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#but i feel like he hasnt been cast in anything in ages
pt 8 they are getting longer smh but its niceeee aaaaaaaaaa im so excitedidjaishgohdfgh
monday 9 pm. (payu pov)
Luv wont stop bothering me, so here I am on video call with her and I am explaining her everything that happened last night. 'SO WE NEARLY WERE GONNA KISS BUT THEN WE SLEPT HOLDING HANDS. and thats it.' I sink my head in the pillow, she is screaming giggling like she does watching rom-coms. 'DUDE YOU ARE LIVING IN A DREAM LITERALLY' ' yeah..' I say 'Payu, what is on your mind?' thats enough of her to say for me to rant out everything bothering me. It has been like that since that accident. I am glad to have her. 'you are gonna listen to me quietly okay? and no screaming anymore' i say looking up, she is nodding 'go on babe i have all the time in the world to hear you' 'ew so cliche' i take in a deep breath and go on ' Yeah this sure sounds like a dream, a movie, a story written for a hopeless fool like me by someone like me, But this is not a rom-com. We are not two stars casted to have a happy ending. Our life is different, there is no flowers that wont rot, no butterflies that never die, and no love that wont fade away for me. I am not even sure if he loves me or IF I LOVE HIM. I don't even know what to feel.' 'you dont have to know everything' 'yeah but-' ' no more buts for you, only butts' 'why am i even talking to you?' 'I wonder, why not do me instead?' we both are laughing on the deranged sense of humor 'they will kill me' i say implying about her partner 'they wont have to know' 'STOP IT LUV AHAHAHA'
'But you know payu? you should not stop yourself from letting you feel, I know you have hard time trusting people, but you deserve better than this way of life' 'i like it' 'liar, i have known you for ages.' 'fine, yeah i hate it. yet this is familiar, and there is so much uncertainity, Ayan probably wont even think about me, about the nearly kiss we had, about anything like that.' 'Did he say so?' 'not exactly but you know what happened to him back then right? he hasnt had a girlfriend or even a date ever since.' 'AND HE STILL NEARLY KISSED YOU' 'IT WAS JUST EMOTIONAL CONFUSION' I say with a pain in throat, i wish it is true, that he did not just do it under the influence of emotions and beer, that he wants me as bad as i do. 'girllll, wtf. you are just making your own mind. Did you guys talk about it yet?' i bite my tongue 'oh no, oops, hehe' she is just staring at me 'we both are just kind of weird right now, but we will talk i swear to you.' she rolls her eyes 'you better do or im locking you both in the office for a night' 'you are kidding me?' 'do i look like im joking babe?' 'you are legit insane' 'says you, idiot.'
I finally hang up the call , its been a long call, 1 hr 45 mins. I have to wash dishes and also put up the laundry ughhhh. I am laying on the bed watching the ceiling, man im so tired i want to be pressed inside a big hydraulic pump. I get up and manage to do the dishes while a set of clothes is getting washed. Its 11.15 pm and I am on my bed, thinking about him.
next day in the office . Tuesday
I text Ayan 'why are you avoiding me?' 'me? are you sure its the right person?' I check that its the right name "KALYANAM" written 'I am as sure as one can be' 'I am not avoiding you' 'yeah right. I am the delusional one, sorry.' I close my phone. I hear a few *dings* but I don't have it in me. I get up and make my way to the emergency backstairs. He is avoiding, I was so stupid to have hopes. What did I expect huh? I obviously made him uncomfortable. I should have know that this is how my life is, this is not a fairytale La La Land bullshit. I want to cry but its not easy for me, to cry. I am numb as always. I take out a toffee from my purse and let it melt in me, melt away my rage with sweet sensation, make my dullness savory and flavorful. I take in a deep breath, its okay I am fine. He must have been busy, he wont avoid me for no reason. He must have a lot of responsibilities and work about the Gala, so what if he didn't come down to drink tea with us today, so what if he sat quietly without making an eye contact with me whole time during the ride, so what if he never texted me to look up just to smile widely whenever he passed from my floor. Its okay, he doesn't owe me, I shouldn't let me be affected by this I need to stop acting like a emotional bitch over this, I take in a deep breath and get back to work.
Luv waves at me while I am going back, calling me in the kitchen-n-rest room, so I follow her
'are you okay?' she passes me a cup of coffee, somehow she always knows the right thing to do 'yeah?' i say taking a sip, its perfect, bitter, sweet, no water, only milk. as I love and needed right now 'why did you rush out like that?' she asks 'oh that's nothing' 'really?' 'yep I was just over analyzing' she raises her eyebrows over thinking deeply about something, i just hope she isnt planning something dumb.
Evening, after office is over, outside the building
we three are standing, me, Luv then Ayan. This is not overanalyzing. I am always in between them. He is keeping his space, what do I do. Its raining outside, I wanna cry too, I don't like this, fuck my life.
'Payu!! dont you have to go to grocery store now?' Luv implies on me out of nowhere startling 'uh?' not that she is wrong but this is so sudden. She pinches me to play along, Idk what this girl is thinking but I agree 'oh yeah- yeah ,why?' She puts her hands over Ayan's shoulder 'You should help her out shrimp' she poked his arms and continues 'put your strength to good use, help her out' NOW I KNOW WHAT SHE IS DOING, I WANT TO KILL HER AND KISS HER FOR THIS, THIS GIRL IS INSANE 'oh okay' he replies without making an eye contact, I want to rip him to shreds. 'NO Need.' I say, little louder but I don't regret it. 'stop acting all strong babe, you are already tired so much and going through phase, he will help you like always' she is still all over his shoulder patting him like he is a player and she is the coach 'I will come with you, lets go' he says, he sounds sincere and I hate him.
We are in supermart, buying groceries and other essentials i have ran out off. I was supposed to do this on weekend but yeah, things happened, I rotted for a while and here I AM ON A TUESDAY EVENING SHOPPING WITH A GUY THAT IS MAKING MY STOMACH FLIP INSIDE OUT FOR SO MANY REASONS.
'You need curd?' 'no' 'I dont get it, how can someone hate curd' 'says the guy who hates milk' 'but milk is gross' 'curd is gross-er' he squints his eyes at me and then turns away with speed of light, this has happened 3 times till now, once when I said no to brinjal, the other time in cereals section and and now this. This is getting on my nerves but I cannot call him out in middle of mart, what will everyone think, I dont want to cause drama. WHY IS HE AVOIDING ME?? am i that bad to not even be looked at? my head has started to have slight aches again from all this stress and humidity and crowd and focus focus breathe in breathe out I AM OKAY.
When we are on counter getting the bill, the cashier said we are a nice good looking couple, we have been said that quite a lot time for last 2 years ever since we became close friends. Hah, I wish. no, wait I don't wish, I hate him I hate him, I.. ugh.. .We are sitting silently facing the windows in the cab, I said I will be fine to go home alone but he insisted to tag along. Well as he wishes.
the cab stops right outside my building and the rain has stopped for a while too, thankfully. I get off the cab and so does he 'you don't need to drop me till my door, you should go home, its getting late' I say without making an eye contact. 'No, let me help you' 'why?' i say as i pay for the driver. 'what do you mean?' 'fine' I don't want to argue with him right now here, I shove a bag to him and walk away. We are gonna climb the whole damn 5 floor without saying a word to each other, I scoff to myself . I want to know what is going inside his mind. But I also want to hold his hand. I hate him. not really. This is one of the very few times where we give each other silent treatment, we both hate it actually. We are on the third floor when he finally speaks 'I wasn't avoiding you.. ' I am silent as I can be between the heavy breathings because damn I do am tired, Luv was right. I would have fallen on the stairs if it wasn't for the rage in me that Ayan is walking behind me after ignoring me. '...I actually didn't know how to face you today. I wasn't avoiding you because I am scared of you' he adds we are halfway through the 4th floor. I nod and reply 'OKAY'. 'Payu.. are you angry?' ' why will I be angry?' I say with a dry laugh, oh hell yes I am. We are finally on the 5th floor. I hold out all the bags in one hand to get my keys with the other and he holds my hand to share the weight of them. If I am not wrong, my whole body just went through a current field. I somehow manage to open the door but all I can think of is his hand on mine. HIS HAND ON MINE. it looks so perfect, his nails are well kept and subtle veins spread all over his back of palm, he wears two rings, one that his dad gave him and one he says is his lucky charm. They look so pretty on him.
He takes his hand back as soon as I open the door and then I walk in to keep the bags in the side of the floor oh fuck the parcel is still sitting there. I will open it tonight. I turn back to see him still standing at the doorway contemplating whether to come in or not. 'And you said you aren't avoiding me anymore?' I walk towards him 'You cant even look me straight, you have barely spoken to me, and you say you are not ignoring me? That's a weird way to lie Ayan.' I take grocery bag from his hands and keep them aside. He is silently staring at me, with a hurt look. I shouldn't have said anything, I hurted him, why do I have to be so petty. 'I am sorry payu.. I dont think I am a good friend to you.'
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nyrocel1810 · 2 months
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From my NON-mosher perspective?? 😬 that's a tough one lmao.
Idek how to do that.
Uhhhh...
🙃🙃🙃
I don't really feel anything for them as a couple. I always wondered why she was around. It'd be like the cast without their partners and then layla also there. Made me wonder a lot.
Not just how it came to be , her being there all the time. Whether that was Noel's doing. Or hers or if his coworkers would ask her to come.
But also , what does SHE do. She never posts about her own life.
I guess it surprises me that they've been together as long as they've been tbh. Like Noel has been with her, longer than he hasnt, right?
Also... I've always thought Noel was lowkey gay. Or bi. Or curious 🤐. Not even just because of Cam. But because of a multitude of reasons. If he wasn't, I'd be surprised. Legit.
I semi think Cam is also bi. But thats because of Noel. He is obviously very in to women but I've wondered. But if he isn't, I wouldn't be surprised.
I legit expected you to say, that they are actually a cute couple, because i always hear that from non-moshers. Some people may find us moshers werid, but you know what i think is weird? People who are hyperventilating and commenting under Noels or Laylas posts, saying that they are literally couple goals with crying emojis and that Noel is just the luckiest person alive, that Layla is a bombshell, a beauty, or that their love is to die for. What kind of suspicious Frank Gallagher crack did they consume, to write things like that? They scream and sob for attention, as if Noel or Layla would reach out to them and thank them for their support 💀
Yeah, she is always around Noel, like a super protective soccer mommy. Her look 💀 Noel just looks like a baby. She looks almost twice his age. They. Don't. Match. At. All. Sorry....Not sorry.
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midtown-parker · 2 years
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dylan o’brien deserves the kind of career tom holland and timothée chalamet have there i said it
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steoxthiles · 2 years
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*gently pats back* Much like with Sterek being more popular than any ship they tried giving Scott, with Thiam also pulling away from whatever Scott's doing...instead of writing Theo back into the story, they just added another random Hale that'll probably be a Deus ex machina, whose age already confuses the fuck out of people and the time line....and hey, they're bringing back a canonly killed off character in Allison... God, I hate Jeff even more after writing this. THEY'RE BRINGING BACK A DEAD CHARACTER instead of asking Cody back and having a living character that'll be more natural to ease into the story.......
Ok i didn’t want to say anything bc i dont want to be too mean… but i instantly came to the conclusion he wasn’t asked bc tyler posey hates being upstaged. HEAR ME OUT and this is also just based on my personal observations… tyler posey is so obviously the one who’s made this all happen, he is the star and lets face it i think tw was his biggest roll and he hasnt been in anything to great since, so like I feel like he would have say in the script/casting/story and we all know he actively hated sterek SO there is a chance he has something to do with this
Now not to hate on him bc whatever i dont know him or his intentions, and maybe its JEFF actually who wants Scott to be the center of the show with no other characters/ships stealing the spotlight IDK
regardless, cody not being asked is INSANE and tbh maybe i wont even watch this stupid thing bc what is the point without him (for me) - i was resigned to dob not being in it, yk? Hes busy, so i kinda knew in my heart he wouldn’t be in it, but i was SO EXCITED for more Theo.. to think he wants to do it but simply wasnt asked is absolutely INSANE and to me, honestly hurtful as a loyal fan of this stupid show since I was 11 (yes i was one of those people who started watching when only the first season was on netflix lmao you see why i am so invested)
On another note, i am actually kind of (very apprehensively) happy that allison is coming back lol! I thought her death was done well, but also kind of the turning point of quality for the show in my opinion.. stiles and later theo was the shining light in a confusing, unintelligible storyline that was season 4 5 and 6b. So like Allison returning is a little bit like the glimmer of light in this pile of grabage (again, in my opinion)
I am so so so disappointed and hurt by this insane decision… if he was just busy or didnt want to be in it i would be sad but id get it, but not even being asked?? This feels like a purposeful, egotistical choice on someone’s part, be it tyler jeff or the other producers. I truly hope they get over themselves and get cody involved, bc by the way he’s spoke about tw since it ended and in the interview, i really really think he wants to play Theo again
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chidoroki · 4 years
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TPN ch181
(spoilers! AAAHHhhaha..my children!)
Okay, so remember in my last review when I said I was impressed how Ray, Gilda and Phil managed to narrow down where Emma might be in the matter of a couple months? Well, I take it back because it hasnt been just a few months, it's been two damn years! Oh my god, I can't imagine how hard it must've been for everyone, especially our two boys, to search for so long without even getting on single clue about Emma's whereabouts. Some of the children still doubt whether she's alive or actually in this world with them or not.
(image limit, so imagine the panels of the Goldy Pond kids discussing the lack of clues and Thoma and Lani doubting the reward again)
Thankfully, Gilda gets the idea to search in forbidden zones which is where we see her, Ray and Phil. Speaking of which, oh my poor boy. This is the longest Ray has been without Emma by his side. I thought the one month after Goldy Pond was hard enough on him, but two whole years? Damn, I can't imagine the stress and anxiety he's been experiencing. He's still so frustrated too and gets so close to Emma without even realizing it. Then, surprisingly, his beloved family steps in to help? The people he personally couldn't save now come together to help him save the one person who originally saved his life. Like, hello?? I love this! Conny, who was another sibling he had to use in order to put his initial escape plan in motion to save Emma and Norman's lives, is now assisting him in saving Emma from being alone. Yuugo, who knows firsthand how important Emma is to Ray and how close they are. Isabella, knowing her son kept his promise as he's always set out to do whatever it takes to protect his entire family. The fact that Ray's lost family members can feel how strong his bond with Emma is and they jump in to help reconnect the two of them again.. just, wow. It may be all the rayemma week feels getting to me but that's like a damn soulmate occurrence if i ever saw one!
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The two unknowingly pass each other again but thanks to Emma conveniently losing her necklace and finding it with perfect timing, they all finally encounter each other. Everyone expresses their complete shock and relief that they had finally found Emma, and while I am happy they their search ended up a success, the mood changes fairly quickly due to our girls lost memories. She hasnt the slightest idea who "Emma" is, who these people are or why they're so excited to see her. The kids wonder if they have the right girl, as they take notice of Emma's bare neck.
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One look at the necklace in her hand though and Ray finally puts the pieces together. Honestly, I'm not at all surprised he's the one to figure out the true reward, as Ray has been very perceptive since the beginning. He's also always been openly honest and blunt when things get serious, so naturally he's the one who has to let everyone know this because while it's a sad truth no one wants to hear, or even believe, they all need to realize it, including Emma. Even Ray has trouble coming to terms with the sacrifice Emma made. He understands how hard it must have been for Emma to accept the heavy price of her forgetting the family she loves so deeply and he looks so broken when he realizes that. He must be feeling so guilty that he couldn't have been there with her when she made the new promise. He still puts the blame on himself and he's so upset that his failure lead Emma to live in a world alone without the family she cares for more than anything.
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I wasn't too satisfied last chapter when demon god told us the real reward and Emma's response was a simple "okay," so I'm grateful we learned more about the conversation now in this chapter. She really did want to live her family. She even knew some of them might get mad at her for keeping a secret. She says it's a selfish request, for her to place such a heavy burden on herself, but what mattered to her back then upon accepting the reward is what has always mattered to her, and that's her family's happiness and safety. It wasn't just her loved one either, but for all the demons and cattle children. This girl truly has a heart of gold and demon god himself is left surprised. Of course I wish she didn't think she was being selfish since everyone did agree to follow her as their leader but aahh.. my poor girl.
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Spoiling the very end now, but we dont get one last fullscore trio hug. Of course that upsets me since I thought it would've made such a perfect ending, but it makes sense now given how everyone's reunion with Emma happened. While their happiness and relief is completely understandable after searching two years and finally finding Emma, they overreact and this visibly freaks her out. Come on guys, last time I said to gently remind her of her past, not bombard her right away. Having a ton of strangers surround you and tell you such outlandish things is quite jarring. I'm glad she takes the chance to listen to everyone, but she just doesnt know these people well enough to suddenly hug them. I imagined a hug would've happened upon her recalling some of her memories somehow and feeling relived that she met the two boys she often once dreamt about, but oh well.
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Norman takes this time to step in and ease some of the tension, saying how happy he is that Emma's alive and even reiterating some of the things he said to her during his shipment scene. While this chapter soon shows how well the escapees have adapted to the human world and changed, it also puts an emphasis on the boy's true personalities that they showed since the very beginning. I've already mentioned above how Ray stayed true to himself, about him being open and honest to the others with the truth and even his own feelings. With Norman, I don't know the word for him really, but his speech about their family and his feelings remind me of ch1/ep1 where we see him trying to calm Emma down after seeing what they did at the gate. He stayed by her side and remained hopeful even though he was just as scared. Right now, I get the same vibes. He's just as upset as their family upon learning Emma lost her memories, but he still wants her to be apart of their family.
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Although it seems like a very rushed way of tying up loose ends, I'm happy to hear about how well the children have been adapting in the human world. They're attending school and following their passions. They all look so happy! The entire Lambda crew is healthy and Cislo even has a prosthetic leg! The medicine made from Adam's dna was successful and also helped those children from the mass production farms. Mike Ratri and the clan are actually being helpful and trustworthy. I absolutely love Norman's comment about Ayshe not killing him! It really makes me smile and I assume that means she's forgiven him.. maybe. Her dogs were indeed able to cross over to the human world too and now there's even more! Chris is finally awake! They seriously have to fill the poor boy in on so much news though.
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I get it. It took the entire story for me to understand but now I get Norman's intense feelings. He's been infatuated by this girl since childhood. He told us/Ray his feelings at age 11 then "gave his life" to give her a better chance at survival. He kept living just for the slight possibly to see her again. After almost two years, they reunite, only for about a week or two before they all cross over into the human world and Emma is no where to be seen. Another two years pass and while they all find her, she's almost a completely difference person. Yet Norman's feelings remain so sincere for her that he accepts this new Emma. He lets her know that the bright future she wished for came true. (me? speaking of noremma? even im surprised)
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Her head might not have the slightest idea who these people are, but her heart surely remembers! Emma's feelings for her family were so strong that they persisted throughout these entire two years, even after she stopped having those dreams about them. Deep down, and without even realizing it, she loves them so much that it makes her cry.
“Why am I... Even though I don't know them. Though I don't know anything. Though I can't remember. Why... Does it feel warm, but also so painful in my heart? I wanted to see you.”
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Seeing everyone else get emotional and expressing their feelings to her right back and having all of them accept this new Emma.. yeah, that has me in tears! Demon god truly underestimated these kids and how deep their love for each other went. Emma's family was never going to give up looking for her because, thanks to her influence, they also didn't believe anything was impossible. “Screw destiny” indeed! (also we never did learn the old dude's name or Emma's new one hm? odd.)
Did Emma get her memories back? No. Did Ray pat her head again so I could die from nostalgia? No, because I'm still here. Did we get a fullscore hug like I originally hoped? No, sadly. The ending isn't picture perfect but honestly, this is still okay. Our precious girl is finally reunited with her family again. Most importantly, they're alive. The trio are teenagers about 15/16 years old now, which amazing since they once believed they wouldn't see a day past the age of 12. Yet here they are, living happy and free in the human world without fear and killing, which is exactly what Emma wished for.
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I can't believe the manga is truly finished. It feels like it all went by so quick, but perhaps that's only because I haven't been in the fandom as long as others, like if you've been here since the manga started then I applaud you and can't imagine how sad this must be after four years. The anime is what caught my attention and my love for this series only grew when I jumped into the manga right after season one ended. I must have binged all available chapters at the time in like three days, all the way up to ch129. Since then I've waited patiently week after week to see how this suspenseful story would pan out for out lovable and very large cast of characters. Each new twist and cliffhanger made my brain crazy and stressed me out but it was so great to experience them with everyone.
Also, big thanks to all of you who share your comments on these reviews of mine! Even though I started writing them pretty late into the story and at the most stressful time, it was great to hear so much feedback and experience the exciting finish with everyone. The manga may have ended, but don't let that make the fandom quiet! We still have future manga volume releases to look forward to, the live-action movie that is still set for this December along with a live-action series that was also recently announced. Most importantly, season two of the anime is still scheduled for January 2021! You can bet I'll do reactions for each episode as I normally do with other anime! The series still has so much more content to give us, especially if the anime continues to recieve future seasons over the upcoming years, so of course I'll give my thoughts on all that I can.
I give all my thanks and appreciation to Shirai & Demizu for such a wonderful and suspenseful story, for all the memorable characters and the stunning artwork. The series has truly become my favorite. That's right, I said it! My favorite. TPN has taken over Black Lagoon as my favorite series. (Revy can still keep her spot as my favorite character but I'll be damned if Ray isn't a really really close second.)
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Strangers Au (Pt.5)
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It had been exactly six weeks since Virgil had stopped recognizing his husband for the man he once was.
It had been exactly six weeks since Virgil had seen his best friends.
It had been exactly six weeks since Virgil had all but sold his freedom in exchange for some semblance of normalcy from a man he barely recognized.
It had been exactly six weeks since Virgil Liddell had understood anything about the world he lived in and what to do in it.
At this point Virgil's only connections to the outside world were through Romulus, and certainly not from a lack of effort.
Virgil knew he was isolated, and he tried as often as possible to get out of the cage he seemed stuck in, but every step he made it seemed Romulus was twenty steps ahead.
It was no help trying to sleep away his imprisonment, it seemed every time he closed his eyes he was met with another vision of the girl who bared an all to uncomfortable resemblance to a version of himself he scarcely wished to think about.
"Princess! Breakfast's ready!" Virgil's stomach twisted as Romulus called him from the kitchen.
A new pet name like songbird was one thing, but to take one of Roman's favorite affectionate names and twist it into something so vile, it made Virgil sick to think about.
"Coming darling!" Virgil said as he sat up, the air felt cold and frozen compared to the soft warmth of the blankets.
It seemed like Romulus' appearance changed more and more each day, Virgil could've sworn that the whites of his eyes were darkening now.
Virgil sat down at the dining room table and stared blankly as Romulus placed a plate of food in front of him.
"Romulus?. . ." Virgil said, barely above a whisper.
"What is it Princess?" Romulus ran a hand through Virgil's hair as he lay one arm on the back of his chair.
"Can I go out for a bit? To visit Patton and Janus? I havent seen them in ages, they must be getting worried. . ." Virgil said, still not daring to raise his voice enough to sound at all hopeful.
"Princess. . . You dont need them! You have me! Anything you want to do with them we can do together just as easily," Romulus replied sympathetically.
"I know. . ." Virgil said.
And then he had an idea.
He sniffled slightly, blinking his eyes a few times as though trying to hide crying.
"Princess! Nonono dont cry my songbird, I didnt mean to upset you, you can visit them for a little while, but I'm going with you ok?" Said Romulus, now looking concerned.
"Thank you!!!" Virgil said, throwing his arms around Romulus' neck and burying his head in his chest.
"So- Romulus, we haven't you or Virgil at a game night in quite a while, certainly it must be something serious?" Janus hadnt been all that happy to see Romulus on the doorstep next to Virgil; hence why Virgil was left sitting between he and Patton, and Romulus was left on his own separate couch.
"Poor Virgil was sick with something, hes only just now starting to get better, hasnt been able to leave in weeks," Romulus said silkly, a perfectly sincere smile on his face.
"Oh Virgil! Why didnt you call us! We couldve sent you a care package or something!" Patton said, a worried look on his face. Janus however, didnt look convinced.
"I- uh-" Virgil's hands gripped the couch tightly.
"He couldn't do or say very much, completely immobile, I'm sure you've had sick periods like that before," Romulus said dismissively.
"Oh? Well surely you must have taken him to the doctor then? They cant have let him out of the hospital very easily if it was that bad," Janus said, narrowing his eyes.
Everything was quiet for a while, Virgil wished desperately to disappear into the couch cushions.
"Well, I can sense that we arent wanted, Virgil, let's go," Romulus got up and made his way toward Virgil, only to be stopped as Janus grabbed his cane from behind the couch.
"Virgil wont be going anywhere with you I'm afraid," Janus' tone had shifted almost instantaneously to a low growl.
"Hes my husband and he should come home with me when I say he should." Romulus replied, attempting to force the cane away from him.
"Hes practically my son. And I wotn allow you to continue your abuse of him as though he's nothing more than a mere stepping stone in whatever plans you may have." Janus said, glaring pointedly at Romulus' necklace.
"Now you can either leave now and allow Virgil to return to your side when he feels as though he is safe with you, or, you can continue trying to coerce him unwillingly back to an environment in which he feels afraid and neglected, and force my own husband and I to take direct action," Janus snarled.
And once again the room was left in uncomfortable silence.
Finally, Romulus stood up to his full height.
"Very well, Virgil, I should hope to see you home before dinner," said Romulus, casting a glare that sent shivers down Virgil's spine before walking out the door.
Virgil broke into sobs almost as soon as he heard the front door slam shut.
"Oh you poor thing, shhh, it's alright, he cant hurt you here, now tell me what he did, tell me how much retribution is necessary," Janus' voice was soft again as he pulled Virgil closer, Virgil buried his face in Janus' chest.
"Janus I dont think now is the best time. . ." Patton said, running a hand through Virgil's hair.
"I can talk. . ." Virgil whispered.
And so he did.
He went on for hours about Romulus' attempts to keep him inside, about the nicknames and the strange feelings of the house and food and drinks.
And finally he told them about his nightmares.
"And this. . . Girl, she looked exactly like you used to?" Janus said pensively.
"To the letter," Virgil replied.
"Well that. . . Is something we must look into, but for tonight you need your rest, we'll do some research in the morning," said Janus, ushering Virgil towards one of the guest bedrooms.
"But what about-"
"Dont worry about Romulus, hes not worth the trouble,"
But Virgil was worrying.
And that worry only elevated as he was once again met with dreams of his mysterious twin, and the more troubling vision of the prince with a bloodstained axe, just before he woke up.
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Oliver! (1968) Live (re) watch!
i have already seen oliver!, but not in ages, so i decided to watch it again, enjoy
very long post warning
fuckin hell these opening credits are LONG
i love the fact instrumentals of songs in the movie are playing
i have chocolate popcorn, apple lucozade and oliver! on, life is good
yes i know mark lester is oliver ive seen this like 20 times can i watch the film now
OH ABOUT FUCKING TIME
god is love
IS IT WORTH THE WAITING FOR IF WE LIVE TILL 84 ALL WE EVER GET IS GRUELL
i forgot how much of a banger food glorious food is
LOOK AT BABY MARK LESTER 🥺🥺🥺
ads in middle of movie be like
its harry secombe!
AMENNNN
oliver gets bullied the movie
look at this poor kid
MOREE????????
oh yes oliver i love this song
O L I V E R
poor kid
without any bannister yikes
the one who named him........O-L-IV-ERRR
oh were outside now
olivers just been kicked out oh shit
but on the plus side he has a cute ass hat on
BOY FOR SAY AL
look at oliver 🥺 he deserves better
SOWERBERRY MORE LIKE SHITTERBERRY
theres a severe lack of thats your funeral and i shall scream
noah claypole more like noah clayprick
“perhaps... if i had a tall hat?” BABEY
HES GOT HIS TALL HAT ON YES OLIVER
oliver said dab on them haters from your old gaff youre a funeral advisor now and theyre still homeless
DONT INSULT HIS MUM FUCK YOU NOAH
YES OLIVER KILL HIM
yes stuff the nine year old in a coffin and sit on it well done
"OLIVAH ??" "Yes im here: ((("
ITS MEAT!
oliver deserves better man 
im gonna cry and were like 25 minutes in.
ik its not mark singing but whoever it is CAN SING WTF
i want to give him a hug
OH SHIT HES RUNNING AWAY
hes in the lettuce
LONDON YOU MADE IT !
yes oliver trains exist
DODGER!!!
whach you starin at aint ya ever seen a toff
the beak
look at lil jack wild
me more hintimate friends
cockney accent™️
the artful dodga
CONSIDERR YOURSSELF AT HOEME COSNIDER YOURSWLF OEN OF THE FAMILY !!!!!!!!!!
im sorry i love this song
look this scene is awesome, but it would be COMPLETE with charley oh wait he was demoted to extra and everything interesting abt him was given to dodger
he should have gotten the nobody tries to be ladeeda or uppity bit I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL
this cast is BIG
okay i am a Charger Enthusiast but do we all agree there is something oddly homosexual about oliver and dodger in this song
note how dodger is scared of the police FORESHADOWING
ive taken to this SO STRONGITSCLEARWEREGOINGTOGETALONG
how many extras is this ???? yall better be gettin paid
its dodga comin up
this set is sraight out of the book i love it
CHARLEY MATE IM SORRY THEY MADE YOU AN EXTRA 
“oh not again” does dodger just always show up with random workhouse kids 
ah yes fagin the character whos still a negative jewish stereotype
more and more big cast
THESE SAUSAGES ARE MOULDY! (am i going to freak out whenever charley does anything because i love him? yes)
stfu drink your gin
is this a laundry?? no fam 
THE BEST FUCKING SONG IN THIS MUSICAL
IN THIS LIFE ONE THING COUNTS
sorry if i dont add to this until pick a pocket or two is done bc its a straight banger
this song is EVERYTHING 
hard at work lol ok
did he make those himself??? no
couple a wipes
EMBROIDERED THEM??? no
petition for all oliver twist adaptations to refer to charley as master bates like the book and for him to have actual lines and not have his actor switched at least three times
i dont even now who charley is at this point because his actor is switched many a time im just gonna say purple blazer kid is charley
anyway charley bates supremacy
whos bill sikes??? NO
fuck bill all my homies hate bill
rum tum tum is a banger
go bed now
take your hat off in bed dodger
movie fagin has rights
fagin leaving where will he go
BET IS THAT YOU
FUCK OFF BILL NO ONE LIKES YOU 
NANCY NANCY HES HERE !!!!!! bet deserves everything and more ily 💖
NANCYYYY!!!!!!
its a fine life more like its a banger
wheres all of bets lines gone
bet 🤝 charley (being demoted to extras)
its not funny anyore bet.. bet girl please sing youre the best fucking thing about this song
such a happy song about domestic abuse
THERE SHE IS THATS MY GIRL BET I FUCKING LOVE YOU
bullsye rights!
i hate how this movie made fagin more symathetic but he’s still a “greedy jew” stereotype
oliver?????
at this moment fagin knew he fucked up
nancy you deserve better than bill
oh hi dodger forgot you existed
and the rest of you except oliver
ah yes charley “sausages” bates i missed you
THESE FUCKING KIDS THEY ALL LOVE BET AND NANCY MY HEART
im a regular gent i am. no dodger you arent
why is “permit me to assist you across the road” so fucking funny
pov dodgers back on his bullshit so you have to pretend to be a horse and cart for him
not “sir artful” 😭😭😭
anyfink for youu
WHAT FISTICUFFS???!!!
i feel sorry for the child extras man theyve prob had to film this scene like ten times
THESE KIDS CAN SING
 the boys dancing with eachother is too fucking wholesome i love this
again, movie fagin rights
weed riissk lifee and limmbb
you promised we could go see the angin!!!!!
ats on boys time were off
THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SONG
HOW COULD WE LET HOW COULD WE FORGET OUR DEAR OLD FAGIN WORRY!!
mate that aint single file did you not hear him
am i the only one who can hear london bridge is falling down in the back??
our pockets hold a watch of gold that chimes upon the hour!!! a wallet fat an old mans hat!!! the jewels from the tower!!!
WE KNOW THE NOSEY POLICEMEENNNN
dodger and charley (i am SURE charley is purple blazer kid even if havent seen this film in ages) are GETTING INTO THIS
oliver 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
movie fagin rights pt 27238227
DODGER OLIVER COME ON!!!!!!!!! alright dude chill
ARE YALL SEEING THIS SHIT, I WAS RIGHT, I TOLD YOU THAT THE LAD IN THE PURPLE BLAZER WHO SINGS “a wallet fat an old mans hat” WAS CHARLEY BATES AND GUESS WHAT HE FUCKING IS. I WAS RIGHT, PURPLE BLAZER KID IS CHARLEY YOU CAN LEAVE NOW
no dont were only an hour in
three kids on the back of the omnibus what will they do
dodger and charley said be gay do crimes
ah shit now look what youve gotten us into dodger
IT WASNT EVEN OLIVER IT WAS CHARLEY AND DODGER GO AFTER THEM
are dodger and charley straight up framing oliver for a crime they commited while also helping him escape
yes they are why are we surprised 
i hate to break it to you dodger but hiding oliver in a meat sack doesnt work
OLIVERS ON THE ROOF????
charley and dodger got oliver into this mess and they are not going to get him out
WHY DIDNT YOU LOOK AFTER HIM????? right calm down fagin
how could i help it :((((
no bill!
stan nancy
“two other boys stole it” no shit
BROWNLOW !
run bitch run
right intermission time now
AND WE’RE BACK!
entr acte
who will buyyy
strawberry girl is carrying this
oliver owns my heart pt 278983728938728
this is a banger wtf
okay its done now right
right?????
UHH BILL???? DODGER???? BITCH WHY TF ARE YOU HERE
have bill fagin nancy and the boys been stalking oliver???
NO SHE WONT FAGIN!
shit.
fuck bill
this scene is far more sadder when you think of how the boys have just seen the only woman they see as a mother figure been hit to the flo or, im not crying, you are
as long as he needs me :(
FUCK YOU BILL
rose maylie is that you?!
look at lil oliver!!
BILL FUCK OFF
i hate bill
“look at his togs! he’s got books too!” charley and dodger are my emotional support kids
anyway have i mentioned i hate bill, bc i hate bill.
I REALLY REALLY HATE BILL
even fagin aka the guy whos keeping these kids as pickpockets has more morals than bill
WE STAY CALM!!
no bill i havent heard a dying chicken
act one was just childish antics now we have THIS
fuck bill
YOURE TELLING ME THE BOYS WATCHED THAT????
jack wild is a banging actor. he genuinely looks terrified 🥺 
this film.. 
a mans got a heart hasnt he?? yes you do!!!
a full song dedicated to movie fagin rights?? did i ghostwrite this?? probably
banger
ithinkidbetterthinkitoutagain!
villains theives and nine year olds
MR BUMBLE?????!!!!!!!!!!
fuck bill pt72898376728909878199
bill youre traumatising him
cmon nance do something!!
also completely forgot abt this but uh does monks exist in this i forgot bc we have had no mentions of him yet
nancy tell him who bill is!!!
bullseye deserves better
uhm what is going on
bill sikes more like bill yikes
oliver what are you doing
BILL TERRIFIES ME
FUCK
omg oom pah pah????
leave oliver alone bill hes like nine
oh banger
OOM PAH PAH THATS HOW IT GOES!!!!!!!!!
just asking are nancy and bet lesbians bc they look it
COULD IT BE OOM PAH PAHHHHHH
god i love this song
IT SHOOOOOWSSSSSS
its the same oom pah pah
“She was from the country but now shes up a gumtree she let a fella feed her then lead her a long” foreshadowiinnggg
OOM PAH PAH! OOM PAH PAH! OOM PAH PAH!
nancy is so fucking smart
getting the whole pub singing and dancing to smuggle out oliver? clever
fuck
bill.. no.. bill.. bill????
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKC
BILL GET OFF HER
NANCY NO
HE STRAIGHT UP COMMIT MURDER AGAINST THE NICEST CHARACTER
BROWNLOW DO YOU NOT HEAR NOTHING
nancy deserved a better death than to be killed by bill fuck bill
EVEN BULLSEYE HATES YOU BILL
ARE THEY ACCUSING BULLSEYE OF MURDER
FUCK YOU BILL
movie fagin rights + fuck bill combo?
youre telling me fagin had an ESCAPE ROUTE??? AT THE BOTTOM OF THE HOUSE THING??? THE WHOLE TIME???
BILL DONT KILL THE CHILD
BILL
fuck, well. #
“WHAT DO I DO!?” “LIVE UP TO YOUR NAME, DODGE ABOUT”
ten quid says dodgers been caught
oh no all fagins shit is gone
BILL DONT KILL THE CHILD PT 2
FUCK YOU BILL
GOD I HATE HIM
OLIVER MATE ARE YOU OK
never have i been so happy to see a character die
rest in shit bill
hi dodger thought you got caught n went to australia 
god, this film is so fucking good.
reviewing the situation 2.0 goes hard
MOVIE. FAGIN. RIGHTS!
FAGIN YOU CAN BE A GOOD MAN YOU KNOW YOU CAN
DODGER??????????
IM TOTALLY NOT CRYING RN
FAGIN NO DONT TAKE IT
FUCKING PLOTTWIST
IT MADE IT LOOK LIKE FAGIN WAS GONNA GIVE THE WALLET BACK TO DODGER BUT NO
once the villain you’re the villain to the end
i completely forgot abt this scene since i’ve been reading the oliver twist book and in that dodger gets arrested and fagin gets hanged but here they get away?
god this is bittersweet
I THINK WE’D OUGHT TO THINK IT OUT AGAIN!!!!!
thats where the film should have ended, i get olivers the main character but it ending on dodger and fagin walking out into the sunset is such a pleasing ending man
oliver gets his happy ending abt time
YES CONSIDER YOURSELF AND BE BACK SOON (THE BIGGEST BANGERS IN THE FILM) CREDITS SONGS!!
well.. that was a journey and half
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pinktatertots99 · 3 years
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🔥 Feelings on the canon ships of Homestuck?
Send Me a 🔥+ a Topic, and I’ll Tell You My Honest Opinion About It
god am i gonna need to go with the sequals too? just og or all ships that’re considered canon by the end? whatever i’ll just go in order in what might be the ‘canon’ ships from all three of these categories. this is gonna be fucking long so anything and everything is under the cut. also i’m SO not gonna add hiveswap that can be its own separate ask. so:
roxygen: it’s a cute ship...but the sequal vers is garbage considering how inconsiderate roxy is to john’s feelings and his house burning down like damn rox this is the guy who sat with ya as ya mourned doom rose’s death give the guy some fuckin time himself.
rosemary: also cute ship...sequal versions are fuckin godawful tho. their barely a thing in meat from wha i can gather and then there’s candy...oh CANDY kanaya deserves better fuck this sense of her sayin she’s over it idc if it was off screen, even then half the cast ate stupid pills during that time so WHY must i be surprised that this is wha happens?
dave/kat: i dun like it. in either universe. meat is just perfect gay bois who have occasional deep talks and literally do nothing else while candy they split up thanks to jade which, geez ya guys must’ve been shit to tell her to fuck off like come on. og hs wise i barely consider them canon if we only get pictures and them just being on equal footing on quadrant talk. not to mention dave implied to be crushing on jade and JOHN not karkat, idk where this couple even came from other then love triangle situation with terezi but like, that’s barely much of a reason to become canon. i’d go with em bein pale/moirails more.
jadedave: i’m guessing candy and meat i thought meat implied they were dating but may aswell. so....it sucks but thats because candy and meat suck, meat dave’s basically cheating on her i didnt hear any implication they broke up and she’s like...chill??? and then there’s candy where she literally forced him and kar to break up and dated after dirk apparently died, i do not like the implications of this whole thing. course candy dave is dead and a robot now so...anyways canon wise dave had a crush on her and if jade does like him i’d hope it’s not cause of davesprite cause despite both being dave’s they were different. it’s cute otherwise.
davepetajade: it’s...cute? i guess? idk i kinda found davepeta a bit...idk overwhelmingly overrated? like i know where their popularity came from but readin the series now after all that hype i dont really see it anyways tho it’s basically davespritejade with nepeta in the mix. and idk nothin implied much of nepeta liking jade, or talkin to her much. and davepetasprite is a mesh of both so idk. it’s a ship with cute fanon works of em hanging with outfits but that’s bout it.
janejake: i hate it. legit. this is disgusting and completely throws out jane’s character. like even in the fixed timeline the talk she had with dirk probably still happened on the god bed’s and how she acknowledged wha she thought was wrong on wantin jake’s kids and so on trickster still happened and how she also realized she might’ve overhyped jake. but lets throw it ALL out the window to force jake in an unhappy marriage in both universes and possibly force him to stay in candy due to having tavvy if i’m reading the implications right. even then jake isn’t good for jane either both got their own needs this ship would’ve been sunked in canon and WAS but the sequals are beyond it so maybe that explains it but it disgusts me.
roseterezi: guess in meat specifically. yeah i kinda dont...care for it, like i still cant tell if rose and kanaya broke up or if she just fucked off without breaking up either one is fucked up on kan’s behalf. even then i just dont care for their kismesis it got brought up once and that was it.
jaderose: candy wise i guess even tho it was a fling. it disgusts me still mostly because of kan’s behalf on bein fucked over and both goin through a ‘surrogation’ process without her notice. like fuck this shit the jaderose fans deserve better.
roxycallie: idk if this one’s canon but it’s heavily implied callie lives with roxy least in candy. it’s cute, cant deny it even in og it was pretty cute, dont really care for candy vers tho but then again maybe their not a couple in it idk what’s canon couples anymore.
johnterezi: literally fucked in meat universe and john has kismesis feelings for her in canon. it’s...interesting, idk tho i feel like it’s one sided on john’s side.
ms paint/spade slick: i cant deny it’s cute, he’d least know how to treat a lady but god i’d hope it wouldnt be his only defining trait with her. also want ms paint to call his bullshit out pls and thanks.
dirkjake: honestly i cant tell if their STILL canon in og or not god forbid the sequals. in general though...i dont. i honestly dont really like em together much. they seem like the type to least stay friends but idk bout another relationship would be a good idea for em. maybe later down the line but otherwise canon wise they need a break.
and now for the canon one timer ships this involves any ships implied, uncomfirmed, ex-relationships, crushes, etc:
arasol: it’s cute, best ship. their quadrant was never confirmed but regardless their cute. sol tho in the sequals deserved better then to get abandoned by aradia goddamn.
fefsol: also cute, i live for both of em bein ass’s together.
erisol: oh boi this one...this was...yeah i cant even deny they wouldnt be too healthy, i like lookin at fanon ways tho for em. canon wise tho yeaaaah no these guys definietly wouldnt work.
gamtav: it’s...cute but boi gamzee needs some help i think.
gamsol: -sollux did imply he either wanted a kismesis or matesprit with him in one of the flashes- again same as gamtav.
aradia/equius: BIG NOPE nope nope nope equi that’s weird wha ya did never do it again thank fuck aradia hasnt been around him since.
karterezi: their actually kinda cute, looking back on em they could’ve worked. stupid doomed timeline bullshit.
daverezi: also kinda cute, idk tho if i got flushed for em tho i get more pale vibes but it was semi-a thing.
kanvris: it’s baaaaad kanaya deserves much better and vriska never seemed much the type for cementing into a relationship.
vristav: even worse, like i’d like to thank fuck tav one up-ed her in the end cause fuck wha he had to go through.
karmeenah: it...could be cute? maybe? only iffy part is the ages, i thought the dancestors were like sixteen tho since the kids said they were teenagers even tho they were at the time about fourteen? idk tho if eighteen is considered an adult in alternia or not tho it’s kinda implied to be? anyways tho it’s just off puttin maybe a bit tho.
meenahvris: it’s kinda cute, it was atleast, idk lookin back it does feel more unhealthy.
rufidama: baaaaaad i love rufi but he’s got some bullshit he needs worked out and damara deserves someone better.
rufihorr: just as bad as above, both deserve someone better or atleast horrus does with some therapy on it rufioh i think should just chill on relationships but it’s so obvious their not meant to be.
mitula: it’s cuuuuuute i cant deny it, ...okay fanon vers is canon is barely anything and tula does give more pale implications for tuna but with how protective she was over damara near him it’s sweet, but god do i wish canon tuna gave more feelings for tula.
kantula: it’s...creepy. like it’s so obvious the vantas bois cant communicate well but kankri’s crush feels almost pressuring on tula when he kept goin about them and goin “oh but we’re totally friends and i’m celibate so it’s okay its whatevs” like kan go to a corner give tula some air to breath.
crotuna: BIG NOPE cronus needs to learn fuckin boundaries thirsty fish bastard.
should i even add cro//eri due to the fact he literally asked an eridan out? regardless gross, ew, no, i’ll take the fanon ampora brothers anyday canon i didnt fuckin need that thx.
porrnea: it was implied to be more of a fling. idk considerin aranea’s track record i cant really say i’d trust her in many flushed quads. and porrim seems the type to have hers open and not a closed off thing so idk they got different cases.
aranea/jake: i cant deny it’s fuckin cute, i’d would’ve loved if they tried to do somethin but aranea was definietly uhhh not a good choice for jake. least she backed off when he didnt wanna be kissed but man yeah, it was cute while it lasted.
kurmeu: i cant deny the idea kur forced himself quiet due to hurting meu hurts me in a sweet way but as of rn them bein ‘pale’ and him mind controllin her when we dunno if she’s alright with this or not is...disturbing.
vristerezi: i am HIGHLY doubtful this is canon considering everything but i guess i gotta cement this. i dont see em as canon in og or sequal wise since vris is still gone in both, even then i dont like, see it, i see it but idk man i like em more pale then pail.
erifef: honestly no. both are much too different for a relationship, kinda glad they uh...got cut short cause honestly even their moirailship wasnt healthy what’s to say a matespritship would? on BOTH sides mind you.
rosejohn: thank karkat’s shipping board. anyways, i think their cute cause fuck it rose is a bi-con to me, canon wise probably wouldnt work but i’ll take fanon.
vriseri: kinda glad they got cut short of their kismesis cause boi eridan deserves a better one with how shit vriska was in breaking up with him.
johnvris: it was cute, i cant deny i’m soft over how the two talked things about vriska’s life and john’s it’s just kinda cute. it’s obvious tho canon wise with wha john went through it wont work out. would’ve loved if they became moirails tho but o well canon is god i guess.
spadePM: i dont like much of their implications, would be an unhealthy relationship regardless considerin spade’s flushed and PM’s pitch, they deserve some therapy and other people.
dadbert/momlonde: their cute i like the implications of em, sad they died though, it was cute while it lasted.
meowrails: may aswell count moirails in this shipping mess. anyways their cute, they gimmie sibling vibes course equius early into it was so...not a good moirail.
kurtuna: i guess it might be cute moirails? idk tho with kurloz’s implications it concerns me.
gamkar: as moirails...karkat was fuckin shit at his job i cant sugarcoat it. i get where it’s from he’s not gam’s lusus and shouldn’t be forced to check on him during his time of gettin high and such, i get they were kids, but god gam kinda deserved a better moirail. and then later on in the series it gets more fucked up between kar gettin stabbed by him and both in a pretty unhealthy moirailationship to the fixed timeline where gamzee is just shut into a fridge and kar doesnt fuckin care, like dude, wow. gamzee was bad yeah but damn, harsh a tad.
terezigam: as a kismesis it’s almost disgustingly unhealthy to me and honestly terezi deserved better and gamzee maaaaybe shouldn’t get a kismesis, ever, unless he can sort his shit out -the sequals tho wont do that lol-
minorly gonna count johndave in this: idk if i can see john reciprocating for dave so dave’s crush on him almost kinda hurts, especially since fixed timeline dave’s john is well, dead and our john is probably still different from his john, has angst but man i kinda dont mind it as a one sides crush it’s nice confirmation of dave bein bi atleast.
nepetajasper/jasprose: i cant see it, it’s disturbing i guess. i like em more as friends but jasprose is probably more creepy bout it.
signless/diciple: i think considerin the implications they were fuckin adorable and deserved the best.
summoner/mindfang: it’s kinda sad considerin its implied mindfang’s love for him might’ve been one sided, they could’ve been cute tho.
orphanor/mindfang: probably sounded like the best kismesis’s until he murdered dolorosa.
dolorosa/mindfang: BIG NOPE i dun like the implications.
condence/orphaner: since it’s implied orphaner had a crush on her, gonna say tho big nope considerin condence is a bitch.
condence/lord english: its hard to decipher their relationship in canon, but to cover all my bases it’s big nope to me somethin bout it makes me uncomfy despite both bein bastards.
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capisback · 4 years
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character A hasnt seen character B for years. they're both villians in a superhero AU and they reminisce about the old days where they worked together or had a common interest in killing a/the hero/s. They don't use their real names, just their villain names. Maybe they're secretly into each other, who knows. Go wild babe. i imagine they meet on top of a building and suprise eachother.
Nothing ever changed in the city Melusine called home. Once, a long time ago, she’d hoped it would. She’d thought maybe she could change it with her own two hands. Take it, and twist it, and make it new, better, make it a city she and her family could live in without – well. Everything that came with being different.
As she stared over the monotone greyscale cityscape, given colour only by the setting sun, she thought of how foolish she’d been.
She’d started being a Villain at seventeen. Young enough to hold such naïve hopes for herself and the future.
Melusine sighed, kicking her legs, which dangled over the skyscraper’s edge, back and forth. She sounded like an old lady, and yet she wasn’t a day over twenty-six.
Pigeons scattered up from the lane right below Melusine, a luxury car speeding past as if it owned the street. She briefly considered sending a bubble down, trapping the car inside, and letting it and its driver stay suspended for an hour or twenty-four.
Gravel ground under someone’s feet, behind her, to her right, and she instantly summoned five paralysis bubbles to her fingertips. She whirled around, poised to throw, but stopped short, almost frozen, when she was met with a familiar – albeit a little different – figure.
“Vougn?”
“Méduse?” Vougn all but gaped at her, posture and features openly displaying her shock. “Is – Is that really you, Méduse?”
“Vougn”, Melusine breathed.
“Méduse!” Vougn launched herself towards Melusine so fast, that Melusine, out of reflex (and necessity, she later realised, seeing as she’d been about to be tackled off a skyscraper), threw a bubble towards Vougn, trapping her inside.
“Hey!” Vougn whined. “This isn’t what I call a warm ‘Nice to see you again’!”
“Sorry.” With a flick of her fingers, the bubble dissolved. “Reflex.”
“Hmm, good to see you’re still sharp, even after all this time.”
“It hasn’t been that long.”
“Please”, Vougn laughed, walking up to Melusine this time. “How long have you been a Villain for? Ten years? And I haven’t seen you for the last four of them, so sorry if I’m pleased to see you haven’t gotten rusty in your old age.”
“Har har”, Melusine said with a fond roll of her eyes. “I’m old, laugh it up.”
“Awww, don’t be like that, Méduse.” Vougn shoved her shoulder, seating herself next to Melusine. “If it’s any consolation, you look just as pretty as when I last saw you.”
Heat flushed across her cheeks and nose, and she quickly turned to look back at the city, away from Vougn.
“You don’t”, Melusine said loudly.
“Aw, I don’t?”
Melusine’s face, rather than cooling down, became a tad bit hotter at Vougn’s teasing tone, and she turned her face away to the left even more.
“You look even prettier”, she said, only a bit clearer than a mutter. And it was true. Vougn had changed overtime. Cropped her dirty blonde hair to just beneath her chin, where it had been a long braid when she and Melusine had had their partnership, and she’d changed her colour scheme to a fetching black-and-red.
“Hmhm~”, Vougn hummed, victorious, teasing grin clear in her voice. “Thought so.”
“Your personality’s terrible, though.”
That shocked a laugh out of Vougn. “Well! That’s what I’m known for!”
“What a pity to be both beautiful and a bastard.”
“Oh, Méduse, if you keep complimenting me like this, you know how we’ll end up?”
Ah, well, that didn’t help Melusine’s long-held (and previously dormant) crush get out of overdrive at all.
“Locked in battle?” she tried, hoping her voice wasn’t several pitches higher than usual.
“Yeah. Taking down our very own Superhero together.”
“You mean Draft?”
“Him, and whatever other hero we want.” Vougn sent her a cheeky, dreamy grin.
“That does sound nice, doesn’t it?”
If only it was something they could do – something she could do. But she hadn’t been able to realise something that big for a long time. When they’d started out, she and Vougn had been a great team. Draft had been a bit of a novel hero then, too, and he’d been so much fun to toy with. Too bad that Heroes got actual training, while they had to figure it out for themselves. Really gave the Heroes a very unfair advantage, and the Villains didn’t get enough credit for their actually quite impressive feats. Not that anyone was going to praise a Villain.
“Remember back in our first year?”
The sun dipped below the skyline, rays of gold, molten sunshine illuminating them through the haze hanging over the city.
“I remember all our time together, so you’ll have to be a bit more specific.”
Melusine chuckled. “The first time we captured Draft? Got him to spread my sticking bubbles all over the city. He was so upset.”
“Oh, oh, yes”, Vougn chortled. “Of course! God, and when we hung him by a rope at the edge of that gargoyle? I lit a fire under him, and he got right to begging! ‘Buh-buh-buh-lease’! He was so pathetic!”
“He is! And he’s gotten such a big head now, despite only having some so-so wind powers. Borea has amazing control over it, and the tricks she does are amazing, but you don’t see anyone complimenting her.”
“The fate of being a Villain, I’m afraid.”
“And who names themselves Draft? Who let him name himself that?”
Vougn sputtered a laugh. “It’s probably the best he could come up with since he’s so damn daft!”
“Oh my god”, Melusine laughed.
“Right?” Vougn wiped at her eyes. “What would you have called him?
“Probably just Daft, I think that’s perfect.”
“It checks out, for sure, but really. If you had to give him a proper Superhero name, what would it be?”
“I don’t know…” Melusine twirled her hair around her finger. “Something cool? Like, let’s see… Zephyr?”
“Oooh, sounds fancy. What’s that from?”
“It’s the Ancient Greek name for the western wind.”
“Oh, man, that would’ve been so much more intimidating than Draft. Can’t believe I have to regularly beat up a kid called Draft and not Zephyr.”
Melusine bit back her laughter as she tried for mock-sympathy. “Oh, no, poor Vougn. Having to kick ass and not even having someone cool to beat up. However will the number three villain recover from this injustice?”
Vougn sniffed and wiped away an imaginary tear. “Thank you, it’s really hard.”
“How is it, though, being a big time Villain? Everything you hoped for?”
Everything fell silent for a long moment. Melusine was struck by the weariness of Vougn’s expression, the tired curve of her back.
“Well…” That bitter, breathy laugh shouldn’t come from someone like Vougn. She was upbeat, bright, and sometimes a little too much. She wasn’t quiet, or reserved. She wasn’t bone-tired and disillusioned. Not the Vougn Melusine remembered.
But then again, neither was Melusine the one Vougn remembered. The world had changed them both. Maybe too much.
Melusine, too, was tired.
“What about you?”
“Me?”
“Yeah, you”, there was that cheeky tone again. Both a relief and a painful sting, since it was so obviously strained, an attempt to divert from her inner turmoil. “How are you holding up? I see you’re still rocking that jellyfish aesthetic.”
She motioned to Melusine’s blue-and-white, puffy (and jellyfish-frilled) skirted outfit.
“I’m getting kind of tired of it, actually.”
And of everything that came with it.
Maybe she and Vougn still made a perfect pair, after all.
“Oh. That’s too bad. I think it suits you.”
Melusine cracked a smile. “Thanks.”
They settled into a long silence. Dusk rapidly caught up to the time. The long shadows cast down on the city below disappeared into the dark. Only they, up on their skyscraper, were privy to the beauty and the setting of the sun, and the movement of the Earth.
Her grandmother loved dusk. Le Crépuscule, she always said, refusing to use the English word. Her grandfather had once told her he’d had to bargain with her to keep from naming their little crafts-and-herbs store that. She had to admire her grandfather. Her grandmother was a hard woman to bargain with.
“You know”, Vougn said. “When I first got these powers, I never imagined I’d turn out like this.”
She let fire dance across her fingertips, the bright orange flickering and casting a warm glow between them.
Melusine huffed, bitter and understanding. “Me neither. They always tell you you’ll be the hero, don’t they?”
“Yep.” Vougn popped the ‘p’. “But, hey, they also say everyone’s the hero of their own story, so I guess they’re a little right.”
“No, they’re not.”
“No, they’re not”, Vougn agreed, and snuffed out her fire.
Melusine closed her eyes and tilted her head back, face towards the clouding sky. This, this, was nice. Calm, quiet. Peace. She wanted that. No more battles, being yelled and cussed at, no more injuries and long days and late nights.
She wanted a life. A proper one.
“Vougn”, she said, softly. “I’m quitting Villainy.”
“What?”
Melusine looked back at Vougn, surprised by the disbelief in her voice, and even more at the distress on her face.
“I’m quitting”, she repeated, firm and resolute. “It’s not worth it anymore, Vougn. All of this, it’s just – ” She sighed. “I can’t do it anymore. I don’t want to.”
“But – but you had such big plans!” Vougn stumbled over her words. “Weren’t you going to change things?”
“And where have I gotten with that?” She looked at Vougn with earnest sorrow. “Tell me, Vougn, how have I changed anything? How will I ever change anything? We’re not the heroes of this story. At least, not me. Maybe you still have a chance. But I’m done, Vougn. I’m – I’m so tired.” She choked on fresh tears.
“Méduse…” Vougn hesitantly reached for her, hand hovering in the space between them.
Melusine clasped that hand tightly with her own two.
“Will you remember me?” Her throat was raw. Her feelings clawed, sharp and unbidden, up her chest. “When I’m gone. Will you at least remember me?”
Vougn swallowed thickly, frozen for a moment, but then she placed her other hand, gently but firmly, a promise and a reassurance, over Melusine’s.
“How could I ever forget you?”
Melusine let out a wet laugh, her smile wobbly.
The caress of Vougn’s thumb over the back of her hand was gentle, comforting.
“Méduse”, Vougn’s voice was soft. “I just – I want to –” She frowned, struggling. She tried again. “Will we ever meet again?”
“I don’t know. I hope so.”
“Me, too.” A pause. “I’ll search for you.”
Melusine smiled, soft, and for the first time in a long while, hopeful. “I’ll love to see you try.”
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The Heat that Drives the Light
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Michael Langdon x Reader
Summary: Michael hasn’t been himself having to literally carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. Because Michael hasn’t been okay, you haven’t been either. 
Notes: Just a blurb that got out of hand. Was originally supposed to be really smutty and about distracting Michael while he worked...but this came out of that. I think it’s a little more interesting to take down the walls that Outpost!Michael puts up and get a little more into his psyche. Sorry it’s a bit sad and not smutty at all, but I hope you enjoy, nonetheless. 
Warnings: Sad cockwarming. Because apparently I’ve made that a thing. 
Word Count: 3K
Credit to @yourkingcodyfern​ for the beautiful gif.
Being underground was suffocating. The walls closing in, high ceilings not doing enough to clear the air and you felt the dust settling in your lungs. Outpost Three had become something strange to you. Having spent happier times there with Michael when things were simpler placed fond memories in certain corners where he had hiked up your skirt or placed little nips on your neck. But now, it reeked of desolation.
Sure, there were the Sanctuary candidates, but did they really matter? Gone were the warlocks that Michael had called his friends, his teachers, your mentors. All that remained were the near-empty hallways. Modified victorian dress rather than the Hawthorne uniform you liked to remember Michael wearing, his hair still short, and eyes still bright.
He had hit something of a wall. After traveling to all the outposts, each of them overrun, each failing his father a little more, Michael started to turn inwards-even to you. You knew it wasn’t you nor him. It was the stress, because that’s all he could be described as of late. He hid it well, you admitted. Perfectly coiffed hair, tailored suits, and a cocky grin on his lips all made up for the man you knew was crumbling under the facade. The crushing guilt he felt for not carrying out his father’s plan to perfection.
It really wasn’t that bad...it was just one of those nights. A night where Michael was overwhelmed and working himself into the ground. He had been sat at the desk in what was his former dormitory when he was a student. He opted to take that one, refusing another Outpost guest to take ownership over it. Sentiment, you supposed.
Regardless, he sat there since dawn, or what you imagined was dawn as it was impossible to tell in the claustrophobic bunker. He had refused meals, even offering something from the stash you both had packed from the Sanctuary, and only accepted coffee. Just something to keep him going. You knew this wasn’t how he had intended to spend the day. He was dressed in his usual tailored shirts and jacket, ready to face the guests. But he hadn’t stepped outside the bedroom. And on days like that, he usually would stay in his sweatpants, hair tied in a bun, and shun the world from seeing him like that. Vulnerable. Out of his armor.
He was growing distant. Again, not at his fault and probably rooted in your natural insecurity of the relationship. It wasn’t easy being the partner of the Antichrist.
You continued to roam the halls, anything to do at this point ,having read all the interesting books in the Hawthorne library ages ago. The other guests of the Outpost were asleep, mandated by Venable’s strict schedule. She knew better than to say anything to you.
Your shoes clicked on the polished marble of the floor, almost comforting you. You felt less alone, in a sense. The sealed corridor that lead to the room Michael performed his rituals in was slightly pushed in, reminding you that maybe he had started one. That’s really all he did. Work from his computer, work with the other Cooperative higher-ups, and work for his father under the guise of asking for help. You knew better than that.
It was maybe the third time you had to pick Michael up off the floor, blood still painting his skin and the floor around him, you asked him to stop. He had passed out. Weak from blood loss, dehydration, probably malnutrition. You begged him to slow down, to take a break. He couldn’t. He literally had the weight of the world on his shoulders.
You could tell it was getting to that point again, because it did ebb and flow depending on the state of the world, the outposts, the competency of the Cooperative that week. It was understandable. Outpost Three was a success in some ways. But others, a massive failure. Nobody was making it to the Sanctuary. He had closed the book on every person left in the world. Made his final cuts, and was now weighing the decisions heavily in his mind. It was extremely successful because it was still standing, almost everyone alive. And then there was that Mallory he was trying to figure out-sitting on his knees, blood pooling as he screamed for help, screamed for answers. You weren’t sure if he was actually asking his father for help or just needed to scream his frustrations. There was a feeling sometimes that Satan had given up on him, left him here to flounder until everyone on the earth, including Michael, was gone-given into the fire and disease around them.
With really nothing else to do, and nobody to talk to, you meandered back to Michael’s room. Even if you shared it during your stay at the Outpost, it would always stay as Michael’s dormitory in the back of your mind.
You took the long way. Passing by your secret corners, the library shelves you’d hide behind, the kitchens where midnight snacks were shared...anything to remind you of the Michael that stole your heart and soul.
You sighed before opening the door, not bothering to knock as he had probably already heard you. Preparing yourself for the image of your overworked Michael, a sight that saddened you just a little, you opened the heavy door.
As you expected, he was sat there, typing away on his laptop. The blue light of the screen cast ghoul like shadows on his features, reminding you of the demon’s face you had only borne witness to once. That with the warm light coming from the candles and fireplace set Michael in a strange light. Regardless, it accentuated the stress hiding in his shoulders, between his brows, his tightened lips.
He didn’t look up, but did spare a, “Hi, my dove,” as you headed over to the bed. Changing course, you decided to walk over to him, your Antichrist who seemed so small lately. Feeling a little selfish, you ran your fingers through his hair, something you knew would distract him but also something you needed.
It had taken a toll on you, the only person you really trusted, to abandon you, in a sense. You just wanted to feel him. Touch him. And judging by the way his typing slowed and he leaned into it, you suspected he needed the same. His eyes closed lazily, sleepily, as he rested his cheek against your palm. You rubbed soothing circles into his cheekbone, admiring the beautiful face that was hidden under the layers of stress, under the pressure put on him. When he was himself, his face was soft-no tension, pure radiance. Eyes not shooting daggers, no snarling lip, venom in his voice. Just a man who was forced to grow up too fast, thrown the world to carry, and nobody to help him hold it.
You’d said it a million times to him, but it didn’t stop you from muttering a small, “You work too hard, Michael,” while still stroking his soft hair.
“I know,” came the familiar reply, voice hoarse from lack of use.
“But you have to,” you said before he could. You knew the script by then.
“...But I have to,” he echoed, typing stopped for a moment, his hand coming to meet yours that had somehow settled over his chest. “I know I’ve been….absent lately. You know I don’t want to be doing this, right? I didn’t know it would be like this.” He looked to you, bloodshot eyes starting to tear. Before any could fall, she shook his head to refocus and let his eyes look over to the small collection of empty mugs that covered the desk, so very unlike Michael’s usually neat freakish tendencies. He picked one up, dark, cold coffee sat at the bottom, obviously abandoned quite a while ago. He knocked it back, grimacing at the too strong, bitter grinds that had made it into the cup. You saw his hand shake, just the slightest amount.
“Maybe no more of that.” You took the mug from him and replaced it on the desk, further from the others and his collection of files. “Come to bed, it’s late.”
He hesitated and you already knew the answer. “I just need to finish this. Then I can sleep.” He nodded, almost trying to convince himself that he’d be sleeping next to you soon enough. “In a few minutes… get in bed and I’ll meet you.”
He tried to smile. It wasn’t like he was unaware of what he was doing to you. He saw the way your heart seemed to break a little more each time he had to choose work over you. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You weren’t in his plan. His nor Satan’s. Michael knew deep down that he was never supposed to fall for anyone-he hadn’t the time.
But had happened. And you were his.
He wouldn’t change it for anything.
“I’m not sleeping without you tonight,” you mumbled, leaning over him from behind and gently kissing his neck. Just a small motivation to get him to relax, just a little. You untied the messy bun his hair had been pulled into, loving the way it fell to his shoulders and framed his face against the contrasting lights.
His eyes remained unfocused, looking away in guilt. He wanted you. It wasn’t that he didn’t want you. It was that there wasn’t enough time and for all his planning everything remained a failure. He supposed that maybe he deserved this as punishment. Working every day, nonstop, while his love was there and waiting for him. A sick mockery of Hell itself. Michael suspected that it was his father’s doing. Allowed to remain living as a reward for bringing the end times but punishment for not doing it well enough.
“I’m so-sorry,” he choked out, voice still rough and cracking.
Coming around to stand in front of him, you tilted his head up to look at you. No more words were needed as you leaned down to place a gentle kiss to his full lips. You felt a sigh come from him, a small amount of tension leaving. He couldn’t help but move against you, hands reaching to your waist, your cheek, anywhere. He needed to feel you. Feel how you moved, breathed, radiated energy. Just to feel something living and breathing in this cold, dead world he had created.
Before even thinking, processing that he was still busy, you slipped off the dressing gown you had on as coverage as you meandered Hawthorne earlier. Michael settled his hands on your hips, thumbs tracing small circles as you stood before him, in between his spread legs and his desk. He leaned in, lips and tongue tracing your stomach and sides. Unable to stop himself, he pulled you in, arms wrapping around tight, until you were settled straddling his lap.
You continued the open but small kisses to his neck. Unbuttoning his shirt, you slid it down his shoulders, knowing full well that he wouldn’t fully undress but needing to feel his warmth against your cheek as you rested on his shoulder. He was hardening under your ministrations but that really wasn’t your intention as you just needed to feel him. Not even sexually. Just as another person. His warmth. The rise and fall of his chest, his breath.
Knowing you were causing just another distraction in his already busy life, you stopped your small movements but couldn’t find it in you to climb off, reveling in the sensation of him against you. He felt the same. Your weight on him a reassuring presence that maybe he wasn’t as alone as the thought.
Taking a moment from the small bites he was leaving on your shoulder, he looked past you, eyes settling on the open laptop. You felt him sign under you, already defeated. His hands hesitated over your hips, refraining from grabbing you like he wanted to.
“Michael. Look at me,” you whispered, the room only full of the sounds from the crackling fire. Your thumb traced over his cheekbone, eyes pleading for him to just relax for even a moment. “Please…”
He couldn’t, ashamed that he’s let it get this far. Let himself get so caught up in work that you were neglected...that he, himself, was feeling neglected. He sighed, eyes still downcast. “I have to. I know we’re both feeli-”
“You can keep working. I know how important this is. I just wish you would let me help you relax a little.”
“I miss you.” The confession dropped from his lips. Despite spending every day, almost all day, at his side you missed him, too. Even when you were sitting beside one another, laying in bed, even occasionally while intimate...he felt miles away.
“You don’t have to miss me anymore. I’m right here.” You resumed placing small kisses onto his temple, jawline, all the places that made his eyes flutter shut and heart full. His hardness still pressed into you and you reached to cup him through his tailored trousers.
“Y/N….not tonight,” he choked out, looking broken.
“No. I don’t want you to fuck me, I just need to be close to you. I need you.”
Michael nodded slowly, recognition setting in. He allowed you to remove him from his confines, breath already coming faster now that your hand was gripped around his length.
“I need you, too. Please. I need to be in you,” he murmured against your lips, sounding more desperate than he cared to admit. You nodded in response, noses brushing innocently, and placed another kiss behind his ear, over the mark of the Beast. The very thing that defined him, made him what he was, who he was. The reason he was this overworked shell of himself. You couldn't help but still love every part of him.
Not completely free of bad intentions, you pressed yourself against him so he could feel the slick heat of your core against himself. Michael let out a soft moan, his mouth occupied toying with your nipple. You felt him shiver under you and tingles resonate up your spine. As much as you wanted to, it wasn’t the time to play cruel to your Antichrist.
It didn’t take long for you to line yourself up to him and before you could do anything, Michael’s steady hands gripping your waist forced you slowly downward onto him. Once fully seated on him, the two of you let out contented sighs. His head rolled back and your hand instinctively went to catch it, supporting his neck. You took the opportunity to nip on his full bottom lip, but smiles bloomed over both of your faces. Finally home.
“You...still need to work.” The spell remained unbroken, however. He nodded reluctantly, head now resting on your front.
“I know,” he resigned and you felt his hands leave your body, cold rushing in where his touch left. It was mere seconds later you heard the quick taps of his nimble fingers over the keyboard, the shuffle of paper.
It was irrelevant. Everything was except the warmth you felt radiating from him, the stretch of your cunt around him, his body inside yours. Physically as close as two people can be. Emotionally...you were getting back there, you could feel it.
He showed it in small ways. A small kiss to your palm when you’d graze a hand over the velvet of his jacket, the softening of his eyes from across the room when dealing with Cooperative business or reprimanding Outpost inhabitants. It was there and always would be. You knew the shroud was lifting and it would be back to hiding in the corridors of Hawthorne, his laugh radiating and a perfect match for his boyish grin.
One of his hands removed itself from the keyboard to caress down your spine and settled at the base, warm and firm. You breaths matched, each sigh shifting him inside you, hitting a new angle, making you feel even closer than before.
The keyboard clicks continued, slower due to the fact the one of his hands was stroking the soft skin at your hip. Michael’s shoulders dropped a fraction when you placed your head on his shoulder, nose brushing the sensitive spot under his jaw. His eyes lowered, breath softened.
Over the course of the minutes, he would occasionally drop a kiss onto your shoulder, soft and awfully chaste considering the fact that he was buried in you. But it wasn’t about that, that evening. It was about Michael and who he was and his breath and movement and reminding him that maybe things weren’t so bad in the godforsaken hellscape he was responsible for. That there was still some good left, despite the original goal to strip humanity of that.
And he knew it. He felt it from you. The undying love that you held for him and he could only be reminded that there was good left. And that he loved you, the same.
The typing continued even after Michael dropped a cheek to your shoulder, head tilted, as he somehow continued working through his drooping eyelids.
“Mmmmmm,” he mumbled into your skin, exhausted.
“I know.” He didn’t need to speak, you already knew what he was trying to say.
His other hand settled on the back of your neck, the only sound being the crackling fire and candles. You shivered and he pulled you in, bodies still connected.
“Michael,” you whispered, going to suggest that maybe you two go to bed, but the small shake of his head told you that he’d rather stay put.
His breathing evened out, face still resting on your shoulder. All his muscles relaxed into your touch. Finally at ease.
Your fingers threaded through his hair and you considered waking him to move to bed...but you were comfortable too. Warm and finally feeling a little more complete with him inside you. Perhaps closing your eyes for just a few minutes couldn’t hurt.
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Miss Jacki’s Wincest World
Tonight I have Wincest on my mind... I usually do, but more tonight than normal so Id like to share with anyone interested, my thoughts and headcanons about it, and maybe those of you who read this, may view Sam and Dean’s relationship a little differently, or, at the very least, see there are many ways to enjoy Wincest, and maybe even inspire you, writers and artists, to create around this view. I know not all my followers dig Wincest, so I’ll put in a cut so as not to spam your feed with something that may squick you. Anyone who is interested, please feel free to comment, ask me stuff, or share your own view. So click the cut, and enter if you dare 😎
I want to start off by stating that Im not into m/m sex, and I definitely don’t have an incest kink, however, Sam and Dean have something very special that I noticed and loved immediately when I first started watching. The first time we see the brothers together, I was hit with “WOAAH easy tiger” Dean’s smile. a breathless Sam “Dean?!” and I knew, this was gonna be interesting! At first I was intrigued, but still a little put off with how thick the subtext was, with all the sexually charged pushing each other into walls, unnecessary touching and grabbing, and heart eyes they would look at each other with, I remember thinking “the writers know they're brothers.... right?”But it wasn't long before I found all this downright adorable. and though I didn’t think the brothers have sex, when Dean sold his soul for Sam, I knew they had an unmatchable love. Something that goes far beyond familial love to something none of us will ever experience. 
I don’t know when it happened exactly, but by the end of season 4 I was thinking “If they had sex, would it even be the worst thing they’ve ever done?” Sam and Dean do immoral, unethical and illegal things all the time, but for good reasons, so, if they crossed that line into banging each other, it would be for a good reason. Like, they love each other more than words can express and need each other more than oxygen. So really, is it a reach to think it would become sexual at some point?
I know it won't ever be canon, and honestly, I don't want it to be, but it’s obviously something the writers have always wanted us to consider, a risque thought to entertain, and maybe even accept between the 2 of them. Jared and Jensen aren’t offended by the thought, they play into it at con panels and on gag reels. Sometimes the show jokes about it, and the cast and crew even play into it. It was great to learn I wasn’t alone in thinking Wincest is the best ship ever!
Now, my headcanons and preferences are different than many other Wincest shippers, and that’s fine, there's more than one way to love this pair. but I must say that it makes it difficult for me to find a fic that matches my opinion. It’s not your fault, it’s that I am a picky little shit, and though I accept and respect the views of others, for my own personal satisfaction, sex between the boys has to be a certain way, or it doesn't do much for me. 
I know for many, if not most of you, like the idea of the boys being sexual since they were young. I am absolutely turned off by any underage sex... Sam and Dean or anyone else... and I am also turned off by them being an age that wasn't played by Jared and Jensen. All that aside, I do understand the romance of the thought of the boys, lusty and passionate for each other and tearing at each other in the Impala after a hunt, that's all good, but for me I like all that tension to build up all these years, through everything they've been through together, and how they've felt when they were apart. 
I've never felt that the boys lust after each other. It's pure honest love. They see each other as beautiful and the center of their universe.  The sun rises and sets just for each other. It’s not “Damn he has a hot ass” (for me anyway) I don't think either brother is bisexual. This would mean they have an interest in men as well as women, and neither has shown they have any interest in men at all, but they have a bond with each other, that even they don't fully understand. They just know they belong to, and with their brother, in every sense of the word. Even death doesn’t part them. In fact, Death tried to, and Dean killed him 😉
I see them as not being together romantically until recent years. In fact, the later their “first time” is in a fan fic, the better. The longer that tension builds over surviving Hell, dying over and over, fighting, reuniting, watching people they care about die, and a world they've saved half a dozen times, still crumbling before them, Finally, the boys have nothing left to fear and give themselves over to each other. 
To get more personal, and maybe even a little smuttier. I dont see either as specifically a top or bottom ( hehe) I think they switch depending on the mood. I think Sam loves his role in Dean’s world. The little brother that Dean would sell his soul to protect. Dean wants to be sweet and gentle with Sam. Worship him inside and out. This works for me because if you have noticed, when Dean barks and bristles up to Sam, Sam rolls his eyes and pushes through it, but when Dean talks softly or expresses how important Sam is to him., Sam melts like cheese on a hot plate. Dean enjoys melting Sam 😊
Dean, however, loves that his little brother is big and strong and nerdy as he may be, is a lethal mofo if someone hurts or threatens Dean. When Sam makes love to Dean, he likes to be a little rough, playful,. not overly aggressive. He likes to take control and Dean gets all tingly when he does (that's literally canon folks hehe) If you've noticed, when Sam argues with Dean but is being the nerdy, logical peace-maker, Dean rolls his eyes and blows him off. However, when Sam expresses emotions, whether he’s angry or sad, Dean listens and softens up to him. Dean responds best when Sam is passionate and emotional. 
Dean also likes to feel Sam’s size and strength. As protective as Dean is, sometimes he needs protection himself and loves that his nerdy little brother is a freakin tank who would let the world burn to protect him. 
Sometimes, sex is just fun. Awkward and sloppy. Laughing because they're too big to do it comfortably in the car, or maybe they played a stupid drinking game or lost a sexy bet on a football game. They trust each other implicitly and experiment sometimes, and both are comfortable enough to say if they like it or not. 
Wincest is just the best, isn't it? The show has done well at painting them as a married couple. Nowadays, Dean hasnt even shown much interest in finding a chick and getting laid, and Sam has had sex once in 6 years! They may never admit on screen that the boys have sex, but they’ve made it obvious that they dont need or want other people for anything anymore. 💕😍
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Another  ‘OMG did Matthew Goode really say that’ interview for you to enjoy....
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SuperHeroHypeFeb 16, 2009Superhero Hype! talked to Matthew Goode on the Vancouver set of Watchmen about playing Ozymandias:
CS/SHH!: In the comic book Ozymandias has one of the more interesting costumes…
Matthew Goode: I know, slightly worrying. I remember when they told me [I got the role] and remembering, “Excellent!” Then I read the book and went, “Oh my God, I’m in a pair of pants.” Luckily, they’re slightly cooler. When I first went to L.A., I was in after Patrick [Wilson] and felt pretty good because he was like, “Dude, it’s f**kin’ awesome.” He looks sort of Batman-y. I’m in more of a suit than just pants. I wouldn’t have the legs for it. It would ruin the whole effect, my skinny, pasty English legs.
CS/SHH!: Were you familiar with the comic book prior to getting the role?
Goode: I wasn’t. I met someone who is involved in the cartoon “The Incredibles” and I knew that was loosely based upon the novel here. I wasn’t really into that area of comics and graphic novels, so it was all new to me, but I know it’s apparently the best graphic novel ever written according to Time magazine. So when I did finally get around to reading it, it was so much more complicated and adult and intelligent than I expected. So when it came time to make the decision to do this I was like, “F**k me, I’m in.”
CS/SHH!: What was the most striking thing about the book for you?
Goode: What was interesting, me and my friends just discussed the politics and apathy, and if we were attacked by another planet or an outside force, then surely everything would have to come together, so I thought that was a really interesting concept. And, obviously, with energy issues we have now… it’s incredibly relevant and I feel very proud it was written by a Brit. [laughs] So, I think all of those things jump out particularly quickly. The idea that you can have a lot of fun.
CS/SHH!: How do you walk that line between the serious moments in this film and the possible camp that could come through?
Goode: With difficulty. What’s funny on this job, I came right from “Brideshead Revisited” which you can’t really get any more different. It’s the same as anything. You learn your lines, you have a chat with Zack and the movie is bigger than any one particular actor or character. I’m dealing with it as I go along. On the first day I’m standing there in a bright purple jacket and blonde hair. I’ve got women who work for me in my office that are wearing very little. There are 200 people standing around… it’s work, really. God knows what it looks like, but this is Zack. I know when he was making “300” people were watching the rushes wondering, “What the f**k is this guy doing?” He’s a bit of a visionary and he’s got so much energy – in Zack we trust.
CS/SHH!: What’s your take on Adrian’s part in this story? Is he wrong? Right? What’s his angle for you?
Goode: There is the big question of morality and you’ve seen it before in films like “Saving Private Ryan” where you are saving the one with the possibility of more dying. And here it’s saving the world… as a ratio compared to the rest of the world, to put it in that perspective it does seem like a good equation, obviously it’s a horrific thing to do. The thing is, it’s a line of insanity. Is it crystal clear? I’m doing it this way and I couldn’t give a sh*t what you think. His eating a bowl of hash and being in love with Alexander the Great, is he metrosexual? All of that rubbish – at the end of the day, I don’t want Adrian to be maniacal in the slightest. Then again, we’ve still got a ton to shoot, so Zack might come back to me and say, “He’s crazy!” I think I want him to be as human as possible. As clear cut and a bit remorseful for what he’s done, but we’ll play it a few different ways and see.
CS/SHH!: Adrian is not in the book a whole lot, but he’s always present so is there a bulking up of your character scene-wise in the film?
Goode: That’s sort of my worry is that you’ll get stuck with a lot of exposition and that’s fine but in the book when he’s talking to his Vietnamese work group, it’s suddenly that four or five pages of [talk]. That’s worrying to do because, how the f**k am I going to do that without boring myself to death and making it interesting? So that’s been broken up, as you obviously have to do with any adaptation to make it interesting. There hasn’t been a “bulking up” but there’s been sequencing changes that have been done well.
CS/SHH!: Do you ever play Adrian at your own age?
Goode: That’s one of the things, he’s meant to be in his 40s. There’s a bit with the Watchmen in the ’70s – that’s about my age. But he’s meant to be a fine specimen of a man. [laughs] So you have to suspend your disbelief. It’s meant to be he’s a walking advert for Oil of Olay. There hasnt’ been too much prosthetic work. Poor Jeffrey [Dean Morgan], he’s gone through the gamut of sitting through the makeup for several hours. He goes from 20 to 67 and, I’ll tell you, you’re going to love the opening of the movie. Sh*t the bed, he gets the crap beaten out of him. Thrown across the room, busting through tables. The less I’m involved in swinging the punches the better.
CS/SHH!: All of the characters have a past with one another so have you been hanging out with your co-stars?
Goode: Certainly not before the project and often times, because of the long schedule and the sequence and filming, we’re not all here at the same time. But when we are, beers have to be drunk so we do go out and have fun together. You want to be as friendly with the rest of the cast as you can be. We have a laugh.
CS/SHH!: Do you look forward to being an action figure?
Goode: It’s slightly embarrassing. There’s an action figure in one of the shots, I’ve been staring at myself. I have to say, it’s incredibly life-like. It’s enjoyable and something I’d probably put in the sh*tter at home. [laughs] Something people can see when they come out to the house and say, “God, you’re an *sshole.”
Source: Ryan Rotten
Read more at https://www.superherohype.com/features/98303-watchmen-set-visit-matthew-goode#BbxuIKy9mOwdeet7.99
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Plots and Scandal Pt 2
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Prompt Request: Fíli/Mallory/Kíli or Aidan/Claire please!
44 “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.” 106 “I made a new friend today.” “Real or imaginary?” “Imaginary.” 104 “Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.” 275 “There is nothing worse than seeing you get what you want.”
Locked in a focused near trance on your sketch pad you formed the comic strip repeating in your mind you were softly vocalizing for your phone propped up on the table in front of you. Through the face call you heard, “Please tell me you don’t plan on hiding in that hotel their whole trip.”
You shook your head, “Nope, I’m going to drop in at that shop in a couple days.” You glanced up returning a scrunched nose tongue extended expression in response to theirs Aidan clapped his hands over his mouth not to laugh at your adorable expression. “Hey! I made a new friend today. I am not sulking.”
Smugly the voice asked, “Real or imaginary?”
After a pause you averted your eyes back to the page mumbling, “Imaginary.” Only making the men looking on smile larger as you turned your sketch pad to the phone, “But look, he’s got a stick!”
The voice asked, “Is that raccoon facing a troll with a stick?”
You nodded lowering the pad again, “He hacks the troll across the face and it’s all, ‘Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.’ Plus he has some catchy phrases.”
“Oh yes like the line about the group of guys beating him up and the constant mentions of his testicles…Why do you draw that fodder?”
With a scoff you replied, “You know as well as I do I can’t just go around flashing the full design until the show gets picked up. Have to brainstorm discreetly.”
“Again, vampires aren’t that uncommon. I’m certain you can get away with it.”
You rolled your eyes, “You just don’t get it, it’s in my contracts, I can’t.”
A sigh came through the line as your fingers folded around your pen knowing what was coming next, feeling the tears already filling your eyes again remembering the news of your ex dying leaving you spending an hour crying in the bathtub as the guys were out. “I just don’t see what was so appealing-.”
“Lina-.”
“No let me-.” Promptly you ended the call and turned off your ringer making the phone buzz until you blocked her number and set the phone aside, mumbling, “There is nothing worse than seeing you get what you want.” Grabbing another colored pencil you added, “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.” Turning back to your sketch, “I think I’m going to give this troll a bright red beehive hairdo and pointed glasses.”
The men couldn’t help at your determined furrowed brows adding the details to your strip. Dean gently rapped his knuckles on the wall drawing your eyes to the group that smiled crossing to you as Richard asked, “Couldn’t help but hear, you animate a vampire show?”
You softly blushed saying, it hasn’t gotten picked up yet, turning the book to the trio that leaned in and chuckled at the few strips you had as Aidan stated, “Well when it does let us know.”
Richard chuckled, “It looks fantastic. Even with the raccoon as the hero.”
Dean, “Who is the hero in the full show?”
“Don’t have a name yet but he’s the last in a long line of disgraced vampire hunters. Has to go after Dracula after a town kills his, Dracula’s Wife. He’s sort of a drunken savant at killing the undead, ends up having to be friends with one.”
Aidan, “And the emu?”
“A female, we can’t seem to settle on her yet, but it’s sort of a, I don’t want to say, sibling like, bickering between the trio.”
Richard chuckled then eyed you carefully having been the one to guess your bout of crying he shared with the guys hoping to find something to make you feel better. An idea he quickly settled on was your joining them for the convention, among the group was going to be a set of the Weta workshop crew that had gladly agreed to show you through the traveling exhibit sharing details on it while the guys signed autographs before the second group of actors. Mainly the outright angered bundle of fluff Graham had become when hearing about what had happened, agreed to show you around himself as Aidan was busy. Gladly being the single Dwarf among the Elf cast to do so while Evangeline swapped with him so she could fly home early for another fan stop of her own for another of her roles.
With a grin Dean added, “So, we managed to get you a pass for the event.”
Your lips parted, “You-.”
Aidan cut you off, “We are not leaving you alone through this. Besides, you had our characters on your bag.”
Your eyes shifted to Richard as he stated, “We’ve managed a surprise for you, so when you’re ready we’re heading out.”
With a nod you stood and went to pull on your socks and shoes, wearing the same jeans and a fresh shirt under your cardigan, making sure to bring your blank notebook and extra pencils in your old satchel coated in your random sketches to cover its aged spots of wear and followed the group with their own bags of books, snacks, water and ipods.
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Unable to help it your anxiety spiked in the wave of cameras until your hand was claimed by one of the guys. Another car pulled up and more giants filed around you and guided you inside where you were led through by Aidan until he was taken away and forced to leave you with a parting smile under Graham’s care alone until the Elven cast joined you greeting you happily and guiding you through their character’s section of costumes and weapons leaving you a giddy bouncing mess when you were left alone with the Weta crew fully able to geek out with you over the details of the world they helped build. For hours you shared and swapped stories of your various jobs while Graham took his place on his own cast table through the Dwarves’ final sets of interviews.
A short lunch break let granted you a private moment to sketch a dozen of the ideas your tour had given you. Though your concentration broke at a familiar Irish croon over your shoulder through a set of foreign curls brushing along your cheek, “More raccoons?”
With a smirk you showed him the sketches of armor and weapons and even scenery you had imagined. “Just small details for later.”
He nodded then said, “Care to look through some booths?”
You nodded and put your book and pencils up accepting his side for the walk not noticing the subtle glances your way the world soon spread around confirming an affection he had for you already. Steadily he made sure not to cross any boundaries and ensured your happiness through the muddle of actors aiming to do the same. Though his times with you spelled out differently at your hand nearly outright claiming his after a few testing brushes of your knuckles against his. Holding back his smirk he held his hand closer to yours urging you on to freely claim his hand, hoping to soon not even have the second guessing.
For years he’d been in another relationship, and through his painful breakup he made certain none around him felt any pain. You had fallen into his life at the end of that dark tunnel, and just in time it seems. Even in the few minutes you shared on that plane he could just sense it, with you he had to try for something, anything more than a passing moment by chance. At once he could tell in those green eyes of yours in an instant he would hold you in his arms taking you home with him to Dublin. You’d fit in perfectly with his family, who no doubt would tease him for his blonde break and relenting to his weakness for fiery haired women even his characters seemed to love as well. As he left your side for one more group photo you held the camera for his plans all locked into place. He would be heading back home after a short stop in London and he hoped to be able to convince you to join him for one more adventure after the following day he had planned.
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chapter six / rem belongs to @forlornraven / masterpost / mature content
The van idles in the parking lot when Nakoa wakes. Rem’s nowhere to be found, until Nakoa peers out the window of the motel room and sees him setting their bags in the back, a cigarette stuck out of his lips.
Nakoa pulls from the window, stretches his arms above his head.
Waits for Rem to come back, and when he does, he takes one look at Nakoa and says, “You ready?”
“For /what/?” Nakoa’s ready to settle down. Get a job in some bullshit city that won’t ask his age. Rem can…
Well, maybe if he’s happy, he…
“Next leg of the trip.” He pulls the cigarette from his mouth, stubs it out on the bottom of his shoe. “You wanna get dressed?”
Right now, he wants another fucking nap.
“I’ll blow you,” Rem says, with a raise of an eyebrow, and Nakoa snorts. There’s no fucking way Rem wants to get out of here that quickly. “If we go.”
“Yeah fucking right,” Nakoa says.
But Rem steps forward and pulls Nakoa against him by the hem of his t-shirt. Tucking his fingers into the waistband of Nakoa’s pants, he says, “No. Hey.” He tugs at Nakoa’s collar, a smile tugging at his lips. Nakoa thinks about kissing him. He doesn’t. “I’m serious.”
Nakoa looks from Rem’s lips to the van outside. “Where are we going?”
“Oregon, maybe. Why not Canada? Or Mexico. Check out some of their beaches.” Rem grins. Draws Nakoa in for a kiss, and he tastes like coffee and creamer, sweet and smooth.
Like a different guy, but… fuck, Nakoa’s used to this. Rem gets freaked out by something, says a bunch of jackass shit, and Nakoa handles it poorly. It’s not like this thing between them’s easy. Nakoa doesn’t understand it himself, most of the time. Nakoa’s never wanted as much as he wants with Rem, and… that’s terrifying. To imagine the future and want someone by his side.
“What happened?” Nakoa asks, when his eyes are still closed and Rem pulls away, just slightly. “With the blood.”
Rem goes tight under Nakoa’s fingers. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Tough shit. You’re going to.” Nakoa pinches him, under the arm, and Rem yelps, scowls at him.
“Might have some prick on my tail. Don’t worry about it.”
Don’t worry about it. “You nearly beat the shit out of my dad when he hit me last year,” Nakoa says, trying to contain his frustration and failing, “but the second I want to make sure you’re okay—”
Rem pulls away. “It’s not the same. Come on, in the car. You can drive.” He flashes a smile, mischievous, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“Rem.” Nakoa flattens his voice, steps backwards so Rem’s presence isn’t quite so intoxicating, so he can think through the fog in his head. “I’m serious.”
Rem sighs, runs a hand through his hair. “It’s fine. Can you calm down? I’m not some fucking damsel in distress. I can take care of myself—”
More than he had the other night, Nakoa wants to leave. Let Rem fend for himself, see where that gets him. But then, he imagines Rem lying on the side of the road, or in some dark alley next to a liquor store, and— “Why are you so afraid of this?” he asks, thinks about gesturing between the two of them, really nailing down what he’s talking about.
A dark look passes Rem’s face, before he says, “Because I don’t want you involved.” Nakoa expects him to leave—it looks like it. “You don’t need to get caught up in my bullshit anymore than I should be caught up in yours.” Nakoa wants to tell him that he likes to be, that he likes knowing Rem’s fine, that if he could help, he would. And now that it’s them against the world, two of them on the road alone, each other is all they have. But Rem doesn’t let him, says instead, “We have fun together, right?”
And any hope burns to ash in Nakoa’s chest. He tastes it on his tongue when he says, “Yeah. Fun.”
Bowie plays on the stereo in the car, and Nakoa hears it from miles away. He thinks of what Rem said in the motel room; fun. That’s what it started as; is that all it will ever become for Rem?
Desire breeds warm and heavy in Nakoa’s stomach, sated temporarily by sex, but more often Nakoa just… wants. A longing feeling when he sees Rem singing along to the radio, when Rem moans—a different one when Nakoa touches him than the one he makes when eating pancakes, but neither less arousing than the other.
The goofy grin when he teases Nakoa.
He wants. Maybe the two of them will never own property, will spend their lives on the run from Nakoa’s shithead of a father, from the people Rem hustles for money to survive, but that’s a better end than wasting away in Withervale.
Nakoa should tell him. He should find a way to say the words without scaring Rem off, to say without expectation what he wants.
But then, he wants Rem. Is it not better to have what pieces of himself Rem will offer?
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“What are you doing?”
Rem’s voice is scratchy with sleep. His eyes bloodshot from a twelve hour drive, and Nakoa’s knuckles hurt from where he has been pressing against play, pause, record for two hours, listening to the radio.
Fuck. Nakoa rips off his headphones, says, “Nothing. Why?”
Rem raises an eyebrow, says, “Come on. Come to bed.”
Bed tonight is the mattress in the back of the van. Nakoa’s money sits safely in the locked glovebox, but it’s dwindling. They’re close to Oregon, now, Disney just a pipe dream, but Rem keeps pulling off to look at the wildlife. To stop in gift shops. To tug Nakoa around randomly in tourist traps.
Nakoa might revel the attention, if he thought it would lead anywhere.
In Rem’s hand hangs a bottle of whiskey, capped, but when Rem leans down to press a kiss to Nakoa’s lips, he tastes sober. Like toothpaste.
Nakoa chases Rem’s mouth with his own when he pulls away. Rem smirks. His gaze lingers on the tape recorder. “This for me?”
“Fuck off,” Nakoa says. He’d picked up the tape recorder in a pawn shop for a few bucks, one night, and a pack of blank tapes, too. He’s tossed out one shitty mixtape once already, to throw Rem off his tail, to keep him from immediately suspecting. Kind of counterintuitive—the whole point of the mixtape is so Nakoa doesn’t have to say anything—but it calms the anxiety some. That tape had a bunch of Madonna and Bon Jovi, interspersed with just enough of what Rem likes to keep him from telling Nakoa to fuck off and replace the mix with something else.
But it’s hell, finding songs for him. It’s a fucking nightmare. Nakoa has two, right now; a Queen song and a Bowie song, and it feels like the damn thing is never going to be completed. There are a million songs out there, but they’re too cheesy. Too fast, too slow, too cheap, too cliche. Whatever Nakoa’s looking for, he hasn’t found it yet.
Rem’s hand is cold in Nakoa’s, though. There’s a chill to the air, but Rem is warm when he pulls Nakoa against him, brushes his lips against Nakoa’s hair, and laughs as he says, “You need a fucking shower.”
“Rich, coming from you.” Not that Nakoa minds; or not that he can say anything about it. They both need showers, water pressure better than what by-the-hour motels have to offer. Some fucking soap.
Nakoa hums under his breath, already trying to budget out what they’ll need. He can’t.
“What are you humming?” Rem asks. His breath is warm against Nakoa’s ear, his arm a pleasant weight over Nakoa’s waist. It’s been a few days since they’ve fucked. Rem’s been going, too much, switched on too often. Nakoa jerks him off in the van, sometimes, on open stretches of road, sometimes Rem returns the favor, but Nakoa’s getting restless.
That was the beauty of Withervale, Nakoa thinks. The opportunity to do whatever the fuck they wanted, whenever. And it’s not like they couldn’t pick any town they pleased, settle in, but the call of the open road sounds like the call of a siren, to Nakoa; irresistible.
“Sounds like Queen,” Rem says.
“Good ear.”
“Mm.” Rem’s voice is already drifting. Nakoa waits until Rem’s breathing evens out, sneaks back out to where the recorder sits on the old picnic table next to the van.
It’s dawn sooner than Nakoa expects, and there’s a vicious crick in his neck that throbs and burns when he moves his head.
But, after searching through multiple tapes, through radio stations, through mixtapes… Nakoa’s finished.
He clears his throat. Hits stop on the recorder, then hesitates, his finger over the record button again. He could say it, here. Tell Rem everything he wants to say, even though words are meaningless. It’s easy to recognize that, with Rem. The amount of things that just happen, the words that fall from Rem’s mouth.
Nakoa shoves the tape in the stereo of the van, and crawls back onto the mattress. Rem’s breathing is still slow and steady.
He doesn’t move towards Nakoa in his sleep, so Nakoa does it instead. Presses himself against Rem’s side and curls against him. Nakoa breathes him in, stretches his legs, and passes out.
He wakes to Freddie Mercury singing over staticky, broken speakers, quiet, barely audible. Nakoa stretches his arms over his head, yawns, and sits up.
Rem’s behind him, hands in his lap, picking at the last few remnants of his nail polish from his nails. Nakoa makes a mental note to pick some up, if he can find any.
Nakoa watches him, for just a moment, head tilted to the side, before Rem says, “I like this one.”
His heart swells. A grin grows on his face. “Yeah?”
Rem says nothing, though. Just starts the van, puts it into gear, and drives.
Mist surrounds them, casts the road and woods in an eerie, romantic fog, and Nakoa listens as the tracks change from one to the next, discordant in genre but similar in theme.
Rem laughs when The Scorpions play, taps his fingers against the wheel, and Nakoa feels his heart sing along with the lyrics.
When the tape ends, Nakoa takes a deep breath into the silence, his breath loud in the empty space between them. Rem says nothing, seeming content in the quiet. Nakoa wants to fill the silence, somehow, but all the words feel wrong, now. The tape has already said everything he wants to say to Rem, more eloquently, more concise.
But the miles pass, and Rem says nothing. More miles pass—and he says nothing.
Nakoa resigns himself to nothing, disappointment growing in him like a wild beast, untamed and unmanageable. He bites at his fingernail. Lights a cigarette and takes two drags before he puts it back out.
Still, Rem says nothing.
So neither does Nakoa.
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In Depth Profile of Gretz
This is going to go VERY deep and very much into Main Story Quest Spoiler Territory so I’m gonna put the unnecessary stuff under a read more.
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Full name: Unknown, She hasn’t given out that information. Race: Erune, techincally a Revenant. Elemental Attunement: Water Occupation: Captain of the Grandcypher, Mage, but can probably beat most people in a sword fight. Charge Attack names: Originally “Lainetav Meri” then becomes “Vaikne Ookean” Parents: Both parents are Erune, Father is from Zinkenstill, Mother from Lumacie. Mother died at giving birth, father is currently in Estalucia. Siblings: Twin sister, deceased.
Aaaand the rest can go into a Read More because this is where things go very detailed and I’m not gonna clog the tag with my ramblings! This is basically her backstory, and parts of the MSQ retold to fit Gretz
I’m gonna warn you all now that this is a brainfart and probably badly written because there’s like... facts and story and it’s all written like a mess, but hopefully explains enough.
So... I suppose the story should start from the beginning. Gretz’s father was an incredible mage and the leader of his own skyfarer crew, and he started young, younger than Gretz when she began her journey. Somewhere along the way, Gretz’s father met Margrite, a rather plain Erune woman from Lumacie. The two fell in love but her father kept the relationship a secret. Before long, Margrite found out she was pregnant, and out of the blue, Gretz’s father disbanded his crew and hid with Margrite and wanted to simply start a family with her.
Things went horribly wrong, however, when both Margrite and one of the twins perished during birth. The circumstances were strange, they simply started failing, and even though Gretz’s father was very well versed with healing magic, to the point where he could bring someone back from the bring and regrow their limbs... his magic didn’t catch. Nothing he, or any of the other healers did could save Gretz’s mother or twin. Margrite’s soul was beyond saving, but a little sliver of the dead twin’s essence was still there, and the father managed to grab onto it. 
Gretz’s father stayed with Margrite’s family for a while, until his guilt got overbearing, and he decided to go back home, to his mother’s home. Things were quite relaxed for many years, Gretz grew up strong, and wasn’t really bothered by the fact that she didn’t have a mother. Her dad never mentioned the twin.
He taught her magic, and passed down his ability to cast magic without any arcane instruments, but instructed Gretz to never show that ability to anyone. She never truly understood why this type of magic had to be kept secret, but she played along.
When she was 8, her father’s crew had tracked him down, and much to his dismay, they were incredibly angry and wanted him to get back into skyfaring. Gretz was instructed to hide, her presence was to be kept a secret from the crew, who would otherwise want her to join was well, given that she was HIS daughter, and probably inherited his powers. So Gretz hid. She hid until her grandmother came to fetch her and Vyrn, and so Gretz was left without her father. The little girl was left grief stricken, being only told that she will find something very important when she was ready. 
So she stayed there on Zinkenstill until at the age of 21, she saw the girl with the blue hair falling from the sky, and her fate was sealed. She valiantly defended this strange girl, only to be struck down by a hydra. In the process her soul tied with Lyria’s, but another entity was brought into the mix. A terrifying fighter spirit with an opposing power to Gretz’s, the ability to void magic utterly. Gretz would not find out about this other spirit until much later, when stakes would grow bigger and lives were endangered more, but until then, she, Vyrn, Lyria and Kat went on to create a skyfarer crew. 
Most of the story follows the main story quest, bar for a few differences, most notably, when Not Gretz appears. She’d appear any time when Lyria would be sure to get hurt, other times when things seem hopeless for Gretz. Her body remained the same but the aura surrounding the Erune was different, cold, devoid of joy. Her mannerism was harsh, sarcastic, almost evil. Most of the time, the crew would spare any people who got in their way, opting to convince them to take a better walk of life, but not this person. With impossible precision and immense power and speed, a jagged spear would cut down all who dared to harm the Red Dragon or the Girl in Blue, or even the vessel herself. These “possessions” were short, but left Gretz a mess for several days. The scar on her stomach that almost ripped her in half that would never fade no matter how hard she tried to get rid of it would tear open, crippling her. They would all inevitably heal, but it seemed that whatever shared Gretz’s body had a vendetta against her and wanted to make it obvious to everyone. 
As the crew land on Lumacie, they take on a job to clear out an old cemetery that’d been overrun, and Gretz comes across a very familiar name. That leads to her getting a little hint to her other grandparents, and she tracks them down. The old pair receive her warmly, shocked at how much she looks like her father but having her mother’s eyes, never saying anything bad about her father and that her mother’s death was just an unfortunate situation but wasn’t anyone’s fault. Gretz then keeps regular correspondence with her mother’s parents, and is happy to have found more family.
The next most important event happens after the crew flees Lumacie following their defeat at the hands of a corrupted Yggdrasil. They go to Zinkenstill, where they find that Gretz’s paternal grandmother had passed, leaving her shaken to the core. The crew presses on though, determined to save the islands from the Empire. At the shrine, Vyrn falters, prompting Sturm to raise her weapons at him, only to be swiftly swatted to the side violently by a powerful black spear. Not Gretz takes on the agent duo, her antimagic nature completely cripping Drang and pinning Sturm against a tree with her own swords, though not killing them outright, as “it would interfere with The Other too much.”  Before having the shit utterly beaten out of him, Drang did manage to find out who the spirit was, though only cryptically being told that she was “the one who never made it.”
The assault was cut short as Furias’ invasion of the island was deemed far more interesting a fight for the entity. The invasion didn’t last, and soon everyone would return to the ship for a rest, Not Gretz relinquishing control of the body back to Gretz just so she could see the injured Drang and Sturm drag themselves back onto the ship. Needless to say, Gretz, feeling like a monster, attempted to hide from shame, only to pass out from her stomach being ripped open again.
The healers all scrambled to get her back whole again, and no major injuries except for Gretz’s pride. The following morning, before the sun would crest the mountains, she managed to drag herself out of her bedroom, and tip toed off the ship, silently, not telling anyone. Vyrn, however, seemed to know something was off and found her, weeping at her grandmother’s grave, and suggested that the two go and do a favourite early morning passtime of theirs. The two quietly went onto a hill, and Gretz began to call out. Her voice sorrowful, but the echo in the mountains beautiful, and after a moment they’d hear the typical clanging of cow bells as the herd ran over to inspect the calls.
The two of them were followed by another pair. By Drang’s suggestion, he and Sturm followed the captain to see what she’d do, ghosting around like that, all mysterious. It didn’t take long for Gretz to notice, and in her weakened state, she became petrified and convinced the two would want revenge. A little slip on the wet dewy grass left her tumbling off a steep hill and straight into a fencepost and she felt a bit too weak and in pain to do anything so she simply curled up and started to weep. Drang and Sturm, both taken aback at this display of vulnerability rush up to her and Drang offers a little healing to close up the cut on her forehead, Sturm simply propping her up. Gretz, confused and scared simply starts rambling about how she thought they’d kill her. The agents shook their heads and deny that being their goal, though Drang wants to know more about the entity in her. 
Upon hearing the phrase that the entity is the one who “didn’t make it” Gretz realized that the entity could be none other than her deceased twin, though she then became even more confused as to how her twin who died at birth would have those abilities. One question answered, 10 more now taking it’s place. 
After cleaning herself up a bit, Gretz spots a strange glint in the distance, in the middle of the field. Squinting at it, she spots a familiar relic, her father’s staff. Though weak, and hurting, and confused, her legs simply begin to move and she recovers the staff. The stone in the middle shining just as bright at she remembered it. 
The 4 return to the ship, where the rest of the crew is restless and panicking looking for their captain. Relieved to find her unharmed, the crew quiets down, though Gretz now has a new resolve to go and save Yggdrasil, so after Vyrn releases whatever the hell was in the shrine, the crew goes to face the menace. 
During that fight, it seems quite hopeless but Gretz manages to unleash magic to a crazy amount. Her innate spellcasting meant that she didn’t need tools to cast magic, but she remembers that she can siphon magic in from other sources than just herself. After basically destroying several staves and tools by sucking out all the magic and basically almost turning herself into a being of pure mana, she manages to get a hit strong enough to defeat Yggdrasil, but then immediately gets slammed full force into a rock cliff by one of the snake tentacles. Her spell took away all noise in the area and the sickening crack of her body hitting the rock face was more than enough to make the whole crew imagine the worst. 
Luckily, being made of pure magic meant that in that state her body was basically unable to die from injuries, though she immediately requested help to fix her numerous broken bones. Lyria was NOT allowed to see the body. Everyone else still has nightmares.
After that... The crew follows the main story aside from a few minor differences, but Gretz accepts the whole “Singularity” business pretty well but then realizes that she really DID cause the deaths of her mother and sister.  Lyria manages to pacify the spirit, and Emmeliine is given an official position in the crew, and Gretz no longer gets torn up every time a possession takes place. The crew are looking into getting a golem made for Emmeliine so she and gretz can exist in the physical realm at the same time. Em is still very spicy and mean, but no longer AS murderous. She’s still able to beat the shit out of the crew.
I hope??? These ramblings make sense?? I wanted to make a comic of this but my hand  hurts and in fic format it’d take too long.
Yes my self-insert is a fucking Mary Sue with Deep Issues and a Dead Twin Ghost Spirit whatcha gonna do about it.
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me: has 500 muses me: adds more
shush i am in a battle to have the most muses and just bc i have like 600 doesn’t mean i don’t want to play them a few of these are old old old muses I always have muse for and would love to start playing again.
under the read more you will find introductions for:
ambrose hartley ( bebe rexha ) colby blackstone ( sofia black-d’elia ) harley maddox ( miley cyrus ) brinley joseph ( chloe norgaard ) quinn james ( kehlani parrish ) daniel silver ( herman tommeraas ) lance nash ( justin bieber ) holden clover ( james franco ) & conor johnson ( nicholas hoult )
Do I hate myself? Yes I do.
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AMBER ROSE “AMBROSE” HARTLEY looks an awful lot like BEBE REXHA. SHE is TWENTY-SEVEN and while they're PLAYFUL, they have a tendency to get pretty ABSENT MINDED. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to HURRICANE by HALSEY. 
Ambrose came from a really loving family tbh like, she had no problem with them at all in the slightest
her problem was she just couldn’t stay tame no matter how hard she tried, even when she was young she seemed to be full of energy and at the age of six they had adopted another little girl to be Amber’s best friend
For a long time they were the closest of friends, and there were times where Amber thought they’d be friends forever, but as they grew older she could see how different they really were, and how perfect she seemed to fit into Amber’s family
Better than Amber ever had, actually.
So at the age of eighteen she packed up her things and moved out.
She didn’t move far, at first, instead she decided to crash with one of her girlfriends but that honestly didn’t last long.
That was when she began to travel but no one ever seemed to match her wild and adventurous persona.
While she was gone she did do a lot of bad things you could say. One of those things being mixed up with a man who actually sold her for prostitution but you won’t ever catch her talking about that
During one of these wild adventures, though, someone made the joke that they thought her name was Ambrose because of how fast she speaks. Ever since then it just stuck. That was a few years ago ( 25 )
She just recently came back to Kola after deciding maybe it was time to go home and see her family and old friends. But who knows how long this will last.
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COLBY BLACKSTONE looks an awful lot like SOFIA BLACK D’ELIA. SHE is TWENTY and while they’re LAID BACK, they have a tendency to get pretty IMPULSIVE. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to FAST CAR by KHALID COVER.
papa was a rolling stone..... legit
her dad is a rock star and she’s one of hadley’s siblings
her mom is just as wild and firey as her father with a legit passion for music and maybe did a few songs with him but she was most known for kind of being a hot mess ( courtney love vibes )
which is why it’s so fucking weird that colby is the way she is like? she is just this soft spoken chill individual who likes to take photos
she’s been her parents photographer for events since she was sixteen but she’s been dying to get away from them 
so off to kola university it was, where she’s studying photography
she’s here to have a good time and she’s pretty chill
unless you get her stoned then she’s fucking wild
oh and when she’s drunk????
she’s basically a fucking rockstar just like her parents
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HARLEM “HARLEY” MADDOX looks an awful lot like MILEY CYRUS. THEY are TWENTY FIVE and while they’re ACCEPTING, they have a tendency to get pretty OBNOXIOUS. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to CURSE OF CURVES by CUTE IS WHAT WE AIM FOR. 
Harley is here to steal your girl honestly they flirt with every single female they come into contact with it’s kind of overwhelming 
but they arent strictly into females they just feel more comfortable around them
They have always been masc / the dom in every single relationship they’ve been in, romantic or platonic. 
They just have always had that more dominant personality type which has lead to them getting into a great deal of fights
When they were seventeen they came out that they identify as agender and go by they/them pronouns but their parents just didn’t seem to get it???
it wasn’t super bad or anything it just lead it to be awkward in their house hold so Harley decided to leave at the age of eighteen after graduation
Ever since they’ve been living with their best friend ( wc ) 
They work in a liquor store where honestly they get to pick up on a lot of people and get invited to a lot of parties so they dig their life a lot tbh.
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BRINLEY JOSEPH looks an awful lot like CHLOE NORGAARD. SHE is TWENTY-ONE and while they’re HELPFUL, they have a tendency to get pretty SKETCHY. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to RAINBOW by KESHA
. oh my god this is my oldest muse I’m bringing in so far and I’m actually writing a book based off her life so there’s a strong ass chance this is gonna be long and I’m gonna have the absolute most muse for her because i know her so well
so basically when brin was 16 her father convinced her to start dealing drugs for her in school because it was like the easiest way for him to make money since so many people in LA, California were smoking pot esp in high school 
And her dad has always been like a brodude more than an actual father figure and like she agreed because hey she got to pocket some of the cash and she was able to live her best life right
wrong at seventeen she actually fell in love with someone while her father was gone for a full fucking month and he had the audacity to come back pissed off at her for pulling away from him / he also may be on the run from the cops bc he almost got busted but he was mad at her for the former
so he took her away from la and they began their travels on the road
she never even got to finish high school
Basically she lived in an RV with her father traveling from city to city selling drugs just to get by
Her father had a way with talking to people that made it easier for them to sell and what not but soon, her father’s connection ran dry
She was nineteen the first time one of her fathers friends cornered her in the small RV bedroom and no matter how loud she yelled, he never came.
He swore it’d never happen again.
Three months later it was an almost routine practice and Brinley realized she never meant anything to him
She was too scared to leave and still to this day hasnt
She’s currently living in Kola, California but she’s staying in a motel room
Her father was able to score some drugs when they got there so she’s currently selling but she’s scared when the drugs run out he’s going to turn back to the old routine.
Give me some new friends for her
give me some people who will show her she can leave her father and stay in kola forever
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QUINN JAMES looks an awful lot like KEHLANI PARRISH. SHE is TWENTY-THREE and while they’re SELFLESS, they have a tendency to get pretty MESSY. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to THE FEELING by JUSTIN BIEBER. 
Quinn is such a mess of a human being I swear to god
She would give her left foot to a stranger if they needed it which is wild because she thinks thats her best attribute
NO IM JOKING BUT SERIOUSLY THIS GIRL WOULD GIVE ANYONE HER WORLD and she’s so quick to fall in love with people it’s absolutely disgusting
but she’s just the kind of person who thinks too far ahead but she’s such a fucking optimist she feels like everything will work out and nothing could POSSIBLY EVER GO WRONG!
wow is she constantly wrong it’s a problem but listen you can’t get her down no matter how hard you try
she’s new so thats legit all i know about her
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DANIEL SILVER looks an awful lot like HERMAN TOMMERAAS. HE is TWENTY-THREE and while they’re HELPFUL, they have a tendency to get pretty UNREALISTIC. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to I’LL SHOW YOU by JUSTIN BIEBER.
Oh my god this wild fucking animal right here was well, at first he was cosima silver’s nephew but now since i have them in the same group he’s her cousin and lives with her in the apartment above her little shop
This did not happen easily, oh no, he comes from a family of very strict parents who actually exiled Cosima’s family from their lives at a young age because they believed in her ‘gifts’ and they thought they were crazy
Daniel, though, thought the exact opposite. When they were young and before the split happened Cosima would talk to Daniel about her gifts and he would reel in them and he literally loved it so much
But when they were cast out of the family Daniel sort of realize just how horrible his family actually was??? and how different he was????
Sadly his dumb ass was honestly stuck there until a month ago where he finally packed up his shit and completely bailed on his family then moved in with Cosima and he’s been here ever since
He works in her shop as a tarot card reader or rather, he’s trying to learn how to do it. He has literally no gifts but he wants to help people and maybe start to learn from Cosima 
Personality wise he’s my big pansexual mess who is flirting and messing around with just about everyone every chance he gets and he just lives for making out and hooking up and having a good fucking time okay
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LANCASTER “LANCE” NASH looks an awful lot like JUSTIN BIEBER. HE is TWENTY-SIX and while they’re RELIABLE, they have a tendency to get pretty IRRITABLE. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to HOLY GRAIL by JAY Z FEAT. JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE.
 lets start off with the fact that Lance is the oldest of SEVEN CHILDREN his mother being the common denominator 
Lance was the first born and her most prized son out of all the kids but as he got older, and she started having so many suitors, and started toying with various hard drugs he sort of lost that connection with her and was forced to grow up way too young.
When he was ten, he already had three siblings, each one of them born a year or two after the other and Lance was the only one who could really take care of them. Him and the second oldest were often left in charge of the kids but they didn’t want much to do with all the kids and Lance sort of understood that.
When he turned nineteen and the second oldest was eighteen they left town without so much as a letter which only forced Lance to become the actual father the whole family needed.
His life has always been about the kids. He now has siblings ranging from 3 to 25 and he usually keeps tabs on all of them. 
But ya boi has to make money some how, so, he’s dedicated any time he can get away from the youngest kids to doing what he does best and thats babysitting drug addicts or being a designated driver.
He personally does not do drugs but he knows what to do and how to take care of people when they’re tripping so he has become the druggie babysitter of Kola, California.
He’s honestly a really cool dude who is actually really fucking helpful all of the time
He just gets really god damn moody sometimes and wants to punch people in the throat but think about it his day starts at 6 AM with 2 children and 2 tweens, you’d be moody as hell too by 9 pm while driving some drunk asshole home
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HOLDEN CLOVER looks an awful lot like JAMES FRANCO. HE is THIRTY-NINE and while they’re BALANCED, they have a tendency to get pretty FICKLE. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to A WALK THROUGH HELL by SAY ANYTHING. 
his gif doesn’t match my aesthetic at all or his aesthetic but IDGAF BECAUSE IM ALIVE FOR IT
ANYWAY Holden is a cop:tm: he’s been idolizing them his entire life and now he’s just a good guy cop who sometimes lets people off with a warning and is that ‘cool cop’ around town like
all the kids love him, even criminals like him he’s just really charismatic and seems really chill????
ugh i have literally virtually no information for him other than he was divorced and it’s gonna be one of the many wcs i write up and submit but if someone wants an ex husband who gets too focused on his job all the time hmu for sure
he also has a younger brother who may or may no t better be dave franco
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CONOR "CJ" JOHNSON looks an awful lot like NICHOLAS HOULT. HE is TWENTY-SEVEN and while they're COMPASSIONATE, they have a tendency to get pretty RECLUSE. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to IDK LOVE by JEREMY ZUCKER.
ok he’s not a zombie in his main verse but like if u think for ( 1 ) second im not turning him into a zombie for the zombie verse ur WRONG!!!!
but lets focus on mainverse cj and talk about zombie cj later
Conor has always been a nice and compassionate kid and honestly, he got married at 23 to the love of his life
But after three beautiful years he lost his wife to a car accident and he hasnt been the same since
a lot of people in town look at him like this poor broken bird because ever since his wife died he hasn’t been able to be like a normal human being 
he doesn’t go out
he barely goes to work
he’s going to lose his house
he’s just in a deep deep deep depression and honestly it’s actively sad
but he’s still nice and charming and flirty at times but it’s very rare
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