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hellisharchive · 3 months

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・﹒・ comatose dreams [1]

Summary: After suffering from a fatal car crash, you had become comatose and had no hope of waking up anytime soon. You didn't know that, however, you thought you had died. After finding yourself in Hell, you wind up landing a job with Vox as your boss. You both fall quickly and deeply, but true love doesn't always work out.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of sex, masturbation, slight StaticMoth,

Notes: This fanfic is inspired by this lovely post by @timeslugarts! I would suggest reading it for a full summary, however if you want to go in blind, then don't!

﹒Stepping Stones﹒

An entire year working for VoxTech, what was your job, you ask? Well, you started out as a simple camera operator, then worked your way up to personal assistant, and you've had a crush on the television man for a good year now. Unfortunately, Vox always seemed so out of reach, so out of your league, you never even tried to even flirt with him and hoping he'd notice. He was an Overlord, one of the Vees, you were probably seen as nothing to him. Which hurt to think about, but was true nonetheless. So, you worked and went through your days with all your feelings festering inside you, ready to burst.

"Vox, you have a meeting with Vel and Val at three pm today to discuss potential strategies with Alastor returning, would you like to cancel?" You watched him as he adjusted his bowtie, ensuring that his outfit was perfect as always. He also had a tendency to cancel his meetings, but to the chagrin of his partners since he arrengaed them in the first place, but you still forced him to attend at least some.

"No, I know if I don't they'll be on my ass about it later" Turning from the mirror, he looked at you with a bored expression before putting on one of his smiles that you thought would be fake, but it was genuine. From working with him, you've learned to identify what smiles are real and ones that aren't.

"What? Do you really want to be alone with me THAT badly?" His smile then moved to a smirk, causing you get flustered and fumble with the tablet you were holding. Shit. Was that the first time he flirted with you? Vox chuckled as you regained your bearings, clearing your throat, you tried to remain professional.

"Well no sir, I was just uh, caught off guard by your uh...assumption" You coughed as he started to walk out of the room, knowing you'll diligently follow, and you did. You shut the door behind you and followed him as he made his way to his head of operations. He didn't tell you where he was going, but you knew his route every single day, that is- if he does, you'll still follow him wherever he went. You'll always be loyal to him and him only.

"Well, let's hope I don't have to calm Valentino down again today after yesterday..." He scowled just thinking about it. Yesterday, Val had yet again another temper tantrum and you watched as your boss did his thing. It was something you've grown accustomed to with your time as the tv man's personal assistant, they both fucked with no strings attached. Sure, they weren't together, but it still squandered you telling the truth about your feelings even further.

"Hopefully not, sir" You spoke as he entered his main control room, where he could spy on everyone and everything. He mainly has been monitoring the hotel and Alastor, even when the Radio Demon was gone for seven years, he never stopped bringing him up. The deer Overlord has only been back for a few months and he was the only thing Vox brought up for entire days sometimes. You didn't mind it though, it was pretty entertaining to witness. Sitting down in his chair, you grabbed yours and sat next to him as he observed everyone, trying to find Alastor roaming around. He checked the hotel first but couldn't find him with his scope of range. Time passes as he does his daily checking and observing, replying to emails, and the like. You busy yourself with checking his schedules and any business opportunities. You didn't realize that he stopped speaking until his sudden voice breaking the silence startled you.

"Do you think he'll ever take me seriously?" He spoke oddly quiet, his usual self gone as you swore you heard the faintest crackle in his voice. Looking up from your tablet, you saw that his head was down, looking at his lap with his hands fiddling each other as a sign of nerves. Sighing, you stood up and walked in front of him. Gently setting your hand on his shoulder, it caused him to look up with a face similar to a sad puppy. Smiling softly, with your other free hand, you placed it on his other shoulder.

"I know one day he will, sir. Trust me, you'll beat him and be the strongest overlord in Hell" You almost said "with me by your side" but refrained, knowing it was best not to mention that at all to him. This was about cheering him up, not entertaining your stupid fantasies. But, you saw as a digital blush faintly appear on his screen made your heart leap. You? A measly assistant managed to make THE Vox blush? You two were entranced, the feeling of leaning closer overwhelmed you as you both slowly inched closer and closer. What were you doing? You both were about six inches apart as he placed a hand over yours, now smiling devilishly as he chuckled.

"Of course I will, I just need someone by my side to do it" Did he...? You didn't have to fully process what he meant by that as you saw Vox's screen change to an incoming call with a ring. The moment ended as you cleared your throat and pulled away, taking your hands off his shoulders like they became fire. Of course- Valentino.

"Are you fucking-" He scowled as he transmitted the video call to one of his many screens, showing a very scandalously clad moth lounging on his bed, smoking and turning the screen into red before dissipating.

"Hey Voxy~ I need a fuck and I need it now. Angel Dust won't return my calls" Now, you weren't the biggest fan of Valentino, despite Vox also not being the best. But even as a sinner, you still did not agree with how that man treated others, especially his main star. Hearing the fact that he was demanding sex from your boss made your blood boil, yet you remained calm and neutral.

"Not now Val, find one of your other whores to fuck, I'm not in the mood" He didn't try to hide is displeasure as he held a very pissed off face staring at the pimp. Usually Vox never denied having sex with Valentino, so the sudden anger surpised you. Valentino just sighed, leaning closer to the camera. You weren't sure if he could see you, you hoped he didn't.

"You aren't fucking anyone else, right baby?" The question gave you whiplash despite not being the receiver. The moth sounded innocuous when you knew very well he manipulated Vox along with others. You knew his game.

"Fuck off Val" The tv Overlord than hung up, growling as he pushed out of his chair and started to walk towards the middle of the room. Following him, he headed back into the rest of the tower and back to his room. Before you could step in, he stood in the doorway, preventing your access.

"Don't bother me, do whatever the fuck you want for the next few hours, I don't care" and just like that, he slammed the door in your face. What the hell just happened? Taking a deep breath in, you mull over what you could possibly do when you decide to just take a walk. You needed some time outside the tower every once a while, so a walk would be perfect. Not wanting to head out in your work attire, you head to your room which was right next to Vox's (easier to be his assistant with you so close) and change. As you walked by your boss' door, you heard him panting and immediately flushed, walking away quickly as it felt wrong to hear him masturbate. You did walk in on him one time by pure accident and even to to this day he still teases you over it and makes fun of you. As you passed by, you could have sworn you heard him moan out your name, but he couldn't have. Right? Your ears were just playing tricks on you. Rushing past, opting to ignore it entirely, you went on your walk.

#vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel x reader #staticmoth #voxval

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risustravelogue · 7 months

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In the psychiatrist's waiting room and thinking about Wriothesley finally finding out what your regular visits to the surface is all about.

cw. mental health issues, specifically bipolar II disorder. contains heavy lore of my s/i (f!reader, she/her pronouns used).

You've told Wriothesley during your job interview that you'd require once-a-month visits to the surface if he were to employ you. He agreed without prying further, much to your relief.

Sigewinne had known from the start, of course—it's her duty to know everything about the people in her care, after all. Yet, she passed your files over to the Duke anyway, because she knew he'd grant you, the most excellent apprentice of Estelle's, this small relief. The only thing she told him was "she needs to maintain her health, but it's out of the scope of my knowledge of human well-being."

He'd lie if he said he wasn't curious about Sigewinne's words, but his need of a mechanic to maintain and improve his gauntlets was greater. And so he stayed out of the issue... until he decides to confess his attraction for you.

He doesn't even try persuading Sigewinne to tell him about your issues, knowing how strict she is with doctor-patient confidentiality. So after a few private investigations, he decides to go straight to the source.

That afternoon, he welcomes you to his office. He sits on his desk with the sound of soft piano—your favorite piece—flowing from his gramophone.

"I need to talk about your monthly visits to the surface," he says, and your gaze goes downward to your shifting feet, your fingers fidgeting behind your back.

Sensing your nervous energy, he smiles and says, "Relax. I'm not going to fire you or anything like that. A small issue like this won't affect what I think about you."

You chuckle derisively. "That's what they all say before rejecting my job application," you say. "And it's not exactly a 'small' issue. It affects everything you know about me."

"Try me," he says, sipping his tea. "Please."

"... I guess you're going to find out sooner or later..." you mumble. You inhale and exhale, your breath trembling in fear of being rejected by him.

"I have... depression. Specifically, bipolar two disorder. That's why I seem more irritable some days and like I've lost interest in everything on others," you blurt out. "I've been on both medication and counseling, so it doesn't stand out too much anymore, but it still gets in the way of my work sometimes. That's why I need to visit my doctor on the surface once a month. Believe me when I said this is not the worst I've been—"

You stop speaking when you realize that your boss is staring at you in sympathy.

"I—I'm sorry. For rambling," you mutter.

"No, no," he says with a sigh. "If anything, I'm sorry for not asking sooner."

"Sure... well. Are you still not going to fire me?" you ask bluntly.

Wriothesley's eyes soften.

"No. Why would I? I love you."

"... What?"

"I love you," he repeats as he steps closer to you. Your heart beats loud and fast from the adrenaline, thoughts racing through your head: screw this, screw everything, if I'm going to lose him, might as well be now—

"I... I don't... My ex dumped me when I told him this," you ramble, tears welling up in your eyes. "You– you're sure? You don't... see me as someone problematic? You don't... hate me?"

His fingers rest on your chin as he lifts your face. You instinctively gasp and close your eyes at his touch, only to feel his soft, warm lips meeting yours in a chaste kiss.

"I'm glad you're able to be honest with me," he says against your lips. His breath smells like the tea he just sipped, and somehow it's so intoxicating this way—

"I love you," he says again, his icy blue eyes now gazing softly into yours. "And I don't mind being a place for you to rest, your home in this foreign country. Will you allow me to be such?"

"Y– you would?" you stutter, the good kind of disbelief flooding your chest with warmth. "I... would love for you to be my home," you say with a grin. "I love you, too."

"Good," he breathes, his arms pulling your body flush against his. You feel your worries melt away as he kisses you in his embrace.

"Very good... my love."

#astronetwrk #wriothesley #wriothesley genshin #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #wriothesley fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #cw depression #cw bipolar #kurisu's thoughts #kurisu writes #wrisu #uhuh yep another waiting room thought hehe

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thefruitonyourfly · 7 months

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Just read a comment under a magireco Madoka's magical girl sequence that said "now Madoka is a badass" and I was like HUH

Like did some of you watched episode 12 blindfolded and with ear plugs? Because I don't think you guys truly grasp the scope of what Madoka did that episode: The Incubator has been on earth for a MILLENNIUM, meaning that has been thousand of girls before Madoka who have tried to outsmart his system and met a terrible fate for their attempts, but only Madoka has been able to beat him, do you guys understand that? The smartest and strongest girls have tried, but something always thwarted their plans—be it their potential not being that high or Kyuubey twisting their words so it would be in his favor instead—But Madoka had something they didn't and it was her circumstances (Homura and the timeloops), Madoka knew her wish would come at a great sacrifice, but just like Homura said in Rebellion "She rose to the occasion" because she knew it was something only she could do; No one would ever have the perfect circumstances to make that wish like Madoka. So, she did it.

When Madoka made her wish and Kyuubey hesitated for the first time in the series because he understood the implication of it, Madoka said to him: "Now, grant my wish, Incubator." When Kriemhild Gretchen was born and Kyuubey thought he had the advantage back again because this witch could literally swallow a planet and Madoka killed her with one shot. Madoka won, essentially. Like her system isn't perfect, Kyuubey isn't dead, and there's still suffering, but it was the best wish for the magical girl kind as a whole, and all improvements are only possible by what Madoka did here. She played within the Incubator's system and rewrote it. She is the most powerful character in the whole franchise and arguably one of the most powerful characters in anime. "But didn't Homucifer defeated Madokami?" Well, sort of. Homura's win is, ironically, also due to extreme circumstances, only Homura could've done that and only within this one scenario: and even when she won it's heavily implied that if Madoka even has a slightly moment of deja vu it's over for her, she can't win against Madoka on fair terms so even Homura herself can't achieve that feat again. That's just how powerful Madoka is.

Do you guys understand that?

And here's the thing: my problem with that statement isn't even that I don't think magireco Madoka isn't as cool as Madokami, I think she's badass too. Is just like, I thought we all thought Madoka was cool as herself?? Like even without being a magical girl or a fucking godess, Madoka was cool as shit. When Madoka risked her own life to save the lives of her friends and strangers at the warehouse? She had no powers, no backup, and had just watched Mami die to a witch and yet she still followed Hitomi. But people only want to see Madoka's character as what the witch showed her afterwards, her own survivors guilt and perceived weakness and cowardice over wanting to live and not be a magical girl despite what she promised Mami, and yet the scene prior to this conflicts with this idea. Madoka not only can risk her life for others and save them when the need arises, but she already has. Even without being a magical girl. It's just who she is. This, to me, is one Madoka Magica's core strenght as a show that Madoka spent the majority of it being the most "powerless" in almost every scenario and yet she still tried her best to overcome things, even when it didn't work It was never worthless, if anything it proved her own strenght of character and without it she would've never gotten as powerful how she is today.

If Madoka hadn't been kind to Homura on her first day of school, if she hadn't done the simple act of reaching out to someone she thought was kind shy, none of this would've have happened. Her kindness did this, not any other power.

My favorite thing about Madoka's character arc is that Madoka starts as a very naive opmitimisc girl and with a somewhat sheltered view of of the world, then she goes throught horrors few can understand and while she could (understably) become bitter with the world and grow to despise it, Madoka comes of it realizing...she was right. Madoka has felt the pain the world could give her in her own skin, has literally died, and she now thinks Hope is needed more than ever. And it saddens me a lot when people don't understand how strong and cool she is because of that, to be hurt and choose to be kinder and more understanding to yourself and the world in return, because the world can be better we just can't give up...

Basically what I'm saying with this that if you don't like Kaname Madoka, fuck you—

#*sees one negative comment on madoka* *snaps and writes an essay at 1am*#guys i am so normal about kaname madoka #this probably has a lot of typos but i'm gonna sleep right now and fix em in the morning #kaname madoka #madoka kaname #madokami #madohomu #akemi homura #pmmm #madoka magica #long post #pmmm analysis

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ssuperficialspacecadett · 1 year

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Friday Fight Night

Chapter Four of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Five

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3.4K

Chapter Overview: You help Benny and the guys get ready for FFN.

Notes: this chapter is just a bit shorter than what i usually like to post, but i didn't have a lot of time to write this week & i'm actually content with where i ended it ! sometimes u just have to stop a little short so u don't just start typing random shit to meet a bullshit word count u give urself u know? i updated the tag list so if i missed u PLZ LET ME KNOW & i will add u asap !! well as usual...my asks are always open & happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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Why is this so difficult? It's just like every other day at work, except for the fact that it's not. You have been standing in front of your closet for a good 10 minutes now just looking at your clothes. Suddenly nothing seems good enough to wear. Maybe something would be good enough if you knew how to dress for a fight. Should you wear workout gear? No, you weren’t the one fighting. Should you wear a tank top and a tennis skirt? Probably not if it gets as rowdy as Benny says it will.

“Just pick a fucking outfit, you idiot.” You chastise.

After yet another once over of your closet you pick out a worn, white t-shirt with an image of Speed Racer on it. It had definitely seen its glory days years ago when you were still in college. If it worked then, it should work now. You take it off its hanger, along with some jeans, and put it all on. You’re tying your shoes when your phone chimes next to you.

???: Hey, we will be getting to the gym around closing time. Are you staying to help Benny set up?

???: Oh, this is Frankie BTW

Seeing his name on your screen makes your chest tighten with excitement. You obviously gave him your number so he could text you, but now it feels so real. Something about Frankie texting ‘BTW’ makes you giggle to yourself as you sit on the floor.

You: Yes, I figured I would make myself useful. No point in going home since the fights start at 10:00 P.M. and I might lose my parking spot.

You have to set your phone down before you overthink the most basic text you have ever sent in your life. Just for good measure, you leave it on your bed while you go into the bathroom. Despite your best efforts to remain nonchalant about the whole situation, you find yourself putting on a little more makeup than usual. By the time you have wrapped up and returned to your room an unread text is waiting for you.

Frankie: Good thinking. See you tonight then.

The rest of your morning has a bit more pep in it than before.

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Your day at the gym passes by as usual. The only two exceptions were a truck load of last minute Friday Fight Night tickets sales and then compliments on how the gym was smelling. You made a mental note to smack Benny upside the head for throwing such a temper tantrum about it. In between customers you found yourself checking your phone more than you regularly do. You told yourself that it was just because you were excited about the fights and were counting down the minutes and not because you were hoping to receive another text from Frankie. Unfortunately, lying to yourself never really works out.

In an effort to keep yourself occupied, you answer emails from people that are applying for a gym membership, make laps around the gym to see if you need to replace any of the wipes used to clean the machines, and collect all of the dirty towels for a load of laundry. Much to your dismay, these tasks don’t take very long to complete. By 3:30 P.M. you reluctantly slink back to the front desk where the single most unwanted guest is waiting.

“There she is! My favorite receptionist! I’m still interested in knowing your name, darlin’.”

“Good afternoon, Brunson.” You plop yourself down in your chair and pull up the schedule on the computer. “Just working out today? I don’t see that you’re with Benny.”

“You caught me. I want to make sure that I’m in good shape when I fight in a few weeks time.”

For a few blissful seconds you allow yourself to indulge in the idea of Brunson getting clocked, hard, right in the jaw.

“Well, enjoy yourself.” You scan his card quickly in an attempt to move him on his way.

“I always do so when you’re here.” He clicks his tongue at you while he walks past your desk.

“God, he’s insufferable.” You mumble to yourself.

It’s 4:00 P.M. when Benny finally ventures up to the front lobby with you.

“Where have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you all day, man.”

“Because you haven’t,” He covers his face with his hands and whines into them before coming back up for air. “At first I couldn’t find where the white board I used to write out the fightin’ pairs was. Then there was somethin’ wrong with the beer delivery and they kept me out back for fuckin’ ever. That isn’t even coverin’ all the one on one sessions I've had today or the ones I’m still goin’ to have.”

It’s breaking your heart to see how stressed out he’s getting with all of the things he has to juggle today. You get out of your chair, walk over to him, and rub on his shoulder comfortingly.

“It’s going to be alright, Benny. I’m staying after work to help you set up and Frankie told me that the guys are coming to help around closing too. You won't be in this alone for much longer.”

He places both of his hands on his hips and exhales deeply.

“Thank you,” You can see the earnestness in his eyes. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. That’s what friends are for, right?”

He smiles down at you from his 6’2 frame and before you can move he pulls you in for a deadly tight hug.

“Benny!” You can’t stop laughing. “Let me go this fucking instant!”

“Friends like hugs from other friends, right?” He yells over your incessant protesting.

“I’m going to kill you, you know that?!” Your tone of voice doesn’t even sound remotely serious.

Eventually you get him to unlatch himself from you so the two of you can finish up the work day in order to prepare for this evening.

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You stand back proudly and admire all of your handiwork. Benny put you in charge of setting up the beer table, so set up the beer table you did. You designed a poster to hang on the wall above the table so people would be able to clearly see their options and their respective prices. You set a long, metal tub in the center of the table and filled it halfway with ice. Then you made a little arrangement out of the beer and poured the last half of the ice on it to keep it cold. The cash box was fully stocked and set to the side. All in all, you did a pretty good job. Thankfully, one of Benny’s regulars volunteered to work it this evening.

“All done over here!” You call over to Benny. “How’s the sign coming?”

You watch in horror as he stands up to reveal a barely legible fighting roster. He must have seen your face flounder when you looked at it because he just tosses the dry erase marker over to you and crosses his arms.

“Oh, Benny I-”

“I know it looks bad. I’ve never had a knack for all this creative shit.”

You squeeze his hand as you pass him while heading to the white board. He slides over the roster that has been printed on paper for you to use as your guide. You’re so engrossed with your new task that you don’t notice when the guys come in around 8:30 P.M..

“You sure are givin’ Benny a run for his money this evenin’. The place hasn’t looked this put together in…well ever.” That sugary, sweet southern drawl could only belong to one man.

“Thank you, Will!” You toss over your shoulder.

“Aw screw you, dude. Maybe it would have been if y’all had gotten here when y’all said you would.” Benny notes.

“Blame Fish.” Pope snickers. “He couldn’t find the perfect outfit.”

That got your interest peaked. You turn around to look at what Frankie is wearing. Regular work boots, soft looking denim jeans, a black undershirt, a worn blue button up with the top few buttons left undone, and finally his cap- oh god he’s looking at you. If you had been a smarter woman, you would have noticed that two thirds of the group standing behind you were looking at your sign. That damned one third of the group was watching you trail your way up his whole body. He’s like an oak; completely unwavering as you take him in.

“Well, I like it. ” You squeak out as you turn your attention back to the roster. “Now why don’t you guys go make yourselves useful and help Benny?”

You hear a unified ‘yes ma’am’ come from behind you followed by the scattering of three pairs of feet. There truly isn't anything more sexy than men who can follow orders.

All five of y’all work tirelessly for the next hour to get everything finished before the doors open to the public. When you cross off the last item on your to-do list, you decide that you have earned a drink. You sneak over to the beer table and open one of the coolers that you set up behind it that contains the excess bottles. Much to your dismay, the bottle caps don't twist off like you originally thought. You’re on your knees looking around in the extra bags and praying that Benny had the foresight to get a bottle opener when Frankie walks up next to you.

“Lose something?”

“Just my dignity trying to locate the stupid fucking bottle opener.”

He laughs jovially as he extends his hand to help you up. You take it and sheepishly hand him your bottle when he motions for it. The two of you walk around to the front of the table and you watch as he easily takes out his keys and pops the cap open with a bottle opener he had attached to them. You notice that instead of tossing the cap in the trash he places it back in his pocket along with his keys. Right when he starts to hand the drink back to you he pulls it back towards him.

“Hey! What gives?”

“I have to test it to make sure it isn’t poisonous or something.”

“Oh my god, you dick.” You lean back on the table behind you.

“You won’t be saying that when I save your life.” He takes a small sip and passes it over to you. “Nope. It’s not poison. You’re in the clear.”

Now it’s your turn. You turn to look out at the gym while you take a drink of your well deserved reward.

“Wait,” You look over at Frankie. “What if it's a slow acting poison and now we are both infected? I guess you have to stay here and finish this with me so we can go out together.”

He leisurely reclines next to you on the table and takes the bottle in his hand when you offer it to him. “That's some pretty sound logic. I can’t argue with that.”

You try to stop yourself, but you watch as he brings the frosty glass to his pouty lips. They look more pink than usual against the dark color of the bottle. His hands make the beer bottle look so much smaller than it really is. Your eyes wander to that nose you’re so fond of. God, what would it feel like on your clit as he ate his fill of you? Now that you’re closer to him you’re able to see the gray that's intricately woven into his beard and hair. Would it tickle the inside of your thighs when he buried his face in your pussy? Feelings you haven’t had for a man in a long time rock through your body the further you sink into your fantasy. Drifting even further, his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows the chilled liquid. You want to decorate the sensitive skin with blossoming purple marks.

“What?” He’s looking at you now. “Do I have something on my face?”

“No,” You say almost breathlessly. “I just wanted to make sure you didn’t hog it all.”

“I would never.” The low baritone of his voice reverberates through you.

Benny, thankfully, yells from across the gym at the both of y’all before you do something questionable.

“Hey, lazy asses! It’s showtime!”

You and Frankie both let out a breath neither of y’all realized you were holding. He looks down at his watch and then faces his friend with a mild look of annoyance.

“It’s 9:30, man. It’s just the boxers and the ring girls coming in right now.”

You notice that Frankie’s body immediately tenses up after he says this. Confused, you look over at Benny who has eyes as bright as the sun and is making a beeline towards you.

“I’m sorry.” Frankie whispers down to you. “I’m so sorry.”

“Benny? What are you-?”

“I have a proposition for you.” He says while gripping both sides of your arms. “Do you wanna hear it?”

“I don’t think I have a choice by the look of things.”

“Please be my ring girl.” He gasps.

“Oh my god.” You let your head roll back. “Benny, are you serious right now?”

“Don’t say no yet. Just think about it before you decide.”

You roll your head over to face Frankie and raise your eyebrows. You’re met with a shrug that is just as innocent as his grin.

“Does this offer have an expiration date?” You inquire shifting your focus back to the man that currently has you in a vice grip.

“Just think about it.” He pleads.

“Fine, but I’m pretty sure I’m gonna say n-”

“La-la-la! I can’t hear you! La-la-la!”

“Don’t you have fighters to go hype up in the locker room?” Frankie cuts in.

“Nothin’ I hate more than when you’re right, Fish. Catch y’all in between the matches!”

With one final ‘think about it’, he bounds off into the locker rooms. All you can do is laugh hysterically at what just transpired. Frankie probably thinks you have lost your mind with the way you are doubled over right now.

“Hey let us in on the joke, why don’t you?” Pope sits next to you on the table.

“I could use a good laugh as well.” Will adds blithely.

“What you two could use is a reality check.” you walk around the table and grab a beer for each of them. “God, I can’t believe him.”

You hand Will and Pope their drinks completely forgetting about taking the tops off. Fortunately, that didn’t stop them. Will snatches Pope’s beer out of his hand and positions the bottles where one has its cap resting just barely on the edge of the other's cap. Then he slams them down on his knee and Pope’s opens with ease. After he hands the open one off, he pops his own with a thick ring he’s wearing.

“I’m thoroughly impressed, Will. What the hell was that?”

“You just gotta learn to make due sometimes.”

Frankie and Pope both mutter ‘show-off’ under their breaths as Will explains to you the physics behind his little trick.

“Okay, now back to what Benny was talking about.” You adjust your stance so you can better face the group. “Are y’all in on this? This ‘ring girl’ shit?”

“Can’t say it wouldn’t be fun though.” Pope prods his finger at you.

“Oh, yes I can.” You say swatting at him.

“You know, Benny. Once he sets his mind to somethin’ he’s pretty determined to see it through.”

“That doesn’t even begin to answer my question, Will.” You groan as you take the beer from Frankie’s hand.

The movements between y’all are so natural, so fluid that it feels like something you have been doing for years. You see Pope, almost in shock, watch you as you take a drink.

“Can I get some of that?”

“No way, man.” You shelter the bottle against your body. “Three is a crowd and you literally have an open one in your hand.”

“Will’s right,” Frankie reasons with you. “Benny is as one track minded as they come.”

“Tell him to get on another track then.”

“How about this?” Pope counters. “You go into the locker room with Benny and see what it takes to be a ring girl. Then and only then will he accept your answer of ‘no’ if that’s still what you want.”

“If that will get him off my case then that's fine with me.”

You start to turn towards the locker room doors when a blue sleeved arm reaches over your shoulder and plucks the beer from you.

“Hey, give that back!”

“I just want to make sure you don’t hog it all.” Frankie’s tone is thick with sarcasm.

“I would never.” You grin.

Pope waits until you have cleared the locker room doors before he whacks Frankie in the shoulder. Unfortunately, Frankie doesn’t see it coming because he is too busy hoping to catch one more glimpse of you.

“If that's how you act around women you think are ‘just cool’ then I’m terrified to see how you act around women you actually like.”

“The fuck was that for? And the fuck are you talking about, man?” He massages the spot where Pope smacked him.

“Will, please tell me you aren’t as blind as he is?”

“Sorry, Fish. I see it too.”

“See what?”

“That you look like a goddamn catfish whenever you look at her! Eyes all big and mouth agape.”

“I do not.” Frankie mutters.

“Come on.” Pope folds his arms across his chest. “You think she’s cute.”

“What are we in middle school? You’re being ridiculous. Will?”

“I’ll be honest, I wanna know too.” He flashes that signature boyish Miller smile.

All Frankie can do is laugh nervously while he removes his cap and runs his fingers through his hair. He knows that he’s in the middle of a losing battle and that he’ll have to concede. They are going to be ecstatic that a woman other than Rochelle has caught his eye. Especially when it's a woman that meshes so naturally with their group. No, what’s stopping him is that a part of himself wants to keep it a secret. To have something that is just his. No prying eyes, no unwanted advice, no consequences, and no one else has to get hurt but him. As soon as the acknowledgement of his affection for you falls from his lips, it's real. As selfish as it sounds, he wants to keep you at arms length. He feels like everything he touches breaks and he doesn’t want you to become the next casualty. You wouldn’t want him if you knew the truth about the things he has done. But then you smile or laugh and he can feel himself falling deeper and deeper into his delusions of grandeur.

“Well, if you don’t like her then maybe I’ll ask her out.”

“No, you won't because,” Frankie puts his cap back on. “I think she’s cute. Are y’all happy? I like her.”

“Atta boy, Fish!” Will cheers.

“I knew it!” Pope says as he pulls Frankie in for a hug. “She’s a good one, man.”

“I know she is. I just don’t know if I’m going to do anything about it right now.”

Will’s hand comes to rest on his shoulder. “Why’s that?”

“I don’t want to fuck it up. To drag her into the shit show that is my life. I don’t even know if she feels the same way either!”

The two other men nod in understanding. Frankie takes a sip of the drink he stole from you and sighs as he looks up at the ceiling.

“All I know is…is that I like her.”

“Shh!”

“Pope, you were the one that wanted to talk about this!”

“Shut the fuck up! She's coming!”

“Y’all ready? I’m going to open the doors for everyone!”

The three of them use the time it takes you to unlock the doors and arrive back in order to regroup from their previous conversation.

“Did you,” Will clears his throat. “Did you like the view back there? See a future in being Benny’s ring girl?”

“I like the view from right here, thank you very much.”

“So,” Pope rubs his hands together. “Who ready to see some dudes get the shit beat out of them?”

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#francisco morales #frankie morales #catfish #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier #triple frontier fic #benny miller #will miller #ironhead #santiago garcia #pope #through the scope #read on a03

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twiststreet · 7 months

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RIP Keith Giffen. Where do you even start? An important comic book creator for my childhood-- he was everywhere for a time, at least for DC Comics, but in such an astonishingly peculiar way, at least from the modern era.

The way I remember it, Mandela Effect and All: Because it was a time when they didn't know how to move forward-- the pure fan era that I think Giffen came out of was ending, and the "let's deconstruct all this" guys had blown in and blown out of comics, and the "let's treat this all as Big Icons doing Big Iconic Stuff so that Hollywood Notices Us" era wasn't in comics yet. And Image had either just hit or was about to and people were saying "let's break everyone's backs and make them alcoholics and replace them with characters who have more pouches and put their girlfriends in refrigerators."

And people seemed lost, especially at DC, especially there because you know, they'd published Watchmen and Dark Knight Returns. So how do they move forward? And Giffen seemed to be the guy who maybe didn't know the answer to that question but wanted to find out! And so you had that Justice League run with Kevin Maguire where... if I like the DC characters at all to this day, that run is 90% why, and it's a big swing in the opposite direction. Anytime people are like "The Justice League must include so and so, there are trinities at stake here" , all that lame-o religious-y talk, I'm still to this day like "why isn't this person mentioning G'nort??"

And you had a Legion run that certainly had its detractors at the time, but that was very much trying to find how far he could push almost everything about what that comic could be to something new-- he had a 9 panel grid, it had characters with trauma, it had a massive cast it did nothing to help you with, , everyone knew each other by their first names. And then you had him as an artist, and not just all the different things he did at DC, but also trying to play ball with Image, with Trencher. And out there in Valiant comics, in one of its "What the hell do we do" phase with Punx. He's playing with the form, and he's making fun of the industry, and he's ... he's trying. He really was trying-- that is a career of trying, in a way I think you'd be kind of heartless not to admire, a little (or for me, a lot).

As an artist, Giffen I think has really aged the best, though just because he was someone ... who was trying to find out what other people were doing and how he could bring that into his own work and how he could find something new. Too much so famously, perhaps early in his career, but when you look at the whole scope of a career-- you know, there's a lot of Kirby to Giffen but he's definitely not a guy who stopped there. He was a guy looking for the next thing to study so when I see modern guys (Michel Fiffe or whoever else) talk about Giffen and admire him-- you know... it makes me... There's a way of viewing English-language comic art as a relay race that's to me very beautiful and it was ... Maybe getting lost?? when I checked out. I don't really know. But. But Giffen for me being in that relay race... I like that, I guess.

People talk about "loving comics" and usually I don't know what the fuck they're talking about. Batman? I don't fucking know. But Keith Giffen-- that guy fucking loved comics. At least, I think when you read his comics, he wanted you wanted to love them too, you know? He wanted you to love Rocket Red. And you know, I still kinda do...? Rocket Red was a good dad!!! Or he wanted you to really love what you could do with a 9 panel grid. Or what you could do with a weird ass squiggle. Or...

I don't know. This one makes me a little sad, maybe in a "it's not them dying, it's knowing you're also going to die" kind of way, maybe a selfish kind of way, but still. Nevertheless. I don't know-- I've not really fully processed this one yet so there's probably something better to say here, but.

My condolences to those who knew him best and loved him most. And I hope he enjoyed his time here.

(Pictured: a page from Victory #1 working with Kurt Busiek on Kirby characters, a page from Punx, and an ad for the final JLI arc).

#rip #keith giffen

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mellancholy-morose · 1 month

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@puppys-teeth You said you wanted Au's and silly thoughts in this post. I'm finally getting around to responding like I wanted to. I made it it's own post cause it got long and this is basically just gonna be a list of my WIP's with some general information and thoughts with some links to some snippets I've shared previously.

Longfics:

Knowing Spirit Albarn is a Drag Current WC about 14k

This is the current longfic I'm trying working on. Spirit ends up doing drag at chupa cabras, Stein comes looking for Spirit and finds out his secret and is thoroughly amused. Stein keeps coming back cause he finds it entertaining and is trying to understand why Spirit's doing it. But Spirit's double life takes a toll on him.

A few snippets I've posted so far:

Here, Here, Here, and Here

Graves/Fountains (a Wip title) Current WC about 3k (not counting notes that are just dialog spread around my note taking locations)

Stein and Spirit go on a mission and things go wrong, they're both left unable to resonate with anyone, as they're both ignored their problems for so long their souls have gone into what is basically a perpetual state of self defense, so LD puts them both on mandatory leave until they can fix their shit. They end up working at Deathbucks to pay the bills when its been a while with no progress and LD is like 'we can't keep paying you'. They eventually are going to have to go into each others mindscapes and help each other deal with all these things they've buried deep. The wip title is in reference to the imagery in their respective mindscapes.

Pacts Writ in Flesh and Blood Current WC about 27k

A resbang I was unable to finish, as it got a bit too depressing at the time. I will come back to it eventually, but it might yet be awhile. It's present stein/marie and past stein/spirit. It's a supernatural horror au, that started from the idea of Faustian deals, if you know 'the magnus archives' there's also some inspiration taken from there for this one. The promo from resbang will give you a better idea what it's about and has some excerpts:

promo

P.I. AU Currently just notes

More like a very long fic. Its ensemble cast and its scope scares me, it'll probably be a while before I tackle this one, simply cause juggling an ensemble cast this large, and having to make sure the murder mystery makes sense is going to be a lot balls in the air. When it was first conceived it was intended to be Stein/Marie but I'm likely to pivot it slightly to make it still that to and extent but likely end game Stein/Spirit. Idk it's not currently very fleshed out besides some general beats I want to hit with things. Stein is Frank Stone (I think it's hilarious and this choice of mine will never stop amusing me) private investigator who's investigating his buddy Sid's death. also did I mention its the 1920's? cause its the 1920's.

Oneshots:

none of these titles are finalized and are more just ways for me to tell them apart from each other

Carnival Currently just notes

Based off that one ending image of Stein making Spirit puke on the teacups, Spirit is there to chaperone the kids, and asks Stein to come a long. Marie upon learning this implies its a date, which worms its way into Stein's head, leading to something of a disappointing experience when they go.

GD Current WC 2.5k

(I don't want to say the title of this one as it gives away something small that I haven't decided if I want the reader to go into the fic knowing about yet)

Current oneshot I'm working on, after a mission Spirit convinces Stein to visit his parents when he learns they're in the area. It is a bit awkward for all involved but Spirit is learning things about Stein he never knew.

A snippet of this one can be found here and here.

Two fucked up little guys Current WC 1.6K

This one admittedly is almost done, but I haven't felt up for finishing it. Set after Stein and Spirit stopped being partners and after Maka is born, but before the anime. Neither have good coping mechanisms for their stress and end up instinctually reaching out for each others wavelengths, and connect while half way across the city. It's angsty, there's some hurt/comfort but it's not got a happy end coming for it. Though this one is also one that after I post it and people are interested I might end up coming back to and expanding the story on later (and giving it a happier ending most likely)

Misc:

These are things that are minimally fleshed out and tend to be more prompts then actual Wips atm

Gay Pirates:

Spirit used to be steins first mate, now they both have their own crews, and spirit keeps boasting about his getting them into trouble. Maka mutinies her dad stranding him on an island but still kinda feels bad about it so sends Stein a letter addressed as if from Spirit for a duel to the death, and Stein ends up getting stranded on the island with him cause his crew get drove off while he's off board by the navy.

Road Trip:

Been sitting on this one for awhile, but @bcbdrums reminded me it was in my wips by mentioning her own road trip ideas on some posts. I was gonna work on this on the side of my long fic but it grew past oneshot territory and is likely gonna be a medium length fic so it went back on the backburner. It's normal world au and is a last road trip before Stein leaves for med school. But there's gonna be a time skip after the trip to after med school

Verbatim from my notes:

"You've got mail Au but with more dicks and its grindr, cause its 2022 my dude" (can you tell how long these idiots have been plaguing me? The ideas and wips are constantly stacking up)

Theater kids au:

Stein is a teacher, Spirit is parent who wont fucking go home

Some Stein/Spirit/Marie poly thing

Doesn't have much to it currently besides my thoughts about similarities between Marie and Spirit

Incubus Au

Likely to be a longish fic, Spirit is a incubus that's hanging around Stein for reasons (one of those not sure if i want readers to know going into it things) and Stein is a kind of John Constantine type

#soul eater #my writing #wips #franken stein #stein #dr stein #spirit albarn #professor stein #steinspirit #crossstitch #marie mjolnir #stein/marie #stein/spirit #god I have a lot of wips someone send help

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Cabin Pressure Advent Day 4: Douz

DOUZZZZZ!!!

OK so after my previous posts, where I was like "well these episodes aren't fully baked yet but soon we'll get to Douz which is where it gets really good," I kind of knew that I'd have to describe WHY I think that once I got here. So here's my attempt.

First of all, that's not to say that this is fully matured Cabin Pressure. The show builds and builds on itself and in my opinion consistently gets better. But I do think that Douz has some things that the prior episodes don't:

The obvious one is that we first see the cracks in MJN Air. Carolyn is vulnerable for the first time on the show (and TBH probably the first time ever? lol) and we now know not only that Carolyn's a bit of a tartar about money, but that she has to be to keep the company going.

Plus, Douglas now knows what the real stakes are, because now HIS job is on the line too- so he can't just mess around as easily with Martin anymore to sabotage him in revenge, like he did here by planting the idea in Martin's head that Jutteau was trying to scam him and sitting back to await the disaster. There's a boundary now- his revenge or hijinks can't risk the operation of the airline. We also now know that it's not just that there's a general power struggle and Douglas tends to be pretty sneaky- we know that Douglas is the guy who always has a plan, and that's a role he's going to stay in for the rest of the show.

A lot of this does end up coming down to Yves Jutteau just being kind of an amazing cartoon villain, and that's one of the great things that allows the zaniness of the plot to work. Not to ruminate excessively over Cremona, but that one fell flat to me plot wise, partly because it felt just a bit too complicated and contrived. The Douz plot is less complicated (it also doesn't have a B plot, besides for Arthur taking the airline photo, but everything has more space to breathe), and I think it's paced a bit better so that it feels like a relatively natural setup, but in some ways the ending is equally unlikely, if not more so- why is it a massive legality problem to take off but not to DRIVE AN AIRPLANE ON A HIGHWAY?! (After looking on Google Maps, Douz to Qibili is moving AWAY from the desert TOWARD more populated areas, so it seems kind of risky.) That's where Jutteau is so brilliant, and Hester Macaulay fell short- she was just an unpleasant woman, and Jutteau is a cackling adversary- and incidentally also played HILARIOUSLY by John Sessions. When you're dealing with the fallout for a situation involving a normal-scale unpleasant woman, you expect that fallout to feel normal-scaled; when your adversary is a veritable comic book baddie, the big daring escape can feel more cartoonish in scope.

So basically what we have now is- the show's still growing and changing, but now we know that the existence of this airline is going to be the thing that drives them forward. (Well, not Martin, exactly, because as of two episodes ago he was looking for other jobs- but he's always going to do his best anyway, and we don't know yet that he's not being paid here.) Douglas and Carolyn, both VERY strong personalities, know that they will sometimes have to sublimate themselves for the sake of the airline- which is basically doing that for each other and for the other members of the team. (Arthur, of course, benefits from this because we already kind of know that this is the sort of guy who's living his best life and that shouldn't be fucked up for him.)

Which means that something really important has had ground laid here- the idea that they all need each other, rely on each other, and are all identified with this airline/airdot. And where would the rest of the show be without that?

Also, at some point this will stop being the kind of thing that's specifically noticeable to point out, but Benedict Cumberbatch by now has gotten veritably enthusiastic in the credits! It's very fun.

#cabin pressure #cabin pressure advent 2023 #cabin pressure advent #douz #john finnemore

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Snipers In the Cold | platonic!Keegan P Russ x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: “Look at you! You're fucking shivering!” for keegan & m!reader who's like a lil brother to him?

summary: you and Keegan get to spend some time together while on a sniper mission.

tws: swearing, guns

Snow in your mouth, you did your best not to shiver and shake as you steadied your rifle and tried to still your hands, able to feel the frost start to creep in through your clothes as you stayed flat against the ground; beside you, Keegan looked more than relaxed, stretched out in his white camoflauge suit as he adjusted his white mask so that it wouldn't slip too much.

Keegan had hand picked you from the SAS to help out his team, as he had met you when you had first started your career, and had kept a distant eye on you, making sure that you weren't in any trouble, and he had yet to be disappointed by you; he liked having you around anyway, it was like being with the little brother that he never wanted.

He always protected you, though, always kept you out of trouble when he could, and although he never said it, Keegan was actually proud of the sniper that you had become. Now that he was beside you, watching you work, Keegan knew that he needed to be more vigilant than ever; this wasn't some routine operation where it was just him and his gun, he had you with him, and he would be damned if he didn't protect you. He cocked a brow when he saw you tremble slightly, thinking nothing of it until he saw that it had not stopped; you were shivering.

"Here," he shrugged off his heavy coat, and laid it across your shoulders, tugging the hood up so that it covered your head as well. Patting your head to make sure that it was in place before he moved to lie on his stomach beside you, kicking his legs out and nearly burrowing in the snow, the crunch and crackle of it nearly deafening.

You shot him a look, raising a brow as you watched him for a moment. "What was that for?"

"Look at you! You're fucking shivering!" He scoffed with a laugh. "SAS clearly didn't teach you how to stay warm."

You huffed, glaring at him for a second before turning your eyes back to the scope on your rifle. "And the Ghosts taught you, did they?"

"Don't be a smart ass," he grumbled, shaking his head and pressing his body down against the snow a little harder, trying to gain as much camoflauge as he could. "I'm starting to regret asking you to join us."

"No, you're not," you shovelled a little more snow into your mouth, at the very least you knew you could prevent your breath from being seen by any enemies. "You're just upset that I've shown you up."

Keegan grumbled again, sparing a glare your way before he shook his head and lifted his mask just enough to shove some snow into his mouth; it was cold, and made his back teeth sting as he winced a little and gritted his teeth. He didn't actually regret getting you to join the Ghosts, in fact, he did enjoy the company when you went out with him on missions, but fuck, if you weren't the little brother he never wanted.

Sure, he would look after you and would protect you and keep you safe, but that didn't stop him from thinking that you were an annoying, smart mouthed, little bastard. He could live without the constant backchat, if he was honest, but he would always be the one to volunteer to move out with you when it came to it; in a way, he supposed that he thought of you like family, even if he would have preferred to die than to actually admit it.

Stretching, Keegan wriggled around in the snow to get more cover, and when you picked a fistful of it up, smashing it over his head with a soft laugh, he narrowed his eyes and glared at you. "Don't do that again."

"I didn't do nothing," you said innocently. "Absolutely nothing."

If you weren't such a damn good sniper, Keegan would have told you to go back to the others and let him finish the job; but he needed you there, even though now his neck was coated in little clumps of snow, and he wasn't stupid enough to let one of the best snipers he had ever admit walk away from him just yet.

"You're lucky you're a good shot."

"A better shot than you," you quipped, grinning when he glared at you again. Hardly able to bite back the laugh that was threatening to make its way up and through your throat, tickling the back of your mouth as you tried your best to squash the urge down when you looked at him.

Many people were scared and intimidated by Keegan, by his cold glares and by the fact that he wasn't very talkative, by the way that he was so dangerous and lethal, especially with a gun in his hands, but not you; to you, Keegan was the person you looked up to. You wanted to be as good at the job as he was, you wanted to be like him. You looked up to him more than anyone else in the world, and you trusted him to guide you in the right direction; Keegan was your mentor, but he was so much more than that. He was family.

You could never be scared of Keegan, not even if he had a gun pointed between your eyes and was demanding that you do as he say, you could never be scared of him; even if he wouldn't admit it or even dream of telling you, it made him want to keep you under his wing that little bit more. You weren't scared of him, in fact, you would try and goad him into losing his temper all the time - just because you thought it was funny.

Keegan mumbled something under his breath, wiping his nose on his sleeve before he leaned over and wiped it on your arm. "You wish you were a better shot, Sergeant."

"I don't need to wish for it," you nudged him gently. "I could out-shoot you with my hand tied behind my back and a blindfold on."

"Sure you could, kid," he scoffed, but in actuality, Keegan didn't doubt that for a second. You were a damn good shot, and he knew it, and he didn't doubt that you could have performed better than him with one hand behind your back and a blindfold on. "You keep telling yourself that."

You smiled when you looked over at him, moving to rest on your side as you rested your hand on your stomach. "Say... if we get the job done right... could we have a snowball fight?"

Keegan thought about it for a moment, but judging from the excited glint in your eyes and how you looked at him with such hope, he couldn't bring himself to say no. "Fine. Just don't be an annoying shit about it."

if you liked this fic, REBLOG IT - you SHOULD reblog it; if you don't wanna reblog, then you'll get blocked; reblogging is the BARE MINIMUM.

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paragonrobits · 7 months

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I'm exploring a few different ideas for a fic that ultimately focuses around the idea of damaged people from ruined worlds or little left to go back to coming together in the form of Farmworld Finn surviving his battle with the Scarab and traveling to Vampire World to continue the good fight in a way that matters to him while his kids get to grow up somewhere safe; there, he meets up with Vampire World Bonnibel, and they team up to fix things as best as possible, possibly even following their worlds merging as a result of cosmic auditors noting that their worlds are otherwise untidy enough and better suited mashed together

But its not enough to just have Princess Bubblegum, Finn the human and Jake the dog together again; there is a FOURTH member of that found family. It's not complete without Marceline, adopted Petrikov. But the Marceline of that world is... perhaps, too far gone. A corruption of the Marcy we know and love. Redemption is for her, perhaps not IMPOSSIBLE, but certainly something outside the scope of what I want to do. But you know one possibility?

The unknown fate of the original Marceline of Winter King's world. And one potential vibe I have for why she might be angry at Winter King even after his death and the source of some complex feelings, and what Ice Marceline actually was, can all be summed up by a relevant panel of Protoman from the Mega Man comics:

Winter King Marceline raises a LOT of questions and open ideas.

We don't have anything to go on, besides the fact that an Ice Marceline acting as a play replica implies that she is either gone or Winter King THINKS she's gone. Betty is also dead, or that Winter King believes she is. So here's my idea; the Marceline of that world IS still alive, but quite different from mainline Adventure Time world; I propose that she actually occupies a similar role to Magic Woman Betty, as a magically powerful wizard who has done complicated things and even acted as an antagonist in her desperate attempts to save Winter King from himself, but in the end it was too late, and she couldn't save him.

The idea I have is that for various reasons, she is not connected to the Finn of her world or Princess Bubblegum; its likely that if they ever knew each other, the circumstances behind her Simon's death and his crimes against that PB left her with a very severe conflict of loyalties and was ultimately too distanced from either; its not impossible that at some point she MIGHT return to them, but I'm thinking that the mode her is that these are people who were meant on some level to unite in the Finn/PB/Marceline family triangle, but due to accidents of fate or bad circumstances, it didn't turn out that way.

In this case, that particular part of the eternal recurrance did NOT work out for them, but through the actions of Fionna and Simon bringing other worlds together, they have a chance to start anew; Magic Marceline comes to vampire world and meets up with them, deciding that she can at least fix SOMETHING even if she can't save the man that used to be her father.

This take on her draws much more on her demonic nature; her soul sucking powers have been honed so that she's stolen magical power from others with the intent of ultimately trying to find a way to do the same with the Ice Crown without harming Simon in the process, and she's garnered a bunch of different wizard powers that let her do the sort of things Marceline can otherwise do. This version of her most likely looks more human, similar to Marshall Lee in Fionna's world; not sure why yet but maybe she has actively altered her appearance to distance herself further from her father, or she simply looked more like her mother here.

As another detail on how warped and tragic the dynamic of Winter King was, I'm also thinking that her relationship with him was full of conflicts leaving her feeling tremendously messed up; she loved him but she hated what he'd become, she known for a while there was not coming back from what he'd done but she still tried so hard, and in the end he deliberately forgot her in favor of an illusion of the child she once was.

#marceline #winter king marceline #magic marceline #tag for this take on her right there!#adventure time #fionna and cake #fic ideas #ideas #queued

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Hey Ira how do you finish stuff? i've been working on a project for months and i just cant find a way to complete it

see, the thing is my first instinctive response to this question was "idk, because i feel like i never finish anything either!"

i mean, obviously i DO, i finish stuff for work etc and if i really never finished anything then there would be nothing on this blog. but from where i'm standing it feels like the amount of stuff i've actually finished is like, a tiny tiny drop in the massive ocean of stuff i've THOUGHT about or WANT to do or maybe have even STARTED but are all collecting dust on the back burner

i think ive had the idea for project catboy since, like, 2017 or something, and i still only have the first draft outline done; i keep thinking i'm not ready to do it justice yet. i think the villains win has existed for a similar amount of time as a concept and i DID finally start it but i've been too busy/occupied w other things to continue. i've been wanting to open an online shop and sell prints + merch for years now, and have done maybe one or two steps in that direction, but then it keeps stalling and getting lost amidst my other more pressing to-dos

basically: i am always working on projects for months (and years!) and never finding ways to complete them, and any personal project i do end up finishing feels like a huge outlier most of the time

so i don't really have solid advice bc i struggle w it so much myself, but i guess i do have a "hey, you're not alone." just keep banging away at things and eventually some of it will pop through, even if most of it doesn't. if i try really hard to skim over the stuff that DOES get done and find a common thread, it's either 1. i literally Had to (work stuff etc,) or 2. i was EXTREMELY passionate/excited about it, and i had a plan/the scope was visible + digestible (i knew how it was going to end or i was kind of aware of all the parts that needed to come together, rather than just kind of writing/drawing endlessly into the abyss without being able to visualize how much progress i was making). if there's no end in sight, maybe the next best step is getting more specific/granular about what the end would actually look like; a lot of times i find that i THINK i know what a project would need to be done, but in reality it's all just a pretty vague concept in my head, and i never actually sat down and hammered out the steps of what i need to do/make! if you have a fixed endpoint, you can ALWAYS be inching toward it, even if it takes forever.

(also, do it shittier. im being so serious. whenever u get really stuck, do a shitty job just to get onto the next step. if you hit the finish line you can always go back and improve/redo things, but a lot of times you might look back and be like "actually the low effort version is fine, in the big picture")

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What Failing NaNoWriMo Taught Me

This is a change in subject from the usual media posts, but I wanted to try and broad out the scope of my writing a bit.

If you are even remotely familiar with the online writing community, you will probably know what NaNoWriMo is. Every November, writers from all around the world scramble to start an all-new story and to finish that very story by the last day of the month. And, did I mention that this novel needs to be 50,000 words at the least?

Being the bored person I am, I decided to take a risk and try the challenge out. And thus, half my October was spent forming a new world with new characters and a unique plot. On November 1st, I gathered up my supplies, booted up my laptop and started the grand journey into the wild west that is NaNo season.

Obviously, if you read the title of this article, you would know how that went.

I wrote only approximately 29,000 words for my novel. That's it. Out of the 50,000 words I was planning on writing, I barely made it half-way through.

But yet, despite my technical failure, I don't think competing in NaNoWriMo was a complete waste. I learned quite a few lessons from the journey, both writing and non-writing related, and I'm here to share them with you.

Hydrate, hydrate, HYDRATE: Like many others, I have trouble keeping a consistent amount of water in my daily diet. Somedays, I'll hardly drink any at all and on others, chugging down is all that I'll do. A few years ago, my lack of hydration actually landed me in the ER on an IV. Most of the time, we are taught only to drink water to keep our bodies going. But, I learned that when I was sufficiently hydrated while writing, I could go on for much longer periods of time compared to when I was thirsty. As it turns out, drinking water and fluids can also have a positive impact on our brain function!

Create goals based off your personal style: I'm not too bad of a chronic procrastinator. Like all of us have, occasionally I'll put projects aside towards the last minute, but for the most part, I'm a pretty good worker. My problem is working consistently- I concentrate much better in controlled bursts of time than in a long session, but at the same time, I don't like leaving work unfinished. If I start a chapter, I'm going to finish it no matter what, for better or for worse. For NaNoWriMo, I decided to aim on finishing at least one chapter of my story per day. That way, I would have a manageable amount of work while still staying productive in the process.

At the same time, life is WAY more important than writing: Throughout November, Thanksgiving, school, and the start of the holidays in general impeded my ability to write as much as I could have. And that's okay! Writing is just one part of my life, not my entire well-being. I try to divide the different aspects of my life into certain 'parts,' from my academic part to my author part for tumblydovereviews. This helps me to throw away any worries I mayhave about another 'part,' and instead focus my whole self onto one part at a time.

Grow a closer bond with your characters: I loved my characters. I thought about them throughout the day and as I wrote. I came up with their favorite activities, movies, and foods, and imagined scenarios for them in my head. In a way, this made writing them easier as I knew more about how they would react and why.

And, if no matter what you try, you still fail NaNoWriMo...: That's okay! Remember, the entire point of this challenge is to have fun while also completing a story in the process. No matter what happens, I'm proud of you for trying. You're doing great!

Will I decide to complete NaNoWriMo again next year? It remains to be seen. But one thing remains clear: even through my failure, I still love to write. I still love to read. I still want to create stories and worlds and essays. And, nothing will stop me from doing that.

#nanowrimo #writing #writing tips #fallure #essay #tumblydovereviews #creative writing #writeblr

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apupp3tw0-strings · 4 months

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Darkness up in the Attic

Date: October 16th, 2131

Vile, violated, disgusted. I don't even know where to start with describing what happened. The only thing I can focus on is how... invaded I feel.

Do any of you know what it feels like to hold a human soul? No? I really REALLY wish I didn't know the feeling. Even staring at the so- at that THING in the jar I shoved it in, it makes me uncomfortable.

Okay okay, back tracking. Focus. Gotta give context. Okay so Kris, CK, and Jevil came over today. Puncle Sans was gonna come too, but he was apparently busy napping. They came over so Papa and Kris could better sort out how to help Spam and Jev. So while they talked about that and other adult stuff, CK, Jevil, Spamton and I got out some legos to play with.

The day seemed to be going well, even with Jevil pranking and antagonizing Spamton. However I found something... interesting when I took Spamton to the other room to cool down and hopefully prevent him from strangling Jevil. The door to the attic. It was like... pulsing darkness. Just like the door to the school storage closet was when CK and I first stumbled into Castle Town. Someone had opened a Dark World in the attic.

Obviously I remembered what Kris and Seam had said with the Roaring and how multiple Dark Worlds were bad, but I also knew that my sister, Broadway was up there, and I hadn't seen glam come down yet this morning. Glee must've still been up there. I thought about telling Kris but... what if Broadway got stuck up there in the Dark World when Kris closed it. What would happen? ... So I tried calling CK over instead.

After convincing CK we should at least scope this out before grabbing the adults (gyeh, funny how usually HE'S the one convincing ME to do reckless and stupid stuff like this), CK mentioned how we probably need someone to distract Papa and Kris so they don't get too suspicious. Which is where I suggested Spamton and Jevil distract them. CK was the one who suggested they distract the adults by misusing Papa's kind heart and desire to help people, for the record. While Spamton seemed apprehensive to the idea, Jevil ended up dragging it off before it had much chance to object. I presume the plan worked, even if I seemed like Jevil mostly just ended up annoying Kris and Papa focused on talking to Spamton (which I guess is a good thing?) by the time we got back, and no one ended up following us (though know I sorta wish Kris did...)

We landed in a rocky, cliffy place filled with cobwebs and dust, and at first I was separated from CK. Wasn't too long until I found him though, as i could hear him sneezing from like, a mile away. As we were thinking how a Dark Fountain could have possibly been opened up here and just what exactly Broadway was doing in the attic, we were suddenly attacked from above. Someone was flinging a bunch of rain drop and frog shaped bullets our way, meaning we had to run as fast as our legs could carry us. That was until we came to a dead end...

It was okay though! The attacker turned out to be an old frog plush I used to take everywhere and have had since I was like, a baby. Remienotta, aka Remie. (I always wonder where I'd misplaced her, guess she was up here all along.) Turns out Remie thought we were working with some dude called The Magician (who we encountered not long after) and that's why they attacked us. After that was cleared up, Remie offered to help us find Broadway before jumping off the nearby cliff, using her umbrella to float down Mary Poppins style, and lead us to her fort.

At Remie's Fort, we ended up running into Broadway, who looks even more like a teen idol pop star in the Dark World and was VERY excited once glee realized that THIS was a Dark World like the ones I'd been talking about all week. Also at the Fort is where we encountered The Magnificent Magico, aka The Magician for the first time. A tall blue Darkner with ana 8-ball for a head, a somewhat unsettling grin, floating hands, and wearing a stage magician's get up. He crashed through Remie's barricade before declaring he was sent by the High Priestess to stop us from closing the Dark Fountain. Aaaaaas well as informed us that the only way to leave was by closing the Fountain. (Gyeh. Great. Just our luck right? It gets worse later.) After that Magician had some Halographic Ruddins attack us before capturing and making off with Broadway.

And thus our new party consisting of myself, CK, and Remie continued forward through this new Dark World and entered the Dusty Plains...

To be continued in next entry, I need to at least TRY to sleep. (Considering how today went however, I'm not sure how successful I'll be in that.)

#chicago #deltarune au #deltarune: fool's fate #fool's fate #undertale au #undertale ish #writing #ck #comic kings #Remienotta #Remie #Kris #spamton #Jevil #magico #Broadway #the Magician

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eirianerisdar · 5 months

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(!) anon here. now that I have calmed somewhat (but not really because I’m not normal about Icarus) First of all, I want to say that I love this fic very much and it has made me tear up, scream, sob, laugh and just feel very much. It absolutely lives rent free in my mind. I’m amazed and I want to thank you (and your twin) for this amazing work. I’m sort of afraid to re-read it because the emotional damage, but at the same time… it’s so, so good. So yeah, thank you both.

I really like the voice of the characters and the cadence of your writing. I get this feeling of watching a slow-motion crash, and how I want to scream. Also, it’s very human, messy, and visceral. And I have feelings. Charles and Carlos? I’m dying for the outtake. Jenson? Like, before of this fic I didn’t knew much (I don’t watch Sky. I’m form Latin América, and I watch the regional broadcast form) but now I will die for him. Lando becoming flock with Daniel (and I imagine that it may be out of the scope of this fic but I worry/wonder about Lando and Oscar for 2023 season). Yuki? Pierre? Love them so very much.

It’s amazing how you blend like these media/social media bits that gives the story… this sort of flavour. Makes it a fuller. One of my favourite parts of this is the thing with Seb colleting Daniel’s feathers and how a photo of a fan passing a feather becomes photo of the year. Made me cry a little, and it makes the world seem more real. Also, I really, really love the lore/word building around the wings and how everything works. The subtle changes to accommodate feathers, flight, and flock, amazing. I wanted to ask, what type of wings would you have? The same as your twin?

And yeah. Just. I have feelings.

eMOtionAL DAMage

No but seriously thank you so much! The recent comments and feedback I've been getting for Icarus have been amazing, especially in the past few chapters.

I started out planning this fic mostly around Maxiel but the more I fleshed out the plot the more I realised I had to include most of the grid. Charlos have such a huge role to play and though a lot of it is covered in the outtakes, we'll see development and resolution of their subplot in the upcoming latter stages of the main story too.

Jenson is basically the darling of the older grid (he's flock with so many of them) and I am literally vibrating in excitement thinking about finally addressing the Princess Cake/brocedes/slagclaren (I still can't believe that's the phrase for Lewis and Jenson) mess that we saw a few chapters earlier.

And Lando and Oscar will feature a little bit, towards the end of the fic. I have a specific scene planned out that makes me snort whenever I think of it.

Thank so so much for your lovely comment <3 Readers like you make writing so worth it xoxo

Edit: Forgot to mention I'd probably have oriental magpie-robin wings! Waffles hasn't chosen her wings yet, so I unfortunately don't know what wings she would have.

#f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 wing fic #icarus #f1 wing au #replies #anon #my post #writing #daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #maxiel

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violetren · 1 year

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Just watched Superheroes and Huntsmen Part One and as a RWBY fan and someone who likes DC heroes in general, I had a great time.

I really loved how they used the fact that everyone knew it was a crossover to their advantage to create a kinda slow boil effect around RWBY details not being quite right. Like a lot of it isn't even subtle (Yang having her prosthetic but being in Volume 1 gear, Grimm glitching immediately, the absence of Blake and Weiss in a pre-fall setting and so on) and yet you're so caught up in the action and in Clark's frantic confusion and the fact that it's a weird ass multiversal cross over that you just sorta rationalise it.

"Of course things are unnatural and weird Clark literally just said that he wasn't supposed to be here and his presence probably fucked up reality somehow. I wonder what time and space shenanigans the JL were involved in to digitise Grimm."

But the weird keeps piling on and by the time you're watching Jaques Schnee be little more than aggrieved and dismissive of Weiss yelling at him at a party, or "volume 1" Weiss having the confidence to do so without fear of retribution you're like "Oh shit is fucked up fucked up, we aren't in Atlas as sure as Clark ain't in Kansas."

From there it's what I can only really call lowstakes Remnant/classic superhero fair. Lots of cool combat, fun, quippy super dialogue, just a touch of personal pain and struggle but hardly enough to register for someone who just finished RWBY volume 9. It was fun.

There were some tiny characterisation things with the RWBY cast that all fell easily within the scope of the fact that they were actively force-fed a false reality and so didn't really strain at suspension of disbelief.

And then there was the DC cast.

I went in expecting to leave wondering why they didn't just use one of their several canon groups of teen heroes, which seems to be a common complaint. After watching it I'm not wondering and I don't think they made some egregious error in judgement using the Justice League.

I might revise my opinion by a great deal if in the next movie the Justice League are still teenagers but honestly I'm curious as hell to see the Huntsmen interact with grown versions of the heroes who haven't had all their insecurities pulled to the forefront, and seeing the Justice League react to the fact that the Huntsmen, while clearly more experienced and steady in their proper ages, are still barely more than children.

I know Doyalist logic for choosing the Justice League probably heavily relates to cold hard cash and someone upstairs incorrectly assuming that it wouldn't be as much of a draw without the Trinity and their current league headliners, and while it's sorta disappointing it's not surprising in the least. I'm choosing to be glad the writers landed on such a cool way to work with the restrictions on rights uses that they were given.

From a Watsonian perspective the idea of forcing them all back to a time where they weren't as good as emotional regulation but keeping them stacked with their big adult emotions to be dealt with in that compromised state while in a facsimile of a world where too much negative emotion makes you bait for murderous monsters is about as solid as most super-villain plans get. It's a plan that would have been even more fucked up and fatal in enacted against teens and turning them to kidlets which circles back into a Doyalist POV in that Of Fucking Course they couldn't have team RWBY fighting alongside prepubescent superheroes. Kids looking after tots is a story for in universe, in fandom, or at least for much more strongly connected multiverses. Sure they could have picked a different plot, but at that point they knew they weren't gonna be able to use teen titans and why not use a cool idea if you have it?

In comparison to my love of RWBY I'm a much more casual comics fan and so while I recognised all the characters in play for half of them I only had broad strokes type knowledge of them learned from fandom and advertising of some of their more popular runs.

To that end the characters I got felt like they hit the broad strokes a casual fan might know and then put them through the same funhouse mirror that teams RWBY and JNR went through being forced into a fake world where nothing was familiar and yet seemed unavoidably real AND needing to readjust to being teens and all the fucked up brain chemistry that comes with that All Over Again. For RWBY and JNR the effect was a little less pronounced due to teenagedom really not being that long ago (and still a reality for Ruby), but of course it showed more obviously in the Justice League members making choices and saying shit their adult counterparts straight up just wouldn't say or do. That was flat out stated in text as the whole point of making them teens again!

I do sorta get why die hard fans of specific characters might feel that those characters weren't done justice but like, that's comics babes. Why would you expect them to do better in an outside of continuity crossover with an anime? Like it's hard enough in any medium to get good properly explored characterisation after a cast has more than like 2 people in their own world nevermind in a massive ensemble multiversal crossover.

As I said before I reserve judgement on hating teeny bopper justice league until I see what state they're in for Part 2. As a stand alone though I think they did fine but that is heavily influenced by the fact that at the end of the day I care more about RWBY than any of the dc characters they included and I was probably quite lucky in that respect.

If I were to register a complaint it would probably be the Weiss and Bruce of it all but it was actually really really easy to just step back and ignore any weak romantic subplot vibes when ultimately it was obvious they were never going to build to anything and when you paused to look at it through the lens of Two Smart Lonely Uber-Rich Kids Who Forged Themselves Into Weapons To Fight For Justice Having Empathy For One Another.

Also it gave us "scientifically minded and highly computer literate Weiss" in what was at least an official story even if it wasn't mainline canon continuity and I love that for her.

#rwby #the justice league #justice league x rwby #super heroes and huntsmen part one #chirping wren

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magicstormfrostfire · 5 months

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A fanfic draft that Ive had on the backburner since like 2020 because the scope I have for it is SO LARGE and disorganized that I literally haven't even touched refining its conception. However, I do like what I started so far, so I thought I'd share. The fic is intended to be 18+ if I ever started writing it, but this first chapter is not.

Characters: Sonic, Silver, Amy Rose, Blaze (hinted Blazamy)

Romance/Drama/Mystery

If You Seek Amy

"C'mon, just hear me out about this!"

"Absolutely not. I already told you, Sonic, I'm not taking any more recommendations from you."

"But he really needs a job! Besides, you haven't even met him!"

Amy whipped around quickly, teal eyes narrowing on the blue hedgehog.

"The last time I met a guy you suggested to me, it nearly ran my business into the ground." She dusted off her skirt and moved toward her desk, sitting heavily into the swivel office chair behind it.

"What makes this guy any different, huh?"

Sonic flashed the woman a knowing smile.

"Trust me, he has exactly what you're lookin' for, Ames."

"Oh?"

"Yup. He's a little inexperienced but I think he can do the job no problem. Plus he's a real cutie, ya know?"

Polished pink nails drummed on the desk as Amy stared out the window deep in thought. They were slowly getting back old clientele after the mess she had to clean up, but they were still in need of new workers…

"Fine. I'll see him. But this isn't a guarantee so--"

"Sweet! Wait right here, I'll go get him." In a flash Sonic was out the door, causing a few very important papers to swirl from Amy's desk. Irritated, she rose from her chair and crouched to pick them up.

"Chaos, he seriously needs to stop doing that…"

"Don't trouble yourself." A voice called from the doorway. Amy glanced up, relieved to see a familiar purple cat kneeling down in front of her.

"I can get those for you. You sound rather troubled…"

"Thanks. I'm so glad you're back, Blaze. You're just in time to meet Sonic's friend that he wants me to hire."

The other woman blinked, concerned.

"And...what is this new person like?"

"He went to go get them, I haven't seen him yet. Be prepared to kick the guy out if he steps out of line though."

Blaze nodded, her yellow eyes glinting expectantly as she handed the papers over.

"Consider it done, Miss Amy."

The pink hedgehog gathered the fallen files into a stack and placed them neatly on her desk. In truth, she really hoped that this guy Sonic suggested was someone she could use in her business. So far, Amy had little luck finding new workers now that her establishment's reputation was put into question. She smoothed out her white skirt again anxiously, hoping that this meeting was actually worth her time.

Blaze came up behind her, a delicate hand placed on her back.

"You're doing that thing where you stress yourself out again, aren't you?"

"Sorry. I just don't want this guy to be a disappointment. We really need people."

"This is true, but try not to worry so much about it. You've worked hard to make this place a respectable establishment in the past. We've come so far, and we can do it again, yes?"

Amy turned to face her, teal eyes softening on Blaze with a thankful smile.

"You're absolutely right. I promise I'll try to calm down and really give it my all."

"You always do."

A sudden knock on the door drew their attention and right away Amy knew that something was unusual about it. Sonic hardly ever knocked before he came in, so it had to be the person he brought to meet her.

"The door is open, come in."

"Ah...okay. Uh…"

"Oh." Amy blinked.

This was someone she could definitely work with.

The visitor was another hedgehog with cloudy white fur and a plume of front quills on his head. His muzzle was a pale peach color and Amy noticed his cheeks were slightly flushed; he seemed nervous. The young man was around Sonic's build but sporting a black shirt that was a little too big for him. She guessed it was to accommodate his abundance of white chest fluff. Bright gold eyes looked around the room nervously and he seemed as if he didn't know exactly what he was supposed to be doing there.

"Er...Hello."

Amy managed to get herself together and held out a hand to him with her classic inviting smile.

"Hello! Amy Rose. And you are?"

"I'm Silver." He replied, taking her hand and giving it a gentle shake.

"Nice to meet you, Silver. This is my assistant, Blaze."

"Hello."

"Charmed." The purple cat said flatly, resting her hands behind her back. It was pretty clear that she was not going to shake his hand, so Silver settled for putting them in his pockets instead.

"Please have a seat, and let's get started with the interview!" Amy gestured to the guest couch against the wall before shuffling excitedly to her chair.

"Alrighty then."

She couldn't believe it but Sonic was right; this guy really was exactly what she was looking for. Unique, attractive, approachable, it was exactly what they needed here! Amy tried her best to keep herself calm and professional. Looks were only half of the job, and she didn't want to get her hopes up just yet.

"So, Silver…" She drawled, pulling a pen from her desk drawer.

"You want to work here at The Garden, correct? What do you know about our line of work?"

"What do I know? Um...well, not much. That's sort of why I came to the interview. Sonic didn't tell me everything."

"Ah, I see. Well, there's not much to explain. It's a pretty easy job especially if you're a people person."

Silver tilted his head, seeming as if he was concerned about her answer.

"This is a Host Club. Are you following me so far?"

"Hosts?" His eyes widened a fraction.

"L-like an escort service?"

"No. Not at all." Blaze replied dryly. Her tail swished from side to side in irritation and Silver winced; he had a feeling that he may have said something inappropriate.

"Sweetie, a Host Club is a place where people come to chat and hang out with our employees." Amy said slowly. She tapped the pen on the table to get his attention.

"Essentially, people pay to have tea and conversation with you. Your clients are mostly women, but we have a healthy mix of all kinds of customers here. I don't know how other places might do things but the job is only to entertain them and keep them company if they request you."

"Oh thank goodness…"

"Do you think that hosting is something you would be interested in doing?"

Silver's eyes veered off to the side.

"Well...er….geez I wish Sonic would've told me earlier what it was all about…"

The pink hedgehog's smile faltered just a little, but she remained silent.

"I'm not turning down the job, I'm just not great at conversation and I don't know how entertaining I could be. I've never done this before."

"That's not a problem. You'll be a simple waiter before we let you become a host, so we won't put you on the list of choices right away. Though there's lots of training in the basics you'll have to do before you're a waiter, or even available to customers."

The young man smiled softly and gave a quick nod.

"Ah, I can do that then, no problem."

"Great! Then you start next week." Amy replied. She scribbled down something on the paper in front of her before turning it over to Silver.

"I want you here next Monday at 3pm. Can you do that?"

"Um...yeah, but...don't you have any other questions for me?" The white hedgehog took the paper from her and scanned it briefly.

"Not at all! Just fill out the paper with your information and work history and I'll take it when you come in Monday. Or if you want, give it to Sonic and he can turn it in."

"Oh, okay cool! I'll get this back to you as soon as possible. Thank you so much!" Silver replied before rising from the couch. Amy watched eagerly as the young hedgehog gave a short wave and shuffled out the door.

She waited until she was sure he was gone before slumping in her chair with a sigh.

"A penny for your thoughts, Darling?"

"He is a babe in the woods, Blaze. Sonic didn't even tell him what the job was! I'm basically building a man from scratch, here."

The purple cat chuckled and patted Amy's shoulder lovingly.

"Silver should be a cakewalk. After all, you managed to handle that catastrophe from before."

"Yeah, and it almost cost me my business."

Blaze put a hand to her lips, gasping dramatically.

"My, my, I never took you for the quitter type…"

"Oh knock it off," Amy giggled as she shoved her gently.

"But you're totally right. I've done it before under worse circumstances and I can do this again. And this time, I'm going to train the newbie personally."

"Will you have the time?"

"I'll simply make the time. If I want to pick up where I left off, I'll have to put the work in, right?"

"That makes sense to me."

The pink hedgehog rose from her seat with a flourish and pulled out her phone, tapping away at the screen excitedly. Blaze grinned, knowing Amy long enough to tell when the woman was having a brainstorm.

"I haven't trained anyone personally in a long time, so I'm moving some of my appointments around. Remind me to put in an order for a new suit-- oh I don't have anyone to pick it up--"

"Have Sonic do it."

"Yes! He owes me one now, it's the least he can do, right?"

"Of course."

"Oh I have so many things to move around but this is going to be fun! I haven't trained a new employee in ages…!" Amy babbled to herself as she walked out, Blaze opening the door for her in her excitement. It had been a long time since she had seen the young woman so passionate about her club, especially since the last incident nearly brought their business to its knees.

Amy and Sonic were a fantastic pair when it came to ideas but they were as short sighted as they were ambitious and that was their downfall. Blaze partially blamed herself for what had happened. She was too quick to trust their judgment and wanted so badly to support Amy’s choices no matter what.

She shook her head and walked in line behind the pink hedgehog, that familiar and endearing passion of hers causing Blaze to sigh fondly.

It wouldn't happen again. She would be more observant this time. This 'Silver' was going to be everything they needed to turn their luck around.

Blaze was going to make sure of that.

And that's all I have for this! It's been sitting in the drafts since forever, and is something I hope to actually follow through on at some point. I have a lot of loose threads put into this alone, but some nice facts about what ive set up so far

the workers at The Garden all have flowers as their name aliases, even the waiters. I haven't fully decided what everyone's will be or all the employees yet.

This is going to be a very Amy and Sonic focused fanfic, as well as the relationships they have with others. They're close friends and business partners, which is where a lot of past and future conflict comes into play. It also weighs a lot on the unspoken 'incident' theyre alluding to....

Silver is lying in this chapter. About what? Everything. :)

Someday I'll properly put this out on AO3 whenever I have the idea fully formed but for now, have this!

#sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #blazamy #blaze the cat #silver the hedgehog #sonic fanfics #sonic fanfiction #sonic #sth

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