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heretyc · 5 months

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Horror [Trager, Eddie Gluskin, Val]

Horror: A collection of small fics, consisting of Outlast's most iconic antagonists [in my opinion].

The poll I started isn't over, but "canonically" is winning and I love it. Dark shit here we come lol. I will be writing for my beloved Terror-iffic Trio [aka my favourite antagonists from each game]. A party with these 3 would be lit.

Drabble ideas here.

Content Warnings: Uhhh...Outlast Antagonists lol. That is your warning.

Trager: Gore, awful jokes, his bare ass.

Eddie: Gore, murder, injury, mentions of his...lovely little display, sexual assault [minor, just a slight touch, no penetration]. [Please lord don't let him teach an art class.]

Val: Sexual assault [slight penetration w/ fingers], gore, murder, mud, Val's bare ass, mud breasts and mudgina.

I mean it, this is pretty heavy shit. It isn't too graphic, but if SA triggers you...either look away or read with caution. Trager's section is safe. Unless you're afraid of his ass...cause me too, man.

MINORS GTFO. Miners can stay as long as they're not minor miners.

Read with caution, I condone none of this. Fics underneath the cut.

You/MC take the place of the protagonist. So...you are Miles/Waylon/Blake. Yayyyyy....? Or nay? Depends on how you feel. MC is gender neutral, but is referred to with fem pronouns in Eddie's section for obvious reasons. You do not talk in Trager or Eddie's sections as Miles and Waylon were "mute". You speak in Val's section, though. You are described as having breasts in Val's section as both sexes/all genders have breasts. Tiddies for everybody!!

Enjoy.

Drabble idea: "See, this place isn't haunted!"

Sometimes, a saving grace can be your one way ticket to hell. And this had been an excellent example of that. The angelic voice over the dumbwaiter was a dream come true; after running and hiding for so long, it was like you were granted a break.

Only for your face to fall as the scarred face of a man greeted you. The air around him reeked of danger.

This was not the haven you were lead to believe was waiting for you.

"You made the right choice here, buddy," he declared before punching you in the jaw, a pained yell leaving your throat, and he was quick to take advantage of your shocked state to haul you into a wheelchair.

He must have done this a dozen times, as he was quick to lock your wrists into the cuffs attached to the chair. They were tight, and he merely chuckled at seeing your attempts of getting out of them.

He looked fucked up.

He stood in front of you, hands behind his back, and his eyes were scanning you like a wolf scans its prey before it mauls it to bits, "You're not a variant...huh. Well, buddy...you can call me...Trager. Everyone else does, anyway."

As Trager made noises looking you up and down, you looked at his face. Coated by some half-assed attempt at a mask and some strange glasses upon his face, you come to the conclusion that he was some doctor here.

He clicks his tongue and smacks you on the back, "You've got a lot of things to learn here, buddy. I am honoured to be your teacher."

Teach you about what, exactly? You didn't want to know. But he started to push you forward, and you only questioned where your hell would be.

This place was already hell, but...at the hands of some crazed madman, it was different.

Trager hummed to himself, making jokes here and there, and he once grumbled when you didn't laugh at a stupid impression, before he finally made it to an elevator. It was...somewhat cleaner up here, for some reason.

However...

You could feel a breeze upon your skin, and upon hearing the howl of wind and torrential rain, you saw an exit. Pitch black and windy, yet so much more welcoming than in here. You questioned if there would be a tornado warning or something by how violent the wind seemed to be.

The rain out there was intense, torrential, heavy and oh so divine, and Trager only chuckled.

"You want to take a quick walk, bud?" He leaned down next to you, eyes looking into yours like he was an old friend, despite also looking feral. "Run free, like Forrest Gump? Unfortunately, we're running out of time." He clicked his tongue once more, pulling you into the elevator.

This was a cruel joke. Even the Elvis impression - awful impression, mind you - wasn't as bad as this.

Standing beside you, Trager pressed a simple button on the control pad before clasping his hands together behind his back. After a moment of movement, he looked back toward you, his voice a tone that suggested jest, "Did you know they call elevators a "shaft" in other places of the world?" He chuckled, shaking his head slightly.

Looking at him, you realized his skin looked...awful. Like he was a draugr from that video game you used to play.

His scalp was scarred, and after spending an hour in this place, you realize you're lucky your scalp was untouched.

Wires upon wires were wrapped along his arm, and upon closer inspection, you were horrified to notice that they weren't wires, they were tubes.

Of his own blood.

How did he not feel that?

A man like him probably enjoys that, to be honest.

His nails were quite long as well, albeit you couldn't blame him...hygiene in a place like this was laughable. He probably had to exert his inner wildcat to defend himself in this shit hole.

You nearly sobbed when the elevator came to its destination, and he took hold of the handles once more.

It smelled of death and lost hope up here.

Choruses of screams reached your ears and you flinched. He seemed to notice, as he violently shushed the poor bastards trying to break free of their confines, "Sh. Shshshsh...you weren't putting your tongue to good use anyway!"

Tongue...??

The man shrieking had a bloodied mouth, and he soon quieted after choking on, what you assume to be, his own blood. Trager only sighed, muttering to himself, "Really, I just needed something to lick my stamps."

This...was a cruel joke. Taking someone's tongue for stamps?? You were deep in thought, only for Trager to notice and grin evilly, "You should see what I do with the balls."

...Dear god.

"Yeah, this weird...cannibalistic guy downstairs begs for them...the guy knows what he wants, I gotta give him that. He reminds me of somebody...eh, buddy?"

He poked you in the shoulder as he pushed, and it appears he was referring to you.

"I saw your camcorder. You're some sort of journalist, here to...what, expose one of the biggest experiments in history?" He laughed at the notion, shaking his head. "I admire the bravery, really. Braving through disturbed masses...I have to admit, I'm impressed."

You only gulped.

"People love to say this place is...haunted." Trager noted, pushing you into a bathroom of some sort. Bloodied, smelled of decay and looked like a paradise for bugs and bacteria.

What had scared you the most was the array of torture devices he had laid out on a tray. This man was deranged, one way or another.

He continued his one-sided conversation, focusing on the aforementioned tray as he walked over to it, "I mean, who wouldn't? People love to paint asylums as haunted. They hear a ghastly noise or a terrified scream and immediately tell the papers that a house of human suffering is haunted."

Trager's hand hovered over each instrument of torture, trying to pick which one, but he hadn't stopped talking.

"And I am more than sure that's your entire...reason for coming here. Trying to prove it was haunted. But guess what, buddy?"

He finally picked up a blade, long and serrated, and he pressed it against a finger of yours, the edges sharp against your thin flesh. He leaned in close, his dry lips forming into a smile, "This place isn't haunted."

He moved away, the blade removed from your finger, and you breathed a sigh of relief as he placed it back down onto the tray.

"No, no. It's worse."

He finally picks up a gigantic pair of scissors, much like something you'd see picking away at a shrub, and he was more than eager to shut them and open them, metallic hisses invading your senses, much like the feeling of doom.

You will die here.

"This place is an example of human cruelty, my friend," he announced, voice loud and cheerful as if he wasn't about to maim you, and he placed the blades around some of your fingers. He cared not for your horrified shrieks and begs, he only leaned in once more and whispered,

"And you will be nothing but an example of what happened here."

Slice.

...

"Oh, come on, buddy...it's not like you needed your middle finger anyway. Now open up...I have some stamps to lick."

Drabble idea: "Oh my god, are you okay?!"

"Darling, please! You act as if I've done something rancid! What have I done to you to make you so afraid of me?!"

The bloodied behemoth on your tail was quick and hurried as he chased after you, his feet slamming against the rotting floorboards. You almost couldn't hear the music that played alongside the horrific display he handmade. The smell was awful, but the sight of it was enough to make you vomit.

You would not be the victim to the Groom. Not now. Not ever.

You would not have your pelvis slit, or your chest stuffed like you were a sex doll [ironically, that's all you would be to him], and you would not let him confess his undying love for you. It was fake and corrupt like this entire asylum.

Despite the smell of mildew and death, adrenaline filled your blood and you could tolerate the disgusting scents as you breathed in, your legs not yet faltering.

You've heard what he's done. The man who so giddily chased you rambled about it as you snuck around, and you were not pleased.

This was the only way out. Sometimes you have to take risks...right?

This wasn't worth it, though.

And sometimes, luck runs out. Like right now, as you are stuck in a dead end.

There was only an elevator. And it was not on your current floor.

Shit.

You could jump and risk a broken leg...or...

The emergency ladder. Broken and rusted, but it's tetanus over death.

You could explain all of this to the news with lockjaw.

"Wait, what are you doing?! Don't, don't-!"

You had leaped, gripping onto the ladder as your bottom half slammed against it. With a hiss you tried to pull yourself up, only for the ladder to break underneath you.

The top had snapped, and you tried to grab onto what remained on the wall, only to fall, your heart stopping.

Of all things to die from, it was a rusted ladder.

Oh well.

As your body slammed onto the top of the elevator, a sharp pang began to blossom from your ankle, and you look to see shards of glass sticking out of your flesh. Now coated in blood, you cried out and ripped the shards out, piece by piece. Blood pooled around your foot as you cradled it.

"Oh my god, are you okay?!"

The behemoth above looked down at you with a horrified expression, his hands out and wanting to hold you.

"I hate to see you suffering without me! Why would you do something like that to yourself?!"

His voice was full of panic and concern, and for a moment it seemed wholesome, until the panicked silence became one of anger. There was...tension.

"You would...rather die...than be with me...?"

His tone had shifted so quickly. He was unpredictable, and that's what had made him so...scary. In general, he had looked like he crawled from a 1940s horror series. Sweeney Todd had come to mind, actually...

"You're just another whore, aren't you?" He growled out, only to sigh, like this was a normal occurrence. "It's quite alright, darling. A good man can turn a whore into a house wife...and I have faith in us. Let me just..."

The elevator roared to life, and you panicked even more, now. Your poor heart would likely kill you before he had the chance to. But as you rose, he merely hummed to himself, waiting for the elevator to rise to his floor.

You had no chance at moving or escaping, as when you reached the proper floor, he was quick to grab you before you became sandwiched between the top of the elevator and the ceiling.

He dwarfed you. Instantly. He carried you bridal style, an eerie smile on his face, "Come, now. I must make sure you look perfect for our wedding."

You had no chance, now.

He clicked his tongue, footsteps hard against the rotting boards, and his voice was quieter as he spoke, "And I need to wrap up your foot...you are a silly one, darling."

It didn't feel silly. It felt like your ankle and foot were on fire, stinging like mad.

You had accepted your death already, but if there was also one thing you could accept, it's that he wasn't actually half bad.

Minus the...anger fits and the "whore" bit, he would have been wonderful. Looking up at him, you see a man soiled by corruption.

His eyes would have been a beautiful, shiny blue if not for the pools of hemorrhage. They had looked...empty. Dead. But whenever he looked at you, they shone like his soul had been revived.

Is this what he had wanted? Love?

Everyone in this hell hole had been deprived of it.

It was sad. Really fucking sad.

But you had read about what Eddie had done, and seen it too. And he was past the point of no return. He had done too much to be redeemed.

Dread made itself a home in your stomach as you were laid upon something cold and wet, and you were strapped in. Arms and legs spread, and your clothes were ripped off.

You were now nude, and being touched by the Groom himself.

His hands were gentle as he caressed a calf, "You have such soft skin...you will look absolutely beautiful," he cooed, hand gliding itself upwards toward your knee, then your thigh, and then...

You only flinched when you felt his hand begin to caress your genitals, as gentle as could be, as if he wasn't violating you. T'was the touch of a lover.

But he was no lover, no.

His fingertips merely grazed along your private flesh, rubbing it as if he had wanted to stimulate you, and you wanted to scream.

Eddie sighed dreamily, like he was a married man and his life would be filled with nothing but happiness, and he, luckily, let his hand glide up to your navel. "You look divine already, but when I'm finished with you? Oh, darling..."

He removed his hand, thankfully, but he was quick to turn on the saw, and all you could feel was cold air from its rapid movements and doom.

He gripped the sides of the table you were on, and he was smiling like this wasn't totally fucked up, "I know this will be hard..."

You felt the table move, slowly but surely, and you began to wriggle, but he continued, "You will have to deal with this...and then the conception, which I promise, will be wonderful," he winked as the saw came closer, "Then the pregnancy...and oh, I can just imagine the birthing. You will look so beautiful, darling...like a goddess. Mothers are goddesses in their own right."

And all you could feel was the sting of the saw, and your soul fading from your body.

...

"You're just like the rest. Filthy whore."

You're lucky you weren't alive to see your mangled body, tossed with the rest.

Ready to rot.

Drabble idea: "I want to go home..."

Val, in a sense, had been an angel to you.

They did not have a halo, made of purity and gold, or have pristine, white wings to wrap you and hold you close, no. They did not bear robes of white or play a golden harp or sing a divine chorus.

But they had wanted you all to themselves. And they would not let Knoth's guard dog, or his sickly bastards he called "friends", ruin you before they had a chance to.

Because unlike Knoth, or Marta, or Laird or Nick or whoever the fuck, Val would put you back together.

They are a loving mother, dedicated to spreading love.

It had been painted in blood on your way to the mines, 'LOVE SET US FREE'. Bottles encasing candles, bodies strewn up like Christmas decorations...

What were they trying to do, exactly? Make their cause look homey? Elegant? Acceptable?

You had felt oddly welcomed. Every single enemy in your way was slain, journals and notes left in your path to urge you to come to them.

"Come to me," the red ink beckoned you on the dirtied paper, "and I will show you my love."

They had been so kind as to leave batteries and bandages. Before you had taken the small, makeshift raft, a final note had been placed in one of the small shacks, the bed made and smelling of firewood,

"I am waiting for you."

You did not want this. But you needed to find a way out.

The mines were not welcoming. You were not alone. And you had been chased into the underground, where you are now; held down by Heretics as they muttered, "mother, burn..."

Like the fallen angel ready to relieve the sinners of their pain, their martyrdom, Val had approached, coated in mud and looking like the demon of the mountains.

In their hand was a torch, raging with fire, and it made their white eyes so much more intense.

They had hummed eagerly, the hum evolving into a laugh as the torch was placed down and the Heretics were shooed away. You were too afraid to move or notice their cold, dirtied hands leaving your flesh.

Their eyes were wide, pupils tiny, and they smiled as they strutted to you, "We are creatures of appetite..."

They moaned, feeling up their body and their fake breasts, like they were a porn star and giving you a show.

"I want to feel your hunger," their voice became quiet, something only you could hear, and they leaned close, your eyes staring frantically into theirs, searching for any fragment of humanity.

There was none. And you felt saddened, knowing that the Val in those journals was not this Val.

This was something different.

"I want to know your desires...and show you what true pleasure feels like," they rasped, pushing you down and straddling your hips, grinding against your clothed stomach. Your fear had aroused them.

"I want to go home..." you whispered, tears rushing from your eyes, and they only laughed, leaning close to your face and whispering, "This is your home, my love," a muddy hand came up to caress your cheek and wipe the tears away, "and I...will be doting."

You had no chance to respond or even acknowledge the powder blown into your senses, or the tongue forcing your mouth open, and immediately, they sought dominance over your own muscle, wrestling with it. It had ventured to each nook and cranny of your mouth, like they wanted to taste everything about you, and they eventually pulled away with a moan, saliva connecting you two.

They licked their lips, humming in delight as their hands rushed to push up your shirt and reveal your chest. "Your body...is delightful," they breathed out, squeezing your breasts and rubbing your nipples with precision.

That powder did something to you. You had hated the feeling of their hands, but now you were overheating; desperate and quiet moans leaving your throat and making the cultist above you grin.

"I don't..." You couldn't even finish your sentence, as they pinched a nipple and made you shriek. It made them chuckle, and their hands moved south, ripping your zipper and breaking it. They got off for a second to completely rip your pants and undergarments off, and their naked thighs wrapped around your bare hips.

"Did you enjoy my gifts?" They questioned, hands now massaging your thighs, "You needed those batteries so badly...to document the lies of Sullivan, didn't you?" They purred, their hands tight and knowing just where to touch to get you to cry out in pleasure.

"That's why you came here. Fell from the sky, wrapped in flame..." they bit their lip, feeling aroused at the notion, "To record his bullshit."

You had even forgot about your camera, and you questioned where it was, until Val snorted, "It's gone, my love," their hands moved upwards to your genitals, "taken away...by my children. You won't need it anymore."

There was no pain when you felt their finger enter you. It was more pleasurable than anything you had ever felt, and it made you moan the loudest, and Val had revelled in this.

With precision their fingers located your pleasure spot, and sped up.

Your pleasure was their pleasure.

"God doesn't love you...not like I do."

And in time...you would know it to be true.

#outlast #outlast 2 #outlast 2 val #eddie gluskin #outlast eddie gluskin #outlast fanfiction #eddie gluskin x reader #outlast x reader #richard trager #trager #val #outlast val #val x reader #this was a doozy lmfao #enjoy!!!#richard trager x reader #trager x reader

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birchbow · 1 year

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I don’t know if this was previously asked but how would the troll language sound like to the human ear? I was also wondering if there are different dialects depending on the caste.

In most of my fics I don't really go into it, so everybody's speaking Space English lmao. But in the fics where Alternian as a language is actually a point of note, I like a very insectile vibe. I kind of like the idea that it's difficult and uncomfortable for humans and trolls to learn to make the noises for each other's languages--trolls do a lot of work with parts of their throat/chest/thorax that humans don't actually have, and are bewildered by how much jaw, tongue, and breath human languages require. Humans aren't physically able to make some of the noises trolls use for language, because they don't have the parts, and learning to make imitations of the various clicks, rattles, chirrs and trills is quite a learning curve.

RE: dialects, I could probably ramble for 1000+ words about,,, actually let me bullet point some thoughts because this paragraph is massively rambling.

my god though, the conflicting linguistic possibilities of a race that's apparently pretty aggressively homogenized overall, but also has incredibly disparate lifespans between very clear castes

do seadwellers speak an older version of Alternian? did shorter lifespans and rapid generational turnover among warmer-blooded trolls lead to "low class" vs "blueblooded vernacular", ie "load gaper" vs "toilet"?

Does the social pressure to stay on top of all the castes below you lead to more heavy enforcement of that divide??

ALSO the concept of like, the vocal posture of USING a "highblood" word being considered a dominant posture or power move--either just because of the associations of it, not using the most respectful language, making it clear "i'm a lowblood, a lower blood than you, I respect that", or for practical reasons! Saying this simpler (more archaic??) highblood word shows your fangs, the longer lowblood terminology developed partially to avoid that sign of disrespect! AHH

And also how much regional dialect DOES one want to write on Alternia?

I think I've written once or twice that Gamzee's got a "seaside accent", because I was thinking that rather than a certain section of land further on-shore, lots of purplebloods might gather spread out along the coast, as the caste right on the border of land- and seadweller. divides along location, but also along bloodcaste and color...

Does Alternia have countries? Does one assume those countries or continents have their own language and culture, when the population apparently only lives there for some short period of years/sweeps before being shipped off into space?

On Beforus we have evidence that other languages are a thing, but Alternia has apparently done away with all sorts of things in the name of the empire--conflicting languages seems like a liability in the march of conquest, so it seems reasonable to me that the language would all be the same--and how does it effect localized dialects and accents, if grubs are all hatched in the same place and then shipped out to different cities, continents, etc?

Or out to different planets/ships! Apparently the empire is ludicrously huge--do settlements on ships far from Alternia develop their own linguistic drift??

Or only if they're colder-blooded trolls, maybe, since trolls as we get them in canon can't reproduce amongst themselves and have to send back to the home planet to create a new generation--so therefore warmer bloods who die or get culled more quickly don't have much chance to develop and pass on new culture before a fresh wave of younger trolls from Alternia come in the follow them?

Does the new generation that's shipped out have its own weird culture drift in a DIFFERENT direction, as Alternian youth culture goes one way and a ship full of adult trolls far from their central civilization goes another?

The concept of a version of PoF where I went in with this as a focus is fascinating to me--Meenah whose mode of speech is written exactly the same but when younger trolls hear it they note that she sounds to them like she's speaking some ancient like, vintage dialect, ala someone who talks like a fancy victorian vampire. Kurloz is hard for the baby clowns to understand sometimes because he's speaking Old Clown and the slang and terminology has shifted over the hundreds and hundreds of sweeps he's been alive. a mix and match of his own speech and hundreds of sweeps of evolution along the way. Young trolls sometimes use terms/slang/dialect that even the generation shipped out before them don't recognize.

Relatedly though it feels like it would shake out to some degree ala various German dialects versus Hochdeutsch, but cranked up to a million--one Technically Textbook Correct version that a person could speak and be understood, maybe that you'd learn in schoolfeeding and that hasn't changed since basically forever, and then whatever billion personal little spins

just, holy shit, the subtle indicators you could get on someone's color, age, location, the amount of time they've spent with their elders off-planet, how old those elders have gotten, the linguistic habits they have--and the linguistic habits they enforce, what's considered polite, how rigid those rules are

I need to go to bed but holy shit man, there are so many axes you could fuck around on, I'm so damn feral thinking about this shit. it makes me into a wild raccoon. I am turning the concept of alien culture over in my pink little hands and splashing it in the water so I can consume it for power

#ask time!#Homestuck #I will never not be absolutely wild about the concept of societal and linguistic worldbuilding #I don't have answers for any of the questions I raised I just want to yell!!! I am just straight up yelling!!!!#ahhhhhhh!!

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my-mt-heart · 8 months

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Look I'm not a caryler but I watch the show since the beginning and I'm seeing the constant discussion here about Melissa and the spin-off and I'm just giving my unrequested two cents, I think you guys are expecting two much from a dead franchise, we all know the only spin off that will make some noise is the Rick and Michonne one and only because people are curious to know what happened to them, AMC needs to capture a new audience, TWD it's their biggest product right now and they don't want to just please segregated fandoms.

Melissa is a great actress that's for sure, no one will question that but her and Carol were never the face of the franchise like Rick, Daryl and Michonne, so it's easy for them to push her aside and make a Daryl centric show, they see how Daryl was always the most popular one and don't twice to make that happened because Daryl is AMC property, they don't have to pay Robert Kirkman and co to use him.

My opinion on her being back it's because she signed a contract and needs to fulfill that, I don't see nothing changing in terms of her and Daryl relationship, it would make sense to make them canon in the mothership show but I don't see them bothering to pull the trigger in the spin off.

To me they will remain best friends and Daryl will stay single with the constant ship baiting.

Sorry if that's too long or if you find disrespectful.

There's a lot to unpack here. Bear with me.

You're confusing "most popular" with most marketed. Just because Melissa doesn't do as much promotion, which is something she gets a say in I should add, does not mean people find her less appealing or less remarkable. Melissa is the 2nd most lauded actor on the show right after Andy. She was the most respected actor on set along with Andy, and everybody wanted to work with her.

“One of those actors that just makes you better because she has no pretence.”—Josh Hamilton

"I love working with Melissa McBride. She's a remarkable actress. You look at her, then you look at the screen and you go – how is this alchemy happening?" —Andrew Lincoln

“One of the strongest actresses I’ve ever worked with…I got lucky because she makes you look so good when you work with her.”—Norman Reedus

She was not kicked out of her own spinoff to adjust to the market. She was kicked out because no one bothered to do any market research at all. If they had, they would've anticipated the insane amount of backlash they got last year. Expecting the majority of fans to welcome a solo Daryl show with open arms says far more about the people calling the shots than it does about Melissa or Carol. It says they're incompetent, biased, and misogynistic. It says they fucked up big time, and if you pay any attention to how they're marketing the spinoff now compared to last year, you might realize there's a huge focus on Melissa and Carol. Granted, they keep fumbling big time and if they don't get themselves organized right fucking now they're going to ruin everything again, but they wouldn't be dangling Carol like a carrot if they didn't think she was going to be an essential part of the show's success. They wouldn't have brought her back at all.

You say she's in S2 to fulfill her old contract, but that's wrong. She signed a new deal that would cover seasons 2-3. I don't know what's in it, I don't trust AMC not to find new and unusual ways to screw over their female talent, but I am 100% sure it was her choice to come back and she had plenty of power to get things she wanted. The excuses "fans" come up with for her being in her rightful place again are ridiculous and very telling.

You say she's less popular, yet you, other Richonne fans, Bethyl fans, and everyone under the sun spend time visiting a Caryl/Carol/Melissa centric blog. Why? If I can manage not to waltz into the Richonne/Michonne tags to try to invalidate their fans' opinions and feelings, why can't those who strongly suggest they aren't fans of Caryl/Carol offer me the same courtesy? Because popularity isn't pure love. It includes those who "love to hate" also.

You are absolutely right that TOWL will get the most buzz compared to Dead City S1 and Le Spinoff S1 and that's because it promises everything Rick/Michonne/Richonne fans have been waiting a really long time for. I have major doubts that Gimple can do right by anyone everyone, but I still hope fans get what they want. The one thing I can't stand about TWD fandom is the insistence on pitting female characters and actresses against each other, which I suspect is the real intention behind this ask. But Carol and Michonne are friends. Melissa and Danai are friends. There is absolutely no reason we all can't support a black woman leading her own show and a woman over 50 leading her own show at the same time.

I agree the best time to make Caryl canon would've been in the flagship show and that Caryl will always be best friends. But that doesn't mean best friends can't also be romantic partners, or that the spinoff can't right the wrongs that were made in S11 for unprofessional reasons, not creative ones.

AMC will not "capture a new audience" with a knock-off version of TLOU or from borrowing American exceptionalism and white male savior tropes from 80's movies. TWDU accounts for too much of AMC's revenue for it to go anywhere right now like you said, so they need to be mindful of their built-in audience. They chose to create different spinoffs for different characters, which means they have to niche down to audiences who are invested in each character's story. Believe it or not, Caryl's fanbase is huge and definitely worth hanging onto, but in order to do that, the show has to meet their needs. Treating Melissa as if she's less than, refusing to make Caryl canon for, again, unprofessional reasons, and shipbaiting relentlessly will just drive them away. So respectfully, I disagree that we're expecting too much (you don't work for the AMPTP, do you?)

I'm sharing this poll as a reminder to never underestimate Caryl's value (I have no interest in starting a ship war).

#caryl #caryl spinoff #carol peletier #melissa mcbride #darylneedscarol

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revoleotion · 4 months

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Secret Santa: dishes

@mahi-does-some-art

Puff!! Remember when you said you my secret santa match was very lucky? Yeah. I had to step away from my PC to laugh for a bit.

This year I ventured out into the world of writing scripts/audio drama-esque texts, and it was a lot of fun to do this with this gang. Imagine this to be a vaguely canon divergence AU where Kuro and Sloth are both a part of one another but also Sloth is the weird twin.

I hope you enjoy!! Merry Christmas (Eve)!

The date: Christmas Eve

The cast: Mahiru, Sakuya, Kuro, Sloth

The problem at hand: dishes

[interior: the Shirota residence. The small apartment is decorated with what its inhabitant perceived to be christmas-themed; there's a little more than a healthy amount of red, gold and green.]

[An old radio by the living room door is playing what seems to be a loop of Christmas songs. It has almost reached a number of repetitions that would instill bloodlust even within the calmest person on earth. Unfortunately, neither of the beings inside this room have a lot of self-control.]

[SAKUYA and KURO are sitting on the floor, next to a small Christmas tree with presents piled up next to it. SLOTH is lounging in front of the TV, staring at the blank screen like it is showing something interesting.]

[there are noises from the kitchen, the clink of dishes in the sink, running water.]

Sakuya: This sucks.

Kuro: Feel free to offer your help.

Sakuya: Do I look like…?

Kuro: Yeah.

Sakuya: (sitting up) Wait, what exactly makes you think I'd walk in there and offer to do the dishes?

Kuro: Your–

Sloth: (simultaneously) Your crush on him.

Kuro: What it said.

Sloth: (turns back to the TV with a shrug)

Sakuya: That's a little childish now, isn’t it?

Kuro: No you are childish. In fact–

Sloth: You’re twice more childish than the rest of us.

Sakuya: You two are five times more childish.

Sloth: Okay but you are infinity times more childish, so checkmate.

[KURO extends a fist towards the television. SLOTH'S hand snatches out, hesitating, before giving him a fist bump. It looks like this behavior is a recent development.]

Sakuya: I should have accepted Tsubaki’s invitation. But I expect him to be drunk by now, and that’s when he starts telling everybody how much he loves his friends.

Kuro: Oh god.

Sakuya: So perhaps this is better.

Kuro: Slightly.

Sakuya: Yeah.

[A beat.]

Sakuya: Why is he like this.

Kuro: Tsubaki? I always expected it to be a healthy mix of trauma and mental illness.

Sloth: That's what people say about you, too.

Sakuya: Hah.

Kuro: (shrugs, like this is not something he can or wants to deny)

Sakuya: I meant Shirota, though.

Kuro: Do you expect my answer to change here?

Sakuya: I didn’t really expect an answer. I was just making conversation.

Kuro: He likes to be useful. This is probably fun for him.

Sakuya: Not for us.

Kuro: It's not about us, though.

Sakuya: Urgh.

[A beat.]

Sloth: Does Tsubaki's party have a karaoke machine?

Kuro: I didn’t think you out of all people would be in favor of abandoning Mahiru like this.

Sloth: Don't imply that I'm a person. That's disgusting.

Kuro: My bad.

Sloth: Besides, I wouldn't abandon him. I just want to steal the karaoke machine. Naturally.

Kuro: Naturally.

Sakuya: I hate to disappoint you all but there's no karaoke this year. They're doing a board game marathon because karaoke doesn't have enough human interaction, apparently.

Kuro: So, that's why you're here?

Sakuya: (noncommittal shrug)

[The sounds from the kitchen have stopped. There are steps in the hallway.]

[MAHIRU stops at the door, looking at the three others in his living room. He seems a little stressed but it’s not a bad look on him. Truly, it’s hard to imagine him in a state where he isn’t stressed at all.]

Mahiru: Does anyone want something to drink?

Kuro: We're good.

Sakuya: We know where you keep the liquor.

Kuro: Exactly.

Mahiru: Ah… that's great, then.

[MAHIRU walks towards the table and starts tinkering with the remaining cups and mugs on it. The display is a leftover from both breakfast and the cake they had in the afternoon – a lot of “oh no, leave it, I will use it later” and then you catch yourself drinking from an unused cup once that ‘later’ arrives.]

[It happens within the blink of an eye. SLOTH'S face grows restless, dangerous. It sits up, eying MAHIRU with pure, unfiltered focus.]

Sloth: Sit down. Now. Or else I'll slit your throat.

Kuro: Wow.

Mahiru: (blinks) Sorry?

Sakuya: Yeah, sorry about that.

Kuro: (trying to look like he is somehow not related to SLOTH at all) It doesn't speak for all of us, by the way.

Sakuya: I agree with the sentiment, though. What's so important in the kitchen?

Mahiru: The dishes?

Sakuya: Okay, and now you're done with them.

Mahiru: I still have to prepare our desserts.

Kuro: I thought you did that yesterday.

Mahiru: It still needs a bit of work.

[SAKUYA rolls his eyes. KURO slaps his arm.]

Mahiru: Is there a problem? Can't you get along for one afternoon?

Sakuya: Hey. We're being civil here.

Kuro: Fighting is too exhausting. I refuse to kick that guy’s ass in my free time, I’m already doing it during working hours.

Sakuya: You don’t work.

Kuro: Fighting you is a full-time job.

Sloth: (continues staring at Mahiru like a sleep paralysis demon)

Mahiru: I don't see your problem.

[MAHIRU grabs a few empty cups and starts walking towards the kitchen again]

Sakuya: He doesn't get it.

Kuro: Nope.

Sakuya: Why doesn't he get it?

Kuro: Because you can’t just say things to him. You need to hit him with a steel chair. Metaphorically speaking.

Sakuya: Wow, good thing you clarified that.

Kuro: You're welcome.

Sakuya: I don’t want to say anything until we're one hundred percent certain that this is not an elaborate display of kink. Do you think he will get out a maid costume next?

Kuro: No, that's still wrapped and under the tree. Right next to you.

Sakuya: Nice.

Kuro: (shrugs)

Sakuya: Full offense but I want to celebrate Christmas with him, not… (gestures vaguely, before realizing he doesn’t care all that much about hurting KURO’S or SLOTH’S feelings) you.

Kuro: You need to say that to his face.

Sakuya: Thanks, I would rather die.

Kuro: Well, if you're lucky, your problem will solve itself in about five to ten seconds.

Sakuya: How so?

Kuro: (pointing at the empty space in front of the television SLOTH was sitting just seconds ago)

Sakuya: … It's not going to kill him, right.

Kuro: No.

Sakuya: Are you just saying that because you don't want to get up?

Kuro: Wouldn't you like to know.

[A beat.]

Kuro: It wouldn't hurt him.

Sakuya: (rising to his feet, a little nervous) Are you sure?

Kuro: Yes. It's a part of me. And I would never let anything or anyone harm Mahiru.

Sakuya: Hm. That’s the one thing we can agree on, isn’t it.

Kuro: That and our mutual dislike for theater kids. Does that mean nothing to you?

Sakuya: (snorts with laughter, then tries his hardest to make it seem like KURO didn’t just make him laugh) Okay.

[SLOTH always moves like it’s not human. And of course it isn’t, but the uncanny fills out every little movement, every inch of its body. KURO may pass for a human from time to time but SLOTH refuses that privilege. It drags MAHIRU inside, gripping his festive snowman pullover so tight that it threatens to rip it apart.]

Sloth: Open. Now.

[MAHIRU is forcefully positioned next to KURO and SAKUYA. SLOTH grabs a present from the pile and puts it into his hands.]

[Despite its rough exterior, and the intense expression in its eyes, SLOTH’S behavior seems less aggressive and more assertive; this is the driving force in this group when it comes to enforcing self-care. It prefers trickery but just like KURO, it has come to terms with the simple truth that you have to push MAHIRU towards his own wellbeing, with the gentleness of a high-speed train.]

Mahiru: But the–

Sloth: We’re here to celebrate with you.

Sakuya: (nodding along, his face gentle) Do you really think any of us care about Christmas? You know how I steal the Jesus figures from nativity scenes that make the mistake of putting him up before the 24th?

Mahiru: No, and I think I preferred not knowing that.

Sakuya: (shrugs in a way makes it clear that he is not very sorry about this) I declined an invitation for a board games marathon to spend this day with you.

Mahiru: You love board games.

Sakuya: I love you more.

[a beat.]

[He’s never openly said it before, and was waiting for the perfect moment. Perhaps with flowers involved. An Orchestra. He’s pretty sure he imagined rain, too.]

Mahiru: (softly) I just wanted it to be perfect. Because it’s the first time you celebrate with us. I know how important Tsubaki is to you and… I didn’t want to make you pick sides because I’m not your divorced parent, actually.

Sakuya: Calling you Daddy is off the table, then?

Mahiru: I didn’t say that– Listen, it’s supposed to be a perfect day. And I like doing housework, you guys know that. You’re not making me do anything I dislike at gunpoint.

Kuro: Except opening presents.

Mahiru: There was a switch-blade involved, yes. With a candy-cane pattern.

Sloth: (looking pleased with itself) Festive.

Kuro: I am supposed to be mad at you but you wanted to stab someone with that on Christmas, so I suppose you stayed true to your word.

Mahiru: (with a long sigh) Let me open a present, if that makes you happy.

[MAHIRU squeezes the gift SLOTH gave him. It’s soft, giving in to his touch, the wrapping paper crinkling a little. He suspects that it might be a Christmas sweater.]

[The present is also very maid-costume-sized but MAHIRU doesn’t make that connection yet.]

Mahiru: Okay.

[he braces himself for it, like receiving an act of kindness is somehow something he needs to emotionally prepare himself for. After a few seconds, he slowly pulls away the wrapping paper. He has a habit of removing all bits of sticky tape first and attempting to leave the wrapping in one piece, but once he tears into it, his movements become at least a little bit less careful.]

Mahiru: That is…

[MAHIRU pauses. His face is slightly redder than usual.]

Mahiru: (groans) Very funny. A maid dress.

Kuro: You’re welcome. (pauses) Wait. That’s not my present.

Sloth: No.

Kuro: (tilting his head) Great minds think alike?

Mahiru: Just exactly how many maid dresses will I find in that pile, friends?

Kuro: Two.

Sakuya: And counting.

Kuro: Oh my god.

Mahiru: I hate you guys. Worst Christmas ever. I’m going to the kitchen.

[but he doesn’t move. He’s smiling. For once, he doesn’t look stressed at all.]

#servamp #servamp secret santa 2023

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endartea · 1 year

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Ok, so, I have an idea. Since Zhongli is y'know more than 6000 years old, and has experienced more wars than any other being in Teyvat. And is the one with the most traumatic experiences.

I think you know where this is going; but this man HAS to have got severe PTSD. Like crippling shit. Because I'm sorry, but you're not escaping atleast 2000 years worth of fighting and war time without some shit messed up in your mind.

Zhongli also lost Guizhong, his best friend, in their own home. So that's a plus.

So, with all of that I headcanon that:

First off, Zhongli still obviously suffers from PTSD in his daily life. So things like sudden but loud noises definetly make him want to arm himself with his spear.

Second, let's not forget that he's a dragon deity. So, he's obviously very wise. But that has to be balanced between his wiseness and his absolute suffering.

I will not stop publishing posts about how Zhongli is not a force of nature. Until atleast a quarter of the fandom, get it inside of their head that Rex Lapis, is very much a being just like say, Barbatos (who is also very traumatized by the loss of his friend and warfare, but hides it behind a cheery facade.) or maybe even say Ei or Nahida. Who are probably the most obviously traumatized between all 4 archons we've met so far. But that doesn't mean they're the most traumatized, hence why I even bothered to make this post.

Now, I'm not trying to get everybody to invalidate Nahida's trauma, or Ei's absolute shit trial with life, nor am I trying to get people to start babying Zhongli.

Just because he has trauma, doesn't mean that changes his canon personality gets retconed. I'm saying that trauma made him what he is today. And if you have ever heard his voicelines, you know he absolutely treasures ALL of his friendships, and holds his relationships with his friends very close to himself. As they are all dear to him.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk. Next time I will be back, but with even more talk about all the Archon's trauma. And possibly other characters.

#zhongli #genshin impact #headcanons #character whump #whump #Rex Lapis #Archons #Venti #Barbatos #Ei #Nahida #Raiden Shogun #help i love them all way too much #i want a group hug #also #all of this post is ab trauma #so yeah #Trauma

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anneimaginesundertale · 4 months

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The Best of All Timelines Timeline

The Best of All Timelines is the ongoing saga that's the "canon" story on this blog. Unless something is set in an AU, this is the timeline where stuff happens in my drabbles. (I will also try to start tagging stuff that might not be "canon"--for example, if I write a hurt/comfort fic about somebody getting shot, that probably didn't happen.)

Here's how events shook out so far. Kind of a floating timeline, so I'm not putting dates in here, but I hope it makes sense. Some of this is linked to old roleplay parties, which should be available to reread HERE.

Monsters are freed. Sans and Papyrus make a home on the surface along with the other Undertale monsters in Ebott City and the surrounding area.

Sans messes with a certain machine in the basement and accidentally brings several other pairs of skeletons into this world. After comparing worlds, they name the other timelines Underswap, Underfell, Swapfell, Horrortale, and Mobtale. The boys try living together, but numerous arguments and awkward encounters send them scattering across the country.

No one thinks to check if the machine is still summoning skeletons from other worlds. Sans knows that more have come through, but hides it. The new skeletons are sent off to live their own lives.

Anne (that's me, y'all; we're all about self-indulgence here) meets Sans and Papyrus when they move to Littleton (a quiet village about half an hour from the city). They become friends and one summer the boys invite her to go and visit their other cousins. Anne loves all the boys so much that she tells them they're always welcome in her home. The boys become regular visitors.

Anne hosts a Halloween party with some of her new human friends and invites all the skeletons. The boys all like her new house so much that they gradually all move in. The house has more than enough room for everybody, which is good, because more cousins show up! The Mobtale brothers make an appearance around this time.

Anne hosts a Gyftmas party where the Mafiafell bros show up.

After a mysterious noise starts coming from the basement, the G!bros are discovered! They finally found a way out of the void through the machine. Although not everybody trusts them, they join the family.

A spring cleaning party uncovers strange magic items in the shed and the attic. The items are sent away to Alphys to study at her lab, but eventually are stolen by...somebody. This is an ongoing mystery.

More mysterious noises and then the basement explodes! The Outertale brothers crashland their spaceship through the machine, effectively destroying it. No more skeletons can come through that way, but there are more in the world than initially thought.

Gradually, we meet the Dancetale brothers, the Oceantale brothers, and the Farmtale brothers.

Somewhere in here, an old friend of the blog (@kezi-likes-undertale) invented a dream game machine that allows people to go into various AUs and play out stories. This has worked out really well (other than one hiccup with G! and Jess, but that was a one time thing...probably...)

Several of Anne's human friends have fallen in love with skeletons. Anne herself has fallen for Sweets (HT Papyrus). There are three weddings (Blue and Ray, Anne and Sweets, and Boss and Trashy). Other skeletons make relationships official. Lots of cuteness ensues.

Blue and Ray (@pureangleda) have a baby! Randy Bistroke Gaster is the first babybones born into the big family and everybody absolutely adores him!

TIME SKIP -- 5 years later!

Some of the skeletons moved out of Anne's house and into their own homes, either in the neighborhood (Skeleton Acres) or in the wider world (Littleton, Ebott City). The OT bros live in Ebott City and work at the botanical gardens/aquarium. A few moved further away or went on long trips. The MF bros are at their casino in Las Vegas. The DT bros are on a world dance tour. The UO bros live in the ocean near a vacation town called Sweet Sands, about an hour from Littleton. The farm bros have their farm about half an hour west of Littleton, near a town called Pinewood.

There are now six babybones in the family, with another one on the way! Ray and Blue have Randy (5) and Cherry (2). Anne and Sweets have Someday (4) and twins Grace and Gideon (2). Boss and Trashy have Poppy (2) and another baby on the way.

Randy had his fifth birthday party just before Gyftmas. It was Pokemon themed, as that is the lad's current obsession.

In January 2024, we pick up with the family one month after that party. From here on out, we'll have to figure out what happens next!

#best of all timelines #the best of all timelines #friends of the blog please let me know if I forgot anything important!

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incarnateirony · 1 year

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For those wondering if the die-hard antis will finally pack it in if we get canon Destiel in a way even they can't deny--I wouldn't hold my breath. If they are forced to accept canon Destiel they'll just make up some bogus reason for why it is 'homophobic, achsually', just like they did with Cas's confession and with Carlos.

It's the sunk cost fallacy. These people have created a whole identity and a community, such as it is, around hating Destiel. They will never, ever reconsider. As for canon, let me tell you: I come from a het ship fandom where the couple kissed on the mouth on screen and the antis were writing thinkpieces about why it was a 'friendly kiss', or a 'kiss of gratitude'. So even if the coconuts do collide, brace yourself, cause even that won't be enough.

What I'm trying to say is, let's make our win what we can get on TV, not what we can get the antis to admit, cause that's a lost cause. Let them wallow in their crackpot theories and metas and just enjoy TW :)

Tale as old as time. Whether that be the No Romos of X Files Mulder and Scully that platsplained their marriage and kid; the raging homophobes arguing with the memory of Diana Ross and the drag queens that inspired her about what I'm Coming Out is "actually about" in the youtube comments TO THIS DAY, and so on.

It's a goalpost--and frankly, dogwhistle even within "shipping fandom", some true bitters and others manipulators like 2po and their groups with the agenda in your ask--that I've warned about for many years.

In many ways, it's already been run out. Names like 2po, or jess of Mary Sue, that pretended to be so very in the know. Yelled I was delusional, claimed they had better access to Bobo to know his intent than I did (Jess.) But I could spend a week listing the reasons I knew what I knew was Real and a Fact no matter what they screamed, and not be done. And it was real.

They spent that time revving old shippers into attacking-down their low visibility text, making up some fandom noise rule that, if it isn't so loud it can't be argued with (imaginary point), it's subtext, and anything low visibility was "settling"--an attack whistle used to send hellers at me when I said Berens was putting his best faith work in for us, and even if he couldn't run it, to respect what he pushed and weaved through into textual canon, even if quiet.

After all, he almost quit season 14. Wayward was toast, his contract was rolling. He only signed again shortly after Ouroboros, maybe within a month. Because he'd been convinced to stay even while Yockey burned out and left an empty throne, to run that ball on a spiral someone recognized his endeavors on and further sort of mapped the way. On a gift. To a friend. To ride that spiral till the end so we might go where no one had been.

Covid crashed many dreams, including his second sprint. But not everybody gave up. But all those years, this whole damn time, this forged mistruth about the authors. These lies and filth and biases that buried this, and continued to bury this. The propaganda that spews from 2po to make, say, hellers feel like they're the second class citizens now.

But even by the end of SPN, we had all but won without covid giving Singer time to jam the game. Berens had the rest of the room with him. And even when we scraped our knees we got the most unlikely ally imaginable. A jensen ackles that couldn't sleep, couldn't let go, couldn't move on. a jensen ackles that knew dean winchester's story wasn't done, and was now deeply haunted by the way things ended with Castiel. He'd had his own enlightening, staring a universe-shaking performance in the face and adding the pieces together. And Jensen Ackles... 404ed and forgot his lines, barely muttered anything adjacent to the script, and wept on the floor. And into the winter.

And this entire time. People are still tearing him apart. Even as he hires the most powerful possible LGBTQ advocate to run his entire company, someone the president of WB even fears, able to unleash all of the gays of DC on the WB with a trigger pull, if Glen Winter isn't enough to back them down in general. Not that there IS a "them", because Zaslav's management leaves Jensen and Renee in charge.

That old world is gone. Big scary network and studio changes happened but we're still here, no matter what false prophet doomsayers said. And the gays have the reigns and there's nobody to tell them to stop, and jensen's the one slapping the horse on the ass now and telling Robbie to ride faster.

For those that really have foraged out the truth of transitions in the last 4 years or so, it's clear as a bell what's going on. But people like those you describe thrive on relevance created by people being compelled to argue them in mass, rather than laugh them off for absurdity. They did it with Mulder and Scully and they're doing it here in the middle of The Great Destiel Sprint, all from imagined perspectives in their minds.

These perspectives have failed them again, and again, and again, but like you said, they don't course correct. Sunken cost. And that cost is that, they have years of sins against them. It's not even just about the ship. These people spent millions, these people sent threats and shards and weapons to people, they've doxxed actors and fans and entire servers alike and felt righteous about it. And in the end when it Is What Is Is, even if they were to accept it HAPPENED.

The ability to process the meaning after--and that they are, in fact, the Akrida, and the unwanted locusts being flushed out--that'll just join the mountain of other things under the rug, with each person setting their embarrassment tolerance threshold of how stupid thy'll make the long term no romo arguments. Even as the showrunners constantly remind you the old series was bromance but THIS one is romance. It says it on the tin. And the posters. And the promos.

I have a feeling a bunch WILL leave, because some will hit their limit on how stupid they're willing to present them as in public. I expect a bunch of them to end up ripping each other apart, then it'll settle and the sad, sad last stragglers will make whatever new mewling sounds of denial, but we won't hear the starving strays, they're getting trampled by the clown parade worse than mufasa in the gorge.

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rai-knightshade-art · 1 year

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"...when I'm lying wrapped up in your arms, the whole World just fades away; the only thing I hear is the Beating of your Heart..."

Breathe, by Faith Hill

"...we should talk about this, right?"

His voice is soft, when he speaks; you wouldn't be able to hear him, if you weren't lying on his chest.

You draw patterns across his skin with your finger, contemplative. "Maybe. I'm not really sure how, though."

He makes a humming noise; you can feel the vibrations more than you can hear them. It's a moment before he speaks, and in the quiet you feel his arm move, a tendril of your hair lifting with it. (He always did like playing with your hair.)

Finally, he speaks. "Maybe we should start with... Being honest, with each other. Say what we really feel. Tell the truth."

You lift up your head, until you can rest your chin on your arm, and look at him; he's staring right back, eyes a warm brown, filled with affection.

You lift your other hand, to play with his own unruly curls, as you think. Honesty, huh? You've always been good at hiding your feelings, concealing the truth. How honest do you want to be, really?

But... Looking into his eyes, shining in the moonlight... You find you can't hide anything. Not from him. Not anymore.

"If honesty means telling the truth... Well then, the truth is, I'm still in love with you."

The fanfiction this scene is from is currently in progress, but you can read Chapter 1 here!

Bonus Post 1 (Jesse and Beca's Playlists): Link

Bonus Post 2 (The Bonus Tracks): Link

Artist thoughts, an alternate edit, links to my other RarePair Week entries, and close ups below the cut; image ID is in the alt text.

....y'all don't wanna know how long this thing took me 😅. For the illustration OR the first chapter of the associated fic, really.

Yeah so soft!Jeca lives rent free in my head, like, constantly these days, and I'm making that everybody's problem now, sorry. 😅 And when I saw the prompts for the Pitch Perfect RarePair Week, specifically #5, I knew immediately what I had to do: a fanfic/fanfic illustration! (...Or 2. ........or 5....😂)

I've actually been working on this fanfic for... A while, shall we say, because I had a LOT of thoughts that I needed out of my head and a fanfic was the best way to accomplish that. I wasn't sure when I was gonna try to have it done, figured it would get there when it gets there, but this prompt fit just too perfectly not to take advantage of it, ya know? So my new plan was to have the fanfiction done in time to upload with this prompt, buuuutttt.... That didn't quite happen 😓 ya girl's been busy alright!

But. But. I did get Chapter 1 finished! And uploaded! A day early, no less! ...Except Chapter 1 doesn't actually include the prompt line in it, that'll be in Chapter 2 😅. So uh. That'll be written here soon, I promise. In the meantime, at least there's Chapter 1! AND bonus posts, linked above the cut! Check them out!

Now, to set the scene: we're 6 months past the ending of Pitch Perfect 3, keeping everything from canon (except for the Chloe/Chicago thing but that's not relevant here, that's relevant for a different pair of days). We're 2 and a half years post-Jesse and Beca breaking up due to the fact that their lives and careers were taking off on opposite ends of the continent; it was an amicable breakup, but not a happy one, and while both of them have moved on from the relationship (and Jesse has had--and then broken up with--another long term girlfriend), they both still harbor some feelings for each other. They both think that ship has sailed though...until Beca moves to LA as part of her partnership with DJ Khaled, right when the producers of the movie Jesse and his team are scoring have asked Khaled to write and produce an original song for their movie, and wouldn't you know it, he has a brand new, extremely talented music producer who'd be perfect for the project!

So of course, Jesse and Beca reunite completely by surprise, take some time to talk a few things out once they've each panic-called their respective in-town confidants Benji and Emily to freak out a little bit but it's fine they're chill, and start to reconnect over this new project they have together... And afternoon visits to the neighboring cafe, mutually grabbing lunch at a nearby combination-deli-and-bookstore, and, finally, a week after the Big Damn Reunion™, an actual honest-to-god dinner date-that's-definitely-a-first-date-but-they-won't-admit-it, at a fancy (but not too fancy, they're not quite stars yet) restaurant and everything.

This scene? Comes directly after that dinner; or, rather, it comes directly after they've finished their dinner, and Jesse (ever the gentleman) has walked Beca home, all the way up to her apartment door; it comes after they've just stood there for a long moment, neither really wanting to make the first move to leave, until, finally, Beca literally says "Fuck it!" And drags the poor man into the apartment by the lips and collar. 😂 After all that, here in the dead of night, under the moonlight, they finally just... Talk. Really talk, not just the small talk from the deli/bookstore, or discussing their project in the studio, or even the brief acknowledgements of their past and the ways they've each moved on, from that first day in the cafe. Now, they talk through everything. How they're feeling, what they want this thing between them to be... How absolutely fucking terrified they are of screwing this up again... And how much they want to try again anyways. This scene, right here, is the true beginning of their eventual, maybe-it-was, maybe-it-wasn't, maybe-it-doesn't-matter-if-it-was-or-wasn't, inevitable, happily ever after. Because, well... "If honesty means telling the truth... Well then, the truth is I'm still in love with you."

Below are some close ups to show the details I added--like Beca's plaques!--as well as an alternate edit with lower contrast, because I couldn't decide whether I liked the glow effects better or the dim nighttime atmosphere better. So, both. And finally, below that are the links to the rest of my RarePair Week entries!

Alternate low-contrast version (I couldn't decide which vibes I liked better so y'all get both):

Close Ups:

Days I'm Participating In (and the Entries I've Posted):

Day 1 (this is me trying): Link

Day 2 (I've missed you): Link

Day 5 (if honesty means telling the truth... Then the truth is I'm still in love with you): You Are Here!

Day 6 (there's no way that it's not going to happen with you looking at me like that): Link

Day 7.1 (I can't say it, so I'll sing it): Link

Day 7.2 (part 2): Link

#jeca #jesse x beca #beca x jesse #pitch perfect #jeca fanart #jeca fanfiction #fanart #fanfiction #myposts #myart #theyre in love your honor #and theyre SO soft about it #pitch perfect rare pair week #pprpw22 #pprpw22.5

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katz-cradle · 2 years

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TALK ABT HAZED MEMORIES!!!!!! *STARES AT YOU*

Ahaha I don't know if u want like a specific stuff, I'm pretty sure I've mentioned the story before of "getting these bitches therapy since they 1: need it. 2: I love them all to hell and back, and 3: that getting help and being being doesn't only imploy certain types of bad and that anyone can fix their behavior and actions if they try hard enough. And only other stuff happens ig" but I'm also using this as an excuse to talk about the planets and species sorry,,

Put it all under the cut bc itz long,, hope it's good ^w^

The planet ahit takes place on is called Ninrao, no reason I chose that name it just sounded nice. The planet runs on anarchy, probably the only planet that works on anarchy that is (somewhat) peaceful.

The planet is very medically advanced yet has very little technological advances, its also quite small (while the planet is bigger in my idea its still relatively small compared to others). The planet is made up of 7 main-ish areas, such as the canon areas (ie- mafia town {also known as Aurora Island}, the place where dbs is {unnamed for now}, subcon kingdom/forest it's basically the same area now, alpine skyline and nyakuza metro) but there's also the original mafia town (which is unnamed rn also) and the Luxyren Kingdom aka where the Prince/Snatcher comes from (shouldn't technically count but there's still like 1 and a half ppl there so).

The moon that goes with it is called Lotune. Lotune is a very cold place that is basically soley inhabited by the moon penguins, it's also one of the very few moons that inhabited but we'll talk about that later.

The planet that the Remphs (again will talk about them later) live on is called Ixion, it's a very technically advanced planet it's main city is basically a sci-fi area, tho every other area is very forest and earthy. Ixion has a president (or ruler? Idk) named Cassia (she's unimportant rn :))

Ixion also has a connection to- on wait that's classified, whatever anyways onto the species!

The Remphs as talk about above is the species that Hat and Bow are apart of! They're a species that are able to control and protect time since they can withstand it and it's drawbacks. They're also the only species that can travel galaxies far away from their own.

The Remphs' are very secretive and rarely leave their planet, the only time they do leave is mostly the children when they are studying on about other planets (which is what H&B were doing!) some do leave the planet tho, and if they do they're seen as outcasts and disgusting traitors and are to never be realized as ever having existed getting rid of any and all evidence of their existence. If they dare come back they are killed. :)

Oh! And a bonus of the fact they are naturally very strong and also have acidic spit <3

Now onto the species of Ninrao;

Humans are the most normal and uncommon species on Ninrao, they used to be pretty common yet their two kingdoms both fell (thanks Vanessa's mental issues and N-.. You.), the only civilizations are the Aurora Island (don't worry the previous lives there didn't die or anything they just went somewhere else) and OG Mafia Town, they did have one is the desert but like,,,, that one just disappeared and nobody has tried to check on it since.

Humans have magic, elemental and non elemental magic the elemental magics are fire, water, plant, electric, and ice. The only non elemental magic I have rn are puppeteering and servent magic (I've only started working on it 2day so I don't have a lot for now sorry)

Humans also have pointy ears (as seen in my mb & mu designs) , their ears make it easier to hear from distances but it makes them sensitive to loud noises like yelling and fireworks. Humans are also very connected to their souls of course everybody has one but humans are the most connected to theirs, it's the host of most of their magical abilities. Removing a soul from a human is horrific and painful both to see and experience (gee I sure hope no ghosts do that to scare ppl hm)

Oh yes speaking of which let's talk about ghosts, ghosts are mostly made up of humans, ghosts are normally small little noodly creatures sometimes called dwellers, the dwellers cannot speak unless they have a host to due so. The hosts are things such as dolls and game consoles things they can mess and/or communicate with. They however cannot posses humans or any other species no matter how much the movies say so.

Ghosts don't remember their pasts, the most they remember are a few small snippets and vague feelings about stuff, they can remember however if they meet somebody or go to locations that they have memories from. Also they can eat and vaguely taste said food, not important to what I was saying before but yeah.

I'm gonna start making these shorter so I don't just like kill u with my talking, okay next is uhh Moon Penguins!

The Moon penguins are based around dancing and music, that's their entire culture and identity! They're very good with the cold, living on a coldass moon it just makes sense for Ninrao cold to not bother them. They live on both Ninrao and Lotune being able to survive both climates.

The Dust Owls, commonly also called the Express Owls live mainly in the desert and use the Conductor's train to get places (hince both names), they generally have bad and/or sensitive eyes normally needed glasses. They can fly short distances/heights, their insides are also akin to engines. They're naturally clumsy and commonly get stutters or other speech problems

There's also Phoenix's but they're unimportant rn ;) just know they're very closely related to fire spirits and are rarely seen by others (outside the nomads since they live near them)

Anywho the Anthro Cats are similar to normal cats, able to see in the dark and have very sharp claws, either being super tall or short. They have a good sense of smell and hearing (not as good as humans but still)

There is one other species, being connected to the Remphs' and possibly the Moon Penguins buy that's classified so I'd rather not waster ur time

There's the gist of the species not really a lot else to not that I have for now,,, besides the fact that the Ninrao species have a harder time having kids together plus hybrids but they ain't too special just a mixture of both of the parents species

Wowie I've rattled on way too long about this haha oops,,, welp I'm not talking now <3 hope it's good

#sorry i talk alot oops..#kitty khats #ahit #hazed memories #ahit hazed memories #my au #hazed memories lore #ahit au #ahit au info

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postwarlevi · 2 years

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between one mental breakdown and another, here I am

So, classic movies... I remember you telling me that you loved Roman Holidays. When was the first time you watched it? And, I have to ask for national pride and curiosity ehehehe, if you could see/visit/eat/do only one thing in Rome, what would it be?

About fruits, I believe that our loved Levi canonically likes apples (?). I don't think Jean would be into fruits in general, while Armin would be a total freak about it, always telling everybody how it is important to eat healthy .

And, last but not least... can we swap bodies for a day and can you do my English business exam I swear I am going crazy with all these graphs and idiomatic expression 😭😭😭

Jk apart, a random question

What's your favourite historical period? 👻

Luv u :> 💗

Hello my love! I am sorry, I did see this yesterday and fell asleep, had an early workday today, one tomorrow, and am trying to avoid all these fireworks the neighbors have already started even though the official holiday is tomorrow.

My schedule is always so messed up around this time because for 2 weeks in the evening I put my earplugs and headphones on to block out outside noise, otherwise I am super anxious. And I put on Disney movies and cartoons to distract myself. And then I don't do the things I would have liked. Tomorrow should be the worst and then hopefully the noise will be about done!

ANYway, that's my mental breakdown, but I'm trying to get through it! I hope you are making it, and I must say you don't want me doing our exam LOL. I am not an expert in the language I've been taught since birth! You got this though! I'm sending you lots of good vibes and hugs!

Roman Holiday?? Oh I love that movie! Dashing Gregory Peck and beautiful Audrey Hepburn on location in Rome, what a dream! I must've watched it around 10 years ago the first time? At the time I was picking what movies to watch based on the actors in them because I was obsessed and never had enough time to watch all I wanted. I don't think I really appreciated the whole thing until a few viewings in. I've even seen it in the movie theater!

I of course would like to do the normal tourist stuff like see The Colosseum and The Trevi Fountain, but I would seriously look into things to do that aren't the regular thing. Have any ideas? Are outdoor markets a big thing? I would have to try tiramisu and gelato and see what type of vegetarian pasta dishes I could try!

Have you seen the film Light in the Piazza? It's also a beautiful scenic film with some on location filming in Rome and Florence!

Yes it'd been decided (by me LOL jk) that Levi loves apples and apple desserts. They're so refreshing and there's so many varieties! Perhaps canon Jean is a meat and potatoes kind of guy, but I stand by my silly thought that modern Jean loves strawberries. Not even only the real fruit, but artificially flavored strawberry anything! You better be wearing strawberry chapstick too hehe. For my fun little favorite fruits HC I keep going back and fourth between some (who likes grapefruit?) but I will say I keep going to blueberries for Armin. I bet he's like me and loves giant fruit bowls and smoothies!

For time periods I feel like I like to intermix them and cannot properly separate them anymore LOL maybe the Victorian era? Or for the United States, what I found is called the post-war era from 1945 to 1964. Music, film and fashion were flying high! Of course it had it's issues but every time period has some!

Thank you for stopping to say hello! Send me stuff anytime and, don't be alarmed if it takes me a day or two. I want to get to everything cannot always do so <3

send me stuff about aot, fruit, movies, all the things!

#moots #moots mia y #thank you for all of this #i love it!#roman holiday is a wonderful movie!#go watch it everyone and tell me you don't fall in love!#levi liking apples makes sense #maybe jean and strawberries is just in my head but that's okay lol #what fruit do you think aot characters would like?

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twoheartsoneclara · 1 year

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🔥 fanfic tropes (for the unpopular/spicy opinion meme!)

omg immediately forgets every fanfic trope ever

okay let me see....

i literally could not care less about fake dating aus they are so boring to me.

any variations thereupon are also boring to me: arranged marriage/marriage so i'll inherit this money/etc etc

same goes for only one bed like. ok. who cares?????? who cares

okay i kind of lied a tv show pulled off the only one bed trope once and i was so not mad about it but they actually managed to do something interesting with it

also i feel like the same goes for enemies to lovers - it has to be done really well for it to work but most of the time it's just like "meh you're the worst!!" "good i hate you also!" but we're ✨ attracted ✨ to each other so it doesn't really matter.

also a weirdly specific one but when people write fandom fusion fics so like if you have a pairing from one fandom and write them as if they're mulder and scully from the xfiles or whatever, but another character would fit that role better, but then they'll keep it that way because of the ship. it bugs me so much. if it's not as specific like if it's pacific rim fusion and they're just meant to be drift compatible or whatever and not taking the main character's arcs it's less of an issue for me

this is maybe not a trope, but i hate it when people steal other character's traits to give it to their fave/character bashing/etc. grow up. get a job.

also the cinderella complex of acting like one character is just soooooo mistreated by everybody else, everyone is just a huge meanie to them all the time, like yawn 😩😩

especially when the character in question happens to be treated no worse than any other character in the actual narrative, or they happen to be a character who's actually really assertive in canon and then in fics they'll just be a complete walkover. like literally what happened here.

i also get really annoyed by huge fandoms where there are plenty of characters to write about but all of the fics are almost exclusively about one (1) ship and this really becomes a problem when it ignores/bashes other characters like i said above

soulmate fics aren't an immediate won't read for me but they have to stand out in some way

halsdkjkfslj this just makes me sound like i hate shipping fics and it's kind of true but i actually love a lot of tropes and shippy tropes like i love aus, role reversals, 5+1, etc. i guess i just hate when characters are ~ forced together ~ into love by contrived circumstances. it's so....eyeroll-y to me. it's like when you watch sleepless in seattle and you get to the end and the movie's like well! those two sure are in love! and you're like no! they've known each for two minutes! they're not in love!

same thing for most of these fake dating/enemies to lovers/bed sharing, it's like people are like "well these tropes are how you get to xyz" instead of actually developing the relationship alongside it by showing how feelings for each other have begun/deepened. like that one bed sharing scene i mentioned, it shows how awkward the "relationship" is because they are like okay i guess we have to share a bed but i need my white noise machine but you want to watch cyrano de bergerac on the tv but we can't POSSIBLY sleep head to head foot to foot it has to be a head foot foot head type situation. but cyrano de bergerac is french so i'll read off the subtitles to you because you can watch it in the mirror and as you fall asleep it's the part where cyrano is admitting his love and i'm saying it softly because i know you're asleep but i'm starting to realize i'm a little in love with you too.

like the LAYERS there.

but more often that not it's like fic writers assume that you will just automatically assume that that is what is happening rather than actually writing it. (this is a problem with published fiction too, particularly romance, since it seems that my biggest gripes are with that general genre lol)

anyways thanks for asking! <3

#claire.txt #i've got mail #tyyyyyy #this was fun #ask games #enjoy the novel lol

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Autistic Agrestes HCs

Gabriel

He's horrible for texture. There's only 2 or 3 textures he can wear and absolutely dreads testing fabric swatches because of it. It doesn't take long for fabric testing to become 'Nathalie's thing'

Sleeves, he's incredibly nitpicky with sleeves. He can wear long sleeves just fine but if he doesn't have his jacket on he has to roll them up to his elbows and can't have them any lower, but he can't wear short sleeves. He can't wear vests as he feels there should be sleeves. And he can't wear ¾ lengths as he doesn't like that it stops past his elbow.

He prefers wearing turtlenecks and high collars. He only wears crewneck sweaters (and usually has a fake collar or shirt on underneath) and T-shirts. Absolutely no v-necks.

He can't wear too many layers, so he takes coats over sweaters.

He has to wear socks with trousers. But can't wear socks with shorts. Though he rarely wears shorts unless they're swimming trunks or he's in his boxers.

He has to sleep shirtless. He only doesn't if he's passed out unwillingly.

He can't drink milky tea, it tastes dry. He can't eat yoghurts for the same reason.

Skin-to-skin contact is incredibly comforting for him. When he and Nathalie get together he likes bathing with her for this reason. He's also a sucker for shirtless cuddles.

Scratching his head, pulling his hair or just running his hand through it are go-to stims for him.

Fidgeting with his ring is a canon stim, and cracking his knuckles and tapping his stylus against the side of his drawing tablet are also main stims.

He doesn't have many vocal stims other than 'spread my feathers' and 'Tut tut.'

I feel like he and Nathalie would mirror or at least pick up on each others stims.

He needs explicit and clear confirmation for anything. He also needs things explained to him in a specific way.

He goes non-verbal at the nearest sign of distress.

He has to have some level of noise. He can't stand pure silence but he also doesn't like anything over speaking volume.

If he's on public transport he has to have a window seat.

His comfort foods are coffee, sunflower seeds, grapes, and watermelon.

He doesn't like anyone touching him. Physical contact is distressing enough to render him non-verbal.

His special interest is Fashion. With cooking as a close second.

He's very fussy about boundaries and organisation. He doesn't like using things that aren't his even if it's lent to him. This is also the reason Gabriel would have a hard time coming around to calling Nathalie 'peahen' as, in his head, that's Hawkmoth's thing.

He's always semi-verbal in public spaces, no one really notices as when he does talk he talks loud enough to compensate for two people.

Organisation in regard to objects is a no, unless it can be organised by colour. If you look long enough there's usually a gradient of colour you can follow among his possessions. Other than that he knows where everything is, but no one else is going to be able to navigate it.

He has echolalia.

He's undiagnosed.

He's hypersensitive to pain this is why he hates getting vaccines. Ironically I feel like he'd have had snake bites when he was younger (with how much he frowns in canon I feel like playing with the snake bites would be another main stim), maybe even a tongue piercing.

He tends to become aggressive during meltdowns, especially in public, he just wants to get to a quiet area away from everybody. Balling his fists and pacing would be signs he's having a meltdown or at least is nearing one.

He has difficulty with empathy. He'd find it easier to calm someone down by making them food, or giving them a gift, or giving them something to distract them with. Rather than actually solving the problem.

His love language is touch and giftgiving, so he likely isn't one for verbal affection so him and Nathalie are already dating long before he ever verbally says 'I love you' and the first time he does it renders Nathalie non-verbal for a few seconds.

Hawkmoth canonically stims by spinning his cane. But in general tossing it about would also give the same effect.

Gabriel's aromantic in an allistic sense which led to him overcompensating with giving Emilie gifts as he didn't feel like he was affectionate enough with her and could sense her indifference.

A raging insomniac, doesn't have any discipline enforced in regards to Adrien's sleep as he's no better himself.

He'll either be flat out by 8pm or he'll be up till 5am.

He has to keep his hands busy, this is one of the reasons he learned to sew.

Most of his hobbies are hands-on, sewing, drawing, painting, cooking.

Adrien

His main comfort foods are slices of cucumber and passionfruit macarons and triangle ham sandwiches.

He likes stim toys that make noise. And chewllery.

He's understimulated for colour. If it was up to him his room would be a lot more colourful.

He doesn't like the dark as it feels suffocating, he can only turn the lights off because he's got the light from the streetlights coming through his window.

He has to hit the light switch 3 times. He can't just flick it off.

He taught himself to write backwards.

Vocal stims, mostly vocal stims, 'Blep' 'Bap' 'Doobidoo' etc, or popular voice lines from a show he's watched/character he likes.

He has a vocal stim of Ladybug's 'miraculous ladybug' that started off as Chat mimicking her but became a stim.

Any physical stims are typically full body stims, like: spinning, rocking back and forth (this is one he picked up from Nathalie), jumping up and down, and spinning around in his chair.

He doesn't like people in his personal space.

He likes the summer because it allows him to wear the textures he likes the most. But he doesn't like the heat. It makes him feel small and sticky.

He has a cataclysm hand stim.

Plagg mimics his vocal stims.

Adrien developed a 'blehk' stim because of Plagg.

He needs tone indicators.

He misses social cues.

He doesn't feel the cold until he's out of it, and has nearly gotten frostnip several times.

He doesn't like long sleeves.

He likes learning new things.

He easily retains new information but has difficulty revising.

Exams and assessments often lead to meltdowns as he can't apply the knowledge he knows he has in an exam setting.

He likes sitting cross-legged.

He prefers sitting on the floor, or chair

His favourite texture is sand. He loved the beach and sandpits as a kid.

He doesn't like swimming or any form of water sports as he doesn't like getting wet. The water itself makes him feel dry and it frustrates him.

On his worst texture days Adrien has to stand in the shower with his clothes on otherwise he wouldn't shower at all. As a kid he'd only get in the bath if he had a swimsuit on.

His special interest is film & media, specifically visual storytelling.

He can't eat full meals due to the mismatched textures between the different foods on his plate. He has to eat each section on its own and won't eat the bits of each section that have touched the other sections. He was still using sectioned plates up until he was 8 so he'd actually eat his meal especially since his portions were smaller when he was little. Sometimes he'll only have one bit of food on his plate at a time.

Adrien was very easily overstimulated by public spaces as a little kid hence why he was homeschooled but it eventually led to understimulation.

Adrien doesn't have any toys because he never played with them, had no interest in playing at all. The most he'd play would be if he was in a sandpit or on freshly mowed grass. And that usually consisted of constructing bird nests out of grass shavings or making piles of sand and then levelling it out again. Or turning the sandpit into a village, or at least an attempt at such.

Adrien liked to write scripts as a kid, hence his special interest in film & media.

He has echolalia like his father and Nathalie.

Tapping is an easy stim to hide and one of his main public ones. He types a lot and doesn't mind piano practice as it's a subtle way for him to stim.

I feel like he'd have been diagnosed young because Emilie was concerned about his lack of talking as a kid. If he wasn't then he wouldn't be diagnosed until he became an adult as I can't see Gabriel getting concerned about it. A 'I was like that as a kid, he'll be fine' type mindset.

Adrien's meltdowns are vocal, he'll start muttering and pulling at his hair or picking skin which will eventually escalate to him screaming or crying and throwing his hands around once he's gotten away from people.

Chat Noir stims by playing with his bell, running his claws across surfaces, pressing his hands together and pulling them apart and playing with his tail.

He can only handle certain noises at certain volumes. He doesn't mind muttering, but the hum of electricity bothers him. He can handle loud music but yelling and large rounds of cheering and applauding overwhelm him.

He's fine with any texture so long as it isn't form-fitting. Being Chat Noir originally frustrated him when he realised his suit was form-fitting but he's usually fine so long as he ignores the feeling of the suit and stims regularly.

He can't be aware he's eating, it puts him off whatever he's eating. The motion of eating makes him nauseous.

He struggles with social constructs like gender, binary sexuality and monogomy.

He only gets 4-5 hr intervals of sleep at once. He typically takes a nap between fencing and Chinese if there's no shoots he has to go to.

Nathalie

She's mostly non-verbal, save for those she's comfortable with. She's generally considered to be mute by her coworkers and interns are often surprised when they hear her speak. She's very dependent on eye-contact and hand gestures for non-verbal communication, this a large reason people think she's intimidating.

She handles meetings and keeps foot notes so she can explain it to Gabriel afterwards if there's anything he can't understand.

She experiences alterous attraction. And would generally consider herself alloaro.

She struggles with tone but is fine with inference.

She has both ADHD and Autism.

She likes the feeling of pressure, so someone lying on top of her, weighted blankets, layers, piercings.

Her special interest is History. However she has a lot of random pieces of information due to her hyperfixations on different subjects. Magic, linguistics, literature and psychology, I feel like would be things she knows a lot about, and obviously fashion because of Gabriel infodumping.

Her and Gabriel will infodump to each other.

She used to teach Adrien extra information when she was tutoring him if she had extra knowledge on the topic. She found it was an effective way of keeping him engaged.

She's hypersensitive and easily overstimulated by quiet noise but needs loud music/noise to function, this is why her desk is near the window so she can hear the cars going by outside. She also has her office window open a lot. And she has a set of headphones within reach at all times.

Nathalie can't drink water by itself. She can drink it in things, like juice and coffee but not by itself.

Nathalie doesn't understand the gender binary or roles, hence why Mayura's design is more based on the peacock rather than the peahen, she just thinks the males look prettier. She's gnc/genderfluid.

Nathalie really likes animal symbolism and secretly loves the peahen nickname Hawkmoth has for her.

She has a vocal stim that's 'Fly away my little akuma,' and on multiple occasions she's had to frantically explain to Gabriel she's not taking the mick out of him which often times he hasn't even realised she's said it.

Nathalie likes wearing mismatched fabrics for the different textures. Gabriel can't understand it as he's very limited to what textures he can wear due to his own sensory issues.

She likes having things around her neck, like chokers/necklaces or turtle necks, or scarves. She also pulls blankets upto her chin because of this despite it not really having the same effect.

She likes form-fitting clothes.

She likes wearing body suits and turtle neck singlets.

She doesn't like wearing sleeves of any form. (I hc she has to keep her arms covered due to tattoos.)

She has several physical stims like: Tapping, Snapping her fingers (like when she's walked into a room and can't remember why), Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Making a pop sound with her lips, pushing up on the balls of her feet, and playing with her piercings (if you hc she has them).

Full body stims include: her slowly rotating from left to right and vice versa while rotating her wrists or flapping her hands, and flopping (She's scared Gabriel on multiple occasions by doing this cause he thinks she's having a fall).

She also likes the feel of pressing her face against something, such as: Into her pillow, her forehead against her desk. If/when her and Gabriel are together she likes to press her face into the base of his neck so that his chin is resting on her head. She also likes to press her forehead into the space between his shoulder blades when she's hugging him from behind.

She doesn't like humidity and she doesn't like the texture of the air during the summer.

Going hand-in-hand with the aforementioned point she really likes winter but doesn't like being too cold, especially since it makes the pain worse.

Nathalie prefers layering over a bulky coat, Gabriel has tried on multiple occasions to convince her to buy a coat but she refuses and would rather wear several layers instead. Canonically she only has one work outfit but I like to think her winter wardrobe is mostly sweaters and oversized shirts.

She can't wear socks, no matter the texture she just can't she doesn't like having things on her feet but she has to wear shoes. One of the few pros of being on bed rest she can be barefoot.

Nathalie doesn't really have problems with touching things in regards to texture unless it's wet or slimey, so she likes to feel the new fabric swatches when they come in. (Gabriel having noted which fabrics she had a positive reaction to and using them whenever he makes her clothes).

She likes wearing rings and other pieces of jewellery.

I know canonically she now has the exo-skeleton but in the event she ever uses a wheelchair she uses one she can push herself. And likes to push herself back and forth whenever she's still.

She would also stim with her cane, tapping it, or tapping the ground with the end of it.

The only person other than her that she let's wash her hair is Gabriel as he's the only person that can do it right. She also likes the feeling of him braiding it whenever he offers too.

She doesn't like having her hair down. It makes her feel like somethings crawling on her.

She prides herself on organisation. I feel like she'd go by colour -> chronological -> numerical -> alphabetical. However she has no sense of organisation when it comes to herself. She doesn't have a sense of 'this is her thing, and this is Mayura's thing' she is Mayura so that's her thing too.

I think she's a creative thinker, and I feel like she struggled academically because of the structured way they wanted her to learn.

She has two moods, hyperfocus and infodump, or executive dysfunction. This is why she works herself into the ground because once she's stopped it doesn't exist to her anymore.

She has no emotional permanence. So she has difficulty missing people because any emotions she had towards them aren't there when they're not taking up her immediate attention. She still feels that way towards them, just can't while they're not there.

She talks to herself aloud. She also talks to inanimate objects.

I feel like she has lexical-gustatory synesthesia as well (she senses words written or spoken, as well as non-lexical sounds like music, as distinct tastes, smells and textures either in her mouth or in her head) and there's specific words she refuses to say because of it.

All three of them have echolalia and it leads to them passing stims around like pokemon.

Nathalie has a lot of piercings and uses them to stim. I feel like she'd get her tongue split too. Personally, body modification was Nathalie's go to thing to satiate her need for physical pressure, it was a bonus that it gave her new ways to stim.

Nathalie's meltdowns consist of complete mutism, gripping her arms or thighs, leaning and pushing herself against a wall, hitting her head, or while she's on bedrest tying herself in her sheets and lying on the floor.

She'd rock back and forth.

Mayura would also rock back and forth, but she often uses her coattail to stim by swishing it back and forth or spinning. She also likes clicking her fan open and shut for the noise and tapping her thumb and forefinger together, specifically the hand she calls back amoks with.

Mayura would also stim telepathically. "Hawkmoth: Fly away my little akuma and evi— Bap Bap Bap Bap."

Her comfort foods are coffee and noodles and chicken nuggets. I can't imagine Nathalie having posh comfort foods. Uber eats McDonald's to the mansion.

She gets overwhelmed in emotional situations and isn't good with verbal consolation. She relies on physical touch to comfort someone.

Hunger is painful for Nathalie but she can distract herself from it. However if she doesn't answer to the pain she physically struggles to eat at any other time. There's only specific times her body will accept food.

She's not a fan of light, she prefers lamps over ceiling lights.

She likes the night time, and since the night is really the only times she can get anything done she tends to go to bed early so she can be up during the night. At least while on bed rest I feel she'd take advantage and nap throughout the day.

She only tends to sleep in intervals of 4 hrs. (Both Gabriel and Adrien work on similar schedules so its normal for the house to be awake at 3am).

She purposely puts large gaps in Adrien's schedule so he can get extra sleep if he needs it.

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #nathalie sancoeur #gabriel agreste #adrien agreste #autistic agrestes #hawkmoth #mayura #chat noir

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cometcaper · 3 years

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I thought I'd share my playlist for the anniversary of the boathouse kiss. :)

Song translations, MANY thoughts, and timeline under the break.

Noise warning for song 19, Hinahanap-Hanap Kita. 4:23 to the end. Loud high pitched beeps.

YouTube music version to be made soon.

Translations for foreign songs:

Ewan [Dunno] — Apo Hiking Society — Filipino/Tagalog

Amour plastique [Plastic love] — Videoclub — French

Panalangin [Prayer] — Apo Hiking Society/Moonstar88 — Filipino/Tagalog

Hinahanap-Hanap Kita [I'm Looking For You] — Rivermaya — Filipino/Tagalog

This is a collaborative playlist made with my friend.

Thought Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy would be a good starter song. Something about the music. Represents a good start of Alec persuing Maurice, like, hey, I can be yours... Whatcha doin'?

I added Puppy Princess because of the chorus but I know some people don't like that song so... You can skip if you'd like. KISS MEEEEE KIISS ME WITH YIIR EYESSS CLOSED . ALL I WANT IS YOU YEAH YOU. TELL ME I'M NOT FUNNY TELL ME I'M LEGIIIIT

Ewan. OH MY GOD this song is so them. Alec cares for Maurice, and doesn't like not being taken seriously or being treated badly and brushed off.

"I don't know why you're like that, you're difficult to talk to and you're a snob" COME ON IS THAT NOT THEM — Just a smile from you, and I'll be in heaven. Please give me a response, anything but "No idea"... What a perfect representation of Alec's continuous persuit of Maurice, always talking, always trying...

I could go on with every lyric.

Edit: I just realised this song fits so well for Alec's letters and meeting at the museum. Must resist the urge to add the same exact track twice.

So about Touch Me... Some of the lyrics apply better in other versions. Spotify just has this version tho. Touch me, just like that.

All I've Ever Known. Maurice discovered so much that night about touch and sharing and being with someone. He wants to be with Alec. "All I've ever known is how to hold my own, but now I want to hold you too. [Hold you close, I don't wanna ever have to let you go. Hold you tight, I don't wanna to back to the lonely life.]" Alec opened up his eyes and he'll never be the same.

Can't Help Falling in Love With You. 'Did you ever dream you'd a friend, Alec? ... Someone to last your whole life...' 'Alec, you're a dear fellow and we've been very happy.'

I'd Like To Walk Around In Your Mind was added from Maurice's perspective. Perhaps it fits Alec too...

I think Love At First Sight has the double meaning of the literal title, as well as "wouldn't you like to kiss her" perhaps being... Something Maurice would hear.

I Don't Dance. Based on this post/edit. Please watch this video oh my God.

Pink in the Night. Alec yearns for Maurice in the boathouse. He hasn't come. He hears his heart breaking tonight.

Every lyric is perhaps pulled straight from Alec's brain, to be honest. I remember seeing a post with this song in other contexts with them too. So yes, a few meanings.

Amour plastique. Alec reminiscences on the night in the Russet room. Why hasn't he come?

In my mind, everything goes wild. I lose myself in your eyes. I drown myself in the vagueness of your loving gaze.

And at night I cry tears that stream down my cheeks. I think of you only when the days ends, only when my sad demons descend upon my mind, into the bottomless abyss.

Waiting in the boathouse at night, when the day ends.

I ring out in kisses all down your chest. Lost in the avalanche of my heart astray. Who are you? Where are you?

The moments of then repeat in his mind. Where is Maurice?

I suppose Hopelessly Devoted To You and I'm A Fool To Want You are self explanatory. Maurice should really come... Alec really toughed it out, 2 days he spent in the boathouse, really wanted to see Maurice, really knew they had something, and doesn't want to be treated like a dog. Generally, his 1st letter.

Moon Song. My friend said they added it as a general love song. — Why do you treat me like this? Why didn't you come to the boathouse? — Alec's 2nd letter as a whole. Plus bits of 1st.

And you pushed me in, and now my feet can't touch the bottom of you. ... So I will wait for the next time you want me, like a dog with a bird at your door.

Ewan would fit here tbh.

Panalangin. My only prayer in this lifetime: to be beside you, to be together with you, that's my prayer.

"I since cricket match do long to ... place both arms round you and share with you, the above now seems sweeter than words can say."

And this heart won't allow if you will be away from me, my love, please listen.

It also fits the end of museum.

I Want You. Maurice, can you come to the boathouse already? Alec has no power to teleport you there. I hold one card that I can't use.

I found you. I found the door, but when I stepped through, there was no floor. He found Maurice, bit he's not being here for Alec.

You're coming back And it's the end of the world We're starting over And I love you, darling And I am done, dear

Alec wishes this would happen. Also, he does come back later and they love again over, and "it is finished".

Credit for suggesting the next two songs goes to @beatle-capaldi!!! He also wrote was in quotations!

English Summer Rain

The Most Radical Thing To Do

Hinahanap-Hanap Kita. 1st letter, he's looking for Maurice. Thinking about them together.

In my thoughts and dreams, in every turn of destiny, I look for you. Also applies to that hotel/post-hotel feeling. I look for you, even if I try to forget you, saying goodbye, looking back...

Wildest Dreams. They think a lot of each other. They share once more. But they must say goodbye. Alec saw this coming. Maurice hopes that Alec will remember him like this.

I Hear a Symphony. Alec truly opened up Maurice's eyes. Maurice was meant to be with him. He helped Maurice, changed his life. But now Alec is leaving on ship... Or is he? The symphony leads into...

An orchestral sountrack. The Boathouse. Unfortunately the Maurice soundtrack is not on spotify. It's on my personal YouTube music version. I added it because it just captures the boathouse the only way the sountrack itself can.

The Word of Your Body (Reprise). MLM people have moment of romantic tension, which culminates in confessions of love. Just had to add it. "Haven't you heard the word of your body?" perfectly describes Alec gifting and showing Maurice the wonder of truest physical affection and love. He lets Maurice be okay with himself, and again, changes everything. Every lyric is perfect.

Also, sorry JBW, I like other versions more... Too bad Spotify is mean.

I See The Light. Yeah. Every lyric. Maurice is Rapunzel. Movie Blond too. Both the morning at Russet room and the museum. And the world has somehow shifted. All at once everything is different, now that I see you. "By now they were in love with each other consciously."...

Suddenly Seymour. Suddenly see more, yeah? Clive = ass and someone gives him affection for once, wow! Sidenote, I want to sing this with them and their accents... Suddenly SCUDDER...

Helpless. Musical theatre songs seem to be good retellings of their love story. It's why they belong in post boathouse. Summaries and retellings. They're also good at conveying love they'd feel for each other in general, all times ever. Like loving men, retelling a story.

I'll Cover You. Cute love song feat. gays. I like to imagine them dancing around, declaring their love and devotion for each other. Walking and dancing around like in the original scene, sometime post canon. In my own imagination, I thought of Alec as Angel and Maurice (Christopher) as Collins.

Video Games. They must love spending time together. I thought this to be Maurice POV. Only worth living if somebody is loving you I mean, come on.

It's you, it's you, it's all for you. Everything I do. I tell you all the time, heaven is a place on Earth with you.

Un sospiro. I headcanon that Maurice picks up the piano and plays for Alec. Perhaps he picked it up bc of/after Clive, but now can play it for someone who gives a shit.

Something about the melody reminds me of them. And then it gets more intense... A bit like the passions of love, showing up in sharing and touch and more, too.

Liebestraum. I mean, it means love dream/dream of love. I just had to. Also I just like Liszt.

Take Me Up With You, Dearie. This song is just so sweet... So soft... Edwardian to boot... I love how quintessentially 1909 it is. Discovered it in a YT video. The thought of them getting married makes me cry. This song in general makes me want to cry, it's so romantic, tender, and exudes my favourite era...

Let us float, float, float through the clouds, and just have a lot of fun. We'll go up, up, up as two and then come down as one.

Put Your Head on My Shoulder. We Belong Together. I always imagine Maurice and Alec slowdancing to songs that come on the radio together, when the 1950s hits... Alec probably rests his head on his shoulder as this plays and they dance...

I'm using a lot of ellipses, am I secretly Rupert Graves?

Welcome to the 70s and 80s. They love dancing together and being with each other. Now, Panalangin can be a happy song. My only prayer for this lifetime ... To be together with you. And this heart won't allow if you will be away from me.

Just the Two of Us. What a nice, vibey song. Great title, great scenario of them dancing to this...

Tiny Dancer. Your Song. MLM people in the 70s + Radio, being happy and in love with each other. — I just thought I should add some Elton. A different friend, and I, like him. Maurice sings to Alec, "And you can tell everybody this is your song." That I put down in words how wonderful life is with you in the world.

Electric Love. Fun fact: this song got me to share the playlist. Got me thinking about them and their anniversary again. The funky busy instrumental describes well their passionate love. The highs of electric LOOOOOOVE describe the intensity of them.

Alt text continued: themselves together under and the love. And the love. The song has its own tension and it perfectly pictures their own tension. So yeah, this is THEIR song quite literally.

Sorry if my music taste is perhaps basic. I just made it for when I hear songs that are Them.

Falling for Ya. Alec falls for Maurice. "I saw you when you first drove up, Mr Hall..." Something about Maurice, right? Plus really nice vintage vibes with the music. The bit about Into your arms and it's a secure sure sounds like Maurice. Awh, they're falling for *each other*...

Rainbow Connections. Gay and bi people. Marriage. Everything that Maurice and Alec went through to get here, where they were meant to be. Clive. Working for Clive. Leading up to now.

All the things that had to go right, all the things that had to go wrong, that lead us to the place where we were going all along.

On the YT version there's a soft/jazzy cover of Panalangin here. Because they're old and spending time together and being happy. What a throwback, a defined meaning in their lives over time.

Still Into You. After all these decades... Old and grown, together... True soulmates... Two men can defy the world... Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood. Imagine Maurice meeting Alec's mom in this context. If only.

Postmodern Jukebox cover, because they are a quintessentially 20th century couple. They exude vintage.

Some piano playing for Alec. Soft, tender, romantic, emotional, true. Feels like nighttime. Feels like Maurice and Alec. And a throwback to the pre 1914 world as well. Claire de Lune feels like... A credits of life piece. Time spent in the early 1980s. Nocturne feels like that too, but more romantic. Smidge less nighttime. Ah yes, Gymnopédies. The truest credits feel of them all. None of these actually are credits for Maurice and Alec, but I struggle to find the word for this feeling. But yeah. These all have Them vibes to me. Piano of the time just does I suppose. Glad to be reminded of them at any time.

What a long playlist. Like going through almost their whole lives together. 1:52 hrs. Almost like a movie. Imagine that. A full movie of THEIR lives... But leaving to the imagination was a good thing. Led to this such action. Thank you E.M. Forster.

Timeline:

1. Pendersleigh

4. & 5. Russet Room. Night, then Morning

9. Cricket

10. Boathouse Nights

18. The Museum

20. The Hotel

21. After

23. The Boathouse

24. They Still Roam the Greenwood

I just like to imagine them dancing to songs on the radio, for decades to come...

#maurice 1987 #maurice 1914 #maurice #maurice hall #alec scudder #Spotify

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solesurvivorpaigeargot · 3 years

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HOLY HELLO, friends and followers! It's once again that time, time for...

SKETCHY SATURDAY!

This week, we're bringing back one of my favorite types of prompt-- the Quote prompt!

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CW for a lot of colorful language, implied violence, and general vulgarity XD

“Excellence knows no age.”

"Whoa, whoa, calm down-- my metaphorical dick can only get so hard."

"Like... a broken clock is right twice a day, but I feel like I'm insulting the clock with that comparison."

"You know, people in this town have a habit of getting in over their heads... like at the bottom of the ocean."

"What the fuck is that look for?"

"Shhhhh.... the adults are talking."

"I did NOT just spend six days in a hole to NOT get drunk at the first opportunity."

"And whether you believe that... or you're correct, it makes a nice hot take."

“Goddamnit, we fought a revolution so we wouldn’t have to pay any attention to the FUCKING British!

“We plan ahead; that way, we don’t do anything right now."

"If you don't stop smirking at me like that, I'm gonna have to kiss you."

"Shenanigans! I'm calling Shenanigans!!"

"Fuck you guys, I'm going home."

"That would imply some kind of agency-- I assure you, I did not CHOOSE this in any capacity."

"On a scale of one to ten, I think I'm hanging out somewhere in the concept of infinity."

"Got the short end of the stick, so I started beating people with it."

"That was so low on the list of things I expected to happen, it was in another state."

"BALLS TO THE WALL, BOYS!"

“You put a whole new shine on the word overkill.”

"Above my paygrade."

"I'm surrounded by assholes..."

"Besides-- in my professional opinion, the change is an improvement."

"A lifetime of preparation... and I end up a REFUGEE?"

".... are you not wearing pants right now?"

“I want a man with a tattoo on his dick! Have I got the right man?”

“I’m short for my height.”

"This isn't a joke, you shit-sucking asshole!"

"Count to... ten."

"Well that's just recockulous."

“So where the hell is the goddamn golden oldie coming from?”

"I always take my own advice under advisement-- you, on the other hand, should pay a little more goddamn attention."

"Listen, babe-- we've been attacked, chased, shot at, poisoned, and blown up! HOW could it get any WORSE?!"

“It will get colder and colder until we all have to go to hell just to warm up.”

“Broke into the wrong goddamn rec-room, didn’t you, you bastard?!”

“When you need it, and don’t have it, you sing a different tune.”

“I only speak two languages; English and Bad English!”

"[sigh]... 'Yer face' is NOT a numerical value."

“Nothing is impossible, only mathematically improbable.”

“I mean, [insert your faction of choice] offers to give you anything you want and you ask for just two cases of dynamite?”

“People keep giving me rings, but I really think a small death ray would be more practical.”

“Or, or, and this is the really important part, we might not die.”

"Tch, amateurs."

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I A VENOMOUS INTERLUDE

Did y'all know symbrock is canon? Well, now you do. Reader's favourite deadbeat surrogate uncle is in town and he brought a... Friend. No warnings, just a boatload of crack and fluff, as usual. Reader being mouthy. Takes place a little bit into the future - around after chapter 32: spoiler alert is useless because we already know a tonybrucestrange/reader quartet is the endgame. 💖💝✨

"What," I had to pause for a second for my brain to catch up with my eyes. "The fuck?!"

It was truly a miracle I could say anything out loud, at all. Words weren't valid enough to describe my shock and confusion. The scene unfolding in front of me resembled and unholy cross between a B-rated horror movies about demonic possession and some deep-sea Eldritch monstrosity.

The eight-feet tall black, oozing dude in front of me? Yes, you, with the teeth. Ctulhu called, he wants his tentacles back.

The creature honest to god rippled, like some nightmare-fuel goth Jell-O, rapidly shrinking in size within seconds. As more of the black tar-like substance receded, a much more human form started to appear under it. Worn jeans, leather jacket, ungroomed beard and the look of a biker gang member coming off a serious bender.

"Uh, Princess?"

"Eddie. Fucking. Brock. Uncle Idiot." I punctuated each word with an increasing widening of my eyes. The world was fucking nuts. Two and two did not compute - Eddie might have looked threatening to some people - like white suburban Karens - even without the... Gooey squid-on-steroids thing he had going on. The man was built like a fucking brick shithouse, but I knew him way too well. Eddie couldn't be that badass to save a life.

"You two know each other?" Tony shrieked indignantly, a coarseness in his voice that indicated only one thing: my boo was well into his third drink. Hell, I didn't blame him - that gaping toothy maw was fucking gnarly.

Hands on my hips, I caught myself slipping into a mute rage, storming over to the 200lbs worth of pure dumbass and knocking him right in the face. "You! Didn't tell! ME!" A black tendril wrapped around my wrist, carefully but firmly securing it and preventing me from causing my non-related uncle any more physical damage. Although I must admit, my knuckles probably were more affected than his jaw. "You! Are! A MUTANT!!! HOW COULD YOU?! How could you NOT tell ME?"

I trusted the man with my soul and most embarrassing drinking stories. Hell, I called Eddie in a stoned haze the very same night I lost my v-card. I just thought we were bros, you know? I saw his whole fucking life implode more than once and personally flew to California to ice his injuries and his hurt ego countless times. I was done dirty in the worst way.

"I'm not-" Eddie's sigh was long-suffering. "I, uh, I have a parasite..." He sounded meek, in the same way he used to describe his drunkenly misconduct when I made our family driver bail out his ass outta jail in the morning.

"TAKE THAT BACK!" A deep gravelly voice thundered, seemingly coming out of his chest?

"Okay, okay," Eddie smiled. It was strangely soft and un-eddie-like. The only person he smiled like that was... used to be Anne. "This is Venom. They're an alien and we're, uh, a thing. It's a recent development." The tentacle unwrapped itself from me as I took an involuntary step back.

Even barring the fact that Eddie was dating an alien, this was way too fucking weird for 3 o'clock on a Sunday. I always knew the reporter was, for the lack of a better word, a little weird but he really took it to new heights. With Thor and Loki looking... Like that, I could see a human dating some sort of a hot alien. But with Ctulhu looking the way he did just minutes ago? Did Eddie seriously let all of those teeth in close proximity of his dick?

I had a "ERROR 404, common sense not found" hanging over me for the longest time. The others were quiet behind me, too, even Tony - one of my boyfriends, the most likely to cause utter chaos, was hanging back and expecting me to do something.

"Venom," I clarified, just to fill the silence with some noise while my brain processors re-synced.

"WE ARE VENOM." The tentacle that was sleek and black now had two completely white eyes and a smaller-scale version of the toothy grin that had drooled all over the common room carpet. Their voice had an interesting effect: it was so deep, the air around them vibrated slightly when they spoke.

I tilted my head examining the appendage. It was considerably less terrifying when it wasn't five times my size. "What are you?" And most importantly, are you a threat to my favourite non-related family member? I left that statement unspoken although it was obvious I was ready to fight it? Them? If need be.

"A SYMBIOTE," They replied, swaying the head-tentacle slowly. "WE LOVE EDDIE AND KEEP HIM ALIVE AND HEALTHY." So, they understood the actual question.

"Which is fucked up because Klyntar usually behave in the opposite way." Hearing Thor swear was, perhaps, even more unsettling than finding out about the symbiote-alien-boyfriend thing my uncle had going on. The thunderer himself was nursing a jug of golden liquid. The good Asgardian stuff, he must've been really fucking bamboozled.

"Okay. So anybody wanna fill me on the details before I beat up my favourite idiot?" I sighed, pointedly looking at Tony.

"I thought I was your favourite idiot!" He immediately retorted, hurt, but nonetheless opened his arms to give me a grounding embrace. We may have sucked face for a few seconds, because why the hell not, Tony was an amazing kisser and his tongue down my throat was very calming.

"Hold up, what the fuck?" Now it was Eddie's turn to act all offended. "Aren't you a little too young for him?"

"You and your most likely carnivorous goth space pudding can fuck right off if you're not going to be supportive of my very inappropriate, very polyamorous relationship with three incredibly hot boomers," I shot back, slipping into some resemblance of normalcy. Me and Eddie go way, way back and shitting on each other's bad life decisions was the founding stone of our bromance. Hell, he was the guy who showed me the wonders of sarcasm at an early age! Wonderbaum!

"There's three of them?" Eddie's voice pitched and he gaped, palming his face.

"SHE HAS A POINT, EDDIE. WE EAT PEOPLE. BEING UNSUPPORTIVE WOULD MAKE US LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE." Eddie's buddy stated, sounding almost fed up. So, they were sentient enough to recognize how much of a pain in the ass Eddie could be. I could work with that, disregarding the cannibalism comment, of course. What the fuck was up with that?

"Yes, Eddie, I also periodically bump uglies and trade disgustingly sweet text messages with the Hulk and a badass wizard," I rolled my eyes at the reporter's following gasp and angry muttering. "Venom, I like you."

"WE RETURN THE SENTIMENT. YOUR CHOICE IN MATES IS VERY WISE, CONSIDERING YOU ARE A WEAK MORSEL. THEY CAN PROTECT YOU."

"Shut up, Squid. I'll still kick your motherfucking ass if you hurt Eddie."

The emo space goo laughed, a terse scratching noise, showing way, way too many teeth for me to feel comfortable but I allowed myself to be placed on the couch between Tony and Eddie nonetheless. The initial shock of seeing a talking octopod with fangs passed quickly - I've seen Stephen's "trophies" he brought from his otherworldly journeys and Lovecraftian horrors were, honestly, pretty low on the gross/creepy scale.

"Both of you, explain. For the love of fuck," Tony sighed, emotionally exhausted and drained of his usual bravado.

"Eddie was my dad's friend until he moved to Cali, I've know him for fifteen years, give or take. He taught me how to ride a bike and bake the best pot brownies," I shrugged. There wasn't much to say. "I visited him whenever I could but you know, with school and then you guys, there wasn't that much time to iron out the details." I have Eddie a death glare, pointing to Venom's floaty head with my eyes.

Eddie nodded. "What she said..." And then launched an elaborate tale about some company called Life Foundation, some evil dude named Drake and his own alien pudding named Carnage, who was one ugly motherfucker judging by Eddie's and Venom's combined "ew" face, their aching need for human brains to survive and other, more trivial things, like mental breakdowns in a lobster tank and getting dumped by a fiancé and eating their way through a HYDRA base after being captured and tortured. What a wild fucking ride.

"Sounds like you had a rough year," Everybody's dumbfounded silence was ended by Tony who took a slow swig of his whiskey before speaking.

"Yeah, no shit," Eddie muttered, twisting his black coated fingers in elaborate but frankly pretty shapes. His alien wrapped around his neck like a tube scarf and additional tentacles appeared between Eddie's hands, gently prying them open and enveloping them in a sort of a hug? It was hard to compute, the black mass appeared to be totally amorphous.

"How's your anxiety?" I asked, damn well knowing Eddie's mind tended to run like Tony's: zero to sixty in point five with no clear destination. Having an alien inside of him must've really thrown Eddie for a loop.

"It's, uh, better. Venom helps," The reporter admitted, still staring at his hands but the crease between his brows had disappeared and the expression he wore was kind of fond.

"Good. You know, Venom," I thoughtfully addressed the definitely sentient creature. "Eddie is a bigger dumbass than me, which is saying something. You ought to keep a really close eye on him. If not for me, he'd probably be dead from alcohol poisoning, like, years ago."

"WE ARE AWARE. WE CAN ACCESS EDDIE'S MEMORIES." A head manifested itself on a thicker tentacle, floating over to look me in the face but maintaining a respectful distance and staying out of my personal space bubble. "AND WE ARE THANKFUL. EDDIE IS THE PERFECT HOST. WE LOVE EDDIE."

I felt the corner of my mouth tilt upwards at the alien's proclamation. It was child-like in its blunt honesty but carried a certain weight with it. It told me whoever tries to separate those two in any way would get eaten faster than they could say "SIKE!". And honestly? I would help Venom hide the evidence.

"I literally had you for thirty minutes but I would kill everybody and then myself if you two got hurt. This is too soft, I can't." I snorted, extending a curious hand towards Venom. They looked so shiny. I had to touch them.

And they let me. Venom butted their head into my palm and let me gently run my fingers over their slightly cool, slippery flesh. It felt like putting my hands on a surprisingly sturdy yet bouncy piece of flubber. I purposely avoided the small maw and the endless rows of sharp teeth but managed to accidentally brush against something rough and scratchy - as it turned out, the Symbiote had a very long, very dexterous tongue. And didn't that give me a bunch of interesting mental images.

"Oh my God, NO!" Wanda moaned from somewhere, the voice mortified and disgusted.

"Why are you touching the people-eating alien?" Bruce yelped, entering the room with several people in tow. The scientist looked worried, a little bit green around the edges. The tablet in his hands beeped periodically, signifying the ongoing sciencing bender he was in process of.

"WE WOULD NOT EAT THIS HUMAN. WE ARE FOND OF THE MORSEL." Venom defended, well, venomously. Eddie wisely choose to stay silent, trading a knowing look with Tony.

Stephen Strange sighed, briefly closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose with a jagged movement. "One day, Princess, one day you will stop collecting people that are obviously bad for your health and your future. That, or space in the tower will simply run out." With a deeper, calmer sigh, the sorcerer landed in front of me on the floor, sitting cross-legged and subtly begging for a head scratch. Which meant just placing his always neatly trimmed curls under my free hand. His jealousy was about as subtle as a foot in the face.

"I'll just ask Tony to build more floors, duh," I rolled my eyes with force at the obvious solution, giving into Steph's demands, beginning to card through his hair. It was calming both of us, really.

Bruce came over to give me a kiss and my other boyfriends didn't even grumble about the scientist placing himself in my lap, crawling over both Tony and Stephen to get comfortable.

Our dynamic was unconventional and more than a little weird, but it worked for us and the rest of the team most certainly didn't complain about the vast decrease in conflict that came with the territory. Come to think of it, all of us were more tactile than just a group of friends sharing a house and I was very much on board with that. None of us except select few (looking at you, mister doctor) were hugged enough as children and we were making up for it in spades right fucking now.

"Girl has a type," Wanda remarked, like the messy little shit she was. I stuck out my tongue in retaliation.

The Avengers' brain trust began talking about Venom's slightly inconvenient diet that directly resulted in multiple felonies for one Edward Brock, and as much as I tried to follow the flow and make my own, however feeble, contributions to the scientific side of the conversation, the new life form was much more interesting. I asked Venom several questions and they deemed them acceptable enough to answer - which evolved on both of us absolutely geeking out over the differences in our physiology. The space pudding didn't hold back one bit, insulting the inferior human biology with gleeful gusto.

"They need a chemical called phenethylamine," Bruce sighed, having deduced it through discussion since Venom and Eddie both protested aggressively against any kind of invasive testing. "I can synthesize it. No more head-chomping, no more murder."

It made perfect sense. Except it didn't. "Brucie-bear, you're a brilliant fucking scientist but a shit psychologist." I interrupted whatever came next. "Venom is a person, like me and you and, yes, even Hulk. Tell me this: if you found a way to get rid of Hulk, would you stop sciencing in the gamma radiation field?" I looked my boyfriend straight in the eyes, hoping for a spark of common sense. "Do you see my point? You science, Tony engineers, Steve draws and Clint bakes. Venom hunts. It's who they are, you can't give them a pill to make it go away."

The weight of my word landed in the room like lead, heavy. The only source of sound was the TV, playing the news quietly in the background for the longest time. Those few minutes felt like hours until Thor expectantly turned towards Eddie/Venom.

"IT IS SO. WE ARE AFRAID WE CANNOT INFLUENCE OUR INSTINCT TO HUNT PREY. KLYNTAR ARE APEX PREDATORS." The little black goop sounded almost apologetic. It was hard to hear undertones with their voice being so deep and grating. "BUT WE CAN TRY." Okay, I could totally hear the hope. Finding out the Eldritch horror could make puppy eyes was... Terrifying, to be honest, because they fucking worked.

"Got any better ideas?" Tony asked me sarcastically.

"I do, actually." I leveled a look with Natasha. She understood. "HYDRA goons. The aliens that, for some reason, keep invading New York every month or so. Stephen's adventures in Hell. Do I need to continue?"

"Wait, hold on," Steve raised his palms. "We don't kill HYDRA, we deposit them in SHIELD custody."

I snorted at the naïve Captain. "And what do you think happens to them there? Did you honestly think they just let torturing, murdering, world-domination planning psychos back on the streets?"

Steve frowned in confusion. "They go to prison?"

Natasha choose that moment to step up. "It's not uncommon for them to possess certain enhancements to be deemed too dangerous to be released back into society. Some of them are low-tier mutants and inhumans. Trust me, Steve, the lethal injection is a much more humane treatment than solitary life imprisonment in a ultra-high security prison." Romanoff stated with a trace of compassion. "And some mutants, we can't contain for prolonged periods of time." She added quietly, looking away.

Rogers was staring blankly into the wall, mulling over the information in his head. His intensive thought process was plainly visible on his face. I heard about some kind of fiasco with HYDRA agents suicide-bombing a city in Europe few years ago and Steve was there, along with Wanda and Sam.

"Venom is a whole person, and even if they look like they could be the main character in Call of Ctulhu video game, we can't just disregard them like they are some kind of badly behaving pet. They're my honorary uncle's boyf-sorry-significant other, for fuck's sake," I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation. "Y'all should know I don't fuck with people who give shit to one of my own. Don't disappoint me like that." I finished, feeling more tired than I had in months. I didn't regret giving into the found family dynamic, however I didn't exactly sign up for hard choices like them vs my long lost uncle, y'know?

Great, now I had a headache and three very concerned boyfriends glaring at me for unknown reasons. The urge to pace always manifested strongly within me as the emotional atmosphere rose in the room. With Bruce dangling off my lap, I couldn't do even that and I felt the restlessness blossom into irritation more and more with each passing second of my existence.

Eddie remained silent, looking down. Venom had mostly receded into the reporter's body, save for a few tentacles tightly wrapped around Eddie's palm.

"Alright," Steve suddenly said. "We can work with that."

"Princess, you look like you're either going to cry or yell any second," Bruce said softly, squeezing my shoulder and pulling me closer.

I immediately hid my face in his chest, taking several deep, shaky breaths. "Eddie is family. Y'all are family. It's terrifying to have to choose between the two." I said, after a brief moment of hesitation.

The reporter made some sort of a choked gasp, quickly masking it with a cough - I knew him way too well to miss the way he was fighting back tears of his own. Bruce understood, he really did understand me - hopped off my lap and let me hug Eddie properly, my happy-sad tears soaking through the collar of his tee.

"You're, uh, welcome to stay. I'll have a guest room prepared." Tony cleared his throat, passing his half-finished glass to Stephen who swallowed the liquid in one gulp. My boyfriends were so fucking emotionally illiterate. Disaster humans.

Huh, I really did have a type.

Later that night, I made the mistake of barging into Eddie's room with a bottle of really fancy whiskey I liberated from Tony's overstocked liquor cabinet. Visiting my uncle and boozing and smoking on the balcony, for old times sake, was my plan and...

I failed the mission successfully.

I didn't bother knocking. As soon as I saw a pair of bare feet, my eyes traveled further up on the couch on their own volition. There were so many tentacles, a writhing, oozing silky black mass and Eddie was making sounds, unmistakable noises-

"UNSEE. UNSEE. OH MY GOD, UNSEE, UNSEE." I stumbled back into the common room shivering.

"What happened, is everything okay?" Bucky stood up as soon as he saw me enter the doorway with my face scrunched in a grimace of regret. I felt like I've gone through the five stages of grief in the shortest time possible for a human being.

Somwhere, I heard Wanda's sudden moan full of pain and misery. "Please, stop THINKING about it!"

"Brain bleach, oh my God," I cringed. "Where's the Clorox?! I have decided I don't need my eyeballs-"

"Oooh," Tony's proverbial lightbulb lit up. The engineer sounded like he was about five seconds away from building a space ship and permanently moving to another planet. "They're together-together..." Tony intercepted me nonetheless, doing the most effective thing to make me stop speaking and thinking bullshit. He kissed me. With lots of tongue.

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