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alloftheimaginesblog · 3 years

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Life Without Colour {Steve/Plus Size Reader/Bucky}

Soulmate AU: Your vision is in black and white until you meet your soulmate. You and your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, aren’t each others soulmates but you love each other. He introduces you to his friends, the Avengers, and a very odd thing happens.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Plus Size Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Female Reader

Inspired by a tiktok trend lmao. i don’t usually enjoy love triangles, i find it unfair but couldn’t get this idea out of my head.

i might make this a series??? what do we think??

PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

Life with Steve was a comfortable life. It was a good life; full of love, affection and happiness. You’d always felt like something was missing and something was missing. You hadn’t seen colour yet. When you met Steve, you knew that you weren’t soulmates yet he asked you out anyway and you said yes despite knowing that. You almost hated the life of soulmates and the fact that you had one soulmate, what if they lived miles and miles away? What if they were dead? What if you never met them? There were too many questions and not enough answers. You knew of some people who never met their soulmate and their vision was always in black and white. You also knew of some people who had been in large crowds or had been drunk, met their soulmate or at least glanced at their soulmate and either couldn’t find them in the crowd or the next day didn’t know who they were and there was no telling of who it could be because their vision was already colourful. So yeah, you weren’t a fan of the soulmate thing.

Steve had met his soulmate, it was Peggy Carter. The moment he met her as he stood in the line up in the army and she scoped them out, his world flooded with colour and so did hers. He hadn’t hidden this from you at all and you admired that; you admired his honestly. He smiled on your first date when he noticed you were apprehensive, “We’re not soulmates, it’s okay.” You relaxed then, “I like to think that there’s more than just one person out there for me. I like to choose my own destiny.”

It wasn’t long before you were in a committed relationship with him. He was like a breath of fresh air, so caring and kind and you had never been in love like this before. Steve was the closest thing to a soulmate as you’d had. You wished that he was your soulmate, it would ease your mind so much and it would have made your life so much easier. People didn’t think you and Steve should be together, you were regularly met with comments like, ‘You’re just setting up for heartache when you find your soulmate.’

You and Steve had spoken about what would happen if your world flooded with colour and you met your soulmate. Honestly, you’d expected a fight to break out but Steve was so kind about it and so level headed, unlike anything or anyone you’d ever seen before. ‘It would hurt me but I said on our first date that we weren’t soulmates. I love you, (y/n), and I want to spend the rest of my life with you but I trust you. I would trust that you would be open with me and let me know what you want to do. I can’t stop you from being with your soulmate so if you wanted to get to know them and see where it goes then I wouldn’t stop you. I just want you to be happy and I don’t want to hold you back from it. Just know that I love you and I believe in us.’ You told him that no matter what, you loved him first and he meant everything to you.

Life with Steve was good. You’d been dating for the best part of a year now and things were going good. You’d met most of the team and regularly met up with Sam and Nat, two of Steve’s closest friends. Steve told you all about his past, he told you all about Peggy and all about Bucky and you loved hearing stories of his past. The way Steve spoke of Peggy made you a little jealous but you couldn’t compete with his soulmate besides, he loved you. He was with you, planning a life and future with you, so you didn’t mind when he reminisced. You hadn’t met Bucky yet but you’d heard all about him. He was laying low in Wakanda, Steve told you, to try and undo the mind control that HYDRA had done to him.

‘I can’t wait to meet him one day,’ you said with a smile, ‘I can’t wait to hear all of his stories about you growing up.’ Oh how you would grow to regret saying that.

It was at Tony’s birthday party that your whole entire world changed and that is where this story begins.

“Do I look okay?” You asked Steve as you walked out from the bedroom. You wore a dress that was a little tighter than what you’d normally opt for, it showed off more curves; hugging your larger stomach and your back rolls.

Steve grinned at you, “Beautiful, sweetheart. I love that dress on you.”

“You don’t look half bad yourself, Captain.” He was so handsome, with that gorgeous smile and his hair styled to perfection. He wore black suit and tie, “My god, my boyfriend is the hottest man alive.”

Steve laughed as you approached him, planting a kiss on your forehead, “My god, my girlfriend is the most beautiful girl alive.”

You looked up at him, wishing that you could stare into his blue eyes and see the shade of them, “I love you, Steve.”

“I love you, too.” A large part of him wished that you had seen colour when you saw him, in fact the majority of him wished that. Deep down, he worried what would happen if you met your soulmate. He trusted you, god he really did, but it worried him. He hadn’t loved like this since Peggy and when he lost her, it almost broke him and he didn’t know if he could do that again.

He kissed you softly and pulled away all too soon. People didn’t understand your relationship, they always questioned whether or not you could be in love with someone that wasn’t your soulmate and the answer you told them was always yes, you can be in love with someone who isn’t your soulmate. Soulmate didn’t mean romantic, soulmate could be platonic too. You told them that you got butterflies whenever Steve kissed you, you missed him every time he was gone, you thought of him all the time and you knew; you knew that he was made for you. People just didn’t understand.

“Let’s go, love,” Steve said as he pulled away, “I gotta show you off and tell the world how beautiful my girlfriend is.” He just always knew exactly what to say, always knew how to lift you up and make you feel confident. Being a plus size woman dating Steve Rogers, America’s hunkiest superhero, it always made you feel a little insecure. When reporters or tabloids took a photo of the two of you together, the comments would always talk about you not being good enough for Steve. The media was a toxic place, that favoured white skinny people and hated everyone else. Your weight did not define your beauty or your worth. You were beautiful and you demanded respect. Steve was good for reminding you of that fact. He had been the one to tell you to wear this dress, he had told you that you looked like a Greek goddess and that Aphrodite herself would be jealous.

You had been to a few of Tony Stark’s parties before and each was always grander and wilder than the previous. This time though he had promised that it would be more intimate than the previous ones. Usually, half the city piled into the Stark Industries turned Avengers Tower and partied until dawn so you didn’t trust him when he said that it would be a more private event.

Low and behold, Tony Stark had been telling the truth! There were maybe one hundred to one hundred and fifty guests, which was still a lot but it was a lot of people you knew. A lot of SHIELD employees were there, Maria, Fury, the guy that played Galactica (you really should learn his name). Tony had invited the team, family, friends, reporters and even... “Is that Paris Hilton?”

“Yeah,” Tony said, appearing at your back, “I built some tech for her dog Tinkerbell so that she could talk to her years ago. She’s pretty cool.”

“My god.”

“Welcome,” Tony grinned, “Champagne?” He asked, snapping his finger and suddenly, a waiter came to you and offered you and Steve two glasses of champagne. You took one and sipped at it, “Love that dress, (y/n), love the colour.” Tony winked at you before getting caught in a conversation with Pepper.

You looked down at your dress, “Yeah, love the colour,” you muttered sardonically. Steve glanced at you, feeling a pang of sadness for you, before pointing over to Nat and Sam. Natasha smiled at you, complimenting your dress and your hair.

“Steve said the colour goes well with my eyes. He said that it’s red.” you said with a smile.

Nat looked at your sadly, “Still nothing?”

You shook your head, “No. I mean, I’m half hoping that I’ll wake up one morning, look at Steve and it’ll happen. I wish it could’ve been him.”

You and Nat had become close over the year, she was funny and kind and she always made you feel better about anything that was going on. She could also be stubborn and sarcastic but she was such a good friend, “Anyway, enough about me,” you said with a smile, “Bruce made a move yet?”

Natasha smiled as she looked over to Bruce, “Uh, yeah, actually.”

“Shut up!” You grinned, taking another sip of your drink, “When? What happened?!”

“He asked me on a date.”

As Natasha spilled the beans on her and Banner’s painfully slow budding relationship, you hadn’t noticed someone walking up to Steve who stood a few feet away and hugged him. You didn’t notice Steve’s laughter and comment of, “It’s so good to see you, man.”

After a few minutes, Steve interrupts you and Natasha, “Sorry, sweetheart, there’s someone really important that I want you to meet.”

You cock your head, “Sure, who is it?”

You can’t see them, Steve’s figure hides whoever it is. Steve grins and you can tell whoever it is is super important to him, “(y/n), I’d love for you to meet my best friend. (y/n) meet Bucky and Bucky meet (y/n).”

Steve steps to the side and your eyes look up and suddenly, you’re staring into the most intense blue eyes, “Bucky...” You whisper as colour floods your senses. The black and white fades from view and instead, colour floods into your vision. There he is, Bucky, the best friend of your boyfriend and apparently... your soulmate.

Oh, fuck.

Bucky’s smile falls as colour floods into his vision and he finds himself staring into your eyes, the first colour that he saw; the first face he’d seen in colour; his soulmate. The two of you stare at the other, unable to move or speak. Steve watches the two of you curiously, “You two okay? Don’t tell me you hate each other already.” You didn’t know what to do. How could you tell your boyfriend that his best friend was your soulmate? You couldn’t. You knew that it would crush Steve. You open your mouth but nothing comes out.

It’s Bucky who forces himself to look away from you and clears his throat, a smile plastered on his face, “No, just surprised that you never mentioned how beautiful (y/n) is.” He’s handsome, you’d known that for ages by all of the photos that Steve had shown you but he’s really handsome with a tanned complexion and short dark hair. His eyes were a deep shade of (what you would soon learn to be) blue and they were lovely. They looked sad; haunted almost and had such intensity that it made you feel self-conscious the longer you stared at each other. He wore dark pants and a white shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, his metal arm glinting in the light. Bucky Barnes was your soulmate.

Steve’s arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into his side as he presses a kiss to your forehead, “I’ve heard so much about you,” you say, forcing a smile, “Steve talks about you all the time.”

Bucky extends his hand, almost unsure whether he wants to make physical contact with you. You look at his hand and up to his eyes before extending your own hand and shaking it. He has a firm handshake with calloused hands from years of dealing with weapons and you let go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. There wasn’t a spark or that electricity that people talk about. People described touching their soulmate like being shocked yet it was just a hand and it was just for a second.

Bucky smiles as he drops his hand, “I hope it’s all good stuff he’s been saying.”

“Of course,” you say, “I thought you were Wakanda though.”

“I was,” Bucky nods, “but I’ve been free from HYDRA for a few months now and I felt confident enough to come home again.”

“Even got a new haircut,” Steve grins, reaching out to ruffle Bucky’s newly cropped in hair.

Bucky rolls his eyes, “You remember when you were the five foot four scrawny kid that could barely reach my head if you reached up? I miss that.”

Your head hurts from all of the bright colours; so many bright colours all around you that made you wince. You didn’t know how people just adapted to the bright colours. There were so many and you didn’t know what their names were, “Excuse me, I’m just going to get some air.”

You turned on your heel and left, trying to ignore Bucky’s eyes that bore into the side of your skull and instead walked towards Tony’s balcony. You could feel your breathing quicken as your heels tapped on the marble floors as panic rose in your chest along with an overwhelming sense of guilt.

Turning the handle, you opened the balcony doors and slipped out. Thankfully no one else was here so you were free to express whatever emotion you wanted. You looked out at the city, away from the party, as you let yourself feel. The city was beautiful, overwhelmingly so. Your hands trembled as they clung to the railing, terrified of what was going to happen next. Bucky Barnes, Steve’s best friend, was your soulmate. Out of the seven billion people in the world and your soulmate just had to be your boyfriend’s best friend.

Your breathing was ragged as you tried to calm down your sense of panic as bile rose in your throat. Squeezing your eyes closed, you breathed in deeply through your nose, “You’re okay,” you whispered to yourself, repeating the mantra over and over.

You were so focused that you didn’t realise someone else had stepped outside with you and were approaching you, “Look at the sky,” the voice said; the voice that made a shiver creep down your spine, “It’s okay, just look to the sky, (y/n).”

Opening your eyes, you looked to the sky. You didn’t need to look to know that it was Bucky, “The night sky is the same as it always was; still dark with white stars. Slow your breathing down and focus on the stars.” You did as he instructed, forcing yourself to breathe slower and deeper and forcing yourself to look only at the stars. It was minutes later when your breathing was slow that you felt confident enough to look out at the city, “How you feeling?”

“Overwhelmed,” was all you said.

Bucky nodded, leaning against the railing and looking out, “They’re amazing, aren’t they?” He asked, sparing you a glance, “Colours, I mean. I have no idea what each one is. I don’t know what’s blue or red or green but they’re beautiful.”

You nodded, “Yeah... What colour of eyes do you have?”

“I’ve been told blue, why?”

You pointed, “That colour. That billboard that’s talking about pizza. That’s blue. It’s the same colour as your eyes.” It was a lovely shade of blue actually; a deeper, more intense blue.

Bucky pointed to a flashing light across the way, “That’s the same colour as your dress.”

“Red. Steve told me that this dress is red.” You looked over at the light, “I’m too scared to look at the dress. It doesn’t feel right. He bought me this dress, he compliments how well it suits me and I’ve just discovered colour with his best friend.”

“I know... It’s the last thing I wanted or thought would happen.”

“Honestly, I would’ve preferred my soulmate be Loki, no offense, but that would’ve been much easier than this.”

Bucky laughed slightly, “I’ll drink to that.” He drained the rest of his champagne before setting it down on the ledge, “Steve told me all about you. Whenever we’d call, all he wanted to talk about was you.”

“All Steve liked to talk about was you,” you said to him, “I suppose we’re the greatest loves of his life right here, Peggy aside.”

He raised his eyebrows, “Told you about Peggy, huh?” You responded with an ‘of course’. Silence falls on the two of you and it’s Bucky who breaks the silence a minute later, “Look, it’s gonna be awkward. We can try and pretend this isn’t there but we’ll always know but... I won’t tell him if you don’t.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, “Shouldn’t we tell him?”

Bucky shrugs, “If that’s what you want.” I don’t know what I want right now. I want to have never met you, Bucky Barnes. I want to go home and to curl into bed with my boyfriend. I want black and white vision back, “This would... destroy him. I don’t know if I’m prepared to tell him, not yet at least. Could you?”

You thought about it, going through scenarios in your head, “I want to but... I don’t want hurt him.”

Bucky nods and looks out towards the cityscape again, “So, it’s decided. We keep it a secret and don’t worry, we can try and avoid each other and pretend that nothing’s happened... Deal?”

You nod, “Bucky... I’m sorry.” You didn’t know why you apologised but you felt a pang of guilt that you’re his soulmate and nothing can happen between the two of you.

Bucky laughs but you notice that it seems a little forced, “If only I’d met you first, doll, eh?” You laugh with him slightly, only quiet and only for a second, “I’m sorry too. This isn’t easy so I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want you to avoid me like I’m the plague,” you tell him, “I don’t want Steve to get suspicious but he’ll get suspicious if we’re never around each other...” Bucky nods and tells you that he understands, “My god, it’s all a bit complicated.”

You feel a pang of guilt again that you’d be hiding it from Steve but it’s for the best. At least for just now until you and Bucky kind of understood everything and got a hang of the new world in front of you. You didn’t want to lie to him but you couldn’t tell him this... not yet anyway. Bucky mirrors you and sighs, “It’s for the best.” He nods, “We’ll tell him eventually...”

Bucky gives you one last smile before he turns and leaves. He pauses and walks back over to you, “It’s nice to finally meet you, (y/n).” He says sincerely, “You really are beautiful, Steve’s a lucky guy.”

You look up at Bucky and you know that anyone would kill for him to be their soulmate, “It’s nice to meet you too, Bucky,” you say, voice barely louder than a whisper, “It’s nice to finally know who my soulmate is even if it can never happen.”

He takes a breath before going inside and it’s then that you finally look down at your dress. The colour surprises you, it’s bright yet dark and deep and rich and it’s beautiful. Steve had done a good job picking this one out. You lift your head and notice Steve approaching from inside.

You turn your back to him, taking a deep breath, before he’s beside you, “I saw the two of you talking,” he says happily, “You like him?”

You turn to him, about to say something when you falter. His eyes. His marvellous blue eyes. They were a few shades lighter than Bucky’s, brighter. You find yourself melting into them. You love them. Steve says your name, snapping you out of your trance, “Sorry, champagne went straight to my head. Uh, yeah, he’s lovely,” you say with a quick smile, “He thinks really highly of you, Steve.”

Steve grins, “I’m so glad that the two of you get along, I was so worried in case you didn’t. I was even worried in case it turned out that you two were soulmates because Bucky sees black and white too!” Steve laughs and you want to cry. You want to blurt out the truth; you should have told him. Dear god, you should have told him then and there but you don’t. Instead you force a laugh and laugh with him. Steve notices nothing.

You talk for a few more minutes before you tell him that you’re really tired and have a migraine coming. It’s not a lie. “Can we go home?” Steve nods, shrugging his suit jacket off and draping it over your shoulders.

“Let’s go.” He leads you back inside and you find yourself unable to look at anything other than the floor, “Let me say bye to everyone first, okay?” He presses a kiss to your temple before weaving through the crowd to find the team and say bye. He’s back barely a moment later and as your leaving you accidentally bump into something hard; really hard.

“Jesus!” You hiss, grabbing your shoulder.

“Shit, sorry-” It’s Bucky. Of course it is. Of course. You can barely look him in the the eye longer than a second, “You okay? I promise the other one isn’t that hard.”

Steve mimics his question of asking if you’re okay, you nod, “Yeah, I’m okay. Sorry, I’ve got a migraine, didn’t see you.”

“You know, I have a migraine coming on too,” Bucky says, rubbing his head. That was what finally seeing colour did to you, you supposed. “You two heading home?”

Steve nods, “Yeah... What about hanging out some point this week?” He asks Bucky, “You could come for dinner... Sunday?” Steve looks to you, “We’re not busy, are we?” You shake your head.

Bucky glances at you almost looking for your approval before he answers. You give the tiniest of nods and Bucky relaxes, “Yeah, sure. Sunday sounds great.”

Steve grins and the pair hug, “I’ll text you tomorrow and we’ll set it up.”

As the pair say their goodbyes, you look up at Bucky, meeting those blue eyes. God, you just need to go home and sleep. Maybe this is all a bad dream, maybe tomorrow you’ll wake up and everything will be black and white again and the guilt will be gone. You muster up the strength to say goodbye to Bucky before Steve leads you out of Stark Tower.

It’s a long car ride home and you’re only fifteen minutes away in a car. The drive is long and all you can think about is Bucky, nothing romantic but more you couldn’t believe that your soulmate is Bucky. The universe is fucked up; getting off on causing the biggest love triangle of the 21st century.

Steve asks if you’re okay and all you can say is, “Tired.” He frowns at you, knowing something’s bothering you. He knows you the best out of anyone on his planet so he knows exactly when something’s wrong. He puts it down to the migraine and tiredness but there’s something niggling in the back of his mind as he drives you both home, something that makes him think that something else is wrong and bothering you.

As soon as you get to Steve’s apartment, you kick off your shoes and ask him to unzip you. He does and immediately, you step out of your dress and go to put some pyjamas on. He picks up your dress and follows you into the bedroom, “Are you sure that nothing is wrong?”

You sigh, “I’m fine, really. This migraine is just doing a number on me and I’m tired. I think I just need to sleep.” Steve lets you get dressed and brush your teeth. When you come back into the bedroom, he’s in bed waiting for you with a bottle of water and some migraine tablets, “God, I love you, Steve Rogers.” You take the medication and the water and set it down on the bedside cabinet.

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead once you’re settled into bed, “Get some sleep, sweetheart. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

Something you always envied about Steve was his ability to fall asleep quickly. He always said that it was a perk of the super solider serum. Within three minutes, Captain America is snoring beside you, arms wrapped around you tightly. You try to sleep but all you can think about, all you see when you close your eyes is Bucky’s piercing dark eyes staring into your soul. When you do get to sleep, those blue eyes haunt you.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky can’t get your face out of his head. He lays on the floor of his apartment, the cold wood cooling the heat of his body. He can’t stop thinking about you. After years of wondering who his soulmate is he can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that it’s his best friends girl. Bucky sighs and rolls over.

If only I met you first, doll, eh?

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Marvel Fans 4 BLM - Rules and FAQ!

What is Marvel Fans 4 BLM?

Marvel Fans 4 BLM is a charity auction where fans offer works in exchange for donations. Our focus is to raise money for various Black Lives Matter organizations as well as focus on creating content for Black Marvel characters.

Who is allowed to participate?

All fans from any and all Marvel fandoms are welcome! We ask that if you are under 18, you do not offer or request explicit rated content.

How does it work?

Creators sign up to offer their works. Bidders then pledge donation amounts in auction-style. The winning bidder donates their pledged amount to a charity; once that donation is confirmed, the creator starts, uh, creating!

What is the schedule?

Monday 15 June - Sunday 28 June: Creator Sign Ups

Monday 29 June - Sunday 5 July: Browsing Week

Monday 6 July - Sunday 12 July: Auction Week

Sunday 19 July: Proof of Donations Due

Sunday 15 November: Check-In

Sunday 31 January 2021: Fanworks Due

More FAQ, Rules, and Resources under the cut!

What items are acceptable for creators to offer?

All creations should be centered around one or more canon Black characters in any Marvel fandom (movies, comics, TV - any Marvel adaptations!). Other characters are welcome to join the fun, as long as they are not the main focus. Shipping and Gen content alike are welcome! Creations accepted are:

- Fanfic

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If you’d like to offer something not listed, feel free to ask.

I wanna be a creator! Tell me more!

More details will be shared at each stage, but here’s an outline to get you started!

Creator sign-ups run from Monday 15 June to Sunday 28 June. You’ll sign up via a Google form and there you can specify what type of fanwork(s) you are offering with some relevant details like characters, pairings, and content you are willing to create in addition to other notes for bidders to see!

As well as fundraising for important causes, this event is intended to create new content for our favorite Black Marvel characters. With that in mind, we will not accept any previously published or created works. The exception to this is physical goods and crafts.

After the auction closes, we will put you in touch with the highest bidder and from there you two work together to create something great! Once you have your bidder’s prompt, you’ll have until 31 January 2021 to complete your work for them. We’ll have a check-in on 15 November but it’s up to you to follow through by the 2021 deadline. Unfortunately, failure to complete by the deadline will mean you will be unable to participate in future events - until you meet your obligation to your bidder.

You can offer up to three works for auction, but please be honest and respect your limits. We want both creators and bidders to end with a complete work and enjoy the process! For physical goods, it is up to you and your bidder to decide how to handle shipping - keep this in mind when setting your starting bidding price.

After posting, you can tag us in and any works that follow our rules will be included in our AO3 collection and featured on our Tumblr!

I wanna be a bidder! Tell me more!

From 29 June through 5 July, you will be able to view all items up for bid, as well as check out each creator’s other works to get a feel for what they can do. You may also reach out to contact individual creators if you have questions. We recommend that if you have a specific idea in mind, or a rarepair, or something the creator has never done before, that you reach out and confirm they will be able to fulfil your request before you bid on them.

From 6 July through 12 July, bidding will be open. All bids will be placed in US dollars, with a $5 minimum starting bid and a $2 minimum incremental bid. Bidding will not be anonymous. Group bids are welcome.

You may bid on as many items as you like, but please keep in mind that you cannot retract a bid, so make sure you can commit to donating the amount(s) that you bid. You may donate to any of our approved organizations listed below, or ask the mods for approval to donate to another cause that is working towards BLM goals.

For physical fanworks, whether or not your final bid includes shipping will be up to the creator. Once we receive confirmation of the donation, we’re no longer responsible for communication between creators and bidders. Be aware that for physical fanworks, creators will need your address to send you the item. If you aren’t comfortable giving out personal information, we suggest you bid on other auctions instead.

Once the auction is over, we will confirm the final amount for your winning bid(s); do not donate until you receive this confirmation. As soon as we have proof of your donation (pdf receipt that shows date, organization, and amount, all other info can be redacted) we will put you in touch with your creator. At this point, it is up to the two of you to work out how you’d like to proceed to ensure that the bid is fulfilled by 31 January 2021.

If you don’t hear from your creator after we connect you, please reach out to them yourself! If it has been a couple of months and you haven’t heard from them at all despite your efforts to get in touch, let us know and we’ll try to contact your creator on your behalf or help you assess the situation. Unfortunately, there’s always an inherent risk that a creator may fall through for various reasons. If this happens, we hope that knowing that you donated money to support an amazing cause will lessen the disappointment of not receiving a promised fanwork.

Remember that this event is designed to create content for Black Marvel characters, so please be sure to keep your requested works aligned with our Content & Conduct guidelines.

What charities will be supported?

We want participants to feel connected to where their efforts are going. There are multiple organizations linked in our Resources section below, along with master list sites that are updated regularly as new donation opportunities arise.

Creators will be allowed to specify up to three sites that they’d like their winning bidder to support with their donation. Any of the sites or organizations linked in our Resources section are acceptable. Creators can also decline to list a preference, and their winning bidder will be permitted to donate to any of the sites or organizations linked in our Resources section.

We are also open to suggestions! Other donation opportunities requested by the creator and vetted by the mods will be welcome.

Can I sign up to provide more than one offering? Can I sign up as a creator and a bidder? Can I bid on more than one offering?

The answer to all of these is an enthusiastic yes! Creators can make up to three offerings. Just be sure not to spread yourself too thin; we want everyone to have a successful participation. Do not agree to participate, either as a creator or a bidder, unless you are absolutely committed to following through.

Content & Conduct

This event is designed to spotlight Black characters in a positive way. This doesn’t mean we require fluff, smiles, and happy endings, but it does mean that for this event, we require that you think critically about what you are presenting and how that representation fits within the larger context of the way fandom treats characters of color.

All creations must be centered around one or more canon Black characters, meaning they must be the main focus of the story, artwork, etc. They should not be sidelined in favor of other characters, and if there is any shipping (which is not required, Gen creations are more than welcome) they should be in the main pairing.

This event is designed specifically to support BLM and therefore we expect all participants and creations to align with the values of the movement. To that end, we ask that you do not create or request fanworks that celebrate law enforcement or the military. This is not the appropriate event for a cop AU or similar. For characters canonically affiliated with law enforcement or the military, be critical of how those institutions are portrayed, as well as how BIPOC are treated by and within those institutions.

Some additional points to keep in mind:

- Some Marvel characters have canonical physical, mental, and emotional disabilities - including invisible ones like chronic pain and mental illness. These should be treated respectfully, with due diligence given to portraying their lived experience.

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disappointingacademicgenius · 3 years

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Tales of Arcadia au: life is chaotic.

it's called like that because I don't know what to call it, I accept recommendations for au names

This Au takes everything canon but nothing at the same time because ... well Jim reset the timelines.

In this story actually when Jim goes back in time everyone who directly affected to beat the bad guys remember his story at the same time, it means all the trollhunters, the important trolls, the changelings, aliens etc.

When everyone and I say everyone, they remember they decide to meet even though they do not find Douxie like a week later, Merlin also wakes up from his grave remembering that he died and everything and they decide that they will defeat all the bad guys but they need to be sure to continue having their normal life so which all move to Camelot Castle.

At the beginning everything is easy they almost never lose against Bular, Barbara and Striker are planning to get married, Morgana one day appears apologizes for the other timeline and they accept her and becomes the rebellious sister of Douxie, the parents of Kreel and Aja are recovering and beating everything that the last line time gave them is really easy.

But then the troll hunters and even the Aliens begin to notice that there are changes that did not exist before and that are before what the timeline is supposed to be reset including the sibling relationship that Douxie and Morgana have and that previously seemed non-existent.

Then they begin to notice that although Douxie doesn't have to pay bills for a house, he still works a lot, and kwon more magic (including healing) than Douxie do in the other timeline.

They try not to take relevance until suddenly one night when the boys were having a sleepover, Douxie arrives at the castles bleeding with an armor-type suit, Douxie did not know that they were awake so when he realizes he tries to avoid them and goes to his room for objects , everyone tries to stop him from leaving, including Merlin and Morgana but it does not work because he opens a portal and leaves, something that before, as far as everyone remembers, he could not do.

At the beginning everyone is confused but everything begins to clear up when Morgana makes the comment that she knew about the changes but did not think there were so many.

Apparently the entire timeline was redone thanks to the fact that time travel did not pass (all wizards events), but there were also waves of the power of time travel and all medieval wizards had at the same time, the day that time travel was supposed to take place, a vision of our future, where they were not killed, where there was no Arthur, where the lights illuminated everything and for the first time in centuries the wizards had hope.

Hoping to live to see that bright future the wizards organized to survive as a group faced difficulties without affecting human history, some wizards of the medieval did not see this future because they were dead in the past timeline but for union and organization and creation of entities for wizards they survived.

Douxie became part of a group that takes care of groups of evil beings, wizards who threatened the apocalypse, evil spirits and witch hunters that thanks to the wizards organized also the hunters who are still alive today.

Morgana anticipated her plans to defeat her brother but tried to protect Moppet Douxie from seeing that future but she ends up running away when her plan goes wrong and creating her own grave to awaken in the bright future.

Merlin does the same as in the canon but now considering that Douxie is like his son and Morgana is a valuable apprentice

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The story follows the whole thing at the beginning as an easy series about the characters of arcadia having a normal life in a flying castle to suddenly explain the society of wizards, the new traumas and marks that Douxie, Morgana and the hidden world of the wizards have and that the teenage characters will see soon.

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itisannak · 4 years

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The Dr. Angel Face Q&A Inventory

. Fetish / Heat / Heat Extended / Dr. Angel Face

Hi loves. SInce I have been getting many questions regarding the Dr. Angel Face fic, I decided to put every question in this inventory. The questions have a link for the original asks (in the ones that there is no hyperlink, it is because they were part of the previous question.) I will add questions as they come in the future, so the list is going to be updated in the future.

How old is Dr. (Y/L/N)? Is she older than Calum? She was a child prodigy and graduated early (kinda like Maggie Pierce from Grey’s Anatomy). But she is definitely older than Calum. They met while she was in her final year as a resident and they’ve been together ever since. Now she is an attending, so it means she is in her late 20′s (for Dr. Angel Face, I wrote her to be around 28-29). So, I would say she is older than Calum by 4 or 5 years. But I didn’t focus much on her age, to be honest with you.

What is going on in the alternative part? I will not say much because I don’t want to spoil it, but it involves a storyline regarding Episodes 16x09 &16x10 from Grey’s Anatomy.

Does Calum’s family like Y/N’s family? Does Calum’s family like Y/N and vice versa? The families are not meeting very often, but they do get along pretty well. Remember (Y/N)’s mother calling her towards the end of Heat ? (Y/N)’s parents love that guy, he is funny, charming and overly supportive of their daughter, what is not to love? And Calum’s side of the family nearly worship (Y/N). I will explore more of their relationship on the 4th part of Dr. Angel Face.

Do fans like Y/N? How is the media treating their relationship? Now, the fans and media are divided. Most of the fans love (Y/N), but there are people who are also mad at her for stealing their fav, or accuse her of not paying attention to Calum just because Cal’s and (Y/N)’s love language is not like the other guys’ and their girlfriends. And of course, like I mentioned on Dr. Angel Face there have been instances in which people went to the ER and asked for Calum’s girlfriend. As of the media, Calum and (Y/N), definitely have been very low-key about their relationship. In the beginning, it was easier to hide, but after a while, people started to suspect. So, they decided to stop the chase and come forward about their relationship.

Would Y/N use Calum’s last name after their marriage? I feel like she wouldn’t legally change it. Like professionally, she still keeps her last name (my girl didn’t go to college, medical school, went through internship, residency, fellowship and became this strong ass neuro goddess to change her name, no ma’am.) But, I feel like she would adore being called Ms. Hood or Dr. Hood in her private life. Like her friends would actually start that to tease her but she would actually love it. And Calum would also love to call her Dr. Hood. Like, imagine walking up in the morning and making Calum breakfast, and he goes like, “Oh, thank you Dr. Hood” as she passes him his mug of coffee and he wraps his arms around her waist. Oh my God, I would melt. So, she actually wouldn’t legally change her name, but she would love letting her husband and friends call her by his.

Does Calum’s family have an issue with the age difference? So, the age difference is not that big now. I mean, on the last part I wrote Calum as his current age (maybe a year older than he is now), and I wrote her in her late 20′s. So, they aren’t that many years apart. But when they started dating, it was kinda weird for both their families to see them together, because they couldn’t see what Calum and (Y/N) had in common. Now, pretty much no one cares about it.

Does Y/N visit Calum while he is on tour? She doesn’t visit as often as the other girlfriends, and whenever she visits it is for just a few days (which is an issue in their relationship and I will DEFINITELY write more about it on the alternative chapter)

Do they get in trouble when Calum is visiting her on the hospital? I never really thought about it much, but there were definitely times they were caught, not only while going at it, but at times they were just hanging during (Y/N)’s free time, I guess I could put it like that. Now, there will be a scene or two of calum visiting on Dr. Angel Face part 4, so I will be able to give more details then. But they never really got in serious trouble, since (Y/N) was always exceptional while working

Does Y/N get along with Mali? She has a pretty good relationship with Mali. They don’t see each other very often, because Mali lives in the UK and (Y/N)’s work hours are crazy so it’s not easy for her to leave and visit. But they hang out whenever possible, and since they are so close age-wise, I can easily imagine them being friends.

Since Calum is a vegetarian, would Y/N be a vegetarian too? It is up to you that one, depending on whether it would be something you’d do or not. Keep in mind that the Dr. Angel Face fic is still a reader insert, just like the rest of my stories. In my head, I don’t really think that she would become a vegetarian if she didn’t want to be, just to please Calum. I feel like she would respect his choice and try to support him and join him on eating more plant-based, but she wouldn’t change if she didn’t feel like it was her choice. Also, a general tip for people out there, don’t change aspects of you just to please your partner, if you don’t feel like changing. You will feel trapped and forced to, and you’ll end up miserable.

Would they post about each other on their social media? Calum is always very low-key about his personal life and doesn’t really post frequently, so I think that would be a theme in their relationship too. He wouldn’t really post about (Y/N) on Instagram, but there would be occasions when he couldn’t help himself and post a cute picture of (Y/N) cuddling Duke, or a candid of (Y/N) drinking coffee. Now (Y/N) would be a bit more open on Instagram, she would post pics of him or short videos from their daily life, something that the fans would really appreciate. On Twitter though, whenever he would have his little twitter sprees, he would be bombarded with questions about (Y/N), and he would pick one or two of them to answer them in his significant funny way.

How would their careers effect their relationship? How good is their communication? Do they act as a safe space / comfort buddy for each other? I will touch a lot more on the hit their relationship takes due to their careers, on the alternative part. Basically, the plot for this one will revolve around what would happen if Calum was unable to keep the promise he gave (Y/N) when they first started dating ( “I want to be everything I can be to you.” He assures me; all I can do is stare at his lips, how nicely they move as he talks. “Cal, I told you before I don’t do the dating song and dance, and I told you the reason why. If… If this gets more, are you sure you will be ok with me canceling last minute because of emergency surgery? Are you willing to get into this whole thing?” I ask and he chuckles. “I told you before, I get you. I am willing to do it if you are.” He replies, resting his hand on my cheek. “Are you sure? Between my surgeries and your concerts, the time we will have…” I begin but he places his thumb on my bottom lip. “The time we will have together will be even more precious. I don’t wanna pressure you. If you want me to be just a friend, I understand.” He states, moving to pull his hand away, but my hand wraps around his wrist, keeping it there. “I want you to be everything you can be to me… I really do.” I whisper and his hand slides to the back of my head. “Then I will be everything.” He replies, licking his lips a little.)

Now, on the communication matter, on the main timeline of this AU, both of them make sure to give each other time to calm down (or in most cases, get some sleep to get their heads straight) before talking through their problems. There are a lot of moments when they are silent, to keep from fuming up. Most of the times, when they have a fight, it is because of distance or because they miss each other, so by the time Calum’s back from tour, or (Y/N) is off the service so she is home, the fight is forgotten. On the safety/comfort issue, to be honest, I wanted to include a scene in which (Y/N) had to deal with the death of a patient who was very important to her. I wanted to show how Calum would help her, what his reactions would be to (Y/N) almost breaking down, but the scene didn’t make the cut because I felt like it was too heavy on the course I wanted to take with this story. But definitely, Calum had to deal with (Y/N) being sad, or disappointed, or angry even, about her cases, which caused him to develop a coping mechanism to help her feel a lot better. And (Y/N) had to deal with all the times 5sos got overlooked by the music industry/awards/charts (all tea, all shade, I am looking at you Grammy’s and Billboard) and the way it affected Calum. Or with how frustrated he would get after sessions in which he wouldn’t perform as he wished, or with all the second-guessing and doubt that comes with putting something new out there (albums, tours, singles, you name it). So I can definitely picture them going through something like that, shutting everything out, holding each other close and whispering words of assurance. Or building a fort and watching movies in it, just to get their minds off whatever it is that is bugging them. Or just staying up talking, drinking coffee, helping each other see things through. I feel like (Y/N) and Calum are this couple that talks a lot, about anything that bothers them. I also feel that they would barely ever fight, they would just discuss things out, try to help each other see the other’s point of view.

Does Y/N visit on the studio, concerts, video sets or Friends of Friends events? Actually I am planning a studio visit, and a charity concert where Y/N visits him for the 4th installation of the original time line. It is going to be a long part, the 4th one

They seem to be a very sexual couple? Will there be mentions of experimentation in the upcoming chapters? I would like to explore that on the 4th installment of the main timeline. I feel like this one will be the longest yet since I have so many things I want to include in this story. Maybe I can also include that to the pool party extension. This couple is definitely a fan of public teasing and wearable toys (plugs, cock rings, Lush toys, you name it) I always wanted to show the BDSM experimentation they would be having. I feel like I have written such a healthy relationship for them that the portrayal of a healthy BDSM type of sexual relationship would be a lot fitting. I can tell you for sure there won’t be any depiction of their sexual life on the Alternative chapter I am going to write. I plan for it to be angst and focus on very different things.

How intense is the alternative part going to be? Is Cal going to cheat on Y/N? He is not going to unfaithful, no. And neither is (Y/N). The story will revolve around how hard this relationship is for them. (Y/N) is constantly preoccupied with her job, and Calum is away (on tour, promo, studio sessions). The story is going to be a what-if. What if the love they have for each other is not enough? What if Calum has had enough of (Y/N) putting other people above him? What if (Y/N) is tired of Calum being away? What if it is time for them to let go? The story, in regards to time, is going to occur after Heat. I am thinking about starting the story at 2 years they have been together. It will start with a couple of fights about (Y/N) cutting dates early due to emergency, then Calum spending hours in the studio, which results in them not spending time together. So, before he leaves for a promo tour, they decide it’s better they break up. But… that’s not the end of them, of course.

Who is Y/N the closest to out of the rest of the guys? I think she would be a lot close to Ashton. At first, she wanted to impress him because he is Calum’s best friend, but as they continued talking and hanging out, she would start admiring him, finding him a lot interesting. They share their love for Calum, both of them caring and loving Calum so much they would do anything for his happiness. And they are close, age-wise. I said on an ask before that Y/N is 4 or 5 years older than Calum, so that makes her 2 to 3 years older than Ashton. Ashton would think of her as a superhero (more on that on the Heat pool party extension), always asking her about her cases. Their friendship would be so amazing. I explore more of it on the Heat extension, as well as show Y/N interact with the rest of the gang a lot more on it.

Does any of Calum’s family members or friends have issues with their relationship and vice versa? I don’t see a reason why anyone would have issues with Y/N. She is a doctor, smart, caring, has a great job, loves Calum a lot and makes him very happy. Joy practically adores her; she is devastated when y/n and calum break up on the alternative part. Calum’s father also likes her very much and he knows that his son made the right choice when they started dating. Ashton and Y/N are practically besties, Luke and Michael find her charming and like her a lot with Calum. In the beginning, Sierra, Crystal, and KayKay thought she would be distant but found out she is actually a cool person. Other friends of Calum are totally ok with her. Y/N’s circle thought the match was a bit weird in the beginning, I mean, she is older and she is a doctor and he is a musician, it is not a lot common. But seeing them together leaves no doubt that they belong together. Everyone who matters to Calum and y/n approves of them, and that is all that matters to them.

Have they ever found the age gap to be intimidating? The age gap is barely an age gap. They are 4 years apart, it’s really not a big issue. It’s not like she is 30 and he is 18, they are both in their twenties, him mid-twenty and her lat-twenty. I really don’t see why 4 years would be so intimidating.

Did Y/N move in with Calum or did Calum move in with Y/N? Y/N was having a roommate while she was with Calum, some doctor from the hospital (in Grey’s Anatomy terms, it would be like Arizona living with DeLuca in season 12) so Y/N moved in with Calum before they purchased a house together when they decided their relationship was actually getting serious (that was around their 2nd anniversary)

What about their anniversary/ valentine’s day/ honeymoon? I feel that they would barely ever have the chance to celebrate those things like ‘normal’ people would. I feel like they would send each other flowers for the sake of it, with cute little notes full of inside jokes or spicy stuff (or possibly both) For their honeymoon, I think they would go on it months after their actual wedding. After the wedding, they would spend the weekend at a luxury hotel, And then, months after, when things would get a little chaotic for both of them (on a previous ask I mentioned y/n dealing with loss and calum dealing with disappointment), they would just take the trip. Somewhere warm and nice. I am thinking Fiji islands, then New Zealand, so they could visit Calum’s roots, and of course Australia. just for a few days, to see Calum’s family and wander around a bit. I am thinking that their honeymoon would actually be a month-long one, them just being together, no distractions, just to sink in the “married life” and set their minds straight. And I think that on the milestone anniversaries (e.g 5 years together, one year married), they would just go on little road trips. They would get a little RV and drive somewhere, finding cute little places to camp out.

How did the concept of the Dr. Angel Face fic occur to you? I get inspired by so many things. The Doctor Angel Face au was created kinda by accident. I wrote the first part, Fetish while watching an episode of Grey’s anatomy and I kinda wondered how I could fit my characters into the GA universe. The Fetish part was a request so I wanted to give something unique. I didn’t think I could actually cultivate it into a series. Then I wrote the Heat part. I was actually inspired by a Greek Trap song called Caliente (which was the original title of the story). I wanted the story to revolve around the sexual chemistry of the couple, and I actually didn’t plan on it being a part 2 to the Fetish story. But I started writing and the universe I was creating fit so well with the Fetish story, so I made a couple of changes to fit it in. Then people started liking the Doctor AU and asked for more. So I came up with the Dr. Angel Face part. I wanted it to be this cozy, Christmas story but didn’t want to limit it to just it. So, a follower of mine ( @saphseoul ) suggested a couple of things I should include into it, like their backstory. Their backstory was inspired by a story Ashton told on a soundcheck about the day the met Andy Deluca (basically, Ashton and Calum were in a car accident but they were fine so they sat on the curb and ate chicken tenders and drank milkshakes). I felt like that would be such a great backstory for them. And of course some parts of them are kinda inspired by the episodes of GA, but I try not to copy them. For the Alternative part of the Dr. Angel Face, I was inspired by something that might sound stupid, but it is actually the truth. I was actually inspired by a daydream. Back in December, I was working on the shittiest job I’ve ever worked, so to cope I built the scenario about the alternative (I quit from the job by the way). It is angsty and a bit torturing, to be honest, but like all my stories, it will have a happy ending. But I can get inspired by anything and everything. I have been writing for 6 years now, for the last 3 I have been writing daily, which helps me keep my inspiration flowing.

What can we expect from the future parts?

I can tell you that the alternative part is going to be the angstiest and sweetest part ever. Y/N is kinda a broody brat, always trying to provoke Calum (but honestly she is right, she is getting back to him for what happens at the beginning of the fic). And Calum is kind of a bitch but has a great arc. Even though it is an angst fic, I am not going to ruin my favorite couple, so it will have a soft ending. I don’t remember exactly when I have it scheduled for posting, because I have quite a few stories queued. For the 4th part of Dr. Angel Face, the fic begins right after the wedding in the hospital. I plan on focusing it more on them becoming a family (just the two of them plus Duke for this part), and their honeymoon. Plus, I think that I want the fic to focus more on how (Y/N) deals with Calum’s career ( I have in mind to include a Friends of Friends concert, maybe an award show). I consider cutting this part in half so it won’t be too long, so the second part will be more on their plans of having a baby together, including how realistic this would be, how they would handle the responsibility, plus I want to write something into this fic kinda like the Family Cuddles story I have with Ashton. And I have the prequel of the Dr. Angel Face. This will be their story from their meeting to them moving in together. I will also include some storylines of their lives before they got together. Those are my plans for the story this far. I don’t know if there will be more stories after I am done with those, but I sure hope so.

For some reason, I feel like Dr. (Y/N) and Maggie Pierce would have such a great friendship? Maggie is one of my fav characters (you can’t change my mind, I said what I said) and I think they would be really close. Y/N was also a child prodigy (I mentioned it before and I will write more on it on the Dr. Angel Face Prequel) and I feel they would bond a lot over it. On the Alternative Chapter, I wrote a lot about her relationship with Meredith and now I kinda regret not including Maggie more on it. Y/N is close with Amelia and Meredith so it makes so much sense that she would be with Maggie as well.

Who’s the hardest character to write? I don’t really have trouble writing for characters I guess (probably because I don’t go in-depth with characters). But I guess I will say (Y/N), since I had to look up medical terminology, fit her in an already existing universe (that of Grey’s anatomy).

Who’s the easiest character to write? The easiest character to write was Calum, hands down. Starting this fic I had already built him in my head so he was really written automatically.

Favorite scene you’ve written? It is so difficult to pick just one favorite scene. I guess it is on Part 3 (The Dr. Angel Face chapter), their wedding sequence. I think it captures the essence of their relationship, that they don’t need anything fancy to love each other, they just want to cherish one another on any chance they get. Writing that scene felt like writing the core of the couple, it is a lot more than just a wedding scene.

Hardest part about writing? The hardest part about writing in general is getting the perfect conditions to do so. My house is always noisy and I rarely have a proper workspace, so adjusting to my environment and being able to write unbothered is something I can’t do easily. Also, editing is very hard too. On the Dr. Angel Face fic, specifically, the hardest part was being able to keep a balance between fiction and realism. I don’t want my stories to feel unrealistic so I always strive to write things you would encounter irl (I hope I am successful at it, I am really trying hard)

Easiest part about writing? The easiest part about writing the Dr. Angel Face AU is the interactions between the characters, finding the reasoning behind what they do, and how the others react to their doings. You will see next week when I post the Alternative part that everything my characters do is justified by past actions and their relationships with others.

Omg doctor x cal is like my relationship goals!! So mature and healthy relationship. Because they have such a busy life I can see them enjoying the little moments. Like cuddling the first thing in the morning when they wake before work. Coming home together and making dinner together while listening to music. Like they’re the IT couple That they are. I wanted to write a relationship for Calum that would be drama and stress-free. And I wanted the relationship to have its little flaws but them always dealing with them the adult way. I really love the way that relationship has evolved throughout the fic and I am so excited to write the continuation of it. There are going to be so many little moments like those ones in the following parts (well, not in the alternative one, that one is aaaaangstyyyyy) It makes me so happy to see people love that relationship as much as I do. And I wish everyone finds a relationship like this one. Y’all deserve it

So I read this headcanon that said calum would totally refer to s/o as “the mrs” especially when talking to other ppl about her. I can totally see cal doing that for dr y/n.. talking to the boys, his mom, or in interviews I feel like he wouldn’t do it in interviews because people could misinterpret it as minimizing her and we all know Calum is too smitten with Dr. Angel Face to do that, but with the boys and his family, oh he would do it all the time. And Dr. (Y/N) would adore it, almost as much as she would adore being called Dr. Hood in private (like, not in the hospital, but Calum calling her Dr. Hood while they are being their goofy selves, or Ashton teasing her, oof, she loves it) But I also feel like Calum and Y/N would have a bit of a hard time calling each other “my husband” or “my wife”. Like, picture that: “My boyfriend is coming home tonight” “I thought you are married…” “Right… My HUSBAND is coming home tonight.” or Calum calling (Y/N) his girlfriend by accident and (Y/N) playfully correcting him. “You are starring at me. Stop.” “What? Can’t I just look at my gorgeous girlfriend?” “Honey, we are married. I am not your girlfriend anymore.” “Shit, I still can’t believe you are my wife.” Or Calum introducing (Y/N) to new people. “This is my ex-girlfriend, Dr. (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” “He means I am his wife now.” I can’t choose which one is more cannon, so I will be using all 3 in parts 4 and 5

Rockstar and a doctor dating... what a couple!! Their character development makes them so great and humble ppl. Like typically when ppl make so much money they have to be super flashy and buy crazy expensive Well, Calum gives off that down to earth vibe so, I don’t think he would be with someone who is flashy. Also, Y/N studied medicine and she is a surgeon, meaning she had her fair share of student loans to pay off, which caused her to be more considerate of how to spend money. They truly have a lavish home though and both of them have cars, but they never go above and beyond to flash their wealth. I will describe their house on Dr. Angel Face Prequel and on parts 4 and 5, it is truly a lovely home.

I think they’re house would be amazing. From what I imagine it’d be beautifully decorated.. simplicity and modern. Calum’s album plaques hanging & her doctorate degree hanging/ or her graduation pictures The have a glass case full of awards and degrees and a wall that is covered with album plaques (Y/N convinced him to actually hang them on a wall and display them in their living room instead of having them laying around). The glass display was built by Calum himself, as a little gift for Y.N once they moved in together. She had her awards and her degrees in a box in her old apartment, so Calum felt like giving her a proper place for them, with Y/N insisting his very own awards to accompany them. There are also a lot of framed pictures of them, kinda hang like a timeline; them being kids, teens, adults, Y/N’s graduations and Calum’s significant performances, album releases, overall achievements. And then pictures of them together, from dates, to anniversaries, to trips, then a few pictures they took of each other, or others took of them together (like candids of their cute little moments). And eventually their wedding and family pictures. A little fairytale hanging and showcased on their wall for everyone to see. The house is simple and has a touch of modern as you mentioned, but It is worth saying that they have made it absolutely personal. Every furniture was hand picked from antique stores or from retailers with a unique sense of style, but keeping a simplicity in every room to be able to decompress after a hectic day. The house took months to finish decorating and furnishing, due to the couple wanted every single thing in the house to have character, so they were looking for specific things. Plus, there was a lot of arts and crafts going on in the house; they painted it together, they built furniture together, they assembled things together. They did it while Calum was in a bit of a hiatus after dropping an album (think about the period after Youngblood and before CALM), so it was more of a project for him to keep busy. But Y/N actually enjoyed building a home with him. It was a sign that the relationship she had with Calum would last. I got carried away with this. I can’t wait until I can talk more about their house in the stories. Mostly on the prequel, since it is actually about what happens between them meeting and them getting married. But also on parts 4 and 5, with them changing from being just boyfriend-girlfriend to being a family (not necessarily having kids, but building more on their existing relationship).

I just realized how opposites really attract like dr. Y/n cal. Their lifestyles are so different. She was a child prodigy while he was a dropout. They’re so cute Yes, they are a bit different in that area, but they have quite a lot in common. Both are compassionate, considerate, loving people. They have a great sense of humor and a common code of communication and their moral compasses are matching. Plus, Calum legit is a cultivated person (the way he talks, the way he shows himself in the world, reveal that he is educated even though he is a dropout.) So they are both very smart people. They are very cute indeed and they act as a driving force for each other to become better.

Loved the story (Dr. Angel Face Alternative). Time line confused me a little. It takes place before heat yet the mention of planning for children doesn’t happen until dr. Angel face? It is an alternative, which means that this is a different way their story as a couple could have developed. Any story after Fetish doesn’t happen on the alternative timeline The alternative timeline is: Prequel ——-> Fetish ——> Dr. Angel Face Alternative The original timeline is: Prequel ——> Fetish —–> Heat (+ Extended) —-> Dr. Angel Face —–> Dr. Angel Face Part 4 —–> Dr. Angel Face Part 5

I’ve noticed cal always has a baby girl in your fics is that intentional or random? Btw I loved the au of Dr Angel face seeing them expecting a daughter kinda made me think how it’d be if they were expecting a boy and how C would be around his baby boy. Huh, I never noticed. I guess every time I picture Calum with a baby, it is always a girl ( I love how soft he is for his mom and his sister, so I can’t help but melt at the thought of him with a baby girl). But on the main timeline, I had planned for him to have a boy. It fits the fic well, in my opinion, and since the part I posted yesterday was an alternative, I chose a girl, to highlight how different the alternative part is from the original AU

When do you plan to post the fourth part of Dr Angel Face? have you already written it or do you still need to finish it off? Haven’t written it yet, nor even started it. I am doing the prequel first (totally random pick, blame google for randomizing my requests). I will definitely post it in 2020, maybe for Christmas or the 5sos anniversary. I don’t know yet.

I can’t wait till doctor y/n and cal have a baby. they’d be the cutest parents ever!! They’d be super busy and hectic with their schedule but it would be so great. Calum would be an absolute sweetheart during (y/n)’s pregnancy, taking care of her but letting her do her thing, spoil (y/n) rotten, talking to the baby, visiting (y/n) even more frequently at the hospital to see if she is ok. Oh, he would be the softest dad ever. And then with the baby… he would be so cute and protective. taking care of the newborn to let (y/n) rest, and then when the baby is old enough to go to the hospital daycare, he would visit all the time to spend time with the baby and see the mama. He would take the baby to the studio as well, trying to get the kiddo into music early on. And then when (y/n) would be off service and Calum would be free of obligations, they would just get in the car and drive to the beach, or the woods or a hiking trail and have quality time with their baby.

Idk why but I feel like the baby would be a carbon copy of calum. His mom has some strong genes Their baby would so well loved, especially with being the first grandchild on both sides of the family. Between the band, y/n family, calum family, and y/n friends they would all love the baby there would be even more privacy now they had a baby. All the fans & media would be dying to see a picture of the baby. Both Mali and Calum are the spitting image of Joy and I am so sure the baby will look like her. (Calum’s baby pictures make my heart melt and I can only imagine y/n trying to recreate them, sending them to Calum’s side of the family so they can collectively have their hearts melt at the sight) That child would be spoiled, everyone showering him with gifts, playing with him for hours. He would be cuddled all the time, especially by (y/n) who when she wouldn’t be working she would not leave him on his feet. On the privacy matter, I agree with you 100%. The Hood-(Y/L/N) family is adamant about not exposing the baby to this world at such a young age. The world is dying for a picture but at best they get a look at the back of the baby’s head. Calum would occasionally answer questions about the baby, but always being careful about what he shares and they would barely ever post pictures with the child, even once he is older. (I can picture Calum posting a picture of his son wearing daddy’s merch, custom-made for him. Or (Y/N) posting a pic of the boys playing with Duke or playing soccer together, and the internet would have a collective meltdown. Of course, that would happen when the baby would be older, like 4 or 5 years old.) (Or maybe Calum would share a picture of baby number one holding baby number two, after completely hiding y/n’s second pregnancy from the world -well, friends and family would know but they would hide it from fans and the media)

Omg I just read your ask about dr. Angel face and cal!! I’m in love with dad cal the pregnancy will be so cute. I think cal would be protective because with being a surgeon is a difficult job but he knows she can handle herself so he lets her do her thing. The first time they hear the heartbeat on the ultrasound!! And setting up the nursery when they find time!! There is definitely some struggle for Calum during (Y/N)’s pregnancy. He wants to be protective and he wishes she would book fewer hours of surgery, but at the same time, he knows she wouldn’t do something to hurt herself and their baby. He also knows she is a doctor and that she knows a bit more than him. So he sits a bit back and makes sure she feels ok, takes care of her when she is home. They would both go crazy over the baby’s heartbeat. Calum would be shocked, never having experience with anything like that, plus knowing that’s his kid in there, he would be so emotional. And (Y/N) would also be so enamored by that bub’s heartbeat. I feel like her maternal instinct would only become stronger after that. I can certainly see them looking online for all the furniture (remember, they are trying to keep a low profile), and Calum would invite the boys over to help him. Everyone would just try to show off because everyone wants to be the baby’s godparent (joke’s on them, they already picked Mali for the role). And the walls of the nursery would be covered in paintings because Calum read it is good for the baby’s brain to have visual stimuli early on (one wall would be sea-themed, the other woodland-themed, then a rainforest-themed wall, and an Australian wildlife wall so the baby has an early connection to his root, and the ceiling just has the most amazing universe-themed painting, including constellations, planets, nebulas). Now, depending on their place in the room, the furniture would be of various colors to fit with the theme of the wall behind them. They didn’t want to have a color scheme for the room, they opted for the most colorful room (they both agree that a child’s room shouldn’t be boring, nor monochromatic)

What scene did you first put down? The first scene I ever put down was from Fetish, in which Y/N walks into their home to find that Calum working on some lyrics. I am lucky that I have a very linear way of writing, so whatever scene you see first on my fic, that is the start of it. Now, if we are talking about Dr. Angel Face as in the self-titled chapter, the first scene I came up with and made a plot for was the scene Y/N gets called and is informed that Calum has been hurt and he is in the hospital. That was the main point of the fic for me, since it was a great opportunity to show the characters interact, how protective Y/N is when it comes to Calum, as well as introduce a bit of a backstory of how they came to be.

What’s your favorite line of narration? I have so many favorites. Ooof, it is so hard for me to pick just one line of narration and dialogue. I loved the narration of the Alternative part (the whole story is a masterpiece if you are asking me and totally underrated). I feel like that alternative chapter points out all the things that could be wrong with Calum’s and Y/N’s relationship, but also how they would still make things work between them. I also loved writing their first 2 dates and their first kiss (those scenes are on the prequel, so I can’t wait to share the new part with you)

What’s your favorite line of dialogue? My favorite dialogue has to be their vows. Oh, my heart hurts when I think about it. Especially Calum’s “ Love does exist, and her name is (Y/N). “ I had a meltdown writing it. And Y/N’s “ My sweetest love, if fate wants me to be with anyone, if fate wants me to be anything more than I already am, I know that it’s you, I know that it is to be yours and you to be mine “… I am still not over it. As you might have seen, I do mostly dialogue in my stories. I feel like it is a better way to show the characters’ reactions and get the story moving.

Why’d you pick calum for the story? The story started from a Calum request, so I guess I didn’t really pick him. But, I chose to continue this fic with Calum because he is the most fitting. He is compassionate and down to earth and has a very calming aura, which I felt would go great with y/n and her profession. (But let’s be honest here, I picked him mainly because he is my favorite)

What was the character development process like? I don’t remember ever sitting down and having a plan of how I wanted the characters to develop. I understand how much they have changed from the original concept I had in my head, now that I am writing the prequel and I have to kinda start their relationship and them as individuals from scratch. I think I always let my characters grow through interactions with each other because it really feels more natural than following an arc strictly. If you really think about it, as people we grow and evolve through our interaction with others and through our experiences. And I guess that’s what I do to develop my characters.

As you were talking about doctor y/n... I think baby bumps are so cute!! I imagine it being so adorable. Especially with her work clothes. She would be such a great mom Y/N waddling around in her all-blue scrubs, like a little penguin is honestly heart-melting. She would get such guilt for trying to balance work and being a mom, especially after going back from her maternity leave. And Calum would feel the same too; just 2 months after the baby was born, he would have to leave for tour and he felt like he was missing out and he wasn’t helping y/n much. It would take them a while to realize that when they are doing what they love and they take care of themselves, they are better parents to baby Hood. They are both such great parents, baby Hood is so lucky on that. He is so much loved by everyone; parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles, his parents’ friends. He is a ray of sunshine; according to Calum, he gets it from his mama

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nothing-ever-really-ends-does-it · 3 years

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So, after taking some time to process, I think I’ve reached the conclusion that it’s not the worst ending possible.

Is it perfect ? No

Is it the best they could have come up with ? No

Do I love it and will forever hold it dear to my heart? Absolutely no.

Do I think it was a great idea killing Dean with a rusty piece of metal ? NO

Did it ruin Supernatural forever for me ? NO

Were the main problems easily fixed with some creative decisions being different? Yes

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Do I hate it ? No, I don’t think I hate it. I mean I don’t like it 100% , and I would change a million things if I had any power to do so. But I don’t hate it anymore and it won’t make me hate the entirety of the show obviously.

I’ve been here since season 1, 2005, when I was probably too young to be allowed to watch it. I do believe that Sam and Dean Winchester are THE fundamental pieces of the show. I understand that they tried to go back to the roots of the show. I understand that they tried to play with symmetry here and take us back to simpler times where it was Sam and Dean against the world hunting normal monsters and I don’t think that’s wrong. I mean at the end of the day everything that happened happened because of them, around them and for them. But they could have honored them and also everyone else in their lives.

I actually think the episode was good until Dean’s dead, even then I think I could have forgive the decision of killing him with something so mundane because it would have cemented the idea that their lives could have been normal but there was always someone pulling the strings (Chuck), I would have still HATED the decision to have Dean killed less than a few months after defeating GOD and by a piece of rust 🤡 when he deserved so much more of life but I could have accepted it, and move on if they had made some changes in the time and the how.

It does hurt to know Dean is dead, but then, dead has never been the same for them, every single time one of them has died, they come back, they have literally fought Death and Dean has killed it twice. So Dean dying now hurts but not as much as it hurt in season 3. Dead does not feel bigger than them anymore, it is no longer this doom hanging over their heads as a threat. Like It feels different, these guys are legends, they have gone to heaven, hell, purgatory, AUs, the past, the future, etc dead feels kind of beneath them (?) and tbh I did expect them both to die by the end of the series. To me that move was a given.

I guess what bothers me the most is that SPN has always been a show about family, found family and blood family. Sam and Dean made their own family welcoming people into their lives and caring for them. It’s one of my favorite things about the show. When John comes back and tells Dean he is sorry he never got to have a family and Dean says that he has one, omg, YES I loved that. Because it is truth. Dean always wanted family, it is revealed so early in the show, that the thing that moves him is love and his sense of family, love for his mom, for his dad, for Sam, and later on for everyone else he gets to call family. It’s what makes him do great things and stupid things.

There’s a point where it stops being only about Sam and Dean, I still think they are the core and the heart of the show, but it’s not just them anymore. They keep adding so many people to their circle, and it’s a joy to watch their interactions with everyone else, for them to have nice and normal moments with people they care about like visiting Jody, or spending time with Charlie.

I think that maybe the biggest flaw of the finale, is the lack of more, more of the people that became their family too, more time of them being happy on earth. Or maybe it’s just me not accepting it ended.

If I had been showed Dean getting to meet all the people he lost, and being welcomed there by the family he made, I would have been at peace with the end, because in a way Dean would have gotten to be, to live free of burdens and violence, with no fear of losing more people he loved and just enjoying simple things. it would have made the ending more sweet than bitter.

I’m not even a hardcore Destiel shipper,I mean I LOVE them but I love that relationship being it platonic or romantic, I think their story it’s great and I would’ve been ok with whatever decision they made about them post declaration 15x18. I wouldn’t have cared if they kept it platonic or if they dared to do more. I just love them interacting in any scenario.

But the fact that CAS did not appear in any capacity ?! WTF, shipper or not there’s no denying the importance of their relationship for their character development and for almost every major event of the show since season 4. Unrequited love or not, however they wanted to play it, they value each other, they enjoy each other’s company and they consider themselves FAMILY. Other than Sam, Cas has been the only constant in Dean’s life, I was absolutely sure he would make an appearance I WAS SURE, and I kept waiting and it all ended and he never arrived. That felt like a punch because I have loved Castiel since he first appeared in Lazarus Rising.

That does not mean that my ONLY problem with the finale was the absence of Cas (it’s probably the main one but not the only), or the absence of Eileen (💔) , it does not mean I do not value the other nice moments, or the beauty of how death was like a new life in heaven. Jensen and Jared put their heart in their performances. I cried when Dean died and gave his last speech to Sam, it was everything Sam needed to hear even If he knew. i liked the concept of time being different on heaven and earth. I love the idea that everyone gets to be together now. And that Jack is making everything better thanks to all he learned from them. It really had very nice elements. Just poor execution.

At first watch, all the bad made it imposible for me to concentrate on the good. I was caught between being sad, wanting to try and make sense of out the finale and also being kind of dissapointed. But I guess that my conclusion is that, at the end for me it changes nothing, I”ll still love this show with all it’s missed opportunities and mistakes.

I know some changes had to be made because of Covid, i know they had probably planned to bring back a lot of characters, and it’s unfair to be mad IF it was out of their control and IF that was the reason Cas and Eileen did not return. I know a lot of things were left implied and open for interpretation, I know the actors and crew put their love in filming every episode. I know that. I do believe some things changed last minute.

But the TV industry big bosses do not care for things like this, what matters is money and timelines and contracts and I can see some of it affecting the production of the last episode. It still sucks, I’m still salty about it but I guess this is me letting go and letting it be.

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I love you Matt hcs so much! So much inspiration for mine too!

Have you got any post-cannon hcs? (Maybe angst/Whump one? But that’s not so important I would love to hear any ^^)

Thank you sm!! :D

All right SO, my main niche in the fandom is fleshing out the Ace Attorney prison, examining the relationships between all the characters there, fleshing everyone out, considering their character arcs, etc. It’s definitely something I put a lot of thought into and get excited about ^^

I imagine there being three main prisons:

Prison A

The canon prison shown in Ace Attorney Investigations: 2. Prisoners are allowed one animal companion, there’s a supplier with influence over the warden (and, imo, the guards as well), it’s overall a prison that can be interpreted as more relaxed--with limited corruption, due to the fact that, in my opinion at least, Sirhan Dogen wouldn’t put up with much BS. Although he can’t control everything, Dogen has a decent amount of power that he uses to make his prison livable.

Prison B

This is the opposite of Prison A. Damon Gant is in charge, but in a different kind of way; after being Chief of Police for so long, he still has a lot of power and connections, and many officers hold respect and / or fear towards him. The prison is a hierarchy of power and control with a lot of corruption, and anyone who doesn’t work for Gant is in danger.

Prison C

The women’s prison. Dee Vasquez has the upper hand here, due to her outside connections with the mafia. She handles things in a more manipulative, underhanded kind of way--isn’t so much focused on the prison at large, but moreso on securing her own matters. She uses protection or exploitation sparingly, and when she does, she deflects attention off of it as much as possible. While the prison isn’t as horrible as Prison B, it’s not as safe as Prison A.

Now that the environment has been established, time to get into the details about Matt:

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Matt Engarde went to Prison A.

In Ace Attorney, fame and riches seem to make little difference when it comes to putting someone behind bars. However, the game does show that it can add complications, and affect things to a certain level. With that said, here’s how I imagine things went over with the arrest:

Things are a whirlwind of chaos and fear and pain at first, but it doesn’t take him long to get a deal set up with the prison. Sometime within the first week of his imprisonment. Thankfully, this is done quickly enough that his assets haven’t been transferred to his parents, yet.

His sentence is 10 years. No death penalty or life sentence, because the deal is that, for each year that Matt Engarde is alive and healthy, the prison receives $500,000. This would give them ample reason to take measures to protect him from De Killer.

Matt doesn’t have an endless amount of money, and he also doesn’t want to be stuck there forever. In his mind, hopefully De Killer would be behind bars or dead by the end of those 10 years, and if not... well, he’ll figure it out when he gets there.

He’s given the cell down the hall from Sirhan Dogen, the infamous assassin. This scares the HELL out of Matt at first, but the guards assure him that it’s for his own safety:

However, since he’s placed in this cell before the deal is made, there was an ulterior motive as well. Due to the fact that Shelly De Killer is another infamous assassin, Warden Roland considered it a possibility that he’s one of Dogen’s outside contacts. If Dogen were to rat out Matt’s location to him, the prison would be prepared to capture and arrest De Killer, and it would be confirmed that they had been contacts.

Obviously, Dogen could rat him out no matter which cell he’s in, but it’s more convenient to place Matt there as bait since the hallway is monitored so heavily--they’ll be prepared to restrain both De Killer and Dogen if/when that time comes.

If the deal were made beforehand, he likely would have been sent to Prison B; even though it’s a harsher atmosphere, no one in there is presumed to be a contact of De Killer’s. While he could have been transferred at this point, it’s decided that they’ll stick to their regular plan, just with added precautions and safety measures.

Matt, although suspicious, never has any sort of confirmation that he’s being used as bait--at least, not until years later.

BUT ANYHOW.

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Interactions and Reputation

I get into it a bit in this fic*, but the gist is this:

There’s no point in continuing to act charming when everyone knows it’s BS, and any chance of Toughness or Good Standing he could have had are kinda... shattered by his frequent (very loud) panic attacks late at night.

For the first year, he doesn’t bother trying to make friends. He doesn’t care about them, they won’t care about him, and he’s not interested in playing a tug-of-war with power dynamics when he knows he won’t always necessarily come out on top. So he’s kind of a loner here. Occasionally entertains himself by picking fights.

*(Spoiler warning for AAI2 in the fic I linked!!)

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Character Arc

From this point, I can see it going in several different directions. I have two different fic AUs where things turn out differently in each one, and I also have an extensive role-play I did with a friend of mine. In terms of imagining his “canon” life and his future, I definitely learn towards the events that transpired in the role-play, so I’ll focus on those.

(My friend and I made a post analyzing his personality and character arc, so most of the things I’ll mention here have been mentioned in this post in greater detail. HOWEVER the post is EXTREMELY long and also contains major spoilers for AAI2. So if you want to avoid spoilers and also want a summed up version, feel completely free to just read the summary below!) (oh also, with relation to the post I just linked, tw for?? a variety of common triggers)

I should mention that this might not be COMPLETELY spoiler-free, but I do avoid saying the spoilery name. It’s hard for me to accurately gauge what is and isn’t revealing, since I already know all the spoilers haha.

And, without further ado:

-Everything about his world has been turned upside-down. Instead of being adored, he’s despised. Instead of being the one with power, he’s the one under the thumb of others. Instead of a life of comfort and privilege, he’s confined to small, uncomfortable areas, and is barely paid anything for his labor. Additionally, he could be killed at any moment at any hour at any location--and this is something he’s forced to endure for years on end. The entire situation is incredibly stressful and traumatic for him.

-About a year after his arrest, a guy moves into his cell with him. Things align in just the right way that a friendship of some sort is formed between them: the guy is friendly, pretty, relatable, into some of the same hobbies he’s into, and he has power within the prison walls. It’s beneficial to form a friendship with him... and the guy isn’t annoyed with him for his (now much less-frequent) panic attacks, but rather, shows sympathy.

-Neither of them particularly trust one another, but they enjoy each other’s company.

-Humans need comfort, and Matt is no exception. Under the intense trauma and stress he’s enduring, it’s all too easy to form some sort of bond with the nice guy who dances with him and pets his hair and holds him.

-It’s important to mention that Matt is rendered unable to do his usual power & control shit. And he especially can’t get away with that kind of stuff when his new cellmate shows up. The guy is Very Alert to underhanded behavior (due to his own underhandedness + the fact that he’s dealt with one too many bastards), and is quick to call Matt out on even minor things. So Matt’s options at this point are either:

a.) try his manipulative shit and lose any small amount of power or comfort he may have had, with an added risk of retribution

b.) resist all forms of connection / interaction with other people, and just be miserable and alone and scared all by himself

c.) be friends with the guy WITHOUT being a shady douche, and getting to enjoy the comfort and benefits that provides

-So... YEAH. Long story short, he makes friends with the guy. And, also, lowkey catches feelings for him.

-Matt also makes friends with Simon Blackquill a couple years later (and that has its own backstory)

-His previous ways of moving through the world do not work at all here. In the end, Matt’s main goal is to get what he wants, and to feel good. With the circumstances, he has to completely change his approaches in order to meet that goal.

-Matt may be cold and uncaring towards other people’s emotions, but it’s clear that he does have very intense emotions. He shows much more vulnerability and pain now than he used to, because doing so makes him more sympathetic to his friends--but he also needs to learn to not be as manipulative about it, and to actually consider the other person’s emotions instead of making it all about himself.

-He does ultimately decide to make the overall changes necessary for healthy interpersonal connections, since it’s in his best interest to do so. It’s not easy, and he hits plenty of road bumps along the way. It definitely dredges up a lot of shit, a lot of painful emotions; he’s extremely self-protective, and genuine vulnerability is hard and frightening.

-The tl;dr is that he’s dragged through a healing arc, kicking and screaming the entire way.

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That’s what his life in like in prison, overall! There’s a ton of aspects and details, but I figured it’d be best to cover the basic storyline ^^

I also have thoughts on how things would go after he’s released from prison.

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...OH SHIT I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO MENTION THE SHELLY THING LMAO

I’m gonna make a post where I detail out what happens, and then link it here when I finish.

Edit: Here it is!

#Matt Engarde #aa post #Matt #thank you for the ask!! and thank you to everyone else who's been asking too aaa #I'm so happy people are interested in my headcanons #aaprison

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So third and maybe final update to this (here’s pt1 and pt2 and pt4 ) Buck Army AU that’s Still Totally Not a Fic:

Soooo going into s3 and recap Buck would be living with Eddie and Christopher and after everything that would go down with Shannon (STILL ALIVE, tyvm) Buck’s feeling pretty confident there’s something with potential growing between him and Eddie. And then the Accident happens. Oh man imagine how magnified the terror would be for Eddie, watching as Buck gets trapped under that firetruck and Eddie realizes that he was so close to making a conscious decision to be with another person—to fall the few steps left toward someone who has felt like a small piece of home for a long while now—and even closer to having it ripped away in front of him.

So yeah, this event hits a little harder now. And with that big of a scare between them, imagine a post surgery conversation between them; it’s so early in the morning the dawn hasn’t even thought about rising yet, and Eddie has been staring at Buck’s hands—limp but twitching in his sleep—ever since he was brought out of post op. Carla apparently hasn’t slept much either, or at least not very well considering she’s messaged Eddie every hour or so since Buck went into surgery. Chris had finally passed out, some message three or four update requests ago had told him; he had wanted to stay here with Eddie, to watch over Buck too—stubbornly sitting on the abandoned cot in the corner of the cramped room to make a point—but Eddie didn’t want Chris to sit through the agony of minutes ticking by in the timeless walls of a hospital room.

Imagine Buck blinking awake in the not-quite-dark of early dawn and meeting Eddie’s eyes with a wide sort of wonder at the way Eddie’s smile turns watery. They have a conversation they probably should wait to have until Buck’s not on quite as many painkillers, but they both feel too full of something too overwhelming to hold back any longer. They both acknowledge there’s something damn near if not love between them—Buck’s eyes shine with so much devotion when he tells Eddie, Eddie doesn’t even notice the sun finally rising through the hospital window—but also both recognize how hard it would be to start anything romantic between them right now with the long road ahead of Buck and Eddie figuring out how to integrate Shannon back into Christopher’s life.

They agree that they’ll do what they feel is the most responsible thing and just acknowledge the potential and then just… Pause it. They’ll be able to go back to normal—but better, really, because Buck doesn’t have to feel guilty about any flares of attraction he’d get when things would get too well-worn between him and Eddie in their home with Christopher; Eddie wouldn’t have to feel conflicted over if pursuing something with Buck would distract or bias him when make decisions about Christopher’s future with his mother.

Eddie wouldn’t have to have shame burn in his gut over the word divorce, because the word feels less like failure and more like future.

Imagine how differently the recovery would have gone for Buck. Imagine how he’d feel less isolated, more needed with getting to spend more time with Christopher during the entire recovery process.

(Side note: something I’ve been really toying with and liking is the idea that this is also the time that Shannon gets reintroduced to Christopher. Imagine Shannon finding out Buck’s holed up at the house recovering and tells Eddie it’s the perfect way for her to get supervised visits that don’t interfere with Eddie’s schedule. Eddie is apprehensive—because really, he doesn’t know if he wants his soon to be ex wife just hanging out with his possibly soon to be… Boyfriend? The word still sits a little unfamiliarly in Eddie’s mind but it’s getting warmer.

But when he talks to Buck about it, he’s quick to reassure Eddie he wouldn’t mind being around for some visits if it would make Eddie’s mind settle a little about this whole reintroduction; Eddie still doesn’t know how to be around Shanon, now, with the void of the divorce papers stretched out between them. Eddie doesn’t want Christopher to be hurt, and is still scared he’s making the wrong choice but Buck reassures him constantly that if Shannon seems honest in her interest in being in Christopher’s life and making up for the past, that Eddie should Christopher have the choice to let her back in before it’s too late to make it.

So yeah, Shannon might have suggested it so earnestly because yes, she’s interested in the guy that her husband (still, for a little while longer at least) seems to be building a family with. She doesn’t think she can be blamed for a little curiosity, especially since she and Eddie had been together since they were so young she never had any idea Eddie was even interested in men; honestly, she doubts Eddie had much of a clue either, if how tentative he is to talk about any plans for their future, of anything that has to do with this Buck.

But because we see that they know how to write some good mixed family situations canonically in the show, I’d like to think this could get resolved pretty reasonably well. Shannon never stood a chance against Buck in all his charming earnesty, especially when that is always pointed toward her son in such honest displays of affection during all of Shannon’s visits. Sure they start off rocky, but then after the first visit goes with Buck giving them a respectful amount of space and Shannon is ashamed to admit she struggled to connect with Christopher enough to play, on the second visit Buck jumps in tentatively when he sees her struggle again, and helps her establish a connection in a way she never once felt judged. Shannon feels lucky, for a moment, and realizes if they can do this right—if they push past how awkward this all could be and focus more on what’s best for Christopher—that her son is going to grow up with three people who love him so very much.

So imagine Eddie confused and hesitant about the fact his wife suddenly wants to Help Out or whatever, and offers to take Buck to doctor’s appointments and other strange shit that Eddie never thought he’d hear. But they make it work, because it’s what Christopher needs them to do. And if Eddie’s being honest, seeing how good Buck is at being flexible with everything just makes him burn a little hotter towards his best friend. His partner. )

So anyway, yeah, with that in mind I don’t think it’d get to a lawsuit. After the tsunami—and lbr, I have so many thoughts on how deeply emotional that entire arc would be with Buck still “losing” Chris, how much Buck would pull away thinking he doesn’t know why he thought he could be a good stepfather to Chris some day if he can’t protect him when it matters, but Eddie and Chris being there for him to understand a little quicker that his boys would never let him question how important he is in their lives. Imagine how much more poignant it would be for Eddie to still level him with that burning look and tell him there’s still no one he trusts more in this world with Chris than Buck. Imagine Buck feeling set on fire, flames in his blood as he swallows back the urge to kiss Eddie until it’s all he can think about.

—But yeah. Anyway. After the tsunami, Buck still wants to get back to work as soon as possible but also knows how much it’s helped Chris deal with the trauma of the tsunami to have Buck around so much more at home. So it’s not as much of an urgent rush, and Buck works with Bobby on a return to work timeline they both feel comfortable with pending medical necessities over the next several months. Imagine over this time Eddie still realizes he needs to go to therapy, but it’s not as severe as canon because his trauma isn’t compounded with the grief of losing Shannon. He realizes, though, there’s still some things he needs to work through to be emotionally capable of being there for Chris as he heals, and also to transition his life to include Buck more intimately. (P.S., this is where Buck would be a little wary of therapy when suggested by Eddie, who’s… hesitant but open with this new guy he’s been seeing assigned by the department. Eddie gets out of him the full story about what happened when he slept when his last department issued therapist and this would be where Buck works through that that was not okay and it wasn’t his fault.)

So yeah. Essentially in the end, their bond would have been so much deeper and there’s just. So much potential to run with. I could seriously go on about how much it’d impact 3b alone but idk, this is already gotten away from me way too far.

#buddie #buddie fic #buddie meta #buddie au #my fic

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hey! do u have any other recondations other than the top 20 list u made awhile back i’ve finally gotten through all them

Hi! I have a lot of them, it was really hard to even choose my top 20 for the first list...so here are 20 more of my favorite fics and the ones that I go back to all the time.

The Knife Thrower’s Daughter by themostrandomfandom In the summer of 1898, Santana Lopez joined the J.P. Adams & Son Traveling Circus & Menagerie as it toured the states of the Upper American Midwest. She also fell in love with the knife thrower's daughter.

I loved you in the darkness and I loved you in fluorescent light by echoes-of-realities A collection of all of my small Brittana one-shots, requests, and prompts from Tumblr.

Setting Rain on Fire by privatephilosopher Santana and Brittany cope with the loss of something important to them. Will it tear them apart or bind them closer together?

beach!verse by LeighKelly

The Soul Stealer by XxThisShizIsBananasxX That awkward moment on your seventeenth birthday when you realise that your mom has sold your soul to a sexy demon. And she's come to collect.

Fifty First Times: Brittana Style by MGMK In any universe, regardless of the circumstances, Brittana is inevitable. This is my attempt to prove it.

Love You When I Do (Love You When I Don’t) by thefooliam The last wedding Brittany went to was her own. Post 4x14 "I Do"

The Brittany Pierce Birthday Party Train Wreck Extravaganza by your-street-serenade The Glee girls reunite for Brittany's 25th birthday bash and chaos ensues.

Loose Lips Sink Ships by bodybroke Brittany doesn't appreciate the way Santana's been talking about her. Set after 502.

Fierce, Femme, Phenomenal by godblessthefandom The Troubletones through the years. Written for the BrittanaCon Prompt Project 2015. Plenty of Brittana (romance), and my beloved Troubletones.

Clockwork by GorsheninAU. They said she was just a pretty face, a model fed lines to sell a product. But if you squinted, there was more to Santana Lopez than they gave her credit for, and reporter Brittany Pierce was going to get to the bottom of it. Brittana/Faberry

Share My World by one2three4 Santana is volunteering at a soup kitchen, when she meets Brittany and her two year old daughter; they capture her heart in more than one way. *AU*Brittana

Push and Pull by furryewokazonSantana unexpectedly 'imprinted' on Brittany at a young age. A coming of age story which deals with the implications of their bond and how it affects their changing relationship over the course of one whirlwind weekend.

No One Here Could Know by littleoases The days that follow "Mash-Off" are some of the hardest of Santana's life. Brittana. Takes place between 3x06 and 3x07. COMPLETE.

Fight by littleoases Brittany and Santana's first fight as a couple. Season 3 Brittana.

Quell by Swinging Cloud Brittany never questioned her life, or the Games. She accepted that competing in the brutal brawl to the death- and winning- was an inevitable part of her future. But now, for the first time ever, she has something to lose; something she wants that she can never, ever have- because in the end, if she wants to win, she will have to kill her... AU. Hunger Games!Brittana

What Bliss by casualcoterie An old GKM fill about Brittana watching Brittany's sister on Halloween.

I’ll Teach You to Dance by monochromeheartbeatThree years after graduation, Santana Lopez and her roommates, Quinn Fabray and Rachel Berry, attend a dance class in NYC. Follows most of the events in Glee if Brittany had never gone to WMHS.

I Need a Medic by GorsheninAU. Army!Brittana. It's wrong on so many levels. It's fraternization, it's unprofessional, it could cost you your rank, your career, and worse-hers; but you can't stay away. You need her and it has nothing to do with the palpitations in your chest.

Your Past Is Never Far by happylikeafool An exploration of Brittany's past. There are somethings you don't want anyone, not even your best friend, to know. Warning: mentions of child abuse.

#brittana #fic rec

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Alt-talia Compilation: Bloody

Greetings, everyone. It seems Halloween has ended already... but the event isn’t over yet!

So this is another fic for hetaween; or rather, another compilation! This is for 10/27: Bloody. Now, I thought I could skip that day, because I thought it had to be about Halloween specifically. But it turns out that wasn’t the case. So I’m going to release some here. I was thinking releasing a Hetalia Emblem fic for this prompt… but man there were so many ideas for this one. These aren’t the only ones, even. I’m just posting this now so that I can get it out while I can, with more to be added in reblogs. If I can, I’ll try to do the HE one though.

Since the first story ended up being way longer than expected, I decided to put it at the end, with the shortest fic, a scene I’ve had an idea for a long while that could be considered a companion piece to “Past The Finest Hour” in a way, at the beginning, kind of like animated shorts before an animated movie. There’s also a deleted scene that is actually an alternate version of the main feature, but I couldn’t follow up on it. I might post something using the same basic idea for “Nightmare”, though.

Also, once again, I must reiterate that Alt-talia is generally a more morally grey, dark AU. Also at least a few popular relationship dynamics in canon are absolutely shattered here, so keep that in mind. And the main story references a certain... infamous historical incident. It doesn’t feature it, it just references it, but I warned you. And these will all be referencing some kind of violent incident or time period in history. I just hope I gave them the respect they deserve. And since I can’t think of any era cues, I’ll just state upfront that said fic one takes place in the 60s, after the 1963 Élysée Treaty specifically; eventually, I’ve managed to narrow it down to not long after said treaty, probably 1963 - 1965. Also, I tried making the characters speak in an accent, but since they have border languages that are similar, they’re speaking that here instead. Also accents might cause Narm.

Note: I use a word that is often classified as a slur here. However, I feel that it’s appropriate to the era.

So, without further ado...

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(Also… people who read my fics, please reblog? I’ve spent so much time on them, I want more people to see them.)

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Keep Calm

The Battle of Britain had been raging for days; and Canada was growing worried.

The bombing had just begun and it was bad; quite bad. He had finished ushering another contingent of civilians into bunkers and tunnels, following the signs that now covered the city, hopefully safe from the fire and fury that rained upon what used to be their homes.

“Ah, Canada-“

And there his father was.

His head, a good part of of his face, and neck covered in blood.

Matthew just barely held back a scream.

“Father, your head is covered in blood, can you not see that?! Please take it easy!”

“Ah, this?” He was terribly serene, but that was punctuated with a cough.

“Terribly irritating, I must say-“ more hacking coughs “-Jerry, that nuisance. The blood is stinging my eyes-“

And with a painful-sounding cough, he coughed blood.

Canada’s face paled as it stained his uniform.

“GOOD GOD! ...Sorry at the outburst, but how can you call that ‘terribly irritating’?!”

The Blitz had indeed been affecting him; however, his face, as usual, was calm, as if he had a somewhat annoying cold.

More bombs fell, and again he coughed red, making Canada flinch.

He had never seen his father this hurt; the cliffs of Dover had protected him since the time of the Norman Conquest, and he probably hadn’t experienced this much damage, especially in his capital city, in that long a time.

But yet…

“A mere few square kilometers destroyed, is all…”

“MERE?!”

“We are nations, Canada. And can you not shout? I’m quite fine, thank you.”

He took off his scarf, compressing his wound.

“I shall get back in the air in two hours now. You need to take flight soon too, lad. Chop-chop.”

Matthew, the personification of the Dominion of Canada, sighed loudly.

“I’m not a ‘lad’ anymore father.”

His father chuckled.

“You are finally growing up, Canada.”

Even after all these centuries, his father’s ability to seemingly be unfettered by anything always never ceased to surprise him.

“I could use an ale now, however.”

“Father! Please!”

As he had been outside, guiding the citizens to their bunkers, many had been just like him.

Maybe, the best way to spite the enemy was this after all; to show that you wouldn’t be affected by their attempts, that no matter what, they would always remain as they always had been.

After all, his father hadn’t become the largest empire the world had ever seen for no reason.

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Unbreakable

Byelorussia bled.

With every Nazi her ragtag group of partisans killed, intentionally or not, her flesh tore and burned, and her mouth tasted of choking, suffocating liquid iron.

If she were human, she would have probably died from pain alone long ago.

She was able to cover most of them by now before the others noticed, and it helped that her old, worn uniform was becoming more and more loose-fitting as her emaciated body grew thinner by the day. But the others surely knew something was wrong. Her headscarf had become torn from use as bandages, and she couldn’t afford to use much of their already limited resources.

Unbeknownst to them, some of that blood belonged to their families, friends, and neighbors.

She knew what they were trying to do. Many of the partisans urged her to take a rest, at the very least; but her usefulness to the group never faded, much to their confusion. But her nation status, unbeknownst to them, gave her the ability to make them easily dismiss strange idiosyncrasies of her existence.

However, she was only even able to walk by sheer force of will. They had started changing their tactics; less Nazis killed, in favor of other methods of sabotage, made the massacres less frequent. Her swamps and forests slowed them down already, and she gained great satisfaction in knowing the anguish and annoyance she caused Germany and his allies. Though occasionally she pitied the clearly inadequately equipped ones, sometimes barely better than they were; usually Italians.

Germany’s leaders had apparently told him she was more harmless than her siblings, easily subjugated; a worthy slave. Judging by their obsession with furthering their “Aryan Race”, and being a rare female nation, she sometimes shivered at the implication of that; they already treated her as less than human when they caught her and sent her to work, though so far they hadn’t done anything of that sort to her... yet. The fact that they took infants they deemed “Aryan” enough was even stronger evidence to it. But by now, they surely knew she was more than merely Lithuania’s wife waiting for his return from battle at home, cooking and praying for him, even all those centuries ago. She did not know exactly why, but she had to survive. She would not die here.

She was a nation after all. Or at least, she believed she was.

She couldn’t be sure about her future; by the time the war was over, it was almost guaranteed she would once again be taken into the Soviet Union, an easy picking, too weak to fight back, into the strangling clutches of Stalin. Even now, most of the partisan groups she had found herself in were Red Army detachments, and as much as she hated admitting it, without them she would be almost completely at the Reich’s mercy by now, constantly under his jackboot. Or worse.

However, that didn’t matter now. All that mattered was getting through today. And then, the war. And she was going to see the end of it, even if it meant dragging herself there.

She looked over their supply; due to lack of resources, Petrol Bombs - or Molotov Cocktails, as Finland, their inventor, spitefully called them - had proved to be a boon to them.

Soon, an important convoy would be passing through; that would be their chance to strike.

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An Uneasy Forgiveness

Blood.

West Germany’s hands dripped with red.

His lungs felt like they were on fire from the hyperventilation, his heart raced, his vision blurred.

Now, he scrubbed his hands under the cold water, raising the intensity and rubbing the soap onto his hand again, the water glugging into the basin.

“Verdammt, verdammt, verdammt!”

Tears pricked his eyes as the man continued to try in vain to get the dreadful liquid off his hands.

Simple tears became sobs as he rubbed his hands raw.

On his hands was the blood of every Jew, every Pole, every Russian, Belarusian, Ukrainian, every Gypsy, every homosexual, every so-called “traitor”, everyone else he had determined as “less than human” he had destroyed the lives of.

“Verdammt, Verdammt, VERDAMMT!”

But yet, it wasn’t something he could wash away.

“Hé! What are you doing this early, I can hear you all the way from-“

Germany didn’t notice that the other occupant of this place had woken up and spotted him, until in the mirror, he saw him.

He froze, his red, puffy eyes meeting with the other nation’s.

France.

Germany’s eyes widened, unable to move, hyperventilating, shaking like a leaf, as he attempted to speak, but all that his throat produced were pathetic whines.

He felt his cold stare on him.

“What are you doing?”

“Frankreich... the blood, it won’t...”

His voice cracked, but he didn’t care.

But he didn’t notice the concern growing across France’s face, despite himself. He saw no blood; though he wouldn’t have been surprised if they indeed started bleeding from how frighteningly red and chapped they had become.

“It won’t...”

And he saw so much... vulnerability in the young man’s swollen eyes, his tear stained face, his disheveled hair, his youth making itself painfully apparent.

“Blood?! I don’t see any blood! What’s your deal, brat?”

“Frankreich... please...”

Germany felt the water shut off.

“Stop.”

“But...”

His normally deep voice sounded so meek and frail. Despite him being slightly taller than him, the younger man might as well have become a child again in front of him. No... if this were Germany as a child, he would have probably reveled in making the little hellspawn cry harder. At the time at least.

He avoided France’s gaze, afraid to even look him in the eye.

“I... I’m sorry for waking you. I...I’m s-sorry that you had to stay with me... I... I know you hate me... I know I can’t just sign away what I’ve done to you...”

Germany knew that France wasn’t here because he enjoyed his company. He had made a point and show out of demanding he get a separate bedroom. He knew full well that even within the ECSC, everyone only cooperated with him because they were even more tired of war more than they hated him. Belgium was the only one who reached out to him; he didn’t know why, after what he had done to her in both wars, but it was most likely just realpolitik. He knew, under her meek demeanor, she most likely still despised him. The rest, the Netherlands, Luxembourg, Italy, and yes, France, all of them, made no such gestures. He felt it every time they met; how Luxembourg “accidentally” blew smoke in his face, how the Netherlands spat at him as he spoke if he didn’t outright berate him, how Italy refused to look at him as he toiled on the assembly lines.

And how when they shook hands that fateful day, where they officially buried the hatchet, France’s arm seemed oh so rigid, his smile forced.

Of course they did.

After all, it was their blood on his hands too.

He crumpled to his knees, sobbing. His younger self would have probably been disgusted at how he looked now, on his knees at the feet of his former archenemy. But that didn’t matter anymore. His pride didn’t matter anymore.

France was speechless.

It was so very bizarre. Not only was this type of behavior almost unthinkable for a nation, especially for such a man as Germany, but not long ago, France would have been euphoric to witness the sight of his most hated rival pitifully crumpled on the ground in front of him, vulnerable, broken, pathetic. From the day this brat was born, he had resented him. Him and his emotionally stunted, cold-hearted, warmongering father both. His very birth had been possible because of him being humiliated, his capital starved and besieged. He would have probably kicked him in the gut and laughed, spat at him, or at least taunted him.

And to be sure, he still felt some of that.

But, like when he met him in Berlin after he surrendered, another emotion gnawed at him from inside.

Pity.

Then, sympathy.

This wasn’t the genocidal, wrathful, goose-stepping Germany who had proclaimed his people superior above all else. It was the starving, weak, scared Germany he, America, and England had delivered bread to in that Airlift over a decade ago.

He wasn’t his father. He wasn’t Prussia.

And he had come here for a reason. He might as well do what he came here for.

“Get up.”

Germany, still quivering, looked up at him.

France made his way to the door of the bathroom.

“I said, get up. I thought you were good at taking orders? Or are you trying to be an annoying brat?”

He might as well try. It wasn’t like he wasn’t guilty of anything anyway.

And after some hesitation, Germany followed.

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Germany laid on his bed, letting the soft pillows absorb his tears. He had calmed down somewhat, or at least to the point where he could speak coherently.

“Mind if I borrow your smokes and lighter?”

No reply.

“Then. I might as well.”

On the nightstand was a pack of HBs. They were no Gauloises, but they would have to do.

He took out a cigarette as the younger nation began to speak again.

“I didn’t want to believe it at first. I think my mind repressed it. But... I can’t run from the truth anymore. I just don’t know what to do. What... what can even be done after something so terrible? That awful man manipulated me. But... ultimately, I fell for his words. I was naïve. We all were. Ultimately, it was our fault...”

France, his back leaning lazily against the bedframe, lit a cigarette.

Germany squeezed the sheets in his fists.

“You hate me, don’t you?”

France took a puff; he grumbled a bit about the weak taste and aroma. A few moments passed as the smoke rose.

“Maybe.”

“...”

“But I signed that Friendship Treaty. We shook hands. We officially agreed that our past was behind us. I was sent here to spend a few days with you so we could learn to get along, and I agreed to it. I could’ve followed President De Gaulle’s orders - he’s a good man, that De Gaulle - but for once, I didn’t. I might as well try to start doing what I’m supposed to.”

Germany looked at him, his cornflower blue eyes still wet, but no longer leaking new tears. He was, once again, silent.

“...Besides.”

He took another puff, the smoke dissipating in the air.

The prisoner laid at his feet, cursing him out in his Arabic dialect on the floor of the dark, cold cell, bloody coughs staining his combat boots between pained shouts, hatred-soaked shouts that Allah would damn him to hell.

He clenched his eyes and rammed his boot into the colony’s stomach again.

“...The truth is, I have to deal with you, no matter what. You’re my neighbor. And we’re nations. We stick together when it’s best for our interests, and we fight when it’s best for our interests. Pretty sure you know this well; your father knew this better than anyone else. And now, trying to be your ally is probably in my best interest, though not so sure about ‘friend’. But who knows. And we want it to stay that way. Might as well try not to fight it.”

He put the cigarette out, the cigarette making a quiet “pssshhh...” sound as it was pressed against the ashtray.

“I’ll try to forgive you. Can’t guarantee for the others though. Though I don’t think I’m the most important one you should be apologizing to for your latest fuck up. I wouldn’t be surprised if Israel and Poland never completely forgive you. Maybe not even in a thousand years. But know that... I’ll at least try to start over. We need to go about this together, whether I like it or not. Might as well try to help show you a different life than what daddy Preußen taught you.”

Germany’s voice hitched again. It was clear he hadn’t made his mind up about his father yet. Understandable. And France wasn’t one to talk about parenting either.

“Thank you... really...”

Now it was France’s turn to remain quiet, as he let the younger one speak.

“When I was little, I remember vater told me that my future and survival wouldn’t be decided by speeches and majority decisions, but by iron and blood. He was quoting Chancellor Bismarck, I believe. Hopefully... I won’t need that advice anymore, from now on.”

“I see, you’re pretty good at this too.”

France lit up another cigarette.

“But if you do anything silly again, remember I’m the one with the nuke.”

“Jawo... Ja.”

“Good. We could go for a smoke later. You probably need one. But I’ll be going back to bed-“

“Don’t leave. Please.”

The older man sighed.

“Fine, you damn brat.”

Their eyes met.

“...Are we friends?”

“...Hopefully. Now, stop acting like that. It’s jarring. You need rest.”

A pause.

“…But if you need a smoke now, I’ll light it for you.”

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The metallic, gruesome stench of blood surrounded Germany.

Nothing, nothing but darkness and blood. He gasped for air, his feet kicking in the thick, vile liquid searching for a floor that wasn’t there.

Eventually, the blood became hotter and hotter, first merely a singing heat, then searing, blistering, until the unbearable, tortuous heat pierced its way to his bones, boiling his flesh, only his struggles to keep his head above the surface keeping him from screaming in agony.

“Hilfe! Hilfe!”

He managed to choke out, before the scalding liquid spilled into his lungs.

Finally, with that, he sunk.

Deeper and deeper, he sank, the agonizing pain never stopping.

As he sank, he thought he saw many shadows, of all sexes, ages, and sizes, staring at him solemnly, quietly.

Among them, he thought he saw the rest of the ECSC, Russia and Poland, watching his descent with what must have been contempt.

It was then everything became cold as death.

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(Explanation: the deleted scene was a reference to Dante’s Inferno; according to Dante, in the 7th circle of Hell is the realm of the violent, where souls are immersed in a boiling river of blood. However, it was maybe a bit odd I was using an Italian story for Germany)

Characterization notes: England is the epitome of Stiff Upper Lip in at least this time period in Alt-Talia; he isn’t quite a tsundere, to say the least. He’d be classified more as a kuudere perhaps, but not quite due to the whole British politeness thing.

Belarus is a big one; as readers who’ve read my other fic know, I write Belarus quite different than from canon. She’s probably one of the most human-like, in that her wish is to live a peaceful existence, not power or prestige, and unlike in canon she comes off more as a victim of circumstance than an instigator. While other nations would be motivated by a lot of nationalism, here she just wants to survive first and foremost. She’s generally quiet, even well-mannered, and excluding the Jews and Roma was hurt the most in WWII in terms of proportion of population; estimates of Belarusian deaths go as high as a quarter of the population, and including deportations and displacement the number can go as high as half (!). I like writing her because she just comes across as a woman with a tough life who just gets the crap beaten out of her for no fault of her own except geography. But when driven into a corner even she will be willing to bite back, if just for her people.

#hetaween #hetaween 19/20 #alt-talia #historical hetalia #hws england #aph england #hws canada #aph canada #hws belarus #aph belarus #hws germany #aph germany #hws france #aph france #tw genocide mention #bringbackhetalia2k19

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WILLIAM, Sherlock,Scott, OF BASKERVILLE

Accepting the fact that Sherlock BBC is, among other things, a summa and reworking of all (let's say many because all would be honestly impossible) the previous adaptations of Doyle's creature, we cannot ignore THE NAME OF THE ROSE. Defined here (x) brilliantly a medieval AU because in other way it really couldn’t be done, considering that being a novel it is indeed a work of fiction (fiction). Furthermore, we can’t ignore how Eco was a fan of the sleuth, he wrote also essays about him and also edited a collection of pieces by various authors about the deductive method of Sherlock Holmes. The book is THE SIGN OF THREE, and this should already get our attention and I think that the Moffits have paid some attention to the Italian scholar (the book is about logic and semiotics and that are not exactly my cup of tea, so I will avoid talking about it further so as not making me more ridiculous than it normally does, but you have to know that it exists). This is to say that probably Eco himself wouldn’t be too offended by being placed among fan fiction writers. But even this in the end is totally irrelevant, because as he himself says, once a book is complete, the author disappears, and the relationship that is created is between the reader and the work. The reader is free and obliged to draw his interpretations.

Obviously THE NAME OF THE ROSE is much more than a medieval transposition of Sherlock Holmes, it is a treatise on theology, philosophy and semiotics. A compendium of medieval history and an allegory of Italy in the 1970s, a set of puzzles. The readings that can be made of the book are many and this was precisely the intention of the author.

But obviously what interests us is Sherlock Holmes (always).

The protagonist of the book is called Guglielmo/William of Baskerville. The names are important, and this is a lesson that the Moffits have learned well. Stat rosa pristina nomina, nomina nuda tenemus. We may never come to know the true essence of things, the truth maybe is unknowable, but at least we have the names and possess their knowledge. William (don’t ring a bell?) as William of Ockham . There's a lot of Ockham in Holmes's method. Occam's Razor for which for the solution of a problem the simplest solution must be applied among the existing ones, it is easily applicable to the Holmesian method. Once the impossible has been eliminated (cut off like a razor) the improbable (the complicated, implausible and unlikely solutions), even if unlikely, what remains, must be the truth. And the search of truth is a constant throughout the book, the truth about the crimes of the Abbey, but above all about the Truth as an absolute concept. A truth that, as William says, is liberty (THOB), but which escapes to the point at the end we/Adso/William are doubting its existence as an absolute concept. The William in the book is blatantly Sherlockian. English in the first place, higher than the norm, but which appears even higher as he’s very thin. He has a sharp and slightly hooked nose, his face is elongated with an expression that is both acute and alert. Very agile, endowed with inexhaustible energy in moments of activity, which alternated with others of complete immobility. We see him several times completely lost in his thoughts, with his eyes closed and his mouth following inaudible speeches. He is described as being able to remain completely still on his bed, with vacant and silent eyes for long periods. Who describes him to us wonders if by chance it was not possible that this state was induced by mysterious substances, and at least once we see Guglielmo chewing mysterious leaves that help him to think. Easily inclined to give up sleep and food if the case dictates.

He has an extraordinary delicacy of touch if necessary. He is a man capable of fantasizing about a future in which boats will be faster and will go without the strength of men or sailing, a world in which flying and submarine vehicles will exist, because the things that are not there yet are not said not there will be. I would venture, not even that much, and call him a man out of his time.

A normally mild man, he can become brusque and often, to bring an interrogation to a successful end, he takes advantage of a moment of weakness for the interrogated. This is one of those traits that I don't remember being canonical but that we certainly see in Sherlock BBC.

At talking about him is his young disciple, his blogger scribe. All we know of William and the affairs of the Abbey we know thanks to a manuscript that speaks of a manuscript which is then the manuscript of William's disciple. How many holmesian pastiche use the expedient of the rediscovered manuscript? I lost the calculation. This young disciple is called wADSOn, he looks to his teacher with affection and unspeakable wonder, and with his observations that seem irrelevant leads Guglielmo on the way to solution (light conductor). He admits that once his master gives an explanation of his deductions, everything seems so clear that he regrets not having understud it alone. The function of Aso from the poetic point of view is to put a distance between the author and what is narrated. It is not the author who writes the story, but a young Benedictine from the 1300s. The narrator is young and still unaware and amazed at the things of the world, so when he tells about them he doesn't do it in a didactic tone, but as if it were something new for he as it is for us. Adso records events without completely understanding them, and this helps the less educated reader (I believe 98%) to navigate between these complex pages. If there is something he doesn't understand, it is probably something that Adso did not understud before him. This kind of trick is the same one used by Doyle that through Watson allows us to understand how the mind of Holmes works, step by step. This does not mean that wADSOn is stupid, on the contrary, only that he is learning. It doesn't even seem a coincidence that William is a monk. A man who has chosen to dedicate himself to the intellect, repressing and suppressing everything that is carnal. Adso is young, still impulsive and inexperienced, and will yield to the temptations of the flesh (once only).

A curious feature of Guglielmo is that, having now at least fifty years and presumably being presbyopic, he uses glasses, an unusual object for the time. It could be nothing but I like to read it a reference to Doyle as an ophtalmologist. And in a narrative space the glasses are lost and the monk finds himself unable to read. We can say that this is a moment in which he sees, but can't observe. William reads the signs of reality to look for possible truths. In the first moment when we meet him he deduces the existence of a horse from simple signs left in the woods, he is actually a detective. But in his life he was also an Inquisitor, a position he left. We see him in the book confronting an inquisitor Bernardo Gui and we see the difference in attitude. The inquisitor is more interested in punishing the defendants, while Guglielmo wants to discover the culprits, "unraveling a beautiful and tangled skein". The same attitude that we see in Holmes that always looks a little beyond what the police do and absolute justice does has more value than secular justice. In his search for truth, Guglielmo says that no hypothesis, even if extraordinary, should be overlooked. He himself tells that he aligns many elements that apparently have no connection and makes assumptions about them. But to arrive at a solution, he has to pretend many hypotheses, some so absurd that he is ashamed to tell them. The elimination of the impossible by staging. This sounds a lot like MInd Theater, doesn't it? Among the other references to the Canon, the most obvious is the use of a burned plant that creates visions. There is also a moment in which Guglielmo states that God must be good if he generated nature. Holmes will instead say that nature, its beauty (a rose!) Is proof of the existence of God (BRUC). The story of the novel unfolds inside an Abbey on the top of a hill. Inside the walls, barely contained, overlooking the rocks there is a construction called the Aedificium. It is divided into three parts. There is the Kitchen, the Scriptorium and the Library. An absolutely symbolic place. The kitchen is the body, it satisfies the needs, it prepares food but it is also the place where a carnal congress is consumed (food / sex metaphor). The Scriptorium is the space of intellect, of knowledge. The Library instead is conceived as a labyrinth, a place where knowledge is kept, but at the same time it is made inaccessible. Something very similar to the unconscious, which in the BBC Sherlock we see buried under the ground, while here it stands out against the sky (like a plane maybe). The curious thing is the shape of the building, built on a rigid symbolic and mathematical basis, it looks like this:

We find a similar shape both in the Mind Palace (Moriarty's cell and probably operating theater) and in Baskerville.

In the Library the books that are the sum of human, licit and illicit knowledge are jealously guarded, in fact the librarian reserves the right to keep some of them hidden. A structure that seems very similar to the human psyche, to the eternal struggle between conscious and unconscious thought, between memories and removed that in BBC Sherlock seems to be recurrent. The relationship between master and disciple is among the most platonic and there seems to be no doubt in this regard. Adso loves Guglielmo, loves his intellect but also his features, he argues in the purest way (not that the admiration imbued with sexuality cannot be pure, this is a heavy Catholic heritage from which we have not yet freed ourselves, but it is a meta for another time), but also he need to clarify unnecessarily the concept and in later life he will confess to let the gaze linger longer on the young novices.

Guglielmo on his part is never if not paternal regard to Adso. Their relationship, however, seems weaker than that between the two original characters that inspired them, but that was probably not the point of the novel. This doesn't mean that the issue of homosexuality is not treated. If we want we can also say that all the dead involved had had homosexual relations and all had somehow had had to do with a forbidden book. The story takes place inside a convent, the characters involved are all men, apart from an external exception, feminine, which will seduce Adso, even if this fact is susceptible to interpretative doubts. Being a faithful chronicle of the times, homosexual relations are doomed, but after all even heterosexual ones it's just condoned. We are talking about friars. But if heterosexual relations are tolerated, they are part of heterodoxy, homosexual ones are decidedly condemned, like heretics. It is no wonder that in so many heresies sodomy is an integral part. It falls within the fear and condemnation of the different, the different is a heretic, the homosexual is different, homosexuality is heresy. An easy syllogism. In the name of the Rose the feminine is ephemeral. There is this unique beautiful girl with whom Adso will be joining the same night he had previously had an apparently innocent encounter with a friar. We see she only for a fleeting moment. The feminine seems to be an allegory of all that is seductive. Devilishly seductive because we are among men for whom the pleasures of the flesh are a weakness.

Friar Ubertino, the one with whom Adso meets before giving in to the girl's flattery, speaks with desire of the forms of the virgin Mary, but he does so by holding the young Adso to himself. Every time a friar, which will then be indulged in homosexual pleasures, is described to us, a feminine characteristic is added to him. The feminine is not something that exists in this context, but desire, love, jealousy, in its best and worst aspects, yes. And all this is represented, but only allegorically by the feminine. Besides, Adso will tell about the girl that he didn't even know her name. One wonders if he didn't know it or maybe he just didn't dare to name it. The debate between orthodoxy and heresy runs through the whole book. It is a mainstay. And if under a pure textual meaning we can read an other, political, one (the Italian Brigate Rosse as heretics) a further level of reading is possible, halfway between the subtext and the surface. Then again the relationship between homosexuality and heresy. And heretics were burned. Adso tells that he experienced a state similar to ecstasy in witnessing the burning of an heretic, an ecstasy that reminds him the fleshly one that he will then experience firsthand. A connection that amazes the friar himself, but that tells us a lot about the real nature of what he lived.

Guglielmo's antagonist is an old blind man who will eventually lead to the destruction of the Library. Their relationship is love and hate, admiration and repulsion. Difficult not to see the Moriaty / Holmes relationship. Towards the end we see the same old man in the middle of the Library which is actually a labyrinth, a labyrinth that is described as a web. Throughout the book the two tease, provoke themselves, do a dance that has a lot of seduction. All caused by a book that the old man wanted to keep secret and when this was no longer possible the Library ended up on fire before the water managed to extinguish its flames. "Guglielmo wept". (water/emotions). The theme of the book is the laughter. It refers to a hypothetical lost Aristotle's book concerning the Comedy. In short the meaning of the book is that laughter has its own dignity, its cognitive value. Comedy, the comedian, saying things differently, ridiculing them, forces us to look at them more carefully, and we end up seeing the hidden truth. At the same time, even the most fearful things, when turned into comedy, lose their terrifying power. Laughter free from fear (and it is the main reason why it is feared) The thought is immediately at every moment when John and Sherlock are represented as homosexuals in BBC Sherlock. These are always jokes, ridiculous moments. But as we are told in the fictitious book in The Name of the Rose, laughter conceals the truth. A book in a book that talks about books, because, it is repeated several times, all books speak of other books, each book is a reference to a previous book and from obvious books it is possible to arrive at occult books. As if to say that to understand a book it is enough to have another one. London AZ for Sherlock and our still unknown book. Unknown probably because not unique. A set of books (code booKs), but just because Sherlock Holmes has left the sphere of books and has expanded himself into other media. The Name of the Rose is a book about books, a complex labyrinth of intertextual quotations, but also a use manual of books. The books are something that involves the author and the text in the first place, but once it's finished, the relationship is the one that is established between the reader and the text. And the texts are meant to be interpreted. "Books are not meant to be believed but to be subjected to investigation. In front of a book we must not ask ourselves what it says, but what it means ... the letter must be discussed even if the supersense remains good. " *I humbly apologize but I don't have a reference text in English, so this is a horrid, as usual for me, translation of the perfect Eco's Italian (sooner or later I will learn English .... maybe when I won't lose so much time on a certain author ;-P) A licence for those like us who want to go beyond the visible, the admission that a text is more of what appears, which is susceptible to generate always different readings without ever running itself out completely. And this is true for some books more than for others, because in some the subtext presses towards the surface, barely contained by metaphors, mirrors and allegories. Since ancient times methods for expressing truth. Metaphors, puzzles, word games, which sometimes seem put in a text out of pure delight, often hide truths that want to be kept silent, for various reasons, to most people. A book on books that talk about books hidden in books, books that hide the truth under layers of words. A book about a medieval Sherlock Holmes and rarely the universe is so lazy.

@sarahthecoat @possiblyimbiassed @gosherlocked @ebaeschnbliah @sagestreet

#the name of the rose #sherlock reference #code books

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michimiart-blog · 5 years

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Greetings! Today I am gonna show you some info about a character that I created when I was in an imagination attack.

Her name is Drigreia and she was created inside a fallen multiverse of Undertale. So, come and hear a little bit of her backstory.

Important fact: I imagine the multiverses of Undertale with numbers, for example: Canon (Original Multiverse) is №1, Fanon (Multiverse of Fandom) is №2, Swapverse (Reboot/Eraser) №3, DreamSwap №5, etc etc etc... (yes if you want, at some point I can tell you the numbers of the other multiverses)

In addition, the Original Multiverse (where the real characters are found, the real Ink, Error, Fresh, Core!Frisk, etc etc etc ...) is protected by "Guardian Princesses", which prevent other multiverses (Shattered, Recode, Fanon ...) approach the original. That said, let's start.

Drigreia and Crawden are two traveling beings among multiverses. They are not simply limited to the universes of a multiverse (such as Core!Frisk), they are among all the multiverses of Undertale (DreamSwap, Shattered, The Original Multiverse, etc ...). Except Drigreia. She doesn't limit herself at just "Undertale's Multiverses", she travels around all the fandoms.

But before we go to that, check out who was Drigreia first.

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UnderTale!Frisk and UnderSwap!Chara were very great friends, and despite being treated like children without gender, both were considered women.

When they met Sunset (an alternate Dream from their multiverse), they were always willing to be with him and give him their support first and foremost. They knew that Sunset was suffering because he was "used" simply to make everyone "happy", and they knew that due to the balance of good and bad, he had to put aside his suffering to fulfill his role. That made them very sad because he could never be really happy.

At the time he was attacked, they were the only ones who tried to help him as soon as they saw him with those wounds, but despite their efforts, Sunset was already physically and emotionally shattered to the point of giving them his cape and crown, and later to see the eyes of both human, dying due to the horrible wounds that couldn't be healed. After his death, and more power on the negative side, many times Undertale!Chara and Underswap!Frisk tried to convince them to make a genocidal route, but they never could. "Surrendered", they simply left the old friends of Sunset alone.

The humans US!Chara and UT!Frisk were very depressed, but one day it occurred to them to exchange universes. UT!Frisk and US!Chara were in the area of the Ruins of the opposing universes, when they both noticed that UT!Chara and US!Frisk were beginning a genocidal route; Desperate, both made a RESET, but completely forgot that none was in their universe. This caused Underswap and Undertale to erase the codes of both humans because they did not belong where they were, and as a chain reaction, the lack of Frisk in Undertale caused its destruction, leading to the destruction of the entire Multiverse.

A princess who had recreated the codes of Sunset (now called Crawden) and making him a traveler among multiverses, found the remnants of the codes and part of the soul of US!Chara and UT!Frisk, seeing that one was missing what the another had and vice versa, joined them both, with soul and everything, forming a young adult woman who still wore the old cloak of Sunset and a new form of his crown. She called this woman Drigreia.

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Crawden and Drigreia were equal beings, and they met on one of their visits to Shattered Dreamtale. Although they forgot the great friendship they had in the past, both returned to recreate that friendship and become siblings.

Some time later, Drigreia discovered the "fourth wall", realizing that they are part of a "fandom". She told Crawden about her discovery, excited to discover beyond the fandom of Undertale, the one mentioned told her that he would accompany her to the exit, but he was afraid to go beyond the fandom. Both formed an agreement that she would travel and watch the fandoms, while he stayed and watched the multiverses of Undertale.

Drigreia left the Undertale fandom, and observing how all the fandoms were, decided to catalog them in different categories and sections, in order to have easier access to all of them.

Although both are separated, from time to time Drigreia stays around Undertale to repair or redirect the temporary lines affected by a virus or with a defective history.

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Canon data

1- Drigreia and Crawden do not consider themselves omnipresent people, they know what will happen because they saw it in the codes. Unlike Core!Frisk, Drigreia doesn't know how to anticipate future events and can not be in several places; Crawden, on the other hand, can be in several places but he doesn't know how to anticipate future events if he has not experienced them first. Both, on the other hand, can interfere in the past after knowing what will happen and can prevent that fact.

2 - Drigreia and Crawden only intervene if there is a stranger to the timeline affecting the multiverse (or fandom in the case of Drigreia) and said entity could harm more than one universe (or fandom).

3- Regarding the previous point, they only intervene if the strange entity damages the original story or the original alternate timeline/universes created by some other person. Example: The multiverse that I created called ReCode. If an entity affects the alternate Swap!ReCode timeline, Crawden/Drigreia will not do anything, but if that entity goes to the original ReCode timeline, they will intervene.

4- Crawden rescued a SoulFell!Papyrus from the multiverse №30 that had been self-destructed, when he saved him, let him roam the multiverses next to them, creating a new skeleton called Klowell.

5- Drigreia has a bad habit of experimenting. When she found the fandom of Panic Room and its AUs, she came up with the fantastic idea of swapping Panic Room Twist Fate with Panic Room Original, meaning that the characters were changed.

6- If Crawden or Drigreia appeared physically in some Multiverse, the alternate versions of Core!Frisk (of the multiverse where they are) will have their powers to open portals and omnipresent vision blocked until they leave.

7- Drigreia has a favorite fandom of each category and section. Example: Cat: Movie, Sec: Action, Fandom: X. Cat: Games, Sec: Adventure, Fandom: Y., among others.

8 - Although it seems incredible, Drigreia's favorite fandom among the types of game that is Undertale, Undertale is not her favorite (And while being in that fandom she ended up dead).

9- The fandoms have a planet shape and have a huge poster made of codes with the name of the fandom.

10- The "toxic part of the fandoms" has a section called "Toxicity" and they are humanoid mutant forms.

11- When entering a fandom, the original universe of the fandom (Example: Fandom: Undertale, Universe: Undertale, Secondary Universe: Original Multiverse, Tertiary: DreamSwap, Shattered, NaJ, etc etc) is the largest you can see and you can see the events as if it were a TV screen without needing to be inside the story.

12- If she was given to choose which section of games is her favorite, she would choose "Hidden Objects" or "Puzzles", because she says that they are types of games that very few people admire and that almost always have a null fandom, besides being the almost unique fandoms without toxicity.

13- There is another being that comes out of its fandom, it is a mini version of a fandom of the Hidden Objects, this one sometimes accompanies Drigreia in his trips between fandoms. Said being returns to his respective fandom when he feels that someone is going to play said game.

14- When Crawden and Drigreia meet, the latter tells him what new fandom emerged, what fandom is being abandoned and tells him the stories of each fandom, and if they have any AU, it also says so.

#drigreia #fandom mention #undertale au #mention of panic room #mention of death #oc

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greekstreetart-talks · 6 years

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Giorgos Wake Beleveslis

The beginning of the new season comes with the architect in profession and street artist Giorgos Wake Beleveslis from Thessaloniki, permanently living in Berlin. Particularly polite and friendly he discusses with us about his start, Yakuza (a group with great interest since as a result of it several artists with remarkable works appeared ), the characters he creates in the public space and the way of life in the big urban centers.

When and how does your relation with visual art begin? Does the environment that you grew up affected you or is it a personal need which you evolved? I discovered my interest in painting only when graffiti knocked my door. I was 14 years old and suddenly found myself with a tool in my hands with which I could express myself and communicate in a new way. I didn’t have any direct influence from my family, we all together discovered what this is and where it could take me. Then I studied at the Architecture university of Volos and also met RTMone. These two have shaped a more structured and multifaceted relationship with visual arts.

When did you start to create in public space and what was the need that pushed you to? What does the street offer to an artist and what kind of difficulties come up? The year of 1998 in the basketball courts of Thessaloniki I began to observe the painted walls and realizing that from all the hip hop elements in my life this was the most surprising. At that time the book “Color of the City 1” came to my hands and everything cleared up: SGB, 114, I was totally hooked. The relation of a street artist with the street is a constantly changing situation. I started overwhelmed by the adrenalin and the immediate relation I develop with my city. A writer receives a great amount of knowledge when it comes to the urban fabric where he acts, that’s always a potential advantage. The endless hours spent outside is an educational procedure. In spite of the difficulties, all this situation can’t have but positive influence on the style of our work, on how we perceive people and our place in society. There comes a moment when this long-term life experience gives you back the stimuli you need growing up to continue being creative.

Member of Yakuza. A Greek crew that has great interest. When was it created, who does it consist of, how did it start and how do you imagine its future? Since 2003, the first core was born in Volos where with RTMone and Sive we developed a long friendship and through the “chill vibe” of countryside we could focus on character design and experiment with the surrounding area. The fact that we were far away from the grind of the competitive graffiti community in Athens, gave us the creative freedom to try new things, while we were still in the shadows.

As the workload was increasing, our personal style was becoming more defined and as the internet was making its way in our lives, our desire to introduce ourselves in a wider audience was growing.In 2006 the second core of the crew was making in parallel its own way in Thessaloniki with Amok, Risk, Rasel, Spike to produce high quality work attracting our interest. Us meeting each other led to the creation of a very explosive mix of traditional graffiti and a new school approach between street art and contemporary muralism. Perhaps it was the first time for all of us when there were all the elements that we liked in the wall. This coexistence seemed to have another dynamic. It was only a matter of time for Amok to say it out loud: Let’s give it a chance and let it roll.

Our course led us to a series of travels, participation in exhibitions and festivals and mainly many chances to produce new material. This interaction morphed in many ways the members of the group that now belong in a wide spectrum of arts: painting, muralism (Sive), illustration, teaching and organizing workshops (Rtmone), architecture, installations (Wake), tattoo, graphic design (Amok, Rasel), lettering (Risk, Spike), music and break-dance (12os Pithikos aka Winte)

You give the impression that there’s a lot of love and deep appreciation between you. How important is it for people with the same vision and goal to create together from scratch? The fact that we created YKZ in a more mature age made us very open-minded and flexible in the way we worked as a group, while we had the chance to begin our friendship on a strong groundwork. Under the umbrella of the group we exchanged knowledge and energy. Graffiti after all is a celebration and a team game. The feeling that you share this journey with similar weird types of people is priceless. For me the crew is the wider circle of friends that directly or indirectly has its own creating contribution all these years: Simao, Larry Gus, Ihad, Sad, Jamer, Apset, Ionas, Rino and the list goes on.

Your characters are probably geometrical, strict, most of the times giving the impression of being melancholic and hypotonic. Tell us about them! Is there each time a different story they “narrate”? The strictness in geometry comes from my architectonical background and my tendency to classify the anatomy in basic typologies. My color palette is more earthy, graffiti is aggressive and I try to minimize the tension and enter smoothly on the wall. Many times my characters are hypotonic, exhausted from the modern lifestyle and the hyper-exposure to information. There exists a feeling of bittersweetness, an incurable sense of nostalgia with references to the adventure of living away from your home. They contain experiential elements, they are illustrations of a notebook I leave on the street to start a dialogue: today I lived and felt that, you?

How much does an artist illustrate oneself or better the stimuli of ones everyday life? Maybe after all art isn’t a product of imagination, something that existed or never will. On the contrary, it’s the most genuine and sincere way to describe the naked reality as it is through a more subjective prism. Everyday life itself, us ourselves and the people with which we correlate is the most endless source of inspiration.

In the last few years you live and work abroad. Is art your main occupation? If not what is? How much does one influence the other? Since 2011 I live and work in Vienna as an architect. My master studies on urban design gave me the chance to go to avant-garde architecture offices like CoopHimmelb(l)au, where I could remain creative and participate on something I believe in. Architecture and graffiti are communicating vessels through which I exchange knowledge relative to the urban environment and design itself. Many of my projects maintain a dynamic geometry that comes from the deconstructivistic language of graffiti. However architecture is an object with clear limits and the cases that there’s a level of freedom are minimum. I’ ve never tried to make a living exclusively through art, recently I moved to Berlin in search of a better balance between these two.

Austria and Germany until now, right? Which are the differences with the Greek scene but also the reaction of the people to the public artworks? There’s a different tolerance towards graffiti in Greece, not because of the public appreciation for the art but because of the different prioritization of problems of the city, thinking that we have more serious problems to solve. Conditions make Greek graffiti more politicized and emotionally charged, they offer space and motivate a large amount of artists to take action and the quantity gradually brings quality. Berlin has some similarities in that regard but it also has the infrastructures and the history to evolve the Berlin scene in an international level through organizations, galleries, events etc that familiarize the –already educated- public even more. On the contrary Vienna isn’t the urban scenery in which graffiti will blossom, it passes any creative energy in the Halls of Fame, therefore it’s a city that concentrates on the cultural activities and offers to the public organized murals more and more.

Urban lifestyle where grey dominates, stress and fast-paced way of life. Isolation and distancing between people and nature. Is street art an essential need for a more pleasant daily life? That’s true. The occupation with street art is beneficial, it gives me the ability to mentally return to pleasant memories, it’s a type of psychoanalysis and externalization of a great deal of emotions. It’s a great way of socialization and the most interesting way to discover and be a part of the urban scenery. It’s an escape, a selfless offer on the city and its citizens with whom you’re in dialogue.

In ten years from now? I wish to remain restless, curious and see more. Also live by the sea.

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Ξεκίνημα της νέας σεζόν με τον αρχιτέκτονα στο επάγγελμα και street artist Γιώργο Wake Μπελεβεσλή από την Θεσσαλονίκη, μόνιμα εγκατεστημένο πλέον στο Βερολίνο. Ιδιαίτερα ευγενικός και φιλικός συζητάει μαζί μας για το ξεκίνημα του, τους Yakuza, (μια ομάδα με μεγάλο ενδιαφέρον καθώς μέσα από αυτή εμφανίστηκαν στην συνέχεια αρκετοί καλλιτέχνες με αξιόλογα έργα), τους χαρακτήρες που δημιουργεί στον δημόσιο χώρο αλλά και τον τρόπο ζωής στα μεγάλα αστικά κέντρα.

Πότε κ πως ξεκινάει η σχέση σου με τα εικαστικά; Σε επηρέασε το περιβάλλον που μεγάλωσες ή είναι μια δίκη σου ανάγκη την οποία καλλιέργησες; Ανακάλυψα το ενδιαφέρον μου για τη ζωγραφική μόνο όταν το graffiti μου χτύπησε την πόρτα. Ήμουν 14 και ξαφνικά βρέθηκα με ένα εργαλείο στα χέρια με το οποίο μπορούσα να εκφραστώ και να επικοινωνήσω με έναν πρωτόγνωρο τρόπο. Δεν είχα κάποια άμεση επιρροή από την οικογένεια μου, κι αυτοί μαζί με μένα ανακαλύπταμε τι είναι αυτό και που μπορεί να με πάει. Ακολούθησαν οι σπουδές μου στην Αρχιτεκτονική του Βόλου και η γνωριμία μου με τον RTMone. Αυτά τα 2 διαμόρφωσαν μια πιο δομημένη και πολύπλευρη σχέση με τα εικαστικά.

Πότε ξεκινάς να δημιουργείς στον δημόσιο χώρο και ποια η ανάγκη για αυτό; Τι διαφορετικό προσφέρει σ’ έναν καλλιτέχνη ο δρόμος και ποιες οι δυσκολίες που προκύπτουν; Το 1998 στα κλειστά γήπεδα μπάσκετ της Θεσσαλονίκης άρχισα να παρατηρώ τους βαμμένους τοίχους και να συνειδητοποιώ ότι από τα στοιχεία της hiphop που είχαν μπει στη ζωή μου αυτό ήταν το πιο ουρανοκατέβατο. Κάπου εκεί προσγειώθηκε στα χέρια μου το βιβλίο Χρώμα της Πόλης 1 και ξεκαθάρισαν όλα: SGB, 114, το μικρόβιο μπήκε για τα καλά. Η σχέση ενός street artist με το δρόμο είναι μια διαρκώς μεταβαλλόμενη κατάσταση. Ξεκίνησα συνεπαρμένος από την αδρεναλίνη και την άμεση σχέση που αποκτάω με την πόλη μου. Ένας writer αναπτύσσει φοβέρες γνώσεις σχετικά με τον αστικό ιστό όπου δρα, αυτό είναι πάντα ένα δυνητικό πλεονέκτημα. Ο ατέλειωτος χρόνος στο έξω είναι μια εκπαιδευτική διαδικασία. Παρόλη τη δυσκολία, όλο αυτό δε μπορεί παρά να έχει μια ευεργετική επίδραση στο ύφος της δουλειάς μας, στο πως αντιλαμβανόμαστε τους ανθρώπους και τη θέση μας μέσα στο κοινωνικό σύνολο. Έρχεται η στιγμή που αυτή η πολύχρονη βιωματική εμπειρία σού επιστρέφει απλόχερα τα ερεθίσματα που χρειάζεσαι μεγαλώνοντας για να συνεχίζεις να είσαι δημιουργικός.

Μέλος των Yakuza. Μια ελληνική ομάδα που έχει μεγάλο ενδιαφέρον. Πότε δημιουργήθηκε, από ποιους απαρτίζεται πως ξεκίνησε και πως βλέπεις το μέλλον της; Από το 2003 ο ένας πυρήνας σιγόκαιγε στο Βόλο όπου μαζί με τον RTMone και τον Sive αναπτύξαμε μια πολύχρονη φιλία και είχαμε τον χρόνο μέσα από τους αργούς ρυθμούς της επαρχίας να εστιάσουμε στο character design και να πειραματιστούμε με τον περιβάλλοντα χώρο. Το γεγονός ότι ήμασταν μακριά από την τριβή της ανταγωνιστικής graffiti κοινότητας στην Αθήνα, μας έδωσε τη δημιουργική ελευθερία να δοκιμάζο��με πράγματα όντας ακόμα στη σκιά.

Όσο ο όγκος της δουλειάς μεγάλωνε τόσο προσδιοριζόταν και το προσωπικό μας ύφος, και όσο το internet έμπαινε στη ζωή μας, τόσο μεγάλωνε και η όρεξη μας να συστηθούμε σε ένα ευρύτερο πια κοινό. Το 2006 ο δεύτερος πυρήνας του crew διέγραφε παράλληλα τη δική του πορεία στη Θεσσαλονίκη, με τον Amok, Risk, Rasel, Spike, να παράγουν πολύ ποιοτική δουλειά κεντρίζοντας το ενδιαφέρον μας. Η γνωριμία μας ήταν ένα πολύ εκρηκτικό μείγμα από παραδοσιακό graffiti και μια new school προσέγγιση που ακροβατούσε ανάμεσα στη street art και το contemporary muralism. Ίσως ήταν η πρώτη φορά για όλους μας όπου στον τοίχο υπήρχαν όλα τα στοιχεία που μας αρέσουν. Aυτή η συνύπαρξη φάνηκε να έχει μια άλλη δυναμική. Ήταν θέμα χρόνου για τον Amok να το πει δυνατά: Ας του δώσουμε ένα όνομα κι ας το αφήσουμε να τσουλήσει.

Η πορεία μας μάς έφερε μια σειρά από ταξίδια, συμμετοχή σε εκθέσεις και φεστιβάλ και κυρίως πολλές αφορμές για να παράγουμε καινούριο υλικό. Αυτή η αλληλεπίδραση διαμόρφωσε κατά πολύ τα μέλη του crew που πλέον ανήκουν σε ένα ευρύ φάσμα των τεχνών: ζωγραφική, muralism (Sive), illustration, διδασκαλία και οργάνωση workshops (Rtmone), αρχιτεκτονική, installations (Wake), tattoo, γραφιστική (Amok, Rasel ), lettering (Risk, Spike), μουσική και breakdance (12ος Πίθηκος aka Winte).

Δίνετε την εντύπωση πως υπάρχει πολλή αγάπη και βαθιά εκτίμηση μεταξύ σας. Ποσό σημαντικό είναι για ανθρώπους με το ίδιο όραμα και στόχο να δημιουργούν μαζί κάτι από το μηδέν; To γεγονός ότι φτιάξαμε τους ΥΚΖ σε μια πιο ώριμη ηλικία μας έκανε πολύ ανοιχτούς και ευέλικτους στον τρόπο που δουλεύουμε μεταξύ μας, ενώ είχαμε την ευκαιρία να ξεκινήσουμε τη φιλία μας σε πολύ γερές βάσεις. Υπό την ομπρέλα του crew ανταλλάξαμε γνώση και ενέργεια. Tο graffiti εξάλλου είναι γιορτή και ομαδικό παιχνίδι και το συναίσθημα ότι μοιράζεσαι αυτό το ταξίδι με παρόμοιους αλλόκοτους τύπους είναι ανεκτίμητο. Για μένα το crew είναι και ο ευρύτερος φιλικός μας κύκλος που έμμεσά ή άμεσα έχει τη δική του δημιουργική συνεισφορά όλα αυτά χρόνια: Simao, Larry Gus, Ihad, Sad, Jamer, Apset, Ionas, Rino, δεν τελειώνει η λίστα.

Οι χαρακτήρες σου είναι μάλλον γεωμετρικοί, αυστηροί, τις περισσότερες φορές δίνουν την εντύπωση ότι είναι μελαγχολικοί και λίγο υποτονικοί. Μίλησε μας για αυτούς! Υπάρχει μια διαφορετική ιστορία κάθε φορά που αφηγούνται; Η αυστηρότητα στη γεωμετρία προέρχεται από το αρχιτεκτονικό μου υπόβαθρο και την τάση μου να αναγάγω την ανατομία σε βασικές τυπολογίες. Η χρωματική που παλέτα είναι πιο γήινη, το graffiti είναι εξ’ ορισμού επιθετικό και προσπαθώ να μετριάσω τις εντάσεις και να μπω πιο ομαλά στον τοίχο. Πολλές φορές οι χαρακτήρες μου είναι υποτονικοί, εξουθενωμένοι από το σύγχρονο τρόπο ζωής και την υπερέκθεση σε πληροφορία. Υπάρχει μια χαρμολύπη, μια αθεράπευτη νοσταλγία με αναφορές στην περιπέτεια του να ζει κανείς μακριά από τον τόπο του. Περιέχουν βιωματικά στοιχεία, είναι εικονογραφήσεις ενός ημερολογίου που αφήνω στο δρόμο για να ανοίξω έναν διάλογο: Εγώ σήμερα έζησα και αισθάνθηκα αυτό, εσείς;

Ποσό εικονογραφεί ένας καλλιτέχνης τον εαυτό του ή καλύτερα τα ερεθίσματα από την καθημερινότητα του? Ίσως τελικά η τέχνη δεν είναι ένα προϊόν φαντασίας, κάτι που δεν υπήρξε ή δεν θα υπάρξει. Αντιθέτως, είναι ο πιο γνήσιος και ειλικρινής τρόπος για να περιγράψεις την πραγματικότητα γυμνή, ως έχει, μέσα από ένα υποκειμενικό πρίσμα. Η ίδια η καθημερινότητα, ο ίδιος μας ο εαυτός και οι άνθρωποι με τους οποίους συσχετιζόμαστε είναι η πιο αστείρευτη πηγή έμπνευσης.

Τα τελευταία χρόνια ζεις και εργάζεσαι στο εξωτερικό. Η τέχνη είναι η βασική σου εργασία; Αν όχι με τι ασχολείσαι και πόσο επηρεάζει η μια δουλειά την άλλη; Από το 2011 ζω και εργάζομαι στη Βιέννη ως αρχιτέκτονας. Οι μεταπτυχιακές σπουδές μου πάνω στον αστικό σχεδιασμό μού έδωσαν την ευκαιρία να βρεθώ σε avant-garde αρχιτεκτονικά γραφεία όπως οι CoopHimmelb(l)au, όπου μπόρεσα να παραμείνω δημιουργικός και να συμμετέχω σε κάτι που το πιστεύω. Η αρχιτεκτονική και το graffiti είναι για μένα συγκοινωνούντα δοχεία από τα οποία ανταλλάσσω γνώση σχετικά με το αστικό περιβάλλον και τον ίδιο το σχεδιασμό. Πολλά από τα projects μου διατηρούν μια δυναμική γεωμετρία που πηγάζει από την ντεκονστρουκτιβιστική γλώσσα του graffiti. Ωστόσο η αρχιτεκτονική είναι ένα αντικείμενο με σαφείς περιορισμούς και οι περιπτώσεις που υπάρχει ένας βαθμός ελευθερίας είναι ελάχιστες. Δεν έχω προσπαθήσει ποτέ να βιοποριστώ αποκλειστικά από την τέχνη, πρόσφατα μετακόμισα στο Βερολίνο για να βρω μια καλύτερη ισορροπία ανάμεσα στα δυο.

Αυστρία και Γερμανία μέχρι στιγμής, σωστά; Ποιες οι διάφορες με την ελληνική σκηνή αλλά και την αντιμετώπιση του κόσμου στα έργα που γίνονται στον δημόσιο χώρο; Υπάρχει μια διαφορετική ανεκτικότητα απέναντι στο graffiti στην Ελλάδα, όχι τόσο λόγω της εκτίμησης του κοινού για την τέχνη όσο της διαφορετικής ιεράρχησης των προβλημάτων της πόλης, υπό την έννοια ότι έχουμε πιο σοβαρά πράγματα να λύσουμε. Οι συνθήκες κάνουν το ελληνικό graffiti πιο πολιτικοποιημένο και συναισθηματικά φορτισμένο, προσφέρουν χώρο και δίνουν ερέθισμα σε έναν μεγάλο αριθμό καλλιτεχνών να δράσουν και η ποσότητα φέρνει σταδιακά και ποιότητα. Το Βερολίνο έχει κάποιες ομοιότητες ως προς αυτό το κομμάτι, αλλά έχει και τις υποδομές και την ιστορία να εξελίξει την βερολινέζική σκηνή σε διεθνές επίπεδο, μέσα από φορείς, galleries και events που εξοικειώνουν το -έτσι κι αλλιώς εκπαιδευμένο- κοινό ακόμα παραπάνω. Αντιθέτως η Βιέννη δεν είναι το αστικό τοπίο στο οποίο το graffiti θα ανθίσει, διοχετεύει την όποια δημιουργική ενέργεια στα Halls of Fame, συνεπώς δεν θα έλεγα ότι υπάρχει μια μαζική σκηνή που να ταράσσει τα νερά. Ωστόσο, είναι μια πόλη που εστιάζει στις πολιτιστικές δραστηριότητες και προσφέρει στο κοινό οργανωμένες τοιχογραφίες ολοένα και περισσότερο.

Αστικός τρόπος ζωής, πολύ γκρι, άγχος και γρήγοροι ρυθμοί. Απομόνωση αλλά και απομάκρυνση του ανθρώπου από την φύση. Η street art είναι ουσιαστική ανάγκη για μια πιο ευχάριστη καθημερινότητα; Ισχύει αυτό. Η ενασχόληση με τη street art είναι ευεργετική, μου δίνει τη δυνατότητα να επιστρέφω νοερά σε ωραίες αναμνήσεις, είναι ένα είδος ψυχανάλυσης και εξωτερίκευσης μεγάλου όγκου συναισθημάτων. Είναι σπουδ��ίος φορέας κοινωνικοποίησης και ο πιο ενδιαφέρον τρόπος να ανακαλύψεις και να συμμετέχεις στο αστικό τοπίο. Είναι διαφυγή, είναι μια ανιδιοτελής προσφορά στην πόλη και τους κατοίκους της με τους οποίους βρίσκεσαι σε διάλογο.

Σε 10 χρόνια από τώρα; Να παραμείνω ανήσυχος και περίεργος να δω κι άλλα. Να ζω κοντά στη θάλασσα.

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Five Interesting Nonfiction Books:

Brother, I'm Dying by Edwidge Danticat - From the age of four, Edwidge Danticat came to think of her uncle Joseph, a charismatic pastor, as her “second father,” when she was placed in his care after her parents left Haiti for a better life in America. Listening to his sermons, sharing coconut-flavored ices on their walks through town, roaming through the house that held together many members of a colorful extended family, Edwidge grew profoundly attached to Joseph. He was the man who “knew all the verses for love.” And so she experiences a jumble of emotions when, at twelve, she joins her parents in New York City. She is at last reunited with her two youngest brothers, and with her mother and father, whom she has struggled to remember. But she must also leave behind Joseph and the only home she’s ever known. Edwidge tells of making a new life in a new country while fearing for the safety of those still in Haiti as the political situation deteriorates. But Brother I’m Dying soon becomes a terrifying tale of good people caught up in events beyond their control. Late in 2004, his life threatened by an angry mob, forced to flee his church, the frail, eighty-one-year-old Joseph makes his way to Miami, where he thinks he will be safe. Instead, he is detained by U.S. Customs, held by the Department of Homeland Security, brutally imprisoned, and dead within days. It was a story that made headlines around the world. His brother, Mira, will soon join him in death, but not before he holds hope in his arms: Edwidge’s firstborn, who will bear his name—and the family’s stories, both joyous and tragic—into the next generation. Told with tremendous feeling, this is a true-life epic on an intimate scale: a deeply affecting story of home and family—of two men’s lives and deaths, and of a daughter’s great love for them both. (Goodreads)

An Invisible Geography By Nadine Pinede - In this debut chapbook, Nadine Pinede traverses her own geographies of hope--from the glamour and grit of a Paris sidewalk that frames her parents' first meeting; to the scarlet plumes of the Bastille Day parades of her birth; to the turbulent historical wealth and mortal devastation of her native Haiti after the 2010 earthquake. Richly imaged and evocative, these are poems whose darkness is tempered with light. These are poems of a global citizen, who empathizes with the plight and struggle of her fellow beings, claims her identity and the integrity of her origins, and finds strength in all of our broken places. (Amazon)

A Sky the color of chaos: based on the true story of my Haitian Childhood by M.J. Fievre - A Sky the Color of Chaos chronicles M.J.’s perilous childhood during the turbulent rise and fall of Haiti’s President-Priest — a time of nightly shootings, home invasions, robberies, and the burning of former regime members in neighborhood streets. Haiti’s rich culture and breathtaking beauty are contrasted not only with the terror in Port-au-Prince’s streets, but also with the turmoil inside M.J.’s own home. Her father’s hot-blooded nature and unpredictable moods amplify her fevered need to escape a homeland where random violence and bloodshed are commonplace. (Goodreads)

So Spoke the Earth (English Edition): The Haiti I Knew, the Haiti I Know, the Haiti I Want to Know by M.J. Fievre - This multilingual anthology of literature about Haiti explores the country's past, present and future as experienced by its diverse inhabitants over the past four decades. Presenting each work in its original language (English, French, and Haitian Creole), SO SPOKE THE EARTH features the accounts of both Haitian and non-Haitian writers and their attempts to grapple with the impact left on them by their personal experiences with the island-nation. Through various narratives and poems, the literary legacy and unique history of the island are highlighted in content and style. This is an important anthology about Haiti in that it is a celebration of Haitian spirit, multiculturalism and diversity. 54 contributors include Edwidge Danticat, Jan Mapou, Marilene Phipps-Kettlewell, Joanne Hyppolite, Kathie Klarreich, Margaret Papillon, Gariot Pierre Louima, Nathalie Foy, Marie-Alice Theard, and many more, for an eclectic, international combination of established and emerging writers. (Goodreads)

Haiti: State Against Nation: The Origins and Legacy of Duvalierism by Michel-Rolph Trouillot - In the euphoria that followed the departure of Haiti's hated dictator, Jean-Claude Duvalier, most Haitian and foreign analysts treated the regimes of the two Duvaliers, father and son, as a historical nightmare created by the malevolent minds of the leaders and their supporters. Yet the crisis, economic and political, that faces this small Caribbean nation did not begin with the dictatorship, and is far from being solved, despite its departure from the scene. In this fascinating study, Haitian-born Michel-Rolph Trouillot examines the mechanisms through which the Duvaliers ruthlessly won and then held onto power for twenty-nine years.Trouillot's theoretical discussion focuses on the contradictory nature of the peripheral state, analyzing its relative autonomy as a manifestation of the growing disjuncture between state and nation. He discusses in detail two key characteristics of such regimes: the need for a rhetoric of "national unity" coupled with unbridled violence. At the same time, he traces the current crisis from its roots in the nineteenth-century marginalization of the peasantry through the U.S. occupation from 1915 to 1934 and into the present. He ends with a discussion of the post-Duvalier period, which, far from seeing the restoration of civilian-led democracy, has been a period of increasing violence and economic decline. (Goodreads)

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Title: Resolution

Date: January 7, 2018

A gift to @grayserigala for the @graylusecretsiblings!

Pairing: Gray Fulbuster x Lucy Heartfilia

Word Count: 1140

Summary: Modern AU. Implied military character. Gray Fullbuster does not have much to his life at the very moment, at least not until he meets who he needs to see.

AN: I’m sorry this is a bit late, I have been busy lately due to event managements and other personal concerns. I have been told someone liked Gray centric angst though and I love it as well, this is light on the angst though and is more of a reminiscing type story that had a few kinks that needed to be worked out for the past few days. I do hope that you enjoy this and had a wonderful New Year.

(Read on ffn for better formatting.)

Gray strolled through the city on New Year’s Eve, Christmas lights still hung over shop doors, kids running about in the early hours of the night, the sky still bright in purple hues. He stood alone, walked the streets with his hands in his jacket pockets, his ebony black hair ruffling with the soft breeze, cold as it flew by him. It had no affect though, the cold never bothered him, at least not the weather, not when water froze and snow formed. It was warm and a blessing compared to the coldness of his heart, the emptiness he felt over and over again.

Gray Fullbuster was a man of few things, someone who needed saving just as much as he saved others, someone who became sick and tired of being alone. Alone with his thoughts, with the memories of his past, the mentor he lost, the friends he let go, the love of his life that he could no longer chase after. Not with the way he is now, how can he love her blonde hair, chocolate brown eyes, her precious smile and comforting atmosphere if he couldn’t even love himself?

He let the war take control of his self, let it take him piece by piece with all he saw, with all the tragedies he allowed. No riffle was strong enough to protect the men beside him, no strategy smart enough to guide them, no shelter sturdy enough to care for them. No months he had no home and, yet, was home not what he was fighting for. Home was hammered into Gray’s mind each day, a treasure worth keeping in each soldiers’ heart, worth putting your life on the end.

The lives that some were unable to continue, that some did not have the chance to wake up the next day, some did not get to come home. They lost their loving families, their pets, their friends, their everything. Everything that held in his hands as he watched weak smiles slip off of his comrades lips, their eyes losing the gleam that Gray had grown accustomed to, everything about Grays comrades were gone, replaced with undying grief.

Gray Fullbuster still stood, however, his combat boots switched for a pair of worn out sneakers, the stars on his shoulders replaced by the star that hung on the city’s tallest tree. The wild terrain of foreign land was no more compared to where his feet stood on the familiar pavement of his home town. The lights that flickered had no significance for they were only low, dwindling, in need of energy. The war he fought was over but a battle still lingered in the depths of Grays mind. He had scars, both that could heal and ones well hidden under his skin, buried deep into his heart. Gray has seen many things… He has also been blind to so much

He missed the birth of something new, Gray’s body hollow as he remembered the last letter he received before being discharged from the army. He hadn’t believed he deserved that blessing than and he still doesn’t now but there was no turning back. Even with a choice, Gray did not want to turn back, did not wish to run away when something beautiful would be before him soon.

Grays steps were slow, deliberate in the way he marched through the main streets of Magnolia, his head held high for he willed himself to keep a level head. His lips were set in thin lines, quivering the same way as his palms shook, balled into fist, pressing against his lower abdomen in the fabric of his clothing. Grays breathing would stutter, his chest rising and falling in unchoreographed beats. His anxiousness was obvious, his brows furrowed, ear drums ringing, the butterflies in his heart fluttering.

Soon his eyes would lay upon the steps of a stage placed in the center of town square, where the choirs would sing, where the fireworks could be best seen. In a matter of hours the area would be packed inch by inch, citizens squeezing around each other as they wished for a “Happy New Year”, as they chitter chatter about resolutions and reunite with those they haven’t seen in ages.

Such images did not settle Gray’s unease, if anything, his symptoms had become far worst, his heartbeat racing as his eyes surveyed the square. They roamed from body to body in search of the one who called to see him, in search of a love he was unsure to see. Yet his breath was taken away like it has always done when Gray laid sight on Lucy Heartfilia’s long flowing blonde hair. Her back was turned to him, thick leggings covering her lags as she kneeled over a carriage, pink like every item she ever owned.

Pink like the identification of a female child.

November 21st

Dear Gray,

I hope this letter reaches you well and I hope you have not fallen ill. If so, I would not know what to do, not if you were to have past. I have something important to tell and perhaps I should have said this sooner but how could I when I knew you were already drafted? Gray… I know that we have not been more than friends before and I understand if you were to say that our last night together was a mistake. This, however, I can no longer hold in. The secret I have for you is far too difficult to hide. Gray…

A child that was lifted from the comforts of their carriage, one with short patches of dark hair, their eyes still closed as if they were just awoken, wishing to fall asleep again. Gray could see how careful Lucy was as she cradle the small being in her arms, the child no older than only a few weeks. He could hardly see her from this distance but there was no denying just how beautiful the child was, how significant she already felt to Grays heart when he had yet to even meet her.

You will be a father soon. I am due any minute now and I would love if you were to join us in becoming a family. Please, come home safe. I miss you. I miss the special bond we have and I want our child to be able to meet her father, at least once.

Love, Lucy Heartfilia

Tears gathered in Grays eyes, his hands removing themselves from his pockets, his feet not waiting another moment before they ran off to his future. This would be the last time Gray would chase Lucy, the last time he worried about his past. Today, as of December 31st, Gray Fullbuster will only look forward for his resolution would be to keep the girls before him near to his heart forever.

#graylu #graylu secret siblings #gray fullbuster #lucy heartfilia #fairy tail #sierra-sama writes

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This Week! Sept 24-Sept30

Please take the time to thank all of these awesome content creators. We keep our fandom alive through our continued support.

-Mod Clara

Fanfiction:

Just as a quick side note, be sure to read the warnings listed on AO3 before reading just in case I missed them!

@anaranesindanarie

Happy Anniversary

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12191670

This is for 2x5 appreciation day!

Pairings: 2x5

Warnings: fluff

@chronicwhimsy

Saudade

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11352189/chapters/25407183

The summer following the Barton Uprising, Duo joins Trowa to tour with the circus around Europe. It's an attempt to run away from issues, instead of dealing with them, and Trowa finds that in helping Duo face up to his problems, he works through a few of his own. Things are muddling along nicely, until Duo decides to help with Trowa's love life.Saudade: a Portuguese word for a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves.PREQUEL TO SALVAGE.

Pairings: 3x4

Warnings: underage sex, underage drinking

@claraxbarton

Weathervane

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12226002

Heero Yuy has been working in Oman for almost a year, tracking terrorist cells and working to eliminate potential threats, when he's given a new assignment - an asset. Tasked with cultivating Duo Maxwell, Heero finds the situation both easier and far more complicated than his usual ops.

Pairings: 1x2

Warnings: smut, language

Chosen

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12219744/chapters/27756849

In a frozen land, magic is difficult to find, and those blessed with the ability are often cursed.

Pairings: 6x3, 6x2, 5x2, 4x2, 5x4x2, 1xR, 9xM, RxD

Warnings: smut, language, violence, magic

Cypress

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11110803/chapters/24795225

Zechs finally takes a much needed vacation and has an interesting first night in Key West.

Pairings: 6x3, 4x5

Warnings: smut, language

Anything

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12195561

Trowa has something special planned for Zechs.This is ACTUALLY smut with no plot. I think I finally managed it.

Pairings: 6x3

Warnings: smut, language, lingerie, PWP?

High Dive

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12190773

While out walking his ex's dog, Duo discovers something quite unexpected about his attractive and aloof neighbor.

Pairings: 2x5

Warnings: smut, language, D/s

Better Be

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12177648

Duo returns to his dorm after Thanksgiving Break.

Pairings: 2x3

Warnings: smut, language, angst

DarkBluePhoenix

Neon Genesis Evangelion Legacy - Gundam Invasion

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10464375/chapters/24707484

A Mobile Suit Gundam Wing and Mobile Fighter G Gundam Crossover. IT’S A GUNDAM!!! *RANDOM EXPLOSION!* The cast of Gundam Wing meet our young heroes and befriend them in this tale of how those who understand, those who fight, those who doubt, and those who pass by, can claim victory against the forces of evil reborn. Mission Accepted. All systems go! Gundams… Evangelions… Launching!

Executive Shrimp

Dirty Job

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/9980589/1/Dirty-Job

AU, 1x2/2x1: When Duo's best friend owes the wrong people a lot of money, the pickpocket and small-time conman gets pulled into a high-stakes plot to rob thirty-something billionaire Heero Yuy. To succeed and save his friend Duo has to get too close for comfort. (Rated M for violence in later chapters).

Pairings: 1x2

Warnings: Violence

@fadedsepiascribbles

Brace

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12104595/chapters/27444231

Trowa Barton is pulled out of his comfortable existence and pushed into the world dating by well-meaning friends and family. (I promise to get a better description going at some point!)Warnings are subject to change.

Pairings: 2x3

Warnings: fluff

ForgottenStorm87

Shadow of a Dream

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11693734/1/Shadow-of-a-Dream

one-shot: A midnight visitor's appearance might only be a dream, but why does it feel so real? 1xR...lemon...

Pairings: 1xR

Warnings: sex

@helmistress

Dinner’s On You

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12189366

Duo is tired when he is finally able to drag himself home after a long day at work. But his husband knows just how to wake him up.

Pairings: 2x5

Warnings: n/a

@lifeaftermeteor

LAM Updates

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/165668301831/staff-suite-disarmament-and

https://lifeaftermeteor.tumblr.com/post/165914492226/winner-family-compound-outskirts-of-douz-tunisia

Post-Canon Epic

Pairings:

Warnings: n/a

Lord Raa

Heero Sandwich

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12594063/1/Heero-Sandwich

Nobody asked for this, especially not Heero Yuy, but here we are all the same. Prepare for a "comedy" with some adult content. If the chapters feel truncated, then you might want to look for a certain Fanfiction Forum on the (dot) net for a more complete experience.

Pairings:

Warnings:

Luvsanime02

Turbulence

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11927283/chapters/26957496

The story about what Agent Frank Parks has been up to between Evasion and now.This is the seventh story in Navigation, a fem!Heero series.

Pairings: Gen

Warnings: language, slurs

Maldoror_Chant (THE Maldoror)

The Arrangement

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12131427/chapters/27517791

Wufei, struggling with his demons, agrees to a wartime fling with Heero, no affection needed or wanted. But the 'arrangement' lasts and grows as they join the preventers. It could become a source of strength for both. If they let it.

Pairings: 1x5

Warnings: Violence, sex, non-consensual drug use, mentions of torture

The Source of All Things

http://archiveofourown.org/works/12121344/chapters/27490158

Center, a planet where magic and technology blend. Or more accurately, fight tooth and nail. A planet of Sources, holes in our boring dimension letting through arcane power, chaos and pseudo-deities. In this hot-house of myths and very real dangers, Trowa and Quatre find a mysterious man at the end of a shamanic voyage. Portents suggest this Heero Yuy is crucial to Center’s survival. He’s important enough to have some interesting enemies after him, at any rate: a devious killer and thief called ‘Shinigami’, and a very irate Dragon. Beyond them looms an even greater threat. Indeed, the greatest of them all.(Alternative Universe, far-flung future sci-fi/fantasy. There are elements from the anime that exist here, albeit in very different forms; Gundam mechas, Zero, and lovely G-boys for instance. They are perhaps a universal constant we are not yet aware of. This fic was original started over a decade ago. It has been heavily rewritten and should now be eventually finished)

Pairings: 3x4, 5x2, 1x5x2

Warnings: sex, self-harm, magic, technology

Mistaken-Miracles

When The Tides Change

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12432602/1/When-The-Tides-Change

Preventers learn of a new underground rebellion group, along with the arrival of a new ally. Can Heero put his feelings aside to trust this ally or will new discoveries create tension between the Gundam Pilots? Can they work together to keep the peace? Or are there too many complications to control?

Pairings:

Warnings:

@remsyk-blog

Blooming For You

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11981688/chapters/27101835

"You made flowers grow in my lungs, and though they are beautiful, I can't fucking breathe."Duo has silently loved for them for years. He watched them find each other, yet the feelings still remained. But now the love he's carried for so long may become the thing that ends him.

Pairings: 1x3, 1x2x3

Warnings: angst, smut

Scarlet Eve

Last Resistance to Peace

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12270582/1/Last-Resistance-to-Peace

[Alternate Timeline] The Romefeller Foundation was once a quiet group of charitable aristocrats. After the announcement of their military branch, OZ, and the Gundams, Queen Relena Peacecraft's fears have been confirmed. Romefeller will stop at nothing to rule the planet under one government. But Relena and the Gundam pilots won't allow their fate to be chosen for them.

Pairings:

Warnings:

Shadow-Hawk2

Imperial Guard

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12559874/1/Imperial-Guard

Duo Maxwell is trapped in another part of the galaxy far from all that he knows and the woman he loves. He must learn to survive among primitive violent people and accept that he may never be able to return to Earth.

Pairings:

Warnings:

ShenLong

Bound, Bonded and Betrayed

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7188593/chapters/16314689

Heero is the eldest son of the King of Colonia. His 21st birthday is approaching and as tradition dictates his betrothed is soon to arrive. However he is also bound by tradition to select his own personal slave. The events that unfold lead him down a path that not only tests his sanity but his humanity and love as well.

Pairings: 2x1, Rx1, 2xR, 3x4, 13x11

Warnings: Violence, slavery, bondage, angst

Sylvieforaday

They Say It Was a Concussion

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12658089/1/They-Say-It-Was-a-Concussion

AU 2x6. Duo has a spill and it turns out to be just what the doctor ordered.

Pairings: 2x6

Warnings: AU

Thehiddenbaroness

Resurrecting the Viper

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10938852/chapters/24338433

Following a routine visit to Vingolf, Orga, Mikazuki and Merribit are surprised by the sudden appearance of a practically naked, injured woman. Although Artima seems to have full recollection of who she is, she does not seem to understand the outside world. Against Orga's better judgment, the Isaribi is soon entangled in Artima's quest to find and destroy her old mobile suit - and discover both she and it are relics from over three hundred years ago that could hold the key to Tekkadan's future.

Pairings: gen

Warnings: crossover

The Manwell

May Demons Rest: Shinigami Sleeps 2017

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10944786/chapters/24354720

A re-write of my 2004 fanfic "Shinigami Sleeps"To find and free Duo from his demons, Trowa leaves his uneventful life at the circus for the mean streets of an obscure colony in L2.

Pairings: 2x3

Warnings: sex

Zennelia

Discarded Swords

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12614740/1/Discarded-Swords

In the end, the world cannot stay out of disputes and the consequences fall to the fallen soldiers - who, once again, are forced to wield their discarded swords. But the sudden appearance of a figure from the past stir the conflict even more...

Pairings: 1xR

Warnings:

Snippets:

@gwepisode50

Future Snapshot of Heero and Relena

http://gwepisode50.tumblr.com/post/165906302745/gw-short-fanfiction-future-snapshot-of-heero-and

Headcanons / Meta:

@amyole

Cardinal Directions on a Space Colony

https://amyole.tumblr.com/post/165662329513/cardinal-directions-on-a-space-colony

@givemeunicorns

Treize

http://givemeunicorns.tumblr.com/post/165786221263/one-of-the-things-that-stands-out-to-me-as-i-watch

Relena

http://givemeunicorns.tumblr.com/post/165765374578/listen-relena-just-wanted-to-go-shopping-she-was

Noin and Wufei

http://givemeunicorns.tumblr.com/post/165764179048/now-i-remember-why-noin-was-one-of-my-favs-and

@peachandbetty

Nudist Colonies

http://peachandbetty.tumblr.com/post/165822659078/ive-decided-gw-verse-legitimately-has-actual

Fanart:

@drkstars-art

Quatre

https://drkstars-art.tumblr.com/post/165869269772/space-heart-i-feel-a-lot-better-about-this

@hainekoken

Duo

http://hainekoken.tumblr.com/post/165689775680

@lbro009

Trowa and Noin for @gw-ficrecfriday

https://lbro009.tumblr.com/post/165733717325/wip-with-some-shading-not-actually-how-i-will-be

@oldnewtype

Gundpla: Gundam Sandrock

https://oldnewtype.tumblr.com/post/165725386825/in-my-honest-opinion-the-master-grade-ver-ew-are

@thedogsled

Trowa

https://thedogsled.tumblr.com/post/165743180611/a-very-old-sketch-maybe-199899

@yuugiohs

Duo

http://yuugiohs.tumblr.com/post/165777702563/someone-say-my-beautiful-son-i-love-duo-used-to

@vegalume

Duo, Trowa, Heero, Quatre and Wufei

http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/165862494175/more-art-each-6-inch-by-12-inch-painting-was-hand

Starbound: Treize and Zechs

http://vegalume.tumblr.com/post/165912195600

Calendar Events:

Unnatural November by @gwblockparty

Posting the entire month of November.

A fanworks celebration of all weird and supernatural.

Participation information here!

Eve War Event by @gw-evewar

Posting December 23rd - December 24th.

A fanworks Science Fiction event.

Participation information here!

OC October by @gwoc-october

Posting the entire month of October.

A fanworks celebration of Original Characters.

Participation information here!

Archives and Links:

A new thing, but check out these links:

Gundam Wing fanfiction Archive List by @vegalume

https://gundamwingarchive.wixsite.com/fanfiction

Talliya’s Domain by@helmistress

https://ayeeshadragon.wixsite.com/talliya/links

Gundam Wing Diaries Fanfiction Archive by ShenLong

http://www.gundam-wing-diaries.foreverfandom.net/gw/main_Updates.htm

And thank you ALL for a wonderful week!

#This week in Gundam Wing #thisweekingundamwing #september 24- september 30

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