being perfectly honest here.

Now- would you able to get them into it as well?

Stu will ask you, with excitement reverberating throughout out his body and his voice. of course he want’s to at least try it!

so many clips in Stu’s hair. you haven’t even had that many in your hair before!

he may also wear rings sometimes. he thinks all the colors and designs are just so fun!

and on the other hand...

Billy, the guy that basically wore the same outfit for an entire movie? who’s closet only contains jeans and white t-shirts? trying out your style? i don’t think so lol

if you do- somehow- get him to try...

then you might have pressured him into it a bit? very jokingly, of course.

“C’mon, humor me, babe. Stu’s already dressed and everything!” You try giving him puppy eyes to seal the deal.

“Fine!” Billy says, grabbing the garment and a few clips from your hands. He shuts the door too harshly behind him.

A short silence is shared, before you and Stu burst out laughing. “Do you think he’s mad at us?” You’re hardly able to get it out. Of course he was, but in his own odd way appreciated this adventure.

He comes back a moment later, his white t-shirt replaced with a pastel red one, an especially gory character printed on the front. and a red clip barely hanging on to one of the side pieces of hair in front of his face. You try to suppress a giggle at Billy’s messily put together look.

for the love of gosh- don’t actually laugh when he appears. he is very outside of his comfort zone, and he’s only doing this because he loves you and Stu, and just,, don’t add this to his list of reasons not to try new things.

whatever your reaction ends up being, you’re absolutely obligated to tell them how attractive they look in it(even Billy who looks hella dorky).

(my art)

The Lost Boys

the comparison between their dark, punk-ish style and then the sweet baby pinks and blues, and soft lavenders that adorned your form??

it’s just too sweet.

they are completely enamored by your style- even if certain vampires (and I’m not naming any names, but I definitely mean David) may not show his love for your look as openly

Marko- he’d get one cutesy patch for his jacket, so he has like a little piece of you everywhere he goes. also...he genuinely ended up really digging your style? but not enough to abandon his punk look completely. he is still totally dedicated to that.

the other boys will absolutely mess with him about the patch though

all in good fun!

David’s not letting you near his hair with any extra clips or accessories.

Dwayne enjoys the quiet intimacy shared between the two of you. just sitting together, you might be styling his hair( super loose ponytail or braid- admit it, it would be so cute! and helpful so his hair isn’t always in his face!)...anyways, you’d use a colorful hair tie, and a few clips to help pin back his hair.

he probably won’t go out with the clips in, but if it’s just the five of you at the cave? he’ll keep it in until it’s time to sleep.

he loves seeing how happy and accomplished you look after finishing with his hair tho.

Paul is hands down the most likely to get into the whole look and go out in public with it on.

makeup? hell yeah. it won’t be as intense as yours, and he probably only does the eyes and maybe some shine. sparkly vampire time

hair accessories? all of them

would try combining his look with yours, to have a perfect mess of it.

a light, light blue mesh top, slightly darker blue jacket(with slight accents in pink, purple, white or black), and his usual sort of white jeans(?) would still look great with it. he’s absolutely rocking that look.

you are ecstatic to finally have someone else to share your passion with! (much harder to find similar folks when you’re a vampire,,)

Helen Lyle

she’s so used to the plain life around her, and she’d been living before you- you were such a breath of fresh air.

of course, you’re darling personality also drew her into you- but your fashion sense? it fascinated her.

she’s not trying it herself anytime soon, but she appreciates the fact that you enjoy it.

the most she would ever try is a very natural makeup look. and a coat or two of a pastel color of her choice.

she would love watching you get ready. not so much help out though- she just likes seeing the way you approach things. how you choose to pair certain pieces with one another.

she’ll ask questions to better understand your interests! not that it’s weird or wrong that you’re into it, she’s just a very inquisitive person.

you’d wear a lot of blue though- because you know Helen likes that color.

imagine wearing coordinated looks for different events and such. so, when you go with Helen to help out with her Candyman thesis, you might wear candy-themed attire. (of course in this universe,, she wouldn’t die! so no worries of that! you get to keep you’re gf).

if you do gift her something, she keeps it on her bedside table(or dresser). so she can still admire it, and still serves a purpose. fun décor!

all around though- Helen would be very chill, but captivated, about you’re interests.

Daniel Robitaille - Candyman

his life is so dark and gruesome, and he loves seeing you all dressed up.

and while he’s dead- long dead- and isn’t really apart of the world in the same sense that you are- it gives him this happy sense of hope for the world.

because there’s this very small thing, that you hold close to your heart, that makes you smile.

Also!!

even if they’re apart of a super awful, traumatic, part of his past- the bees are just a part of the family now.

so cute yellow/spring/bee themed outfits?? yes. ohh definitely, yes.

As for him dressing up? He’d feel hesitant.

he’s filled with immense joy around you, but is almost scared with someone altering part of his attire or self in any way(rooted back to, again, past stuff).

but part of loving is to take the person as a whole, bad parts, good parts- insecurities- the entire package. and trusting one another.

he has his whole faith in you not to do anything bad.

and so, it becomes a habit for the two of you to spend mornings together, chatting and getting ready. well, you’re getting ready, it’s more for the quality time together for him.

things are little different for Daniel. for many reasons.

one, he has very short hair. so the clips don’t really work there..

two- he only has one hand, and he’s “working” a lot with the appendages he does have. rings won’t work out because they might fall off- and he’d hate to lose something of yours.

three- he’s not a big makeup fan. he’s happy enough watching you put it on.

and then for his actual attire- he needs the coat to cover his insides. it’s also, in a way, his uniform.

you’ve settled on two things.

making homemade necklaces that can easily hide under his big coat (either sweets or honey/bee themed).

and sewing little patterns on the inside of his coat. other’s wouldn’t be able to see it, but he would know it’s there.

Brahms Heelshire

imagine being super into sorta ‘sweet lolita’, pastel/soft colors, bows, the big skirts, all the sorta ruffles(?)

and then especially if your shorter than Brahms(which is really,, not hard to do unless you’re insanely tall cause he’s,, 6 foot 3.)- and he thinks you look like such a doll?

but like,, in a nice way.

I think he’d get pretty excited if he got to help you set up your outfits!

especially if you praised him for picking out a good combo, or organizing correctly.

and some of Brahms movements are a bit awkward, he’s spent most of his life in the walls and the attic...but imagine turning on his music, and just dancing with him. having him twirl you in his arms a few times.

Brahms loves having your hands through his hair. and if hair accessories means he gets more of that love and attention? then yes,, yes he will wear them.

he just likes feeling taken care of, and along with your usual duties, you help him figure out the soft fashion styles, and how to make it more appealing and suitable for his own tastes.

because- as you insist- you want it to be something he enjoys just because he does, and not just for the closeness. though you can’t deny you love that aspect, too.

i can tell you one thing right here, though. you’re never getting makeup on him. he does not like taking off his mask, even if you’ve been in a relationship with him for a while, he still hides his face a lot.

you’d offered to do his makeup once, since he was staring so intently as you did yours. you’d made the mistake of reaching for his mask. you’d usually ask before doing so, but sometimes you’d slip up.

You apologize profusely, offering your arms out to him for a hug. “There, there, Brahms.” You smile, giving him a slight squeeze of affection.

he does take your stuff sometimes.

it’s a little annoying when you think you’ve lost your favorite accessory or dress or etc and then you just realize,, oh, it’s my favorite wall boy again. thank gosh you love him, so you’re not really upset or anything.

he just likes having little reminders of you, it gives him reassurance. upon other warm and fuzzy feelings.

if you’re able to find time in your day though, you’ll make cute little trinkets or bracelets for him. you’ll gift them or purposely leave them out for him- so you’ll still have some of your stuff when it comes to getting ready the next day.

in short- he’d much rather look at you than partake on his own.

Amanda Young

she’s never seen anything like this! :0

everyone she knows, herself included, tend to wear more dulled, plain clothes.

she’s immediately very intrigued by your attire...sort of want’s to try it, but is a bit self conscious and embarrassed to ask.

So!! you start out with small things, and fairly early on you both realize that she loves when you decorate her hair with accessories.

gifting Amanda a pair of little pig clips!!

or little stud earrings- those would be fricking adorable on her!

and she’s just so happy,, wtf

you dress mostly for yourself, but the more you’re in a relationship with your gf- the more you want to dress for her as well.

you can see this little sparkle in her eye when she sees you, and you want to keep seeing that look for as long as you can.

you slowly get her into it. your relationship and Amanda’s interest in your style just gives her so much light in an otherwise dim world.

if she did get into it, I think she’d do more creepy/cute. as a way to sort of cope with past trauma. that this sort of “bad” thing (the creepy) can still coexist with the good (the cute). she admires that quality.

just very sweet partners, who happen to love similar types of fashion

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hollyhomburg · 4 years

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(1) I find everyone's reaction to your belief in Yoongi's not-straight-sexuality more than a bit telling. Kpop is full of hysterical gender/sexuality policing. Lot's of straight girls/women who don't mind the idea of 2 men sexually as long as their self-insert is inbetween. G-d forbid any depictions of actual male bi/pan/gay identity come about. The men ALWAYS have to be dominant. G-d forbid you write femdom, they clutch their pearls. Gotta split this into 2 asks as I'm running out of room.

(2) Then if you write a bisexual female as actually having sex with another woman, they freak out. And that's if you can find F/F/M in this fandom, I have found 3 whole fics with it. And the writers had loads of comments about how the readers weren't into other women. It's complete and utter crap. So it's not you, it's a whole bunch of jerks who aren't as "open-minded" as they think they are and can't handle their fantasy being messed with. I feel this needs to be said: I'm not straight, I'm bi.

(i know i said i wasn’t answering asks on this but i wanted to give your ask it’s day in the sun!), yeah its honestly like- so hard to be in this community as a queer person sometimes, because for all its faults- the twitter army community actually is pretty open. and at least there they don’t shame people for just talking bout their idols in a queer way. I saw a thread that was nearly identical to the one I posted- and it had easily 10k retweets. some hate comments sure but still.

recently I've been thinking a lot about writing a story, IDK how many people saw the little snippet I posted with like, transman Jimin, transwoman Tae, non-binary Koo, non-binary reader. and then Hyung line who are just like aggressively supportive in the “if you touch a hair on my babies heads or miss gender them at all i will absolutely shank you” “Yoongi no one says shank anymore” “okay i will absolutely BEAT YOUR ASS FIRST”

and the story would just deal with like- tae figuring out she’s trans, and then having a kind of camaraderie with the reader because at the beginning of the story she identifies fully as female. and through the story she kinda starts to feel like she can’t come out because she and tae are just- they’re the babygirls of the group- she loves the kinda bond she and tae have when they talk about makeup and fashion and feeling pretty and wanting to feel pretty.

but the m/c slowly starts to realize that liking makeup and wanting to be pretty has nothing to do with actually identifying as a woman and it kinda builds and builds until Jungkook comes out as non-binary and she kinda like breaks- and no one really knows why except for Jimin. Jimin who knows how hard it is to be one thing but still love things that alienate you from your identity.

but it ends up being mostly positive! she and Jungkook start to explore non-binaryness together. with some conversation about how its really hard to be considered a ‘real’ non-binary by the community sometimes if you started on the female side of things. like- no one questions jungkook’s non-binariness if he wears sweats one day and skirts the next. but the second the m/c does anything at all feminine they’re “just faking it for attention” and there is a sweet moment between the two of them where jungkook is like. “you’ll still be not a girl if you wear dresses in skirts, we know who you are and we get it- and if you decide you want to lean heavily one way or the other that's fine too- we’ll still love you”

i just like the idea of Jimin and jin help the reader cope with dysphoria. and jin never minds when you flip between calling him “Hyung” and “oppa” from sentence to sentence. languages can be hard and honestly, he doesn't mind, he just feels soft and protective and so possessive over you four. the youngest of your group, it makes his heart swell with pride when he sees you happy.

you have little parties where you all decide “for the next 4 hours presentation doesn't matter- I just don't want to wear a fucking binder anymore” and you do facemasks and Hobi does all of your nails because he has the steadiest hands in Bts. Namjoon is always super soft with Jimin making sure he gets up in time in the morning to take his T, being all soft and swabbing the area on his hips, finishing it up with a bandaid when he’s done.

this page for me has always been about giving comfort to the people who couldn't find it in other places in the fandom. I’ve always been willing to unpack this kind of emotional story, the trauma, the nitty-gritty. and i really think that we need to be more comfortable discussing queerness and gender identity- personhood- without distilling it down to “this is wrong” vs “this is right”

because once we start classifying things that way- we’re only a shade off from bigotry and I don't like the idea that I create content for people who are in some way homophobic. one thing certain to me- if you saw my posts about Yoongi and me saying “huh- seems like he’s probably not straight” and felt the need to send me hate because of it- you have internalized homophobia in some way shape or form.

cuz for me honestly- when I see something I don't like on the internet that I don't like- I just have a little icky feeling- and then I move on. maybe if I'm particularly upset about it I’ll make a post about it on this page- away from where anyone can see it most of the time. but to feel so enraged by the simple insinuation that someone isn’t straight- when that insinuation comes from the person's own mouth- that you need to go try and tear down the person who just wanted to talk about it- that's homophobia. plain and simple. it gives me the vibes of like- if you went to your parent and you were like “sometimes i feel like i might be a little gay” and they go “no you’re not.” like- not even letting you question or explore your identity.

well anyway- this has been a long rant. don’t know if I’ll ever write that super queer BTS drabble but who knows.

#stealth-liberal

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lokidrabbles · 4 years

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Both Sides of the Coin (Lady Loki x fem!Reader)

A/N: I’ve always wanted to write some cute fluff with genderfluid/Lady Loki and so, here it be!

Warnings: Suggested Smut

Reader has a desire to braid Loki’s long beautiful hair, leading to an unexpected encounter with his alternate form.

Whether he noticed it or not, you had a knack for being observant over Loki and whatever small changes he would make with his appearance and attire. It was a privileged to witness Loki’s transition from regal Asgardian wear to, Midgard business casual, and then to true casual, often sporting a comfy combo of a dark hoodie and a pair of sinfully tight jeans you noted as his favorite. The black suit was indeed one of your preferred choices but you had grown very fond of his casual attire, greedily taking in whatever sight you caught of his thick thighs and buttocks.

Throughout this transition, Loki’s dark locks began to grown long and thick, beginning to surpass his shoulders. His current hair, finally meeting the exceptional standard hair quality for Asgardian men, presented another devilish opportunity for you to engage in. Good ol’ fashioned hair braiding.

Your twitching fingers and interest took you into conducting small research on Nordic/Viking hairstyles, shock full of intricate braids, symbolizing specific and special milestones warriors were to meet. When the opportunity presented itself, you made the suggestion to Loki, claiming it to be a way for humans to bond closer together through the use of soft, intimate touch. You were pleasantly surprised when he agreed to the ruse.

He sat in between your legs dangling from the couch, sitting upright to ensure you had a good view of the back of his head. You almost delivered a childish squeal in anticipation, prepping up combs, brushes and an assortment of hair bands and bobby pins. “I must say, there’s something absurd about someone taking this much interest in something as trifling as my hair.” He commented, feeling your fingers begin to separate his hair into sections. A wave of tingles traveled from his scalp all the way down to his spine, releasing a pleasant, relaxed hum from him.

“Your hair is so lovely Loki.” You mentioned, letting his dark locks slips through your fingers, gently falling back onto his back. You took a wide tooth comb and gently began to tease out any knots or tangles he might have had.

There was an assumption his hair would be a bit difficult to tame. While it wasn’t completely out of control, his wavy looks would at times spiral and intertwine with themselves suggested otherwise. To your astonishment, his hair was soft and easy to manage and manipulate.

“I’d kill for hair like this. It’s thick and full of life. Mine unfortunately as become a bit brittle with all the product I use.” You mentioned, continuing to comb accordingly.

“I don’t think your hair is brittle. I like your hair.” He replied softly, sending a wave of butterflies in your chest.

“Thanks, but women can only dream of having hair like this.”

His ears perked a bit. “Women, hmm?” There was a noted mischief hinted in his voice, one you had trained yourself to catch onto early on. “Should we have a sneak peek at how it would look?”

You chuckled. “I can’t really stop you once you got something up your sleeve like that.”

You set the comb to the side briefly and began to use your fingers to massage his scalp, combing out any tangles and knots to ensure the braiding process would not be difficult. Your focused heavily on your digits, ensuring the motion to begin braiding was correct while also continuing to provide a sense of relaxation for Loki. You hear a playful hum come from him, a sound affirming his pleasure at your fingertips. Your heart thumped, and an uncontrollable smiled formed upon your fame.

Loki glowed in a flash, the same golden flash you had come to recognize when he would project clones of himself or when he would transform into someone else. Your eyes darted around the room to catch any glimpse of projections, but were still met with an empty living room.

“Loki? What did you do?”

He didn’t answer, however, you began to notice the texture of his hair slightly changed. It was still pitch black, only now it had become straighter, much more softer, and a pleasant floral smell began to fill your nostrils. Loki’s back, once broad and large, had now appeared smaller, slimmer.

“Loki?”

You heard a playful chuckle coming from him. But this time it didn’t sound like him. In fact, it didn’t sound like a him at all. This voice was much more high pitched, smoother and a tad more flirty than before. Your mouth slightly became agape once Loki turned around to have a good peek at your reaction.

“Well? It’s been a while since I’ve been like this. I admit, it’s a bit fun to use since it causes everyone to choke.”

Her lips were full and pouty, contrasting in pink against her pale skin. Her eyelashes were to die for, full and fluttering naturally, hypnotizing emerald eyes behind them. Her skin, while still Loki’s skin, was much more flushed and clearer, almost porcelain to the touch. You were speechless, blinking in utter confusion. “Darling, it’s still me, you know this right?” She pondered, turning and adjusting her body to face you. “Did I startle you?“ You felt an uncomfortable heat rise up into your face, cheeks unavoidably red now. You figured Loki turned into a woman now, but you were unprepared to face the workmanship that was Lady Loki. She was stunningly beautiful, in contrast to his equally handsome and beautiful profile. The God, er, Goddess of Mischief and Chaos presented herself to you, not as a force to reckon with but as a masterpiece of unobtainable other worldly beauty.

But then you looked down at her chest and you attitude became much less eager. There, in plain sight, the world’s most perkiest and roundest breasts you had ever witnessed, ones only mortal women could ever dream of having.

You hesitantly brought your hands to your own smaller breasts, looking down and then back up at Loki’s own, groaning at the apparent size difference.

“Are you serious? Even as a woman, your tits need to be bigger than mine?” You commented with indignation. “Oh?” There was a dumbfounded look on her face which upset you even further. “I didn’t realize this was considered large among human women.” She then pushed herself to stand upwards, cupped both breast in her hands, pondering and weighting them in each to attest whether they were too big or not. “I always aimed for the average size, honest.” “Please stop.” You intervened immediately.

She chuckled, reaching down to hold your hands securely in hers. Her gaze was unavoidable, looking deep into your own eyes, she inched in close to your ear, sending a trail of goosebumps at the back of your neck. “I like your breasts just the way they are, they are absolutely delicious.”

There was no doubt about it, Loki remained inside of her, and whether it was a she or a he, they would always find a way to absolutely seduce you in all shapes and forms.

“We should go out together more often while you look like this.” You mentioned softly, a playful smile on your face. “I think we’d have a kick at your brother’s and Tony’s reactions.”

Loki took advantage of the moment, plopping down next you on the couch, sliding a slim arm around your waist. You pulled yourself closer to her, resting your legs upon her thighs. She smiled, landing an endearing kiss upon your temple.

“Would you be comfortable with me in this form?” She asked, continuing to trail her kisses down to your cheek. You sighed with much content, scooting even closer to her.

“Of course, it’s still you. It’s always you.”

She grinned. “I’m rather curious. Which do you prefer more?”

“W-well,” You began, stuttering. It was quite the unexpected question, but what else would you expect from Loki. “I mean I like both, I can’t really chose.”

“Don’t be shy.” She jested, squeezing your side. “I won’t be bothered by whatever you chose.”

“I mean, I’ve spent more time with guy Loki than anything, but I don’t really have a basis of comparison, I didn’t even know you could change genders like this.”

“Very true. Then I should probably even out the playing field, don’t you agree?” And there again, was the indisputable glint of mischief in Loki’s eye. You knew exactly what that look meant.

“Wait, does that mean even, like, in the bed...” Your voice trailed off and the risk of sounding stupid and lewd.

A rather suggestive smirk appeared on her face. “Don’t try to hide the fact that you haven’t thought about it since the moment I changed.”

You gulped, and accepted the fact you wouldn’t be engaging in any hair braiding for the remainder of the evening.

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sloppy-butcher · 4 years

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For Fear of Mediocrity

Frank Morrison (The Legion) X Survivor!Reader

Notes: it gets pretty hairy towards the end so watch out. I had a lot of fun writing this, although I fear I didn’t really do Frank’s character justice but whatevs. this is made for a friend (you know who you are ) but I hope everyone can enjoy it. the reader is again made to be gender-neutral but if there's a mistake just hmu and I’ll fix it

You were annoying, confident and extremely ordinary. While there was nothing truly special about you, you managed to catch the eye of a rather aggressive adversary. Though it takes some time eventually you manage to pull back his layers and uncover why he took such an interest in you

word count: 2957

TW: mentions of death

“Lady problems?” A smug voice called from somewhere to the right of Frank. Without even looking over, he knew it was you. That annoying voice was unmistakable and always made his blood run hot with rage. He scowled and turned to face you. You keenly returned his death-glare with a wide grin, leaning against a rock with your hand under your chin and mischevious delight in your eyes. He never moved. Never gave you the satisfaction of a reaction. So you took charge.

“Oh come now.” Your tone was teasing and it irked him to no end. “You always come here to sulk when you and Julie have a... ‘falling out’.” You raised your hands and curled your fingers at the ‘falling out’ part, a sarcastic way of telling him that you knew he and the old lady were fighting. You knew a lot of things about him and his friends and he despised you for that.

You weren't supposed to be here. You weren't supposed to be talking to him and, most importantly, he wasn’t supposed to be encouraging your bad behavior. But in off-time the Entity is lazy and Its security systems were lax therefore little rats like you could sneak around and do things you sure as hell are not meant to. It annoyed him. Why would someone like you even want to talk to him? He is a killer after all. A dog meant to hunt you down and hurt you. Worst of all, he actually LIKES his job. He enjoys the power he feels when his knife slices into someone and they crumble pathetically to the ground or the immense feeling of satisfaction when he watches as the Entity comes down from the sky to drag another one of his kills off to Its lair. What he enjoys most, however, is how brutal he can be. When he hunts, a part of him wakes up and boils into a burning hot rage which fuels him and makes him hungry for more. A part of him craves blood and drives him to do his job and he relishes every second of it. His job made him feel in control, like an important cog in a machine much bigger than he could ever know. He felt wanted. He felt significant.

It confused him like crazy when you first tried talking to him. Why, out of all your little survivor friends, would you try and talk to people like him? First, it was his friends, Susie to be precise, who you sunk your hooks into. Then it was Joey. They both flocked to you like nervous sheep, very unlike how Frank made them to be; independent, commanding, terrifying. And eventually, even Julie succumb to your poisonous interactions. And whenever he would ask about why they would talk to you, they’d always say the same thing. You were different and they felt normal when they were with you.

Mediocrity was the one thing he hated the most. The very thing which drove him and his crew to do what they did. They didn’t want to die normal and quiet, forgotten in a small mountain town covered in snow and unimportance. So why, in this place where they all were finally on top, were they all seeking your company? His confusion turned into anger and it was all directed at you. Maybe that's why he finally buckled and went to you. He wanted to release his fury, let that part of him which fed on his anger tear into you and finally put an end to your corruption over his friends. Or maybe, he just wanted to see what all the hype was about.

He made it clear, although he could not stop you from walking around and talking to whoever you wanted too, he never wanted to see you in his territory, ever. He threatened to kill you and all you did was smirk and say “When don’t you?” The closest you could get was the border of Mount Ormond Resort, at a spot where the forest meets snow and where there were large rocks and mounds of stones for you and the others to lazily sit on. And that's where he found you, every day and every night.

You smiled at him, not needing to see what's under the mask in order to know that he was fuming with rage. Usually, seeing him in such a state would scare you but right now, you didn't feel much of anything. You were drained and just wanted someone to hang out with and while you would prefer Susie or Joey all you had was Frank, and maybe that was okay. You just... needed to pull him out of his shell some more.

“So,” you offered, passing him a more subtle smile, guessing that maybe he would respond to a milder approach. “What’s up Doc?”

Frank could remember the first time he told you about his relationship with Julie. You had wormed your way into his head and dug out what information you wanted. It was manipulative and disgusting; he wasn’t some crazy psych patient who needed to be therapized by the likes of you. Yet somehow, against his better judgment, he told you.

“Look, it’s not a bad thing.” You were both in your little area, you were sitting at the bottom on a rock with you back against it and Frank was off to the side against a tree, gaze ever so lazily wandering around you. Your eyes were closed as if this conversation was the easiest thing to ever happen to you, all the while it tore Frank up inside. “People fall out of love. You both were kids, still are, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t real. And it’s okay not trying to rekindle it after it’s died. So many people tie themselves down to one person cause they fear they will never have anything like that with anyone else. It’s torturous and just stupid. It’s good that you can both acknowledge that you aren’t meant for each other and that you should just be friends. You’ll be better than any adult if you do.”

After a moment Frank spoke, “Jules... she’s talked to you about...” He faded off, unsure of how to ask the question. He sounded vulnerable, nothing like the merciless killer he always is. It surprised him and scared him. He didn’t want to give you this kind of power over him, his past experiences of people always using him and toying with him as if he was a helpless doll making him hesitant and resilient to open up. But what surprised him more was how you handled him. You didn’t see his weak side and laugh. You didn’t run away with his confessions. All you did was sit there, drifting off to your own world and you smiled.

“Come now, Frank. We’re not both deaf.” There was silence again before he spoke.

“She was the only one who saw me.” His voice barely above a whisper, speaking as if only to himself. But of course, like the nosey rat you were you heard him.

“I see you, Frank.” He looked over to you and saw that you were looking back. He saw no emotion in your face, no hostile intentions to your comment and no hidden meanings. Only genuine concern. You meant what you said and he felt it. “I really do.”

He realized then what made the others like you so much, what made you special. You were ordinary. Grounded in the reality of your own mortality and limits and baby, you just rode it. It was crazy actually, to see someone so plain and boring be so open and understanding. The blurry faces of the people back home were are 1-dimensional creatures capable of only seeing what lay directly in front of them. They were paranoid and closed-minded. But you, you took your label of mediocrity and you wear it on your sleeve. You weren’t in denial about your physical limitations, instead, you embraced them. You understood what it was like to be pushed aside, forgotten and stuck in a loop of always wanting more but never getting it. It’s not that you pitied the weak, rather you understood them because you were one of them. Frank realized that you truly did see him. That was also the first time he laughed in your presence.

Regardless of what you did, he never went easy on you in trials. He had, in fact, told you once that even if you were friends he wouldn’t give you any special exceptions. He had a job to do and sometimes the animalistic part of him could not be controlled once released. And all you had to say to that was “Aww Frank. We’re friends?”

But he could not lie to himself. Not really. He was giving you special treatment. The others would all die on-hook or by his hand but if he ever encountered you, he’d leave you to bleed out. He found that he could never bring himself to haul you onto any meat hook. If he picked you up, all he’d feel is your weight on his shoulder, your body heat against his neck and on his hands and all he’d hear are your moans as you’d try to escape him. It was just so difficult to kill you. So it was easier to let you die on your own after everyone else was taken care of. The first time he had done it, he stayed away from you and stalked around the trial’s arena until eventually, you bled out. The next time he hung around you and, after countless trials, he finally had the courage to be right beside you when you died.

Right now he was sitting next to you on the dead grass of AutoHaven. No one spoke, he didn't know what to say and you didn’t have the energy. You fidgeted, bored and pained by the lack of sensation in your arms, and rolled over onto your shoulder.

“Hey.” He commands, reaching out and rolling you back onto your back. “You have to stay like this else you’ll choke on your own blood.” How morbid. But it was true, he had been with you enough times to know that it was best for you to stay facing the sky. Through gargled breath you huff.

“But I want to look at you.” He chuckled. Of course, you’d say something stupid like that during a time like this. He wasn’t all too surprised. You slowly lifted your hands and flexed.

“Come... here.” You made grabby hands like a baby and Frank, amused by your ability to be so childish, shuffled closer to you. You smiled and he saw your cheeks drain from any color. It was getting closer, any moment now.

“Frank.” Your voice was breathless and it seemed as if you were about to fall asleep. He wanted you to stop talking. He knew it was a difficult task to do in your current state and he just wanted you to fall off peacefully. But you were stubborn. And extremely stupid. “You’ve... done this before, haven’t you? You've left me to die like this... lots of times.” He nodded, unsure how to verbally answer your query. “And... I forgot. All of them.” He nodded again. You never remembered your death, the Entity wipes clean those who die so that they retain hope for survival. If survivors actually remembered all the times they have died they would become hollow and useless to the Entity.

This wasn’t the first time you had asked him this. Many times you had cracked the code and asked him. And each time he would not know how to respond. But this time was different, he was closer to you now and he could see as your lips quivered as your eyes stared despondently upwards at the sky. He wanted to do something for you, give back what you have given him. But he has no idea how to comfort you in this kind of state. A reoccurring idea hits him, one which he had been fighting off for a while but now in the silence of the fog it slaps him hard and demands he listens. No one was here except him and the one next to him. No one would know. Not even you.

Slowly he gets up and eases himself over you. Your eyes focus on his mask and he has the fleeting idea to take it off and show what he really looks like. But he decides against that, he wants you to remember his face, and instead sticks to his original plan. He lowers his head down to yours until he could hear your soft breathing. A bloodied and bandaged hand moves to your face and, after a moment’s hesitation, gently touches your cheek. You seem to wake up underneath him.

“N-No.” You softy protest. “I don't have the energy to.” He couldn’t help but smirk at your weak attempt to make a joke.

“I’m not going to do anything bad, I promise.” He’s so soft and gentle, you had never thought he could be so... human. You watch as he reaches up for the base of his mask. He moves it to the side to reveal his mouth. A scar dances across his lips and you wanted nothing more than to trace your fingers along it. But your hands didn’t move and Frank didn’t give you time to try.

He moves closer until you two were a breath apart. You wanted to rise up and meet him halfway but again you had no energy. You had to wait for him to come to you. He hesitated, an instance of disbelief and a flood of unworthiness made him doubt if he was even allowed to do this with you. You were so good. So nice and kind and he... was covered in blood. He was about to pull away when he caught your stare. You wanted this. You wanted him and, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he couldn’t deny you.

He closed the distance and your lips met. He was warmer than you expected but you supposed you were just cold. You worried for a second if he would pull away because of your lack of temperature but he didn’t care. At first, he was slow and reserved, carefully exploring your lips before getting hungrier and deepening the kiss. He wanted more, more of you and more of this feeling. That angry-killing part of him lit up and howled as he felt your tongue trace his bottom lip, begging for entrance. He eagerly obliged.

The two of you stayed connected for a few minutes, your tongues avidly exploring and tasting each other until there was almost nothing left. In that moment with you, Frank felt nothing he had ever experienced before. He felt small and exposed. This act was one associated with weakness and softness and he only ever felt okay doing it with Julie. But that was because he knew she had nowhere else to turn to. It wasn’t a mutual attraction, it was a hostage situation. But with you, he craved that softness. His mind melted and all he could think of is you and how he wanted more.

Eventually, he stopped, retreating back breathing hard. You were panting as well, your cheeks flushed and eyelids lowered. You smiled. The wild part of him yearned for more, it clawed at him and screamed but he knew he couldn’t take anymore from you. You were dying and for once in his life, he was gonna do something good: he’d let you die in peace.

“Was that our first time?” He chuckled.

“Yeah.” You sighed and rolled your eyes closed. Your breathing never returned to normal, you were huffing hard and the blush in your cheeks faded away again. For a moment he had forgotten that you were dying. He scanned your face, watching for any signs of discomfort or regret but instead, all he saw was your eyes well up with tears.

“Don’t cry,” Frank said softly, bringing a hand up and wiping away the water from under your eyes, his thumb leaving behind a smear of blood. You let out an airy sound akin to a laugh.

“I’m not going to remember this.” You weren’t. “I don't want to forget this.” He couldn’t help you and watching you sink away beneath him was one of the hardest things he had ever seen. It almost scared him, the thought of losing someone like you, and he had to remind himself that he will see you again, alive and well.

“I would tell you later but you...” He scoffed.

“I wouldn’t believe you.” He chuckled and smiled and although yours was small and weak, you joined him. The world began to quieten down around you and your ears buzzed with an almost head-splitting hum. It was scary going into that unknown and you sought comfort. Moving your fingers ever so slightly you placed them on his thigh. His heart ached for how small they were, delicate and gentle.

“Don’t leave me.” You whispered, your eyes closing for the last time tonight. He was relieved you’d get to finally rest now. He leaned down one last time and planted a small kiss to your pale cold cheek. You didn’t feel it but he did. Straightening up he fixed his mask and retrieved his weapon.

“I never do.” After a quick glance over he sighed and stood up. His job was done. Around him, the world burned with cosmic energy and his boss seemed pleased with the results of the trial. It beckoned him to follow it to his next job and he willingly agreed. As he walked away he offered you one last look before disappearing into the thick fog.

#dbd #dead by daylight #dbd imagines #dbd x reader #dbd the legion #frank morrison #dbd frank #frank morrison x reader #this fic is crazy

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #340

“wash the poison from off my skin / show me how to be whole again”

What is one thing that you took to show and tell as a kid? I have this oddly specific memory of bringing my little Snorlax plushie for one in pre-k. I remember thinking everyone thought I was weird for liking Pokemon as a girl. Do you remember losing your first tooth? I don't. Have you ever been addicted to a game? What game? I think I was addicted to World of Warcraft at a point, but it's honestly hard to tell. My depression was just so abysmal that it was the one thing I got even a smidge of not even joy, but active distraction out of because the options of what you can do in the game are essentially limitless. Are you afraid to pop a balloon? Not really, but it does make me jump because I don't like loud noises. Name one person you’d like to see this month. Bitch we fighting Covid, stay away from me. When was the last time you laughed when you shouldn’t have? I don’t know. Which was better: the first The Lion King or the second? They're nearly tied, honestly, but I prefer the original. Do any of your grandparents have a tattoo? I KNOW my maternal grandmother didn't, and I don't believe any other grandparent did, either. When was the last time you had a bubble bath? Not since I was a kid. What do you usually buy when you go to the corner store? You mean like, a gas station or dollar store? Something small like that? In that case, I'll usually look for a Mountain Dew Voltage sometimes along with something Reese's-related. Do you believe that your pets feel love towards you? My cat, absofuckinglutely. He so obviously loves me. I know my snake doesn't though, considering reptilian brains just physically aren't capable of creating that emotion. She does, however, obviously trust me and definitely seems to enjoy coming out of her terrarium and thus hanging out by me. Bubbles or sidewalk chalk? I loved drawing with chalk, but I like bubbles more. I just love how they catch light and have such beautiful colors to share. What do you use to tell time when your gone out somewhere? My phone. Are you proud of your body? FUCK no. I wish I still was, goddammit. I used to be so fit, and it's funny, because even back then at like, 118 lbs at 5'4'', I thought I was kinda chubby. Like bitch shut the fuck up. Watermelon or cherries? I honestly don't like either, but I'll definitely pick watermelon over cherries. They're disgusting. What is your all-time favourite song? "False Flags" by Massive Attack. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character? Biiiiiitch guess lmao. I think everyone has, though. What is the band you’ve listened to most lately? Definitely 3TEETH. Love 'em. Favourite brand of cookies? Hm, good question. They've gotta be good at making SOFT chocolate chip cookies, though. I don't enjoy crunchy cookies nearly as much. If you could meet anyone who lived before your time, who would it be? I don't really know. Oh, y'know, chatting with Edgar Allan Poe would probably be cool. Do you pay for your own things? I literally can't. It's embarrassing. Have you ever been rushed to the hospital in an ambulance? No. What is one thing you’d never want your parents to find out? Certain sexual things I've done, probably. When you were little, did you like Dr. Suess books? Of course. Have you ever felt trapped in a relationship? I felt that way in my friendship with Colleen, but no romantic relationships. What would you consider unforgivable? Rape. Like no, go to hell. Do you like eating out at restaurants? Pre-Covid, yeah. What do you dislike the most about being the gender that you are? Probably how heavily judged women are for having ANYTHING "wrong" with their appearance. You could be five pounds over what is "normal" for your height and you're seen as fat. One strand of body hair, and you're disgusting. Bushy eyebrows, you're now manly. I could go on and on. Do you think that weed/marijuana should be legalized? Yes. Rate your typing speed on a scale from 1 - 10? 10. Do you enjoy tanning? Ugh, no. Just sitting there doing nothing but sweating. Have you ever written anybody an anonymous note? I have not. What is your favorite condiment to go with french fries? Ketchup. Have you ever laid in a hammock? Yeah; we used to have one. It was the best when we lived in the woods. Do you blow dry your hair or do you let it air out? I just let it air dry. Candles or incense? I prefer incense. Can you juggle? No. Your favorite vegetable? Broccoli. Do you catch lizards? No; I don't like terrifying wildlife. I'd much rather just take pictures of the little guys and let them go about their business. If we returned to a world without internet, what aspect of online life would you miss the most? YouTube, haha. It's more unique and personal entertainment than television, imo. Are you craving anything aside from food, and if so, what? I want a new piercinggggg. What was the last change you made to your lifestyle? I'm *trying* to get back into regularly making art, along with reading. I'm also really trying to implement drinking more water into my day. What was the last thing you gave up doing? *shrug* What was the last thing to boost your self-esteem? What sort of things typically make you feel good about yourself? It really, really helped to hear my PHP group enjoy my poem about gay rights so much. I was so terrified and did NOT want my therapist to share it, but it turned out being very beneficial. To answer the second question, it's pretty much stuff like I just mentioned: positive reactions to things I create. When it comes to food, do you prefer crunchy or softer textures? Definitely softer. Do you prefer savory or sweet things for breakfast? Hm. Depends on the day, ig. What is something small that you take extremely personally? I'm blanking. What was going on the last time you couldn’t sleep? I just... couldn't sleep. That's not rare for me. Have you drawn anything recently? I recently drew a picture of a still from Rammstein's "Mutter" music video, and I'm now working on Sara's 'kat Alucard. If you're going somewhere close by, do you walk? No. One simply does not walk in this town and not fear being shot. Do you prefer colorful notebooks over plain ones? I like colorful ones, particularly those with a nice pattern or something on it. What's your most ambitious goal? I'd consider wanting to be a successful freelance photographer to be rather ambitious. Do you know anyone named Alex? Well, knew, by this point. One of my closest online friends that just got a boyfriend and fell off the face of the planet when we used to talk every day. I'm still hurt about it, honestly. What's your favorite kind of pie? I don't like pie because of the crust being so, well... crusty and crumbly. Have you ever chatted someone up and scored a date? No. How far would you go with someone you just met? Not very far at all. All you're getting is a hug, if even that. What's your favorite meal to have for dinner? I mean, it depends on what I feel like having. I don't have a set favorite meal. What do you daydream about? The future, mostly. People I miss. Have you ever known someone online and then met them in person? If so, which website did you meet on? Yes, Sara. <3 We met via YouTube back when it had much more social connection. Have you ever been to the beach? Yeah, a good number of times. When was the last time you were sick and what illness did you have? I don't believe I've been ill in any sort of way since I had that ungodly ear infection a few years ago. Have you ever been kicked out of somewhere? Yeah, Colleen's house. Mom once tried kicking me out of the car one night otw home, but I didn't listen. Have you ever intentionally trolled? No. How many siblings do your parents have? Mom has two brothers and I think one sister, and Dad has one sister. Who last held your hand? My niece or nephew, dragging me somewhere, haha. Have you seen all the Lord of the Rings movies? No, not interested. What was the last thing you watched on YouTube? I'm watching John Wolfe's playthrough of Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs. It's so funny how like... every let's player I watch doesn't enjoy the game, like they miss the incredible symbolism and shy away from the advanced language, and sometimes it's just frustrating to watch them; I only do because I enjoy the game and want to see more people experience it and relive it vicariously. It's very high on my list of favorite games. What sport do you find yourself best at? I wouldn't know; I haven't played any sports in years. I was pretty good at softball as a kid, though. Do you think makeup on guys is freaky or sexy? My opinion shouldn't matter; a man can wear makeup whenever he damn well pleases without worrying what others think. But anyway, I tend to find it attractive, especially if it's goth makeup. Have you ever been accused of a crime you did not commit? No. Do you like pickles? I love dill pickles. What was the craziest moment of your life? Probably just lying in that hospital bed following my OD, my mom and two best friends just sitting there with me. It was such a weird, weird feeling. Like I was just so done, frustrated beyond what I can say. I remember thinking it was almost funny, just how it all built up and went wrong. Where do you spend most of your time? In my room on my bed. What is your favorite muffin? Chocolate chip. Would you ever get a boob job? I already know when/if I lose the weight I want to, it will be kind of a big deal to me and my atrocious body image to get a breast lift. Being overweight ~does things~ you know, and god knows I want every trace of it that can be erased gone. Would you ever go on a reality TV dating show? That's a massive "no" from me, buddy. Would you rather be inside or outside? It depends on where I am and the temperature outside, but generally, inside. Do you like the current president? Well, I voted for him, so I can't shit-talk much. I don't know the true depths of him as a person and all he stands for, though; when I decided I needed to vote, I just did some research on his core values. I don't have any complaints yet, from what I've seen at least, which isn't a lot. Do you whiten your teeth? I've used whitening strips before, but I don't now because they're not that effective. If it's financially plausible at some point in my life, teeth whitening is another thing I want to have medically done because of my previous horrible self-care. My teeth have a clear yellow tint and I hate it. Do you get cold easily? No; it's actually the opposite: I get hot easily. What was the worst sickness you ever had? Probably this one stomach bug I had where I just threw up relentlessly. Like eventually barely even bile would come up; it was just dry heaving. My stomach muscles were in agony. Was your childhood wasted by something? No, thankfully. Would you rather die during an adventure or die like a normal person? A normal person. The idea of having such a sudden death stresses me out for multiple reasons; I mostly don't want my family to just be suddenly devastated, and I honestly want to come to peace with the fact I was dying. Like, find my life's own closure instead of just having it ripped away. Have your parents ever tried to commit suicide? Jesus, I sure hope not. Do you have a gag reflex? A very strong one. Do you ever fantasize about trying drugs? I've wondered before what the effects of weed would be like for me, but "fantasize" is definitely the wrong word. Would you rather have sex before you’re married or wait till marriage? It'd be up to my partner, honestly, because I'm fine with either. What is the nastiest dare you have ever committed? I never did dares because I thought they were stupid. Like I'm not gonna do dumb shit just to show you I can. Do you know anyone who has been raped? I think I might? Have you ever asked someone for a tampon? Yeah. Do you have any exes you can’t stand anymore? No. Are you more of a phone or a computer person? Computer. Do you prefer headphones or earbuds? Earbuds. Headphones are just big and clunky and in the way when you use a laptop in bed, plus they irritate my skin. I like how earbuds actually go in your ears for more direct hearing. Would you ever consider adopting a child with a severe mental illness? If I wanted children, no, because I don't think I'm capable to give a child like that adequate care, being so mentally ill myself. I wouldn't want to risk worsening their condition. Favorite thing to do with a significant other? Play games together, particularly cute multiplayer ones that are more about the experience of playing together versus getting past difficult obstacles and such. Like for example, one of my favorite memories with Jason is simply playing Little Big Planet together. Favorite ice cream topping? I don't like many toppings on my ice cream, but I do love melted hot fudge. First boyfriend/girlfriend’s name? Aaron. Do you support PETA? Considering they are incredibly self-righteous extremists, no. Do you believe in the Big Bang Theory? Well, I believe in some sort of "god" figure that created the universe, so I don't think so. A condensed ball of nothing exploding to create something so extravagant? It sounds pretty far-fetched to me. But then again, maybe that semblance of a "god" I believe in created the universe through that, idk. It doesn't really matter now, though, does it. What happened happened, I'm not very concerned with it. What insect can you not stand the site of? It's more so larvae that I can't stand the sight of, like maggots and stuff. They make me squirm. Do you like Doctor Who? I've only seen one or two episodes, so I can't say. Do you approve of gay marriage? Of course I do. I'm bisexual and would like to get married, so I might marry a woman. Are you into politics? I'm really not. Do you think the world is ending soon? Nah, even though it sure does feel like it sometimes. Ever been to a mosh pit? No, they don't seem very fun at all. Do you like to debate? NO. NO NO NO. Do you like the band System of a Down? Yeah, I do. Are you German? It's a big part of my heritage. Do your parents like your best friend? Yes. Who’s someone you can act your complete self around? Sara, 100%. She's the only person I feel entirely comfortable around when it comes to being myself. Do you believe in Friday the 13th? I don't believe in there being any supernatural power to it, no. Who is your favorite rapper? Eminem. What age is your youngest aunt? Uhhhh I have no idea. Do you like bowling? Sure, it's fun. Do you like roasting marshmallows on a bonfire? I do. What shows or characters scared you as a child? Ghostface from the Scream series was my worst fucking nightmare. I couldn't even see pictures of him without crying. The King Ramses guy from Courage the Cowardly Dog also gave me a number of nightmares. Something about the way he was animated was very unnatural and unnerving to me.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''castle of glass'' by linkin park

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poptod · 4 years

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Arcadian Pt. 2 (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: Honey doesn’t just sweeten delights.

Notes: Kind of insinuated sex at the end, but it could be anything. Still gender neutral :)

Word Count: 2.7k

Every now and again he shows up out of the blue, and there’s no routine to his appearances either. Though, no one in your village is exactly mad about it - he’s a very nice boy, they remark, and more often than not they insinuate about your relationship with him, which is purely platonic according to you.

“He just kisses me every now and then,” you say whenever asked, which doesn’t help your situation, but everyone can see how much he dotes on you. It’s especially visible one summer afternoon when he pops by your home, knocking on the outside of your hut.

Peeking out, you grin at the sight of him, pulling him into a quick hug. As usual his touch lingers in different ways; a hand on your shoulder, fingers brushing against yours in a weak attempt at holding your hand. You hardly notice it at this point. It’s common, and you don’t put much stock in the idea that it means much more than friendship.

“I thought we could go fishing today,” Ahk suggests, and as much as you’d love to, you decline with a sad smile.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been given a job. I suppose I’ll have less time for you, but… well, if you want, you might be able to join me?” You suggest quietly, looking over his shoulder at the man you’re supposed to be following. He’s not as burly as your father, but he is much taller, and you’ve known him for a long time. He goes by the name of Madu, and he’s a shepherd who came to you with very little family.

“That.. I’d like that,” Ahk replies, tracing your line of sight to Madu, who is now glancing at the two of you and looking rather exasperated. “What is it exactly that you’re to do?”

“Well,” you say, hoisting a large, maroon coat around your shoulders and tying the belt, “I’m to apprentice him. He’s a shepherd. Not our usual job here, but we are self-sustaining.” Without thought he follows you, trailing behind as you catch up to Madu. He offers a very curt smile to the two of you, staying silent as you explain the particulars of the job - Ahk listens intently, always interested in what you have to say.

The sun is already high in the sky, and the heat is boiling beneath the many layers you wear. Ahk doesn’t understand the way you dress, often commenting that it’s much more comfortable to dress the way he does, in few layers and thin cloth. You don’t fully understand your village’s ways either, but you’re much too young to be commenting on them in a way that suggests you don’t like them. Besides, controversy isn’t really your thing, something Ahk picked up on rather quickly - you avoid most situations where an argument could arise.

In a grass laden valley a ways from the water of the nile, a herd of sheep graze in the desert sun. It’s a veritable paradise, at least that’s what Ahk thinks, watching you for your reaction. When he sees nothing, he assumes it’s not the first time you’ve been here. He’s right too - it’s around the third time, and as beautiful as it is, you’re a little numb to it.

The job isn’t that hard, and since you’re still an apprentice in the works, you’re allowed a little leeway; Madu works with the sheep, and you watch from a rock jutted out of the soft dirt. Ahk sits beside you, watching clouds drift aimlessly by, a listless wind cooling sun-warmed skin. At the sides of your tiny plateau sheep graze, their noises and hums a background for your conversation - Ahk lies down, feeling the warmth of the rock on his back and the sun on his face. You stay upright, watching Madu’s techniques as you keep a happily content conversation with him.

“So have you always wanted to be a shepherd?” He asks when you’re both fully up-to-date on each others lives. His memory isn’t the greatest, and it’s even worse compared to yours. Somehow you’ve managed to remember every little thing he’s told you, from his advisors to his brothers to the food he likes to eat. He tries his best remembering your own stories, and according to you, he’s doing just fine, though he can’t help but think he could do better.

“Well… it’s not something I don’t want to do, specifically. I like the idea of it, I think,” you tell him vaguely, shrugging and digging at the sediment on the rock. “I don’t really want to be a beekeeper is all I know. It’s… I don’t know. I thought I wanted to be one but then you learn more about the job, and it’s not quite as appealing… you know?”

“I understand,” he mumbles, his hand drifting towards you to run up and down your arm. His skin is so much softer, so much cleaner than yours that it leaves a path trailing up the dirt that grows on your skin from your day to day activities. You’re so incredibly sensitive, he notes - whenever he touches you in a gentle fashion a shiver runs through your body, and you sit straighter than usual.

“I, um… I’ve told you that my village’s main source of income is honey and beeswax, right?”

“I think you’ve mentioned it,” he hums, still staring up at you like you’re a great wonder of the world. His hand stills, touching the side of your palm till he moves further in, sliding his hand over yours and intertwining the fingers. When you tighten the hold he makes his breath catches, and the wind stills for a moment to revel in the silence comforted by your presence.

Gazing up at you, he thinks to himself, perhaps the world is manageable with you. With another hum from him he sits up, scoots closer to you until your shoulders touch, and he kisses your temple. A giggle comes involuntarily from you, and you quickly cover your mouth in a weak attempt to hide it, but he just smiles - distant and loving, observing of every imperfection, and holds you closer.

“You should come visit me in Memphis, if you ever have the time,” he suggests quietly, and when you don’t respond he thinks he’s said something wrong - still, he waits for you to make a move.

“Father might be taking a delivery of honey to the city tomorrow. I might be able to visit you then,” you finally answer after a good deal of silence. He lets out a sigh of relief, relaxing and leaning into you once more.

“Have I ever told you how perfect you are?” He wonders aloud, turning to fully face you. Slowly his hands trail over your shoulders and up to your face, drawing a line down your cheek, tracing over your jawline - you mumble something, blushing a deep red and unable to meet his eye.

“Ife! Are you paying attention?” Madu calls from the entrance of the tiny valley, breaking the trance of your friendship too loving to be what you imagine it to be.

“Yes, um… yes, do you need me?” You ask, trying to hide your laugh when Ahk sighs, disappointed as he rolls his eyes, staring up at the sky.

“No,” he says with a laugh, “just making sure you’re not too preoccupied with your… friend.”

Ahk grumbles, resting his head on your shoulder. Laughing you attempt at comforting him, ruffling his hair in the way he likes. Every time you do so, you feel a little more special; he doesn’t let anyone else do it, at least that’s what he tells you, and you’re inclined to believe him. He hasn’t ever lied before, and you don’t believe he’s capable of lying to you - he’s far too sweet to you for that.

“I best be heading home anyway,” he mumbles, his voice muffled by your shoulder. “I’ve got a meeting to attend with my father.”

“Anything interesting happening?”

“Not really. Someone enacted justice before asking Pharaoh so now he’s a little angry.”

“A little?”

“A lot,” he chuckles, leaning back from his hiding spot in the crook of your neck. “I’ll see you on that honey delivery then? Where should I meet you?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never been, remember?”

“Oh, right,” he chuckles rather sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Then shall I meet you at the city gates?”

“Sounds just fine,” you agree, smiling softly as you plant a kiss on his cheek - something you rarely ever do. Before he can think to respond in any way you jump off the rock, following Madu and directing the sheep with your own staff, smaller than his but just as intricate. He waves a good bye, a dreamy smile stuck on his face even though you don’t look back.

The next morning he wakes up early, anticipation running thick through his veins as he’s dressed by servants. In the floor length mirror in his room he fluffs out his robes, admiring how they fit him, and wondering if you’d ever notice it - you have a keen eye, but fashion isn’t something you note often. He doesn’t blame you for that, you don’t exactly have the time to focus on what you look like, not like he does at least. Still he hopes he looks alright for you, if only to boost his own confidence.

Before he leaves the palace his father requires him to take a few guards with him, and despite his reluctance it’s forced upon him, and he’s soon walking down the streets with a guard on either side of him. It feels more like he’s being escorted to jail rather than going to meet a friend, but the feeling melts away when he sees you and your family just barely entering the gates of the city.

He rushes towards you, leaving his guards behind you, gathering your small frame up in a big hug, even lifting you off the ground and spinning you round. You laugh, delighted at his excitement if not a little confused.

“Ahk, I saw you yesterday, you know,” you giggle when he sets you down - you keep your hands on his shoulders, just as he keeps his on your waist.

“I know, I’m sorry - I’m just happy you’re here. I want to show you my home is all,” he says, smiling brighter than ever, even when your father pats him with a too-strong grip on his shoulder.

As he leads you through the streets crowded with people, your awe is plain to see; pillars tower above you, all decorated in intricate paintings and murals of life. There’s probably more people in this one place than you’ve ever met in your entire life, and each one interests you - your father has to grab you by the back of your shirt to drag you away from each stall. A fair amount of people are interested in you as well - you’re clearly natives to the land, but you’re dressed oddly, and your father and brothers carry a massive train of honeypots behind them which disrupts the usual flow of traffic.

To each sight that catches your eye he explains the usage and history, pointing out every detail you can’t see. During your trip to your fathers’ delivery spot he tries to hold your hand, and probably would’ve been successful if your father hadn’t been staring intensely at the back of his head. Eventually you meet the steps of the palace, your mouth hanging open at the pure size of the building. He just laughs at your state of shock, patting your shoulder and telling you, “that’s my home.”

It confuses him, just slightly, as to why your family begins to go around the palace, reaching the back to where the steps to the storeroom are, till he finally realizes in a moment of pure shock and coincidence; your village is the main supplier of the palace honey.

“You didn’t tell me your family was our main supplier,” he says quietly, standing beside you as your family and several servants load the jugs down into the storeroom.

“I wasn’t aware of it,” you mumble, just as surprised by the coincidence as he is. “Perhaps that’s why my father trusted you so easily.”

“Not because of my charm and boyish good looks?”

“I don’t think so,” you laugh, leaning into him as you do so.

When at last the delivery is finished, your father begins to deal with payment - one of the Pharaoh’s advisors comes down, sorting out the financial dues and all the things you and Ahk don’t care in the least for. One of your brothers tells you in a hushed whisper that this part always takes the longest, so when your father isn’t looking, Ahk pulls you away, through streets you don’t know and into a little corner where a bench sits, the tight walls of the alley covered lush in green vines.

“I wonder if you could stay the night,” he says to you, seated beside you and holding your hands in his own. This little area of the city is quiet, almost as quiet as your own home - before you answer you take a good, long look at your friend, and decide in a decision you’ve never consciously made before that he’s very handsome.

“I’m not sure my father would think that to be entirely appropriate,” you answer bashfully, turning away with the ghost of a smile playing at your lips.

“It’s only fair, since I’ve spent the night with you often, and your family has always been so hospitable.”

“Well…” you glance to the side, then back at him - “I suppose I could always ask.”

“I’ll ask, that way it seems more like I’ve invited you and less like you’ve invited yourself,” he offers, and when you nod he smiles, the decision made as the two of you leave the privacy of the little corner.

It goes over a lot better than he thought would, though a lot worse than you wished it to be. He’s hesitant as always, gesturing his answer to your brother who translates the words to Ahk.

“Are you sure it’s not going to be an issue with Pharaoh?” Is his main concern, but Ahk quickly dismisses it.

“Of course not. It’s just one guest, though you and your family are welcome to stay as well. We have more than enough food and space,” Ahk replies with a polite bow and smile. His eyes dart from you to Ahk, questioning in his head whether or not this is a good idea, before slowly nodding. He gestures his words, and again your eldest brother translates it.

“Alright. But if there’s trouble, don’t hesitate to kick Ife out.”

Ahk almost laughs at this - you could never be trouble. Besides the fact that you’re far too polite, he likes you too much to kick you out.

“I don’t think there’ll be an issue. Thank you for letting them stay.”

He turns to you with a giddy smile, almost jumping out of his sandals when your father turns away and you give him a thumbs up. The rest of the afternoon is spent in giving a tour of the city to you and your family, several guards following you to ensure your safety, even with your fathers’ insistence that he’s fine without. Despite the fact that your father and brothers have been to Memphis many times they’re somehow shocked by what they see, and it’s obvious after the third or fourth sight that they’ve never bothered to really look at the architecture or people of the city.

Meeting the Pharaoh marks the end of the day - it’s a momentous occasion for your family, who, including you, bow at the sight of him and treat him professionally. For the Pharaoh, being treated professionally means being treated as god on earth, which is something Ahk doesn’t especially like. Pharaoh doesn’t take much note of the meeting, and adds a cursory ’thank you,’ for the honey your family supplies, leaving an imprinted memory in your fathers mind for years to come. With that, your family departs, leaving you and Ahk to your own entertainment.

“What should we do?” He asks when you reach the palace and, through various methods of avoiding his family, end up in his room. It’s grander than anything you’ve seen, and every item costs more than your life, not that you recognize that - to you, it’s just your friends room.

“I say… we have a little fun.”

“Oh?” He says, raising an eyebrow. “Lead the way, my dear.”

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emptymasks · 5 years

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Can you do something like is the first Third Sunday and Yancy is like "nah they forgot about me" and then reader really goes to see him and what's his reaction, sorry I just need more him 😪

first visitation // yancy x reader

So How About That Date? ( A Heist With Markiplier x Reader Collection [SFW])

Pairing: Yancy / Gender-Neutral Reader

Words: 1808

Rating: General Audiences

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Notes: got my first request done! got another 14 more to get through, it’s a little overwhelming but it gives me more material and inspiration for hitting that 50k for nanowrimoand you can keep those requests coming in, i’m also taking ones for yancy x illinois because that’s a thing i ship now

November 17th.

The datestood out on the fairly plain calendar that hung on your bedroom wall, you’dcircled the square containing the date vigorously in blue highlighter that wasprobably seeping through the shiny paper, but that didn’t matter. In fact you’dcircled every third Sunday starting from the thirtieth of October onward,perhaps with the occasional hearts and stars doodled there as well.

Threeweeks, three whole weeks since Yancy had single-handedly gotten you out ofHappy Trails Penitentiary and if someone had asked you if you’d ever be happyto go back there you would have laughed. That someone would have probably beenMark. But he was off god knows where now. When the guards had gone through thewall to recover his injured or possibly dead body, he was nowhere to be found.You decided not to dwell on your old partner, and focused on your new friend…who maybe you wanted to be more than just a friend.

You wouldhave never thought you’d be so happy and excited to step back in that prison,but the thought of seeing Yancy again crushed any dread you felt about theplace. That last exchange you’d had through that steel gate… He’d been sogleeful as he’d led you out and then had looked to dejected when you’d asked ifhe was coming with you, clearly not thinking he was worth anything out in therest of the world. But then he’d told you about visitation, he’d mentionedparole. You’d heard from the other inmates that whenever parole came aroundYancy would get himself in some trouble or mess around to avoid being grantedparole. He’d even said to you (or sang to you) he was praying he wouldn’t getparole. It broke your heart to think he wanted to be stuck in there forever. Itbroke your heart more that you couldn’t be with him. He was right, you didn’tfit in there, but you’d been missing him terribly over these last few weeks.They’d passed so slowly but now the third Sunday was finally here!

You’dalready gotten everything ready and laid out the night before, you didn’t wantto spend the morning fussing over what to wear or what to bring and end upbeing late. It felt like time whip-panned around as you got dressed, grabbedyour bag and made your way to the bus stop, and in no time at all you werefidgeting and intertwining your hands in a waiting room scattered with otherpeople visiting their friends and family and loved ones. You kept your head lowunder your hat but no one seemed to recognise you the slightest… you’d questionit if it wasn’t far from the strangest thing that’s happened to you.

As you wereall ushered through into the visitation room the realisation of what wasactually happening and oh god what if he didn’t want to see you? I mean, it wasa pretty stupid though, you two had become friends and you hoped started tocare about each other. And he told you to come, hadn’t he? You sat down andthat little bit of anxiety bubbled through you but you just focused on keepingyour gaze fixed on the door.

—–

It wasvisitation day, huh… Not that Yancy had been keeping track or nothing, no ofcourse not… But he’d never really even had an inkling of when visitation daywas before you came along had he? And here he was probably getting his hopesall up over nothing. God, why’d he have to be so stupid to tell you whenvisitation was? You were out now, in the big outside world. You could be doingall sorts of things, hell you could have moved away and hopped on the first busaway from here. It’s not like you had any reason to stay… And even if you werearound, it’s not like you had any reason to remember him, you’d probablyforgotten all about him by now.

Shit, he’deven thought about trying harder for parole. He wondered if you’d even heardhim mumbling that he’d maybe try for parole, he’d said it so quietly with hishead bowed, as if afraid to admit to himself that he was fond of you,incredibly fond of you, fond enough that he was considering giving up thisprison life, this family he’d found, just to be out there with you. Not thatthe outside world was any more appealing… but the thought of getting to spendall his time with you, especially in a place where it was just the two of yous…

He wassnapped out of his thoughts be a clanging against the bars of his cell.

“Yancy, getup,” There was a guard at his door. Why was there a guard at his door?

“Hey,what’s this about? I ain’t done nothing, I’ve been behaving myself-”

“You’ve gota visitor.”

Yancy feltlike time stopped for a second. A visitor? It couldn’t be you… but whoelse was there? Perhaps this was just done mix-up and someone had dome to visittheir dear cousin Jancy and the guard has misheard… that was plausible right?Jancy was totally a name right? It felt more plausible than you actually comingback here.

He followedthe guard anyway, he didn’t really have a choice, and tried not to hold hisbreath and hope.

—–

You watchedas a steady stream of prisoners came through the door, some of which yourecognised and they looked at you with a surprised or confused look, apart fromSparkles McGee who gave you a wink and a grin and you wondered if he knewsomething you didn’t. Yancy hadn’t been talking about you had he? I mean…perhaps you hoped he had been. You were hoping he’d missed you as much as you’dmissed him. Hell, if he’d only missed you half the amount that you’d missed himthat would still be a hell of a lot.

Finally yousaw him, shuffling at the back of the line, eyes staring at the ground. Heseemed a mix between confused and like he just wanted to dart back to his cell.The guard poked him in the arm and then pointed at you. His eyes met yours andthey widened and he blinked as if checking he really was seeing you.

“Get onover there then,” The guard prodded Yancy again, starting to push him towardsyou to get Yancy’s legs moving.

He slowlywalked over to you in a daze and stopped at the bench opposite you across thesmall table. He didn’t sit down, he just kept staring at you.

“Yous…really came?” His voice sounded so small.

“Of courseI did, you said visitation was every third Sunday, remember?”

“Well yeah,but I didn’t… think yous would…” He trailed off, mumbling into his chest andyour heart broke.

“Yancy, whywouldn’t I come?” You tried to peer up and get a better look at his face. “Whywould you think I wouldn’t come?”

“I don’tknows… There’s just a lotta stuff out there, don’t know why yous would wannacome back in here, especially if you got caught after we bust you outta here… Iwouldn’t want yous getting in any trouble over me…and yous must have plenty ofbetter things to be doing out there and I’m not…”

Oh youcouldn’t bear this. He looked so forlorn and you hated that he thought youcould ever forget about him. You stood up and in a few steps you were pullinghim into you, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I couldnever forget about you, Yancy. The best thing I can think of to do with mytime, the thing I want to do the most, is spend time with you. I missed you somuch.” You hoped that didn’t come off too strong but you just needed him toknow that you cared.

“Missed youtoo, doll.” He murmured into your neck and finally seemed to relax.

You couldhave stayed there forever like that, but you remembered you were not the onlytwo people in the room and you reluctantly pulled away.

“Oh,Yancy,” There was some wetness around his eyes and you brushed it away. “Comeon, sit down.”

You went towalk back around the table, but he held onto the sleeve of your jacket. Itseemed like he wanted to curl himself into you, the poor boy was probablytouch-starved. You twisted your hand in his grip so you could link yourfingers, before going to sit opposite him, pulling on his hand to get him tofinally sit down and earning a laugh out of him.

Youlistened to him as he relayed all of the latest antics that had been happening,Bambam stabbed the newest guard, someone heard the Warden finally say ‘fuck’(although no one knows who it was too as they all had their ears pressedagainst the door), and a pigeon got stuck in the mess hall for three days andthey named him Ritchie.

It was hardto hear that visitation was over and you had to part ways again. Determined notto let him leave without another hug you brought him back into your arms.

“Just threemore weeks, then you’ve got to deal with me again,” You smiled. “And hey, Ithink I’m allowed to bring you gifts, right? Anything you want? That you won’tget in trouble for having, of course.”

“Yousreally don’t gotta do anything like that for me.” He smiled and shook his head.

“But I wanttoo! I can smuggle you in sweets and books and uh…” You thought about how muchhe didn’t seem to want to let go of you. “How about I bring something for youto cuddle when I’m not around? If, uh, if that’s not weird…”

“S’notweird… Yous would really want to do something like that… for me?”

“Of course.I care about you, Yancy-”

“Yancy!Tell your sweetheart you’ve got to go, come on back to your cell.” The guardfrom the back of the room called out.

Both of youflushed at the word ‘sweetheart’ and the implication that you were his.

“Yousshould probably-”

“I shouldprobably get back-”

Both of youchuckled as you talked over each other. You were aware of your face feelingwarm and god you hoped you weren’t blushing too much.

“I’ll seeyou in three weeks, Yancy. I’ll miss you.”

“Yeah, I’llmiss you too.”

As you leftyou were already making a mental list of what you could bring him as gifts.That boy was about to get some sort of stuffed animal whether he wanted one ornot.

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these are ties that bind (1/8)

you can also find this story on ao3!

fandom: criminal minds

rating: g

(chapter) word count: 1,976

summary: emily and hotch must pretend to be in a long-term relationship in order to foster carrie. shenanigans and serious conversations alike ensue.

masterlist

one.

Emily Prentiss stood in front of the hotel door, hand raised, wondering if she was making the biggest mistake of her life. All her self-preservation instincts, built up from a lifetime of looking over her shoulder, told her it would be better for all parties if she just walked away. But a small voice in the back of her head disagreed. There is someone who needs you, it said. Someone who you are not too late to save. That voice had gotten her into this situation, and it was determined to see it through.

She knocked once, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent hallway. When Hotch opened the door, he looked as if he rather expected to see someone else. It was late, but Reid and Morgan were still off flirting with women at a club somewhere. Or, probably more likely, Morgan was flirting while Reid sat alone at the bar. Emily found she could never begrudge either of them the comfort of a post-case routine, no matter how strange.

Hotch was wearing his pajamas, which consisted of plain grey sweatpants and a well-worn GW Law shirt. His outfit had the unsettling effect of reminding Emily that she and him were, in fact, almost the same age. He often seemed much more world-weary than his thirty-some years suggested, although she supposed it was her who had actually seen more of the world. He was holding a book in one hand and seemed poised to lecture Reid for forgetting his keycard again. Upon seeing Emily, the expression on his face slid from irritation into confusion.

“Prentiss?” he asked. The “what do you want?” went unsaid.

“Sir, if you don’t mind, I’d like to talk to you about something.” Hotch opened the door wider and motioned her inside. He sat down on one of the beds while Emily leaned uncomfortably on the desk and surveyed the room. What she assumed was Hotch’s side of the room was nothing short of meticulous, although Spencer, to his credit, had managed to keep his chaos contained to a two by four area at the foot of his bed.

Acutely aware of the importance of her next few sentences, she began. “Carrie Ortiz, the girl from the case, has an aunt and uncle in Phoenix, but they’re not able to care for her. She doesn’t have anyone else and especially after seeing what the foster system can do to kids, I don’t know if…” No, this wasn’t the way to do it. She was dancing around her point and both she and Hotch knew it. Time to regroup.

“Carrie came to me and asked if I would be willing to take her in for the time being.” Emily’s knee-jerk reaction had been no, but remembering what JJ told her earlier had given her pause. She had never been one of those children who dream of becoming a parent, not until it was no longer a dream. In the ensuing fallout, she became even more convinced that parenting was not for her. But Carrie wasn’t a helpless child. She was a young woman who had experienced a traumatic event and was voluntarily asking Emily to become her guardian. And so Emily found herself unable to say no.

“What did you tell her?”

“I told her that I would have to think about it but that I didn’t have the power to make that decision myself.” It was the truth. Emily knew that Hotch didn’t tolerate lying, especially not to victims. To give false hope to someone whose family had just been ripped away would be unspeakably cruel.

“Prentiss, with all due respect, I’m not sure why we’re having this conversation. I know you don’t need to be reminded of the dangers of our job, but I firmly believe that you will make the right decision.” Truthfully, it had taken Emily several hours to fully process Carrie’s request and several more before she could think rationally enough to decide. But she had made up her mind. If only that made it a reality.

Emily took a deep breath. For all the courage it had taken to get this far, the hardest part had yet to come. “I talked to Carrie’s social worker and she said that in the absence of family, they usually try to place in-area, but that given Carrie’s explicit request, she might be able to make an exception. However…” She trailed off. Maybe this was a mistake. It wasn’t too late to back out.

“However?” Hotch prompted. His tone was steady, and Emily forced herself to make eye contact. His face had smoothed itself into a neutral expression, which Emily took as a positive sign as she gathered her resolve.

“They don’t place children with single parents. No exceptions.” And definitely not gay couples, she mentally amended.

“I see,” he said. His face wrinkled in a way that told Emily he hadn’t quite figured out where she was going. “That’s a pity. Although, that still doesn’t solve the mystery of why you’re in my hotel room. I may be your boss, but even I don’t have sway over the foster care system of Denver.”

“Well… I sort of told Carrie’s caseworker that I would have to consult my husband.” She had run out of the room immediately after, wondering what on earth had just possessed her. She was a lesbian, for God's sake! There was no husband in her future. What scared her even more was realizing that she didn’t regret it. She wanted this for Carrie (and for herself, if she was being honest) and she was willing to do whatever it took, even if it meant hatching a hare-brained scheme like the one she currently found herself ensnared in.

Hotch raised his eyebrows at her. She suspected the pieces were starting to come together for him. “And you’re here to ask me to marry you?”

He was chuckling now, almost in disbelief. Although she half-expected to become defensive, Emily instead found herself wanting to crack a grin at the pure absurdity of the situation.

“Well, given my lack of a personal life, it was one of our coworkers or a random man on the street.” The last time she had been on a date was months ago. Liv had been nice, but Emily could tell she wanted more than a casual relationship. So that particular alley was a bust, notwithstanding the fact that her gender preference would disqualify any actual partner.

“Why me?” Hotch asked, bringing her out of her thoughts. His tone turned serious again. “I don’t exactly have the best track record with parenthood.”

His gaze was fixed at a blank spot on the wall above her head, and Emily imagined he was mentally scrolling through his worst hits as a constantly-working husband and father.

“Hotch, you’re the only man on this team with any parenting expertise.” Upon giving the decision some thought, Emily had realized that not only was Hotch the best choice, he was the only choice. She voiced her thought process to reassure him. “Morgan is the perpetual bachelor, Reid would eat cereal for every meal if we let him, and Rossi is old enough to be my father.”

“While I’m certainly flattered to have been picked by process of elimination, that doesn’t make this a good idea.” He was right. In fact, it was a bad idea for more reasons than Emily could count, chiefly that she and Hotch had only recently reached any sort of lasting truce; any person who wasn’t convinced of the validity of their relationship could turn them in and ruin the whole scheme.

“Sir, I recognize the ridiculousness of the situation, and if you say no I will never mention this conversation again, but I really believe that we have the chance to make someone’s life better. Our job is about always making wrong things right, giving people peace, but never more than that. Never making a good thing on its own.” Hotch looked as surprised as Emily felt at her impassioned speech. At some point, she had begun gesticulating, movements becoming more frantic as the volume of her voice rose.

“We’ve seen how the foster system changes kids,” she continued, suddenly feeling bold. “I don’t need Reid to quote statistics to know it’s usually not for the better. Carrie has so much potential and I don’t want to think her hopes were dashed because of a choice I made.” I see myself in her, Emily didn’t say. Young and hopeful and ready to take on the world.

They sat in silence as Hotch mulled her words over. Emily felt confident that no matter his decision, she had given it her all. It felt unnerving to have to place a decision this important in the hands of a man she had betrayed, but Emily knew he would put aside any feelings, positive or negative, that he might have for her. It was one of the things she admired most about Hotch; if he respected you, he valued your contributions, whether you were certified genius Spencer Reid or a local law enforcement officer assisting the team. With that conviction in mind, Emily did her best to steel herself for his decision as Hotch began to speak.

“Let’s pretend I said yes. What are we going to tell the team, not to mention Jack and my… Haley?” Emily pretended to ignore the way he choked on Haley’s name. It was the least she owed him. Still, she felt hope bubbling in her chest at the realization that he was actually considering it.

“I think we should tell the team as little as possible. I don’t doubt that they’ll figure out something is different, but we both know Reid and Garcia can’t lie to save their lives. It’ll be better to keep them in the dark for as long as possible.” Hotch nodded and Emily felt some of the tension leave her body. “As for Jack and Haley, you know them best, so I’ll defer to you.”

“We’ll have to convince them we’re really in a relationship,” he responded without pause. “Haley and I currently have equal custody, and I won’t do anything to jeopardize that.”

“Deal.” She briefly fought the ridiculous urge to offer him a handshake. “Although I am warning you that I’m not sure how long this arrangement will have to last.”

“Well, as you pointed out, I’m not exactly a youthful bachelor.” True to his words, Emily’s brain faltered when asked to conjure up an image of Hotch as a twenty-something playboy. He was, she thought, possibly the most monogamous man she had ever met. If he was as serious in his acquiescence to her plan as he was in every other endeavor, they would be an excellent team.

“You’re really sure?” She had hoped for this, of course, but now it hardly seemed real.

Hotch’s voice was warm. “Emily, speaking as a parent, every child deserves someone who is as passionate about them as you clearly are about Carrie. If I have the chance to make someone's life better and it doesn’t harm me or my family or the team in any way, then I don’t see how I could say no.”

“Thank you, sir. You don’t know how much this means to me.” Emily rarely cried, preferring to keep her rare bouts of melancholia and euphoria within the confines of her apartment, but she could feel herself tearing up, though she tried her best to conceal it. “We should be able to sign the necessary paperwork in the morning.”

“Of course,” he said. Emily stood and turned to leave the room, pausing in the door frame as she heard his voice again, colored by the return of his smile. “And Prentiss, if we’re going to pull this off, you probably shouldn’t call me sir.

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pluviophile-bookworm · 4 years

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AWAE 1x5 rewatch: thoughts and reactions

Here I am again with another AWAE rewatch. Writing these takes longer than you might think, so I don’t know how regular I can keep those coming, but I’ll see what I can do. For the time being, let’s dive into another episode:

And this episode opens in the best way possible - with Shirbert’s first spelling scene. Little did we know how important those would become - although reading the books kind of gave us a hint of it. And yet, this is one of the added charms of this incarnation of the story.

I have to say Mr. Philips is not being subtle with the words he is giving them to spell.

And there goes Gilbert’s first skipped E - in the word engagement, no less. That letter was given a lot more emphasis here than in the source material, and I live for it.

“Anne, are you feeling alright?” Knowing what milestone Anne experiences later on in this episode, Anne’s discomposure probably has little to do with Gilbert’s effect on her. But who can ever know for sure? I have to say, this episode had one of the cold opens I call “gold opens”.

And there it goes - Anne’s dramatic reaction to her first period. Is this an appropriate time to complain about the lack of health ed kids get in this setting? I mean, she would not have reacted like this if she had been talked to about this and knew what to expect. I doubt anyone’s reaction would be any different if they didn’t know what periods were, woke up in pain one night and discovered they were bleeding. Also, Anne better not be soaking that thing in hot water, or else the stain is never coming out.

Anne’s “I’m not ready to be a woman” speaks so much to me. WARNING: intimate personal experience coming up. I remember my first period. I had just turned fourteen about a month prior, and I had pretty much stopped anxiously awaiting it after I had done so since they talked about it in health class when I was 12. So, when I went into school for a test one day 6 years ago - I was really sick so I only went in for the test in the middle of the school day - I was focusing on the material and on suppressing my sneezes so I wouldn’t spread the flu to others. I was not at all expecting to go into that test a girl and come back home a woman. Yes, I was in pain, but I thought it was the usual stress pains I would get during important tests amplified by my sickness. Anyway, so after that day, for years after, I would cry when I got my period and insist that “I am not a woman, I do not need this” and this emotion was so strong in me that it would result in progesterone deficiency and my period would skip for months and I would be on meds for so long. Then, when I was 17, I talked to a therapist about this and it turned out my refusing to accept I was a woman (as opposed to a girl, not that I was questioning my gender) was making my body try to suppress my womanhood. So yeah, it was tough. But I’m ok now and Anne’s reaction just brought out this personal memory. I’m sorry. Maybe I didn’t need to tell you all this, but it’s closely tied to my reception of this episode, so the way I see it I couldn’t go without it.

The way Marilla shooed Matthew out made me think. Was the existence of periods supposed to be kept a total secret from men at the time? Because that is not ok. Even today, there are a lot of men in the world, probably the majority of them, who don’t know the simplest thing about periods.Those are men who have mothers, sisters, girlfriends, daughters - they interact with women close to them and they at least need to know what to do and what not to do to make that time of the month easier for the women in their lives. But they don’t because nobody teaches them. This is just another part of making periods seem like a shameful thing that is to be kept secret at all times. And that’s not ok. But we’ll get back to that in future scenes.

While Anne is turning into a woman physically, Gilbert has to grow up too fast in a different way. What he has to go through with, and then without his father is just heartbreaking. Getting your period is a good and healthy, if unpleasant, way to grow up; losing your father - just the opposite.

Marilla cracks me up. “That explains all the children” is her hilariously deadpan response to Rachel saying she’d rather be pregnant. And I’m glad to see both women find it as hilarious as I do.

I’m even happier to see the girls at school are laughing together, too. However, things get serious quite suddenly. Apparently, Anne has just told them about her new maturity, so now they’re all sharing their experience. However, Ruby reminds me a lot of me in the same situation. Remember that health class I had when I was 12? It provoked a lot of discussion among us girls afterwards, and that was incredibly awkward for me because I was apparently the only one who didn’t have it yet. So yeah, I was Ruby in this situation, but I would go on to become Anne saying “Trust me, if I could give you mine, I would.” It reminds me of another personal story, and you’ll have to excuse me for telling it. A lot of my personal stories are coming out here, but I guess it’s the topic of the episode and there’s no way for me to comment on it without relating those stories. So, about a year ago when my 11yo cousin told me she’d gotten hers, I was in another one of my so-called “period-less periods” and I was seriously worried about my health. So, naturally, I was like “If I could take yours, I would.” Because, you know, it’s normal if you don’t have it at 11, but it is seriously concerning if you’re a 19-year old virgin going two months without her period. So, you see, I’ve been at so many points within the spectrum. Well, I’ll try to comment only on the episode from here on and not share my entire medical past.

“Nice boys never say people eat insects”. I quote that pretty much on a daily basis - every time someone mentions mnemonic devices. It’s hilarious. One of my university professors went out of her way to say those two words as many times as she could one time last year and I could not contain my laughter thinking of this quote, courtesy of Gilbert Blythe.

Anne acts just the way I do on my period - ok, I said no more personal details, but that barely counts. It’s just, Anne is so relatable. But also, when she says “Nothing appeals to me, Marilla” - I know what you need, Anne. You need chocolate. But did they have chocolate like we do?

My, I had forgotten this was when the raspberry cordial incident happens. This should be fun. And then heartbreaking. But it’s kinda fun in the long run, you know.

Wait, is Matthew going to order a puff sleeved dress for Anne? Is this that? I mean, it has to be since he rarely leaves Green Gables unless it’s for something really important. And if this is important to Anne, then you bet it’s also important to Matthew. You gotta love that man.

Of course Anne would be wearing the special ribbon Marilla Gave her. And of course she would invest all of her energy into that tea party. This is beautiful. Too bad one little mistake will have to ruin things...

Matthew is visibly uncomfortable amid the crowd in town, but he’s doing this for Anne and that means he has to do it, even if it’s out of his comfort zone. Even if Marilla might disapprove. The world needs more men like Matthew Cuthbert.

If Diana’s family had seen the manner in which Anne welcomed her to tea, they might have disregarded her mistake at the end, but alas, they didn’t. It was as classy and sophisticated as could be. The end was an innocent mistake.

Ok, but how funny would it be if the first bottle Anne picked up was actually the cordial she was looking for? That was kinda like putting down the correct answer on a test, then correcting it to the wrong one. I know I said it’s funny, but now that I put it like this, it’s just as upsetting as it has always seemed to me.

“Will you take me with you, you have to take me”... imagine Anne at finishing school. Just imagine.

Ah, yes, alcohol brings out the immature side of even the most dignified young ladies. There’s nothing like seeing Diana Barry, the poster girl for classy, shouting “Bosoms!” and giggling with her best friend. Her highly controlled young life finally saw a moment of blissful immaturity. What a pity it will end in tears.

I see Matthew has finally opened up - and of course he has, he is talking about Anne. He just loves her so much. Ever since I was first introduced to the books, I’ve always thought it’s such a wonderful mistake that Anne ended up with the Cuthberts. It made life better for them as well as for her.

Little Matthew reminds me a little bit of Cole - quiet and gentle, but, as Jeannie said, knows how to “make himself known”. And also I love them both with all my heart.

Oh my, so this is the reason Matthew had to leave school - because Michael passed away? I had forgotten. Well, thanks for breaking my heart a second time. But well, I brought this upon myself by deciding to rewatch the entire series.

“A dignified affair”... if Marilla could see them now. Well, it’s better off that she can’t yet. Things are going down as it is, just let the fun last a little longer.

And there we go. It’s like the whole world is falling apart. This is worse than that time in season 3 when Diana’s mother drags her away from the Baynard house. And both times it is just plain tragic because both Anne and the Baynards are beautiful, good people who are nothing but kind and loving to Diana, and yet her mother fails to see that anything else but what she has deemed appropriate for her daughter, can be good.

If Marilla thinks some pairs of boots are “a frivolous expense”, I can’t imagine how she would react to the dress Matthew ordered for Anne.

“I will never have another bosom friend” Well, no, you won’t have to, Diana. It might seem like it’s the end of the world now, but it won’t last. Then, of course, there will be that other time of separation, which, like the other parallel I drew regarding Diana’s mother forbidding her to fraternise with someone, has to do with Jerry. I don’t want to think about that one, but, you know - just like this one, that, too, was fixed within the next episode. Also, based on this scene, I totally see why people ship them. I mean, it lowkey reminds me of Rapunzel and Cass in the TTS finale. You should watch that show if you haven’t btw.

Yes, Anne, life is so unfair, but not to you right now. To Gilbert. He’s losing his father. Forever. You just lost a friend for a little while. But of course, Anne knows neither one of those things. Life really is unfair, isn’t it?

“What wonderful red hair”, “I’ve heard nice things about you.” These must be some of the nicest things an adult who is not Matthew or Marilla has said to Anne in a long while. I wonder how that made her feel. If I were Anne, Gilbert’s father would have just made my day.

“Give my kind regards to Marilla” These words, coming from John Blythe, mean more than Anne and Gilbert can imagine. They mean more to me now that I’m watching this episode for the second time. That is why I love rewatches.

“Fair and square” Another Shirbert moment that would go on to become iconic. In a way, this whole episode is.

I see that, for once, Anne is putting her heart into her needlepoint. And not just hers, but, as it seems, Diana’s, too. She’s literally embroidered the words “kindred spirits” between two connected hearts. It’s beautiful. And sad to think that, as far as they know, they can never speak to each other again.

“I’ve come to realise that there are far bigger worries in the world” - is Anne referring to what Gilbert is going through with his father? Probably. I mean, being an orphan and going from one abusive household to another, Anne has probably never really had a relative to worry about. So she likely never even thought about how Gilbert feels taking care of his ill father until she saw it with her own eyes. This is why she won’t know how to properly react when John Blythe is gone.

So, I was wondering what Jerry’s role in this very much iconic episode would be, and there it is - he will be the one to take the boots back and bring home Anne’s special dress. And return the button to Jeannie, of course. This is definitely a special part. And Jerry delivered - both figuratively and literally in this particular case.

Anne’s face seeing the big box on her bed is priceless. The moment she sees the dress inside - even more so. What is a moment of “frivolous expense” and “vanity” to see her dream come true. And, just like that, the Cuthberts are a happy family.

In this episode, we saw: Shirbert’s first spell-off with Gilbert’s first skipped E; Anne’s first period, commented on with a lot of personal details about mine; a memorable mnemonic device; the development of John Blythe’s illness; a sassy Marilla moment and the reason behind all of Rachel Lynde’s pregnancies; Matthew orders a puff sleeved dress for Anne and is reunited with an old... friend in the process; Anne invites Diana to tea with disastrous results; the (temporary) tragic end of a beautiful friendship; Anne is older and wiser; Jerry delivers an important package; a happy ending to a tough week for Anne.

#anne with an e #anne with an e season 1 #awae #awae season 1 #renew anne with an e #renew awae #jnk watches awae #anne shirley cuthbert #gilbert blythe #diana barry #jerry baynard #matthew cuthbert #marilla cuthbert #rachel lynde #ruby gillis #jane andrews #josie pye #tillie boulter #in matthew we trust

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Code: Realize Route Review - SHIRLEY EXTRA ROUTE

We INTERRUPT YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED ROUTES WITH A SHIRLEY GORDON ROUTE REVIEW. Note, I’ve since done Finis’ route and much of Sholmes, but Shirley...Shirley can’t wait her turn.

Spoiler alert: There’s three good things about this route, unless you’re saving it for the last blast of nostalgia (don’t do that); Victor Frankenstein is present, Saint Germain is wonderful, and the boys all wear different clothing that, while more plain, makes them pretty hot.

Every single part of this route other than that is awful, terrible, and should feel terrible.

Oh, Delly and Passy are cute, I guess. But they’re too good for this route. Spoilers for it, I guess, but I’m doing you a favor if you don’t read it. There’s also spoilers for some of the main routes, chiefly Germain’s and Victor’s. Mostly Saint Germain’s.

This one is more in-depth than usual routes, because...well...I hate all of it, so it’s not just jumping around to different points that I either love or hate or find frustrating.

If other reviews feel more like reactions to you, this one is more than thorough enough to be a review.

First thing’s first: Yes, Sholmes is in this route, but he’s not in it long enough to be able to pull it out of the muck and garbage that is this route.

Second: Yes, the boys all get cool BDH moments, but again, not even that can save this travesty of a route

I could have included those as small concessions at the start, but that wouldn’t fit the rule of three, and frankly those three things are the only stuff that’s present consistently enough to matter.

So the route opens with an amusing little scene where Lupin disguises himself as Sholmes (weirdly, Lupin flexes a skill that Sherlock Holmes would normally possess, but whatevs. Code Realize struggles a little to keep up with Sherlock. It happens.) and steals a statue, presumably sticking this story around the point where Lupin stole all the vamp treasures back for Delly. (It’s not, because later they establish it’s definitely after Victor’s chapter, and I think the airship race is referenced once as well, placing it in an alternate universe where Finis doesn’t ambush them at the lab and Lupin is like ‘whoops, I said I got everything but I forgot the most important treasure of all’)

He runs into some mafia who try to kill him to get the statue back, but if Lupin is anything, he’s bullet proof. You might expect this mafia stuff to loop back to the festival place that Lupin inadvertently wrecked, the sky pirates that he pissed off, or the black race they participated in. You’d be wrong. Those stuff are barely mentioned, and the only purpose they solve is a brief scene where The Demon flexes her skills.

So the Twilight are super hard looking for Cardia at this point and they may possibly even have narrowly escaped a Twilight raid at that lab without killing Finis (we know he’s not dead, because Cardia would never miss an opportunity to remind us of how scary Germain was when he killed Finis had it happened), and this naturally means that Impey decides to go ahead and send her off all on her own for a drive through Lowtown with just Sisi to defend her, because testing the automobile can’t wait and Van Helsing is about to create a bioweapon in the kitchen. Why doesn’t he send Delly with her? Because Delly doesn’t want to be in this story, don’t force him.

While on that test drive, where Cardia would be unable to fix the car if it broke down, making the test drive totally pointless except to needlessly endanger her and open up Finis’ route, The Demon appears. The Demon being the girl in the photo, and who the route is about, Shirley Gordon. Shirley. She’s the 13 year old daughter of a mafia boss who simultaneously just wants to be normal and wants to go on a murder spree.

Shirley makes a habit of running away from her ‘crime’ family. There’s no reason for her to do this, actually, because they dote on her, never make her do anything bad, and are really better considered vigilantes than mafia. They’re so virtuous that the Lawful Neutral Sholmes that explicitly states he only cares about what the law says, not about the morals behind those laws, thinks they’re a-okay and will help them without hesitation.

Anyway. Shirley runs away to do...something. It’s never clear where she thinks she’s running to, other than maybe hoping to find a different crime boss and murder the heck out of him. Along the way, she spots a random woman driving in an automobile and is like “Yes! That one! I’m going to drag her into this escape, knowing full well that it’s not just endangering her but everyone around when I make her SPEED through the streets running away from my family, even after she says ‘I can’t control the car any faster than this, I’ll hit civilians’!” She also tries to get her father killed by flinging him off of a car at high speed into a street full of other cars and horses. But it’s okay, cuz he’s sturdy.

Impey planned ahead for some danger that would inevitably befall Cardia, the most danger-attracted person in the kingdom (and I mean ‘attracted to danger’, because this is the woman who at one point is warned about a mass murderer and immediately decides she should go ahead and wander in the sewers until she gets lost because it’s raining) - he made a button that activates a transmitter that warns him if she’s in danger. And that’s it. He doesn’t even tell her what it is, so by the time she tries to use it, it’s too late to do anything effective. Imagine if instead of a band of vigilantes cornering her, it was Twilight. “Oh, gee, but I put a transmitter on her car! Where could Cardia-chan have GONE? She turned it on, but this is just an empty alleyway with the car, no Cardia.”

Everyone scolds Impey about it, but that’s mostly because of a sudden uptick in mafia stuff (which to be fair would also be bad, because had it been actual mafia they’d have gotten there in time to find Cardia’s bullet-ridden corpse instead) and not because he let Cardia go unsupervised while Twilight is still looking for her.

Okay, that’s a lot of words harping on one thing, but it’s the vital starting point of this entire story. It’s important, and it is ridiculous. Anyway, moving on. Stuff happens that isn’t important except as a plot framing device. Cardia talks with Shirley and her dad, and immediately accidentally reveals her poison. As one does. Because the mafia looks at a living weapon and doesn’t immediately recoil in horror, Cardia instantly latches on to them to the point that she almost forgets Lupin’s crew exists for a few seconds. (Elaine and Etty, too)

She remembers that ‘oh, you kidnapped me and you kept me in London and not in a super obvious landmark like St. Paul’s Cathedral or some apartment in Baker’s Street, you screwed up!’ just in time for the rescue party to make their explosive entrance. The crew sans Saint Germain (because Germain would be murdering people and that would be unfortunate under the circumstances) arrive in a blaze of glory that is, frankly, pretty fun and has a cool CGI. It’s a bright spot that’s only slightly dragged down by Cardia koalaing the first second third (fourth counting Sholmes just being surprised on the train and then discounting it) group of people who don’t see her as a monster (in a timeline where she never saw her 665 past versions) immediately upon seeing her alien acid--I mean poison.

Saint Germain arrives home just in time to feel a bit awkward for missing Cardia’s monthly kidnapping and hints at plot stuff. Delly is also there and is cute enough that Saint Germain can’t help teasing him a little. Some time later, no one seems particularly hurried, confirming this is either right after Victor’s chapter or an AU where Finis didn’t show up in the lab and everyone ended up at a dead end related to Isaac. Sholmes shows up at the mansion because for some reason a case that has his name practically written on it is too much for him to handle on his own and he feels he needs Arsene’s thief-y mind to help him with it (maybe he’s suspects it’s a trap and is looking into the Certain Person he’s hunting?) - For no reason in particular, he goes ahead and leads the Gordons to Germain’s mansion as well.

Because Germain is there, it’s a pretty okay scene despite that. Sholmes and Germain are very alike and understand each other extremely well, and it sucks how little they get to interact.

Alas, the good scene can’t last, because while there’s a bunch of adults in a room talking, they unfortunately dragged dead weight into it, and it’s just a count down before Shirley blows her top. THIS HERE IS THE FIRST INSTANCE OF SOMETHING THAT REALLY BOTHERS ME.

Everyone, Cardia included, keeps crowing about how Shirley is Cardia’s first/only friend that is “Her age and gender”. Shirley is 13. At the end of this route, they will make a point to show that she’s about Delly’s age - Delly who is like a little brother/son and who never gets a route even two fandiscs in, because he’s too young. Cardia (although actually like 6) is in the body of someone who’s 17-18 years old. She’s a ‘young lady’, but not a child. She’s old enough that it’s not weird for thousands of years old Germain to be in love with her, nor is it creepy that Impey wants to sex her like a day after meeting her, and anywhere from 6 months to a year from the end of the plot each route she gets married. She’s old enough that Jack the Ripper considers her a legitimate target. She is NOT 13. Shirley isn’t her age, Shirley doesn’t act like her age. She’s basically a kid Cardia constantly has to babysit and who drags Cardia into trouble with her childish antics. It’s annoying that the game conflates a prepubescent child with an adult just because they’re both teenagers.

Anyway.

Shirley, in all her infinite wisdom, throws a temper tantrum because REASONS, and decides to drag Cardia out of an important meeting to go ‘have fun’ around town. And not only that, but she demands to do it without a single guard. While there are drug crazed killers wandering around town, and more importantly Twilight soldiers still looking for Cardia. Lupin gang comes to the absolutely deranged conclusion that Cardia will be fine ‘if she only runs into one or two Twilight’ as if that has ever been the case.

Remember how they all berated Impey for letting Cardia go on her own because dangerous mafia was out in the town? And then Cardia IMMEDIATELY GOT KIDNAPPED? Well, they don’t, because they all come to the same conclusion that Impey did and completely forget there’s still a group of killer mafia out there who probably are all the more likely to target Cardia when the daughter of a rival family is with her. If they wanted Shirley to shut up/Cardia to have some girl time, but they weren’t willing to send any adults out after her because it would be a bummer to catch that guy up on what he missed later, they could have sent Delly off to secretly tail her. But, again...Delly has his statue and now wants NOTHING to do with this route. As well he should.

Obviously, Cardia gets kidnapped immediately.

But first:

Shirley drags Cardia all over the place like an over-excited puppy, until she makes it to the mafia controlled festival place. Evidently it’s not her mafia, because while people are polite to her she still has to pay and play the games to get prizes. The cliche ‘she’s so good at shooting that an intentionally broken gun at a carnival game is no match for her’ thing plays out, complete with the ‘begging her to stop or they’ll go broke’ thing. What happens if you win too much is that the owner just says ‘mmkay you’re done for today’, that’s all. Also, even if you won the whole inventory from him, chances are he’s already made so much from failed attempts that it’d just be an annoyance.

At their last stop before they go home, Shirley finally realizes they’re being tailed (great reflexes, Shirley), and naturally her 13 year old, no-gun, no backup self immediately sprints after the person she’s sure killed her mother. Cardia, instead of picking up the girl with her superior strength and speed and carrying her home, foolishly decides to go off into the alleyways - which she KNOWS she shouldn’t do - after her.

Shock. Shirley runs into a blatant trap, because she is a child. She barks and yaps at the mafioso because she could do literally nothing else when she’s not even armed, and then Cardia is kidnapped alongside Shirley. Good job, Shirley! Your father was part of a three-part collaboration to take down Avido, but you bravely marched yourself into his arms and gave him ultimate leverage against not one but two of those groups!

Instead of instantly being killed to send a message, or even immediately used as effective leverage, they’re fortunate enough to just get stuck on a ship. It’s a good thing Avido has no connections to Twilight, because it sure would suck if he kept Shirley for leverage and then sent Cardia off to Finis. Fortunately, Impey learned from his previous mistake and this time put the tracker ON Cardia. So they can find her dead body more easily, if she ran into literally anyone who didn’t decide to just keep her safely locked up somewhere instead of killing her.

Shirley tells her sob story, it pales in comparison to even Lupin’s past, but Cardia feels terrible for her anyway because she hasn’t heard any of those stories yet on this route. Shirley, who wouldn’t sound out of place as Leon’s daughter, screams and tantrums about how she’s definitely gonna kill Avido while trapped in a cell who-knows-where with no actual way to kill him. She nearly just kills herself instead, slamming uselessly into the door like a rabid dog. Cardia has to jump in the way just to stop her.

Because, despite her rampant kidnapping, Cardia is actually competent most of the time, once Shirley stops causing a ruckus Cardia manages to spring them from the cell. The escape doesn’t last, because Avido uses ‘infinite footsteps’ jutsu, and Cardia and Shirley are surrounded. Remember in the Train Robbery chapter where Cardia remarks that Van Helsing taught her it’s really hard to get overwhelmed in an enclosed space like a tight hallway?

Yeah, forget that.

Anyway, in a charming semi-callback moment, the wall explodes nearby, letting Van Helsing and Germain into the hallway, chattering pleasantly with each other. Germain looks dapper AF while walking through the wreckage of the wall, as usual. It’s a nice moment. And, you know, if you get rescued by Van and Germain you’re pretty much set. Not much is gonna overwhelm that.

EXCEPT WHEN IT DOES, HAH. Avido pulls the ol’ “I have your friends and if you don’t want them to die, you’d best come with me peacefully” and so naturally the noted war hero whose family died because he went along with such a demand and the hostage taker killed them anyway, and the multi-thousands of year old assassin who has not just seen every trick in the book but probably written the book, immediately fall for it and go along with Avido.

Everyone, including the trickster thief and the other mafioso, also fell for the trick and so everyone ends up gathered in one place at the ballroom as Avido wants. Fortunately, Avido didn’t bring them all together to easily execute them, because their total lack of trust for each other’s skills really would have bitten them all in the butt then (except Germain, who would have egg on his face shortly before he killed all the mafia on board in revenge, I’m sure). Instead, he just wants them to...be there.

No, he doesn’t have any specific purpose for them. He just wants them there. He also wants Cardia dressed up for no particular reason. Fortunately, the Gordons gave Cardia a fancy dress right before she got kidnapped, and Victor has the poison proofing down so well now that he can just go ahead and treat a complex ensemble like that while riding in a car speeding its way to Liverpool. Because...well, there’s no actual reason why he’d feel it was an emergency to treat that clothing, nor why he’d even have brought it, but it’s a good thing Victor really wanted to see Cardia in that dress.

I guess you can argue that Lupin decided it was a part of his plan to make Cardia strip down and swap clothes when they found her so she could sneak out, but...that’s a stretch and a half. Especially when they were exploding walls to get in and find her. Stealth is gone when you use explosions, boys.

Anyway, the outfits Lupin made for the boys are great. Yes, they’re a little plain and not nearly as quirky as their normal ones...but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Some annoying things like Impey’s always half-off sleeve are gone, and both Victor’s questionable color scheme and Lupin’s atrocity are replaced with a suit meant to make them look good. Still the pointless top hats though. Always the top hats.

Unfortunately, though Shirley’s also meant to change, the plot and game itself instantaneously forgets this and it’s never mentioned or shown. Even more unfortunate: you might see Cardia in a beautiful new outfit and hope for the boys to give some kind of impressed, breathtaken, or blushy response.

They won’t. No one even comments on how she looks beyond maybe Shirley. Not even Impey, noted horndog, makes a comment. Lupin who presumably is the reason they brought the dress at all makes no comment, In short, Cardia looking pretty is just for you, the player. It won’t make any difference except that she gets a CG or two dressed up in it.

Avido flexes that all the sketchy mafia and questionable nobility who attend a black market cruise are in danger if Lupin or Gordon makes a move. Fortunately for his plans, everyone except Shirley actually cares about that, and so their hands are tied. Again, not really sure why Avido would threaten his customers so that people who want to take him down and provide him zero benefit won’t do anything when he even says later he could gun them down in full view and none of his customers would find it weird.

When the gang and mafia are all put into an extravagant room that Saint Germain had previously booked for himself (because he’s a bit of a cad that loves his antiques, dammit, the fact that it’s illegally acquired is really not that important!) Shirley realizes it’s been practically a whole half hour since she’s made a nuisance of herself, and so she starts screaming and tantrumming because her father didn’t shoot Avido dead back when there were countless bystanders around and each one of her allies - herself included - had guns pointed at them.

No. She literally throws a shrieking tantrum that involves flinging things across the room when he sends her off essentially ‘to her room’, and then spends the rest of the night sobbing into Passy’s arms. This, the person who keeps whining and complaining that no one will treat her like an adult, that people keep sheltering, that Cardia bafflingly keeps trying to compare herself to. She has a childish meltdown when she’s told ‘no, we can’t just kill Avido right now’.

Amazing.

Her dad, Darius, tells his sob story. It’s basically the same as Shirley’s, nothing really to write home about. Honestly, I kept expecting some kind of twist where Shirley’s mother actually betrayed them and he’d been forced to kill her to save Shirley, or her mother was actually on the cruise ship working with Avido. That’s how boring and unimportant the backstory is. You think Impey and Lupin’s stories are limp? Shirley’s story is just a big old ‘so?’. Even the last detail Darius later adds is like ‘and? You got angry and wanted to kill someone for murdering your wife. But you didn’t.’

Imagine for a moment if Germain’s story was that he got to know that little boy, got attached, and then even though he desperately didn’t want to do it, he killed him like he was supposed to. And then nothing happened after that, he just went on continuing to Idea Apostle

YEAH! THAT’S RIGHT! EVEN THAT WOULD BE MUCH WORSE THAN DARIUS’ STORY.

I’m getting sidetracked here, but this is a brutal part of the story that’s hard to get through, because Shirley is so beyond obnoxious, screaming and throwing a literal fit because no one listens to her, while they play the sad music that means you’re supposed to care.

Anyway, because Avido was too dumb to kill the people who are determined to stop him, Lupin and the others immediately start plotting to stop him. There’s a drug plot that’s designed to make the statue Lupin steals matter and give Victor something to do. Cardia is a competent nurse and Victor looks hot while he saves someone’s life, but man did I think it was a trap when someone ran in saying Victor was calling for her. That would be giving this route WAY too much credit.

For reasons that aren’t clear, there’s a room that has a bunch of counterfeit treasures of everything that’s up for sale. They bad counterfeits, though, and couldn’t possibly be mistaken for the same item, so it’s not like it’s an art theft swap or something. It just serves to show where a small part of the drugs are hidden. Not all of them, mind, because that would give the room a reason to exist. Just some of it.

The crew split up. Impey and Van Helsing both go to the engine room so they can seize it and turn the ship around before it can go to international waters. Because for some reason crimes committed there would cause a war or something. Cardia probably could have mentioned to them that she took out the whole engine crew on her own, so using up the vampire AND the living weapon on that assignment isn’t likely to be necessary, but that’d require some kind of sense, which this route doesn’t have.

Victor, Lupin, and Germain do...stuff. I think Germain goes off to seize the drugs in the food, Victor goes off somewhere nondescript to make an antidote, and Lupin farts around for a while to waste some time. What’s important is that even though Cardia’s there to see all the assignments go out, Lupin secretly also told Germain to find all the valuables in the ship and set charges on them. Probably because it would take .5 seconds for Germain to overpower some cooks and mafia boys and everyone knows it.

Cardia, bereft of plot, goes back to the room to wait to be important, and finds out that Shirley realized she slept through her half hour and forced her way through a window...I guess to the outside of the ship? And scaled up the outside of the hull like the demon beast she is, to escape confinement in her room. So she can run off and be a waste of space and oxygen not in her room, but somewhere actively detrimental to all the plans everyone’s made without her.

Presumably because everyone is as sick of Shirley as I am at this point, no one even tries to look for her this time. Maybe they all hoped she fell off overboard, I dunno. You’d think they’d all know she’d make a beeline to Avido and go collect her there, banking on the fact that Avido doesn’t know they’re planning anything (effective) and is determined to make them play the part of innocent passengers right now. But nah. She’d just screw up any plan they made anyway.

Lupin showboats around and disseminates the antidote to all the passengers during the auction via a fancy champagne tower. Then, long before all of them could actually have drank their cups, he goes ahead and tells Avido exactly what he’s done, forcing them to move onto the next step. The step that definitely involves most of the passengers dropping their glasses in a blind panic.

Avido, by the way, is a human traficker. The reason he keeps Cardia alive and kidnaps her instead of leaving her be or killing her is because he thinks she’d sell for a high price. It’s not a secret that he does this. Mafia apparently do it all the time, to the point where the no-crime Gordon family casually discuss the possibility of selling Cardia until another person has to remind the first that ‘yo we don’t do that’. Avido also traffics drugs. Drugs which inevitably either kill the user or turns the user into a violent zombie akin to a Hidden Strength victim, meaning that he’s causing a lot of deaths. Avido has personally killed a whole lot of people. He murdered one of his henchmen just because they failed to get a statue he doesn’t even care that much about.

Got that? Avido’s a bad boy. Objectively, Avido is worse than just about anyone else in the game other than Victoria - who at least has her ‘greater good’ reasons - Isaac - who is insane with grief - and Azoth. Hidden Strength victims are out of their mind, and while Nemo is callous toward human life in the face of science, he doesn’t go out of his way to murder for kicks and giggles. He’s also insane. Omnibus, also, is a question of personal morality vs greater good. Avido? Stone-cold sane, no greater good involved, he just wants power because he thinks it sounds fun.

Now that we’ve established that, does anyone in the room just kill Avido?

No. No they do not. Instead, they waffle about it and ramble about philosophy until he’s able to wrench back the upper hand via sheer numbers (because Van and Germain are otherwise engaged), and backs everyone up onto the surface of the boat.

Sadly, Shirley didn’t fall off the boat, she just jumped into Avido’s arms so she could become his hostage. AGAIN. He doesn’t reveal this at first, even when they’re outside and he has the upper hand. He takes his time before he brings out the unconscious Shirley. Supposedly she got so far as to point a gun at Avido this time, but I don’t think I believe him, because her strategy up until this point has been ‘angrily yap at him hoping he’ll just off himself’. Plus she’s supposed to actually have some skill with a gun and is psychotically enraged at him. She’d definitely have shot him if she ever thought to bring a gun.

Fortunately, there’s still some competent people on board the ship, and Impey + Van Helsing bust through the top of the ship in Impey’s automobile to help turn the tide of the battle. Sisi is there too. Which makes one ask ‘where is Delly, then?’

The answer is ‘not in this route, screw you, he doesn’t want to be here’.

Where’s Germain? He’s busy. It’ll be obvious why in a bit. That said, they have Avido dead to rights once Van Helsing and Impey get there (it’s mostly Van. Impey’s great and all, but Van doesn’t need back up) What do they do? Do they kill this murdering scumbag who wants to rule the entire world just so he can kill people when he feels like it? Who’s sold girls off into slavery? Who’s killed people just because he felt annoyed?

NO. FOR IF YOU KILL ME, BATMAN, YOU WILL BECOME ME.

Now, Impey and Lupin don’t kill. Even when Lupin was like ‘Hey, I love this girl and if you say that again I’ll literally kill you’, he didn’t actually kill the guy when the person immediately said it again. Victor can do it, but it’s pretty deeply traumatizing to him, and he’s pretty firmly in the ‘might doesn’t make right’ camp. But Van Helsing does. Sure, he’s deeply traumatized from the war and he won’t kill unless necessary - pretty much it’s a hard sell to kill anyone not Finis shaped....but he does it. Between ‘crime family compromising its ideals for revenge and becoming criminals’ and ‘man under the protection of the crown killing a violent and horrible criminal he was sent to deal with who has directly endangered his friends’, Van’s gonna just step up and do it.

Instead though, it seems Lupin had told everyone on the team except Cardia about his actual plan, which was to blow all the treasures to hell instead, and let Shirley pull the trigger. because revenge, I guess.

Since the ship is now SINKING, Impey and everyone but Germain (hold pls, he’s busy) drive off of the ship onto the dock in a way that would definitely do damage to the car and the dock, and into the night with the assumption that the Yard will do clean up from there.

In the biggest plot twist of the entire route, when treated the exact same way he was last time he got caught and had his plans blow up in his face, Avido again doesn’t learn his lesson. Instead, he manages to get a mother heckin tank off of his sinking ship and chases the Impeymobile through the streets.

Let me take a moment to say: the insane scientist he got this from had BETTER be Nemo, or else all of Victoria’s dreams of the UK having superior military force to the rest of the world just went up in smoke. Because, fun fact, Germany wasn’t so hard to handle in WW2 because of mustard gas. It was their tanks. (and as another aside: Germany got beaten up in WW1, only to come back dominant in WW2, so Victoria’s entire ‘spark a world war now to ensure dominance forever’ plan wouldn’t work no matter what)

Anyway, back to the subject at hand: I’m not mad that they don’t know how to fight a tank. That’s understandable. Tanks are a big deal. My problem is that the tank is able to plow right through solid brick buildings lengthwise. Not one or two, but just...constantly plowing through the alleyways at a speed so high that an automobile can’t escape. That is not how it works. Another problem is that neither Impey nor Lupin ever realize that the tank can’t turn for heck, and the automobile could spin circles around it if necessary.

But most of all, Avido pops his stupid head out of the tank at one point during the chase, and somehow it continues to be piloted. There’s never any mention or indication that anyone is in that tank besides him, he’s just Mr. Fantastic, and can stretch out and bend his legs infinitely, allowing him to pilot a tank full speed while standing more than halfway out of the thing. Worse than that super power, we have an impenetrable literal tank chasing the Lupin group around, destroying Liverpool, backing them into a corner. Soon they’re going to run out of a place to run, or they’re going to get hit and die.

Why, then, does Van Helsing see Avido pop his stupid head out, and proceed to do literally nothing? Obviously at this point he should just kill Avido, because nothing else will stop him, but just a few minutes before it’s mentioned that Van Helsing is so quick to switch from shrapnel to rock salt that it looks like some kind of a super power, which means he has ZERO reason he can’t just shoot Avido in the face with rock salt and knock the fool out.

Instead...they do nothing and just listen to him babble for a bit until his head pops back in again. Then they discuss jumping over to the tank and probably intend to get in there to get at him. You know, like they could have just done if he popped his head out.

Faced with all possible choices, Lupin decides the smart thing to do is to ram full speed into a renovating hotel and hope Avido is stupid enough to follow in. And, you know, that the falling debris will do anything to a tank that rammed right through an entire alleyway worth of buildings without slowing down or looking at all damaged.

Van Helsing is Van Helsing, and he protects the automobile from excessive damage, and lo - the plan works. It incapacitates the tank.

Avido, who could now safely play dead and wait for them to leave, instead climbs out of the tank (uninjured) and comes at them again. At this point although he was initially intimidated by Van Helsing he seems to be aware that no one is ever going to kill him, because he charges Van Helsing again.

Cue long boring monologue involving Avido’s slightly more interesting sob story and Darius absolutely refusing to ever kill Avido because IDEALS.

Currently they looped back around to the port and are near the boat, which may make you say ‘oh wait, where is Saint Germain anyway?’ The answer to that question is ‘not there, because we can’t have a literal time assassin who massacres entire villages of innocent people for the sake of the timeline be here while we pretend that good people don’t kill’. Sholmes also sat this out, because he would have been given permission to kill Avido legally, and we can’t have that.

But yes.

Germain’s busy on the boat threatening to kill people for some sweet art, while everyone is passionately preaching at Avido that they’d never kill him, not ever. Which is good for Avido, because if Germain weren’t busy getting filthier rich, the conversation would have been cut very short.

Y’know.

When Germain just stabbed him through the heart from behind.

As he does.

Also, we’d have to answer the question of ‘if this man is endangering the entire world with his plan, or even all of London, isn’t this a serious concern for the proper path of humanity? Ie; shouldn’t Germain be killing this man?’ if he were there.

Darius is like ‘well, you’re family, so even though you’re a murderous psychopath who purposefully got people nonconsensually addicted to a deadly drug and sold who knows how many innocents into slavery, I’m gonna look out for you’ just in time for Leonhart to show up and flail angrily at Arsene.

He immediately blames Lupin and the gang for the mass destruction of Liverpool, and instead of anyone saying “Well, actually it’s that tank there, It kept shelling the place and mowing through buildings because Avido is a psychopath”, Victor goes “Well, we have no excuse”

yes

yes you do

you didn’t do the destruction. (Except the hotel, but at that point it was ‘damage a rebuilding hotel or die’, so really...)

There’s a vaguely humorous bit where the mafioso realizes that the royal guard isn’t interested in arresting the mafia, just the random band of thieves, and then, wonderfully...Saint Germain finally shows up.

Truly, he lights up everything when he’s around. Aside from the times when he’s obligated to turn his murder blades on Cardia. That’s just sad.

Anyway, left to his own devices, Germain extorted a bunch of mafia into overfilling his automobile full of priceless treasures and cash. He’s shameless about it. It’s adorable. Give that man your art. Do it. It’s not a request, he’s taking your art.

Anyway, since the Impeymobile is wrecked, they all hop into Germain’s getaway car, and zoom off in a pretty cute ending CG, benny hill music playing as Leon chases them and Victor - poor, precious baby - nearly falling out of the car like a dweeb.

Sadly, there’s an epilogue, because this route is bad and it won’t let Germain save it.

Oh yeah, there’s an irrelevant noble who dies right before Germain probably would have killed him anyway. It’s stated that no one really tries to stop Germain from keeping his treasures, because most of them were originally acquired illegally and some are even national treasures of other nations, so even acknowledging they exist would possibly spark a war that Victoria totally, definitely doesn’t actually want for realsies.

Victoria responds to them saving the country and the world by not really responding. Instead, she sends them an invoice for the damage to Liverpool that they didn’t cause. It’s just so knee-slappingly hilarious that the invoice somehow matches the cost of those aforementioned priceless treasures. Because that gag is ALWAYS FUNNY AND NEVER OLD! IT’S SO FUNNY! HAHA THEY MADE MONEY BUT THE COST TOOK UP ALL THE MONEY! HAHA

except you know...

how...

how does the cost match priceless artifacts? Germain isn’t selling them, and he can’t even if he wants to. There’s not even price tags on some of them. How is it they’re ‘in the red’? Just the cash that was in the car?

Yeah, no, it’s stupid.

And to just cap off that bowl of stupid, we get to see The Demon, who unfortunately survived her repeated kamekaze attempts. This time the Lupin gang remembered that Twilight exists, so Delly and Passy go with her and Cardia on the town.

Naturally, because Shirley’s a little shit, she harasses and disrespects Delly.

...Well, it’s supposed to just be ‘two kids playing’, but Shirley’s a miserable little cave troll without a single redeeming iota of her being, so it just comes off as her being unreasonably rude to Delly.

There’s another photographer moment like in the Airship picture, but instead of a cute picture, it’s cropped out Delly and Passy, and just focuses on Shirley and Cardia holding ice cream, while the little brat has five scoops on her cone, which is definitely going to end up mostly melted on the street.

The route ends with Cardia being happy that she’s ‘made a friend that’s her same gender and age’. After establishing RIGHT BEFORE that Shirley is about Delly’s age, and is playing like a child with him while Cardia and Passy watch them.

Also for some weird reason, everyone is convinced that Sisi is a guard dog in this route. Just because.

You might think ‘is there a pay off with that whole statue thing’? no

You might think ‘okay, so what’s the conclusion with Herlock Sholmes? Does he toss some part of his earning for the assignment to Lupin and the others who actually did 100% of the job while he sat back and did nothing?’ no, nothing happens

You may think ‘okay, at least maybe they clarify what happens with the Twilight, or where Shirley is during the epilogues?’ no

no they don’t.

you may even think ‘at least Avido is dead or in prison or something permanently punished for all the horrible-’

it’s a bad route

it’s an awful route

it’s bad, bro.

Just enjoy the boys - particularly Germain - being cute. That’s all you get.

But not Delly.

Delly didn’t want to be a part of this crappy route.

#code realize #code realize future blessings #code:realize-future blessings #code: realize-future blessings #shirley gordon #code realize review #ooc #spoilers #SHIRLEY GORDON IS A GOBLIN MADE OF NOTHING BUT SUFFERING EXCEPT ITS YOURS #SHE EXISTS TO MAKE YOU SUFFER AND WONDER WHY YOU BOUGHT THIS GAME #long post

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Movie Review: Cats (Spoilers)

Spoiler Warning: I am posting this review the day after the movie first airs in the U.K, so if you haven’t yet seen the movie don’t read on.

General Reaction:

First of all I want to put out there that I believe the success or failure of this movie Tom Hooper and how he's adapted the screenplay of Cats to transition from stage to screen, because I feel the negativity this movie is already getting are coming in two waves. From the general movie goer and then from fans of the stage musical.

Where I stand is as a casual movie goer in this instance but also a fan of musical theatre, so much so that my attire for this movie is somewhat Macavity inspired, although someone did say that my collar was very Rum Tum Tugger...I'm okay with that.

But to clarify, I have never seen the stage production of Cats. All I knew about it even leading up to the release of this movie was the one big song Memory and that I liked the look of the costumes.

Now with my relationship with the property explained, did I like this movie? Well I enjoyed parts of it. It’s a little bit like how I felt about The Rise of Skywalker, but while I thought the latest Star Wars was outwardly a hot mess with some enjoyable aspects, Cats is more of a “Not really knowing how to feel about it” type of movie.

There are some really great takeaways from this movie, and I feel again depending on the individual’s relationship with this property and musicals in general, will determine exactly what those takeaways are.

What’s Good:

Alright so this is what I found good/enjoyable, again I can’t decide whether or not I think this movie is good but these elements definitely are.

Costumes:

So I am going to start with the costumes because they're probably my favourite thing about the movie.

I enjoyed how for those who had costumes, because not every cat did, that they at least gave those cats a sense of identity; Macavity was one of these shady mysterious characters that you would come across in a dark alley and his clothes reflected that, Mr. Mistoffelees was a magical tuxedo cat and so dressed as a magician. Bustopher was an aristocratic cat, or Aristocat...sorry I had to go there as there are two Aristocat references in this movie, and Grizabella was a glamour cat but had been shunned and therefore sleeping rough possibly, this is all reflected in the clothing and it's fabulous.

The only outfit I didn't really get was Jennyanydots, I did find it funny that she had to unzip the one cat suit to reveal this pink almost work out outfit but I didn't understand the point of it.

Visual Effects:

As for the CGI used on the "digital fur", I appreciate the artistic stance Hooper and company took with the movie because, frankly I wouldn't expect anything less from the guy that directed both Les Miserables and The King's Speech, however, I did not really understand the need for digital fur as for a large portion of the movie they all just look like they’re wearing practical catsuits, and again with Rebel Wilson’s character when she unzips the one to reveal the other, which she does twice, you can tell it’s supposed to be a real suit.

That being said, from when you first see these cats during the opening number, you can see the payoff to these visual effects. They look genuinely like cats and all have markings that try to differentiate them. I didn’t know from the trailers that Victoria had markings on her I just thought she was a plain white cat but she looks almost snow leopardesk.

I also really enjoyed how they showed Macavity’s apparent ability to transport himself and/or others with that gold dust effect that was later used as Bombalurina’s (Taylor Swift’s) catnip to incapacitate the other cats.

Musical Numbers:

So I’m going to talk about the songs at the end as I do with all musical reviews but the actual productions of these numbers were fantastic. From the choreography to the cinematography of them, this was a very low on dialogue movie as literally at one point you have I believe three songs in solid succession with only one or two lines of actual dialogue in between them, so the actual musical numbers had to be impressive and for the most part they were.

There were never any numbers I was embarassed or cringing while watching, I do have my favourites and my not so favourites which again I will get into further down, but as I say everything from the choreography, cinematography to even the actors giving it their all during the numbers made them enjoyable for me.

Cast:

That brings me nicely on to my final good thing which is the cast, who as I said take this production seriously. I remembered seeing an interview with Judi Dench about this movie recently and she said that when acting as a cat the cast don’t know what the end result will be like because I imagine the actual visual effects of the cat appearance is put in after the filming.

Regardless of this, all these actors from the most seasoned such as Sir Ian McKellen and Dame Judi Dench to the younger more inexperienced like leading lady Francesca Hayward and even Jason Derulo who is of course a seasoned singer, but hasn’t really acted before, give it everything and take the role and universe they now inhabit so seriously that it never feels gimmicky or uncomfortable in that regards.

Do I think this movie has awards chances for acting? No because again the movie is mostly sung, I believe more so than Les Mis, but for costume, music and visual effects I’d definitely think they have a chance of at least a nomination.

What’s Meh:

Alright so nothing is outrightly or offensively bad in this movie, again thinking back to Star Wars yesterday which had blatant issues, this doesn’t really have that but when it does it’s not as glaring or as troublesome as Star Wars was.

The Story:

I say the story is meh because I still don’t really understand it, what my takeaway is that there effectively a talent competition night where Judi Dench’s decides which cat will ascend to this higher realm and be reborn into another life...

That’s great...but for the one who is chosen...does that mean they die? The very definition of “reborn” usually means reincarnation which means you need to die first...so when they send the cat off in that chandelier attached to that hot air balloon, does that cat die? From oxygen starvation?

Also, they practically cement this movie as taking place in 1930s London and you see the feet of one human and hear the voice of another so this is Earth just including these particular cats, so how does no one notice a hot air balloon attached to a chandelier floating through the sky? I don’t know if the 1930s had satellites or anything but something should have picked that up?

My final point is on the term “Jellicle Cats”, I still don’t know what a Jellicle cat actually is, they don’t exactly do their best at defining what one is despite the fact they have several songs containing the word “Jellicle”. “Jellicle Cat” “Jellicle Moon” and “Jellicle Ball” just to name a few.

I mean for fans of the stage show, they may have more of an understanding because maybe that explains the term better but in terms of trying to get non-Cats fans interested...not explaining what is clearly a core concept of the movie is a bit of a misstep.

The Ending:

Of everything in this movie, the ending monologue by Judi Dench was the only thing I felt was a little bit cringeworthy. First of all, I understand the musical Cats is based on a series of poems and I also understand this ending message is about being nice to cats, but I just didn’t think it was either necessary or needed.

Also the fact that Macavity was so easily thwarted, I mean I know musicals don’t have to have the big dramatic endings for its villains but for Macavity to literally try and hitchhike on Grizbella’s ride into the great beyond only to fall and just land on the roof without any consequences aside from maybe the loss of his powers? It was a bit of a damp ending.

The Cats:

Okay so we’ve talked about what’s good and meh, now going into the cats as characters. Not a full blown character analysis breakdown but, like my song section, in sections in order of my favourites.

By far my favourite cats were Macavity and Grizabella, Idris Elba as the villainous Macavity was great in the trailers and great here. As I stated before his outfit really added another layer to his performance, he has the right acting chops to be this type of villain. I still haven’t seen Hobbs & Shaw but have heard similar praise for his role there.

Grizabella meanwhile, is Jennifer Hudson...enough said. I loved her in Dreamgirls and I love her here. I do see similarities between her character and Anne Hathaway’s character in Les Mis particularly with their big emotional songs but I enjoyed the backstory to her character here.

I would also say Mistoffelees and Victoria do a great job. While not my favourites it is almost as if we are seeing the world from Francesca Hayward’s eyes. I know she’s supposed to be a kitten but I never believed her as such. Mistoffelees meanwhile had his moment to shine towards the end of the movie and was one of the more compelling characters from the trailers.

The veteran staples Judi Dench and Ian McKellen were great in this movie, as they always are. I know Dench’s role was gender-bent from the stage show but I think she works better as a female character. Theatre Gus meanwhile is a great example of the old thespians who maybe once had their time but are just looking for another spotlight.

James Corden, Jason Derulo and Ray Winstone were all surprises for me here. I knew the first two could sing but I found Bustopher’s aristocratic nature hilarious and he really lifted the mood when he came in. Rum Tum Tugger meanwhile is dubbed “the curious cat” however by the end of his song I went from thinking he was curious to just suffering with ADHD. As for Ray Winstone, it’s Ray Winstone as a cat! It’s fantastic!

Then there are the iffy cats, namely Bombalurina, Jennyanydots and Munkustrap. Munkustrap is possibly the least offensive but that’s because his role in the movie is the same as in the stage show which is narrator. It did annoy me that he effectively butted in to a lot of people’s songs but again as narrator I guess that’s his job.

Rebel Wilson as Jennyanydots, as I said before, really confused me in terms of her outfit. I don’t understand why she didn’t just wear the pink suit and that be it instead of having to unzip the one catsuit to reveal this other catsuit. I mean I guess it helped them later in the film but still. Also the fact she wanted a different life to get out of that kitchen? Why was she trapped in the kitchen?

As for Taylor Swift, if you’ve seen her in the trailers you’ve pretty much seen her scenes. Bombalurina is literally in this movie for one scene and it is for Macavity’s musical number. She is seen once more in a slightly later scene but then it’s never quite explained what becomes of her.

Songs:

Alright so here we go with the songs of the movie, grouped in order of the songs I loved, the songs I liked, and the songs I thought were...okay.

My favourites, again, were “Macavity”, “Memory” and “Bustopher Jones: The Cat About Town”. “Memory” is the only thing I knew and adored about this musical prior to this movie. The song speaks to me both as a musical fan and just a fan of great music. When I knew Jennifer Hudson would be performing it I already knew I’d love it.

“Macavity” is a very catchy song and Taylor Swift really works it. It’s not quite jazzy but it is close enough and the fact Elba also has some involvement in the song is great because I know he does also sing as a side gig. I thought it was a great character introduction despite the fact we have seen him throughout the movie.

“Bustopher Jones” was just a very fun and uplifting number, I loved James Corden’s aristocratic accent and how he moved around the streets even as fat as the character is. Interestingly I know Corden isn’t that fat anymore but again he was comfortable in himself to play it so I loved him for that.

The songs I liked were “The Rum Tum Tugger”, “Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer” and “Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat”. All three were brilliant production pieces, “Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer” was a great romp of a song, Jason Derulo brought his all to “The Rum Tum Tugger” and tap-dancing in any production will win me over let alone a tap-dancing cat.

The other songs I thought were okay on a varying scale, I don’t know why but Rebel Wilson didn’t win me over as she usually does. I think the production of her song was very off-putting. The mice with child faces and the cockroaches with female faces didn’t really work.

The others were very well sung but didn’t quite stick with me as the already mentioned ones did. Also “Beautiful Ghosts” was penned as Taylor Swift’s original song for the movie so I presumed her character would sing it, but the new girl Victoria did in the movie while Swift sang it over the credits...

Recommendation:

We’ve finally reached the end, okay so if you saw the trailers and were not one of the many haters who trolled the movie for its use of CGI and are interested in the story then go and see it because you will get something out of it. If you’re a fan of the stage production then I would still say see it because it allows you to form your own opinion.

If you are simply a casual movie-goer who wants an enjoyable two and a half hours then I would still recommend to go and see it but be prepared to be slightly confused if you don’t know what to expect.

Overall I rate this movie a 5/10, it was enjoyable and roughly 40-50% of this movie does work really well, it’s just the rest of it that needed more attention to detail in my opinion.

So that’s my review of Cats, what did you guys think? Post your comments and check out more Movie Reviews as well as other reviews and posts.

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thought provoking hc meme || accepting

💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope?

It depends entirely on the circumstances. For one thing, Miles doesn’t exactly have many friends these days, let alone any that come to mind as the ‘best’ one. But assuming he did lose someone who fit that description, his reaction would be influenced by the nature of the person’s death. If a loved one were to die tragically -- in an accident, from an illness, etc. -- he’d likely try to investigate the circumstances himself as a way to ‘work through’ and process an awful event. Anger would be a prevalent emotion. If their death was something expected, he’d still spend time looking at all the angles, but he’d be quicker to accept what happened. Either way, Miles tends to internalize most of his emotions, and unless you’re close to him it’s unlikely that he’d be very open about how the death impacted him on an emotional or psychological level. He has a very good poker face. However, once the grief lessened, he’d want to remember the person. He might go through pictures and create an album, or save things that reminded him of them. Keeping a record of sorts would help him cope, and allow him to recall and reestablish a connection with the person he’d lost.

⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time?

In spite of how impulsive he may seem, when it comes to things that matter, Miles is a planner. At least, when something he takes seriously is concerned. When it comes to work, for example, he’s thorough with his background research before he jumps into something personally. Even a simple interview likely had a lot of reading and investigating done beforehand to bolster his understanding of a situation. But once he’s made up his mind about something, he dives in with both feet and doesn’t hesitate. His presence at Mount Massive is a perfect example of this. He’d spent years researching Murkoff, trying to dig up whatever dirt he could find -- so when a perfect opportunity dropped itself in his lap by way of that anonymous email, he didn’t want to waste any time in heading there to investigate. But in that respect, the choice to go to the asylum wasn’t impulsive. It was just the culmination of a hell of a lot of work that hadn’t yielded any tangible results.

👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like?

If you ask him about it he’ll say no, that most everything to do with religion is bullshit, but deep down it’s hard to shake off the beliefs you grew up with. Miles was raised Catholic, and although he was never much of a believer -- and has completely stopped identifying himself as a Christian -- he still remembers a lot of the church’s teachings. The concept of heaven and hell was a prevalent one, and some part of Miles does still have a little faith in that post-death existence. Sometimes it’s comforting to consider the possibility of being reunited with loved ones in death, of a peaceful and eternal afterlife -- and yeah, sometimes it’s also nice to think about certain people being relegated to Hell for all eternity. But on the whole, it’s not an active belief so much as it is a lingering leftover of his upbringing.

🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could?

Anything he’s really desperate to change isn’t something he’s able to change. Miles has always been sensitive about looking his age -- or older -- and puts a fair amount of stock in his appearance in general, which has lead to some vanity issues and moderate narcissism. He dyes his hair to hide the grays, tries to adhere to a good skincare routine, and generally takes pride in looking good. Physically, he’s never been a star athlete or bodybuilder. He jogs to stay in shape -- although it doesn’t do a hell of a lot now thanks to the Walrider -- but he’s never been overly concerned about his weight or appearance in that respect. He’s got the typical body of a guy in his late 30s. Little soft around the middle, but he’s alright with that. It’s the bigger things that bother him. All of the scars, all of the thing that he knows make him look wrong and remind him of being dead. He’d change all of it in a heartbeat, because there’s nothing particularly empowering about the sight of your body reminding you of a horrific, life-ending moment. He hates the bullet scars, hates the fact that he’s missing fingers, hates every single reminder of Mount Massive that’s etched and burrowed into his skin. If there was a way to get rid of those markings, he wouldn’t have second thoughts about doing it.

💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules?

He thinks they’re pretty fucking stupid, and he doesn’t really try to consciously conform to them or break them. Miles does what he does and likes what he likes without caring about how he might be perceived by other people. You could argue that his self-care routine and his penchant for bubble baths are more feminine than masculine, but again, it isn’t something he does on purpose. He just likes those things, plain and simple. On the other hand, there are habits and attitudes of his that might be read as being more masculine. Miles just doesn’t see the point in relegating everything to a pointless binary. Similarly, in relationships, he never feels the need to assert himself or be dominate or any other qualities that are associated with wearing the pants in the relationship, so to speak. Gender roles are for squares.

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xathia-89 · 5 years

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How the warlords react to finding out MC is a woman

Nobunaga:

Walked in on you changing after a sparring match with him by accident

His mind went blank

One of his vassals is a woman masquerading a man and had got away with it for so long?

Now he really needs to find out how you fight

Makes you a princess in the middle of a war council and tells everyone that you are a woman, but as his vassal, he will also decide what you can and can't do

he loves that you actively glare at him for giving you the title and outing you to them all

Mostly because you don't hesitate to put any man in their place when they try to suggest that you should be wearing kimonos and looking pretty as an Oda Princess

Hideyoshi was definitely on the receiving end of this treatment a few times before Nobunaga addressed it with him

Mitsuhide is suddenly very interested in you and you find that you're going to be working on undercover and sabotage missions with the kitsune more often since no one ever suspects a woman

Hideyoshi:

How did a woman get this close to Lord Nobunaga?

He assumes you're going to seduce Nobunaga now

Gets the shock of his life when you pull him down by the collar and kiss him hard

Has to have it spelt out for him that you had no intentions of seducing Nobunaga or any of the warlords but just wanted to protect you and your family

Nobunaga will know before you can do anything else, his body will be on automation to tell his Lord

Everyone finds out over the course of the next few days, and you are forced into kimonos by the vassal

You end up teaming up with Nobunaga to screw with Hideyoshi's head and you're forever stealing the warlords' clothing until he is given the order to let you do what you want as Oda's vassal

Masamune:

Your clothing was torn during some training with him and gave the binding away

His mind went in two different directions:

His flirtatious persona immediately surfaced

Genuine awe at the fact that a woman had been able to fight on par with a warlord

Once the realisation sank in, he grabbed his cloak and wrapped it around you before anyone else worked out what had happened

Wanted to know the full story so insisted that you get changed and then come over to his manor so he could feed you and find out more in exchange he would keep quiet about your gender

Since you are technically Masamune's vassal, then he chooses to keep it a secret on the basis that you move into his manor so he can ensure that no one finds out by accident whilst also looking out for you

Can't promise that he won't flirt with you when you're alone

Ieyasu:

You were injured on the battlefield, and when Ieyasu treated the wound, he uncovered your secret

He was mystified that a woman was able to fight so well, they were meant to be meek and obedient, yet you were well known for arguing back with Hideyoshi regarding decisions made by Nobunaga

Narrowly avoided a slap as you came to consciousness because he spent so long processing the information

Runs off to tell Nobunaga and Hideyoshi that you're a woman and shouldn't you be better off elsewhere that's not fighting?

He doesn't understand why you're so angry to start with that you're made to be a woman

Then he realises how rubbish you are at the things that women do in the castle

You've also taken to stealing his clothes in revenge for outing you, so he never seems to have anything to wear much to the confusion of all the staff

Shakes his head as Nobunaga puts you out of your misery and retains you as a vassal, and then gets made into your tutor so you can keep learning how to be useful on the battlefield

Mitsunari:

He was confused as to why you were yelling at him for walking in on you changing

Then his eyes dropped slightly

He asked why you had those bindings over your chest before the information caught up with him

He was flustered and very apologetic, but the noise had already attracted the attention of Hideyoshi who was looking for his vassal

You were outed straight away in the middle of a war council and forced into a kimono by Hideyoshi whilst Mitsunari was still apologising

He then comments that you are too pretty to try and hide behind men's clothing and you look like a princess when you dress in those kimonos which fluster you so much that you don't know what to do

Mitsuhide:

He suspected something was amiss from the start

He was constantly trying to catch you off-guard

He wasn't quite expecting to find out you were a woman when he purposely barged into your room whilst you were changing

Promised to keep it a secret from the others as it would amuse him greatly when it came to light

Was actually a complete gentleman about bursting in on you and gave you the privacy required to finish dressing at the very least

He would keep dragging you with him on missions, you were an expert at hiding in plain sight now even if you did keep complaining about kimonos when you wore them

He enjoyed kissing you without warning a little too much regardless of what you were wearing as well, and then casually dropping a comment about keeping secrets

Kenshin:

He was adamantly denying the obvious when Shingen caught you bathing

You could drink and fight nearly as well as he could, you were a man

You were furious at Shingen, and then Kenshin took a closer look at you

The slightest curves that you had hidden well up to this point, why the seamstresses were forever adjusting your clothing and making things for you

Shingen was teasing him constantly, but he announced that you were his vassal, and no one was to treat you any differently

He suddenly became very interested in you and wanted to know all of the details behind your act and reasoning, whilst drinking sake of course

Secretly, he is very impressed that you hid the obvious for so long and is already mentally enrolling you into ninja training and spying for him

Shingen:

You were bathing and he thought he would play a prank

Absolutely stunned that such a beauty had been able to parade as a man

the flirt in him comes out the second he sees your real gender

He doesn't doubt your abilities and asks if you want to join his kunoichi

Then asks if you'd like to join him in his futon

He isn't that surprised that you draw a sword on him as a reaction

You do decide to join the kunoichi, and he does then soon learn to stop flirting with you once Sasuke has taken to teaching you various ninja techniques as well

Yukimura:

You were injured whilst fighting alongside him as one of Shingen's vassals

He was in shock

You definitely didn't act like any woman he knew

You were basically a shorter and angrier version of Kenshin from what he knew of you

The binding was split by someone's sword in a weak point in your armour

You kept trying to fight as well even when it became apparent

Cannot get his head around you

Shingen forces you into kimonos for his humour, then you have to be stopped from killing him by Yukimura

He's forced to compliment you and say you look cute and that as a woman you aren't that bad of a one

Leaves you both bright red in the face and Shingen is roaring with laughter

Sasuke:

Sasuke.exe stopped working when your outfit was torn during a mission

The other ninjas were staring nearly as much as well, and you were not graceful about it, choosing to make sure that you could escape before the enemy caught you all

Kenshin was impressed and wanted to know how you kept it so secret for so long, and wouldn't let Shingen recruit you away from him

Though he was adjusting your role slightly now

Sasuke was feeling quite protective of you since you both came from the future, though your modern attitude was going strong that you didn't need any help from a man just because of your gender

He learnt quickly to sit back and watch you put every man in their place when they went softer towards you because you were now officially outed as a woman

He kept making comments about needing some popcorn and you would both start making references that no one else understood

Definitely makes the effort to not treat you any differently at least

#ikesen #Headcanon #mulan

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livvywrites · 5 years

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For the Pride Questions! #14 with Aishlynn Mynerva annnnnnd #7 with Asa Veranus

thank you!!!! and funny you should choose these two, considering i’m planning a romance for them :D which means these will work great together, honestly, so i’m going to combine them ;)

i’m setting these in a modern au of mine i haven’t gotten to play much in :D

pride month prompts! [open]

7. Their first outing/date that was impacted by their identity (maybe for a gender based identity, wearing something gender affirming. Maybe for an aspec, a special date that emphasizes their partners respect for their orientation)

14. Introducing their partner

[under a cut bc this got a bit long!]

Asa picked at the sleeves of her blouse, biting her lip as she gazed in the mirror. Everything felt like too much one moment, and not enough the next. It had never been an issue before, before she had met her friends. She dressed how she felt--often turtlenecks and long skirts or very loose trousers, regardless of how she felt that day.

Then, she met Aishlynn. It didn’t take long for her to come out to her--Asa knew that a lot of people didn’t understand Aishlynn’s mannerisms, but she did, and she felt safe around Aishlynn. Safe enough to be herself, which was really all that she or anyone could ask for out of someone.

Aishlynn’s sister and friends were a different story.

It’s not that Asa didn’t think they would be accepting. She just... well. It was all still so new to her, hanging around them. She’d known Aishlynn for several years now. Talitha as well, actually, though in a more distant way. The others were... new.

But now she and Aishlynn were dating. Which meant she was going to be around them more. And she didn’t want to have to hide part of herself, part of their relationship with this group that had become so central to Aishlynn’s life. (No matter what she said.)

Knowing all of that, feeling all of that, didn’t stop her from being nervous, though.

There came a knock on the door.

“Asa?” It was Aishlynn. Of course it was. “We really need to be leaving soon.”

“Just a minute, darling.” Unconsciously, her voice went higher, softer than normal. She’d always had a softer and higher pitched voice than AMAB people generally had, but years of practice and work had allowed her to make it even more feminine, when she needed it to be.

“Alright,” Aishlynn said. “I’m going to tell Talitha to order your tea.”

Asa tried to frown, but wasn’t quite able to. “Underhanded,” she said. “You know I like my first cup hot.”

Aishlynn laughed. It was a wonderful sound, and not one that Asa got to hear often. She was in a good mood. It made her smile widen. “Whatever it takes to get you out the door,” she said, but Asa knew that she would wait as long as was necessary. Would cancel the whole outing if Asa said the word.

It was that thought that finally gave her the courage to open the door, and step out into the hall.

Aishlynn looked her over.

Asa hadn’t put on anything fancy. Just a nice, butter yellow sweater dress over black leggings and boots. Her hair had been braided, resting over her shoulder. Small hoop earrings completed the ensemble.

She smiled. “How do I look?”

Aishlynn took her hand. “Wonderful.”

###

The bell of the cafe tinkled as they entered. Asa could feel her palms sweating. Aishlynn paid them no mind, instead guiding her across the cafe to a corner booth.

A crumpled straw wrapper bounced off Talitha’s cheek and rolled off the table to land by Asa’s feet. None of the table’s occupants paid it any mind--they were too busy watching Talitha brace her hands on the table. “Oi!” She grasped at the straw in Lyr’s mouth, which he pulled out, laughing.

“I’m so glad to see such shining examples of maturity,” Aishlynn drawled.

Talitha turned to them with a grin. She glanced at Asa, but didn’t even bat an eye. “Right, because your reaction would have been any more dignified,” she shot back. She didn’t wait for Aishlynn to respond, though, instead looking directly at Asa.

Asa could feel her heart beat faster.

“You look lovely, feathers,” she said. “Though, there is a distinct lack of... feathers.”

Asa snorted. “Believe it or not, I don’t wear them every day.” She paused. “And... thanks.”

Talitha grinned. “So, like, are you trans? Nonbinary? Using gender neutral pronouns, or feminine ones? Or! Or, wait, is this like, you still prefer masculine pronouns but you just like wearing traditionally feminine clothes? Or--”

Alinora yanked Talitha back into the booth, though this had a side effect of causing her to fall in Alinora’s lap. “Give Asa a chance to answer,” she said, and Asa appreciated the purposeful lack of pronouns.

“I’m genderfluid,” she said. “Today I’m feeling more feminine. Feminine pronouns are appreciated, but neutral and masculine pronouns are fine too.”

Talitha squinted at her. “Are they, or are you just sayin’ that to make it easier on us, because, believe me, I can handle the--”

Alinora covered her mouth. “Aishlynn wouldn’t let her lie to us, Tali,” she said, in a voice of long-suffering patience.

Lyr nodded. “It’s true.” He glanced at Asa, and then at her hands joined with Aishlynn’s. “Don’t think that’s the only thing that they came to tell us, either.”

It was Aishlynn who answered this time, lifting and extended their conjoined hands. “We’re dating,” she said, plain and simple--as she preferred. It made Asa smile.

Talitha raised her glass. “Hear, hear! Congratulations!”

Lyr joined suit, and after a shared glance, so did Ava and Alinora.

Alinora lowered her glass and looked at Aishlynn. “So is that where you’ve been disappearing to? Date night?”

Aishlynn nodded. She and Asa slid into the empty seats--Asa next to Talitha, because Aishlynn sitting next to her was always a disaster, and Aishlynn next to Ava.

Alinora glanced at Asa. “You’ll be coming around the house more too, won’t you?”

“If that’s okay?”

Alinora shrugged. “Aish’s house. I have a system, though. I’ll run it through with you.”

“It’s not complicated,” Talitha said. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“If it’s not complicated, why do you mess it up every time you come over?”

“Because you’re adorable when you yell at me~”

Alinora scowled.

Aishlynn snorted. “I did warn you she was obnoxious,” she said, and reached over to take Asa’s hand over the table.

Talitha gagged playfully, which caused Alinora to dump her into the floor. Lyr laughed, Ava rolled her eyes fondly, Aishlynn hid her smile into her shoulder, and Asa?

Asa relaxed into her chair, taking the drink Ava slid her, and smiled into her cup.

adding the taglist even though it’s modern au. lemme know if you don’t want to be added for modern au stuff!

taglist: @quartzses; @idreamonpaper; @runningonrain; @witchywrite; @queenofsquirrelsstuff; @margaretcroftwrites; @purpleshadows1989; @klywrites; @she-writes-love; @sixstepsaway; @neptune-nereid; @firesidefantasy; @joshuaorrizonte; @waterfallwritings; @languageisbae; @lady-redshield-writes; @luciellesgarden; @dogwrites; @quilloftheclouds; @natalierosewrites; @toboldlywrite; @alternativeforensicscientist; @jcckwrites; @fictionshewrote;

#tricksexual #asks and answers #writeblr #writelr #writers of tumblr #tmq #the martyr queen #tmq modern au #tmq shorts #tmq writings #i dont know how to tag this

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tvehyungs-gf · 6 years

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BTS Reaction to a s/o who usually tells them everything that happens in their day, suddenly stops doing that one day because her family says she "talks too much” and that “it's annoying"

Link to this request: here. Thank you love for requesting! Also, I didn’t proofread this so please ignore any mistakes D; | bts masterlist

JIN

“Yeah! And then after that, I went to get ice cream with Lisa at this new place that opened up by her job. The ice cream was really good! I should take you there someday!” You rambled happily to Jin. A smile displayed on his lips as he nodded along to your ramble. “I think you’d like their strawberry cheesecake flavored ice cream the most. It had caramel drizzle on top and there was little chunks of strawberry pieces in it as well.”

You licked your links in remembrance of the sweet taste of the ice cream. “It was so yummy, I promise you babe, you’ll like it a lot!” Jin chuckled in agreement as you carried on your thoughts. “Maybe we should go there tomorrow? We can also try their other fla-“

Jin looked at you confused, “What’s wrong? Why’d you stop talking?”

With a frown, you sighed. “I’m doing it again. I’m talking too much and I barely even let you have a say. Gosh,” You whines closing your eyes. “I’m so annoying!”

“Hey!” Jin shook his head, disagreeing with you. “What are you talking about? You’re not annoying at all babe. You have a nice voice and I love hearing you talk. Don’t let others tell you other wise.” Jin pecked your cheeks in hopes it’ll make you feel better, and it honestly did.

You gave him a small smile, “I won’t!”

“Now what time should we go tomorrow?”

SUGA

Yoongi was confused. The usually loud house was suddenly quiet and uncomfortable. Typically, Yoongi loves going to a place where it was quiet and peaceful, but the one place he actually wishes it wasn’t dead silent was home. And ever since you had gotten back from your trip from visiting family, the house was oddly quiet. And so were you.

Traditionally, when Yoongi would get off of work, you and the lad would sit down in the living room and catch each other up on each others days. But as of recently, Yoongi would either come home to you sitting on the couch with head buds plugged into yours or with you being weirdly quiet.

And today was like no other. Yoongi was tired of playing this guessing game of whats wrong with you, and so, he decided that today he was going to confront you. Something must’ve happened at your family’s house that made you so quiet and weird. “Y/N, something happened at your family’s didn’t it? Ever since you got back, we haven’t talked about our days or anything. You’re usually talkative but now, you’re quiet as a library.”

“See, Yoongs, that’s the thing! I’m too talkative. Gosh,” You sighed. “Why didn’t you say anything? It must’ve been so annoying of me to talk your ear off.”

The elder raised a brow. “Who says you’re too talkative? And yeah, you’re annoying as hell, but that’s because you’re my girlfriend whose the spawn of satan.” Yoongi shrugged before adding: “But I love you and your talking. You talk just the right amount. And the only opinion that you should care for is mine. And in my opinion, I think you’re a great talker.” He winked. ”Plus, when we end up in a conversation with other people, you do most of the talking for the both of us. It helps me save a few breaths.”

J-HOPE

“Okay, you’re way too quiet today.” Hobi told you concerned. Normally, the two of you would catch up on each others days when you both met up. But today, you were barely saying anything. And that’s extremely concerning because you usually have a lot to talk about. “Is something wrong honey? Do I have to have Jungkook beat someone up for you?”

You snorted, “Wow. My own boyfriend can’t even beat someone up for me but he can have his friend do it.”

“Hey! I have a pretty face to take care of. I can’t let a broken nose bring me down.” Hobi laughed while sending you a wink, but you only shook your head.

“So you’re calling Jungkook ugly?”

“You said it, not me.” Hoseok placed a head on your shoulder, “But no, seriously, babe. What’s wrong?”

Looking down, you sighed before looking back at your worried boyfriend. “I was told recently that I talk so much that it was annoying.”

Hobi gave you a confused look. “You? Talk too much?” He laughed out loud. “Babe, between the two of us, I’m the one who talks a hell lot. Now, who told you this?

“My family?”

Hobi frowned, “Oh no honey. Let me meet them so they can see who the real talkative person is.”

“Okay, baby should I wear this one,” Joon asked as he lifted up his right hand that had a black low-cut v-neck. “Or the this one?” Namjoon then lifted up his plain white button up with his left hand.

You looked at the two for a brief second before picking the silky white button up on his left hand. “Alright. Now, should I wear it with these black pants or these black pants that stop at the ankles?”

“The ankles.” Namjoon nodded with a smile as he walked off to change. Once he came back, he noticed that you were still sitting on your shared bed on your phone. With concern, Namjoon frowned to himself before walking over to you.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded giving him a one word answer, “Yeah.”

“No you’re not.” Joon sat down besides you and took your phone out of your hands. “What’s up? You’re barely talking to me.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

Confused, Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so. Communication is very important between a relationship. Whether it’s between a man and a women, or a man and a man, or a women and a women, or between any other genders, communication is a key to a successful relationship. And recently, you have’t been communicating much with me.”

“Don’t you think I talk too much? I was told by my family that I talk too much.”

Namjoon shook his head. “You can never talk too much. Talking is something inevitable. It’s a part of life. Just like how you’re apart of my life.” Joon kissed your cheek before smiling. “And who cares if they think you talk too much? Let them think what they want too because their opinion shouldn’t be an obstacle in your life.”

JIMIN

“So, how was your day yesterday?” Jimin asked you as he took a sip of his iced coffee. Currently the two of you were on a date in a cafe that recently opened up in town. “Mine was boring. All we did was film a dance practice video and then attended a meeting about our upcoming events.”

You gave Jimin a smile, “That sounds like a blast. But I didn’t do anything special.”

Jimin looked at you confused. “I thought you went to visit your family and then hung out with your friends at a bar.” Jimin placed his cup down onto the table, “Wait. You told me that you had a lot of stuff to do. C’mon tell me about your day like you usually do babe.”

You shook your head trying to wave him off. “No seriously, it wasn’t anything special.”

“Oh my god.” Jimin’s eyes grew wide. “Did something happen? Oh my god, babe, spill the tea! Who did what and with who!”

You slapped your boyfriends shoulder, “Shh. You’re so nosey. And nothing interesting happened, I promise. I just learned about a few things that I need to work on.”

“And what do those things that you so called need to work on?”

“I talk too much.” You shrugged, “And it’s true. I’m annoying when I overly blab about too much.”

Jimin dramatically gasped, “Shut up, you do not. Babe, that’s what made me fall for you. Well, besides your beautiful face, that is. I love it when you talk, okay? Talk all day and night, I’ll love it. I’ll even pay you to talk to me nonstop 24/7, like seriously. And whoever told you that you’re annoying when you talk or whatever can go drink poison.”

“It was my family.”

“Oh-”

“Jagi, so I got you this jacket today from the Gucci store and I think you’re going to love it!” Taehyung enthusiastically told you as he held you from behind in excitement. His arms wrapping around you tightly. “And I may and may have not got myself the same one so we can match... And I also may and may have not ordered a custom made one for Yeontan...”

Taehyung giggled excitedly into your ear as you laughed back at his cuteness. “You’re ridiculous Tae. How much was everything?”

“Babe, the prices are just useless numbers that don’t matter.”

You shook your head. “Well that’s sweet of you babe.”

Tae smiled, “Anything for my princess.” As Tae leaned down, he kissed your cheek. “How was your morning babe?”

“Oh, it was nothing. I just talked to my family.”

Tae’s eyebrow rose up, “Yeah? What’d they say? Any news?”

Quickly, you turned around and looked up at your tall boyfriend. “Do you think it’s annoying when I talk? Like, do I talk too much?”

Taehyung laughed shaking his head, “Babe, I assure you. You’re not annoying and you don’t talk too much. Okay?” He gave you a nod and a smile, “Trust me.” Quickly, he lifted you off of your feet and carried you to the sofa so the two of you could cuddle.

JUNGKOOK

“Oh no babe, oh my god, duck duck duck duck!” Jungkook shouted into his mic as he moved around effortlessly in the video game the two of you were playing together online. “He almost killed you, that jerk!” The boy spoke.

Your laughter flowed out of his headset and into his ears easily, “But you saved me, so thank you babe.”

Jungkook smiled, “Of course, I’m your anpanman.”

“You’re so gross.” You cringed jokingly even though he couldn’t see you.

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Anyways, hows your day babe? I was waiting all day to get home so I could play you on xbox.” Jungkook told you honestly. “I couldn’t wait to see you lose.”

You scoffed, “Lose? I’m the one whose winning in this game right now.”

“Because I saved you from getting killed.”

“Whatever. But my day was fine.”

Jungkook shot at an enemy before the foe could shoot at him back. “That’s it?”

You hmm’d, “Yep.”

“Really? Are you sure?” Jungkook asked confused. Usually, you’d elaborate more on about your day and such to your boyfriend. “Nothing happened? You did nothing? You didn’t go anywhere? You didn’t go get coffee? Nada? Nothing?”

“Yeah I guess. I don’t know, I don’t want to be annoying and tell you too much about my day.”

Jungkook laughed, “Annoying? Did someone tell you that or something? Babe, you telling me about your day and such is the highlight of my day. You’re not annoying, trust me. Hyungs are the ones who are annoying baby, not you.”

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