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thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels · 6 months

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this goodness hurts (and I'm drowning in it)

carry me slowly, my sunlight (these colours, they fade for you only) - series masterlist here

pairing: damian wayne x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.2k

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

warnings: damian is trying so hard to be an emotionally functional adult. he's not doing perfectly. reader definitely isn't, either. there might be too much world building in this oops

a/n: what if damian wayne was an adult and was trying so so hard to heal, huh. what about that.

"Beloved?" Damian's voice is quiet and tired, but it cuts through the silence of your shared apartment all the same. Your gaze snaps up to him from your spot on the couch, your back straight and your shoulders back as if you're a guest in someone else's house.

"Hey… what are you doing awake?" you say gently.

"Looking for you," he says matter-of-factly as he kneels on the floor in front of you, switching a small lamp on and bathing the two of you in a soft glow. He uses the light to look you up and down, eyes scanning for any sort of issue or ailment. "You weren't in bed… what's wrong, my love?"

"Nothing, I just…" you sigh, shoulders slumping and hands clenching. Damian takes your hands in his gently, rubbing soothing circles on the backs of them with his thumbs as he waits for you to continue. "Sometimes it's just… hard." you finish weakly.

"What is, beloved?" he presses ever so gently.

"Just… this. All the good we have now. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in it." Damian makes a noise of understanding at your words and slides himself onto the couch next to you, wrapping his arms around you and breathing a slight sigh of relief when you relax into him.

"Why don't I bring you back to bed, hm? We can talk about this more, or I can help you back to sleep and we can discuss this later. Whatever will help you right now, my love." He says quietly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

You sigh and lean forward to press your head into your hands, conscious of Damian's soothing hand rubbing up and down on your back.

"Do you ever feel this?" You mumble, not sure if he can even hear you.

"Yes," comes his immediate response, though. "I feel this, too. You…" Damian stops there, his voice faltering in that way that means he's stepped into unknown emotional territory and he's only realizing now that his feet are firmly planted there. You lift your head to look at him suspiciously and he smooths your hair back with gentle touches - a loving diversion that you're familiar with.

"Damian," you say softly. "Tell me." There's an importance there that's making your words heavy - your relationship with Damian, built on so many years of hatred and bloodshed, relies now on this openness that you're asking for. It's your loyalty to this that keeps the two of you together, that helped you move past the sworn enemies that you once were and towards this - something better, something softer. Home, Damian often calls it - this love that you two share.

He thinks of this now as he stares at you, weighing his words heavily in his mind. He's still so unsure, in many of the ways he knows you are, as well.

"I… do feel like this," he says carefully, pulling his hands into his lap so that they can grasp onto each other tightly - a stoney alternative to fidgeting. "I feel this with Father and the others. It seems to come very easily to them, living normal lives and loving and looking out for one another normally. Over the years that I've spent here, that feeling has grown smaller and less significant, but I'd be lying if I said I never feel it at all anymore."

"But they're not the only ones who make you feel that way," you say quietly, a sombre ache in your voice. Damian inwardly curses how well you know him and feels his heart drop as you look up at him with furrowed brows and pained eyes. "Am I still hurting you, Dames?"

"No," he rushes to say, his hands moving to cup your face so fast you huff out a breath of surprise. "No, my love, you don't… that's not what I mean. I do feel this way with you, sometimes, but to no fault of yours. You're… good. You are the goodness I feel I don't deserve, beloved." Damian thinks he should at least be grateful that his words have swept the pained look off your face, but your current expression leaves him shifting in his seat, instead, your brows shooting up and your mouth open in disbelief.

"Oh…" you say slowly. "Oh. I hadn't… I'd never thought of it like that."

"Sometimes I think of what it would have been like without you," Damian continues, leaving your mind to spin at his words. "If the prophecy hadn't existed… if you hadn't existed. I don't think I would've gotten here. I don't think I would've gotten this goodness." The last part of his confession is quiet, his eyes trained on the floor as you stare at him. His feet shift over the rug there and he thinks back to when the two of you bought it, a mark of the domesticity that neither of you realized you'd craved so much with each other until you'd gotten it.

"I think you would have," you say softly. "There's goodness in you, Damian. There always has been. Even back then… you had good in you." You reach your hand over to his, prompting him to loosen the white-knuckled grip he has on his pajama pants and intertwine his fingers tightly with yours, instead.

"If my goodness is inherent then yours is, too, you know."

"I don't know about that," you huff at Damian's declaration.

"I do," he says firmly, his eyes boring into yours, mouth downturned in a show of stubbornness that you know well. You sigh, squeezing his hand in yours and leaning up to press a kiss to his forehead in a show of surrender, a we can argue about this tomorrow whispered against his skin. The furrow disappears from his brow at the action and he pulls you against him once more, wrapping his arms around you.

"Maybe we should go back to bed," you murmur, your face tucked against his neck. He hums in agreement and drops his own kiss to the crow of your head, letting you settle against him for a moment before he gently nudges you to your feet, keeping one hand tightly in yours as he leads you both back to your bedroom. Your eyes flicker over the interior of your shared home as you go, over the photos and artworks and all the things that make it home. By the time you get back to your bedroom and Damian is delicately getting you under the covers, tucking blankets around you and fluffing pillows, you're looking at him with a lovesick expression that makes him freeze.

"Beloved?" He says tentatively.

"I love you," you respond firmly. A smile stretches across Damian's face, a giddy boyishness flashing across his features that makes you soften. It's not a sight anyone is faced with very often, even you.

"I love you, too." His gentle words are muffled by him pressing his lips to yours, hands cupping your face the thumbs smoothing across your cheeks. "Inevitably."

"Inevitably," you repeat back, smiling against his lips. His reminder of how the two of you twisted a hateful rivalry into love and home and safety makes your heart thump against your ribcage, breath hitching as your eyes mist over. Damian smiles gently - knowingly, and you can't help but notice the rapid blinking of his own eyes, as well.

As he slips into bed beside you, turning to hold you in his arms, you consider the fact that maybe the two of you always were meant to end up like this. Maybe goodness really is inevitable.

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de-vespertiliones · 10 months

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Can I ask why you don't like RHaTO 2016? I started it solely because the scene of Jason and Bizarro talking on the floor on the first issues did things to my heart the one time I saw a panel of it, but I didn't get much farther. And I like how you talk bout issues

Oh, thank you for the compliment! Apologies for this taking so long. I had to reflect a bit. (For what it's worth, the scene you're referring to is one of my favorite scenes in RHatO and some of the best writing in the entire run).

Some caveats:

I like reading serialized comics, but I'm unpracticed in the art of reading serialized comics, so my structural analyses come largely from analyzing other forms of writing (mostly novels, some TV & film). This means that I might be expressing critiques that are not entirely fair given the nature of the medium.

I read the entire run in a couple sittings last September, so these are generally remembered vibes and not nuanced analysis. I'm open to correction if I've misremembered something.

I actually don't dislike all of RHatO 2016, even though I do strongly dislike some of the canon introduced (this canon is discussed in points 5-6, and thus contains spoilers)

Also, for brevity's sake (ha!), "RHatO" refers to the 2016 version; if I mean RHatO 2011 I'll indicate that.

Anyway, my problems with the run (cut for length):

RHatO doesn't know who Jason is. This is not a "RHatO!Jason isn't who I think Jason should be" critique (though I certainly feel some element of that as well) but rather a "Lobdell cannot decide the basics of who his version of Jason Todd is as a character." In a different run that went through the hands of multiple writers, I'd find this far more forgivable, but barring the tail end of the run, Lobdell is the sole author. Jason is by turns incredibly clever and incredibly stupid in ways that felt contradictory. I had very little sense of what he valued or cared about. Sometimes he expresses great empathy and sometimes he's bafflingly self-absorbed and the only thing that seems to determine these behaviors is what's most convenient for the plot. Don't get me wrong: there are Jason moments in RHatO that I absolutely love, but they're balanced by Jason moments that utterly confound me because I don't understand how this is the same person.

It's not an ensemble book but it's pretending to be an ensemble book. This is a fundamental issue with every iteration of RHatO (including the webtoon) because no iteration of RHatO is written as an ensemble book--Jason is always the main character. RHatO also sort of sets itself up for failure in that regard--Artemis and Bizarro are far less well-known characters with less history than Jason and would require more investment and buildup on Lobdell's part to make them more than just props, but Lobdell doesn't put in the work. Even arcs that ostensibly center Artemis or Bizarro end up feeling flat, especially because so often they operate in service to Jason, The Main Character. (Incidentally, the point when I found Artemis & Bizarro most compelling was when they were separated from Jason and allowed room to breathe and exist).

The emotional core of the story, insomuch as there is one, is between Bruce and Jason and it really, really shouldn't be. Don't get me wrong, I would read a million issues of Jason and Bruce being completely, wretchedly awful to each other, but because the emotional core lies between Bruce and Jason, and also because RHatO is trying to be an ensemble book, and also because Lobdell is very uninterested in crafting a story around an alternate emotional core, whenever the story isn't about Bruce and Jason (which is most of the time) it flounders. I'd say that's fine if Lobdell just wanted to write a fun, dumb adventure book, but the Bruce and Jason bits are too present to ignore, making the whole thing feel very off-kilter.

From a team perspective, I don't understand what Jason adds. The whole run is sold as a "dark trinity," but the role Batman plays in the Wonder Woman-Superman-Batman trinity and the role Jason plays in the Artemis-Bizarro-Red Hood trinity isn't really the same? I feel like I'm supposed think Jason deserves his place on the team because he's The Main Character, but even from a very mechanical powers and abilities perspective I don't get what he's doing there. He's not particularly clever or strategic. He doesn't have the resources Batman does. He's not the brains, especially because later arcs give that role to someone else. If I had to assign him a role I'd say he's the "heart," whatever that means, but I also fundamentally don't buy Artemis and Jason as a team or companions and would argue that Bizarro serves as the "heart" (as well as the brawn) most of the time.

(This section contains spoilers) RHatO introduces the stupidest plot threads and then proceeds to do nothing with them. Willis Todd is alive, for reasons. He's Wingman, who's just randomly part of Batwoman's Bat-Team, for reasons. He's Faye Gunn's son, making Jason Faye Gunn's grandson, for reasons. None of this has any real bearing on the plot but it does create a lot of problems for Jason's canon backstory, whatever it is at this point in time.

(This section contains spoilers) Which also, the fact that it opens with conflict with Black Mask, one of the few rogues Jason has had extensive conflict with as Red Hood, creates a nightmare of what's in continuity and what isn't. My understanding is that UtRH is in continuity, which makes literally everything about the opening act not only nonsensical, but actively confusing.

This is less a critique of the series itself, but worth noting: I generally disagree with how people rec the first half of the run (i.e. the run with Bizarro and Artemis) and not the last half of the run (the Red Hood: Outlaw part). I read the series in trade format so I don't have the issues on hand, but I think RH:O vol. 2 is way more enjoyable (at least when it comes to Jason content) than the middle sections of RHatO.

So I guess I have problems with consistency, character work, storytelling choices, and ensemble writing. I don't with it's a worthless run per se; it's certainly better than other Jason-centric stories, and I love Dexter Soy's art about as much as I dislike Kenneth Rocafort's, so that's definitely a bonus for (early) RHatO 2016. I also don't think Lobdell is a completely incompetent writer, necessarily; he's just lazy, and incurious, and generally kind of a hack, which in some ways makes it worse.

I also don't think anyone is wrong to like either version of RHatO. I am a very brittle reader with specific wants & desires from comics that are usually only ever met by accident. So, obviously, take all this with an amount of salt anywhere between a shaker and a mine.

#the mortifying ordeal of never shutting the fuck up

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zackcrazyvalentine · 2 years

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I decided to create this little game just out of curiosity! Let's play an alternate reality! Think of at least 2 TWST boys to ship or interact with your Sona/MC/Yuu or OC! Let's see the park burn and have fun! (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃)/💗

First off.... AAAAAAAAAAAAGDKDGRKWGFKDBKSVSKF W-WHAT ?!?!?!?!!!!?!?? YOU IN MY ASK BOX!!!!!!!

HOW COME ?!?!?!?!!??!???!!???

HOW DID I SOMEHOW GET SOMEONE SO TALENTED AND WHO I ADMIRE IN MY BOX????!!!?!?!?!???!

AAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU FOR THE BLESSING!!!!

Now, to actually answer the question (sorry it took me some time aaaa)...

Pretty much my main OC (and self-insert) is Thais, my soft gentle goat girl 🥺💖

The two Twst guys I can see interacting with her are Riddle and Jamil (after writing everything: I got carried away AAAAAAAAAA)

🌹Riddle Rosehearts ❤️

They're in the same dorm

It was Riddle who helped her out a whole bunch after suddenly appearing in an all boy's school, specially sorting out a room for her and appropriate uniforms for her

They have similar ways of thinking and analyzing things to get the desired outcome. They vibe when working together bc they enrich each other's ideas

Thais and Riddle would be wonderful friends. She understands how stern and to-the-point he is, and brings some needed gentleness to his bubble. Riddle knows Thais is trustworthy and intelligent, she just needs to learn how to stand her ground better, he can provide that for her/teach through example

Over all, a well tuned and balanced friendship!!

They would only be friends, romance wouldn't enter the scene

PLATONIC SHIP FTW!!!!

What exactly made Riddle click with Thais?

A tea party was to be held in the dorm. It was the monthly dorm "check up" to see the students' spirits and concerns, but preparations were lacking... severely lacking...

The gathering was to be held in the weekend right after projects week, and before exams week started. Everyone in Heartslabyul panicked after looking at their calendar and noticing the scheduled party.

Riddle and Trey ransacked their brains trying to make ends meet with what ingredients they had. Cater worked overtime trying to keep the nervous 1st years calm "Don't you worry! Dorm leader understands the situation, he won't punish you too harshly if you mess up! ...I hope..."

Thais, being the one in charge of the rose maze and gardens in the dorm, was called into Riddle's room to discuss what flower arrangements could be done in such short notice, if the roses could be adequately painted in a single day for the occasion.

Seeing the distress on her dorm leader and vice leader, she spoke her mind...

"Wouldn't it be best for us to postpone the party?"

Trey looked at her in disbelief, shaking his head slightly to stop her from talking again. Riddle's head shoot up to look pointedly at the girl, eye twitching. "Pardon?" The redhead said, indignantly.

Although she was scared now after seeing both boys' reactions, she continued. "Well, everyone is going around like headless chickens... Don't you think that would be the best solution?"

Riddle took a deep breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose in an attempt to quell the irritation building up on him. Who would've thought someone he saw as admirable would demolish that image with something so--?

Thais took this moment of silence to complete her idea. "Rule #XYZ of The Queen of Hearts states tea party etiquette. Addendum three - Occasions in which a gathering is to be postponed - Bullet one: When all homemade jams run low, leaving attendees' scones and cookies dull and unsweetened." The hands she held behind her back brought forth an empty glass jar. "Jar #30 is now empty, and a new batch has yet to be prepared."

Trey stared at the jar stumped. Riddle kept his eyes on his desk, hand still on his face.

"Come again?"

"A rule," The goat nodded, "One of the Queen of Heart's rules states gatherings should be held back if jam runs out. We have run out of jams. That's why I suggested... postponing the party." She hugged the glass container to her chest, feeling shy all of a sudden. Had it not occurred to others?

Ever so quietly, the dorm leader searched in one of his drawers. He pulled out a beautiful maroon leather bound book, and quickly flipped through the pages until he reached the part he desired.

Silence carried on for a while, leaving the other two occupants of the room to hold a silent conversation through staring at each other.

Rosehearts sighed loudly before slumping on his seat. "You're right..." He admitted. "I was unaware of our jams, this hadn't crossed my mind as a possibility." His shoulders relaxed and Thais could swear she saw a ghost of a smile on his face.

All tension in the room disappeared that instant.

"So... Shall we reschedule?" The girl asked.

Riddle straightened up, smiling faintly her way. "I do believe that is the best course of action. What do you think, Trey? A week. Is that enough time to restock on ingredients and bake all needed pastries?"

The bespectacled student nodded, feeling a lightness on his chest. "Yes, that is plenty of time. Plenty enough to refill all the marmalade jars, too." A small chuckle left him at that.

The redhead agreed with his head. "Very well. Thais," He now turned to address her again, "I trust the dorm will be vibrant and lush with plants in a week's time? Do surprise us with the arrangements the garden supervisors will put together for out meeting."

"Of course! Leave it to us!" She answered with cheer.

"Perfect. Both of you are dismissed. Trey, I will need you here in 20 to go through the new chores schedule I'll set up, now that the party is held back."

The 3rd year nodded, "Understood. In anything I can help, don't doubt calling me."

"Thank you. I leave it in both your hands to tell everyone to stop their panic and wait for new instructions." The last ordered was delivered.

"Yes, dorm leader!" The duo exclaimed before exiting the room.

Once out and a couple of feet away from the door, Trey chuckled again. Thais looked up with an embarrassed flush on her cheeks. "W-What is it, Trey?"

"Jar 30 was still halfway full of apricot jam. Now, where did it all go?"

All she needed to do was look down at the crowd surrounding the foot of the staircase.

A multitude of students, all gulping down the last bites of scones or toast with jam in a hurry, rushing to clean the crumbs from their faces and fingers after hearing footsteps approaching.

"Uh... Desperate times call for desperate measures?" The goat uttered.

Clover snorted softly at the scene while letting a hand fall on Thais' head affectionately. "Good thinking."

Cater pushed through the crowd to be at the head of the crowd, looking expectantly up at the horned girl and his fellow 3rd year.

"The tea party has been postponed. Wait for further instructions given by dorm leader Rosehearts." Trey spoke loud and clear.

A communal sigh of relief resounded through the hall along with controlled cheers within the student body. Everyone left to wherever they needed to be next, leaving only a couple of Heartslabyul members hanging around.

Blake (another OC of mine) approached his friend. "I take it the plan worked?"

Thais allowed herself to slump into his arms. "Sufficiently so... I think."

The bunny beastman giggled and pushed his friend off to procure half of a toasted scone, decorated with melting butter and a spoonful of apricot jam. "I say you deserve a treat for what you've done."

The goat smiled and accepted the food.

Meanwhile, Riddle was left pondering the situation in his room. He soon worked out it was probably planned, but then again Adamante had a knack of memorizing all exceptions to the rule to save friends and acquaintances from getting collared. "Whatever reason, it worked. It's better to give the party more time to be prepared... Just this once, Thais, just this once."

He had to admit, it was quite an impressive feat. To organize a handful of students, tricksters and followers alike, for the benefit of everyone is not easy to attain, Riddle knows it very well. "Is that what you've learned in order to be a proper Scholar?"

[[ This all happened after his Overblot. While they were good classmates, Riddle was still doubtful of Thais' trustworthiness as a dorm member due to her trick of always jumping to save people's hide with exceptions to the rules and whatnot. In this scenario, now that Riddle is a bit lax with rules post-OB, he can admire and appreciate her way of thinking. It was for everyone's benefit, the best decision to make. A plan that pleased everyone: uniting the dorm with a good enough reason (a breather from chores) with a good enough incentive (food), her gentle delivery to him with the rules he enforces as backup, all to reach a goal everyone desired (push back the gathering so chores can be done carefully and their attention can remain on upcoming exams). He now sees her as a useful asset in the dorm, trusts her decision making. ]]

🐍 Jamil Viper ❤

Thais hesitantly approached the cauldron. Sparing a glance back, Xeron (another OC of mine lol) gave her a shy thumbs up to encourage her.

With a deep breath, she stood by the Scarabia student. "Sorry for interrupting you, Jamil, but I wanted to ask for some insight? If you can... lend a hand right now... That'd be cool... Please?" Her words turned awkward as she tried to ignore the intimidation she felt from those sharp eyes.

Viper simply ordered his teamate to keep an eye on the bubbling potion-in-the-making before turning to the girl. "Make it quick." She could see some irritation on his face. The slight furrow to his eyebrows spoke for him.

"Right! So..." Thais hurried to show him her notes, "My partner and I are on potion #4 and there seems to be something wrong with the process, even if we're following Crewel's instructions exactly right."

"This is the list of ingredients we deduce, and I'm certain those are it... yet something is wrong. We're redone it three times already." She explained in a soft voice to prevent eavesdroppers from cheating.

"You're one of the most skilled students in class, that's why we wanted to check in with you to try and find out the mistake."

Jamil, upon hearing that compliment, looked directly at her in a flash. Startled by the quick motion, Thais blinked rapidly to dissipate her surprise. "I hope we aren't... bothering you much." The heat of shame light up her face. "Did I say something wrong? Please tell me I didn't offend him in some way..."

Jamil was about to refute her comment, he had to keep a low profile to let Kalim shine. However, her stiffness and nervous blush deterred him. "Let's not make her more awkward."

"Eh? Ah, no... 's fine." He cleared his throat and looked away.

Silence followed for a few awkward seconds as they looked at the notes jotted down about the potion.

"Wait, you're in potion 4 already?" He looked at her with some disvelief.

Thais nodded. "Yeah, the first two were easy to figure out, three was a bit more challenging but we got it thanks to Xeron's observation. Four though..." Soon, his tone caught up with her. "Ah, are you having trouble with one of the first potions? Where are you two?" She inquired.

"Finishing the last details of #2 and I'm deciphering #3, got stuck for a bit."

The lightbulb went off on Thais' head. A smile shaped her lips and excitement colored her face. "Howe about this!" She proposed, "Xeron and I route you to 3's formula and explain why those ingredients for 4, and you help us find what's missing in the process for the 4th potion. It definitely is something wrong with the preparation, not the ingredients, I know... Sounds good to you?"

Jamil gave it a thought. From what he could see, the other two potions were correct, and what he had so far for the third one was, too. "Adamante is one of the best one for alchemy. Crewel does appear impressed by her skills."

He took a deep breath. "Very well, I'll help. Let's get this done quick."

"Thank you!" She breathed out with a brighter smile. "Okay okay! So, here it is." Thais began explaining the reasons why this and that plant, moss, mushroom, mineral or whatever was chosen for the formulation. Everything was kept on secret by standing close together and whispering very lowly all the information.

"Hold on," Jamil checked his notes from a few classes before and read everything carefully. "Look at this."

"The spores' key active ingredient is nullified by one of the secondary metabolites of the moss. Crewel purposefully left out the step of making a specific extraction of the moss to avoid the other metabolites."

The goat carefully read the noted he had about the purple velvet moss and the crystalline mushroom's spores. She gasped, heart leaping with realization and amazement. "Oh! Oh stars! Jamil... you're right! Absolutely right!"

"It didn't cross my mind to check for nullifiers! Oh, thank you so much! You're amazing!"

"Like, really really amazing! Safe to say, you've given me a new perspective, something I'll be checking for from now on."

"You're the best!"

Thais complimented, trying to keep her voice low to not alert surrounding students or Crewel himself.

She was astounded! It absolutely flew over her head to check for nullifiers! The potions they've been preparing so far were simple ones, but Profesor Divus was a man of challenges to urge critical and rational thinking. This was one of the first challenges in this first term at NRC the strict teacher assigned them.

and Jamil helped solve it!

"HE'S SO COOL!!" She screamed inside her skull. You could practically see her vibrating from admiration and joy.

The Scarabia student gently shushed her rain of nice words. "Head on the assignment, Thais. About the guidance you offered..."

"Oh! Yes! Just a moment!" She rushed back to her station where her partner waited for her. After explaining Xeron what to do to proceed with the extraction, she rushed back to Jamil's cauldron.

"Right, right, for the 3rd potion. You have three of the main ingredients now. You gotta think about the stabilizers to prevent secondary effects. So, you'd want to search for..." Thais went on her explanation to help him find the missing ingredients.

Once class ended, everyone had to deliver whatever they managed to solve and concoct. Thais' team, Jamil's duo, and two more pairs were the only ones to deliver all five potions.

As they exited the experimentation room, Thais and Xeron approached their helpful classmate.

"Viper, thank you." Xeron said in his ever serious voice. This time, however, he had a faint smile on his face.

Thais was the next one to speak. "You really saved us there. Thanks a bunch! And, uh..." She produced a small bouquet of plants, "It may not be much, but take it as a token of our gratitude."

"Xeron told me you're in charge of cooking for your dorm leader, and sometimes for the entire? It's just some basil, thyme, and oregano... They could come in helpful, maybe. They have their roots, you can plant them. At least they could save you a trip to the store." She laughed softly.

With one last bow and "thank you", fae and goat went on their way to their next class.

Jamil was left alone for moment.

"You're the best!" Thais' compliment echoed in his mind.

"Guh, shut it..." He told himself, trying to calm down the strange beating of his heart.

[[ RIFJRIOEJRIW I'VE HAD THIS SCENARIO IN MY MIND FOR A WHILE NOW AHAHA FINALLY GOT TO WRITE IT DOWN!!!! So yeah! They!! They met through alchemy class after Thais had to ask someone for help with an assignment bc she couldn't figure what was wrong (couldn't rely much on her alchemy partner because he isn't good at it). I really don't have explanations for this ship other than I like it fnjksgd and I think that should suffice for now :b ]]

AND THERE WE HAVE IT!!!!!!!! OH MY GOD THAT WAS LENGTHY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Again, sorry for taking my time answering this! You really caught me offguard here, I couldn't think of someone other than Riddle and Deuce to "ship" in a platonic way with Thais

I like to ship her with Jamil bc I sometimes get hit with feels for him, but don't really have many reasons why they would be good together?? Had my doubts writing her and Jamil because of this, but we're here to have fun, right? So there it is!! :D

Thank you for your ask, Nicoli!!

Hope you enjoyed reading this, too, maybe ?? asdfgfdgh

Thank you 💖

#zask #oc talk #twst oc #thais adamante #riddle rosehearts #jamil viper #thais x riddle #thais x jamil #oc x canon #characters may be ooc bc i haven't been in touch with twst canon for a while

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bibiana112 · 2 years

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would u like to explain homestuck classpects ? i wanna understand how youre categorising ze characters with em :o

Oh my god yes, but also I wanna pretend I was never a Homestuck as much as possible, but also I can't help how relevant this whole system is to how I think about a bunch of stuff, but also did you know I have a 25 page messy ass google doc on this for like five kh characters that I think only AJ ever read, did you know I started on the equivalent to that for ze like last week but it's a very low committal sort of thing, I am absolutely torn between trying to give an abridged version as best I can and just grabbing what little I have already succinctly typed out hmm I think I'll go with the former? Okay I can't for the life of me do that actually and I tried it still goes on for longer than it should anyway, like, the alternative would be making it sound far too shallow and uh yeah idk ya could wait 'til I have the bare minimum to show or ask specifics on stuff? I'll write what the headcanons are here though, I think they always sound funky without much context

It's also just for the 999 cast, what a surprise

Little crash course on what these even are is that they're two notions, a class and an aspect that interact with each other and form a hero title which is pretty much like an overall archetype, since each of those has 12 different ones the total number of possible combinations is 144. A class is things like Witch, Thief, Knight, Mage and those are more tied to personality traits and how one approaches situations, but aspects are the ones I tend to put a larger focus on, those are things like Space, Time, Doom, Life they each represent a great deal more than the namesake though and they're each so very interesting to me for the nuance, they're concepts that are all always present to some extent, what varies is the concentration or how much of it that is present in someone's overall journey, and they're not like teams or houses or anything in fact they're supposed to be as diverse amongst a group as possible and also they come in sets! Both classes and aspects do, they're 6 complementary pairs each, the way it works on classes is that they're divided as active or passive which is really more about either directing energy towards oneself or towards those around you, and for aspects they're complementary concepts the way two sides of a coin are, for example there's the Social aspects Breath and Blood, one is about freedom from social bonds and the other is all about nurturing those attachments and that's an oversimplification but it's serviceable, I really didn't realize it was this complex to explain until now and I probably didn't do a grade A job at it

Ace - Prince of Breath

Snake - Mage of Void

Santa - Rogue of Heart

Clover - Maid of Blood

Junpei - Witch of Time

June - Seer of Mind

Seven - idk

Lotus - Sylph of Doom (?)

Fun little factoid that will not make any sense to anyone, but, with Junpei and Akane I sort of feel like they switch their aspects from 999 to vlr and ztd? Akane suddenly has many more Time player motifs and reasoning and Junpei is the same, suddenly his behavior has so much more Mind vibes in full display. It's a fun observation and by nature of this whole thing drastic shifts in a story can mean recontextualizing a character's role in it, and thus, their aspect and I kind of think that's neat but still like to keep in mind the ones I put up there when writing the two, cause that's something I do

So yeah, hmm my goodness I really never got like any ideas for the rest of the cast? I feel like we either don't get much insight aside from very literal and plot related motivations on most of them at best and shallow characterization at worst, like, freaking Carlos? Idk he's firefighter of murica my dude not much else, Diana can be a Life player because she's a healer/caretaker I guess and Phi and Sigma kind of fuck me up because it almost feels like they're different characters in ztd altogether (Sigma kind of is?? Although I can see Dr.Klim as a Space player maybe) and idk I guess my biggest issue is I have a hard time imagining them just being people separate from the story with a very narrow framing we witness unfold with them which makes this difficult? WAIT I got it, so much of vlr and ztd's plots rely on the characters not being themselves that it makes this murky, like, with radical-6 and mind hacking bullcrap, y'know? My first instinct for everyone in vlr almost would also be Mind but that's probably because of the plot y'know? Except Luna? She could be Hope or Breath idk and share a class with Diana but idk which one that'd be, Dio being a Bard makes sense I guess? WAIT MIRA MIRA THIEF OF HEART WOULD BE SO FUNNY BUT I DON'T THINK THAT'D BE IT LMAOO

Okay that's what I have, I hope this made no sense I will be working on my google docs to show u later if u want akdjkasj

#not gonna lie I was pretty excited to get this but then I realized I didn't know how to explain it in a few words #not that I. am known to make short posts here or anything but like #even for my standards I think that'd be going overboard y'know?#and besides‚ idk what tone to write in except for the one I have over there #me being super casual here is probably making it sound more confusing than it already is lol #but yeah uh if you have any questions well then let me know 👀#a tag for asks

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Our Museum Of Rot And Love (Part 4)

The Overlap Of Tragedy And Horror

Ed rubs Stede's arm as they lay in bed together, the sun shining softly through the window and the sea lapping at the hull of the boat. Stede sighs awake, blinking at Ed and smiling sleepily.

"Morning, love." Ed kisses Stede gently. "Fuck, you look pretty right now, man.

Stede laughs a little. "Pretty? Not a word I'd use for me."

"I would. You're the prettiest fuckin' thing in the whole fuckin' ocean."

"Stop with the nonsense," Stede says in a pleased tone. "Because you're also out here."

"Come on, man. You're makin' me blush now."

"More proof that you're the actual prettiest thing." Stede kisses the top of Ed's head and sighs again. "I think I'd like staying like this forever."

Ed curls closer to Stede, nearly trying to tuck himself into the other man. "I think I would too."

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"Oooh, interesting selection." Stede pursues the books, keeping Ed in the corner of his vision. "A lot of romances from the era! Have a particular interest in romance, do you?"

"Pff, I dunno." Ed shrugs. "It's nice."

"I agree." Stede smiles at him. "Two souls finding each other, connecting, truly becoming one another's! I've never been in love myself, but I love reading about it."

"Never?"

"Just haven't found it. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. I'm not opposed the idea, just not seeking it out, actively."

"Oh, yeah. No, me neither."

Something twangs in Stede's chest, both disappointed and relieved at once, and the feeling is so unexpected and sudden that it makes him rub his chest.

"You okay?" Ed steps a little closer, eye shining with a concern Stede usually only sees in his students when he cuts himself on his artifacts (which is about once a week, when he has plenty to bring in). It's a familiar, deeply caring concern, an intensity to it that makes Stede's breath catch. He stares at Ed for a moment, lost in those searching, worried eyes...

"You okay, man?"

Stede blinks, and flushes. "Sorry, sorry. Yes, I'm fine. Just a uh, pang of the heart thinking about all the tragedies in so many of these stories."

Ed searches for... something, a moment longer, and then nods. "Yeah. Fuckin' sad as hell, some of these. Sometimes I like to rewrite the endings in my head. Make 'em happier."

"I do that as well!" Stede reaches into his bookbag. "I think I have my alternate ending to one of them here, actually, if you want to see my take!"

"Of course I do," Ed nearly scoffs, like it's not even a question.

"Well, I warn you, I'm no professional author. Certainly no Shakespeare."

"Shakespeare, fuckin' master of horror or something, yeah?"

Stede looks at Ed with wide eyes, heart racing. "You think so too? Most people I talk to consider him a master of romance, tragedy, or comedy before they think of horror!"

"No, man, some of his stuff, fuckin' terrifying. Like that Romeo and Juliet shit? Romeo thinking she's dead and then dying, and her seeing it and dying after? Fuckin' bone-chilling."

"Truly harrowing!" Stede agrees brightly. "The horror of love gone so wrong, influenced by such terrible outside influences! The physiological terror of it all! Not just tragedy, but terrifying tragedy!"

"Yeah." Ed runs his hand along the spine of a copy of the play in questions. "Terrifying."

There's a look in Ed's eyes that makes a sort of... frantic energy, well up in Stede. He suddenly grabs Ed's hand, and puts his notebook of re-writes into it. "Here," he says softly even as his heart races with- panic, maybe?

Ed looks not at the notebook, but at Stede, his eyes... shining. But not like when he first saw that Stede came back. They're shining with... with...

Well... Stede is nearly certain they're shining with tears.

"Happy endings," Stede promises. "Even by the most ludicrous of means."

Ed looks at the notebook, and holds it like it's made of fine china. "... Sometimes the insane shit is the best way to fix things." His voice is small, smaller than Stede has heard so far.

"Sometimes it is." Stede pats the notebook, releasing Ed's hand. He catches a glimpse of his watch. "Fuck! I have papers I need to grade before the deadline, fuck!"

Ed startles. "You have to leave already?"

"I have more time next weekend," Stede promises, and it is a promise, a promise just for Ed. "I just wanted to come by and see you- your wonderful museum, again!" Stede sorts out his bag, and looks back up at Ed. The other man looks so... vulnerable.

Stede puts a hand on Ed's upper arm. "I'll be back before you know it," he says as softly as he smiles. "Have a nice day, Ed."

Ed nods a little stiffly, clutching the notebook tight. "You too, man."

Stede has to rush out of the museum, but he takes a moment to pause at the exit and wave to Ed. Then he turns back around and hails a taxi, feeling like something important just got interrupted.

It takes him hours to focus on grading those papers.

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There's no romance in tragedy. Ed wants to shoot anyone who insists there is.

No, he wants to shoot almost anyone. But not one person.

Not like he could shoot his love even if he wanted to, anyway. And he never would, ever, even after all that's happened. All that's been lost.\

He watches his love stumble into the room, ashen-faced and gaunt, carrying a bottle of rum and his extravagant hat nearly falling off his head. He collapses into the bed and stares at the wall, resolutely ignoring the other presences in the room.

Ed knows ghosts are supposed to hold grudges.

But he got tired of doing things the traditional way a long time ago, anyway.

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Meta: Echo’s Big Fight in 3x09

Let's talk about the Big Echo fight. Because wandering around in the fandom this past week, I’ve seen a lot of very specific conclusions as far as what they were or weren't arguing about, and I’m not sure my take on that scene really aligns with other folks. So let me try to break it down a bit and give y’all an alternative perspective on it.

To start with, the scene opens with Max on edge because they're breaking and entering. Liz is singularly focused on the mission, and he's kinda freaking out. Instead of responding to his concerns, Liz gets straight to business.

"Ooh, ooh, this is interesting. Heath left Genoryx two days after I did. Must have realized he didn't need to be working underneath their corporate thumb."

Liz is kinda projecting here. Heath never once displayed any discomfort with Genoryx as a company the way that she did. He wanted her to stay. He wanted the resources there. We know these things as an audience, and Liz would too if she was thinking through the big picture at this point in time.

Max, on the other hand, doesn't know any of that. Here's what Max hears from Liz: he hears surprise. He hears Liz acknowledge that this is unexpected news. And right as he’s processing this unexpected reveal...Max sees Heath's Wild Pony t-shirt.

Weird coincidence #1 from Max's POV was Heath (the guy who is currently so pissed at Liz that he won't take her calls) supposedly rescuing Liz's science out of the good of his heart so that Genoryx doesn’t get their hands on it? This doesn't add up.

Weird coincidence #2 was Heath quitting Genoryx - a decision Heath made that Liz wasn't expecting.

The Wild Pony t-shirt is now the 3rd thing that doesn't add up. And if the t-shirt clue isn't adding up for you, see my post about it here:

The T-shirt is strike 3 for Max. He can't really pretend that he's not suspicious of Heath anymore. So he broaches the subject with her.

"How much do you know about this guy, Heath? How close were you?"

Max is feeling uncomfortable and looking for more information. He's trying to make the clue make sense. Why would Heath have the T-shirt? Does he have a connection to Roswell that Liz doesn't know about? And Liz doesn’t listen.

"This isn't the time to be jealous about a boy I met."

For all that Liz is clinical and on mission, she jumps very quickly to assuming that Max is NOT on mission. Yes, Max is inherently more emotional than she is. But throughout the episode he's been asking questions about Heath and NOT JUMPING TO CONCLUSIONS. That's one of the keys to me here. Max really is trying to give her the benefit of the doubt about him.

At Liz's house, he asked about "the boyfriend" but he wasn't doing it in a jealous or judgy way. If anything it could almost be interpreted as concern. He started with "were you happy" and only when Liz kind of metaphorically admitted that any happiness was a façade...that's when he brought Heath into it. And yeah, Liz says that he impacted her life and helped her grow, but she didn't exactly express romantic feelings that would make Max jealous. So when she basically jumped straight to the jealousy assumption instead of actually discussing this with him, he starts getting worked up. Because she is not hearing him. She is not acknowledging that the facts they have found during this investigation are not adding up. So he is honest and blunt about what he's thinking.

"I'm just saying it's possible that he took your one-of-a-kind alien spores and quit, so that, just like you, he could use the research himself, free of Genoryx."

Max is the one who brings the science into this conversation. Not Liz. And he's not criticizing or questioning HER application of the science. He's questioning the trustworthiness of Heath. Because the lies are starting to jump out at him like a friggin’ neon light.

BUT — now that he's specifically brought up the science, he has her attention. Because Max questioning her science is HER sore spot. So what does she say back to him? Something kinda judgy.

"That grand trust speech certainly had a short shelf life."

Side note: I really don't think there actually was a "grand trust speech" in this episode. I can think of a few scenes where there might have been an opportunity for one. In particular during the milkshake scene when he admits to saving her tapes. But they actually don't talk about trust in that scene. They talk about having hard conversations. They talk about moving forward instead of looking backwards. But they don't talk about trust. My guess is that there might have been content cut for time at some point in this episode, that may have included some grand declaration from Max, but that's really just speculation on my part.

Regardless…Liz's response to Max bringing up the science is to basically accuse him of not trusting her. Which is not what he was saying. He was not questioning her use of the science. He was questioning her trust in Heath through the context of her science. So he elaborates on what he IS saying, and as he does, he's getting more and more worked up...because this does relate directly to his personal fears, and, frankly, his buried trauma that he's never properly addressed.

"I trust you. Okay? But I don't trust some guy I have barely met with a secret that could endanger me, could endanger my family and break the frickin' Internet if it came out."

Max doesn't know Heath, and he doesn't trust Heath with a secret that could endanger Michael and Isobel. His emotions are escalating, because now he's thinking about the science that scares him in the hands of a guy that all signs points to being potentially untrustworthy, and he's triggered.

BUT he doesn't back up his argument. He doesn't point out the very specific evidence he's identified that Heath is probably lying to Liz.

And Liz is inherently reactive and sometimes overly defensive (see 1x09 list of Liz's flaws). So even though he's focused on Heath, she immediately reacts defensively and takes it as a criticism of HER.

"You think I would let myself be conned?"

"No, I think you came out here looking for a partner, and it could blind you."

*deep breath* and this is where it starts to get personal. And rough. Max isn't entirely wrong here. But he also kind of is. Liz didn't choose Genoryx for partnership. She was looking for resources, freedom to do the science she wanted to do, and to save her father from deportation.

But partnership? Yeah, Liz wanted that. But she wanted that from MAX. She was looking for partnership in life, not in science.

And now that Max has thrown that direct criticism out there, Liz is going to throw a bomb right back at him.

"Just because you sabotaged me when I thought you were mine does not mean that Heath would take the same path."

Ouch. This is the hardest line in this whole scene for me to work with. Because it is combative. And purposefully hurtful.

BUT…she is NOT TALKING ABOUT HER SCIENCE. She has not said a single word about her science in this argument. She moved past that. She had the epiphany that she was wrong and she apologized (3x03). That is in the past for her.

This argument, for Liz, is about betrayal. This is about her believing that they were going to be partners and move their lives forward together (2x12), and right when she believed in that future, Max made another massive decision that directly impacted her life (just like he did in 1x13) instead of working with her to make big decisions together.

"And just because you changed the wallpaper doesn't mean you've mended your blind spots."

I really hate this "change the wallpaper" line. It feels like they're mixing metaphors. Liz called her life a commercial. Max is saying that she's changed her decor. Like...pick one and stick with it.

That aside… I think this barb is about her arrogance. Earlier in the scene, she seemed baffled at the idea that Max believes she could have been conned by Heath, because Liz is used to always being the smartest person in the room. She thought she was smarter than Diego and he figured her out. She believed her lab was secure, but Diego (possibly) got in. Sometimes, like most scientists, Liz is so bogged down in the complicated, brilliant details she’s thinking through, that she misses simple things that contribute to the big picture. And I think that's what Max is getting at here. In her arrogance, she believes that she can control the Heath situation. But she's not acknowledging the human factor here - that Heath is a person who may have his own unspoken ulterior motives driving him. Just like Diego did. She's just not seeing what Max is seeing.

BUT - again I'll say. Max is also not communicating the scope of the evidence he is collecting. They're both wrong here.

"I have learned my lessons, but you... oh, my God, you sound an awful lot like the guy who blew up my lab. So forgive me, but you're making it perfectly clear why I felt like I had to go and change the wallpaper."

This is the only line where Liz even comes close to talking about her science, but again, she's talking about his betrayal. She's talking about him undermining their partnership. She's talking about her need for a change of scenery from HIM.

And that’s when Max blows out the safe and they put the fight on hold to finish their investigation.

But, to sum it up…the fight was all about trust and betrayal. It was necessary for them to work through it, though frankly? I wish they could have finished the discussion. Because instead of them coming to some sort of peace with their trust in each other, the truth came out about Heath, Liz realized that she was wrong, she apologized, and they moved forward together, on mission.

I can’t help pointing out though…after the fight and Liz's epiphany about Heath, Max and Liz spent at least 15 hours in a car together. And I'm sorry, I refuse to believe that they didn't talk about anything important for 15 hours. Fic writers assemble? 😆

Many thanks to @ober-affen-geil for doing a quick review and checking me on opinions vs facts. Very important.

And for my next trick… road trips, life choices, and Robert Frost! Coming soon to a Tumblr near you…

#rnm echo #rnm season 3 #roswell new mexico #max&liz #my meta #max evans #liz ortecho #rnm meta

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unfortunately since it was 4/13 heres my classpects for the dndads s2 teens bc i did see someone do this and i wanted to give out my takes too (under the cut bc this gets pretty long)

link li-wilson

link is a knight of space.. the description of "a person who doesn't easily give up" for his classpect kind of sums his entire character bc yk. being junior varsity and working hard to be in varsity even though the varsity team doesn't like him and all that. yeah normal oak

normal is a seer of blood i think. his whole teeny the teen thing and being the school mascot + uplifting spirits seems very befitting to the blood aspect although he's not the leader of the group he can still inspire them and etc. (im also thinking about the cleric thing motivational speech) and seers learning their aspect second hand (based on this blog im using 4 reference) is definitely something normal has especially since he's an oak AND the son of sparrow so definitely he's been raised to have some of those crunchy muncy life values ALTERNATIVE! sylph of blood bc it seems more interpersonal than seer. bc my take on seer was that he gains knowledge of being a better mascot through his own observations and then sylph is bc he IS the mascot and he hypes people and stuff as the school mascot taylor swift

taylor is an heir of heart. as the manga anime protagonist chuunibyou kid the heart aspect fits right at home with him, and heir because while taylor can be self-centered and seem like he only cares for himself, you can see that in some situations his persona slips and shows his true nature that he does care for the people around him. so the flexibility is there and also him being a survival prepper teen also fits in the "level headed in any sort of environment or situation" part scary marlowe scary is a witch of time... its by far the classpect that i didnt have to think too hard about because it fits her so well it's funny. anyways breakdown time, witch because they're rebellious. which goes in hand with scary's entire "not like other girls/warlocks" thing. "those bound to the aspect of time are fighters" <- fits scary really well. like when she defends normal and link yeah. and also when she fights against pepperoni tony and stood up against margerita. bc i wanted to find an alternative for her i also thought of prince of breath actually!! i think its cool but also "destroys with breath" sounds epic but also bc the prince class also applies to her in a way where she's pretty stubborn about her views? like in detention where she adamantly refuses to say that she was in the wrong with her anne frank book report and breath because of "leave an impact wherever they go" this can be seen i think in ep4 with erica and probably in ep2 too with the simulation/scorpion slut anyways happy/belated 4/13 to fellow unfortunate victims of this webcomic </3

#ill draw these too in a sec #not subjecting normal people to an extremely long post #also dont be afraid to hit me up on my asks to talk abt these more!#homestuck tw #classpects #homestuck #dndads #dndads s2 #dungeons and daddies #dndaddies #scary marlowe #normal oak #link li wilson #taylor swift #taylor swift dndads #detention kids #bard.txt

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Hey! I was bored today, and decided to load up Hamilton and thought about your fics. I read them all, they're so good. Any chance you'll bless the fandom with another Hamliza fic? You do such a good job modernizing their relationship. Please consider writing something new, I'll take a paragraph, hell a sentence! lol. Anyway, love your blog and it's always great to see a post from you!

~Notes: holy fuck baby!!! This is so fucking beautiful and kind and so sweet and I can’t even begin to deal😭😭 You are such a sugarplum fairy and I love u to bits!! And the idea that you like my version of them is so crazy!! Ur an angel! And I’m screaming! I just love Eliza so much😭😭 I hope that you like this even slightly!!!!💜💜😌

A Reblog Is Worth A Galaxy!

Occasionally— when Alexander is a bit tipsy and a bit lonely and feeling lightly poetic— he thinks of the cobble stoned pieces that patch together the mosaic of his life. He remembers his mother’s faint laughter, and he pictures Eliza’s iridescent grin on the day of their wedding. He alternates reminiscing on the different nights at hospital after the birth of each of his children, how he’d count their tiny fingers and smaller toes while Eliza was slumped besides him— flushed and radiant and so, so miraculous. Though the latter half of that image wasn’t there eleven months ago, when she had given birth to baby Will three weeks after the editorial had been published— finally tipping the precarious state of his world to ruin with a brimstone sort of finality. Three weeks after the affair was made public and the light in her eyes that she had always glimmered with whenever gazing at Alexander, was scuffed away permanently, under the heel of his carelessness and his cruelty and his childish cravings to feel needed by someone— by absolutely anyone.

And as he rocks in the ornate, elm carved chair that his in-laws had bought for Philip’s nursery over sixteen years ago now— with his youngest son in arms— Alexander thinks that it’s right— that it only makes sense that in the handful of memories that are the cornerstones of his existence, Eliza is in the vast majority of them. Eliza with her quiet but strong resilience. Eliza with her breathtaking, but unassuming beauty. Eliza in how she’s always been the beacon of light— a personified essence of hope— in the center of the tempest that is his life. A quiet haven that he’s always depended on like nothing else.

Eliza has always been, and will always be the most vital part of it all, the lifeline that pumps breath to his lungs and blood to his heart and makes Alexander feel like he’s finally standing on solid ground. But he doesn’t get to say that out loud anymore, shouldn’t even think it in the privacy of his own mind. Not after the shattered look in her eyes had been embedded permanently, not after the separation had been officialize, and especially not now, while he’s trying to recall that old, French lullaby that Eliza had always crooned to their children before bed while she’s graciously pretending he’s not here.

It had been a stipulation in the agreement that they scrounged up over half a year ago now. Alexander has been relegated to the loft they keep in Murray Hill while Eliza and the children remain residing in the estate right outside the city limits— The Grange. But because she’s always been touched by an otherworldly kindness that Alexander has never witnessed in another soul, Eliza told him that mornings before school and dinners before bed are open for him to visit while she finishes the work she has for the non prophet she had helped build. “You don’t get to lose your kids just because it didn’t work out with us Alex— They’re your family and I won’t be the one to take them away from you, not ever.”

When she had said as much, quiet and precise and void of the warm inflections he would always lose himself inside of whenever she spoke— Alexander wanted to absolutely ball. He wanted to fall to his knees right then and beg her not to say that— not to toy with the idea that it was really and truly over between them. He wanted to tell her that he loves her, and he loves her and he’ll always love her no matter what.

But for perhaps the first time in his life, Alex had held his tongue and only thanked her for always being the best of the lot. He was afraid if he spoke his true thoughts out loud he’d make that torn, desperately pained look melt back into her features like those first few weeks after the Twitter trends and media frenzy and poisonous gossip spreading through the circle of blue bloods that Eliza had been the heiress of since birth, and where Alexander had fought tooth and nail to belong. But besides that, he thinks he was mostly terrified that she wouldn’t betray any emotion at all— That she’d stay still and frozen and detached— forever out of his reach all over again.

Alexander’s heart twists up in an ugly, painful sort of way at the memory of that tragic brunch between them, and he physically shakes his head— as if the pictures of that afternoon could just fall out his ears and disappear into the powder blue curtains like dust.

Gingerly, Alexander kisses Will’s downy hair, and sets him into the crib with a final inhale to get him through the night before coming back tomorrow morning. And while he pads through the hall, he quietly peers into the bedroom of each of his kids. Listens to the hushed snoring from Jamie and Johnny’s room, before he looked into how Angie has swathed herself with pink blankets in her own, finally glancing into Philip and AJ’s at the end of the hall, bracing himself for how his eldest inevitably tosses him a cursory glance from over his shoulder while he taps away on his new laptop. Philip’s stopped the sneers and the clipped replies after Eliza had scolded him for as much right after the pamphlet’s release, but the ice like overture between them hadn’t lessened, and no matter how much it breaks his heart that his pride and joy doesn’t ever look at him like Alexander is his hero— like he had when he was younger— he’s strangely proud. He’s proud that Philip is steadfast in his loyalty to his mother and has a moral code that Eliza had nurtured in each of them.

“You almost done with that civics paper?” He tries for broke, talking in a hush like he was afraid to spook him.

Philip’s jerky nod is all Alexander gets before he snaps his gaze back to the screen, and he takes it like a sacrament, gently shutting the door once again and shuffling downstairs to the main level of the house.

It feels like his heart lodges somewhere deep in his throat when he enters the living room only to be taunted with the sight of Eliza curled into the side of the sofa, nightgown loose on her shoulders, and dark hair piled into a messy topknot while she nibbles on the end of a pen that she’s most likely using to mark up the novel in her hands. It’s the same volume of Arthurian legends that she’s been paging through for the past few days, and he knows it’s something to do with a child at one of the group homes she visits on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, the one who is enthralled by the folklore of it all.

And it’s like an ache— a gnawing and crippling sort of yearning that he feels as he watches the image of her that he’s seen a hundred times before, wanting to thumb at the ink smattering her cheek and lips and chin. And if this was a year ago he would’ve done just that— Hell, he would’ve kissed them away with tender lips as he gathered her small form into his arms and he would’ve waxed poetic about her and her mind and her body all night long.

Or maybe not.

Maybe he would’ve simply teased her before dropping a kiss to her forehead and retreating to his study to finish the latest bill that the president wants on the house floor before the next congressional recess. Maybe Alexander never really deserved her and it took this— them split apart and tattered— for him to realize all the things he should’ve done. All the exaltations he should’ve whispered against her skin and all the caresses he should’ve massaged against her bones and all the ways he should’ve worshipped her all along. And when Eliza looks up— a strand of hair falling prettily over a large eye and the moonlight dancing atop her with a graceful sort of panache— he feels a sick sort of despair that maybe he’ll never get that chance again. Maybe she’ll leave it to Andre now.

The thought of John Andre makes Alexander’s insides pulse with a sort of anger he doesn’t think he’ has ever known, makes his fucking arteries clog with distain. But he hasn’t said anything about him to Eliza, even though he knows that ever since her ex-boyfriend has moved back into town, he’s been pursuing her non-stop, was regaled about the flowers and the letters and the diamond tennis bracelet by a peculiarly snide, but disappointed Angelica, and he knows that his sister-in-law, between her own children and her own job as the secretary of sate, has been silently rooting for Alexander to get his shit together, to prove himself worthy enough for a second chance with the sister she loves with all her heart. And he thinks that it’s almost funny that one of the most brilliant minds he’s ever known, isn’t perceptive enough to understand that Alexander had never been worthy enough for a chance with Eliza in the first place. So it’s fucking impossible now, with everything that has past and all the ghosts between them.

“Oh,” Eliza says once she finds him just standing their, gazing down at her like some sort of pathetic drifter trying to find respite from a prophet. “Will fell asleep then?”

“Erm, yeah. Yeah he was good.” Alexander replies, tries not to sputter. “Only one who’s up is Pip.”

“Not for long,” Eliza mutters mischievously, tapping a finger against her nose with an endearing sort of diffidence. “I switched the coffee out for decaf before dinner. I reckon he’s got another forty-five minutes in him.”

Alexander can’t help the choked out laughter that spills from his lips, and can’t help relishing in the helium like levity streaming through his extremities— the heady feeling that only Eliza’s ever been able to evoke. “You’re wicked.”

“I’m a concerned mother, and our son is a bit of a spaz if you hadn’t noticed?” She retorts mildly, single brow cocked as she returns to her novel. And no— God no, Alexander can’t refrain from delving back into the easy, life affirming bliss it has always felt when they talked with one another— whether it’s platitudes or past traumas or anything in-between. So like a man about to plunge into the churning ocean waves— ready for death or the best thrill of his life— Alexander eases besides her, three feet apart but close enough to smell Eliza’s favorite jasmine shampoo wafting in the space between them.

“You enjoying the legends then?”

Eliza flickers her bright eyes back to him, uneasy and guarded. And it hurts like nothing else when he remembers how he was once able to read her open face like a favorite book that had been highlighted and underlined to hell. “Uh-huh, it’s an interesting set of stories. I think I understand why Dante enjoys them so much.”

“OH?”

“Mhmm. There’s this one myth, about one of Arthur’s knights, Sir Gawain, who was promised to this old crone and when he kisses her she becomes a fair maiden.”

Alexander isn’t sure what is going on here, knows that this is the most Eliza’s spoken to him outside the children’s schedules for months, but he’s not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, so he nods along eagerly, silently pleading for her to continue on with the summary.

“Yes, well. After she transforms, she gives him a ultimatum of sorts. Tells him that either she can stay beautiful in the daylight while they’re apart, or only at night while they’re together.” She meets his gaze head on— steadiness boring into his uncertainty. And even though he still hasn’t a clue what’s happening, he feels it in his bones that this is so very important, so he doesn’t falter, breathes in deep and doesn’t let his glance stray to her lips or her collarbone or where her hands are clutching tightly to the volume now.

“And what did he choose?”

Eliza purses her lips, like she’s not sure to tell him anymore, but something in his expression must’ve convinced her, because she shrugs a slight shoulder while standing and slapping the book shut. “He doesn’t. Tells her it’s her choice and her’s alone.”

And oh.

It’s like a punch in the gut when Alexander finally comprehends.

“Good,” he says, voice gone a bit haggard. “He should just wait until she makes up her mind.”

Remarkably, that seems to have been the right thing to have said, because the ends of Eliza’s plump lips actually quirk up into an etherial grin that’s not so threadbare like all the ones he’s seen for far too long.

“Good night, Alexander.”

“Good night, Eliza,” he replies, feeling like sunlight is finally beginning to filter through the frost when her small hand dusts across his cheek for only a sparing moment. And while he watches her putter upstairs, Alexander knows with all his heart that he would wait for an eon just for Eliza to decide whether he’s worth letting back into her world.

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Would you be able to write a lil fic from Kev's POV of Yev's christening party? I just know Kev would find Mickey's "guess what we've been doing, daddy" monologue hilarious. And maybe Kev notices Ian and Mickey being super soft after and realizes they're actually really good for each other?

An incensed roar; a table tossed aside; the sound of glass smashing, and of fists against flesh. Kevin Ball takes a deep breath and closes his eyes and reaches for nirvana. Or for enlightment. Or whatever. He isn't really clear on that whole bit. But he's calm, he's cool, breathing slowly, this is all good, shit was the noise of someone's neck snapping, no, no, he didn't hear that, it's peace, love, all that crap, he's so relaxed –

Shit, this is hard.

Fortunately, someone must have called the police and the police must have been nearby because it's just minutes before the cops storm in to haul off both Terry and Mick. The amount of damage done to the bar is still pretty impressive, Kev sees when he finally opens his eyes with a sigh of relief, but that's okay; the Milkoviches are usually surprisingly good about actually paying for that stuff. It's one of the reasons Kev doesn't mind them hosting their parties here, in spite of said parties ending in brawls as often as they don't.

The other reason is that they'd probably burn the bar down if he tried to refuse them.

Kev looks up from the sad remaints of a chair to catch sight of Ian slipping out the door, after the cops and their captives. There's this look on his bloodied face, something fierce and determined and grimly triumphant, and Kev can't help but frown, suddenly a little uneasy.

Thing is, maybe he should have seen it earlier. He knows he's not the brightest tool in the shed; he's okay with that. He's got V to do the sharp thinking, and besides, Kevin Ball ain't stupid about people. He notices things, and looking back, there's been all these little hints, shit Mickey's said and done in the past few months, and there's that thing he heard from a grumpy Lip about Mickey staying over at the Gallagher house ever since Ian came home. And okay, maybe he'd found that a bit weird, but Kev's been little busy lately by small things like becoming a father, so maybe he hasn't had too much time to worry about where his business partner might be putting his head down, okay. A man can only have so many things on his mind at once. Three maybe. He thinks he's read that somewhere. Or V told him.

But yeah, maybe he should have seen it earlier, but he hadn't. Doesn't get it until he sees them having a clearly heated but quiet conversation over by the side of the bar just before Terry shows up; then something finally clicks. Not quite into a certainty, but into enough of one that he's compelled to slide Ian a shot when Mickey runs off to greet his dad, and isn't exactly shocked when Mickey turns the music off to make his declaration.

Good for you, Mickey, Kev has just enough time to think before Terry charges at his son like a deranged bull and all hell breaks loose. Not that Kev paid any attention to that, because he's a conscienctious objector now; he doesn't only not do violence, he doesn't even see violence.

Now that calm's been restored to the bar, everyone but the most persistent drunks has gone outside to watch the arrest unfold, so Kev follows suit. It's freezing cold, the way only Chicago in winter can be, but he doubts either Terry or Mickey can feel the chill; they're still straining to get at each other, struggling against the police holding them down, and screaming blue murder.

”Get out of my house, you pole-smoking queer!” Terry bellows, but whatever hold he once had over his son must have broken because Mickey doesn't even hesitate, and there's a wild sort of glee in his voice as he calls: ”Fuck you, don't worry about it! I've been staying at Ian's since you've been in the can, bitch! Guess what we've been doin', daddy! We've been fuckin'! And I take it! He gives it to me good and hard and I fuckin' like it.”

That's more than Kev ever wanted to know about Mickey's sex life, really, but he still can't help but grin as Mickey humps the car, giving emphasis to his words. ”Fuck you, I suck his dick and I fuckin' love it.”

Mickey's always been an expressive bastard, unafraid to speak his mind. Kev finds it both hilarious and worthy of respect, though upon reflection maybe there's a few things Mickey has actually been afraid to speak of, after all. Until now, at least.

Good for you, Mickey, he thinks, again.

The cops take Terry away; the guests filter back inside. The place is a mess and the object of the celebration has long since been whisked away by his mother but that's no reason to break up a party on the South Side, so Kev alternates wiping up blood with serving beer after beer after shot of cheap liquor. Everyone seems to be in high spirits; nothing like a good old-fashioned brawl to get the blood pumping on a cold winter's night, and the story of Mickey Milkovich coming out to the whole bar at his own son's baptism party is a good enough story to last a few retellings.

Ian and Mickey are nowhere to be seen, Kev notes, and again there's that sense of unexpected unease, of worry. He remembers Ian's face covered in blood, the hard look there transforming him from the earnest kid Kev's known since he was in elementary school and into someone he's not sure he knows at all. Ian's scrappy, like all the Gallaghers; bit of a punk at times, and way into that Army crap of course, but at heart he's always been gentle. Hardworking, and caring, and soft in the way none of his siblings were; a good kid, for all that he's gotten himself in a bit of trouble lately, though Kev's not entirely caught up on that.

And now Ian's gone and gotten himself involved with Mickey Milkovich, who is about as far from a good kid as it's possible to get.

That's not to say that Kev doesn't like Mickey. The guy's funny, he has some good ideas and great initiative; he makes things happen, like that whole rub-and-tug business (okay, so maybe there's been a few misunderstandings about how they're to split the money and whatever, but apart from that, Kev's got no complaints about having Mickey for a partner). He also pays for his beer and isn't a bad drunk, both things a bartender knows how to appreciate. So yeah, Kev likes Mickey just fine... but he's not sure he likes him just fine as Ian's boyfriend.

Truth is, while Kev's not scared of Mickey – c'mon – he's not not scared of him either. Sure Mickey's about half his size, but he's ruthless and kind of crazy and has access to fuck know how many guns (that he actually knows how to use, unlike Kev), not to mention a whole bunch of brothers and cousins and whatever he can call upon. He's a criminal, the real kind, and it's probably only a matter of time before he follows his father and his brothers into big boy jail. Kev doesn't judge – you do what you need to get by, and it's bad practise for a barkeep to look down at his patrons anyway – but he can't help but wonder what it'll mean for a kid like Ian to get caught up in all that hardcore Milkovich madness.

For one, he's not sure gentleness can survive it very long, and he'd hate to see Ian lose that kind heart of his; hate to see him freeze and harden. He'd hate to see him give up on his dreams too, though maybe it's too late for that already, 'cause of what happened with the Army and that helicopter...

It occurs to Kev that Ian ran away just after Mickey married Svetlana.

Oh, shit. This must have been going on for years. Gallaghers have always been attracted to trouble, Kev supposes. He tries to stay out of it, for the most part. Live and let live – and let V be the one to make the off-hand judgemental comments or give it to someone straight if need be. Sure, Kev's been there to throw some advice Lip's way when Lip's been particularly stubborn about something or someone, but there's no way he's getting involved in this. Word got back to Mickey that Kev had tried to meddle in his love life, no talk of peace and love and overflowing plates of cabbage would save him from a bullet to the head, and his kids are not gonna grow up without a father.

It'll probably be fine anyway. Not like he begrudges Mickey a bit of happiness, and Ian's a tough kid. He can take care of himself.

It'll be fine.

Kev keeps telling himself that as he starts shooing the last remaining guests out.

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He catches sight of them just a little later, when he's finally done getting the priest – half a bottle of vodka and two hookers in on his road to heaven on Earth – out the door, and is taking out the trash.

They're laughing. Through the blood and broken teeth, they're laughing. Ian winces with it, clearly in pain, and Kev considers heading over to ask if they're okay, if they need, well he's not sure, an ice pack or someone to walk them home or something.

He imagines Mickey reacting to that latter suggestion and reminds himself of his decision not to leave his daughters fatherless.

Ian and Mickey has stopped laughing, stopped talking, now (and if Kev had been an introspective kind of guy he might have paused to wonder at how easy it is to think of them like that, as one unit, as a couple, Ian and Mickey). Mickey's head is sagging slightly; Ian's looking at him with an intensity Kev can pretty much feel, even from twenty feet away and with Ian's back turned toward him. He knows he should go inside and leave them to whatever it is they've got going here, but he can't quite look away, his concern mingling with curiosity.

As he watches, Ian rises. He walks over to Mickey and slings an arm around his shoulder in half a hug, before softly running his fingers through the other boy's hair and bending down to press a brief kiss to the top of his head. There's nothing sexual about it; it's affection and comfort, offered easily.

Offered gently.

Mickey doesn't shy away from the touch. He leans into the hug; there's a faint smile on his lips as Ian pulls away, and it comes to Kev then that maybe it won't be Mickey's ruthlessness that tempers Ian's gentleness, but the other way around. Maybe Ian saw something underneath all that sneer and swagger that no one else could see, but was always there.

Maybe it really will be fine. Kev thinks maybe he believes it now.

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A/N: Thank you for the prompt, nonnie! <3

I'm very happy you clearly specified 'lil' because yes, this I can do! Tiny little things I can mostly make happen! Might take me a while, but still. :) It was very interesting and rather more challenging that I had expected to try to get into Kev's head during these moments (though it gave me an excuse to rewatch all of Kev and Mickey's scenes in season 4, which was a delight!). I hope it's somewhere in the vincinity of what you envisioned, even if it didn't really get into why Ian and Mickey would be really good for each other; I think that's a realization that comes to Kev bit by bit over the years. Would love to see some scenes with him and Mickey in season 11.

This ficlet incidentally got me thinking about how the people of the South Side would distinguish between 'regular' people who don't mind breaking the law when given the opportunity and 'real' criminals who makes a living by actively doing so. Seems like it'd be a fine line at times...

Oh, and I do know that tools in the shed tend to be sharp rather than bright, but think that Kev is the sort to mix up expressions (and I feel the need to point this out since I'm not confident enough in my English to trust that this kind of thing will come across as intentional :p).

#gallavich #kevin ball #4x11 #fic #prompts #my stuff

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casmybelovedass · 4 years

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The Destiel Folder: Season 7

[Season 4; Season 5; Season 6]

This season is mostly Dean being a depressed bi who can't cope with his crush's death.

This is, in my opinion, the season where Dean actually starts realizing he might for real think of Cas as something more.

Episode 1:

Cas is basically gone, both Bobby and Sam (almost) are ready to compel to whatever he says, but Dean still tries to get him to come back. "You can turn this around. Please!" (3:13) Denial

Dean has no idea how to deal with God!Castiel, but desperate to find him, and getting emotional "I don't even know what book to hit for this." "Then figure it out!" (5:47) Anger

As we have said many times already, angels don't have a sex, Castiel is not a man, and as he states, he is "utterly indifferent to sexual orientation" (8:03), and so is Chuck, God himself, who has admitted having had both girlfriends and boyfriends.

Dean turns off the news the moment he hears a woman describe Cas as "young and sexy", while doing that jaw clentch thing of his (10:14) ... huh... [and this doesn't really matter, but after this we immediately see Dean in a purple flannel. PURPLE! Go Bi!Dean]

"He's not a guy, he's a God [...] Cas is never coming back. He's lied to us, he's used us, he's cracked your gourd like it was nothing. No more talk. We've spent enough on him." (11:09) Dean trying to jump to the 5th stage of grief. Yeah, no baby that's not how it works

Dean tries so hard to convince himself that Cas's gone so he can kill him, but can't really. "Just kill him now!" and struggles hard to hold Castiel's glare. And as soon as Death offers a second option to killing him, Dean takes it. Bargening

"Dean, look, I know you think Cas is gone." "That's because he is." (31:22) Again with trying to jump to acceptance. Not doing great, Dean. In fact, "Yeah, you know how I'm gonna deal? I'm gonna stuff my pie hole, I'm gonna drink, and I'm gonna watch some asian cartoon porn. And act like the world's about to explode, because it is." (32:17) There it is. Depression.

[Remember this: Dean has no shame in watching porn in front of his brother. Wait a few seasons and see]

Just moments earlier, Dean was all "That's not Cas, Cas is dead" and shit, and now he goes "What? You need something else?" worried-husband-mode the moment Cas asks for help (34:50). Also#MARRIED (35:16)

Bobby: "Where's Sam? It's go time." Dean: *looks back at Cas worried* (37:12)

MUST HELP HUSBAND (38:06) look at Dean's eyes!!! They're like 'It's okay, it's okay. You've got this.' "I'm sorry, Dean." Cas chose these words to be his last, thinking he was going to die. LOOK AT DEAN (38:21) ICWAW this would MEAN SOMETHING ELSE

"CAS! [...] Is he breathing? ... Maybe angels don't need to breathe." says the one who was going around saying Cas was gone for good. "He's gone, Dean." "... damn it... *tears up* Cas, you child... Why didn't you listen to me." #MARRIED (39:15) Then he goes "CAS?!" as soon as he starts breathing again. ICWAW, we would SCREAM "LOVE" in this scene

"Imma find some way to redeem myself to you *looks at Dean straight in the eyes*" "*looks at Cas up and down*... Alright, well, one thing at the time, come on. Let's get you out of here." "I mean it, Dean." *eye love-making* "... Okay." (40:30) ICWAW, oooohhh, the meanings this scene would have...

Dean's face when the Leviathans tell him Cas is dead. Again. (41:18)

Episode 2:

Dean looking at the Leviathans occupying Cas' body. The HATE (1:44)

"... okay... so he's gone. *shakes while tearing up* [...] Dumb son of a bitch..." (5:14) Here we go again... I'm fine, shut up

Dean picks up, washes, folds and keeps Cas' coat (5:23) SWEET

"You just lost one of the best friends you've ever had." this hurts me. "... I'm fine, really." (12:11)

"You asked me how I was doing? Well, not good." (38:54)

Episode 5:

Dean progressively drinks more as his nightmares get worse and he misses Cas more and more. 3 times we see him drink, only in the first 12 minutes.

Sam can tell Dean feels like shit, and bet one of those reasons is Cas "Like it or not, the stuff you don't talk about, it doesn't just go away. It builds up." (39:33) Yeah, and not only problems or grief... even love

Episode 7:

Not a destiel moment, but Dean totally got hit on by the waiter. LOL (7:30)

And again. What is it with men in this town and Dean. "We're looking for a necklace." "Romantic. *looks at Dean*" (12:17). Is it an energy reading thing or something? Can they feel the bi energy?

"The Campbell brothers. [...] They weren't actually brothers. That was a cover for their, uhm... alternative life style." (22:40) Huh... I guess calling your lover "brother" runs in the family

"Ever since Cas... I'm having a hard time trusting anybody." (40:44) ouch

Episode 9:

Dean is drunk/high on Leviathan juice, and the first thing he thinks and blabbers about, is Cas (19:48) "I don't even care anymore." Oooohh ICWAW... the possibilities for this scene

Episode 12:

Dean totally checked out that man in uniform. FIGHT ME (16:27)

Episode 13:

"You're head's not in it, man. When Cas died, you were wobbly, but now-" "Now what!!" (39:35) as soon as Sam mentions Cas' death, Dean gets snappy

Episode 17:

Dean keeps getting snappy whenever Sam mentions Cas

"OH my God the love of my life is alive!" (13:02-13:06)

Dean's face when Daphne touches Cas (13:25), and when he calls her his wife (13:41)

AND HIS FUCKING FACE TRYING NOT TO TEAR UP BECAUSE CAS DOESN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING ABOUT HIM (14:16)

You mean to tell me that ICWAW this wouldn't be seen as a mini desperation moment from a man seeing his lover in this situation? Yeah, I don't think so

"What if you were some sort of... I don't know, bad guy." "I... I don't feel like a bad person." Dean's face is like "Damn right you aren't" (16:50)

"He betrayed you, this dude. He was your friend?" Dean looking at him... can't even answer the question (19:59)

Dean says Cas' betrayal is something he cant get over like everything else. And that he doesn't know why. "It doesn't matter why." "Of course it matters!" (20:25)

Dean gets visibly uneasy about Meg being so close to Cas (25:34) jealous boyfriend is jealous

Dean doesn't want Cas to remember, afraid he'll leave again (32:18)

"I've known you for years!" (32:34) poor baby. Also "You're an angel." "Uhm, I'm sorry? Is that a flirtation?" DEAN'S FACE (32:42)

Dean doesn't want Cas to be hurt by his own memories and past actions (33:00)

"You used to fight together. Bestest friends, actually." Yeah, look at that reaction. Let's see how he reacts to being called his boyfriend later on (33:09)

#MARRIED!!! I'll just leave this. No comment (33:41)

As Cas regains his memories, only 2 of the ones we see are not of Dean. And the only one we hear is the "I'm sorry, Dean." . That is what matters to Cas (and this looks like a slash video. Kudos to the editors) "I remember you... I remember everything." Yeah, no-homo save (34:35)

Not even an hour earlier, Dean was ranting about Cas betraying him, how he couldn't forget and forgive him, and now he is saying Cas did "the best you could at the time", but Cas actually feels guilt and doesn't want Dean to defend him, but Dean does anyway (36:53)

"We didn't part as friends, Dean." "*looks at Cas up and down*... So what?" "I deserved to die." the look on Dean's face (37:18)

Dean gives Cas his trench coat back. The trench coat he kept, folded and all the the truck, for weeks. And that's not even Baby. So he moved the coat, to always have it with him (37:26). I'm not crying, shut up

Also, here, have a deleted scene that breaks my heart

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Episode 20:

Let us all appreciate that one time Dean helped a lesbian flirt with a dude (24:27-25:03)

Episode 21:

Dean is devastated about Cas' mental state, that he did that to himself to save Sam. Look at his eyes in this scene (16:08). Also, Dean still resents Cas for the whole 'New God' crap, but it feels like the real reason is the fact that he left (19:18)

"Cas! Don't make me pull this car over!" "Are you angry? Why are you angry? *puppy eyes*" "... No I-I'm..." #MARRIED (27:28)

Cas says he won't fight anymore, but as soon as Dean's in trouble, he FLIPS

"The angels... they don't care... I think maybe they don't have the equipment to care." (31:49) Touchy much, Dean?, are you trying to convince yourself about that? It feels like he's making excuses to not let himself feel anything for Cas. "It seems like when they try, it just... breaks them apart." ... OK, fuck everything, ICWAW this would totally be seen as romantic angsty reference to Cas

Cas is so lost in his guilt for what he has caused. He looks like a baby, and it gets worse when it comes to Dean

"Why should we give you anything? After everything you have taken from us? The very touch of you curropts. When Castiel first laid a hand on you in Hell, he was lost!" (36:50) okay damn, ICWAW all of this would seem as if they were talking about a love relationship between the two and you can't tell me otherwise

'HURT HUSBAND-MUST PROTECT MODE' (37:17)

"The bone of a righteous mortal and the blood of a fallen angel" ... shut up, I'm dying over these clues (39:11)

"What are you gonna do, Cas?" Dean's eyes are begging him to stay. ICWAW, we would point that out without a shadow of a doubt (39:40)

Episode 23:

"Dude... on my car. He showed up naked... covered in bees!" ... come on, ICWAW this would be a HUGE deal (5:10)

"Go ask him. He was your boyfriend first." (8:51) LISTEN HERE. I study psychology, and one of the first things they teach you is that jokes are based on the truth. HOW MANY OF THESE JOKES WERE MADE?! HUH??!! (plus all the "Dick" jokes Sam made) Also Dean's reaction with the jaw clentch... just saying

Cas keeps stating he doesn't want to fight, but again, Dean's in trouble? FIGHT MODE

"*soft shoulder touch, puppy eyes, serves Dean a sandwich*" ... SOFT #MARRIED COUPLE (18:27)

"You got anything to say on the topic of dicks?" you'd like that, wouldn't you, Dean? (26:42)

Cas is afraid he will do something to cause Dean more trouble. Let's remember he chose what he believed were his last words to be "I'm sorry, Dean.", but as we know, Dean deals with feelings by showing anger... Cas gets upset and copes by playing twister... pathetic. "I can't help. [...] I destroyed everything and I will destroy everything again!" for a moment, Cas is lucid, and expresses his fear, but as soon as Dean gets angry with him, Cas gows back to hide in his world of crazy (26:47)

"I'm not good luck, Dean." "... You know what? [...] I'd rather have you. Cursed or not." Look at Cas' soft little smile as it grows. ICWAW, this would be read as another confession (32:38)

"I'll go with you." SOFT

SEE??! The MOMENT Dick threatens Dean, Cas goes full Angel of the Lord on his ass. MUST PROTECT HUSBAND (36:52) and the utter shock on Dean's face is priceless

And here comes PurGAYtory

[Season 8>>]

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tamiettitami · 3 years

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INSPIRED BY @alamborghini

In the last week, I have spent a majority of my time on Archive of Our Own reading Twyla and Alexis fics. In lieu of that, I thought I would create a recommendation post of my favorites, eight of them to be exact. I've wanted to do fic recommendations for awhile, and this seemed like the perfect place to start! Because the community is small, as I mentioned previously, there will be some author repetition, but they're all incredibly talented writers who I encourage you to support.

Check out Justine's list, too, it's linked at the very beginning! Theirs is a bit more extensive considering they've been here for longer and I've just recently dipped my toe in, however, this was a lot of fun for me to put together and I hope you enjoy nonetheless <3

All word counts, ratings, tags, and descriptions are taken directly from the stories themselves. Credit goes to the original creators for the information provided. Also, I've colored the titles according to the length of the fic. Here is the system I've devised to help you easily find stories within a certain a range of words without having to read too much while also helping to separate the titles a bit: PURPLE >2,000 words, BLUE 2,500-5,000 words, and PINK >5,000 words.

Posts marked with * are also in Podfic format. If it isn't underlined, the Podfic is apart of the work hyperlinked in the story's title.

tuck you in, turn on your favorite nightlight by @alamborghini and @anniemurphys

WORD COUNT: 843

RATED G for GENERAL AUDIENCES

TAGGED with Future Fic, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Children, Children's Stories, (that aren't always appropriate for children), alexis and twyla have just Seen Things ok, Alexis Rose travels for business and pleasure

DESCRIPTION: Twyla and Alexis' daughter adopts her mother's' stories in the interest of elementary school coolness.

I Offer You My Heart by @landofsonlali and @sunlightsymphony *

WORD COUNT: 10,347

RATED G for GENERAL AUDIENCES

TAGGED with Alternative Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Slow Burn, Tea Leaf reading, Flirting Via Coffee and Pastries, Pining, you know it's an AU because of the seasons, Baked Goods, Podfic, Podfic Length: 1-1.5 Hours, Let Alexis Rose Eat, Twyla Sands' Freckles

DESCRIPTION: Twyla is the owner of a coffee shop in Schitt's Creek and Alexis is a frequent customer, featuring pining, flirtation, and a whole lot of baked goods.

never saw you coming, never be the same by @alamborghini, @anniemurphys, and @landofsonlali *

This is a MUST READ series for any Twylexis fans. I started my journey through the Alexis Rose/Twyla Sands tag with these ficlets and I recommend beginning here as well.

WORD COUNT: 1,938

RATED T for TEEN & UP AUDIENCES

TAGGED with Pride, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Coming Out, Twyla Sands' Freckles, Supportive Siblings, Pansexual Alexis Rose, Cuddling & Snuggling

DESCRIPTION: Three different perspectives of Twyla Sands and Alexis Rose's first Pride spent together as a couple.

i didn't know that i was starving (til i tasted you) by @turningtimeinthetardis

WORD COUNT: 12,885

RATED M for MATURE

TAGGED with Character Study: Twyla Sands, Character Study: Alexis Rose, Episode: s04e12 Singles Week, Singles Week Rewrite, Ted is great, But Twy and Alexis are meant to be each other's soft girlfriends, Fluff & Smut, Pining

DESCRIPTION: Twyla knows her natural penchant for kindness can sometimes be a problem. She knows it can sometimes be used against her by people who are more willing to chase their desires than she is.

Normally, she's at least a little ok with being naturally passive, with allowing her desires, her wants, to skate past her, untouched.

Maybe it's because she's gotten accustomed to serving customers at Cafè Tropical and taking unwarranted abuse with a fake smile. Maybe it's because she had grow up faster than any eight or nine year old should. Maybe it's because, well, secretly she's a multi-millionaire and, materially, she doesn't want for much of anything. And she'd be hard pressed for saying she wants anyone in Schitt's Creek.

But once she gets to know Alexis Rose?

Yeah, Twyla wants her.

to be your harbor by @doublel27

WORD COUNT: 4,007

RATED E for EXPLICIT

TAGGED with Post-Canon, Sugar Mama Twyla Sands, Praise Kink, Sex Toys, Strap-Ons, Light BDSM, Light Dom/sub, Service Top Alexis Rose, Sweet/Hot, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

DESCRIPTION: Twyla uses some of her money on things that are special to her. Alexis is special to Twyla. Luckily, Twyla is precious to Alexis.

your body's poetry (speak to me) by @anniemurphys

WORD COUNT: 19,599

NOT RATED

TAGGED with Alternative Universe - Ballet, adventures at youth america grand prix, baby ballerinas in the corps de ballet, oh my god they were roommates, Twyla Sands' Freckles

DESCRIPTION: Ballet has been at the center of Alexis’ life since she was three years old, the first time she saw New York City Ballet perform The Nutcracker. She pulled on her mother’s sleeve, much to Moira’s displeasure, pointed at the stage, and said, “Me!” It was the very first time she felt like her mother saw her. That feeling was intoxicating enough that she couldn’t help but chase it.

She’s seen some of the world's most celebrated ballerinas perform. But she’s never seen anyone dance like this girl, whose name she doesn’t know. The stage lights turn her auburn hair burning red. Her pirouettes are perfectly landed; there’s no struggle at all in the way her leg lifts behind her in attitude to tap against the tambourine she holds above her head. As she flits across the stage, her tambourine extended toward the judges like an irresistible invitation, there is something real in her smile, something seductive in her eyes.

Alexis forgets to breathe.

searching for a sound we hadn't heard before by @hullomoon

WORD COUNT: 867

RATED T for TEEN & UP AUDIENCES

TAGGED with New York City, Kissing, Coda, of sorts, Episode: s06e13 Start Spreading the News

DESCRIPTION: Twyla visits Alexis in New York.

Ladies Night Inn by yeah_alright

WORD COUNT: 15,848

RATED T for TEEN & UP AUDIENCES

TAGGED with Canon Compliant, Alternative Ending to The Canidate (season 2 episode 7), ladies night, Spa Night, slumber party, Female Friendship, Friends to Lovers, really more like, acquaintances to friends to potentially lovers, if we're being accurate, Teen rating is for makeouts and a few refrences to very specific and crucial body parts, No Smut, No Sex, Fluff and Humor

DESCRIPTION: What if Twyla had accepted Alexis' invitation to a ladies night at the motel after her breakup with Mutt?

If you happen to indulge in any of these, let me know you're thoughts as I'd love to chat about them and make some new Twylexis friends. Happy reading! (SOURCE)

#alexis rose #twyla sands #twyla and alexis #alexis x twyla #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #fic recommendations #fic recs #*lolficrecs

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“ if you die it’ll be like my villain origin story so. don’t die. ” jane & wei

made two versions that got a little too long because i lack self control so

"If you die it'll be like my villain origin story. So don't die."

Wei draws in a sharp breath, and he almost winces at the pain that follows immediately after. He has woken up minutes ago, the realization that he's half naked almost sends him into a fight or flight state, but Jane's hand on his does the trick of calming him down. He smells like blood and fresh bandage, yet none of that matters because all he can think about is what she just said. The silence that falls around them feels suffocating somehow, and it's ironic because silence is something that Wei almost never gets. But what she said must have caused an impact, strong enough that the ghosts fall silent too. Wei could feel their gazes on him, and he knows they're well aware of the rapid thumps of his once still heart. He knows they have questions, probably mirroring his own but he holds his breath when he stares at her, eyes searching hers. For some sort of answer, that could maybe answer all his questions, silent his fears and doubts that fill his head and heart. Does she know what she just said? Does she have any idea what it does to him? Did she mean it? Would she really?

But he wouldn't let her. Deep down he knows he wouldn't, couldn't let that happen, despite the warm feeling spreading across his chest upon hearing those words. He knows what it's like, to be called a villain. The families of those scumbags that he mercilessly killed, would never hesitate to call him one. He has his reasons for doing what he does and sometimes Wei thinks he has to become one, because it's the only way he knows how to make peace. Having been labelled as the villain in many tragedies, Wei isn't sure how to react when someone—not just someone, but Jane—is willing to be the big bad guy. Because of him.

"Wow," he says at last, exhaling slowly. The ghosts are still quiet, and Wei suddenly finds himself desperately wishing the more nasty ones aren't nearby. "Good thing I don't die huh."

That was mostly to reassure her, and maybe himself too. He watches Jane's eyes drop to his stomach, decorated by various markings, the bandage slapped across it that is starting to get stained with blood again. Neither of them comment on it, and Wei wonders where the fuck his parabatai is because Sungjae has managed to cause enough harm that Wei ends up passed out for a little too long during their training session that once again turned too heated. No one else has ever managed to do enough damage to Wei. Not like this.

A dangerous little idea plants its root in the back of his mind, and he could sense the ghosts stirring and catching on but he speaks again quickly, a lopsided grin starting to spread across his pale face. "It's such a shame though, I just saved the world by not dying and thus, preventing you from being a villain but no one in the world would ever know how I just single-handedly saved all their asses." he glances at Jane, shifting to a more comfortable position and hoping he sounds just as relaxed.

"Even if you'd look pretty hot and badass as a villain, I'd rather you not become one." Wei continues, and he has to look away from her because he can't let himself entertain anymore the idea of what she said. Of course she could be joking--and he wishes she was--but just the mere idea of it pleases him, worries him just as much, more than he would ever admit. "It's not worth it."

an alternate version of wei saying that because why wouldn't he

"Are you alright?" Wei's eyebrows are knotted together, and he doesn't even know when or how but his hands are already touching Jane's face, her shoulders, and running along her arms before returning to her face again, eyes rapidly searching for any signs of injury. He is careful to avoid her neck, tugging her hair behind her ears and when his gaze lands on the red marks, now blossoming into purple blue bruises on her slender and pale neck, something ugly in him stirs again. So do the ghosts around him, and their bloodlust doesn't feel all that different to the rage in him.

One of them leans closer to whisper something in his ear. A sweet, tempting idea that would no doubt ease the anger, but this isn't about him. Part of him is both suspicious and glad that they even tagged along, because last he checked they were cozying up to Sungjae, which was the first of the many wrong things to happen. But now he'd rather the ghosts come back to him, because he knows how to handle them, most of the times. Wei doesn't need his parabatai losing control again and lay another finger on Jane, ever again.

A muscle in Wei's jaw ticks as he lets out a harsh breath, dropping his hands and putting some distance between him and the girl. "I know he's an asshole and we all know he probably deserves worse, but you shouldn't do that again." Wei says in a low voice, trying to keep the words from rushing out of him, "You could end up dead." Sungjae isn't the only one to blame here, and Jane isn't the only one bearing injuries. But Wei has decided his parabatai can suffer for some time longer.

Jane starts to argue, and he wants to tell her to stop talking because she shouldn't talk and strain her throat more, so he cuts her off instead. "If you die it'll be like my villain origin story. So don't die."

It's meant to be a joke, something to hopefully catch her by surprise and get her to stop talking, or maybe a few amused laughs out of her. Yet he surprises himself with how dead serious he sounds. Wei is used to being called a monster--even before he is one--when he stares into the eyes of dying men, his hands wet with their blood as life slowly seeps out of them. It isn't some glorious purpose or anything of the sort, but he does what he has to. He's always told himself it's to prevent more tragedies, like what happened to him. It's not until now that he stares into Jane's eyes that seem to always tell so many things that left unsaid and hidden because she has to, not until he sees the bruises blooming on her neck and remembers the look on Sungjae's face when dark shadows surrounded them, all sharp edges filled with promises of hurt and pain, that he realizes he would gladly bring forth more tragedies and make it his only purpose. If it meant he could keep her safe.

The lack of remorse on his part should concern him, but it doesn't and the ghost from earlier seems to have caught on, and it whispers something to Wei again, excitement and encouragement evident in its tone. He ignores it too this time, still eyeing her for a reaction before he clears his throat, extending a hand to her. "Come on. I know something that can help with the pain."

#these are so long omfg im cry #but the first one is basically based on the idea that sungjae could kill wei but neither of them knows it yet #and the second is just after sungjae tried to kill jane after she made him crash his car #if u're wondering what the ghosts are telling wei - it's just something alone the lines of 'kill him kill him don't u want to kill him'#and 'we will help u kill him kill him'#ye these are the evil ones klsjdfdsf #im so sorry sungjae #once again i cant tell if i like these but at least i finished writing skljdfs #i did not deliver the hurt that i thought i would :pensive:#ok that's enough rambling in the tags #p: wei #otp: alone together

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larryfic-recs · 7 years

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hey! can you rec some of your favorite pining fics that have multiple chapters? possibly one of them doesn't know they're gay? thanks so much!!💓

Hey babe! Sorry for getting back to you so late but I never have time cuz of uni. So you asked for some pining recs, however I actually don’t like to read them because they are just too painful for me. I still looked up some and found that there are tons! I’ll list a few, but I strongly suggest that you ask other rec blogs or just search up the tumblr tag # larry pining ! There are a lot to pick from

~Ami

Say You’ll Remember by whisperdlullaby (93k words)

au. louis and harry are best mates that are only half aware that they’re also soulmates. alternatively, louis goes to university and harry travels the world, and they always manage to find their way back to each other.

takes place over nine years, in which they love and hurt, make mistakes and learn, and above all, grow.

Dreaming of You by Velvetoscar (68k words)

The Begrudging Starbucks AU.

The world is winter and steamed milk and creamy espresso shots. The world is a never ending queue. The world is a Starbucks logo and a pink-cheeked smile from Niall and a bored scowl from Zayn and the world is Louis watching his best mate, Liam, fall in love with their newest customer, Harry. Who may or may not be in love with Louis. The world is cruel.

Untangle Me by suicxne (103k words)

Louis finds himself out of place in LA, unable to get at an itch that’s been bothering him for years. He supposes back in the early days, home hadn’t been a place. It’d been a person. He’d etched it permanently into his skin for fucks sake.It was always him and Harry. Stuck to each other like super glue. Pulled together by some magnetic force, existing in their own bubble. Everyone could see it, but that was half the problem, wasn’t it?

It’s not like Louis can pinpoint the exact moment in time when him and Harry fell out of sync. There wasn’t really one at all. It had been a gradual slip, like the tide wearing away at a sandstone cliff. Chipping the solid foundations until there was nothing left to stop the structure falling to the waves below. It’s not like he spends all of his time sitting around moping over a lost friendship, he’s good at distractions. But LA only seems to accentuate the distance between them. Two separate planets, not even in the same solar system.

Follow Your Heart by Jackstylinson (32k words)

“What do you mean exactly?” Harry asks. Louis’ heart is threatening to beat out of his chest. His stomach is sinking, and he’s holding his breath waiting for the words he knows are coming.

“We think it would be best to market you guys as a couple,” Simon tells them. The tone in his voice makes Louis think there’s no wiggle room to even try to argue about it.

Louis’ heart stops and his breath hitches. This cannot be happening. This has to be some sort of dream. Actually this has to be some sort of prank, really. He absentmindedly looks around the room for any evidence of hidden cameras or microphones to no avail.

“You’re kidding,” Louis says flatly. Louis is pretty sure a lot of the music industry these days likes to hide the fact that an artist isn’t straight, afraid that it might affect record sales and now he’s sitting in the middle of an executive label meeting being told he had to be in a relationship with his best friend–who’s a boy he’s been secretly in love with for most of his adolescence–in order to sell records? What kind of alternate universe level bullshit is he living in?

Runner on Third by kikikryslee (39k words)

As Harry stood there, the other man turned around, and he knew he was correct in who he thought it was.“Louis?” he asked, still not quite believing it.Louis blinked. “Harry? Wh– what are you doing here?”“I work here,” Harry said. “What are you doing here?”“Um, I’m picking up my brother. The nurse called and said he was sick.”Harry felt like he was going to be sick. “Wait, Ernest is your brother? Since when do you have a brother?”“Since about seven years ago, I guess. Wait, how do you know Ernest?”“I’m his teacher.”“You’re his what?” Louis exclaimed.Harry gulped. This was going to be a long year.—Or, the AU where Louis and Harry were best friends growing up, but lost touch after Harry moved away. Ten years later, Harry has moved back to town, but he and Louis don’t pick up where they left off.

these bountiful silences by tommoandbambi (123k words) I read this fic and its just beautiful

hey live in a world where they can only say four words per day. harry meets some people that don’t want to live that way.

Pining List Rec by Softhie

Pining List Rec by teamsololouis

#larry pining #larry fic rec #larry

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