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thievinghippo · 5 years

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Fic Update: The Longest Distance (61/100)

Fandom: The Adventure Zone

Pairing: Barry Bluejeans/Lup Taaco

Rating: Teen

Summary: “Time is the longest distance between two places.” - Tennessee Williams. 100 cycles. 100 moments. How Barry and Lup’s relationship evolves over 100 years.

Chapter Summary: Taako makes an early exit. Barry tries something new. Lup just needs more wine.

(Read on Ao3!)

Cycle Sixty-One

It’s always the day after Taako dies that sucks the most. Like, the day of sucks, especially if there’s no warning. But the day after is even worse. Cause most of the time? She forgets when she wakes up.

You’d think after sixty plus years she’d remember that they’ve basically all become recyclable. But no. She woke up in a good mood, thanks to Barry and his skilled hands, and then promptly remembered that her brother is dead.

Early in the cycle, too. Which totes makes it worse.

Whatever. She’s going to deal with things like the mature, rational adult she is.

Which means drinking.

Lup grabs a bottle of white wine for her and a bottle of whiskey for Barry. She can tolerate whiskey, but tonight she wants to get drunk. And her go to for that is wine.

Without even bothering to grab glasses - why bother? - Lup heads into their room. Barry’s sitting at the desk, pouring over an ancient looking tome. He really does love his ancient looking tomes.

He looks up and smiles when their eyes meet. Lup’s breath catches; she will never tire of the way Barry looks at her. Never. “Need anything?” he asks quietly.

He doesn’t waste time with obvious questions, like ‘everything okay?’ or ‘how are you feeling?’ Because the answer to those questions are obvious to anyone who isn’t an idiot. And Barry isn’t an idiot.

“Catch,” Lup says, tossing the bottle of whiskey to Barry.

He catches it easily and without hesitating, starts to unscrew the cap. Lup decides to forgo manners and pulls out the cork from her bottle with her teeth. She doesn’t take a drink yet, though.

“We toasting?” Barry asks.

Lup sits on the edge of the bed and closes her eyes. This bed, a bed that used to be Barry’s but is now theirs, is one of her favorite places in the universe. It’s the place where she and Barry bone, or make love as Barry is want to say when he’s in a sentimental mood.

It’s more than that, though. It’s where they talk late into the night. And sometimes they don’t talk at all. But it’s here where Lup realized not just how much she’s loved, but even more important, how worthy she is of that love. And yes, she’s absolutely rolling her eyes at herself right now.

Basically the bed makes her happy and she’s done being all cheesy about it.

“Fuck, yeah, we’re toasting,” Lup says, patting the space next to her. “You can get trashed tonight, right? No experiments need tending?”

“We’re good,” Barry says as he stands up. He raises his arms over his head to stretch, exposing a bit of his belly. As far as she’s concerned, he’s got the best belly in the entire freaking universe and somehow she manages to keep herself from giving him raspberries or something.

She’s a superhero.

Once he’s sitting next to her, Lup brings up her legs so they’re tucked underneath her, while Barry puts his arm around her shoulder. They had a toast at dinner last night with the rest of the crew, but it never seems enough. Not for Taako.

“To Taako,” Lup says, raising her bottle of wine. “Bastard got himself killed while wearing my favorite leggings. They’re ruined forever now. So fuck you, Taako.”

“We mourn not just the man, but also the leggings,” Barry says. He’s trying to keep a straight face and it’s not quite working and it’s absolutely adorable.

“Hey, my ass looked really good in those leggings,” Lup says as she takes a long swig of wine. It’s not the best wine she’s ever had, but she highly approves the alcohol ratio, so it will do.

Barry chugs way more than she expects for the first swallow. She hopes her boy’s not drinking on an empty stomach, cause otherwise he is gonna be trashed. And soon.

“You know your ass always looks good,” Barry says, kissing her temple.

She doesn’t, actually, but the reminder helps. “So,” she says after taking another sip of wine, “now that we’ve gotten the formalities out of the way. Truth or dare?”

“Why not?” Barry asks with a little laugh. “But I’m setting up ground rules this time. No nakedness outside our room.”

“Then what’s the point of even playing?”

“You’re not the one who had to explain themselves to Davenport,” Barry says, pointing at himself. “I did.”

“And it was fucking hilarious,” Lup says as she moves to straddle his lap. “You were so embarrassed. You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”

Lup doesn’t move as Barry leans forward and kisses her. “Thought you said I was always cute.”

She laughs and gives him another kiss. A big ol’ lingering one. With tongue. “And you are. But you were extra cute when you were talking to Davenport. Covering your ding-dong with a book.”

“I’m sort of trying to block that traumatic experience from my memory, Lup,” Barry says. “I’m just grateful no one else saw.”

It’s true that no one else saw him in the hallway except Davenport. But it’s also true that Lup told Taako about the incident in detail the next day. And she’s pretty sure Taako told Magnus. Who might have told Merle. Who then probably blabbed to Lucretia.

But no one has said anything to Barry about it, so it’s basically like she kept everything to herself. She’s an excellent girlfriend that way.

Lup takes another chug of wine - and by chug, she means chug - and realizes it’s going right to her head. Probably a good thing. Drunk like this, the pain from losing Taako is dulled a bit. That and just spending time with Barry helps.

“So truth or dare?” Barry asks as he presses his lips against her throat.

“I never agreed to your conditions,” Lup says with a smile. She’s gonna, of course. The last thing she wants is to make Barry uncomfortable. But it’s the principle of the thing. “But okay. Only nakedness in our room.”

She’s getting a little uncomfortable, straddling Barry like this, so she stands up and perches herself on the edge of the desk. Most of the time with these games, she chooses dare, cause yolo, right? But tonight she decides to mix it up and says, “Truth.”

“Wait, what? Shit,” Barry says before taking a swallow of whiskey. “Way to put me on the spot. Now I’ve got to think of a question.”

“I’ve got complete faith in you,” Lup says, crossing her legs to show them off at their best.

Barry blows out some air from his lips. “Fuck, I’m so bad at this,” he mutters. Lup just folds her hands on her lap, trying to look as innocent as possible. “Wait, I’ve got one. What is your favorite thing about yourself?”

Lup takes a moment and really thinks about the question. If anyone else asked her that, she’d flip her hair and say something like there’s too many to choose from and I hate playing favorites.

But it’s Barry who’s asking and he gets her best, even when it’s answering a silly truth or dare question. “Physically or like personality?”

“Let’s say both.”

“Then that totally counts as two questions and I’m gonna make you do two dares or two truths next round,” Lup says. “Fair is fair.”

“Fair is absolutely fair,” Barry says. “So what’s the answer?”

She drums her fingers on her thighs, trying to figure out the answers. “Well, I think you’ll agree that physically, my legs are fucking amazing.”

“No argument here,” Barry says with a grin. “Just like your ass. And your breasts. And your arms and your shoulders and basically everything.”

Lup laughs, cause how can she not? Give the boy an inch and he’ll take a fucking mile. She loves it. “Then mentally? Dunno. Give me a second to think.”

Barry nods, taking a swig of whiskey. He’s got to be drunk by now. She certainly is. And now she’s got to think of answers to questions. Ugh. She should have just chosen dare.

“Well?”

“No rushing,” Lup says, waving her hands at him. She opens her mouth to answer, but then closes it. Then she finally settles on an idea. “I don’t take people’s bullshit. And that’s for anything. If I see bullshit, I call it out and do something about it.”

Lup tilts her head, thinking of that answer. Everyone on the Starblaster would answer that question differently, she’s sure. But that’s one of the reasons they all work so well together as a team. They all bring something different to the table.

“That’s a good answer,” Barry says softly.

She smiles and it dawns on her that she’s not feeling quite as crappy as she did before. Taako’s death is still weighing on her a bit, but she’ll see him in a couple of months. Him not being here won’t keep her from being amazing.

“Truth or dare,” she asks, trying to think of a question, cause she’s pretty sure even with the conditions, Barry’s gonna say truth.

“Dare.”

Lup bites her lip. Ooh, she did not expect that at all. She loves it when he keeps her on her toes. Putting the bottle of wine down next to her, she hitches her finger at him. “Come over here and I’ll show you.”

The game simply becomes Dare after that.

#the adventure zone #the adventure zone: balance #barry bluejeans #lup taaco #blupjeans #hippo writes fanfiction #the longest distance

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taztaas · 6 years

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Back in the day, the kind of fics where characters would inexplicably turn into children were super popular on ff.net, or at least in the fandom I was in.

But anyway, I was bored at work today so I thought up some half-assed “taz characters as toddlers” headcanons, feel free to comment if you have better ideas :D

Davenport: talks a lot. like non-stop talking from the moment he wakes up until he falls asleep. no one can understand what he's saying but he doesn't mind at all, he just keeps blabbing. likes bathtime because then he can play with toy boats

Barry: has a blue blanket that he drags everywhere with him, sometimes wears it like a cape. hates water in every shape and form

Lup & Taako: almost always holding hands or touching each other in some way. they talk in a language that no one else understands. lup is afraid of the dark. taako is a picky eater unless he and lup share the plate. unable to sleep unless they’re next to each other

Magnus: likes dogs but starts to cry when they get too close to his face. has no sense of self-preservation. his top priority when outside is to find a cool stick and wave it around

Merle: always up to his elbows in dirt. refuses to eat green things. likes flower crowns and the beach

Lucretia: likes to draw a lot, loves being read to. hates doing stuff alone, is usually trailing after someone with a book in her hand

BONUS

Ren: likes to make cakes and stuff out of sand and other things she finds outside, likes to offer them to people and gets mad when they won't eat but other than that she likes everyone and smiles a lot

Julia: isn't afraid of anything or anyone. if she stumbles and gets a scrape on her knee, she just gets back up again and keeps going. if she doesn't want to do something she hides under a table and bites anyone who tries to get her out

Kravitz: kind of a serious kid, doesn't smile much but doesn't cry or fuss either. doesn't ask for attention, seems to be content doing his own thing (like collecting pretty stones) but is absolutely ecstatic when given attention. doesn't want to let go once someone holds him

#taastalks #the adventure zone

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mslullabies · 7 years

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wrote a little fat-positive ficlet based on this headcanon – although note that this does not feature or discuss eating disorder!Taako, just stressed lonely and unhappy!Taako. do not read if you are not into fatness being portrayed as a good thing.

Magnus is on the bar stool on the opposite side of the kitchen counter, watching Taako make diplomat cream.

"Why diplomat cream?" Magnus had asked, making trouble on purpose, holding back a grin, "Why not just custard?"

"Excuuuuuuse me!?" Taako had all but shrieked, and banished Magnus to the bar stool, where he couldn't sneak fingerfulls of the cream he was so obviously unworthy of.

The banishment also got him out of Taako's personal space, which Magnus knows he's been encroaching on a little too much ever since they saved the world. He doesn’t mean to, it’s just -

He remembers everything in its proper order now, remembers all the people he loves and all the ways he grew to love them, but his sense memories still trip him up sometimes. His body doesn’t have it straight. For a while his ears held on to this timeline of Merle's voice - the warmth in it growing deeper over the course of a hundred years, and then his voice was gone entirely, and then it was filled instead with tired obstinacy, before slowly growing warmer, more affectionate, again. Magnus knew in his head why those changes happened, but it's like his ears couldn't let go of the strangeness. Ears don't know about interdimensional travel, they don't know about memories stolen and returned.

That, at least, had faded in the months that followed the almost-apocalypse, probably because Magnus hears Merle’s voice plenty often, but with Taako it’s different.

Magnus has had his arms around Taako exactly three times: there was the first time Lup died, and Taako had been... Magnus had carried him back to the Starblaster, and his weight in Magnus's arms had been a comfort of sorts - the heavy, tear-soaked reality of him, the shake of his girth as he sobbed, his pain and the ache Magnus felt for him marking them both as undeniably alive. Then there was the third time they'd lost Cap'nport, and lost him when he'd been right beside Magnus, not even six inches away. One of the only things Magnus can remember from the days that had followed is the sound of a put-upon sigh, and then a sturdy warmth all around him, the soft press of Taako's body against his chest, the way he had felt when Magnus finally managed to lift his arms and hold him in return – a thick comforting squish giving way to a solid core of strength.

And then most recently, after the destruction of Phandalin, he'd caught Taako in the moon base’s observatory - his slight shape silhouetted against the sunset, tendons showing in the back of his hand as he’d gripped the telescope and looked down at that crater of glass. Taako had immediately pretended to be looking at something else, and Magnus, unremembering, had looped an arm around his shoulders and squeezed him. He’d gotten a good second and a half in maybe before Taako had shrugged away. Taako had been skinny and sharp-edged then, and even pressed up against him, Magnus hadn’t thought anything of it, of what might have made Taako that way. His fingers could have met around Taako’s arm, and he’d had no idea what that actually meant.

Now Taako's got his nose in the air as he pointedly faces away from Magnus and vigorously whisks heavy cream into whipped cream. Magnus can see the muscles in his arm move, but the lines of them are diffuse and gentle. The reverberations of his stirring jiggle through his side. Now Taako is thick and hale and his skin is smooth and glowing and his eyes shine and Wonderland or no, he is as gorgeous as Magnus can ever remember him. Magnus understands what happened, how Taako got so thin and how he got chubby again, it makes sense in his brain - but his body cannot shake the feeling of the narrow ridge of Taako's shoulders against the underside of his arm. He can't get rid of this urge to put his arms around Taako and feel that he's well and happy and not alone and isn't afraid to cook or to eat anymore. He wants that feeling to overtake the memories his body made when neither of them were their whole selves.

"Ya know, I can get you an 8 by 10 if you want," Taako says without turning around, and Magnus realizes it’s been several minutes and he’s gone from watching Taako cook to just kind of staring at him.

"Yeah, you already gave me like a dozen," he answers, laughing.

"So then what's with the star gazing?" Taako asks as he tests the peaks of the cream. He sets the bowl down on the counter, apparently satisfied, and turns to face Magnus.

Magnus shrugs dismissively and looks away. Hugs aren’t exactly Taako’s jam, and he doesn’t want to make him feel weird or obligated about it.

Taako sighs.

“Listen, I’m normally all about just bottling that shit right up, but just this one time I think I’d rather you spat it out. Not that I don’t want you around, but you have kinda been right on my jock lately, and that real estate is in high demand. What gives, homeboy, what’s going on?”

Magnus debates internally for a split second, and then gives up the ghost. He doesn’t have it in him to give Taako the brush off, and there’s no law that says they have to get into details about it.

“I kinda want a hug,” he says, and smiles when Taako’s eyebrows shoot up. “But I know you’re not into that, so don’t worry about it. I’ll uh. I’ll bottle that shit right up.”

Magnus isn’t sure what he’s expecting Taako’s response to be, but what he gets is Taako whirling around, leaning halfway out of the window over the sink and looking left and right as if checking for intruders. He withdraws and pulls the shutters closed, then goes and performs the same comical look-around at the doorway leading to the dining room. Apparently satisfied, he turns around and shoots Magnus a conspiratorial look.

“Ok, you can’t go blabbing about this to everybody,” he says in a stage-whisper as he comes around the counter to Magnus’s bar stool. “Part of how I make sure the demand stays high is by keeping the supply low, ya feel me?”

“Uh, yeah?” Magnus guesses, still not sure where this is headed.

“Good,” Taako says firmly. Then he holds out his arms.

Magnus slides off the bar stool and into the hug Taako is offering on instinct or reflex or something, no conscious thought to it at all. It doesn’t even occur to him to laugh at how ridiculous Taako is until he’s already there, and then he’s too busy getting a little choked up.

Taako doesn’t feel the least bit fragile or sharp-edged, just sturdy and soft and substantial, so Magnus squeezes him tightly, and the circle his arms make around him is big and wide and right. He can feel something inside himself click back into proper alignment, like feeling a joint move more easily after it’s popped.

“You don’t have to be a fuckin creep about it, ok?” Taako says into Magnus’s neck. Magnus just nods, his throat too closed up to bother defending himself.

Taako allows the hug for another moment before patting Magnus’s back in that way that means ‘done now,’ and Magnus lets him go.

“I mean it,” Taako says immediately, pointing a finger in Magnus’s face, “Don’t go telling people about this.”

“Ok,” Magnus says, amused and still a little dazed with relief.

“I can’t have the likes of Kravitz and Ango thinking they can just get all up in here whenever they want.”

Magnus manages a laugh at that. “Not even Kravitz gets the unlimited hugs pass?”

“Especially not Kravitz, are you kidding me. He’s gotta earn it every time.”

Taako sashays back around the counter and reaches over the sink to open the shutters again, and although shutting them hadn’t made the kitchen dim by any means, the sunlight streaming in feels refreshingly bright and clean.

#Magnus Burnsides #is def the kinda guy who lives very much in his body ya know?#Taako #soft shell taako #fat positive #fat!Taako #chubby!Taako #The Adventure Zone #fic #ficlet #might clean this up and put it on ao3 #but might also be a coward and not do that #might also write another thing about this topic but from Lucretia's perspective #bc i can imagine that seeing Taako all skinny might be the first sign that her plan for him had not gone as well as she'd hoped

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lupienne · 3 years

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Feeling inspired. Might try to finish a Neegs one shot tonight.

Of course this is usually what happens: Get inspired at work, then later at home it goes poof. Cruel writing woes.

#Lup blabs #How many times have I made posts like 'might finish a fic later'#'might work on this wip'#And it never happens #Lol #Ah well #Not like I have a captive audience anyway or anything Lmao

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lupienne · 3 years

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https://www.cbr.com/negan-comics-different-series-walking-dead/

I knew this article would irritate me just seeing the title. And it did not disappoint. Do these so-called article writers even research what they're stating as apparent truth? Apparently fucking not.

TV Negan Salt ahead! Sort of. Lol

However, Negan is a highly engaging character himself, one who has transitioned from villain to hero. This wasn’t so clear cut in the comics, though,

Why wasn't it so clear cut in the comics? I thought it was pretty fucking clear. And without the need to fucking retcon naughty actions hoping the audience's 3-second attention span will just forget about it.

Negan Was Actually A Used-Car Salesman In The Comic

For some reason, the TV series didn’t adapt Negan’s background as a used-car salesman, instead settling on establishing him as a gym teacher by profession. This was the background of the character before the zombie apocalypse took place.

The TV series left out Negan’s use of his talking skills to get his prospective customers to purchase his cars, with the gym teacher history not really factoring into anything. His part-time work as a used-car salesman was meant to show how Negan wanted some level of control in his own affairs.

Hey, you want to know the real reason the tv show left this out? BECAUSE IT'S NOT IN THE FUCKING COMIC. ANYWHERE.

He isn't shown selling cars. He isn't shown using his 'skills to get customers to purchase cars.'

The car salesman thing is in his wiki, because someone took a JOKE by Kirkman in the Letters section of the comic seriously.

HE IS NOT A CAR SALESMAN ANYWHERE IN COMIC CANON.

Research, what's that? Duhrrr.

The TV series probably wanted to avoid painting Negan as too much of a weirdo, as the comics’ version was very vocal in his uncomfortable obsession with the bat and how he described the ways he wanted to love it.

Negan is supposed to be a fucking weirdo, not some boring normal. He's supposed to be obsessed with Lucille and personify her, and even risk his safety to keep her 'safe'.

Puh, at least comic Negan isn't a 50 year old lecher.

What the TV series hasn’t adapted is the character’s preference for violence even after he had turned into one of the good guys.

He displayed this when he took out Brandon, having killed the boy purely because he wanted to despite Brandon’s idolization of him. Meanwhile, the TV version killed Brandon due to the latter’s villainy as he had originally wanted Brandon to leave him alone

Oh, you mean how the show retconned him into a pure little Saint like he got a lobotomy while he was in prison?

Fucking wrong. Comic Negan didn't kill Brandon Rose just because '"he wanted to". He killed him because Brandon was a fucking sociopath who wanted everyone in Alexandria (including Negan's darling Ricky-poo) to die. He actively let Negan out to make this happen. Negan killed him to eliminate a threat. Oh and because he was annoying. Sure. Lol.

Also, Comic Negan has a willingness to do violence. Not necessarily a preference.

This was an exclusion of the source material, where Negan willingly exiled himself after seeing the failure of his ways.

His reasoning to do so was to pay for his sins, especially the fact that he’d made Maggie a widow. Comic book Negan remained so steadfast over wanting to be in exile that he continued to do so more than two decades later by the end of the comic series.

I'm not sure this is true. I think Negan would've stayed in Alexandria if Rick had let him. I'm not sure how willingly he lived alone, considering he was unhappy being so disconnected from others. Also, with Negan Lives, we know he at least traveled with Lucy for a while.

as he wasn’t keen on using firearms. He only did so begrudgingly during the Whisperer war, while always favoring the use of Lucille.

Negan uses guns in Here's Negan and even says they're cool. Later he tells Rick it's stupid to use guns on the dead. He's got a lot of armed guys protecting his back so he didn't really need one. Also he didn't begrudgingly anything in the Whisperer War. He wanted to have a gun!

His God Complex, Where People Would Follow His Every Command

The TV series made sure to leave this part of Negan’s characterization out, as it depicted him as an opportunist who used people as a resource rather than disposing of them after they outlived their importance. The comic book version veered heavily toward him being worshipped, proving his God complex.

Since Negan’s violent tendencies were toned down in general, it’s more than likely that the TV series didn’t adapt this part of Negan to avoid making him an irredeemable villain. Still, it’s a pretty vital part of his personality from the comics that didn’t show up onscreen.

This is so laughably wrong that you know that this writer never read the comic. I can't even. All of this shit is more indicative and more dialed up in the TV VERSION.

Please, TV Negan didn't use people? He treated his people like trash. He gave them numbers instead of names. He set up his own guys as killable bait, something comic Negan would've never done.

People kneeled to comic Negan one fucking time. They didn't constantly refer to themselves as 'Negan', thus erasing their identities. That was TV shit.

Oh sure, his violence is toned down in the show which is why only the tv version was gonna kill Dwight and Sherry, only the tv version BURNED SOMEBODY ALIVE, only the tv version was split seconds away from caving Carl's head in and only the tv version threatened to make Rick chop off his kid's arm. Hahaha, you're so funny article.

So you're saying the show wanted to avoid making Negan an irredeemable villain which apparently is what the comic version from this comic you clearly never read is. Well, I gotta say, when the tv show relies on retconning to make this happen... And the comic doesn't, well now. Who did the better job in achieving that?

#Negan #Comic Negan #TV Negan Salt #Lup rants #Lup blabs #Stop writing shit you didn't read srsly #It felt nice to rant about neegs hahaha

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