#i know it's just programming but my god does it feel patronizing (in a fun way)

[bookwyrminspiration]

just call me an idiot and be done with it

#shitpost #i know it's just programming but my god does it feel patronizing (in a fun way) #like my dude #2 in a row wow! that's the best you've ever done! #gee thanks

[emerald-chaos]

Touchdown

*gif not mine, credit goes to the owner*

I just want to take a moment to say thank you for the love on my last fic! It made my lil ole heart swell to see that peopled enjoyed it enough to leave a like or reblog.

This is just something special I had in my arsenal that I wrote for a friend a few months ago. I touched it up a bit and added a few things here and there. It all started when we were talking about how much we loved when Chris' accent got heavier after he'd been drinking, and well, I couldn't help myself lol. I hope you enjoy the fluff! xoxo

I apologize for any grammatical errors, I tried to proof-read but am also a little exhausted lol.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2844

Warnings: I don't think there's anyway? Mentions of being drunk/drinking alcohol, cursing, and illusions to sexy times, but that's about it.

You hadn’t noticed how furiously your knee was bouncing up and down until the person sitting next to you on the subway got up to move seats once the train squealed to a stop. You sighed and ran your hands down the front of your thighs. Normally being a little late didn’t bother you as much, but tonight you were meeting him.

You flipped your wrist over to check your watch. 8:30pm. In all honesty, it had probably been only thirty seconds later than when you checked it the last time. Another deep sigh escaped from your lips as you started to become hyper aware of the train remaining still at the current stop. What could possibly be taking so long? You knew he wouldn’t care if you were running late, but the time the two of you had together already felt so minuscule. You wanted to capitalize on every second you could.

The train began moving again and you slumped back into your seat, feeling only a small amount of relief. It was becoming painfully apparent that you needed to try and relax. You could feel the sweat building up on your body, the sting on your palms from where your fingernails were pressing in with a vengeance moments ago, and you could hear your heart thumping in your ears. Your hand dug around in your purse for a few moments before finding the small case you were looking for. Opening it, you slipped your headphones into your ears and let your head rest on the window behind you as music intertwined with your thoughts.

Once upon a time, you made fun of people who decided to go to grad school. What kind of a clown would spend thousands of MORE dollars and go BACK to school?? Not to mention the stress of the assignments, the due dates - it was not for you...or so you thought.

Now here you are, a regular booboo the fool.

NYU’s graduate program for design and merchandising wasn’t necessarily part of your 5-year plan, but when the opportunity landed in front of you it was difficult to pass up. NYU was a school you had only dreamt of attending back in high school. When you were a senior in high school you were able to tour the campus and fell in love immediately. Hours upon hours were spent researching grants, scholarships, and all sorts of ways to try to make it happen. However, the dream ended as most teenage dreams do - crushed. There was no way you or your parents could afford the loans that it would surely wrack up to attend the out of state university, and there was no way you could ask your parents take on that kind of debt just so you could go to college. UMass was the way to go - close to home and familiar. Not to mention you were able to obtain several scholarships and grants that helped bring down the cost tremendously. Little did you know, boring ole UMass would bring you one of the most important things in your life.

Applying for graduate school wasn’t an easy decision and one you couldn’t really take all the credit for. A smile crept across your face as you reminisced on the night you nervously brought up the idea to your long-term boyfriend.

“I think you should do it,”

“I know, right?” you scoffed, “it’s insane, why would I do something so stup...wait, what? You do?”

“Of course I do. This is something you love and that you’re passionate about. Do you know how many hours of my life were spent listening to you ramble about NYU?” he questioned with a grin.

“It will open up so many doors for you. We can make things work,” a chuckle escaped from those beautiful lips as he saw your dumbfounded expression. He wrapped his fingers around your waist and pulled you close, “What? Did you expect me to forbid it? Cmon, baby, what kind of guy do you take me for?”

You didn’t have a lot of wins in your life, but you did have Chris.

When you got accepted, he took off a week from work to drive you 3 and a half hours south to help get you settled and moved into your temporary new home. The two of you ate a disgusting amount of pizza, moved a ridiculous amount of heavy furniture in the middle of a summer heat wave, and enjoyed each other’s company before the long-distance thing would set in. Chris spent that week encouraging you every step of the way, talking you off the ledge when you were convinced you had made the wrong decision, and made sure to help you christen every possible surface of your new place in the most deliciously sinful way.

You bit your lip slightly at the thought and a warm feeling spread across your face. Chris was one of the most incredible people you had met in this world. Kind, caring, funny, intelligent, passionate, and god was he sexy. The connection the two of you had was scary at first, but now you just couldn’t imagine spending your life with anyone else.

The robotic voice came over the loud-speaker in the subway car and you were rudely ripped back to reality as it pulled into your stop. You hurriedly scooped up your bag and jogged off the train.

It had been a promise between the two of you when you moved that there would be equal effort when it came to visiting and keeping in contact while having good, open communication. Long distance was hard but the two of you were determined to make it work. FaceTime calls, hours upon hours of texting, and even as far as writing the occasional letter back and forth (because your boyfriend was a hopeless romantic and you loved it so much). This weekend was your turn to come home to visit, and of course your last class had to go longer than anticipated. Fuckin’ Tiffany and her stupid ass questions.

The muscles of your calves burned as you kept up your hurried pace, weaving through the crowds of people gathered on sidewalks outside of various clubs and restaurants. It was a weekend night and the Patriots were playing, which meant the city was more alive than usual. New York was it's own beast, but it was a different type of hustle and bustle. Nights like these made your heart ache for home - the thick Massachusetts accents, the rowdy voices of bar patrons arguing about the game, the hugs shared between family members as they parted after dinner, and the faint smell of nicotine and alcohol that hung in the air.

As the neon sign that hung in the pub window came in to view you felt your heart dip down into your stomach. Last weekend’s visit had to be cancelled due to some stuff coming up with Chris’ work and a surprise assignment for you, so you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in 2 weeks. With a deep breath you swung open the door and scanned the crowd for him. He told you that he would be there promptly at 7:15pm for pregame shenanigans with his friends - which actually translated to how many pitchers of beer could they suck down before kick off.

“Aw, come ON! That is such a bullshit call!”

You heard him before you saw him. Of course. A grin spread across your lips as you shook your head. The thought of leaving to avoid secondhand embarrassment crossed your mind briefly before you picked up your feet and made your way through the crowd toward the sound. A room full of people from New England and you would still recognize that voice anywhere.

Everyone else seemed to fade away as you saw the outline of the tall, dark haired man standing at the bar. The slight freckles that spattered the back of his neck, the Brady jersey that he spent WAY too much money customizing, and the signature backward ball cap were ingrained in your subconscious memory. Not to mention if you didn’t recognize his outline or his voice, you would definitely recognize that ass anywhere.

You loved how passionate he got about sports and the way his Boston accent seemed to get thicker with each beer he consumed. Growing up in the area, you wouldn't think the accent would send a tingle down your spine the way it does, but it was different - it was Chris. Not to mention the sparkle in his eye when he would watch his favorite team or the way he would get in to arguments whenever someone tried to say something negative about them. You loved your big, handsome, over-sized toddler man so damn much.

A light tap on his shoulder made him whip around, his slightly opened mouth from his interrupted conversation curved upwards into a wicked grin as he made the connection of who was finally standing in front of him.

“Hey there, handsome. I don’t see a ring on your finger. You single?” You grinned, feeling your entire body fill with warmth as Chris leaned back and grabbed his chest as he erupted in laughter.

“Nah, nah, nah, unfortunately for you I am taken” he responded as he snaked his arms around your waist, sliding his hands into your back pockets as he pulled you into his figure.

“That is too bad,” you tsk'd, running a finger down his toned bicep, “she’s one lucky girl.”

“I think I’m the lucky one,” he grinned. He leaned down to meet your lips in a kiss. You sighed into it, allowing your body to mold itself so perfectly into his. The taste of beer on his lips and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating - it was home. You immediately allowed him entrance as you felt his tongue glide along your bottom lip. Your body felt small in his strong grip and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit as he gave your ass a firm squeeze. Normally, this type of bold, public display of affection would make you cringe away but at this point you were lost in Chris that you had absolutely no shame. Each time the two of you embraced had always felt like the first. Your heart still fluttered and your knees still got weak, like you were a 16 year old being kissed for the first time.

In the middle of your reunion moment, however, something happened in the game that made the entire bar erupt in boo’s and curses. Chris lifted his lips from yours to look over his shoulder and inspect what he had missed. You laughed and shook your head as you pushed him back towards his friends and took a seat in the bar stool he had been standing behind initially. His large hands found a natural place on your shoulders. While his eyes remained glued on the TV he began applying a moderate amount of pressure to your neck and shoulders. You didn’t realize how much your body craved that touch, his touch, until you immediately melted back into him.

The bartender slid a beer in front of you with a wink and you mouthed your thanks. You felt a twinge in your heart as you looked around, taking in the atmosphere of the bar. This was a typical weekend night for the two of you whenever you were living together. Football, drinks, pub food, and friends. If it wasn’t this pub it was your living room, just a couple blocks away. You didn’t even mind that it was your first night back and you weren’t alone, spending it immediately wrapped up in your satin sheets. The atmosphere, the people - it was so warm and familiar that you really wouldn’t rather be doing anything else. Plus, being wrapped up together in the sheets was sure to follow.

“I missed you,” hummed a pair of lips as they placed a kiss on the shell of your ear. A shiver shot down your spine at the sensation of his warm breath fanning over your neck. You reached up a hand and connected it to the nape of his neck.

“I missed you too,” you replied, turning your head to plant a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

His arms changed position as he wrapped them in front of your shoulders and crossed them, resting his chin on the top of your head. Your hand absentmindedly rubbed his forearms as you nursed your beer and placed your focus onto the game for the first time tonight.

The laughter seemed to escape from your chest naturally and effortlessly the entire night, as it always had a habit of doing when Chris was around. The camaraderie between him and his buddies during a game was something you’d grown to enjoy over the years. Chris’ competitive nature and the way his jaw clenched when something wasn’t going the way he wanted was always kinda...hot. All of his friends were huge assholes, but in the best way. It was always entertaining to hear them jab at each other and do what they could to rile someone up. They were the life of every party you had ever attended and they had a way of making a boring night a lot more interesting.

Thankfully (for the integrity of the bar) the Pats won the game with a surprise touchdown in the last 30 seconds of the game. Chris, being the guy he is, bought a final round for his friends and a nearby group they had been going back and forth with all night. You couldn’t help but laugh as he drunkenly leaned across the counter and slurred his order to the bartender.

“I need a round for m’friends and for these assholes over here who thought Tom Brady was anything but a winner!” the group started yelling in protest and he simply waved them off and started sliding beers down the bar.

The group eventually moved to a bigger round top so everyone could shoot the shit and banter about the outcome of the game. You were tucked into Chris’ side, hands intertwined as he was passionately discussing the importance of Brady’s legacy with a stranger who made the mistake of stopping to talk to him. Your eyes followed the motion of your thumb as it traced small circles onto the back of his. Your other hand under your chin, holding up the weight of your head as your exhaustion started to catch up with you. Chris, although slightly drunk, picked up on your body language and raised your hand to his lips for a kiss.

“Alright, fellas,” he said as he stood up from his seat, pulling you up with him, “the lady and I are gonna call it a night. See you boys next weekend”.

“Chris, we don’t have to go,” you began to protest as he tucked his jacket around your shoulders.

“Mm, ‘course we do,” he replied with a soft smile, “you’re so tired, baby. I can see it in those beautiful eyes”.

You could feel your cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you rolled your eyes at his attempt at laying it on thick. After what felt like a proper 10 minute goodbye session, the group said their final goodbyes, hugs included, and you walked out of the pub hand in hand.

The walk home was filled with the sounds of cars passing by and conversation of what each other had missed in the week prior. Small talk typically felt like such a chore, but with Chris every conversation came naturally. Even when he had absolutely no idea what you were talking about, he would listen intently and ask all the questions as if it was the most interesting conversation in the world.

The lock on the apartment door clicked as you pushed it open and entered. You smiled as you stopped into the middle of the living room, taking in the home you missed so dearly. A soft tapping of toenails against the hardwood made your heart soar as you met the eyes of your sweet pup, Dodger. A squeal left your lips as you squatted down to give love to the sweet boy. Chris always made fun of you when you came home, saying that you always seemed to miss Dodger more than you did him and I mean, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that statement.

Once again lost in your own world, you didn’t even notice Chris leaned up against the wall watching you with a smile.

“Oh my god,” you gushed, standing up, “do you like...like me or something?”

Chris grinned as he crossed the room and caught your belt loop with his finger, pulling you into him slowly.

“Yeah,” his voice had dropped down an octave, “you could say that”.

“Mm,” your tongue swiped across your lower lip and you wrapped your arms around his neck, “care to show me how much?”

The look in his eyes made your core burn. The tension building between you two became too much to handle as you crashed your lips into his. The kisses were messy and you could feel the sense of urgency between you two. His beard scratched against the column of your throat with a delicious burn as he left wet kisses across your jaw and down the side of your neck. Chris’ hands found their way back into the ass pockets of your jeans as he started walking you back towards the direction of the bedroom.

Soon, there was a trail of clothes leading to your bedroom and you felt very sorry for your neighbors. It had been a long time, but Chris always had a way of welcoming you home.

#eeeeeeee #i love soft drunk boston frat chris so much it pains me #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans headcanons #chris evans imagines #chris evans fic #chris evans fluff #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #chris evans/reader #chris evans/you #fluff #imagines #headcanons

[autisticburnham]

Doctor Bashir, I Presume?

I've been putting off this episode bc I have a bunch of library books to read, not bc I'm scared to watch it after getting my diagnosis. Totally

Leeta, I love you

Rom, I love you

Heeeeelllllloooooo Leeta

Leeta, baby, you can ask him out

Quark, that's a disgusting comment to make to anyone, but especially since we know she's studying sociology just for fun

Ugh, Zimmerman

It's a wonder the doctor turned out as well as he did with this fuck as a personality base

Speaking of whom, btw, @ Picard or Lower Decks, can a get a name for him please?

Honey, the original EMH program will be replaced by the time Voyager's even able to talk to the Alpha Quadrant

I know the Federation is supposed to be idyllic and all, but it's horrific negligence if they don't train doctors to work with abuse victims. There's absolutely no excuse for Zimmerman to invite Julian's parents to the station after a reaction like that

The LMH is a bitch. And no offense to Siddig, but it's way less charming on him

Jadzia, honey, he absolutely did harrass you

I love that they imply Morn is so talkative and yet he's evidently got nothing to say on Julian

Miles, idiot, tell your friends you love them

Those fanartists that draw Bajorans with big mouse like ears are so right. Leeta would be adorable and so expressive with them

LOVE the implication that Rom needs to tune his ear like a radio to hear certain things

I hate how Zimmerman looks at Leeta

Hate this

He's so uncomfortable

He's clearly just shutting down

Benjamin, I love you, but this the second time in a season when one of your employees is very obviously under emotional duress bc of the presence of their parents. How are you not noticing this shit?

Don't fucking call him Jules

He reaches for Amsha's hand so mechanically, it's clearly just something that's been drilled into him that he's supposed to do

Dax, aren't you supposed to be a people person? Why are you all smiles rn?

At least she puts an emphasis on Julian's name when she says it. Maybe she thinks he's just uncomfortable bc they're deadnaming him and it doesn't go deeper than that?

Considering what we've seen of Zimmerman combined with the EMH's behavior, this offer seems much more like he's trying to isolate Leeta from her support group and make her feel like she owes him rather than genuinely trying to help her

He has no fucking reason to trust you, bastard

IT WAS YOUR FUCKING DECISION TO MODIFY HIM! DON'T ACT LIKE YOUR POTENTIAL PRISON SENTENC MAKES YOU A VICTIM

Chase Masterson, I love you

I see the acting choices that make people read Amsha as being just as much a victim of Richard as Julian is, but considering the way she talks about Julian pre engineering, she's absolutely an Autism Mom. She may have hurt Julian in different ways than Richard, but she absolutely hurt him. And of course that doesn't change the fact that she may be a victim too, but she's nowhere near as innocent as people portray her

Fucking idiots

Of course he's not less human, he never was. The problem is that you treated him like he was before the """"enhancements""""

Is that a bird feeder on Julian's desk?

Jesus, this scene hurts so much

Why don't Federation schools have programs to help intellectually disabled students that would have noticed and help him?

At least the Federation doesn't consider Julian's Ambigious DisorderTM a "serious birth defect" that justifies genetic encoding. Although the ambiguity of that rule is still very uncomfortably eugenicist

Wishing he had accommodations for his disability instead of abusive parents who would rather rewrite his DNA than accept him as he was doesn't make him "spoiled"

Gross that the writing lowkey implies that their crime was robbing Julian of the potential to "get better" on his own and "not giving him a chance" rather than just the pure ableism and eugenicsm of doing that to any disability person, regardless of their ability to mask

Bitch, forcibly changing everything about him to fit the mold you wanted isn't love. And I don't care how much it "hurt you to see him struggling," I promise you it hurt him more to know that his parents thought he was worthless. It's so fucking disgusting how much media about disabled people focuses on the "burden" the disabled person is to their family rather than how much their family hurts them by constantly making them feel unwanted

And it works too! He hugs her! He thinks his existence was more of a problem than they way they treated him!

Fucking gross that the reason genetic engineering is outlawed is bc of the fear of there being another Khan rather than eugenics just being fucking wrong! I hate this goddamn episode and I hate how Star Trek treats disability!

Also, prisons should be obsolete in the Federation, but they somehow found a way to make that the less upsetting thing here

Disgusting that he forgives them!

Someone make a Short King Anthem amv for Rom!

I'm sorry Miles, how did you just pronounce "patronize"?

I know the darts scene is just supposed to be a meaningless funny bit at the end of the episode, but it's what! They! Should! Do! Provide accommodations for people with different ability levels!!!! Don't treat them like they're lesser or fucking restructure their DNA! Just give them a different starting point that evens things out!!!

Gross when Miles O'Brien does a better job at understanding the moral of the episode than the writers do!

Thank god for Rom and Leeta, otherwise this episode would be unwatchable. 1/10

#ds9 #my post #ds9 rewatch

[eponymous-rose]

Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E76-77 (September 10, 2019)

Our guests tonight: the twins! Laura Bailey and Liam O’Brien!

Announcements: The next episode of Between the Sheets will feature Felicia Day, and will air Monday, September 16th at 7 PM Pacific! Reminder: no CR this week (Matt’s off in Stockholm), and no Talks Machina following that! In place of Talks will be a livestream in which a tavernkeeper character that will appear in the animated series will be designed with the community (there’s a poll on the website)!

Episodes 76 and 77: Refjorged and A Tangled Web

Brian: “I was trying to harmonize, but there was no melody.”

Stats for this week’s (these weeks’?) episode(s): “bread” was mentioned 52 times. Episode 76 had the 300th natural one of campaign 2, and the 100th Message spell was cast. Ten days passed between Caleb’s talks with the Scourger. Jester cast Sending nine times. 14 DM facepalms, tying the record!

Changes with the new character art? Everyone bounced ideas back and forth several times. Laura: “Liam made fun of me because I took the longest.” She wanted her to look more and more like the Traveler, “like a Traveler cosplay”, and she wanted her clothes to reflect her growth recently. Caleb’s dirt was “a hiding mechanism, and that’s exposed, so it’s gone”. He was going for “frazzled” in the first one, and then more “grim” in the second. Brian: “A surprising character choice.”

Laura and Liam start replying to questions in character as dolls.

Jester’s not expressing her darker feelings to the group “mostly because I’m not aware that it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Caleb isn’t sure that Essik trusts him in the first place, and he doesn’t really trust Essik either. “I do think that Essik maybe likes the cut of my jib.” He thinks Essik may be trying to get him under his thumb, and he thinks he might potentially be a mole. Laura: “Wouldn’t it be so great, though, if Essik just wanted a friend?”

From Jester’s perspective, the Traveler’s followers can’t be a cult because he’s actually a god.

Caleb feels like they’re smart enough to stay ahead of whatever Essik might be planning, and he thinks they can play all sides (in a positive way). “They can meet the needs of the different people that they’re dealing with. He’s trying to actually broker some sort of a peace.”

Essik telling Jester there was nothing he wanted to learn from her definitely hurt her feelings, even though she wanted to hide that. “She doesn’t know who she is right now. That’s starting to register in her brain.”

Cosplay of the Week: an amazing Yasha! (on Twitter: Jobieleecos, photographer Topheroriel)

Caleb has been thinking about the Scourgers for years, wondering. “He didn’t spend time with the full-blown Scourgers as a student, he was on his way to being one.” He was curious about what kind of state someone would be in, knowing what he’d been through. He wanted to know if anyone who’d gone through that would be a lost cause, and he wanted a sense of what Astrid and Eodwulf might be like now. “He understands that he was manipulated. He still has lots of personal blame, but he understands that he was abused. If he has any hope for himself, he has to offer the same hope to her. To any of them.” Caleb would be quicker to absolve Yasha than he would himself. 

Jester fully believes that the Gentleman is her dad, and she “fully knows” that he doesn’t care, but she thinks she can convince him otherwise, and she’s “not about to let everybody else know that there’s somebody out there that is shitting on her a bit. She doesn’t want to admit that.”

There’s an unfortunate and very giffable interlude into an exercise program. Liam: “Can’t wait until my kids are teenagers and find this show.”

Caleb has a lot more confidence about facing his past. “Absolutely. He has very powerful friends, and they’re in the pocket of a queen. They have a lot of assets now, and he’s learned a lot and can do a lot more than he was able to.”

Laura does think it’s weird that nobody else can see the Traveler, “because he’s so very there.” Dani: “He’s, like, all up in your grill.” Laura wonders what Commune would do for the Traveler, since Jester can just sit down and talk to him anytime.

Fan Art of the Week: a flowered and broken Fjord! (on Twitter: Kingcael)

Caleb made himself and not anyone else in the M9 look like Trent during the Seeming, partly because he didn’t want to look him in the eyes and partly because it made sense to cast himself as “enemy number one”.

Jester’s been acting a bit more like the mom friend, because “her example for people that help, outside of the Traveler, is her mom, and so she tries to emulate that.”

Jester thinks Traveler Con is going to be a “really awesome celebration, where probably the Traveler will ask her to host a few panels, maybe there will be a rave, I don’t know. We’re still figuring it out.” Liam’s just picturing it as Burning Man with more green cloaks.

Talks exclusive: Brian was Frumpkin all along????

Being the one to scry on Yasha is really hard on Jester. “It’s hard to be the one that everyone relies on to be the messenger.” Laura enjoys it, but it’s a lot of pressure.

“Jester does feel like she’s doing a pretty lousy job of getting more followers.” Laura’s “had some talks with Travis” about picking the Wildmother. “The Traveler would have been a GREAT patron for a warlock.”

Dalen’s Closet Questions! (SPOILERS FOR CAMPAIGN ONE!!!!)

Stats! Vex is the only member of VM to get a HDYWTDT on both Sylas and Delilah. Grog called Derrig four names other than his own (including Dmitri).

Liam knew in advance that Sam intended to use his Wish on Vax, and he was glad to have a chance to think about it ahead of time. “I would have been freaked the fuck out if he had just sprung that on me.” Sam checked in with both Matt and Liam. Liam felt like he was coming in as an NPC.

Laura feels “fuckin’ awesome” about being responsible for both Briarwoods’ deaths.

The bone on Vax’s shoulder was supposed to be a physical manifestation of the tattoo he got of Keyleth’s antlers. “He is in a metaphysical mystery box.” From Vax’s perspective, time could have been passing differently. “He’s not just in Connecticut, he’s dead.” Laura points out that it was a lot harder “for him not to be just Vax. Nothing we said, nothing we could do, would change that. You can’t have that back.” Liam: “All of their decisions, but especially his decisions, had to have costs.”

Laura mentions that she feels like this was probably the last VM one-shot; it felt like a solid ending.

From the get-go, Vex was worrying about Vesper more than anything. “In no way did she want to say that out loud to Sylas.”

Liam: “I could accept everybody dying except for Vex.” Laura wonders if Vax would’ve left the Raven Queen if that had happened. Liam won’t speculate.

More Derrig info? Liam shares the names of his wife and kids.

Both Sam and Marisha thought they were Taliesin’s best man, and Sam had a speech written for Percy instead of Vex and had to rewrite it really fast. Laura: “Prior to the show, it fully felt like we were getting ready for a real wedding.” Laura thought ahead of time about what to say vow-wise, but didn’t write it down. “When it was time for it, I almost fully blanked on what I was supposed to be saying.”

Laura: “We’re twins every day, Liam!”

#critical role #critical role spoilers #long text post #talks machina #talks machina spoilers #cr1 spoilers

[carmenlire]

Meet Me in the Stacks Ch. 3

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As soon as Yoongi hears the overhead announcement that the library is officially closed, he’s shutting down his computer at the reference desk and heading towards the back to grab his things. It’s one of the last Sundays of the season that they’re open and he’s eager to enjoy the end of his weekend before coming back to work for another six straight days.

He passes by Taehyung who’d been assigned to the computer area for today’s shift and winces a little as he sees his coworker helping three different people print while trying to hurry them along as quickly and subtly as possible.

When Yoongi gets to their workroom, Jin and Jimin are already packed up and ready to head out.

“Is Namjoon at the restaurant already?”

Jimin laughs as he types something on his phone. “Of course. He rode his bike there and already put in his name for a table. We should be seated as soon as we get there. Hobi-hyung just drove straight to the restaurant on his way back into town so he'll be there, too.”

Groaning, Yoongi makes sure he has his wallet and keys before shuffling over to the door. “Thank God. I’m hungry and need to vent.”

“Ah, Yoongi-chi, what pissed you off today?”

Grumbling as he opens the door and still sees Taehyung helping the last patron, Yoongi just mutters, “I’ll tell everyone later.”

Jin and Jimin hum in understanding, knowing that they never talk shit about patrons when they’re at work and can be overheard.

The three of them leave through the staff entrance at the back, Jimin making eye contact with Tae to make sure he knows where they’ll be waiting, and Yoongi squints at the bright early evening sunshine.

It’s a little past five o’clock but it’s still warm. Yoongi feels a little like a bat or a particularly grubby mole as his eyes literally burn at the brightness.

Jimin sees his suffering and has the audacity to laugh. “Hyung, you should get out more, enjoy the fresh air. You look like a baby vampire.”

Yoongi snorts. “Fuck off, Jimin,” he retorts absently.

Thankfully, it’s not too much more before Taehyung comes tumbling out of the staff entrance.

“Oh my God,” he whispers, looking like he’d just stared death in the face. “I didn’t think I’d ever make it out of there.”

Everyone laughs in commiseration at their friend’s dramatics. “We were losing hope too,” Jin snickers before patting him on the shoulder. “But you’re free now and Yoongi’s about to start eating his foot so let's get to the restaurant.”

They decide to walk since it’s such a nice day and not for the first time, Yoongi begrudgingly admits that he really does love living in a small town where everything is within walking distance. The library is just a few blocks from Main Street, closer to the school, and Main Street is chock full of small businesses-- everything from a coffee shop to the soap store that he spends way too much at every time he visits to a world-famous toy store that makes their little corner of the world especially hectic during the Holidays.

There are a dozen restaurants, each with their own specialty, and Yoongi is glad that Namjoon had chosen the barbeque place for his week’s pick. The six of them go out every Sunday evening for what they’ve taken to calling family dinners and while he’ll never admit it aloud, Yoongi loves this little tradition of theirs.

It’s a pleasant walk, less than fifteen minutes, and Namjoon’s bike is clearly visible near the front. When everyone walks in, they see Hoseok and Namjoon at their favorite table in the corner. A messy few minutes later as everyone settles, and Yoongi breathes a sigh of relief at sitting down and being off the clock and away from hell, at least for the next fifteen hours.

“So,” Taehyung starts, skimming over a menu he could probably recite at this point. “How was your weekend, Hoseok-hyung?”

Hoseok grins, taking a sip of his coke that he must’ve ordered before everyone else arrived. “It was wonderful, Tae-ah. I’m glad I put in for this weekend off. Going back home was fun, especially since the weather was so nice, and my mom sent me back with enough food to feed an army.”

“Well, we know where to stop by for dinner this week, don’t we,” Jimin asks and Hoseok groans good-naturedly.

“I’m glad you had a good time, even if you left the rest of us to suffer in your stead,” Taehyung says solemnly and Namjoon snorts.

“What happened this afternoon, Tae? I know Yoongi texted me last night about how awful things were at closing yesterday but you look, no offense, a little wrung out.”

Yoongi interjects before Taehyung can reply. “You act like you don’t remember how Saturdays used to be. If we’re not dead then it’s Bedlam. Just because you’re management now doesn’t mean you should be so impervious to the plights of your staff. After all, if it weren’t for us common librarians--”

Everyone, including Namjoon, groans at the familiar spiel. “Stop bullshitting, hyung. Did I not cover the desk all week with you last month when Jin took off and we were short staffed in the evenings? And did I not have to calm down Cerano when he almost went nuclear at the prospect of, God forbid, having to pay for his 132 single-sided color prints?”

Grumbling, Yoongi just rolls his eyes. “At least you didn’t get hit on by a woman looking old enough to be your grandmother yesterday. And I couldn’t very well offend her delicate sensibilities and tell her I was gay as fuck, so I just had to smile as she had the audacity to pinch my cheeks and call me a goddamn dumpling. When I tell you that I’m entitled to financial compensation--”

“The union pays a fair wage, you know,” Jimin breaks in mildly and Yoongi just glares at the flagrant disrespect.

Before things can get any more out of hand, though, Namjoon calms everyone down. “Well, it’s good to know that the building’s still standing and that my department is making me proud even when I’m not there.”

Everyone scoffs and as the topic turns to talking about potential plans for the group to go on a weekend trip together over the summer, Yoongi reflects that he’s really quite glad he took this job in a small town a few years ago.

Yoongi hadn’t always known what he wanted to do. He’d majored in history in college-- minoring in a few other areas that caught his interest-- but knew he didn’t have the patience to pursue his Ph.D. and become a professor. He’d always had fond memories of his own library back home, though, of reading any book he could get his hands on, of his mom taking him every week when he was still young enough to participate in children’s programs.

As graduation had started looming, Yoongi had applied for an internship at a research library and had fallen in love. He loved learning and helping others find what they wanted made him feel good, like he was making a difference, even if it was such a small one. As soon as his last semester had began and his internship had wrapped up for the summer, he’d started applying for Masters programs in Library Science and had learned very quickly that there is a lot that goes into making libraries run smoothly and stay relevant to the masses.

He’d been roommates with Seokjin and Namjoon during college and while he’d wandered from library to library for a few years, trying different types of institutions to see what fit and what didn't, his old roommates had started as entry level librarians in a small town a couple of hours away from university.

The three of them had stayed in touch and Yoongi had treated them to a celebratory dinner whenever Namjoon was promoted to first assistant manager and then manager of the adult services department. Seokjin, for his part, was content enough in his role, tending to his collections and away from the pressure of dealing with the director directly and having to make all those big grand strategic plans for their department and library at large.

Namjoon thrived in his new role and when he’d reached out to Yoongi, let him know that someone was retiring and they’d have a spot open, Yoongi hadn’t hesitated to apply.

His best friend hadn’t been part of the interview committee and all around, that made things easier. He’d been offered the job the next day, started within a month, and had quickly found himself surrounded by idiots.

He loved it.

Yoongi’s been at the library for a few years now and while the whole department is full of dumbasses, they have the highest circulation of any neighboring library and Namjoon keeps them all in line with firm but fluid leadership.

Moving to a new town is always nerve wracking but Yoongi likes to think that he’s settled into things. He had Namjoon and Seokjin but his other coworkers in the department became fast friends, welcoming him with open arms. Of course, he’d heard stories about Hobi and Jimin and Taehyung-- but they had heard stories too and they had seemed to be friends almost before he even started his new position.

All in all, things were good. Yoongi didn’t absolutely hate his job, he had good friends, and he lived in a quiet neighbourhood with a bustling town life that he rarely participated in but knew he could if he did.

Yoongi’s thoughts break off as he hears Jimin’s peel of laughter. Tuning back into the conversation, he hears Hoseok exclaim, “You should see the way Yoongi turns red whenever he comes up to the desk. I thought his ears were gonna catch fire the last time he helped him.”

Glaring, Yoongi demands, “What the hell are you cretins talking about now?”

It’s Namjoon who laughs. “Everyone was filling me in on your admirer. I can’t believe you’ve had to tell him where the computers are six times and you haven’t lost your patience yet. It must be love,” he teases with a grin and Yoongi plots murder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Joon-ah,” he says stiffly and resolutely ignores the fact that it’s getting a little warm in the restaurant.

Thankfully, everyone simmers down as the waitress comes by with drinks-- Hoseok and Namjoon ordered for everyone while they were waiting-- and it’s time to order food.

That only eats up so much time though and soon enough, Yoongi’s back in the hot seat and cursing his existence for moving here and landing himself with a bunch of idiots.

“So hyung,” Taehyung starts with a wide smile. “Have you gotten Jungkook’s number yet?”

Yoongi just narrows his eyes. “How do you know his name?”

Taehyung waves the question away. “Oh, we’re getting to be friends,” he answers airily.

Jimin giggles and it’s a little concerning how devious it sounds. “Sometimes he comes in and you’re not there so we got to talking one day when Taehyungie and I were at the desk together. He really is cute, isn’t he?”

Feeling like he’s chewing glass, Yoongi grits out, “I guess if you’re into that kind of thing.”

“And are you into that,” Hoseok asks with an infuriating smirk. “You know, tall and toned and with those tattoos--”

“The way his hair falls into his eyes,” Jin adds dreamily. “The way he dresses like he wants to tell you to fuck off but then he speaks and he’s the cutest, most polite thing you ever saw--”

Yoongi tries to keep from smiling but sees from the way Namjoon’s eyes sharpen as he watches him and knows he’s not being as subtle as he’d like. Knowing that he has to say something, all Yoongi can manage is, “So maybe I think he’s attractive. That doesn’t mean anything’s going to happen.”

“And why not,” Jimin asks, genuinely curious. “You like him, he likes you--”

“How on earth can you know that,” Yoongi cuts in flatly. “He’s never done anything to show he’s interested in me as more than the librarian who knows where the copier is.”

He’s stunned when the entire table groans in unison.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Hoseok asks, looking a little put-out. “As if Jungkook doesn’t make a beeline towards you whenever he comes to the library.”

“Like he doesn’t know exactly where everything is by now and like he isn’t a reasonably well-adjusted adult who could figure things out by himself but still asks you for help just so he can bask in your grumpy little gremlin presence for a few minutes--”

“Wait what,” Yoongi breaks in, shocked. “What do you mean he knows where everything is? Every time he comes in, he needs directions.”

“Yeah, from you,” Seokjin says pointedly.

“If he doesn’t see you at the reference desk, he doesn’t even look at us,” Taehyung adds. “At least before I introduced myself and pulled him into a conversation. The most we ever got from him was a wave and a little smile.”

From his periphery, Yoongi sees Namjoon open his mouth and he closes his eyes in defeat, knows that his friend is about to put the final nail in the coffin that has been Yoongi’s frankly impressive ability to downplay his feelings and any hope that they might be reciprocated.

He’s right.

Namjoon looks sheepish as he adds his two cents. “If this is who I think we’re talking about, I’ve seen him around.”

Looking intrigued, Hoseok prompts, “Do tell.”

With a wary glance in Yoongi’s direction, like Namjoon is afraid he’ll just lunge across the table to shut him up, Namjoon explains, “I was walking back from a managers meeting and saw someone in the New Nonfiction section? He was a little distracted looking at the cover of a book and someone bumped into him. He was admittedly pretty hot so I wasn’t running back to my office like I usually am--”

Jin snorts but Namjoon merely plods on, neck a little warm, “Anyway, I heard the patron who bumped into him ask if he knew where the scanner was and Jungkook told them. I was ready to step in but he had it handled. A few minutes later after I talked to Jimin-ah at the computer desk, I looked up and he was actually helping the old woman scan her papers.”

Nodding along like it confirms everything they’ve been saying, Hoseok looks smug. “He’s not only a gentlemen but he knows how to use technology.”

Jin stabs into his starter salad that's just been placed in front of him before pointing his fork with a cherry tomato hanging off the end at Yoongi. “Snap him up before someone else does, Yoongi-chi.”

Taeyhung laughs. “Yeah, you know Jimin and I are always looking--”

“Shut up,” Yoongi pleads quietly as he brings a hand up to his temple. “What the fuck,” he mutters to himself, wondering what Jungkook’s aim is here.

“Isn’t it obvious, hyung,” Namjoon asks, making Yoongi realize he must’ve spoken aloud. “He’s trying to woo you.”

With an unattractive snort, Jin tacks on, “I know it might be hard to believe, but some people think you’re cute.”

Yoongi blinks but Jin doesn’t let him say anything before his tone turns philosophically wry and he’s continuing, “Some people really like the grump look. Admittedly, I didn’t think odds were on that you’d find someone at work when all you do is glare at your computer screen mutinously and whisper under your breath about running away to a fishing village in Florida but here we are and Jungkook seems like a nice enough guy, albeit one who makes me worry about his taste in men, if he likes them so prickly--”

“Oh but hyung,” Taehyung breaks in mischievously, “Have you really seen Yoongi with Jungkook? He turns into a little kitten, I swear--”

“Yah, I’m still your hyung, you brat,” Yoongi interrupts darkly. “Would it kill you to show a little respect?”

“But he’s right, Yoongi.” Jimin would almost look apologetic if it wasn’t for the devilish gleam in his eye. “I’ve seen you stutter when Jungkook asks you a question and as soon as you see him, your whole face lights up. Granted, I don’t think most people would be able to notice but your dourness is only, like at a one out of ten instead of off the charts. He even makes you smile when he’s being adorably awkward, too.”

“Too,” Yoongi repeats, squinting a little.

Taehyung nods solemnly. “You’re a mess around him, Yoongi-hyung.”

“A match made in heaven then,” Hoseok crows and the rest of the table laughs.

Yoongi’s just trying to stop his thoughts from spinning out of control at the fount of information that just dumped all over him. Deciding he needs a quick break to get himself under control, he moves his chair back, merely offering, "I need to go to the restroom," when Jimin looks at him in question.

The group waves him on, having a merry time, and Yoongi rolls his eyes even as he huffs out a fond laugh at their antics, even if they're at his expense.

They come to this restaurant at least once a month-- they all love barbecue a little too much-- and Yoongi's sliding around tables and heading towards the restrooms near the front of the building. He spends a few minutes at the sink, and when he looks at himself in the mirror, he winces seeing that his face definitely didn't hide his reactions to all the ribbing about Jungkook.

He collects himself and feels better as he washes his hands and goes to head back to the table. Swinging open the door, he's passing the hostess stand when he hears someone call out his name. "Yoongi?"

Looking over, Yoongi freezes when he meets Jungkook's eyes. Out of everyone in town, Yoongi despairs, he just just had to run into his crush when he'd just gotten himself back under control. He only hopes that none of his friends are looking over or he'll never hear the end of it.

"Hi, Jungkook," He greets warmly. Not seeing anyone obviously with him, Yoongi asks, "Are you eating alone?"

He's all set to ask Jungkook if he'd like to join him and his friends-- and he knows, he knows, that his friends will have way too much to say if he brings him back to his table but there's a little voice in his head that points out that Jungkook seems pretty new in town and if he's eating out at a restaurant alone, he might like some company and apparently, Jungkook is already friends or at least friendly with the devil twins and it might not even be so bad to eat with Jungkook, to see how he acts with the most important people in Yoongi's life, that he'd love to spend more time with him outside of the library-- but all of his rambling internal wishes are for naught when Jungkook just smiles sheepishly and nods towards where the hostess is walking towards them with a bag.

"I'm just picking up takeout, don't worry."

Yoongi nods, thinking of what he can say to add to the conversation before the silence grows too long and awkward between them. "This is one of the best restaurants in town. Even their takeout is amazing."

Jungkook grins and reaches out for the bag the hostess holds, murmuring his thanks before he turns fully to Yoongi. "I might have a serious weakness for their lamb skewers. I come here like, twice a week at least," he admits with a little laugh and Yoongi doesn't know why, but he's endeared.

"That's what I usually get," Yoongi says and watches Jungkook's eyes light up.

"Really, Yoongi-ssi?" Yoongi nods, feels his face get warmer which is infuriating since he had just cooled down but Jungkook suddenly looks a little nervous as he bites his lip. Finally, looking at Yoongi a little shyly, Jungkook says, "Maybe one of these days we could get lamb skewers together?"

Before Yoongi even has a chance to respond, Jungkook's eyes are widening and he's almost backtracking. "I know that we don't really talk outside of the library and that even when we do, you're always helping me but I thought it might be nice to talk-- outside of your work, sometime. If you wanted to, of course! I don't mean to put you on the spot and I know it must be awkward to have to tell someone who sees you at your work no but please feel free to if you don't want to--"

"Jungkook-ah," Yoongi finally breaks in just for Jungkook to obviously cut himself off and take a deep breath. "I'd like that."

"Yeah," Jungkook asks, hopeful, eyes wide and the hint of a smile curling on his mouth.

Yoongi had mostly talked before he'd let himself think but it's not like this isn't what his friends were just hinting at. He's still loathe to get his hopes up but if this is Jungkook making a move or trying to be friends, then Yoongi definitely doesn't want to discourage that. And while he knows he's a flustered mess, he'd really like to hang out with Jungkook more, especially outside of work. "Yeah," he confirms with a smile of his own, tentative and small, just to watch Jungkook grin.

It's almost blinding. Yoongi loves it.

"Great," Jungkook says. "We'll definitely do that then."

Yoongi can't think of anything to say besides repeating Jungkook again. "Great," he says, abashed and drops his eyes to stare at Jungkook's combat boots.

Looking down, he doesn't see the way Jungkook's gaze softens, turns into something gentler and unforgivably enamored.

It's silent between them for a moment and Yoongi's used up all of his brainpower to get this far so it's a little startling when Jungkook suddenly shifts and lifts his bag a little, apologetic. "It was really great running into you, Yoongi-ssi but I should probably get going before my food gets cold. I'll see you soon?"

Nodding along to whatever Jungkook was saying, Yoongi blinks a little before offering, "Hyung."

Jungkook tilts his head a little, confused, and Yoongi takes a breath. "You can call me hyung. If you want."

This time it's Jungkook's turn to look away, flustered and happy, but he's meeting Yoongi's eyes again a split second later. "Okay, then. Hyung. I'll see you later?"

"Okay, Jungkook-ah. I'll see you later. It was nice running into you like this."

Jungkook waves with his free hand, smile bright as he steps toward the door. "Bye, hyung!"

Yoongi watches him stride past the big window and sighs a little to himself. He doesn't really know what the last five minutes were but he's happy and a little nervous but definitely feeling good.

Knowing that his friends will probably start looking for him soon, he take a deep breath, wills the blush he just knows is high on his cheeks to fade, and walks back to their table.

Everyone smiles at his return and he takes his seat quietly, listening to Hoseok update everyone on how his parents are and what he did this weekend back in his hometown. He's not really paying attention to the conversation though, too wrapped up in what just happened with Jungkook and if it means what he really wants it to mean and how it might connect to what his friends had been telling him before he'd left the table.

There's a pause in the conversation as the waitress brings their meals out and Yoongi debates with himself on bringing Jungkook back up but he wants to be sure, can’t quite stop the hope from sparking but before it starts raging out of control. He just needs one last bit of reassurance.

Taking a deep breath, his quiet voice breaks through the pandemonium that’s his friends making fun of him.

“So he really doesn’t need help,” he asks, out of nowhere, trying to pretend the answer isn’t important to him, like he’s not hinging on his friends’ next words. “He only singles me out?”

Jin’s eyes soften as he looks at him and Yoongi feels both put on the spot but comforted as one of his oldest friends just nods softly. “I’m telling you, Yoongi-yah, Jungkook is at least interested in you.”

“Definitely,” Jimin confirms nodding earnestly. “Did you know that he’s had his office printer set-up for weeks now but still comes to the library to work sometimes? But hyung, if he doesn’t see you then he just wanders in the books for a little while before grabbing one and checking out. He really is just coming to the library for you.”

“Maybe you should give him a chance, hyung,” Taehyung encourages and Yoongi smiles despite himself.

His friends really do mean well even if they’re a pain in his ass most of the time.

“I don’t know,” he says, unsure and not bothering to hide it. “What if I do something, or let myself think something means something, and it turns out he’s just a nice guy who’s polite and I read way too much into things?”

It looks like Hoseok is praying for patience but his voice is soft and nothing but supportive and understanding as he replies, “Then you still put yourself out there and that’s something to be proud of. Plus, you’re both so awkward and nice that it wouldn’t ruin anything. You could at least be friends.”

“As your manager,” Namjoon breaks in and Yoongi stiffens a little wondering if this is going to be one of the times when his friend has to be the bad guy. “I don’t see anything wrong with talking to him outside of the library or even asking him on a date. You’re never presumptuous or pushy, hyung. If he even hinted that he wasn’t into you like that, you’d back up and remain professional. I don’t see any issue with you crushing on a patron.”

The rest of the table cheers now that they have their boss’ approval and Yoongi pretends like he doesn’t feel the same relief.

“Whatever,” he finally says when the expectant looks of his friends starts to be a bit much and he feels like he has to speak. “We’ll see what happens but I’m not in any rush to make a fool of myself.”

“Ah hyung,” Jimin says, wrapping an arm around Yoongi’s shoulders, “You’ll be fine. It’s not like Jungkook doesn’t look ready to bookmark your ass as soon as you give the okay.”

Yoongi chokes, reaching for his water, and all of his friends laugh at his flustered face, rapidly turning red. He hates them, he really does.

But then Seokjin pats his shoulder and deftly turns the topic back to work and how he’d almost gotten into a fight with a group of teenagers who’d called him an ancient hag when he’d merely told them to lower their voices a little, and Namjoon looks like he’s seeing his department demerits flash in front of his eyes and everyone’s laughing as the heat is taken off of Yoongi and he decides that this isn’t so bad, after all.

He doesn’t know if anything will come from his conversation with Jungkook tonight, so he decides not to say anything, doesn’t want to give anyone any more fodder against him-- really doesn’t want his friends to get so excited that it makes him hope, too. He’ll see what happens and maybe he won’t try so hard to hide his feelings.

Ignoring a voice that sounds suspiciously like Jimin telling him that he’s already shit at hiding his feelings, Yoongi forgets about crushes and guys who can be both hot and adorable at the same time and enjoys the rest of his family dinner with his friends, thinking about how his life is made up of small moments like these that all string together to make a pretty good existence, all in all.

#my writing #meet me in the stacks #mmits #idk if i've actually posted this on here yet but here we go #better late than never i guess lol #yoonkook fic #yoonkook au

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Jensen Ackles, AU!Michael!Dean, 14x10: Nihilism (and rambling about “range”)

Jensen was so fucking good, don’t even touch me right now, don’t even look at me. I mean, he’s always good, but with this episode, he kicked it in the ASS.

I don’t feel like I have enough WORDS for it. Behind a cut while I prattle on. (None of the gifs used as examples are mine.)

I watched the episode multiple times to see what Jensen was doing as Michael that so wasn’t Dean Winchester, because he was so fascinatingly NOT Dean. I know there are certain style choices that lend themselves to the differences, like his hair being parted on the other (wrong) side and the painstakingly dapper suits and the newsboy cap. Dean Smith (4x17: It’s a Terrible Life) had his hair parted on the wrong side, too. It’s some easy shorthand for “hey, something about this isn’t quite right.” (Like the French cuffs didn’t give it away.)

Demon!Dean was just Dean without the moral center. He was fun to watch, don’t get me wrong, for the brief time we got him. MoC!Dean was actually closer to what I thought Demon!Dean was going to be, so I enjoyed him more. Watching MoC!Dean massacre the Stynes was epic and so satisfying (and tragic I know because of the kid, I’m not like yay murder). As much as I love the real Sam and Dean, and I’m always happy when they get back to who they really are, these dark side digressions are so much fun because we get to see Jared and Jensen show off.

But there’s more to it than that. Jensen has said that his approach to each new script is instinctive (reads the script once or twice and decides what he’s going to do) and Jared is intellectual (reads it multiple times to feel like he’s really soaked it in). But here, I feel, Jensen has made some very deliberate choices. 

First, A Tangent: I watch different Dark Angel vids on Youtube and there’s usually a comment somewhere about how Alec and Dean are basically the same character, or Alec is Young!Dean. They don’t (always) come right out and say, “He can only convincingly play Dean-like characters”, but the implication is there. The two characters have some superficial traits in common, like sarcasm, physical comedy, Jensen’s face (can’t be helped). But even his face doesn’t really come into it once you hit the latter half of S1 because Jensen’s face changed a lot in the interim. His jaw got stronger, his face got broader. So I watched an episode of Dark Angel and immediately watched an episode of Supernatural (1x3: Dead in the Water). @deanscarlett​ helped me figure this out: Alec is out for out for himself, Dean was always out for anything but himself (except when it comes to pleasure-seeking, when he even allows it). Alec has his own psychological trauma (2x11: The Berrisford Agenda) which adds facets to his character’s mercenary pursuits, but once he locks down that perceived weakness (”I’m always alright”), you don’t really see him break down like that again. His programming is strong; he just buries it. But it serves a purpose: Max had written him off as a loss after she saved his life at the expense of not getting a cure to the virus (2x3: Proof of Purchase). It showed her that he wasn’t just a “happy-go-lucky sociopath”, that he had a story like everyone else, and that meant he deserved a shot at redemption. Alec was relatively unburdened (I mean... genetically enhanced master assassin... star torturer in HELL... Dean wins this round, I think) compared to Dean, who’s had ever-increasing weight on his shoulders since “Take your brother outside as fast as you can - don't look back. Now, Dean! GO!” Even young, Dean was never this carefree except maybe in his imagination or as a way to distance himself from others, or when he got really into the “I’m a badass I save people” part of it.

In this scene, Alec (if the character is Jensen’s age) is 23. He’s found a bunch of transgenics that fled from Manticore (the only home they’ve ever known) because of a fire. They’re all children, ranging in age from elementary school to early teens. He’s annoyed because they interrupted his sexy times in a motel. He’s very dismissive of them and spends most of those scenes throwing pieces of popcorn at one of the X7s, who are all small children. Creepy black-eyed hive-minded small children, but small children nonetheless. He makes smart remarks and rolls his eyes while Max tries to get through to the children to let them know that they should absolutely not go back to Manticore if they want to live. In just a few minutes, she takes apart their foundations: You don’t answer to me. You’re not a designation, you’re a person. You have a name now. You have to make your own choices.

“Why would Manticore try to get rid of us?” 

Alec answers:

Compare that to Dean as early as 1x3 Dead in the Water:

Dean doesn’t even talk the same way as Alec (except in the first few episode, while they were still getting used to their characters), and I don’t mean Jensen’s ever-more-gravelly voice, I mean the way he stubbornly pushes his jaw forward and talks out one side of his mouth or through his teeth. He has his mouth slightly open a lot. Sometimes he barely moves his mouth when he talks, speaking as if saying the words mostly to himself. Like 2x20 where Wishverse!Sam says “You slept with my prom date. On prom night.” Dean says, “Yeah that does kinda sound like me” while barely moving his mouth at all. Or in 4x01 where he holds up the empty liquor bottle and asks Bobby, “What, r’yer parents outta town or somethin?” That’s such a mushy line. He has a mush-mouth that’s only made mushier by hunter jargon and Dean’s... idiosyncratic way of speaking. If you weren’t in this fandom, would you know what I full-on Swayze’d that mother even meant? I always think of this (7x21):

(He can speak perfectly clearly when he wants to make a point, or when they’re pretending to be any kind of authority. I always think of the exchange in 5x14: My Bloody Valentine:

SAM: [mock sadness] That's when a dog doesn't eat-- That's when you know something's really wrong.

DEAN: [pokerface] Remarkably patronizing concern. Duly noted.

He can turn it off when he wants to. That Dean’s Master Adapter thing and it’s FUCKING HOT. Oh, I’m a production assistant now? Cool, aced it in a day. Oh, we’re in prison? This is fine, I’m gonna procure cigarettes. LARPing? Sign me the fuck up. Oh, we’re reporters? I can sound like a reporter. I’ve watched thousands of hours of television, I can mimic anyone. I can fake my way through almost anything. We’re in a different town two weeks from now, I can tell people whatever I want.

OH SHIT, DEAN TANGENT INSIDE OF A JENSEN RANGE TANGENT. Quick, make it look intentional!

Anyway, to me, Alec... Dean... not the same character. Going from one to the other was so jarring. For gifsets or edits where you want to show young Dean Winchester, it totally works for that. I mean, it’s Jensen’s face when he was that pre-Supernatural age... except that Jensen didn’t really look like Ridge Canipe or Dylan Everett when he was that age. (I love Dylan Everett. I don’t even care that his eyes are the wrong color.)

But something else Jensen does is put his own mark on roles that he’s given. Tom Hanniger wasn’t supposed to be as sympathetic as he turned out to be, and most people who watched it stated that they wanted someone else to be the bad guy (Axel was looking good for it) so that Tom would be okay. (Sorry if I just spoiled that for you.) Alec wasn’t supposed to be quite so likable, but that’s what Jensen brought to it. Even Kripke said early on that Dean was different on the page than when Jensen got ahold of him. He finds the heart of the character. Imagine if Dean Winchester had been the guy from the pilot this whole time, grossly leering at Jess to make Sam uncomfortable and defensive. 

Remember that Jess first says “Your brother Dean?” with a pleased smile on her face.

DEAN: [instantly leering] Oh, I love the Smurfs. [ogles cleavage] You know, I gotta tell you. [steps too close] You are completely out of my brother's league. [suggestive grin]

JESS: [smile fading, clearly uncomfortable] Just let me put something on.

[JESS turns to go. DEAN's voice stops her.]

DEAN: [isn’t discouraged by her discomfort] No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. [another leer] Seriously.

When I first watched that, I thought: “Pussyhound with control issues? That’s your brother’s girl, don’t be skeevy.”

But before long, you realize what it was: Contempt. He wasn’t interested in Jess. “I’m going to make you feel very unwelcome because who the hell invited YOU?” It’s very possessive.

Think about that first scene with Dean after “Easy, tiger!” and then Dean a mere 9 episodes later, in “Home”, trying to get through to John because he’s scared, his voice breaking, his eyes filling up. During that first scene, would you have predicted something like that? "My heart’s gonna break for this bossy bad boy creep.” In fact, by the third episode of the series, it has. Sam tries to make a note of it and gets shut down by Dean right away. "I’ll show you a little, but that’s all. Don’t test me.”

DEAN: You're scared. It's okay. I understand. See, when I was your age, I saw something real bad happen to my mom, and I was scared, too. I didn't feel like talking, just like you. But see, my mom—I know she wanted me to be brave. I think about that every day. And I do my best to be brave. And maybe, your dad wants you to be brave too.

Later:

DEAN: Oh God, we're not gonna have to hug or anything, are we?

It’s not until 2x20: What is and What Should Never Be where you see how Dean feels about Jess now that he understands how important she was to Sam: He hug-tackles her from out of frame, and if she never died... There were more layers of Dean revealed in that episode than Alec got his entire season. (Don’t even get me started on that episode, I’ll just start crying and I’m already so off course with this post.) 

Jensen took this role and made it as iconic as it is. He protects it.

I’m not saying another actor couldn’t have also “sold” that role and made it their own. What I am saying is, I don’t think that another actor would be playing the everloving fuck out of that role -- with all its twists and turns, advances and setbacks -- 14 years later with seemingly as much passion (if not more) than when they started.

But Jensen didn’t leave Dean in that swaggering, cocky, Han Solo place. He deepened the character, added layers, he shows us the cracks and the flaws. The show would NOT have lasted 14 seasons without these two actors. God, I only watch it to see what’s happening to them and see the ways they found to challenge themselves in otherwise unremarkable episodes. It’s like a troubled relationship where you’re like “No, I’m not watching it again ever” and then it texts you at 3am with “wyd” and suddenly you’re playing an episode and wondering about your life. 

I went into that long-ass, rambling, what-even-are-you-talking-about tangent to set you up for this:

Nihilism was NOT an unremarkable episode.

This is not like any other role that Jensen has played before.

There’s really no trace of Dean Winchester in Michael except the resemblance (and the daddy issues, I suppose). And even that’s played down with the neat hair, the suit, the artful "I know my best angles” way that he presents himself to people. There’s not even a trace of other characters that Jensen has played. It’s an entirely new role for him.

Michael carries himself elegantly. The perfect posture, the poise, the careful, graceful motions. Dean kind of slouches, looms, or does a parade rest sort of thing where he’s braced for whatever might happen. He’s got a big ambling swagger. He puts his feet up on tables or sits with his legs sprawled apart.

Michael eerily doesn’t blink as much as you would expect. As Dean, Jensen blinks a lot and closes his eyes, sometimes for a few seconds in the middle of a line, as if he’s processing his thoughts. I love it. It doesn’t start happening until S4 or so, where he wants to show the general weariness of the character. It happens the most when he’s angry or exasperated. But Michael is laser-focused.

Michael speaks very precisely and almost ceremoniously, like he’s selecting each word for the maximum impact. He has ALL the time in the world. Dean talks like... well, Dean. This is the big one for me. He just doesn’t SOUND like Dean, even though it’s the same damn voice. It’s in the cadence. He also holds his chin upright so his voice projects differently, and his jaw isn’t clenched like Dean’s usually is. His voice comes across as smooth and oozes condescension. 

Michael, in keeping with his wardrobe and (understandable) superiority complex is very fussy. While Sam, Cas, and Jack are talking, he’s speculatively opening and closing his hands in the background as if trying the cuffs, but he doesn’t even bother to struggle. While he’s talking to Cas during the big monologue, he absently picks a speck of something out from under a fingernail and neatly refolds his hands on his knee. He puts himself in those 3-piece suits. He has expanded to take up all of the possible Dean-ness and he’s very proud of his vessel. The human that used to be in control could not possibly matter less. As far as he’s concerned, Dean was his the moment he was even born.

Michael’s expressions are very different. Dean has a very expressive face. In one 5-second gif, you can identify a number of little micro-expressions he goes through. His face is almost never still unless something has gone very wrong. His eyebrows are all over the place. He’s squinty from having scowled for so long. He absently curls his lip when he talks. Because Michael doesn’t have all the trauma and worries that Dean has, he keeps his expression smooth. He looks completely dignified. Because he feels he has absolutely nothing to fear, his expressions are supercilious and disdainful.

Michael is very, very serene. He’s a BEING, and currently immortal. The things the “pig-filthy humans” are doing don’t really seem to concern him. “He's a gnat,” he says about Dean. He’s waiting them out because to him, they’re the blink of an eye. People keep trying to get a rise out of him, I think because he wears Dean’s face and they’re desperate to see a glimpse of him. Michael just doesn’t give a shit. Holy fire? Whatever. These cute handcuffs? That’s adorable. 

Look at the image below. There is no Dean at all, there is barely even a flicker of concern. His smile here is almost like, “You are naive and tedious. I’m just waiting for my army to get here. Might as well relax.”

I’m sorry, I’m just very, very excited and I’m so proud of Jensen. He was already brilliant, but this kicked it into a whole new level.

What killed me:

* Don’t interrupt me.

* Dean’s not home right now. Please leave a message.

* (”With these angel cuffs on, Michael’s under control.”) You keep telling yourself that.

* THAT CREEPY ASS SMILE after Sam says that the Impala’s trunk could hold Michael!Dean too. IT’S SO CREEPY WHAT IS IT

* I called them. [smiles, fake gasp of surprise] It’s a party.

* (”Sam, are we going to die here?”) ANOTHER CREEPY LITTLE SMILE like he could not be less intimidated if he tried.

* I can hear you. [they move about 5 steps further] Really?

* Remind me, Castiel, we’re west of Kansas City? (Dudes, he is an archangel, did you think walking into another room was going to keep him from hearing you?)

* Yeah, put a chair against the door. That’ll help.

* The last thing you’ll see is this pretty smile. AND HE DOES THE TONGUE THING THAT JENSEN DOES so in the small moment to me he was Evil!Jensen. I would read that fanfic. it made me SO uneasy.

* I’m in his head. LITERALLY.

* (”He’s lying.”) No, I’m not. And I can still hear you.

* God -- Chuck -- is a writer, and like all writers, He churns out draft after draft. (The way he sort of labors over every letter in the word “Chuck”, it’s so contemptuous, almost like he’s saying “Fuck”?)

* He never would’ve been so... anemic. [absently cleans a fingernail]

* [leans forward] Even God can die. Ugh, the chill that went down my spine.

* Cool science project. 

* When they put the electrodes(?) on him, he’s sort of glancing back and forth, HE’S SO AMUSED, he even laughs disparagingly. 

* Oh, Cas. I believe in you. LOL

* In there? You’re all mine. *audible swallow*

Ugh, if AU!Michael!Dean was a lotion, I would smear it all over my body.

Thank you for coming to my Jensen Talk.

#spoilers #spn spoilers #supernatural #jensen ackles #i haven't written analysis in a long time so this might just be stupid #dean winchester #spn cast

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Big Hero 7: The Series

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Big Hero 7 S2

Hardlight

*The day is normal at the Lucky Cat Café with Fred spreading jam on his piece of toast, Baymax standing by and Hiro playing a new game on his phone. Across them is Kage, Cora's uncle, getting a fresh cup of joe from Cass as they chatted lightly over minor topics such as family life and work. Needless to say its been rather peaceful since the Globby incident. On one hand they helped Globby prove his innocence and he became a dad to a new globby like figure who he named Rosie. She appeared like her father but smaller, her color being a light shade of Rose Gold with green eyes. But on the other hand... after they returned home Commander Carter had informed them that due to his actions Chief Cruz has been suspended from police duty and will be for at least a couple of months unless otherwise. They do feel guilty for costing Chief Cruz his job but after being reassured that he will be paid despite his suspension and the only things taken from him were his police privilege's; the guilt is still there, though it's lessened, especially since commander carter commented that this experience will make Chief Cruz, Diego Cruz now that they learned his name, think twice about his role as a police officer. Its there that they look up to see him. Diego Cruz... wearing a dark grey hoodie and jeans instead of his police uniform. He goes towards Aunt Cass as she's fixing up her work space while he checks his breath. Finally Cass looks up and notices him.. but she sports no smile.*

Cass: Oh... hey...Diego, do you want your usual?

*The usual warmth and cheeriness was absent from her voice as she sees that its Diego. Kage turns his attention to the temporarily former police chief, a glint of mistrust ringing through it to which Diego flinched before he continues talking with his confidence.

Diego: Yeah! Thanks Cass.

Cass: Got some ready for you..*Starts pouring a cup of joe in a mug*

Kage: So... how is your job?

Diego: I'm-

Kage: Oh wait, I just remembered that your little debacle with Big Hero 7 has earned you a suspension didn't it?

*This gets Hiro's attention. he turns around to see Diego receive a cup of joe and giving a glare at Kage for his words. Cora must've told her family about what happened at Akuma island; possibly to explain that Globby is now a new parent and will need Kaguya's and Mizuchi's advice. And there's also the fact that Kage is now equally protective of Big Hero 7 and Cora. This also brings back memories of when Kage was Obake, back when his words were as effective as his plans... which was very. To which Diego meets eyes with the teen boy.*

Diego: *Luke warm* Morning...*Slight glare* Hiro..

*Hiro quickly turns his head away back to his game, to which he quickly lost. As Diego sits down he notices that some other patrons were looking at him with suspicious glares, to which he flips up his hoodie as Cass comes over to bring more coffee over.*

Cass: Still surprised that you'd come over here after the news exposed what you've done.

*This now gets Hiro's and Fred's attention at this. What news? this causes Diego to flinch.*

Diego: So.. you've heard?

Cass: I have. I couldn't believe the fact that you, a police officer who is supposed to provide additional support and help to Big Hero 7 would stoop that low. You're lucky to only have your job suspended instead of being fired. *Concern grows on her face* Is Megan OK?

*This brings Hiro's eyes up as he recalls his friend. Megan... oh god... how is she? He quickly makes a note to himself to check on Megan along with Cora over her well being because god help them if they learn that Megan is being unfairly harrassed by her peers... harassment that Hiro is all too familiar with.*

Diego: *eyes turn to concern and slight guilt* Yeah... Megan's is doing OK for herself. She's a strong girl.

*Hiro's worry slightly comes down, but still keeps that note in mind. *

Kage: On another subject; as if Big Hero 7 truly needed your help anyway. The crime rate is still admirably low thanks to them... I guess it just shows just how useful you and your police force truly is... which is sadly none.

*Diego's fist tightens as it slightly shakes from his growing anger while Hiro slightly cringes at Kage's shade directed to him. This is definitely giving him Obake vibes. That is when Cora and Miyuki arrive through the door and sees everyone there.*

Cora: *sheepishly waving at them* Hi...

Miyuki: What up?

Cass:*Warmly* Hi girls! What would you two like?

Cora: Hot green tea would do fine.

Miyuki: And my usual is good enough.

Cass: OK, that's one green tea and one sea salt caramel frappuccino coming up!

*As Cass walks away the two girls join the table with the boys as Kage walks over and hugs Cora.*

Cora: *Hugging back* Hey Uncle Kage. You doing good and taking your pills?

Kage: I have Cora. I've been doing fine... though I wouldn't say its going the same for Diego over there..

*Cora turns her head to Diego as he sighs frustratingly at himself before he sips his coffee, cringing at the taste to which Cass notices but chooses not to comment on it.*

Cora: I still feel bad for costing him his job...

Hiro: Yeah, I mean he was only doing what he thought was best. And now everyone can't seem to stand him, even Aunt Cass... And as if we were any better. We hid globby instead of bringing him to the super hero program to help him there instead.

Kage: Hiro, he was the one who disobeyed direct orders to not get involved with Globby. You merely looked for a solution to rid Globby of Nega Globby. While it is true that you had disobeyed Commander Carter, you've also proven Globby's innocence. In other words... the humiliation and glares that Diego receives *Glaring at Diego* are directly his own fault.

* Diego takes another sip of his coffee, turning his eyes to the team across him... and at that moment, his finger nails had just pierced the skin of his palm.. making it bleed.*

*Later one Hiro and Cora are at his room as the blue hair teen looks at the video game her boyfriend is playing. Baymax is look at them as they do.*

Baymax: What is the purpose of this game?

Hiro: Just blowing off steam I guess.

Baymax: * Scanning the room* I do not detect water vapor.

Cora: Its another expression Baymax.

*That is when Hiro gets frustrated as he reaches a difficult level as Cora looks over with slight worry as he battles off his new virtual foe.*

Baymax: My scan indicates your stress levels are elevated. That is the opposite of relaxation.

Hiro: Its fun Baymax. And not to brag but~... I always win because I build the coolest weapons.

Cora: *Noticing a notification* Hey, you got an invite from someone.

Hiro: Reading the note* Hardlight? OK?

*Hiro accepts his new challenger as he faces off this Hardlight. The hardlight avatar chooses a sword to play against Hiro's avatar.*

Hiro: A sword? Oh what a noob.

*He selects his weapon, a huge gun, and plays his game to which he soon finds out that this Hardlight is a rather resourceful and experienced player as it quickly deflects and destroys Hiro's gun.*

Hiro: Oh wait whoa! What the?! That's not fair!

*He gets up from his seat, indirectly pushing off Mochi who was laying on his lap, as he moves around as he battles off HardLight. Cora stands next to Baymax looking at her boyfriend before turning to Baymax as he scans Hiro. Mochi then moves around in a panic as he jumps around, first jumping on Cora's head then jumping Baymax's arm and scratching the vynel, thus letting out air.*

Baymax: This does not seem relaxing.

*The end result is Harlight beating Hiro, thus proclaiming him as the new winner. Much to the displeasure of Hiro.*

Cora: How about we go ahead and hang out with Megan for a while? We hadn't seen her lately.

Hiro: *Remembering his mental note* Yeah! That sounds cool.

*He pulls out his phone and calls Megan, who at this moment is working on her homework as she answers it.*

Megan: Hey guys, how are ya?

Hiro: We're doing alright. We were just wondering if we could have the time to hang out tonight. Does the arcade sound good?

Megan: Ya know what? That sound good. I've only got a couple assignments left then I'm ready to go. Talk to ya later.

Hiro: K, see ya Megan!

*She hangs up her phone as she focuses on her homework, keeping her mind off the harassment she's enduring from her peers lately. She shakes herself out of it.*

Megan: *To herself* Come on Megan, you can do this. Its not the end of the world.

*As of while Krei is currently talking to the police department where the new chief of police temporarily replacing Diego is requesting to buy some buddy guards, with a scrawny young man standing behind him working on some of the buddy guards.*

Krei: Alright! I'll have it ready for you this time tomorrow.

(New Chief of Police): Today sounds better.

Krei: Today sounds great! We can do today.

Scrawny man: *Speaking up* Actually, M-Mr. Krei I don't we-

*But Krei walks away from his employee as he talks on the phone to the new chief. Meanwhile at the mansion, Fred is working on painting his own action figure as Heathcliff comes by with a glass of water.*

Heathcliff: It is done Master Frederick.

Fred: *Distracted with his action figure* Actually it needs a little more lightning.

Heathcliff: I was referring to the appointment you asked me to make with Roderick Blaire. The esteemed architect behind Boss Awesome's secret super chamber.

Fred: *Smiling widely* You did it? You did it! Tell me he said yes!

Heathcliff: He said yes sir.

*Fred runs around happily over the news before he tires out and leans on his table.*

Fred: OK, I'm done.

*Fred grabs for his glass of water as Heathcliff continues talking.*

Heathcliff: You're appointment is this afternoon.

Fred: Wait! I got a few more joy screams in me!

*He runs around screaming for joy while Heathcliff picks up the mess from Fred's joyful running. Afterwards Fred contacts Gogo, Honey Lemon, and Wasabi to meet up at the abandoned factory to meet with Roderick Blaire. He had contacted Hiro and Cora but they informed him that they would be hanging out with Megan today so he agreed to it. Now he is looking out for this man behind his father's secret den while the others sit around at the steps of the old Candy factory.*

Wasabi: Why are we wearing our gear?

Fred: Because Roderick Blaire can't know our real identities. Its super hero/outside contracter 101.

Gogo: Your guy's late.

Fred: Well that makes sense.

Honey Lemon: what do you mean Fredy?

Fred: I bet he's doing something covert to make sure he's not being tracked here by our enemies!

*He stands around waiting for any signs of enemies.*

Gogo: Unlikely.

Fred: *Gasp* You're right! He might already be here! Secretly watching us to make sure we're legit!

*Fred flips up his head to properly suit him as the others stand around. that is when an old truck drives up and parks in front of them. After that the driver reveals himself to be pot bellied, middle aged, red head in front of him.*

Man: Whoa, sorry I'm late. Bridge traffic almost busted my chops out there. Roddy Blaire, king of lairs.

Wasabi: OK... not what we were expecting.

Roddy: So, which one of you is Fred?

Fred: I am -wait hold on. You know my name?

Roddy: Oh, your dad , old friend, me and him go way back. He told me all about you. What a guy your dad, Boss Awesome. You're throwing a different vibe maybe not awesome, more uh... adequate?

Gogo: Yep. That's him. Boss Adequate.

Roddy: Well its hard these days to come up with a handle but the choice names are taken, am I right?

Fred:... No.

Roddy: *Looking around the factory and giving a low whistle* What a dumparoo. Guess I better get to work! Secret bases don't build themselves!

*Later on that evening the whole gang are doing their thing. Wasabi, Honey Lemon, Gogo, and Fred drive back home from their appointment with Roddy while Hiro, Cora, and Megan exit out of the movie theater happily chatting about their lives and such.*

Fred: I though he be cooler.. and well.. nicer.

*With the three teens they are walking their way back to Megan's house to the crosswalk just as Wasabi's car stops at the red light, allowing the pedestrians and the three friends to cross the street... but just as the crossed a dark masked figure is revealed in the middle of the road. And that figure quickly catches everyone's attention.*

Megan: Who's that?

Wasabi: That is not normal.

*The masked man summons forth his own virtual menu to the air.*

Honey Lemon: *Nervously* Maybe he's a street magician and this is a show.

Gogo: Gross, I hate street magic.

*After the masked figure selects his options, virtual enemies come out and are brought to life.*

Masked man: There we go...

Wasabi: Uh... are we supposed to clap now?

*Hiro and Cora stand by Megan as they hold tightly to their phones, ready to call skymax at the helm just in case.*

Masked Man: Now.. lets play.

*And so his virtual monsters start to terrorize the city, blasting lasers as the citizens run away. One of the lasers hit the traffic light ready to hit Wasabi's car.*

Gogo: Back up!

*The car gets away just in time.*

Honey Lemon: I'm calling SkyMax right now.

Gogo: Right.

*Honey Lemon pressed the button as Wasabi drives to a nearby ally so they can suit up and face this new foe. But Hiro and Cora don't have the same luck as their friends. They can't just leave Megan alone and risk her getting hurt by this man, so all they could do is stand back and watch and hope their friends will get to the bottom of this. That is when the masked man brings out his virtual sword, moving around with skill and flexibility. Just as the gang are dressing up, the police arrive with their new chief.*

New Chief: Put the weapon down!

Masked Man: *Laughs evilly*

New Chief: I'm warning you! Till Big Hero 7 comes you'll have to face us!

Masked Man: That is exactly is exactly why I'm here...

*That is when the gang emerges from the shadows and stand.*

Masked Man: I want to face Big Hero 7.

Gogo: Well we're here right now, so scram!

Masked Man: Hold on... There's four of you... you're missing three. Aqua Girl, Omega Danger... and Electro Magnetic Alpha.

*Hiro's and Cora's eyes widen at the masked man's observation as Megan glares heatedly at the masked man. The new chief brings out his buddy guards to destroy the virtual enemies to which it succeeds, but the masked man quickly takes them out with the swing of his sword.*

Masked Man: Ah ah ah! You aren't the main players, they are! *To the gang* And you're not all here. I want to fight the whole team!..and one additional super.

Honey Lemon: Who are you?! And what do you want?!

(Masked Man): Hardcore, High score... I am Hardlight!

Cora: Hardlight…*Thinking* Why does that name sound familiar?

Hardlight: Game master, Weapons builder, under appreciated genius! Hardlight.

Cora: I swear that name sounds familiar!

Hardlight: As for what I want... I want the whole team of Big Hero 7 and one certain... Ice Frost~.

*He drawls out their friends name as a miniature virtual replica of Ice Frost appears with a small heart around her... much to the growing concern of Big Hero 7 and the teens.

Hardlight: For a IRL challenge instead of NCP cops. After all, Who would take you seriously after what dear old Chief Cruz did?

*This causes Megan to growl as she shouts out to Hardlight.*

Megan: I know what my dad did was incredibly stupid, but he is a good police officer and cares deeply about everyone!

Hardlight: Yawn. *To Big Hero 7* I'm gonna steal the biggest diamond in the city tomorrow night at the museum... and you better come delivering the goods.

*With that he disappears in a flash and without a trace, leaving the team, the police, and the teens wondering what will happen next.*

_______

*The news is playing on Baymax's stomach as the whole team watch it from the old candy factory while Roddy is working on the blue prints for their secret headquarters. In the mean time they are facetiming Miyuki over to discuss what to do from Hardlight's demands since he also wants her involved. Fred looks over the plans Roddy is drawing up and could not help but make some few comments.*

Fred: How do you feel about a zero gravity game room?

Roddy: *Focused on his plans* seems useless.

Fred: Hmm. Uh.. zero gravity snack room?

Roddy: More useless.

Fred: How about a zero gravity storage room? Or~ a zero gravity training room? Wait wait, lets just go with a vault! But... with zero gravity.

Roddy: Are you delirious right now?

Fred: So.. are you just super pro gravity or just anti my ideas?

Roddy: Yes.

Fred: Yes to what?

*With the rest of the gang and Miyuki they look over Hardlight's weapon to which Cora's eyes light up.*

Cora: Hiro! You said your game records all the battles right?

Hiro: Yeah?

Cora: I think we saw that weapon before! Look it up!

*Hiro pulls up his phone where he scours through the recordings and finds an exact match.*

Hiro: Its the same weapon. He has to be the same guy I played in Mind Smith but he's like champion level.

Baymax: Yes, *Pulling up the recording* He defeated you with extreme efficiency.

Hiro: I wasn't that bad!

Baymax: The total time elapsed in your match was 4.25 seconds. Way to go.

*Hiro blushes as he pouts to which Cora pats his back in reassurance as Miyuki chooses to talk.*

Miyuki: So we know that Hardlight is a pro gamer and has the tech to back up his playing experience. But how are we going against some advanced force field tech b that makes his video game real?

Wasabi: Isn't that impossible?

Hiro: We'll it should be. Krei Tech has been working on something like it but, we hadn't cracked it yet.

Wasabi: He must've figured it out first.

Honey Lemon: Hey, it looks like theres some metal on his gloves.

Gogo: Hiro, could you use your magnets to pull them off?

Hiro: I got to get really close to do that, and its gonna be really hard with his sword. We have to beat Hardlight at his own game.

Miyuki: Alright then, then we'll do what he wants and give Hardlight an instant game over-

*That's when behind Miyuki shows a scrawny young man with chin hair, brown hair and green tinted glasses appear behind her and holding some books.*

Scrawny student: O-Oh! Hi Miyuki.. How are you?

Miyuki: *Sighs* I'm OK Ian. Just talking with some friends. You came over to check over the midterms project? I could send you the file later you know.

Ian: I-I know Miyuki, b-but I was wondering if you have any plans tonight and if *Blushing*… W-Would you like to grab a bite at Yaki Taco with me for an early dinner?

Miyuki: I do have plans, with my friends. I'm sorry Ian.

Ian: Oh... its alright. I have plans too, Krei Tech and all. S-See ya...

*He walks away from the cafeteria room they were in as Miyuki sighs frustratingly.*

Gogo: Who's Ian?

Miyuki: My assigned partner for the midterms project in 3D character design. Visual effects major, focusing on video games. And works part time at Krei Tech.

Honey Lemon: It sounds like he really likes you!

Miyuki: Except I don't like him back. *Sighs*  I’m just not interest in dating anyone for a while...

*The gang take a moment as they recall her feelings for Tadashi Hamada, Hiro's brother. Its clear that Miyuki isn't ready to put her heart back out there.*

Cora: Hey, its OK Miyuki.

Miyuki: Thanks guys..*Shakes head* Either way I'm not gonna date him. He's nice and all but he gives off these vibes... especially since he also has.. a massive crush on my alter ego.. Like, Massive.

Gogo: How bad?

Miyuki:..One time I left my charger at my place and I asked Ian if I could borrow his. He gave it to me but I so happened to catch a glimpse of his home screen...

*The face she was making gave clear indications that what she saw gave her concerns.*

Cora: OK... So.. you cool with tonight though?

Miyuki: Yeah, so where do we meet?

*Later that night the police arrive along with Big Hero 7 and Ice Frost, making nods to understand that they are in this together. As of while Diego Cruz is watching it Live on TV as he glares at the team and the additional super go into the building. Megan just so happened to pass by with a glass of milk in hand when she sees her dad.*

Megan: Dad? You OK? I can see steam coming off your ears.

Diego: I'm fine Mihijita.

*Megan rolls her eyes before she sits down next to her dad.*

Megan: Dad, you know that Big Hero 7 wants to help the city just as much as you do. You gotta let it go.

*But Diego doesn't respond back, now focused back on the TV where it just showed the supers enter inside the building. With the team they appear inside where they see the biggest diamond laid in front of them.*

Gogo: Yup its a big diamond.

Miyuki: Now alls that left is Hardlight.

Hiro: Then stay alert. Hardlight could come at us from-

Hardlight: Anywhere! Welcome Challengers! And Hello to you my Ice Princess~

*miyuki cringes at the pet name as Gogo and Honey stand by her side.*

Hiro: Give up Hardlight! You're not scoring this diamond!

Hardlight: Calm down, this is just the opening cinematic. Lets build the hype a little.

Gogo: What language is he speaking?

Baymax: It is English.

Hardlight: Did you guys bring any special weapons?

Hiro: W-Well, no-

Hardlight: No? *Buzzer sound* Players fail to equip their party.

*Miyuki then sends an ice shard at Hardlight which just so misses him by an inch.*

Miyuki: How's that for a weapon?

Hardlight: Ah~ There it is! The burning fire from my Zelda! But alas my ice princess you merely have your skills along with them. That's too bad. Lets hit start!

*He swing his sword towards them to drive them apart as Gogo skates over to take down Hardlight but she misses along with Wasabi. Hardlight flies over to Hiro, cora, and Baymax.*

Hiro: Omega Danger! Rocket Fist!

*Baymax fires his rocket fist towards Hardlight as the villain merely directs it to the rood of the museum. The TV catches that on as Diego growls. The buddy guards show up to help Big Hero 7 and Ice Frost as the police prepare their weapons. But with great ease Hardlight uses his sword to disable them all as he walks over to the team, where miyuki skates behind him, ready to encase him in ice only for Hardlight to flip up and use his sword to stun Miyuki causing her to drop to the floor.*

Cora: Ice Frost!

*Miyuki groans as Hardlight picks her up and holds her in one arm.*

Hiro: Let her go Hardlight!

Hardlight: Let go of my Ice Princess?...hmm.. Nope!

*Hardlight then walks over to the glass case where he cuts through it and grabs the diamond from his other hand.*

Hardlight: This level is an extreme let down! Felt like a tutorial! There weren't any cool easter eggs!

*That's when the police show up and join Big Hero 7 for support.*

Hardlight: I'm not here for NCPs either officers.

Officer: What does that even mean?

Hiro: Its a non player character, obviously.

*Summoning forth his own hover disc he hopes on with the unconscious Ice Frost in his arms.*

Hardlight:Alright Big Hero 7, you are such a terrible treasure quest! Maybe you need higher stakes... like my Ice Princess here! Same time tomorrow! Night Market square!

*And so he flies away with Miyuki in his arms, leaving behind the police and Big Hero 7 to stare at the sky.*

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*That following night Hiro is at the old abandoned factory along with Cora and Baymax as he tries to think up on how to bring the weapons from the video game to life. They had explained to Esme about her roommates disappearance as to not make her panic and reassuring her that they'll rescue Miyuki and bring her home safely.*

Baymax: Hiro, body language cues suggest you are frustrated. May I be of assistance?

Cora: Do you want some water Hiro?

Baymax: Perhaps some posture exercises?

Hiro: This is just like mind smith! If we're gonna beat Hardlight and rescue Miyuki I have to design a better weapon! I have to get inside his head.

Baymax: Excellent. Will you use Nanobots?

Hiro: I mean I need to anticipate what's he gonna do... but there are so many options. Should I design a long distance weapon or a close up weapon? Or a shielding weapon?

Baymax: Perhaps you can think this analytically through open communication-

*That is when Roddy steps in.*

Roddy: *Coughs* Alright, hate to butt in... but I'm butting in.

Hiro: You know what kind of weapon I should build?

Roddy: Kid your over thinking this.

Hiro: Oh, really?

Cora: What do you suggest?

Roddy: I do what I know worst, simplify the job and pad my hours.

Hiro: I can't simplify, this is a complicated situation. Especially since one of our friends had been kidnapped.

Roddy: Nah, its only complicated cause you're playing the other guy's game. He's better at his game. Play your game.

Hiro: Aren't we both playing the same game?

Roddy: Look, your buddy Fred wants everything zero g's for some reason. That's his game, not my game.

Cora: So what you are saying is...

Baymax: Hiro should capitalize on his strengths?

Roddy: Yes! I love this guy!*Gets up and punches Baymax's belly*

Hiro: *Idea forming* Maybe you're right.

*With that the rest of Big Hero 7 suit up and go on their search for Hardlight.*

Honey Lemon: Night Market Square is huge! How will we know where he is?

Cora: *Looking beyond* I don't think it'll be a problem..

*Right in front of them is a giant tower made of pixels standing tall and proud in the middle of night market square.*

Honey Lemon: Whoa..

*The Police stand by as Big Hero 7 once again make for a landing and enter the tower, the doors shutting tightly behind them. The tower only contain stairs that lead up to the top where in a virtual cage is Miyuki with her hands tied up with chains.*

Hardlight: Welcome to the raid! I have to tell you, I redesigned this tower like eight times since yesterday. You like?!

Hiro: Lets go Omega Danger!

*Hiro, Cora, and Baymax fly up to the top only for a barrier to come stop their path.*

Hardlight: Ugh, you didn't think you could just fly through the floors did ya?! No bonus points for that Big Hero 7! *Pulling up his virtual menu*

*With that he creates the same virtual enemies to fight off Big Hero 7 below. The ground enemies were taken care of easily but the flying ones capture Fred easily. Thankfully Gogo frees Fred with her disc which allows Fred to drop to the floor. With the rest soon taken care of they unlock the first door to lead to the second level ahead.*

Cora: Chem Princess! Velocity!

Gogo: Right!

*Gogo skates up through the walls while Honey Lemon uses her chem boots to stretch herself to the second level. Once the girlfriends are reunited they throw their weapons at the barrier above them, which so happens to contain Hardlight and Miyuki. The Video game villain summons forth his new enemies to fight off Honey Lemon and Gogo to which they are quick to dodge away. Gogo hits first to then discover that they have a life bar and thus will need more attacks to finish them off. With one clean stroke they strikes though the first enemy, sending it flying though the air. Honey Lemon, having encased herself in a gummy bunny suit stretches her arm to catch the flying disc and cut through the enemy she was facing all well. that is when Fred and Wasabi arrive as they hop over to face their own monster enemy, a slightly larger one at that, as they dodge out of its punch. Fred uses his lights to blindside the monster which so happens to add some damage, then quickly cut through by Wasabi's lasers and the fire finishing it off. Now the second floor is unlocked, allowing Hiro, Cora, and Baymax to face Hardlight and free Miyuki.*

Cora: Let Ice Frost go now!

*He pulls up his sword and is ready to fight back.*

Hardlight: Ah ah ah! You still have to fight me first. And as if I'd let you take my Ice Princess so easily from me!

Hiro: Why do you keep calling her your Ice Princess?

Hardlight: Because this super is my dream girl! My muse whenever times go tough for me! My shining light that-

*Baymax fires his rocket fist at Hardlight to which Hardlight uses his reflexes to hit the fist and send it punching them instead. They teeter for a bit before they stable their flight.*

Hardlight: *Evil laugh* You sly dog! You got me monologuing!

Hiro: Blades Master! Fredzilla! While he's distracted-

*The two supers hop off and go to Miyuki's cage where Wasabi uses his blades to start cutting through the virtual bars.*

Wasabi: Heights cannot hurt me, heights cannot hurt me, heights cannot hurt me!

*But Hardlight notices this and pulls up his menu to bring forth an enemy to fight them off.*

Hardlight: Oh come on this isn't even nightmare mode!

*He pulls out a block that knocks Wasabi off the platform and falling down to the floor.*

Wasabi: falling can hurt me! Falling can hurt me! Falling can hurt me!

*The block turns into a virtual spider creature to which Wasabi has the misfortune to land inside its mouth, effectively eating him.*

Wasabi:*Within the spider* What?! No! This is not cool!

Fred: *Hops to kick its head* Let him out of there!

*But the enemy starts to move as Honey Lemon fires her chem bazooka purse at it Gogo zooms in to rescue her girlfriend as Fred fires directly at it. Once the girlfriends are at a safe distance Gogo returns to the fight where she throws her discs at it, but it had little effect on it or on its health bar as it knocks out Gogo, Honey Lemon, and Fred out of the way. As of while Baymax is fighting off Hardlight as he pulls up his virtual shield and sword to fight back.*

Hardlight: And how are you feeling my Ice Princess? After I beat them up how about we visit over to L'Ardoise for dinner? My treat~

Miyuki: No!

Hardlight: Its OK my princess! I'm totally up for whatever you decide for our date.

*Miyuki's eye twitches at the delusion the villain is playing at. Hardlight resumes fighting where in a few slashes and swings he brings forth pixels to immobilize them mid air. Seeing her friends in danger made her hands slowly make the metal cuffs on her hands slowly crack. And the spider creature has also effectively pinned down the remaining members of Big Hero 7.*

Hardlight: Way to whiff the big boss battle Electro Alpha and Aqua Girl! Time to end this!

Hiro: I agree..*takes out his glove* Ice Frost!

Cora: Think fast!

*Hiro throws it over to Ice Frost who had managed to break through the metal and put it on, directing her aim towards the metal gloves of Hardlight.*

Miyuki: Game Over Hardlight!

*Finally the metal glove is removed to which Miyuki freezes it to the point of it crumbling to pieces. Thus freeing her from her cage, destroying the creature that had Big Hero 7 captured and destroying the tower overall. Miyuki and Hardlight fall to which Baymax catches her easily as Hardlight is caught by the chem cushion provided by Honey Lemon. And so Big Hero 7 drops the landing as Miyuki gets on her feet, smirking at the guy.*

Hardlight: *Growls* You cheated! The Princess is supposed to be the prize! Not a challenger!

Cora: In your game maybe.

Hiro: But not in mine!

Hardlight: Fair enough... your win! But that was just my first life!

Gogo: What does that even mean-

*A light slowly wraps around Hardlight as he points to Miyuki.*

Hardlight: One day my ice princess...you will be mine!

*And with that Hardlight vanishes into air. The gang then look over Miyuki as she makes a grossed out expression.*

Fred: Looks like we reached a villain where he has a very creepy crush on one of the heroines.

Gogo: As if we'd ever let him get that far.

Cora: *Hugging Miyuki* I'll give ya pointers on dealing with kidnapping if ya want.

Miyuki: *Chuckles* Thanks guys. I owe ya one.

Hiro: That's what a team does.. we look out for each other.

*From the Cruz's tv Diego's eyes lowered down as he though over Hiro's words... to which he returns back to his hateful glare.*

Diego: This changes nothing.

*Later on that night the whole team and Miyuki arrive back at the abandoned candy factory where Roddy is ready to tell them some news. Needless to say they did not expect a yoga pose of Roddy to be the first thing they see.*

Freddy: Shouldn't you be working?

Roddy: I get a mindfulness break every 90 minutes. Plus I finished the first room. Take a look.

Fred: This better be-*Hits the wall of what appears to be a tank* Augh!

Roddy: Did I forget to mention that its voice activated? Its voice activated!

Baymax: Hello, I am Baymax.

*That is when a pad comes to light with a face similar to Baymax.*

VA: Voice authenticated. Hello Baymax, I am Basemax.

*The door opens automatically in front of them.*

Fred: Basemax?! Oh like Baymax I love it!

*They enter inside to reveal an amazing secret headquarters for Big Hero 7, amazing them all, even Miyuki.*

Basemax: Welcome to the conference room.

*One side of the wall has their classic suits on display while the other side shows Basemax, in the smack middle being the a floating table with floating chairs for all seven of them.*

Fred: We have a conference room! I mean, it doesn't have zero gravity but theres logos on the chairs! its still amazing!

Cora: I agree! This is just flat out amazing! *To Roddy* Thank you so much for making this Mr. Blaire!

Fred: I kinda thought you were just a little bit mean, but if that's the price of genius *Hugs Roddy* I'll take it.

Roddy: * Leaning away from the hug* Whoa. I'm not a hugger champ.

Fred: Shh.. Let me have this.

*Hiro sits at his seat where Cora takes hers that so happens to be next to his. Miyuki goes over where she crafts her own ice chair to join in the team.*

Hiro: OK... first order of business.. Find out who hardlight really is.

Cora: While you were held hostage did he ever remove his mask?

Miyuki: No, I was mostly unconscious before tonight.

Hiro: Doesn't mean we're completely info less. We do know that he is an experienced gamer, had succeeded in creating a virtual metal glove that could make his game a reality, and... has a rather creepy obsession with Ice Frost...

*Miyuki sighs as Hiro recounts that tale.*

Cora: But who fits all of that in San Fransokyo?

*Somewhere at Krei Tech that night, Ian from SFAI is hard at work in his office when Alistair Krei comes by to check on his progress.*

Krei: Ian progress report. Hows that force field tech coming? The police are knocking down our doors for more buddy guards.*Notices the ma-ka weapon hologram* Ooh~ Is that a Ma-ka? Tell me everything!

Ian: Well, I had some p-pretty significant breakthroughs.

Krei: Those are the words I love to hear!

Ian: And also, you know some major setbacks...

Krei:.. those I don't like. Ian first rule of business, no bad news.

Ian: Its getting there.. just not fast enough.

Krei: *Sighs frustratingly * I'll just see what Hiro's cooking up.

*As he walks away from the cubicle Ian gets up where he enters a code to his drawer, revealing a candid picture of Miyuki sitting on the bench drawing, Ice Frost from the news clips with hearts doodles... and the mask of Hardlight. Ian places his flashdrive for safe keeping, his mind running to how he will beat Big Hero 7 and win Ice Frost all in one... and hopefully gain the affections of one certain animation major student too.*

A.N: Bet you didn't expect this one till later huh? Well here it is! Hardlight BH7 style! Next up is to write up some original chapters to pass the time before the season resumes back! And I'm thinking up a couple ideas to go, but we'll have to see. ;)

Either way, thank you so much for reading and following Big Hero 7 the series! Love you!

#Hardlight #bh6 hardlight #Ian bh6 #big hero 7 #hiro hamada fanart #Cora Mizichio #Baymax #Gogo Tomago #Honey lemon #honeygogo #Wasabi #Fred Frederickson IV #Chief Cruz #Diego Cruz #megan cruz #Miyuki Frost #Ice Frost #Aunt Cass

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Just do the whole 1 through 35 of the dnd asks, you know you want to

@alextblue​ said: “For the DnD ask: 1, 2, 31, 32, 33″

So you’re both getting what you want, let’s get into this thing! I’ll put it under a readmore, because holy shit will this thing get long.

1. A favorite character you have playedIf I really have to choose… I loved playing Thora Snowfoot, my 11ft tall, draft horse-based centaur. Started out as a life cleric, but in the end killed her goddess and became one herself. (Long story short, the original goddess was basically lying to part of her worshippers and also causing the world to die, so Thora and the rest of her party decided to put a stop to it, and succeeded!) Although I’ve also recently enjoyed playing Bottle-O-Wine, a grumpy Kobold who has a drinking problem and a giant rivalry with another party member. Also Margret, the escaped biological experiment (dragonborn but reflavored) and a bardlock whose idea of being smooth when teleporting into a room she shouldn’t be in is saying “I was looking for the toilet?” before teleporting out again.

2. Your favorite character that someone else has playedEmmmmm… I think Tizen would be my favorite. Also from the Thora campaign (which was called Sever btw), but he was a very edgy warlock, whose patron was Thora’s goddess in her not-lying form. We called his race Fiends, basically a fancy way of saying “satyr” (minus the horny connotations… Well technically he had horns BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN)

3. Your favorite side questOkay, so this wasn’t technically a side quest in the traditional sense, but it was one of the most emotional moments from the Sever campaign to me. You need to know a bit of background about Thora for this: Thora became a cleric of Epona because of her mentor Rotlaus, an elderly centaur who saved her after she pissed off a moose. The animal broke her hind leg, and if it hadn’t been for Rotlaus stepping in and scaring it off she would have died. He then introduced her to Epona, and she learned pretty much everything from him. This was all fine and dandy, until the mindflayer invasion happened, and we all needed to storm a castle to get to the next barrier. We made the mistake of storming the wrong one, and Rotlaus died a horrible death while our party was teleported to safety. But what we did not know, was that the Stillborn God (god of death) gave Rotlaus the choice to return as a revenant, and to go around the country killing people to create a mindless undead army. Thora learned about someone killing entire villages, and heard murmurs of this killer being Rotlaus. She tried to contact him through Sending, which worked, but not well enough to actually have a long conversation. So she went to him on her own, to understand what had happened. It was at this point she learned he was a revenant, and she could not get him to stop murdering whoever was around to create this army. She left very distressed and feeling super guilty, and Rotlaus took his army to the city of Aesengaard. Thora swore to herself that come what may, she would find the way to fix this, asking her goddess for help. Epona went “No can do, he’s the Stillborn God’s property now”, and Thora got more determined to Fix This Shit.Fast forward to a few months later, when she learns that Epona is also Shub Niggorath, who used to be a powehungry Alhun named Glyoc. Thora gets very fucked up about this because she’s spent almost all of her life serving a lie, loses most of her magical power, and has to realize that she is her own power. Goddess or no goddess, Thora is the one that protected her friends, not Epona. She undergoes a ritual with the help of her friends (fucking emotional moment as well, as they have to give their favorite memories of Thora to help her stay grounded and herself and UGH MY HEART), which ends in her ascending to fucking godhood on her own.-This is where the favorite side quest comes in. Because Thora goes back to Aesengaard. Back to the army of shadows, back to her revenant mentor, and stands before them all. And she offers them a choice. Because they were murdered where they stood, and raised again to become an army to fight an enemy without getting a chance to say no. Because Rotlaus was given a choice with strings attached that he did not fully understand. Because he would never have gone around murdering people if he had had a proper choice. Because it was not fair. She could now offer them the choice. No strings attached. If they wanted to continue and fight, they could. If they wanted to go home, they could. No conditions. No fine print. “Under whose authority?” asks her mentor.”Mine.” Thora lifts her staff, and brings it down on the ground. A wave of energy comes off of her, weaving through the crowd of silent shadows, rippling outward through the ruins of Aesengaard.Nothing stirs. Until something does. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a shimmer of color come back into the form of a shade. And slowly, flesh starts to knit together. Some figures hesitate, but then they too begin to materialize. Clothes are torn, but visible. Hair flutters in the soft breeze, and feet shuffle on the floor. She is surrounded by a crowd of breathing, living people. There is no divine presence here. It’s just her, and them. An army of former shadows. Who have a choice now. And then someone collapses. And another. And another. They stop breathing and close their eyes, and simply fall to the ground. Her heart stops in her chest as she looks at what is happening around her. Has she done something wrong? Is Shub behind this? Did she make a mistake?And then she looks at their faces. They are peaceful. And as Rotlaus sinks to the ground, he looks up and smiles at her. His old smile. The one she hasn’t seen in a long time.”Thank you…”-Thora Snowfoot lifts her staff and brings it down on the ground again, harder. The earth begins to rumble as the buildings of the abandoned city begin to collapse into fissures that pull apart all around her. The bodies fall too. A perfect 200 foot circle of rubble forms around her, finally bringing the dead to rest. She lifts her head, smiles, and sends a message to her home.There is peace in Aesengaard.

4. Your current campaignThe newest one we’re playing and planning on keeping going long term is called Four Color Engine, but we’re also playing one called Happy Trails (which is underwater, pirate-ish, and definitely dark in many places). Another friend of mine is also running one placed in the MtG universe, which is also great fun.

5. Favorite NPCI think that spot goes to Tezzeret in the Kaladesh campaign (the MtG one). In that campaign, we had a joke session where we would NOT deal with the boss, due to some of our players being out. So the rest of us decided we’d use magic to pretend to send him a letter from Tezzeret’s future self, so he would allow our super powerful allies to join us in a dinner at his place. He gets the letter, kiiind of believes it due to our swashbuckler’s mad forgery skills, and casts commune with planes… And promptly loses his entire memory because the spell misfires. We took him in, then some random vampire ripped his arm off, and my first character gets to the scene first and frantically tries to stop the bleeding. Later that evening, she brings him a cup of tea and they have a long talk about how you can change for the better, even if you have done terrible things. This later turned into her becoming his secretary, them fleeing from the cops, and eventually settling in a cottage with goats on another plane… Only to promptly get targeted by an assassin and having to find Tezzeret new legs due to assassin-removal. /The shenanigans of Suki and Tezzeret caused him to shift from evil to neutral, and I really love that development. He’s great in our campaign.

6. Favorite death (monster, player character, NPC, etc)The best death was Shub Niggorath’s (lying goddess from Sever). Bitch cast invulnerability on herself when she was almost down, but Thora ripped it away with a dispel magic. AND THEN WE MURDERED HER WITH THE HELP OF THE COMPUTER PROGRAM RUNNING THE WORLD!!! Very satisfying to finally murder that one and save the entire world to boot.

7. Your favorite downtime activityGetting to know my party members and the NPCs around us is definitely my favorite thing to do. ^^

8. Your favorite fight/encounterHmmmmm… We had a very funny one with a wizard called Tavorlin the Passable, who was a fan of our party and gave us all nicknames. That was a fun one. I also really like ones where I can work around the encounter and turn it into not-a-fight. The one with the monster that Giggle and Bubbles had would qualify as well. We chose to talk to it instead, and Giggle even wrestled it for fun.

9. Your favorite thing about D&DI think my all time favorite thing is exploring the relationships between characters, and seeing them grow and overcome obstacles.

10. Your favorite enemy and the enemy you hate the mostMy most hated enemy… Anything that can kill me or my party with no save. My favorite ones would probably be the ones that I don’t need to kill to win.

11. How often do you play and how often would you ideally like to play?Depends on the campaign. We’ve got one currently going once every week, and a bunch of others that happen whenever there is time. I’d love to play twice a week though, or even more often, but alas. University is a thing.

12. Your in game inside jokes/memes/catchphrases and where they came fromThere’s a bunch of them, but the one that was written on my door due to poor timing is the following:Tezzeret: -struggles to put coat on due to having lost an arm-Suki: “Do you need a hand- I mean help?” There’s also the “[X] happens. “Tizen squints”My friend who plays Tizen tends to squint suspiciously a lot. So now when someone squints at something that happens, we say “Tizen stop possessing them”.

13. Introduce your current partyLet’s introduce the Happy Trails one, since that’s what I’m playing every week!1. Jack. The Pirate captain of the ship we all sail on. 16 years old, somehow the owner of a ship, dumbass who finds everything cool and does not take the responsibility as captain very seriously. He’s damn good at stabbing shit though, and tends to find everything his crew does just fine. Very chaotic neutral.2. N’chastacha Atsee (me). A piebald Yuan Ti Fighter/Pugilist, who takes pride in her position as Quartermaster. Speaks with long “s”, uses the rigging to grapple and throw her enemies overboard, and defends the NPC crew fiercely (although she might hang people from the rigging for a night if they offend her, so it’s best to tread cautiously). Probably one of the more responsible people on the ship, and does not seem to have a whole bunch of humor. Used to date a princess, but only learned about her ex’s identity recently. Probably lawful neutral in alignment.3. Paranoia (played by @creepygoblin). A Tiefling Rogue with tight leather pants and a very heavy French accent. Most likely to use weird ritualistic sacrifice or sell people into slavery with Jack, and has given the captain drugs and too much alcohol on multiple occasions. But hey, she’s very good at what she does. Alignment wise she’s some sort of evil, but I can’t quite remember what. 4. Theo. Our Triton Ranger, who used to be a whaler. He’s a bit racist towards Knotsmen, but otherwise one of the more stable people on the ship. He is up for adventure, as long as he does not need to leave his best mate Otto behind. Very good at shooting harpoons and setting chocolate factories on fire. No clue what his alignment is, but I think Neutral.5. Otto Kuchenheim. The ship’s cook, human Emergent/Physician, and with a very boisterous laugh that is used about every other sentence. Also the host to a weird creature that telepathically yells “REAP BREAK SOW” every time it gets out and rips our enemies apart. Which happens when Otto gets too fearful, generally. It’s a bit touch and go with him, but hey, he’s part of the crew now, and the thing hasn’t taken an arm from anyone of the crew… yet. Some sort of Neutral as well I think.

14. Introduce any other parties you have played in or DM-edThat will take forever tbh… I’ll introduce the Sever one, since that is over now and probably the most fun. 1. Thora Snowfoot, Clan of Blacksock (me). Life Cleric Goddess, originally worshipping the Goddess of Life, Epona, before learning she and Shub Niggorath were the same and deciding to become her own god. Snowfoot centaur, a bit on the serious side, but fiercely loyal and protective over those she considers close. She spent most of her life with her family, but had to leave them on their treks due to a bad hind leg. This is when she got roped into trying to stop first a Mindflayer invasion, and then a Beholder invasion, and then ultimately saving the world from Shub Niggorath. She spent that time keeping the group together, making sure her friends survived the fights with her healing, and make sure to not give up on the world. It was never an option to flee and leave it to die.2. Aelin Naïlo Xylia and Fayre. Played by @alextblue. Aelin was a Hideling (homebrew race) Ranger/Druid, with Fayre the white panther as her beast companion. Aelin lost her family when she was very young to a big abberation they tried to slay, and spent most of her life around the small village of Sigrholm in Sever, borrowing books from the library and carrying out some hunting for the villagers on occasion. Arguably the most “childlike” in her enthusiasm about many things, but also the one that ended up imprisoning Cthulhu in a vault that she controls. She also managed to get her feet turned into hands over the course of the campaign. In the end, took the role of goddess of nature, and started a giantass wildlife sanctuary.3. Rin Velvetmane. Rogue Trickster Cleric Falabella-based centaur. She got kicked out of the community that she lived in under the mountains, and found her way to the surface very angry, distrustful, and only moments away from stabbing people’s kneecaps. A pro at hiding for at least 33, and later learned she used to be a mountain elemental who joined a pact to reincarnate continuously to attempt to save the world from the corruption Shub Niggorath brought to it. This also led to us discovering that Rin used to be Aelin’s mother, a plot point that we then all refused to further investigate because it was Hella Weird. Rin ended up usurping the god of death by forcing him to take on her form through evoking duplicity on him, and basically turning him into herself permanently. She still visits her parents, and actually told them (almost) all about what happened. They’re supportive of her, but she has left out that she now rules death itself.4. Tizen. The vampire goatman of Eldritch Warlock-ness. He’s part of the Fiend race (homebrew), which was cursed by Shub Niggorath to have infertile females, and males that could only mate with humans. The race is bound to her so tightly, that there is an entire organization of warlocks that have her as their patron, called the Favored. Tizen is part of this group, however unwillingly, and is highly suspicious of many things. He is sarcastic, a touch arrogant, but also came to care for the world throughout the whole “saving it” business. When Thora died, he chose to take curses upon himself to save her, and had to be turned into a vampire in order to not lose his mind and become a monster. In the end, he killed the creature who had ruined the lives of many Fiends, took her realm for his own, and became the shadow ruler of the city of Kvidbelgr. What kind of a god he is is unknown, though we all refer to him as the god of sass.

15. Do you have snacks during game times? Fuck yeah, snacks are the best. We have all kinds, although we do try to make sure there are low-sugar options since one of us has to watch that. Hummus and carrots are usually there, along with chips and chocolate.

16. Do you play online or in person? Which do you prefer?In person all the way. Although since we all go to an international university, and some have graduated/dropped out, and the rest is graduating in a few weeks, it’s highly likely we’ll have to move to online. But in person is the best, there are so many ques that you miss when you play online. I have a character called Ink-And-Blade and he communicates through message and not much else. We have a list of the words he spoke out loud. It’s 22 over 3 multiple hour sessions. Ink is impossible to translate satisfactory to online, because so much of his communication is non-verbal.

17. What are some house rules that your group has?Ummmm… The rule of cool is one we employ every now and then. I don’t think we have strict ones, we tend to go with the very Barbossa attitude of “The PB and DMG are more like guidelines anyway”, plus our DM is always homebrewing things and changing the rules around. So I suppose our house rule is that if you can justify it, you can try.

18. Does your party keep any pets?Hmm… Familiars I guess. And we recently picked up a Cambriman who doesn’t really do too much. He’s kinda sentient, but not the brightest. He keeps calling everyone his “prisoner”, even though he’s tiny and made of soft flubbery goop. He’s cute.

19. Do you or your party have any dice superstitions?Oh hell yes. Some of us are worse then others, but I’ve had dice roll consistently below 10 and switched over for the session. A friend of mine has a dice jail that she puts bad rollers into (for the duration of a session). We all tend to switch dice around if they keep rolling low.

20. How did you get into D&D? How long have you been playing?I wanted to play DnD for a long time, but I did not have the right people around me so my first exposure to it was through podcasts. The first one was something called TableTop RPG, though I can’t currently find it. After that I got roped into actual DnD at my university, about 2.5 years ago, when the gaming society held an introductory event. I played for a bit with a very old school DM in 3.5, which was hard and confusing, and then fell into Sever with my friends, which was a 5e game. So I’ve been playing for 2.5 years, and I will not stop any time soon.

21. Have you ever regretted something your character has done?Oof… Well, yes, I very much regret taking the luck feat after I forced a boss to reroll a nat 20, which rolled up as another nat 20, and then attempted to reroll a nat 1, which came up as ANOTHER nat 1. I regretted that a lot. Other than that… Hmmm… In character, I think Margret really regrets teleporting into a dragon’s room. OH, WAITSo Bottle-O-Wine the kobold was very angry at a party member, and threw him into the harbor. Then, as he was running away, he accidentally set the crowd on the rest of the party. He didn’t realize the crowd became a mob of racists who wanted to murder them all. The party got away luckily, and Bottle has since apologized. For the first time in his life. So yeah, that was regrettable, if very fun for us all OoC.

22. What color was your first dragon?I think the first ones I ever had to deal with were two green and red hatchlings, who were playing with coins. My character spoke draconic at the time, so it did not end in bloodshed but instead with me polishing the coins and being led to their parents, who were metallic dragons. Because adoption.

23. Do you use premade modules or original campaigns? I mean, most of what I’ve played has been homebrew, although I am attempting to run the Tomb of Annihilation, and we played a bit of Curse of Strahd. But I think I love homebrew the most.

24. How much planning/preparation do you do for a game?Depends. I do think out my character’s backstory and develop it further between sessions, but sometimes I do small RPs with my DM pre-session to get a feel for my character a bit more.

For DMs

25. What have your players done that you never could have planned for?My players decided to go shopping when I had not prepared any type of store due to it being a small oneshot. They then decided to try and steal a dress, which the shopkeep nat20 noticed, the tried to flirt her way out of it only to learn the shopkeep was a gay elf who had the hots for the dragonborn fighter. They got the dress by paying him “in natura” with the Dragonborn taking his shirt off and playing a little tune on his lute. He got pulled into the backroom and had a lovely few hours, came out with a sparkly costume, and it had the table in stitches. Me included.

26. What was your favorite scene to write and show your charactersI haven’t written that many scenes myself yet, but I had great fun portraying an Eyewitness who had been locked up for 100 years, and who just couldn’t wait to get out. She was slightly… well, she talked to floating lights and really really REALLY wanted to go see the world. She made a deal with the adventurers that if they could wait a day, she would let them take the treasure she was watching over for free, since her contract would be over at that point. I pretended my hands were eyestalks for that one and portrayed her body with my head. That was a good time.Another good one was when I had Gnoll NPCs who attacked the party with wild laughter, acting out the motions while screeching at the top of my lungs was fun. Freaked my table out pretty well too. :P

27. Do you allow homebrew content?Hell yeah, I love homebrew. I try to keep it balanced though, but I am all for coming up with your own stuff.

28. How often do you use NPCs in a party?Not that often? I started it up in the ToA, but I haven’t gotten to actively use the guide yet.

29. Do you prefer RP heavy sessions or combat sessions? RP heavy sessions definitely. Combat can be fun to run, but I much prefer atmosphere over crunching numbers. Although describing finishing moves is really good.

30. Are your players diplomatic or murder hobos?Most of mine are diplomatic, I think the closest I got to a murder hobo was the flirting bard who tried to undress everyone. So actually, all of them prefer not to fight.

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31. What is your favorite class? Favorite race?I honestly loooooove the beast races. All of them. Class-wise I love me a caster, although monks are also good. I haven’t played every single class yet, so I’m still seeing whether there is one I truly dislike.

32. What role do you like to play the most? (Tank/healer/etc?)Healer. But tank is also fun.

33. How do you write your backstory, or do you even write a backstory?I write backstories for every character I’ve got. How they come about varies, sometimes it’s the idea that comes first and then build a character around it, and sometimes it’s “I want to play this” and I continue from there. I generally come up with it myself, but I have rolled up a backstory with Xanathar’s guide as well. The importance of the backstory depends on what kind of campaign I’m playing though. One of my DMs is really fucking good at making backstory matter in-game, whereas others I’ve played with didn’t work it in that well.

34. Do you tend pick weapons/spells for being useful or for flavor?A mix of both. Margret used to chase a thief around, so her pre-party spells are very much useful for this purpose, but fit in with her backstory as well. Thora has all her spells, but she picked whatever was most useful for the situations they were going to be in.

35. How much roleplay do you like to do?ALL. OF. IT.

#Anonymous #Alextblue #Ask #Whew that took me three hours to answer #I hope you all have a good time! #:D #DnD #Shtiya talks #A LOT #A whole lot #like 4k+ a lot #fuck if I had spent this much time on my essay I'd be a lot further along #XD #oh welllllllllllllllllllllllll #If anyone wants pictures of my characters hit me up and I shall provide

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21 - Kiss on a dare combined with 64 - Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward for plance

Hooo boy! This prompt possessed my soul and made me churn out 3,000 words just so the babies could kiss.  @hailqiqi I hope this does justice to the prompts. I love you and your amazing writing ability! 

You can find me on AO3 fromageinterrupted.

Fair warning, it does get somewhat T rated.

                                                   STB

This was was stupid. The whole thing was completely ridiculous and Pidge wanted none of it. The dumb town had lost their mind.

“Do I have to, Hunk?” She whined. She wasn’t much of a whiner, but the whole thing was getting out of hand and Hunk had her backed into a corner.

“Nu-uh. No way. You are not getting out of this. You AGREED to my terms and now you must pay the price.” He held their agreement over her head like some malevolent angel sent to deceive the desperate.

“Maybe we could alter the terms of our agreement? I’m sure I can come up with something else besides this.” She shoved her phone into his face, but he pushed it out of the way.

He grabbed her shoulders. “I got you the goods, now pay up.”

“God, they were just brownies, Hunk. Regular brownies at that. Not even frosted.”

She wanted to pretend that they were ordinary, but she knew better, everyone knew better. Hunk’s brownies were the literal best dessert in town. Everyone wanted them, but he insisted he had to be in the right mindset to make them and he had to love the person he was making them for, thus making them a sought-after and rare commodity. Pidge had to agree with this faulty logic because,one time she had one of his brownies he was coerced into making for their home-ec class-- a class Hunk could have taught with both hands behind his back-- and they were terrible. Though, she suspects he did that on purpose so the teacher would leave him alone the rest of the semester.

Pidge had needed his brownies. Hundreds of them. She was going to go to the summer program at Caltech if it killed her and she had to raise the money for the final payment somehow. All her spec work had dried up, so her mom suggested a bake sale. Pidge couldn’t bake to save her life, but Hunk was an angel (albeit an evil one-she knows this now) sent from heaven who agreed to offer his services for free...except one thing. She had to do whatever he wanted her to do for whole day. Which, at the time, seemed a pretty fair price.

The day had gone swimmingly; they hung out at his place, planted the starters for his summer vegetable and berry gardens, did some homework, then ended up at Shakes, a candy colored building with a giant spinning shake on the roof, a beacon of socialization for much of the town’s teen populous. Inside offered raised booths surrounding groups of tables that could be arranged in any configuration, some more quiet nooks off to the side, and a long counter with stools where the patron not traveling in a pack could order a darn good burger and shake, any flavor imaginable. Pidge and Hunk had taken up residence in one of the raised booths, offering them a full view of the daily drama that a collection of teens can bring, as well as shielding them from being front and center to the drama.

She had been lulled into a false sense of security that a good burger and a great shake could bring;  her trust in her friend was too great apparently.

“You’re going to do it, and you’re going to enjoy yourself. Sometimes Pidge-” Hunk sighed as if the burden of his friend’s singleness was too great,”- I think you’re made of stone.” He pinched her cheek and winked at her. His hand shot out to point suddenly  “Look! There he is now!”

Pidge swung her head over her shoulder to see where Hunk was pointing, her stomach dropping when she saw him. Lance McClain, resident co-captain of the swim team and the lead in all the school drama productions. He was as cliche as they come; tall, dark, and handsome. Or hawt-- “H. A. W. T. Won’t McClain Please Look at Me!?”--as the fanclub liked to say.

There were at least 12 seniors in his group. They had pulled together several tables and were lounging around them in one position or another, pretty girls in cheerleading outfits sitting on some the guys’ laps, other ones leaning over their burger baskets, their elbows on the table, fully invested in their dinner, one guy was doing the thing with the knife. He looked a little less than thrilled to be there and Pidge suspected his presence had everything to do with the girl he was sitting next to. Lance was sitting on the end, his chair turned sideways along the table, his long legs sticking out into the space left when they grouped the tables together. He was popular and well-liked and Pidge was....well...not. Popular that is. Sure she had a name for herself among the academic crowd, but she was persona non grata around the rest, no reason to get to know one of the teacher’s nerdy children.

Lance suddenly looked right at them, a smile blooming on his face when he spotted Hunk, then started waving. That’s right, Pidge remembered, Hunk was pretty popular and well-liked too.

“Hey Hunk! Hey Pidge!”-Huh?-Maybe not as unnoticed as she assumed. To be fair, he was good friends with Hunk, and Pidge had been around them several times during study sessions. Hunk waved backed, a crooked grin on his face. Pidge nodded at him over her shoulder and turned back to face Hunk.

He flipped her phone over, face up. “Turn it on Pidge. It’s time”.

She stared at it like it was a pen at a scantron test. “No Hunk. Please….”  She couldn’t do it. She was not brave enough.

As if he could read her mind Hunk responded, “You’re one of the bravest people I know. Besides, your brother made the app. Think of it as supporting your family.”

“My brother can go die for inventing that app. It’s ridiculous. Look around:” Everyone in the place had their phones face up, a colorful digital spinner visible on many of them. When they went dark, someone would get up and find someone else and they would kiss. Most of it was pretty vanilla, but they were teens and pretty hormonal. Pidge rolled her eyes.

“Spin the Bottle? Come on Hunk. Why is this popular? Why doesn’t everyone just use tinder?”

Hunk laughed, “Really, Pidge? Tinder? That’s for hooking up you know. STB is for fun. Just a little non-committal lippage among friends. Mostly harmless and a whole lot of fun.”

“Says the guy who has girls pretending the ‘bottle’ landed on you.” her food had come mid conversation so she took the opportunity to stuff a bunch of fries in her mouth in disgust.

Hunk chuckled, “And who am I to turn them away? I’m not in the habit of breaking girls’ hearts. Anyway, turn the app on Pidge.” He tapped her phone again.

Pidge wiped a hand across her mouth. “Alright, fine. Gimme.” She grabbed her phone and turned it on. The app already open on her phone, Hunk having started it up when they got to Shakes.  Lance’s name and current location displayed. Pidged shivered.

Matt had made a pretty good app actually. He developed software that could vet those who wanted to use the app, making sure high schoolers only met up with other high schoolers and so on. He’d made it for his senior project and school prank all in one. Spin The Bottle. Simple, easy to use, and it spread like wildfire. Everyone she knew had the app, and most everyone would open it during lunches at school and when they were hanging out at Shakes.

It worked like this: you would spin the colorful wheel on the screen, it would cycle through anyone signed up on the app and signed in at the time in the radius you choose at that time. Then, when it lands on a person, you find them and kiss them. You can always deny the kiss, but there was a leader board for both amount of kisses and time spent kissing. And, being the hormonal teens they all tended to be, the competition was strong.

Even though it was her brother’s creation, Pidge did not play STB. She was not “dtk” or whatever everyone said. Now Hunk’s evil design had placed her squarely in the game and she was...well..nervous. She had never kissed anyone before and this was a most public way of checking that off her list. Not to mention, she was already a wreck around Lance usually anyway. Where other’s flirted with people they liked, Pidge ignored them or made kind of mean comments. Both things she’s directed toward Lance numerous times.

She folded her hands in plea. “Please Hunk. Pretty Please. I can’t do this.”

Hunk stared her down. “You can and you will. Not only do you owe me for the brownies, but--and I’m sorry to bring this up-- you still owe me a dare.” A smug look of triumph crossed his face. Pidge could not believe this.

“I owe you a dare? How does that?...That doesn't even make sense Hunk!” It was ridiculous. “You can’t owe someone a dare.”

“Uhuh. Back in fifth grade, at Stinky’s birthday party, when we were playing ‘Truth or Dare’. Your mom came and got you before I could give you a dare. It’s time to--”

“-Don’t finish that.” She glared at him.

“Pidge, I dare you to kiss Lance McClain. Now get up. Get on with it.”  He had stood up, pulled Pidge to standing as well, placed her phone in her hand, and pushed her forward. She almost fell off the raised platform. “Wait!” her heels dug into the floor. “I. I have french fry breath. I can’t kiss-” Hunk cut her off.

“Open up.”

Her body must have decided to do it’s own thing regardless of her brain cause she opened her mouth wide. Hunk took the opportunity to dump quite a number of Tic Tac into it.

“There. Now chew those on the way over and you’re golden.” he gently shoved her off the platform.

Pidge stumbled forward before straightening herself up. There was no use in fighting it. If she was going to follow through on a dare from fifth grade and her promise to Hunk, she was going to do it right.

The Tic Tacs melted quickly leaving her mouth feeling cool and hopefully smelling nice as well.

Pidge held her phone in her hand, Lance’s name flashing as she came closer to him. His own phone was in his hands, his attention fully on the screen as STB alerted him to Pidge’s proximity. Everyone at the table fell silent as she stopped next to his outstretched legs. He looked up at her, a question in his pretty blue eyes.

“Katie?” Crap! She forgot Hunk signed her up using her real name. A million thoughts were running through her head as she contemplated her next move.

“Pidge? Your real name is Katie?” he kind of laughed “it’s cute, it suits you.”

Some of the initial nervousness left her stomach, replaced by the feeling of butterflies. Her cheeks warmed. “I..yes. I’m Katie.” real smooth Pidge.

Lance titled his head toward her phone, “Looks like we’re paired up on STB. You ready to do this?” Pidge though she saw something like hope in his eyes. Could he want to kiss her? Seems unlikely but here they were regardless. She looked over at Hunk in the distance, he gave her a thumbs up.

“As ready as I’ll ever be. Let’s do this McClain.” He straightened up and Pidge moved herself between his open legs. He was so tall (and she was, admittedly, very short) that Pidge wouldn’t have to bend down too much to align her lips with his. She leaned forward.

“Hold on Pidge.:” Lance pressed a button on his app accepting the STB pairing and reached out and did the same on hers. “We still have to find out how long this is going be.”

That’s right, Pidge forgot the length of the kiss was randomly generated by the app. Most everyone got 10 to 30 seconds, some 1 minute, and very few higher than that. The most time a couple could get was 5 minutes, but, she’s heard, that was very rare. Their apps flashed 3:00 in big red numbers. Dang! Three minutes? That seemed like a lot to Pidge. As someone who’s never kissed anyone before, this was daunting. Lance however seemed elated.

“WooHoo! No one ever gets over one minute. This is awesome.” He made some sort of look at Pidge, she assumed it was meant to be flirty and seduce her all at once. All it actually did was make her laugh a little. She responded with a bravado she did not possess. ‘“I don’t know McClain, think you can handle kissing me for three whole minutes?” She stared him down, judging his reaction.

He put his hands on her hips, pulling her toward him. “We’re about to find out, aren’t we?” The timer on the phones beeped signalling the start. Lance moved one hand to the back of her neck and pulled her head down toward his.

Pidge didn’t know what she had been expecting. Two people’s skin touching each other shouldn’t feel like this. Objectively, she had known she wanted to put her face on Lance’s face for some time even though she had no frame of reference for having this want.

She didn’t move for a moment. Lance’s lips were soft and warm as he moved them . He kept placing tiny kisses on her lips, barely any suction at all, and it felt incredibly good to Pidge. His next kiss pulled her bottom lip out just a little, and, as it snapped back into place, something other than Pidge’s brain took over.

Her lips did their own thing and she went with it. She started to repeat whatever Lance did. Soon the kiss became more intense. Lance had shifted both his hands back to her waist, his fingers sliding just under the hem of her shirt, barely grazing the skin there. She moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, sliding her hand through the hair at the nape. She pressed harder, tilting her head. Lance seemed to enjoy that because he pressed back, the time between their lips losing contact becoming nonexistent.  

A beep from their phones indicated a minute had passed. If felt like the fastest minute of Pidge’s life. She didn’t want three minutes to end. No amount of imagining kissing Lance had prepared her for how good it felt, how the butterflies in her stomach bloomed into something else entirely, some energy that flowed through her veins and warmed every inch of her. She wanted more from him, more from this kiss. Lance apparently did too because the next thing she knew his tongue had begun to trace the seam of her lips.

Pidge was no dummy. She had read a lot of source material, she knew french kissing was merely a part of kissing as a whole, but again, she was not prepared. She followed suit however, opening her mouth a little, giving unspoken permission to Lance to do his thing.

Which he wholeheartedly did. His tongue swept into her mouth, moving along her lips and running along her tongue, Pidge felt the overwhelming drive to reciprocate moving her tongue along his, astounded at the intimacy of this kiss.

The two minute beep sounded and Lance’s kisses became intense. He had pulled her so close to him their whole bodies were touching. His arms were holding her tight which Pidge was very thankful for, because what he was doing with his tongue and lips was leaving her weak in the knees. Somewhere in her mind she was chiding herself for being so cliche, but the rest of her was screaming for more. The game required the kiss be lip to lip, but she couldn’t help wanting him to kiss her neck, her ears, down her jaw, the possibilities were endless.

He made a noise, low and rich, that sent shivers through Pidge and made her toes curl. Their tongues were moving in unison now, their breathing getting faster. She was getting light-headed and overwhelmed. She was sure whatever was going on between them was something more than two acquaintances exchanging spit. Hunk may have been the better person at chemistry, but her and Lance were creating an explosive formula that seemed to be working very well.

BEEEEEEEP! The three minutes were up. Pidge tried to slow down, her task completed, but Lance didn’t stop, he kept slanting his lips over hers again and again. Then the whole restaurant started cheering and whooping. Reminded of their audience, Pidge pulled back abruptly, embarrassed by the show they just put on.

Lance however still had his eyes closed. His lips were puffy and red, his cheeks were flushed against his tan skin, his chest was rising and falling with rapid breaths. His tongue flicked out and licked the corner of his mouth. Pidge couldn’t help but want to kiss the spot his tongue had just been in. She shuddered.

Finally Lance opened his eyes. His lids still half lowered like he was coming out of some dream. Pidge could only assume the look on his face was one of desire because all she knew at that moment was how much she desired him too. He reached over and touched the “completed” button on the app.

“That was….” He stared at Pidge, his hands back on her hips. “....amazing. You...you want to hang out?” there was a note of unsurredness in his voice, Pidge didn’t understand why he would be remotely worried she wouldn’t say yes after that whole kiss, She pulled the words out of her fog of emotions. “Sure….maybe we could go sit with Hunk?” She glanced at Hunk in the corner booth, beaming at her. “Ooor…” She hesitated when Lance didn’t respond right away.

“No..that’s...fine. I mean..good. Maybe after we eat we can go somewhere?” His eyebrow raised in question.

Pidge flushed. “Sure. Let’s..hang out more.” She hoped she was conveying that she wanted to make-out with him more, but also get to know him better at the same time. That darn kissed had unlocked something in her and all she could think about was kissing him again. It wasn’t the point of the game, but somewhere along the way the game had been forgotten.

Lance stood up. Pidge had forgotten how tall he was, she had to crane her neck to see his face. She started doing calculation on how to remain in places where she could easily kiss him without serious calf exercises and high heeled shoes. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and they went to meet up with Hunk.

“See you later guys..” He finger-gunned at the group, the knife guy rolling his eyes at him.

Hunk was stifling his glee when they got to the booth. Lance and he high-fived. “Nice work there buddy, though I would have saved that for a more private location. “

Pidge grimaced, Lance responded “Thanks, Pidge deserves my best work. Next time I’ll keep it less public.”  

“Next time?” Pidge asked him in a slightly threatening way. Sure she absolutely wanted a next time, but she wanted him to ask, not assume. He rubbed his hand on the back of his head. “I mean..that is..if you agree to a next time.” It made Pidge’s stomach do flip-flops to see him squirm and ask her. “Yeah. Next time let’s not be so public.”

“Yeah!” Lance gave a triumphant fist pump to the air and sat back in the booth, patting the spot  beside him. “Have a seat Pidgey. Your food is cold, it’s my fault so I’ll get you more. “  

“First I need to go use the bathroom. I’ll be right back guys,” Pidge turned to leave, Hunk was still going on about Lance’s “moves”. They probably thought she couldn’t hear them. The last thing she heard Lance say before she was too far to make out their words was “Thanks man, that was totally worth helping you make hundreds of brownies.”

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This Could Be Worth The Risk, Worth The Guarantee

DAMMIT MORE NINJAS. Here’s your AO3 link.

"So," Ino said, playing with her salad "any progress on the specialist training program?" Sakura finally looks at her face and it's to scowl but Ino will take it. They came in here to celebrate Sakura's bonus but the entire situation feels awkward. In her head, when she envisioned grabbing dinner out with Sakura it was easy.

"Don't even get me started. Half the applications aren't suitable and when a training session starts another half is ruled out due to personality or inexperience. Honestly! Does nobody read the requirements? This isn't a Tokujo fast-track program."

There's the fire. Ino had been expecting something a lot closer to this Sakura tonight, the one who she saw in meetings and in the hallway, who hung around her office to do paperwork and snipe about outdated medical procedures. Between this Sakura and Ino conversation flowed between them like water, like this Ino was charming and funny enough to make that wrinkle in Sakura's forehead vanish or appear at will. Instead up until this point they had sat awkwardly in a dimly lit room both dressed up enough that it was noticeable to them, but not on par with the couples in the restaurant.

And there were a lot of couples.

Choji had told her that this was a good place to come, he had even made a reservation because Ino had been so busy lately. But apparently, he had neglected to account for anything besides the food. This was a date restaurant, and not a first date one either. This was anniversary material, proposal place material, rich red seating and cream walls, candles, and wine, everything she had imagined as a girl when someone said "romantic". Now when she thought of romantic it was cheerful smiles, lazy afternoons of quizzing each other, wandering the shopping district, the smell of sweets snuck onto rooftops after draining days. It's warmth and home and Ino needs it. Which is exactly why this situation is so uncomfortable.

Sakura hasn't dated anyone, at all, not before or after the war. After the Sasuke era which they both ignore wholeheartedly these days, it has been nothing but platonic affections. She never mentioned an interest in girls and Ino, while she's perfectly happy being bi as can be and can flirt with anything that wanders up to her, isn't about to put her oldest and most important relationship in danger just because of some very old and stubborn crush. But the atmosphere is perfect for wooing someone, perfect for all those warm and delicate feelings she has wrapped up inside her that she hasn't been able to eradicate. If she could Ino would be punching herself in the face and booking it to Suna where Temari always has a matter of fact ear to lend and a bottle of some wind country wine that could kill a lesser woman. This evening is testing her ability to think things through. When it comes to Sakura, Ino has always been more on the impulsive side than she would like.

"Are you even listening?"

Ino's arm slips, the cheek she'd been resting on it taking a sudden drop and nearly hitting the table. Damn. She wants to say that she had been listening but she'd been a bit busy getting caught up in her own fantasy world.

"I'm fine!"

"You have been doing that a lot lately Ino, are you sure?" To be fair she's been having a lot of fantasies lately, mostly involving Sakura's bare arms that have been showcased in a last defiant middle finger to the oncoming winter. Since the whole Kaguya... incident Ino has no doubts that if the gods of nature weren't afraid to face her, Sakura would defeat them all and demand eternal summer as her prize."I'm fine Sakura."

"No," she hisses out, temper fraying a lot sooner than normal "You aren't. You keep looking away, or zoning out. Are you that bored of me Ino?" her voice is rising and a few other tables are looking their way. "Am I so uninteresting that you have to lie to me?"

"What the hell Sakura?"

"Can I get you ladies anything?" a server asks warily as she approaches.

"You can get me an answer as to why my best friend is mad." Ino mutters, but apparently not as quietly as she thought.

"Best friend." In a second Sakura is standing and grabbing her bag, eyes flashing. Fuck, Ino hates and loves this. Her best friend is stunning when she's angry and willing to take on the world, absolute beauty, but it's not much fun when it's directed at her. Modest high heels click on the wood and Sakura is up, she's walking away and Ino is throwing herself out of her chair after her, too much money tossed on the table blindly.

"Wait!" It's stupid but Ino flings out a hand and grips Sakura's wrist. If she wanted Sakura could break that hold, fling her into a wall and stomp away. But she stops walking and whirls about.

Oh. Those eyes are wide and damp, her face going red. It's like that first glimpse from childhood except that this time Ino has caused it somehow. "Ino let go."

"Sakura what is going on?"

"I don't want to be here. I'm not a joke." She sniffles and Ino's soul cracks and aches. She had promised never again, she'd never make Sakura feel that way again but what did she do? The other woman lets out a shaky breath like this is the most complicated jutsu she's ever tried: like the next words will cost her everything. "My feelings," she says clearly, slowly, the words crystalizing and falling from her lips like flawless drops of rain "are not a joke."

It's not as if she doesn't know what she's doing, but as her hand lets go of Sakura's wrist (heartbreak in those eyes but confusion immediately after) and cups her cheek. She doesn't think of looking attractive to a prospective partner or how to lure someone in and get information, it's just this is all she can do. Press lips to lips as if kissing her best friend, her closest companion, the woman she thinks she might love, will send those feelings and longing through touch alone. Then Sakura is kissing back. There aren't fireworks or rose petals, but it's somehow better. She feels safe and warm, held and cherished, like all the fault lines in her are reinforced and she could take on the world with how fast her heart is beating.

When they part Ino can hear cheering, sighs, a wolf whistle, but her eyes are only on Sakura who has turned pink as her hair and looks like for once Ino is the one knocking the air out of someone's lungs in a spar. "But I thought- it seemed like a date place. And you never-" 

"I never? You never, Sakura." she presses their foreheads together and feels light, as if she could float. She giggles a bit. "We're idiots aren't we?" Sakura laughs, tears still in her eyes and voice but much brighter than before.

"Hey, Ino-pig?" Ino laughs at that old nickname, a barb turned gentle over time, a little unsteady herself.

"Yeah Billboard-brow?"

"Let's leave. I don't want to be here." Sakura says as the other patrons keep watching.

"Together?"

"Together."

#Ino Yamanaka #Sakura Haruno #SakuIno #naruto series #these two are great #and anyone who disagrees is invited to fight me #fic #writing #Gohan caused this I'm not even sorry

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Chapter Nine: The Circle and the Brotherhood

Okay, we start out a little stressful bc Jace says they’re gonna take the subway back to the Institute and Simon jokes around like “you guys take the subway but you’re demon hunters haha” and this happens:

Jace was scary-calm. His face was expressionless, but something burned at the backs of his eyes.

Um, are we not supposed to be worried about this? Jace should be working on this problem!! Why is he so mad at Simon? Oh, that’s right, he thinks that Simon is competition for Clary. And that’s enough for him to get this angry at Simon. I’m sure everyone can tell why this is unhealthy.

Simon proves to be an actual idiot when they get to the Institute. The Institute is housed in an old church, and for some reason Simon can’t comprehend that old buildings can be used for something else.

“It’s the Institute,” Clary said . . . “I thought it ws a church.” “It’s inside a church.” “Because that’s not confusing.”

This is New York City!! The home of remodeling!!! My aunt’s apartment used to be a house! My brother’s camp used to be an apartment! Things can be other things!! Oh my god!!!

They meet Isabelle in the kitchen, where she’s stress cooking. Oh, I remember this! She sucks at cooking but does it when she’s stressed. It’s actually really cute. I stress cook too! Once I made soup from scratch at 3 AM. (My psychiatrist said, verbatin, “That’s worrisome.”)

But then of course we get the typical annoying thing, where Simon stares at Isabelle “rapt and openmouthed”. I think I speak for most people when I say that someone staring at you with their mouth open is creepy. And weird. When was the last time you looked at someone like that? Hopefully never! Blergh, it’s like the way creepy men stare at you on the street. And then Clary gets jealous of Isabelle. So, that’s fun. Love that girl-on-girl hate. I’ve never felt the urge in my life to hurt a girl bc she was prettier than I am. I can’t imagine feeling that way. Sometimes I’ll say jokingly “she’s so pretty, I’m mad”, but I’ve been trying to cut back on that bc I don’t mean it, it’s something that’s been programmed into me to say. But Clary literally wants to throw the soup over Isabelle’s head. Okay.

There’s a tiny bit of worldbuilding that’s also kind of cute, which is that Isabelle “got the recipe from a water sprite at the Chelsea Market.” Well, most people would just say “Chelsea Market” without that article in front of it, but I still like it. Idk, maybe I’m just a sucker for magical New York. Vampires on the Upper East Side? Give me. Werewolves taking advantage of Central Park? Hell yes! Magicians in Greenwich Village? Duh, sign me up. So, little mentions like this make me happy. The worldbuilding is still shit, but this is some nice stuff.

Jace snarks at Clary for eating all the sandwiches at Dorothea’s, and it’s maddening. Those sandwhiches were the first thing she ate for a whole day! Let women eat their fill without judging them!! Arggghhhh!!!!

For some reason, Jace isn’t sure if they should tell Hodge that the men with Luke were the ones that killed his father. I guess bc he thinks that Hodge won’t let them go out and investigate? Idk. Like, we all know that Hodge is Evil Giles, but Jace doesn’t know that. He tells Isabelle that they’re going to Hodge, but they might not tell him about the men being his father’s killers, and this exchange happens:

[Isabelle] shrugged. “All right. Are you going to come back? Do you want any soup?” “No,” said Jace. “Do you think Hodge will want any soup?” “No one wants any soup.” “I want some soup,” Simon said. “No, you don’t,” said Jace. “You just want to sleep with Isabelle.” Simon was appalled. “That is not true.” “How flattering,” Isabelle murmured into the soup, but she was smirking. “Oh, yes it is,” said Jace. “Go ahead and ask her—then she can turn you down and the rest of us can get on with our lives while you fester in miserable humiliation.” He snapped his fingers. “Hurry up, mundie boy, we’ve got work to do.”

So much. So much. I’m short-circuiting. First of all, it’s so incredibly disrespectful to Isabelle for Jace to talk this way. If I were her, I’d be so uncomfortable. And I know that Jace knows her and her comfort limits, but it’s still disrespectful. Secondly, Jace is so mean. And Clary does call him out for it, but who even knows what she sees in him. He’s so fucking mean. And mean characters are fine. They’re great. But I’m just confused why everybody is falling the fuck in love with Jace. It makes zero sense to me. Jace is set up as this paradigm of a romantic partner and it’s like,,, what??? This Jace???

Clary calls Jace an asshat. An asshat. In our year of the Lord (checks copyright date) 2007. Actually, makes sense. Fandom was Like That. Everyone being vaguely British. I wasn’t technically on the fandom scene for anything back then, but in my fanfiction phase, I did some serious digging into the past. And all this fandom dialect makes sense when you remember that CoB is repurposed HP fanfiction.

Jace claims that he was trying to save Simon from heartbreak bc “Isabelle will cut out his heart and walk all over ti in high-heeled boots. That’s what she does to boys like that.”

Clary APOLOGIZES to Jace for snapping at him. Like, the Jace who was so brutally mean to Simon just now? The Jace who is constantly rude to her? The Jace who talks down to her and is so freaking patronizing? Is she apologizing to that Jace? Mmmmmkay.

Ugh, apparently Maryse, Isabelle’s mom, is usually the cook. So it’s the women who like cooking in this book. Got it. Usually 7 people live here, right? Isabelle, Alec, their brother, their parents, Hodge, and Jace. Two women. Five men. And the only people who cook? The women. Cool, cool, cool. Okay. Got it. Thanks.

Wait, this is weird. Apparently Maryse never taught Isabelle how to cook because, according to Jace:

“Isabelle never wanted to learn. She’s always been first and foremost interested in being a fighter. She comes from a long line of women warriors,” he said, and there was a tinge of pride in his voice. “She’s one of the best Shadowhunters I’ve ever known.”

So, huh. A lot to unpack. Isabelle likes to cook, right? So why wouldn’t she want to learn? And why are cooking and fighting mutually exclusive? There’s so much weird stuff going on here. Clare writes the women as the only ones who cook. I don’t like that because she’s basically saying, “Cooking is something that women do, not men.” And now, because it’s a traditionally feminine thing (which it doesn’t have to be anymore now that most men aren’t out hunting all day), Isabelle doesn’t want to do it. And the narrative accepts that as normal, that women should want to divorce themselves from traditionally feminine things, which in my opinion is still sexism. Except that Isabelle likes to cook. So why wouldn’t she let her mom teach her? Does any of this make sense, you guys?

I AM CONFUSION

For some reason, Clary desperately wants to know if Alec is a better Shadowhunter than Isabelle. Not sure why. Jace replies that Alec has never killed a demon. Interesting. Not sure how that’s possible, but okay. They meet Hodge in the greenhouse, and the prose is truly awful:

Clary exhaled. “It smells like . . .” Springtime, she thought, before the heat comes and crushes the leaves into pulp and withers the petals off the flowers.

Slow down there, Emily Dickinson. Anyhow, Jace tells Hodge about their adventures, except for the fact that the warlocks were the ones who killed his dad. Still not sure why, still don’t really care.

“And [the warlock’s] names were . . .” “Pangborn,” said Jace. “And Blackwell.” Hodge had gone very pale. Against his gray skin the scar along his cheek stood out like a twist of red wire. “It is as I feared,” he said, half to himself. “The Circle is rising again.”

There are so many other quotes like that from HP, but I’m not about to reread all 7 books to find them.

Neither Jace nor Clary knows what the circle is, and Hodge ominously leads them to the library. There’s some annoying, edgy description about the libary. Then Hodge pulls out the Death Eaters’, I mean the Circle’s, manifesto. He reads some creepy stuff from it about swearing his life to the Circle “in order to preserve the purity of the bloodlines of [Elba]”. So, you know, creepy. He explains that he used to be part of a group of Shadowhunters that followed Valentine. They wanted to kill all muggles, ahem, Downworlders when the Downworlders arrived in Elba to sign the Accords. For some worldbuilding reason, they have to be signed every fifteen years.

I’m going to cry. I just can’t. A group of magical supremacists who follow a leader whose name starts with the letter V. Please, someone set me free from this hell. Jace recognizes this story; apparently, this was the Uprising. Somehow the Clave managed to wipe out every mention of the Circle, though. Not sure how. Sounds a little bit like a scary place to live, if the government can just wipe out information like that. A healthy government would say, “This was something terrible that our country did. Nobody forget. We must do better.” But apparently Elba is some sort of fascist hothouse. Also, I’m confused what the point of erasing the Circle was if everyone still remembers the Uprising. Whatever.

Hodge finally admits that he used to be part of the Death Eaters, and even helped write the manifesto. Double bombshell, Clary’s mom used to be in it to.

“My mother would never have belonged to something like that. Some kind of—some kind of hate group.” “It wasn’t—,” Jace began, but Hodge cut him off.”

Okay, tell me what it wasn’t, Jace? It wasn’t a hate group? They wanted to kill all the Downworlders bc they were just so full of love? No, tell me. I’m interested.

Anyway, Hodge triple-bombshells Clary by telling her that Jocie wouldn’t have much choice in the matter bc she was Valentine’s wife. Let’s just ignore the fact that Jocie still is on the hook for being part of a suprmacist organization and end part one. That’s right, guys! Part one is finished, finito, finis. See you on the flip side.

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