#but quite frankly I'm tired and probably won't care

[shadow4-1]

I'm just imagining the 141 looking for a medic because all of the ones they sign on keep dying or getting poached by other task forces. And you're a baby medic who is shadowing your higher rank and well esteemed teacher (who is actually the one on the 141's radar). But something goes horribly wrong...

You've done everything you possibly can but he's still drowning in his own blood.

He's tried walking you through everything through wheezing, wet breaths. He has a knowing look in his eye, this isn't working and it won't work. You're in the EVAC helicopter, but the time it'll take to get you back to base is too long.

"I-I'm sorry." You whimper, tears forming on your lashes. "I'm not a very good student."

Your mentor smiles sadly, his eyes glassy. He was always sweet to you when he was no nonsense with everyone else.

"You're doing great, kid." He huffs, blood leaking out the corner of his mouth. He winces and sputters up more but you're there. You try to fill up his vision and give him something to focus on. "People crash. Don't give up on 'em till it's over."

You cradle his head, memorize every wrinkle, scar, and patch on his kit. And then, it hits you.

He's right, its not over yet.

You rip through your medical supplies with shaking hands. It feels like it takes forever but it's merely seconds before you're sticking a needle from your vein into his. You watch the bag as it quickly fills with your blood before entering into him.

Your mentor chuckles and shakes his head weakly. This is nowhere near anything he taught you. But he knows it might just save his life since you're both the same blood type.

You go through multiple more needles releasing pressure on his lungs until he's even more stable than before. He finally has a shot and that's all that matters.

You're so close. Fifteen minutes out when he starts to crash again. You've exhausted everything. Your medical supplies are dwindling. You have no more blood to give. Your teacher just continues to smile at you. And he keeps smiling at you and he keeps smiling at you. You rub at his face, his eyes are far away. You feel for his pulse.

You scream.

It's not one of fear, but a deep, mournful cry. You turned your comms off forever ago but you know everyone could hear you, even through the wind. It carries your scream off and away as the heli's motors clip around you. You feel empty. He was supposed to teach you more. He was supposed to live.

You scream again and throw yourself over him. You sob and scream and grab at him, trying desperately to look for vitals. You know you won't find one but you're delirious. He's supposed to live! You did everything right!

Tears blur your vision but you notice someone out of the corner of your eye. It's one of the members of a different task force assigned to help your squad with this now terribly failed mission. He's their Captain, you think. He tries to reach down but you hiss at him. You don't care about rank. You don't care about the social ramifications. You scream to be heard over the wind.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!"

The man's eyes soften. You don't imagine what you look like. You probably look wild, feral, gnashing your teeth and growling. You don't care. He's YOUR teacher, he's YOUR responsibility. Quite frankly, you don't trust any of the other strangers watching you. You hiss at them too. Then you cry again.

You bury your face into your now dead mentor's chest and sob.

- - - - -

The look in your eye is like nothing he's ever seen before in a medic.

Price had watched you exhaust every possible avenue to save your superior's life. When all else failed you gave him your own blood. And when he finally succumbed to his injuries you threw yourself over him, not allowing anyone or anything to get close.

Even when they arrived on base, when your other superiors tired to swoop in, you stood your ground.

"I don't care! Even in death he's MY patient!" You yelled at your own Captain.

And surpisingly, they let you take care of him to the end. They even let you escort his body to the morgue. It's where Price finds you hours later.

You sit in a rusty old folding chair just outside the morgue doors. Your eyes are glazed over, far away, and still brimming with tears. He kneels in front of you to get on your level. He doesn't say anything, just waits for you to finally see him. You blink slowly and look up at him.

"I-I'm sorry..." You apologize. "I d-didn't mean t-"

"It's alright, Love." He hums and offers you a tight smile. "I understand."

He pats your knee in a fatherly way before standing up. His knees pop and he winces. You immediately stand up, your eyes searching him up and down.

"S' alright, I promise. Just a lil' stiff s' all." He soothes. "I need you to come with me."

He notices how your pretty lil' eyes widen. He shakes his head and offers a hand to help you out of the chair.

"You're not n' any trouble, sweetheart. I just want to talk with you."

He looks down at you with a knowing, sweet smile.

Your commitment is exactly what he's looking for.

#cod imagines #mw2 #call of duty #mw2 headcanons #cod mwii #captain price #price x reader #captain john price #john price

[purplink8]

Naomi is one of my favorite characters so I decided to compile my thoughts on her in this post! :D

(Disclaimer: I do not particularly like the fanon version of Naomi & while I do dislike Raye, I still believe without a doubt that he cared for Naomi (enough to go along with Light when he threatened to kill his loved ones, and the first one to pop up in his head was Naomi) and had his (however misguided (by sexism ofc)) best interests at heart for her. That does not absolve him for being, frankly, really really rude + sexist to Naomi and I will forever be annoyed with him for that.

tl;dr I'm neither a fanon!Naomi stan nor a Raye apologist. Anywho-)

Before I talk about Naomi, I want you to take a look at this panel directly above the one in which she first appears.

Before Naomi's first appearance, Ryuk says "I guess women being tough in crisis goes for humans, too." This is said in reference to Yuri being unphased with the bus-hijacking and dragging our fave sexist murderer to Space Land haha.

But I think it's significant that the above quote was said by Ryuk for all women (maybe the real feminism was the Shinigami we found all along!) JUST BEFORE Naomi's first appearance.

Even before Naomi is introduced, the canon has (however jokingly (side-eyeing you Light-o)) established that women are tough in crisis. I do think that's saying something- especially when you'll see (which will be discussed in length in this post) that this statement holds true ESPECIALLY for Naomi.

But we'll come back to this later; let's move on to Naomi actual appearance in canon.

We're introduced to her as Raye's loving fiancé who is also attentive (receptive) towards him as she asks him why he's tired to which he mentions the bus-hijack.

She's quiet in noting down her observations in her head as she asks Raye for more info regarding the bus hijack:

Look at the '...' she has before asking Raye for details. We can read it as hesitation to voice her suspicions before they sound strong enough or as the pause to think it all through OR more likely as we'll see in the panels below, she perhaps hesitates due to the conditions she agreed to with Raye. The pause may also be due to her analytical mind starting to work, she has to mull over the details she's just been given before reaching to a conclusion.

She does speak out on her misgivings as she clearly cares about Raye and thinks (& correctly at that!) that he met Kira.

Only to get shut down by him. Raye is, obviously, sexist and rude here but we have to remember that Raye thinks he's doing the right thing (according to his sexist 'i have to protect her from danger' attitude anyway). He does admit that she was an excellent fbi agent but still, he's not respecting her opinions.

Now this is where my hate for Raye shines through like

"once you pop up some of my babies, that habit won't pop up anymore" ~Raye Penber, probably, i wish i was exaggerating

Raye is unbelievably dismissive of Naomi here. Not only does he not take her concerns seriously, he also follows it up with a 'joke' about directing her intelligence towards being his future wife. Now, I do believe that Naomi wanted to quit her job too but that doesn't make it okay for Raye to y'know treat Naomi like this. And Naomi (being genuinely apologetic) politely chuckles it off.

I think this brings us to an important aspect of her character: she has a sort of passive attitude. She is not that assertive imo instead preferring to be compliant and yielding. She values harmony in her relationships & avoids conflicts by being agreeable (at least with Raye).

Then Kira happens to Raye Penbar and other FBI agents. I find it interesting how these panels are placed next to each other:

These panels are juxtaposed to each other to perhaps show us that while killing the FBI agents may be like a game to Kira & L, there are real stakes involved for those related to Kira's victims- they become pawns in Kira & L's game-: Naomi being the prime example, who is shown grieving Raye's death.

She is intelligent enough to deduce that Raye was murdered by Kira.

Now instead of wallowing in her misery (remember what Ryuk said about women being tough in crisis? yeah this is what's happening here), the former FBI agent picks herself up, gathers her wits + composure, and gets ready to investigate.

We're then shown panels of Naomi travelling alone. I want you to remember that the emotional wound of losing her fiancé is still fresh & forefront in her mind (trying to catch Kira is a very close second). Even if her thoughts are not depicted (her ride to Shinjuku is deathly silent: with neither dialogue nor thoughts- meant to express how she deals with her grief- Naomi takes action and does so quietly), we get an idea of how she feels.

Alone. Torn between feeling lonely/helpless yet determined to catch the murderer who killed the man she loved. Still, she perseveres.

And she gets info from the bus conductor, that there were six passengers other than Raye during the bus-hijack. She figures that since Kira must've been someone out of those six people, Kira may be living somewhere near that bus route. It's a small lead but a lead nonetheless.

Naomi also infers that Kira is able to kill people by causes other than heart attacks too. More importantly, she is of utmost confidence that her finding IS a fact which means she wouldn't be shook off that belief any time soon. Which is really, really bad for Kira as it narrows down the list of Kira suspects considerably well.

I'm gonna focus on Naomi's POV (you'll know why later):

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She enters the NPA building and the receptionists are being much help: saying that there's nobody on the task force here despite her appointment with them, which was made the previous day + asking her to just leave a message when she insists on meeting the task force personally.

This is important to her. Why are they being so difficult? She'd had an incredibly long day, her fiancé is dead and only she seems to have a clue of Kira's powers extend to killing people by causes other than heart attacks. She absolutely needs to tell this clue to the Task Force. If only somebody actually listened to her. (Even Raye, when he was alive, refused to do that).

Then a young guy, who introduces himself as the son of the task force Chief, comes in and talks with the receptionists about a case he had helped solve in the past. Whatever. That information does not help her in the slightest. She came here for one purpose and one purpose only: speak to the Task Force. Why are the receptionists so warm towards him while being so useless to her? And then the boy says something interesting:

He (if she heard correctly) may be able to beat L in solving the Kira case. He's definitely got her attention now. Either he's way too confident or there may be a degree of truth in his statement (well, they did just say how he helped them solve a case when he was a high schooler). Still, it's not like this guy can help her catch Kira when he's not even in the task force, right?

She's just about to mentally dismiss him when:

...he shares valuable information with her- something which the receptionists haven't (even if they had their reasons) and even better, offers to help her (he's the first person to do so ever since Raye died). He chooses to trust her (he had no reason to do that but does so anyway maybe due to the goodness of his heart? (she doesn't know- still he has helped her out a great deal already)).

It feels weird accepting his help but the boy is very polite + willing to help so she does. And offers him her sincerest thanks.

He also seems to think that Kira has greater powers than people think. That surprises her.

To think this young guy has deduced something which she had too...she chooses to confide in him a little (not so much, just a little without details, just as vague as his statement was) that that's why she's here.

The stranger tells his name. Light Yagami. And asks for hers. She's not taking any chances. Raye died because of giving his ID to someone in the bus (who, she's sure, was Kira) and while this kid seems relatively harmless, she's cautious. She has prepared for this. So she gives him an alias. Shoko Maki.

It seems she hadn't heard the end of his deductions. According to him, Kira can also control people's actions before they die- and she finally has someone intelligent enough, trustworthy enough (he trusts her AND has helped her out a lot) who is willing to listen that she cracks, offering him the final piece of the info she has puzzled out: that Kira can kill by causes other than heart attacks.

More information trickles out her (the kid, Light Yagami- she reminds herself- is surprisingly great at putting her at ease)...she tells him about her fiancé meeting Kira before his death. He's silent. When asked about it, he tells her it is due to the shock of hearing that.

Light is a patient listener, asking her details, offering his views on the matter so she doesn't mind telling him everything she has concluded thus far with utter conviction:

He's initially skeptical of course:

Still, he agrees that it's worth investigating into and that's what matters to her.

After thinking about it for a while, he informs her that he's convinced of her theory. Not only does he take her seriously, he also takes notes of the details of the incident.

Light has been as useful as a person in his position could have been and she's really grateful. She wishes to tell the task force herself so she heads back to the NPA.

He's still following her. Maybe he's doing this out of politeness? She tells him that she'll be fine on her own and thanks him for all his help. She turns. The kid approaches her again.

Only to tell her why the members of the task force were said to be absent.

Now she's suspicious. Why does this kid know so much about this investigation which ought to be kept secret from the general public? So she asks him. Only to get hit by this bombshell:

He is, if he's telling the truth, a member of the task force. Well, that explains a lot.

He tells us that all the members of the task force have been hand-picked by L.

Then she doesn't need to go back to the NPA, as she has already spoken to Light who, by his own admission, is a member of the task force which means her insights will be passed on to L.

Now that she knows that L selected Light himself, she allows herself to trust the kid enough (as she completely trusts L) to tell him that she worked with L on a case 2 years ago when she was in the FBI.

Naomi reveals that she'd been reluctant to trust the police and even the task force compared to L who has her complete trust (her plan was to ask them to let her speak to L directly, i.e., she didn't even want the task force to know her insights). Light asks her then why did she tell him something which should've been for L's ears only.

She gives him her reason.

She feels that Light & L are similar somehow (I think it's her gut feeling) and since she trusts L, she also, kind of, trusts this kid as he reminds him of L.

Then, something crazy happens. He asks her if she would like to join the investigation... She is flabbergasted, to say the least. She had come thinking that she'd be lucky if she got to talk to L directly but joining the task force herself?

Still, she has to admit the kid is nothing if not convincing. She feels indecisive. She doesn't know what to do; she's been feeling lost since Raye died. They were in Japan for a short while only. Hell, they were going to get married & get settled permanently in the USA. And now none of it was possible.

Raye was dead. She had to accept that.

What should she do?

But when the kid brings up how she's still a young beautiful woman for this dangerous investigation, she finds her doubts shattering and her resolve hardening. She realizes that she has gotten a new purpose now.

With her fiancé gone, she's got nothing left to lose anymore. Getting Kira (who was responsible for his death) is the only thing that matters to her anymore, as she says in her outburst. She'd do anything, regardless of risks to her life, to make sure that Kira is caught.

She's very determined now to join the investigation and requests Light for the same. He asks her some proof of her identification.

She hesitates, but feels this can't be helped: she reasons to herself, as she apologizes for giving out a fake name earlier. He praises her carefulness. And she gives him her driving license. He asks her some details about the time she was in the FBI. And keeps glancing at his watch strangely often enough to prompt her to ask him why:

He, once again, looks down at his watch as he replies.

He is Kira.

Light Yagami is Kira.

She is horrified, with realization dawning at her eyes that she has already given him her real name, and is filled with dread of what is to come.

And just an instant later, she turns sharply (not unlike clockwork) away from him. She feels as if she's in a trance. He is speaking something to her.

What's the matter?

An answer comes unbidden to her lips, as if that's what she's been supposed to say all along, like she has practiced this chat with him before,

"There's something I have to do."

The words feel foreign to her, and yet she feels that that's what she was destined to say anyway.

Didn't you want to talk to my father?

The words are a blur as she replies mindlessly.

"No. I have nothing to say to him."

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...well, that. was. Dark.

No, really, it's so fucked up how Light taunts Naomi in her final moments that's why I hate him during this scene.

But anyway, I wrote those 1.4k words talking from only Naomi's POV so that we may understand why she allows herself to trust Light.

I think the argument of her trusting Light "that easily" is uh... debatable? If you pay attention to the plot, it's not that hard to believe that Naomi comes eventually to trust Light.

I think people take this panel at its face value...

...which is just Light self-congratulating himself AFTER he got Naomi's real name (only to think 'that was a close call...' in the next panel itself) like? You guys, don't fall into his trap thinking that Naomi trusted him way too easily.

This guy cognitive-restructures his way out of every setback. Just because Light wants to convince himself that it was that easy to overcome this setback of a woman, doesn't mean you have to be fooled into thinking the same as Light too. This is just his hindsight-bias talking.

We know how hard it was for him to figure out a way to get Naomi's real name after she gave him an alias (while being as cool as a cucumber too). Do not forget that before you chide Naomi for being too naive (yes she IS a little naive (y'know the trusting L a 100 percent? after working with him through a computer screen?) but we shouldn't blame her for giving Light her real name). She was being careful all along.

Until Light, with his genius social skills (remember he's exceedingly polite & helpful + just. a. Kid in Naomi's eyes), focused all his intelligence to achieve his goal of getting Naomi reveal her real name and succeeded as he's an excellent manipulator and got luck on his side while Naomi's degree of luck is exceedingly low.

Also remember that Naomi is freshly grief-stricken and this polite kid is the first one to stop and listen to her (+ agree with her respectfully). And then too she gave him an alias. But was forced to give out her real name because the situation called for it.

(I don't put much stock in htr13 stats but I think we can safely conclude that it's correct about Naomi lack of good luck. Also, she dislikes stalkers and Raye stalked Light (yes he was just doing his job but still you have to admit it's a lil funny that she was gonna marry a stalker- ok I'm done now with the htr13 discussion)). Moving on!

After Naomi's death (she was only 28 at that time), L accepts the phone call from her parents reporting her as missing and comes to know that she's Raye Penber's fiancé. L finds her name familiar and has Watari look her up, to find that she arrested the preparator of the LABB case, which reminds him that he worked with her on that case.

When Aizawa & Matsuda suggest that she may have killed herself after hearing news about her fiancé, L disagrees with them saying that the Naomi Misora he knew had great inner strength and was an excellent FBI agent. He thinks that she's try to go after Kira (and he's not wrong).

And that's all the info about her that the manga canon offers us.

In conclusion, I think Naomi is very intelligent yet a little gullible/trusting of people (she chooses to believe in the good of the people methinks), polite, quiet, introverted, a tad passive, and tremendously emotionally tough (seriously tho, she's in grief sure, and that makes her vulnerable to Light's tactics to get her to trust him & all that but it takes guts to go after a killer who can kill just by knowing your name & face just after he killed your future husband).

Canon!Naomi is far more complex than the girlbossified fanon version of her and I love her <3

#death note #naomi misora #light yagami #l lawliet #raye penber #ryuk #yuri death note #musings #p #long post #meta #dn meta #my meta

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Character voice

Thanks @elsie-writes here, @willtheweaver here, @mk-writes-stuff here and here, and @illarian-rambling here!

Rules: rewrite the given line in your characters' voices

Got long, under the cut

“Are you okay?”

Lexi: "Omigosh are you okay? What happened???" [Probably panicking herself]

Maddie: *squints, tilts head* "What's wrong with you?" (Genuine worry)

Ash: *tries to read them telepathically* "You're upset. Why?"

Gwen: "Hey, are you feeling alright?"

Robbie: *clears throat* "You good dude? Been worried about you."

Akash: "Are you okay? Been worried, man."

Jedi: "Are you feeling alright?"

Carmen: *pretends she doesn't care, even when she does* "What happened?!"

“I overslept!”

Lexi: "WHAT?! What time is it?? Oh no oh no oh no I overslept my alarm! How is that possible?! Now I'm gonna be late oh no --"

Maddie: "Hm? It's [time]? Hm. Overslept I guess."

Ash: "Wow. I was more tired than I thought."

Gwen: "Oh, no, I overslept!! Guess I have to go to bed earlier or set more alarms next time."

Robbie: "What time is it?! Huh. Guess I needed the rest."

Akash: "There's no way I overslept--guess I didn't set my alarm. *Checks* I did?! Oh no, what are they going to think?!"

Jedi: "I overslept? Oh, dear, this never happens... I rarely sleep as is."

Carmen: "Did someone turn off my alarm? Change it?? There's no way I forgot to set it or slept through it. I don't do that. I don't need the sleep. I made sure I got my schedule working to get the maximum amount of work done. And now, I won't be able to do everything today." (This may continue)

“No, I don't want to eat that [insert food]!”

Lexi: "No, thank you. I'd rather not eat that. I ate too much already, and am full. Also not the hugest fan of it--it isn't your cooking."

Maddie: "I don't like that food. The texture is all wrong."

Ash: "I don't want to eat this--I don't care for it."

Gwen: "Sorry, not that hungry for it. Thank you for offering, though."

Robbie: "Nah. Not in the mood. Thanks, though."

Akash: "I, uh, hate to disappoint you, but I don't like this food. Nothing to do with you or your cooking abilities, it's all me."

Jedi: "Thank you for considering me when offering this, but I am afraid I am not fond of this particular dish."

Carmen: "Ugh, it's disgusting, I'm not eating it."

"That is the ugliest thing I have ever seen someone wear."

Lexi: "Oh... Um, here's the thing: I think we can do better. With the outfit. It's, like, cute and all in a... Unique way. Grotesque maybe. It's the color, I think. We can fix it though! I'll help."

Maddie: "What are you wearing? Are you going to the town in that old Dr. Seuss movie? Or like a Star Trek vacation spot?" *Grins at joke*

Ash: "Why would you wear that? It doesn't really look good."

Gwen: "Oh wow. Um. Sorry, I--your outfit. It's... Interesting. Haven't really seen anything like it."

Robbie: "Oh my GOD! Sorry. Your outfit just took me by surprise. It's...dude, I can't -- it's awful. For your sake, please go change?"

Akash: "Um..." *runs hand through hair* "Look, buddy, I love you, but *grimaces* I think you can do better. Frankly, it's not good. It's...bad? For you. How about I help you pick out something that's more...you?"

Jedi: (silent for several moments) "That is certainly a very interesting choice of fashion. I have certainly not seen anything quite like it, that's for certain."

Carmen: "What in the world made you get into that - it's hideous. Never seen anything worse in fact."

Bonus for this one, because I have a couple specific fashion oriented characters I wanted to react to this--

Rose: *several seconds of panicked crisis* "Okay, we can make this work. Let's spruce up this outfit."

Alex: "Oh honey...darling. Babe. Sweetie. Treasure. Sweetheart. Sunshine. Baby. I'm running out of synonyms. We need to help your look. It's not that good."

Sam: "...this is weird for me, I usually have something to say here. Well, uh, that outfit isn't working for you. Sorry. Don't want to hurt your feelings. But I think your feelings might be more hurt by others. You're glad you're with me. I'll help you."

Niri: *several seconds of contemplating what to say, if anything, he can't talk, he has an excuse, but oh no they're expecting a response, any longer and he will be rude!!!* (hesitant signing): "I don't want to be rude, but I...don't like it. Sorry. Do you want me to help you? I'm good with fashion."

"I hope you stub your toe."

Lexi: "Y'know what? I wouldn't care if you stubbed your toe." (She thinks this is an insult)

Maddie: "I really hope you stub your toe. Cause that hurts. A lot. You've done it before, right? It's bad."

Ash: "Leave me alone and go stub your toe."

Gwen: "You're such a rude person - I hope you run into something and stub your pinky toe. Maybe that will teach you." (Akash: Gwen, babe, how would that teach them? Gwen: I don't know, it sounded better in my head.)

Robbie: "You wanna know what I think about you, Jason? You're a pompous prick bus stop. And the next time you turn a corner, I hope you slam your tiny toe right out of the joint. God, that's painful. And maybe you can get the nail caught on something too. And I hope someone wearing shoes steps on your bare toes as well. And I also hope--" *Akash probably pulls him away*

Akash: *gets as close as possible* "Why don't you go stub your toe or something. I hear that it hurts."

Jedi: "If you were to stub your toe, I will not make a promise to not enjoy it."

Carmen: "I cannot describe how much I want you to STUB YOUR TOE RIGHT NOW!"

Woo, that was a lot!

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Y'all's sentence is, "Is anyone going to drink this?"

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[grumelot123]

"I'm trying so hard to hate you" PART 3! ARRIVES FINALLY!

I AM SO SORRY! I GOT A FEVER LAST NIGHT AT LIKE 10pm (the time i tried to finish this) AND FELT LIKE SHIT ALL DAY!

Tw:A little bit of smut(heavily kissing mostly), and this one ends in some angst...sorry!

As we went up into the elevator Aziraphale started almost..fidgeting? I guess he seemed more into deep thought than fidgeting, but not as if something was wrong. Just almost as if he's been thinking..? I'm not sure what he was worried abo-

OH SHIT ARMAGEDDON-

I have been so caught up in just being with my boyfriend, the joy of it and all, and forgot about the world ending?

"Aziraphale..are you alright?"

Azi Pov

I was in deep thought for the past 30 seconds while really blocking out the fact that Crowley was standing right beside me-

"Aziraphale..are you alright?"

"Oh- yeah I'm fine sorry my brain kind of went somewhere else.."

"Is it about Armageddon? Cause me and you usually work things out there really is no need to be worried at the momen-"

As he was talking I realized a couple things. I hadn't even thought about Arma-bloody-geddon since the moment we got into the car. Instead I was daydreaming like a teenage boy about what tonights sleeping arrangements could lead too. I mean me and Crowley have quite obviously kissed before, and it's not like I was afraid too it's just that..it's all so new and my heart practically jumps out of me when thinking about my lover.

"Er, no Crowley I wasn't thinking about Armageddon to be honest. Quite frankly, the hard parts already done"

"Oh? And what's that?"

"Getting you to say yes. Which worked out better than I planned. In all honest I'd thought I'd have to offer someone else to do this whole thing with you, cause it's not like you like me or anything." I said with probably a bit to much amusement in my voice.

"You little shit. If you keep talking about what you may have had to do to get me to come with you, I'm going to push every single button in this elevator, multiple times, until you apologize." He said..sounding a bit to serious for my liking.

"Okay! Ok! I'm sorry!"

Crowley Pov

As we walked to the hotel room I wondered how tonight would end...because I could think of a few ways, some dirty, some not so much, but what was Aziraphale thinking?

When we had actually got in there and shut the hotel room door behind us, Aziraphale stood there rather awkwardly deciding on what to do.

"This really doesn't have to be awkward Angel...just lie down. We are both exhausted and need the sleep. I won't try anything."

"I wouldn't have a problem if you did try anything"

He said then looked at me and gave me the most giddy happy smile I've ever seen and went and lied down..on the right side of the bed.

"I called right side on the way up"

"Only way to get me to move, is to move me, I'm tired"

So I did what any good friend, boyfriend would do and i dragged his ass off the bed.

"Right side is mine"

"You just so happen to be mine Crowley, let me lay down now please"

So maybe..he has been having some of the same thoughts as me, some naughty instead? But...

I was fucking speechless, I- what. I mean this, this is not a bad thing at all, I'm just fucking speechless.

It's not like this is all new.

Cause I mean, I am his.

I rolled to the left side of the bed.

(break in the story because I have 2 things to say CROWLEY BEING A SIMP IS CANON, IT'S GIVING DURING THE FIRST ARMAGEDDON WHEN AZIRAPHALE WAS LIKE "If you don't fix this, I'll...I'll never speak to you again!" and Crowley just took his happy ass and went on and did just that. And the other thing I was going to say is, I know it seems like they don't care about Armageddon but they don't really know if it's bad yet and they're to busy being in love to care)

SORRY BACK TO THE STORY!

AZI POV!

He actually went to the left side-

We really should be thinking about Armageddon right now but I can't bring myself to bring up the conversation at this moment. But I have had a question that's been bugging me all day.

"Crowley..why did you forgive me?"

Silence. He didn't say anything for a minute straight and I had almost thought he went to sleep but then.

"Because, well it hurt."

"What?"

"I hurt. Well I loved you...I love you so much it hurts. It burns inside me. It's like a craving I can't get enough of. You are something, I can't get enough of. Because I tried, believe me I tried so hard to forget you, to forget the feeling but I genuinely couldn't."

I should've said something sentimental or heartwarming back but all that came out was.

"That was hot."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"No I think you said something" He moved closer to me. "I want to know if you meant it though"

I moved my head to look at him..to look into those eyes. His eyes.

"Your eyes."

"Huh?"

"You said that you loved me so much that it hurts. That you tried to forget me. But I knew I couldn't forget you. And it always had something to do with those beautiful eyes of yours. That's what I tried to forget. Not only your eyes but your smile..and your voice. But it was impossible. Everytime I tried to forget anything about you, I did the opposite, I just thought about that certain thing..all day."

"And apparently what I said was hot"

We both actually burst out laughing. It was like tension lifted off my shoulders. This is night is just too good to ruin it talking about Armageddon.

Crowley Pov

As we were both laughing, I got to get a good look at Aziraphale, like up close. He seemed stressed. Like just how stiff he was. Which is understandable with him being sUprEmE arChaNgel and all but still.

Since tonight was most likely going to be our last night of peace and quiet for the moment.

I leaned in to kiss him, kind of nervous he'd dodge me and tell me to go to bed. But instead he kissed back even more eager than I was.

In the midst of it all I ended up straddled on his lap , holding on to the headboard, and just full on making out with him. I honestly got to lost in the kiss and ended up rubbing right over his...well you get what I'm saying.

He let out an almost whimper, then fully stopped moving, I was worried he was mad, but he didn't seem to care. He looked at me, and I wondered what he wanted me to do.

"Do you want t-"

"No, I want to wait. As something to look forward to after all, whatever this is."

"Okay"

And with that we went back to just kissing and melting into each others touched, shamelessly breathing heavily and just not coming up for air more than needed. After what felt like hours, we both started to get pretty tired. He layed back and I layed on his chest.

And fell asleep just like that.

In the middle of the night there was this almost loud screeching noise. But I felt like I couldn't move, as if I was paralyzed. I could move my eyes and in front of me was just Aziraphale but he looked pissed. But it was like it wasn't Aziraphale. I think I was dreaming? He just stood there and started yelling at me.

"You know I never loved you?, I'm using you, you're nothing, all you'll ever be to me is a fallen angel. I hate you. I've only ever been friends with you because it was for my benefit. It's fucking unbelievable that you'd ever think me, an angel, would ever fall for a demon like you. You're one of the bad guys, you've always been. No ones ever loved you. It'll always be like that."

"W-what?"

He's never acted like this, at all. He started walking towards the door to leave.

"No, no wait Aziraphale come back, I can change I can be better. I'll do anything, even if you're not happy with me. You want another lover? That's fine but please just stay with me. I can be better. I swear, Im sorry plea-"

"Crowley? Wake up, hey?"

I opened my eyes to Aziraphale holding me. My eyes felt puffy, I had a headache, and I was definitely shaking. I was sobbing uncontrollably and couldn't seem to get many words out.

"Aziraphale?" My voice still came out in choked sobs no matter how hard I tried to control it.

"Bad dream?" He looked at me, but like really looked at me with care and love in his eyes. His grip on me was firm, worried on what my next reaction would be.

"Yea..m'fine m'sorry for waking you" I said, still sniffing and sort of crying

"Hey, don't be sorry, it wasn't in your control, what happened in your dream?"

What if he feels the same way he did in the dream? It sounds silly but what if those are his true feelings or what if he met somebody else? No, he's my boyfriend now. He couldn't lie about that surely?

"It was dumb, I don't even know why I was crying" I said, sleep was already creeping up on me, yesterday's events took more of a toll on me than I thought.

"Not dumb, dear Crowley. Anything that makes you cry could never be dumb. But I won't force you to tell me, okay? How about you just come lay on my side of the bed?" He added the bit in at the end with a lopsided smile. How could I say no?

"M'kay...but hey angel?"

"Yea?"

"Where do we even start tomorrow..its 2:30am...where do we start today when trying to stop Armageddon?"

We've been so wrapped up in ourselves we forgot about the world ending, that says something, but I'm just gonna ignore that.

"I think we start at Anathema's house, yeah? She might have a good idea of what's going on."

"Oh..mmm...yea" Sleep was practically gluing my eyelids shut. I need at least 4 more hours in Aziraphale arms before tomorrow. Big day and all.

AZIRAPHALE POV

As I layed there, Crowley in my arms sleeping soundly. The room pretty much quiet. I felt like everything was..perfect.

I don't want to ever leave this room again. Tomorrow is not going to be the best of days I have a feeling, but me and Crowley will get through it. I mean always do.

Right?

END

Again I am so sorry it took me so long to finish this I had a fever last night and ended up throwing up this morning and just have not been in the writing mood.

But uh...Part 4 tonight or tomorrow anyone?

#good omens #crowly x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #angst with a happy ending #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #hotel? trivago

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

He knows this town, but Kate has spent the last five years navigating unfamiliar terrain and she finally pulls even with him, spots a break in the crowd, and launches herself at him.

They skid into the middle of the street, Robbie already with his hands up in surrender. "Woah, woah woah, Hawkeye, what the fuck?"

"What the fuck me, what the fuck you, Reyes?" She's sitting on him, dirt in her mouth. "Seriously, what the fuck?"

"The fuck did you chase me for?"

There's a crowd around them now and Kate is aware this is a very bad look for her. "The fuck did you run for, jackass? Were you just going to let someone fucking shoot Clint?"

"They wouldn't have shot him."

Kate leans away from him and tries to spit the dirt out of her mouth. "Oh, shit, you're bleeding, dude. Sorry."

He jerks his chin towards her. "Think I elbowed you in the face."

"Yeah, well, what else is new. So what gives?"

"Did it occur to you I might have a reason for not wanting you shouting my name across town?"

"Yeah. It did. And instead of explaining that like a normal person you ran like a bitch. So I decided your reason was probably stupid and I didn't care."

Robbie lets his head fall back to the ground, which is a shame, his hair is looking pretty fantastic and he's getting it all dirty. He covers his face with his hands like if he can't see her, her logic won't make sense. "Why are you like this?"

"Why are you like this?" She retorts. "Anyway, I just hit you with me, not a car, so be grateful."

"It was an accident!"

"I know! It still hurt!"

"Oh, what, like this didn't? Jesus, Hawkeye, I think you mighta broken a rib."

"Oh my god you whiny baby! Person impacting person is different than person impacting car!"

"Is there a problem here?" It's one of those friendly, pillar-of-the-community voices, the kind that clearly knows there's a problem but is nice enough to give you thirty extra seconds to scramble for a bullshit answer. The speaker is also, frankly, one of the most beautiful women Kate has seen in her life, her skin a rich brown that's also golden and the most perfect lips that Kate is not staring at.

"I think we're sorting it out, thank you though." Kate gives her a winning smile and extends a hand. "Kate Bishop, by the way--"

"God," Robbie says into his hands. "Please don't hit on my wife."

"Your what?" Kate is trying to picture it. Flaming skull. Married. She can't.

"Everything okay here, Tommy?" A new voice joins in. This is a Texas-tipped drawl from a man who, while not quite on the level as Robbie's wife, what the fuck, is also pretty damn attractive. Whatever they're doing in this place must be working. So Kate's distracted by the scruff and the gun pointed at her, which, honestly, less interesting than the scruff, so it takes a moment for the words to sink in.

"Who the fuck is Tommy--" she looks down at Robbie. "Please tell me that's a fucking joke, loser."

He finally stops hiding behind his hands. "Loser?"

"I'm tired, okay, the pithy one-liners just aren't coming. Also, you may not have noticed this, but I am being held at gunpoint by a ruggedly handsome man, which is distracting."

Robbie rolls his head back to see who she's talking about and sighs. "Please don't hit on my brother, either."

"Your what."

Kate gives it up as a bad job, just rolls over to the side so she's laying next to Robbie in the middle of the street. "So was this like, Russian nesting dolls of secret identities? Did you see I wasn't really using mine so you figured you'd have two? Was that it?" She asks in an undertone. "Also is your name really fucking Tommy?"

"Yes, my name is actually Tommy."

"My whole life is a lie."

He sits up at that. "I hit you with a car when you were eighteen and that is what is giving you an existential crisis? Girl," he shakes his head at her. "You got problems."

"Yeah, no shit, you think?"

"You hit her with a car?" Big brother intersects.

"It was a kind of falling-hitting situation," Robbie explains.

"He drove me to the hospital," Kate adds.

"The car was fine," Robbie finishes, and Kate's view is distorted because of the angle but she can see the absolutely horrified looks Bro and Wife are giving him and she laughs so hard she can't breathe.

"To be fair," she wheezes, "it was a pretty cool car."

"That doesn't really make it better," Wife points out.

"It does when you're a teenager," Robbie-Tommy says, getting to his feet and offering Kate a hand. She lets him take all of her weight, because he deserves it. "And it was just the once."

He waits til she's steady on her feet. "It was not just the once."

He drops her hands. "What?"

"The alleyway, the pier, below Tony Stark's house, and--that time in the desert!" She smacks his shoulder.

"Desert doesn't count, you'd been buried."

#kate bishop #hawkeye #tommy miller #robbie reyes #ghost rider #cause gabriel luna played robbie in agents of shield amd yall know im WEAK for this #my stuff #from the depths of the drafts #i mean its not doing anything in there may as well let it be free

[plutoswritingplanet]

And I'll Be Like Sugar (Silco x Female!Reader)

a/n: slowly but surely i'm migrating all my works from ao3 on here. this one's a bit old, back when Arcane was super popular and there wasn't as much Silco content out there. Cross-posted on AO3

Warnings: tender Silco (but not like, too tender), mentions of blood and violence, imbalance of power but not really, Silco's touch starved, s-m-u-t

Summary: After a job-gone-kinda-wrong, you get a visit from the Devil himself.

Your heavy boots are splashing the drain water with every step, as you fly through the Alleys, the shadow of pursuit hanging over you like a dark cloud. There is a small scroll in your hand, paper crumbled by your deathly grip. Inside is the key to a new Shimmer shipment, all the places, all the dates, straight up treasure. If you play your cards right, you could help your gang lift up higher from the ground, maybe enough to feel the sun on their fingertips. 

The entrance to your lair is right in front of you, but instead you turn right, into a small back alley. You jump through a stinking cloud of pollution, remembering to hold your breath, as you immediately duck under some boards. 

You crawl right to an entrance to the drain, kicking it up, before jumping towards a ladder. You can never be too careful, especially since the person you stole from was quite literally the most powerful man in the whole Underside, hell even on the top he was quite revered.

So powerful, in fact, that he couldn't comprehend the fact, that anyone would be so dumb, as to try and steal from him. And yet here you were, the biggest idiot on the face of the earth, currently jumping from roof to roof. The air is much thinner up here, easier to breathe. The familiar roof of your lair is getting closer, an open window upstairs awaits your arrival. For good measure, you throw a quick look behind, seeing nothing but empty rooftops. That finally soothes your worry, and you dive inside, feet first, landing on a dusty mat that has been moved under the window. 

The place is warm inside, heat enveloping you almost instantly. Downstairs, you can hear your people chatting amongst the muted sounds of music. Shrugging off your coat and a scarf, you make the short treck to your office. Swinging the door open, you go straight to your desk, hiding the scroll in one of the drawers. 

- Silco knows - a heavy voice of your right hand, Solomon, startles you.

He's standing there, leaning on the door frame, a deep frown settled on his features. Before you took over the organization, his scrutinizing gaze used to make your palms sweat with stress. Now, after years of working together, you've developed a mutual sense of respect. 

- Knows what? - you ask incredulously, throwing a tired look over your arm.

This job has taken all your strength, rolled it up neatly and then chucked it down the drain. There was a throbbing pain beginning to bloom deep inside your skull, and you felt a familiar burn in your legs from pushing your body to its limits. You are going to be barely alive tomorrow, and quite possibly, you won't be able to move in the morning. Your bed is right there, behind a heavy curtain, and you feel a sudden need to plop down onto it.

- This isn't a joke, Y/N - Solomon sounds concerned, which in turn makes you concerned. 

He's the most stern out of the entire gang, rarely showing any emotion, which is why, you turn to face him fully.

- He's probably already on his way here - Solomon takes a few steps inside the office, his heavy boots making the floorboards creak. - I don't know, what kind of agreement you two have, and frankly, I don't want to know. But this? - he motions to the drawer with an offended gesture - This is too much.

God, you should've locked the door behind you, that way you could at least pretend you're not here to answer all of that. Instead, you take a deep breath, pressing your pointer and middle finger to the bridge of your nose. 

- It's just some shipment plans, he won't even notice the loss - your voice is calm and monotonous, like you're explaining the most mundane of things - I doubt he would treat it so personally, at most, he'll send one of his goons, and those I can deal with. No problemo.

Solomon doesn't look too convinced. He opens his lips to speak, but is promptly interrupted, as a scrawny looking kid barges into the office. He's barely standing on two legs, breathing heavily. When he looks up at you, you almost fall back at the panicked expression on his young face.

- Silco is coming here - he finally wheezes out, the words filling the room, soaking into the walls, the floor - I saw his men two streets away.

Fuck.

- Hide everything he doesn't know about, tell men to scram and not to engage - your decision is almost instant, leader skills coming to the forefront. - Bring him straight to my office, I'll deal with him myself... And don't look nervous, we did nothing wrong. 

That's a fat fucking lie, you did several things wrong, starting with stealing from the damned man.

The boy nods and bolts out of the room, his high-pitched voice carrying through the corridors. Downstairs, you can hear your men run around, sounds of crates dragging on the floor make you wince. Solomon looks at you with a typical "I told you so" expression.

- It's all your fault, by the way - you stand in front of your desk with your hands crossed in front of your chest.

- My fault? How exactly is this my fault?

- Yeah, you spoke of the Devil.

The next ten minutes are filled with silent tension. You sit down behind your desk, hand subconsciously close to the treasure drawer, the other one supporting your chin. You look harmless enough, with tired eyes and disheveled hair. Hunched figure hanging over a bunch of papers. Old shipments you've dug out of some boxes. 

Flour, eggs, clean water. Innocent enough.

Your heart starts jumping in rythmn as the sound of boots clicking on the floorboards fills the office. At this point you're able to recognize him by his footsteps alone. A confident walk of a man secure in his power. Before he enters, you manage to take one, calming breath, exhaling it in time with the creaking of the door to your office. 

It's silent for a moment too long, and slowly, you drag your eyes up from the papers.

He's angry. You can tell by the evil glint in his dark eye, a terrifying image, but one you've seen quite often back in the day. You can deal with angry. Like always.

- Silco - your voice carries a steady, calm tune - What brings you here?

He's looking at you from above, somehow seeming even taller than you remember. Can men his age even grow? Probably not, must be the light. Or your nerves, which are currently wracking you from the inside. 

- Don't play coy with me - he seethes through his slightly crooked teeth, something that makes him look even more intimidating, if it's possible.

You open your mouth to shoot something clever his way, but the thoughts dies down as quickly as it arrives.

- I said don't - there is a bark to his voice you didn't expect.

One of his eyebrows twitches slightly, and finally it downs on you.

He's not just angry, he's beyond furious.

You've dealt with furious significantly less than angry. 

- Silco - you try with a gentler voice - It's nothing, you know it's nothing.

Wrong move. His evil eye gleams in the darkened room, a snarl settling on his lips as he takes two long steps towards your desk, nearly colliding with it. The pace at which he came at you makes you instantly recline back in your chair. 

- It's not fucking nothing - his slim figure leans over the desk, sharp fingers dragging over the mahogany wood - We've lost a whole shipment yesterday, three weeks of work went to shit.

His voice is quiet, barely above a whisper and it makes the hair at the back of your neck stand right up. He's close, you can feel anger coming off of him in waves, invading your space in an intimidating aura. For such a lean person, he can be surprisingly nightmarish. 

- I will not loose my product again, not one barrel.

- You won't exactly loose it - against all reason, the words leave your mouth, stunning him into silence - To loose something, you must be oblivious as to where it is. And you'll know where your one barrel...

The word "barrel" doesn't even fully leave your lips, before Silco collides his fist with the desk. You yelp, jumping in your chair. Your hands come up on instinct to shield yourself from... Well, from whatever is going to happen. 

He has turned around, a frustrated groan leaving him, as he pushes stray strands of hair from his forehead. You can see the muscles of his back move.

- I should kill you for it - he sighs finally, after a tense moment of silence.

- You won't - your voice sounds confident, but your right hand comes down to the dagger at your thigh, fingers skimming the handle, just in case. 

Finally he turns to face you, and you recognize his expression immediately. He's tired. Exhausted in the same way you are. Suddey all of his threats, and all of your jokes fall short, because ultimately, this is who you both are. Just a couple of really tired people.

- Give me the documents, so I don't have to kill anyone this evening - his voice sounds almost pleading, almost like he truly doesn't want to hurt people.

You know better though. There is no compassion here, he's just tired, and corpses tend to create problems. 

- It's just one barrel Silco - slowly, you push yourself from the chair, standing on slightly wobbly legs - One for two months, three if we're careful. It's good business.

He hums low in his throat, the good eye trailing over your face, neck, your hands. He looks less like a creature from your darkest nightmares, and more like a human man. A small victory on your part.

- Good business, that costs me - he counters, watches closely, as you slide to the front of your desk.

- I beg to differ - there is a cautious smirk playing at the corners of your lips.

Not enough to irk him, but enough to make his eyebrows raise.

- If anything, I'm creating more customers for you. They buy my goods, and get addicted to yours. And round, and round it goes...

To that, he tenses, a careful expression tugging at his features. You know he's thinking over what you've said, by the way his eyebrows scrunch together, amd his scarred lips form a single, tight line. 

- One barrel, three moths, half the price - he says after a moment, a note of finality entering his tone. 

Years have taught you, when to stop pushing, and so, you nod. Then, with all the grace you can muster from your exhausted body, you go back behind the desk, and take out the scroll.

Instead of taking it to him, you place it delicately on the desk, sliding it slowly towards the edge. He gives you an annoyed look and with a single step towards you, grabs the paper. 

- Expect a cdelivery, should be here by the end of the month. Have the money ready by then - he concludes, voice quiet and reserved, just like everything about him. 

With that he turns to leave, securing the scroll in the pocket on the inside of his jacket.

- I've had many pains in my ass, but you, Y/N, are something completely different. - he mutters, as his steps carry him towards the door.

You look over the papers on your desk, eyes focusing on anything other than his back. 

- That's why you love me.

Silence falls over the room like a thick blanket. Your heart stops in your chest and nearly jumps to your throat, as you realize, he isn't leaving, you can't hear any footsteps. It takes all of your strength not to look up from the papers. You have a feeling, that if you did, you'd be dead in a second.

Too much, you always say too much, and then you're fucked.

All you can hear is the deafening sound of your heart thrumming inside your chest. You can feel it, beating against your ribs. The whole situation is making you dizzy. Still, you refuse to look up, cursing yourself for speaking, cursing him for saying nothing.

- Come back to the Last Drop with me.

It takes your breath right out of your lungs. The way his silent voice carries through the room, slicing the tension. When was the last time you've heard him say something so delicate, so pleading? Then again, maybe it was just a dream, a small hallucination, caused by the ever present toxic fumes. You have to know, if you've heard him correctly, so you look up.

He's back is turned to you, slightly hunched. There is tension in his muscles and you can see his right hand clutch at the scroll he's just recovered.

- What? - you ask cautiously, there is no point in denying his effect on you, not anymore.

- I said - his evil eye finds you in the darkened room, shivers running up your back as it stares at you unblinking - Come back to the Last Drop with me.

His lips do in fact move in rythmn with the words, so he must've really said that. Your gut churns, twisting inside. Because you want to, despite the threats and the violence, and all the sins this man has committed, you want to take him up on his offer. 

But, you're people need you here, they need to see how strong their leader truly is. If they saw you leave with Silco, it would shatter any semblance of respect they've gathered for you. And so, you shake your head, look down at the papers to escape his burning gaze. He can see your internal conflict clear as day, in the way your brows crease, in your clenched jaw.

- You know I can't - of course he does, that doesn't stop him however from crossing the room right back to your desk.

- Or I can just take you - he muses, one lanky finger tapping at the wooden surface, so close to your hand, you can almost feel the heat.

It's so much harder to control your breathing, when he's nearing you. And despite the desk being right here, he doesn't stop, sliding next to the edge. 

- Make them think this is your punishment - the offending finger slowly starts to drag from your wrist up your arm, your stance waivers - To run errands for the awful, terrible, merciless Silco.

His hand squeezes your biceps gently, before sliding further up. You follow his silhouette, until he escapes your peripheral vision, settling behind you. The other hand comes to rest against your hip, tugging gently at the fabric of your pants. 

- Silco... - you don't exactly know what to say, and you instinctively try to turn around, to face him.

He doesn't let you, however, thin arms encircling you whole, as he presses against you, lithe body resting entirely on your back. His chin finds purchase at the juncture of your neck, where you feel his nose trace up, towards your ear.

Silco inhales a long breath, his hold tightening even more.

- I want you there, at the Last Drop, with me - the words are breathed into your neck like a prayer, the tingling sensation is making you sway in your place.

- No you don't - you manage to choke out, when you feel his thin lips press against your pulse.

- Oh? - one hand leaves your hips and goes straight to your hair, grabbing a fistful, and craining your neck back.

Finally, you're able to move, arm coming up, to touch his scarred side of the face, fingers skimming over the abused flesh. His evil eye stares at you, fire swirling inside, but the good one, the beautiful green one, flutters closed for just a moment.

- When did you become an expert on what I want? - he asks through gritted teeth, voice sharp, in contrast with his serene expression.

You try to turn again, and this time, he lets you. 

- You need me here - your voice is quiet, yet reasonable, the way you know will work on him - Someone needs to control these people, and God knows, they don't trust you, not after everything that's happened. 

His lips curl into a snarl, not a threatening one, you'd recognize that one everywhere. This one is different, like something is hurting him from deep inside, and for a second you can't help but wonder. Does he regret his decisions, all that's happened with Vander years ago.

- I want you near me - it's childish, you both know it, an impossible plea.

- You have me.

That's all he needs, this single admition, and his hand comes up to your face, palm sliding over your cheek and finding purchase in your hair. The other, grabs at your hip, kneeding the flesh, dragging you closer. And finally, finally he kisses you.

There is no gentleness, all tongue and teeth, devouring you like a man starved, and in a way, he is. The desk is digging into your thighs, as he presses closer, and closer still, like he wants you to envelop him whole. Which, given his slim figure, is not something out of the realm of possibility. 

- Please - you gasp, when you both finally part for air.

You don't know for what you're asking, but you're asking for it all the same, fingers tugging at the stiff fabric of his waistcoat. 

Silco looks over your disheveled state, taking in the mess of hair, the swollen lips and the glossy eyes. His teeth worry his bottom lip, and it's as close as you'll ever get to a flustered reaction.

- My girl - he whispers under his breath, and that little phrase goes straight to your core.

All you can do is nod, too stunned to speak. He, in turn, dives back in, aiming for your neck. The hand on your hip dips lower, under your thigh, a silent command, which you obey without question. You're shuffling backwards onto the desk, free hand throwing the documents off the surface. They spill around you, shipments from months ago, a ruse you've already forgotten. Because now, he's biting down on the place your neck meets your shoulder, the mixture of pain and pleasure makes you whimper. 

Hands tug against your shirt, the dirty cotton giving way. You can hear the fabric tearing around your neckline, and immediately you throw your hands up. God knows, you can't afford a new one. Silco doesn't waste time, immediately ducking down to suck a hickey right in the middle of your collar bones. He was never one to give jewelery, and this ornament looks better than any necklace, in his humble opinion. You can feel him, hard and ready on the inside of your thigh, the fabric of his pants scratching your skin. 

- And who's the pain in the ass now? - your smile is sharp, when he looks up at you, abandoning the abused flesh.

You can see his eyebrows scrunching, and a deep panic settles into your bones. It wouldn't be the first time, when he leaves you hot and wanting, simply because you've said something that irked him. He was not a man to triffle with, yet, you simply couldn't stop. That being said, it's been a long time, for the both of you, so when you first see the dreaded crease between his eyebrows, you act immediately. Both hands shoot out, towards his belt, and before he has a chance to withdraw, you hook your fingers into the loops of his trousers, dragging him back to you, closer than ever. 

- Your girl - you remind him in a breathy voice, and by the way his evil eye glints, you know, you have his complete attention. 

A new spark fills him, and with strength not expected from a man of his stature, he makes quick work of your pants, pushing your hands away when you try to help him. Your hips fall on the desk, as he tugs your clothing from your legs, the furniture shifts slightly across the floor from the force of his actions. You knew it was a long time, but your had no idea it was that long. Or maybe he just really missed you. Wishfull thinking.

Your breath catches in your throat, as a familiar sound of a belt buckle getting undone fills the room. Silco doesn't like to be seen naked, a habit you've grown well accustomed to. Which is why you nearly jump from your place at the desk, when he quikly unbuttons his waistcoat. First three buttons of his shirt come flying open as well, exposing portruding collarbones and a lean chest. Shit, he's pretty, despite the scars, and bruises, and time. 

It's honestly, quite embarrasing, how easily he sinks into you. One push is all he needs to be completely seethed, one push to arch your back righ off the desk. He doesn't comment on it, a small blessing. But then again, he doesn't really say much during the act, he's not a vocal man. 

Or so you thought.

Because as soon, as he starts moving, a harsh, snapping motions that make you jump on the desk, you swear you can hear something amongst the creaking of furniture. It's a small sound, like a grunt of pain, but you know better. And as soon, as it happens, his grip on you tightens to an impossible degree, bony fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, as if trying to rip it apart. There will be bruises in the morning, but this is a problem for the future you. The current you is slowly starting to loose yourself in the rythmn, the cruel pace that leaves you breatheless at his mercy. Silco drags you closer, when you start to shift away on the desk, the wooden surface scratching your back. 

- Shit, Silco... fuck - the words you spit out are nonsensical, punctuated by sharp thrusts.

One hand detatches itself from your abused hips, finding your clit in a matter of seconds, and immediately starting to circle it with a force that borders on painful. Borders, being the key word, and as soon as the ministrations start, you throw your head back. All you can do it scrunch up your face and bite down on your bottom lip, to stiffle the broken moans threatening to spill. Soon, you're coming, hard and messily, legs shaking on both sides of his unrelenting hips. Tears prick your eyes, the sensation quickly becoming too much to bear. 

As if on que, his rythmn staggers, first low moan spills from his lips, and you try to rise on your elbows, to catch it in your lips, like smoke. He helps you, one arm coming behind your back and dragging you up, until you hang on his lithe frame. He's breathing hard against your neck, fingers finding purchase wherever they can. Finally, when you think you can't take anymore, he stops, burried deep inside you. You can feel him shuddering against you, and he comes with a strangled moan, one that's too broken, too intimate. 

Both of you stay motionless for a long while, catching your breath against eachother. Your fingers comb absentmindedly through his short hair, slicking it back to place, scratching his skull. He answers with gentle pressure at the back of your neck, the tension in your shoulders coming undone under his palm. You don't want him to leave, nearly reach out for him, when he finally detangles himself from you. But yet again, old habits die hard, and you fall back down onto the desk with a thud, letting the pain in your bones consume you. 

You half expect to hear the door open, after you note absentmindedly, that he has fixed his clothes. What you don't expect, is gentle touches cleaning you up, helping you straighten your legs. You don't expect him to wrap an arm around you and help you get off the desk. And most certainly you don't expect the kisses. On your forehead, nose, cheeks. On the crown of your head. Alas, he does all that and more, as he places you on a sofa, in the corner of the room.

- The Last Drop - he whispers against your temple, crouching next to you - Think about it.

And then he's gone. His knees crack, when he stands up, bony hand leaving your grasp. You allow yourself to close your eyes for just a moment, before springing to action.

There are people here, your people. And you have to look presentable, before one of them, inevitably barges in, so terrified for your safety. 

#silco x reader #arcane x reader #league of legends x reader #silco smut #my writing

[picavecalyx]

yeeted a lot of drafts, a lot of asks. not all of them by any means, i've got quite a hoard, but i think it's enough for me to feel better, more clear of head. little further update under cut.

i've had a lot of thoughts recently, a lot of really bad confidence issues especially :') i just wanna say i appreciate everyone who still wants to write with me and continues to stick around, especially given i really haven't been here on this blog a lot as of late. i'm excited to come back and write more, silva's a big comfort muse of mine and one i've grown to really care about, especially in the last year or so. i'm probably going to only be active on silva and lysandre's blogs for a little while, pokemon blog wise, and probably even separate myself from my lysandre muse a bit more. not only have the migraines i get from writing him come back, but i've also just felt ... weird. i put a majority of my effort into my ocs, they have the majority of my brain whenever i get onto this site because they're the ones i really care about. yes, i love writing the canon muses i have, but the ones that really carry my motivation are my ocs. people putting interest in them is what makes me excited to write, and allows me the space to be able to even think about the canons.

recently i've just felt like people aren't even interested in writing with silva anymore. that i'm basically just putting her as a front so that people can write with my other muses. i don't think that's really true, but my brain's :') really stupid, and puts it at the forefront a ton of the time. it sucks and it kills my motivation to write everyone. i want to write here, i want to be happy writing here, but i log on and immediately feel like i can't really . do much . i look at my drafts and i fizzle.

i guess this is just means to say that i'm putting priority on silva when i fully come back. right now, it's split, but when i fully come back she will be my priority. she's the one i want to be writing the majority of the time. because frankly i'm getting frustrated because i feel like everything on this blog gets ignored but the second i post on lysandre, or even the multi it immediately gets attention. i understand she's not an easy muse to interact with; but that's why plotting exists, it's why my dms/discord is always open to people. i want to be able to write her with people but sometimes i just feel like i'm pulling teeth.

honestly i think i just. needed to get all this out. i'm tired and frankly i'm frustrated. i love this character, i love this rpc, but i'm at a stage where i'm about to implement a if you won't have me at my oc you can't have me as my canon because it just feels . like i'm being used for my other characters.

anway, idk. i've been brewing on this for a while; i hope it doesn't come off as demanding or rude jfiosdjfois i'm just tired, and i'm tired of feeling like i'm constantly doing something wrong, especially on a site where i REALLY shouldn't be stressing over when i'm doing things like college and all that. anyway. that's it. thank you for reading this, it means a lot if you did. i hope this makes sense.

#ooc. #i might delete htis . idk. #ask to tag #it's not really a vent; just sorta . update on my mindset rn.

[marshmallowprotection]

Another ask about teasing Unknown? More likely than you'd expect 😶

Anyways! So I've been thinking about my reasonings behind my love for finding all kinds of different ways of getting myself in deep trouble with our stern boss. It's especially interesting, cause my cmc for him is much more calm and gentle with her way of approaching him! And... I kind of realized that the reason for me getting under his skin like that is honestly much more wholesome in its nature than you'd think.

There's just something... so special about trying to bring some excitement and chaos into his predictable life, at least the good kind. His days are probably blending together into one tiring and angry fog, since there's not much for him to do or even think about, other than work towards his revenge. And I don't want him to live in these negative emotions, even if he thinks that that's the only way for him to get what he wants. I know this might be super silly, but watching him jolt in surprise or raise a brow in confusion whenever I'm acting stupid with him (sometimes on purpose whether he realizes it or not) is making me feel very happy :) It might be small, but for this fleeting moment, there's something different occupying his mind, something much more real and tangible than his usual thoughts of hatred and pain.

Making people I care about laugh is definitely one of my love languages, but since I know that Unknown is not the type to appreciate jokes or funny comments, I guess I'm just trying to lighten his mood by being silly. I wonder how he would react to me confessing my true motivations behind all my banter? Cause I'm pretty sure he might misinterpret my behavior and think that I'm trying to bring him down or exploit his weaknesses, when it's definitely not the case.

Watching you is almost like watching a child who won't stop trying to jam a fork in a light socket. You don't know when to quit and he isn't sure why he hasn't exploded on you enough to make you regret that you keep opening your mouth to say things that have nothing to do with his goals. You just don't get it and he doubts you ever will get it.

Frankly, he can't stand it.

But, what could he expect from someone like you? What could he expect from somebody who lived in a world entirely different than his own? What could he expect from somebody who knew what it felt like to wake up in the morning without having a gun pointed at their head? Was there a point in expecting anything different from you in this life?

"Guess what?" you asked, fingers prodding at the elastic that clung to his tank top.

With a disdainful noise that told you all he could ever feel about your distraction, he looked from the monitor and appeared at you with his piercing blue eyes. If you looked closely, you could see him debating if it was worth seeing what you wanted or not.

His voice was unpleased. "What?"

"Chicken butt."

Dear Savior, he regretted the day he took you from that apartment. It would have been punishment enough to leave you in that place with those morons and traders. It took all of his strength not to explode at you for distracting him for even a fraction of a second. There was no time for this.

"Why?" he asked, teeth grinding against each other as if he was going to get an answer to your lunacy.

"Chicken thigh," you chimed.

A part of him wanted to teach you a lesson for continuing to get on his nerves in this way, but it was his fault he brought you here in the first place. There was no way for him to get rid of you at this point because you knew too much and he didn't want to waste any of his time finding somebody else to take care of all the grunt work. But, it was wearing his patience thin.

So, he decided it wasn't worth the energy. He looked back to his load of work and continued to type, ignoring the distracting weight of you against his lap and the cheeky tone of your voice that kept trying to win him over for whatever reason. Well, he wouldn't have it. You were his and he would break you of this streak eventually.

Little did he know that you were the one pulling the strings behind him. You were going to make sure he didn't destroy himself, even if it wound up destroying you.

#ask #drabble #mystic messenger #mm #mysme #mysticmessenger #unknown #saeran choi #choi saeran #mystic messenger unknown #mysme unknown #mm unknown #unknown mystic messenger #unknown mm #unknown mysme #mod kait #natasha in space

[ishibishie]

Hi there! Do you have any headcanons for your favorite characters?

oh yes! they're not my favorite characters without headcanons and self projection after all :,D

for steven, i've made a few posts dedicated to just steven hcs! can't remember what that tag was (just "headcanons" maybe?) but all you need to know is that my absolute favorite ride or die steven headcanon is that he's half galarian on his mother's side. don't know where the thought came from either, i just thought british steven was cute or something. i've got way more on those dedicated posts (i think like... 55-ish hcs?) so i won't ramble here much longer unless i want this post to become Ungodly long (it probably will)

i briefly mentioned this in my silly wip pile post, but the one thing i will yell into the quite frankly empty void of juan's tag is that GNC JUAN OR BUST! i know people use that term for a bunch of different stuff so i like to use gnc for him in terms of breaking gender roles and not really anything to do with the character himself if that makes sense? like. he's a contest star or something, i think he would like to look pretty no matter how 🥺 put the cute little man in a cute little dress! (bonus points for wallace "YAS BITCH SLAY" moments lol. also not sure where to put this but i think he/they juan would also be kinda cute heehee). if he's from the pokemon version of greece, he's super into cats as well and probably has like 5 skitty he picked up from the side of the road and it's wallace who needs to physically restrain him from the 6th because "you don't need it yoU HAVE ENOUGH CATS" and THEN on that note i'm a chad and believe that juan adopted wallace as his son because this is such a sweet headcanon GUYS GET ON THIS

clair and lance i think come as a package deal because it's either 1) i like to think that at some point before lance became champion HE was the one taking care of clair (for some reason. parents busy? idk) which makes their relationship lean closer to siblings or 2) fuck canon, they are straight up siblings. i have accidentally called them siblings to some friends so at this point i'm going all in on my mistakes and i also..... kinda hate how their relationship is presented in canon so fuck that it's (canon) morbin' time. but a bit for each character individually: you have seen this in most my lance posts, he has heterochromia because it's badass and is also pokemon's gay icon and is kissing my oc. clair would just roll her eyes and go "oh geez really" whenever this happens. she's basically the kid who thinks everything love-related is gross and sappy. also you know how most teenagers need to get approval of their partner from their parents? lance needs to go through his bratty little relative. anyway, lance. he's a mess in super social situations (at the end of hgss he says being around TWO people is too noisy for him or something at the hall of fame?), a hopeless coffee addict, and he's a closet contest fan and has had crushes on like Way too many cute male coordinators (legal adult male coordinators ofc). and for clair herself.... i wanna think she's really good at swimming because hanging out with the dratini and dragonair at the dragon's den is her favorite way to calm down and chill out, and she has also fallen to the same fate of buying identical capes at the goldenrod department store

with falkner, pokemon masters has made me realize the brilliance of narcoleptic falkner because he talks about being tired and falling asleep a few times in his pokemon center dialogue! also on that note, he says he wants to go to galar just to take the corviknight taxis, so maybe he's a fan of travelling around? he'd love going to different regions and observing bird pokemon he's never seen before! he is also pathetically short i wanna punt him into orbit lovingly

#not art #asks #thank you for this excuse to fangirl over my faves <3

[ohstylesno]

I am someone who woke up this morning, I live in the States, and the Oppenheimer poster was trending all over twitter and it made me excited. It's the first poster for the movie and it's directed by Nolan and the cast is woah. The poster came out and several hours later Florence posted about it. This is probably what she will do with DWD. The first preview to DWD people jumped up and did the same thing and she did eventually post about it, later on in her stories.

I'm just really tired of the Florence hates Olivia theories because it literally originated by people in this fandom because they hate that Harry is with Olivia. I actually saw someone say, this movie won't do well, because only people in this fandom care about it. People are literally rooting for this movie to fail to punish Harry, and it's not just larries, lots of Harries are on board with this too. This fandom has decided to use Florence as a weapon in their ongoing battle against Olivia and quite frankly I'm tired of it.

Sorry for the long message. I'm just really tired of it. I've had movies come out where everyone hated each other, but the movie was damn good, so I didn't care. I would have the same attitude with this movie, but the underlying misogynistic agenda is gross.

‘This movie won’t do well cause only people in the fandom care about it’ lmao, that’s absurd 😭😭 please

Sucks that harries would subscribe to the narrative you’re describing tho 😒😒

[m00nj3w3l]

VERY long rant sorry

Ever since I came out to myself as a lesbian life has made sure I'm as miserable as ever. I costantly hear stories of people actually coming to terms with their identity being such a freeing and wonderful thing while for me it has been the exact opposite.

I've gone through it all, I identified as bi first, then lesbian for some time but it didn't stick cus I had insane comphet in 2020, then bisexual nonbinary/agender for some time in 2021, then sapphic, up until I realised I'm legit just a fucking lesbian again and decided to stick to it, and yet I've never felt SO fucking tired even when going through all the different phases.

My mom doesn't even wanna say the word cus to her it sounds "bad/dirty". My dad, who I'm not out to, is the most classic cishet white dude on Earth who doesn't even know the difference between being gay and being trans and I know that if I ever made clear that I'm not interested in men he'd go on a rant about how I'm probably just scared of them, that I'm doing this for the trend.

Last close friend I had, bisexual dude who SEEMED to respect it, rambled about how unfortunate it is that I won't have sex with him because of this and then got offended that I didn't forgive him. Ok.

I hate to say this cus it makes me sound self-centered too, but men in general have started to hit on me more and it scares me when any of them stop me to ask me anything cus Idk when they're ACTUALLY asking for something or just looking for an excuse to try and get me. When I told my friend (bi girl) that this is a legit concern of mine, she said "well, you can just say you're gay and leave it at that" and I didn't reply cus I knew she meant well, but I don't think she understands that that doesn't work. Men either see it as an excuse from you cus you find them "ugly" and so you need convincing, OR you are to be fixed.

Around three weeks ago I hung out with said friend, she presented me two of her gay friends and when I said I'm lesbian one of them went "oh I couldn't tell, you really don't look the part" (UGHHH) while the other, older dude, went on a rant about how he used to make fun of lesbians and call them disgusting 20 years ago and how I'm "too cool" to be one. When I addressed it to my friend, she said he probably felt comfortable saying that cus he has found a community with that friend group, but how tf is it a community if I'm treated as a punchline and invalidated cus I don't fit the stereotype enough?

I keep on being told to find community but I, quite frankly, don't know where to go. I already live in a country that hates our guts, but if even the small amount of other queer people I know don't care or see me as valid atp I'd say I'm better off pretending I never came to accept my sexuality and just go play the role of cishet girl for the rest of my life.

#sometimes when i leave the house i see younger girls holding hands and being affectionate and it makes me wanna cry so bad #i've started to read more books and manga by lesbian authors too and it always seems like I'm just doing things wrong? but what is it? #how come all of them SOMEHOW find at least a tiny bit of happiness while I'm costantly stuck here #i'm tired. so so tired #moon likes to rambletm #lesbian

[frozendeity17]

Aaallll fifty of them, in order, punk! :p

Alright, here we go:

Lumity and Percabeth. Yes, I know TOH just ended and TLT won't be coming out for a hot sec, no I do not care.

Never had one specific color, though I've definitely always preferred cooler colors. Used to love greens, but now indigoes, violets, and dark blues are more my style. Still love a good forest green though.

All of the quotes on that one doc abt unlikely posts. Also, "I think it's silly to be ashamed of your art because it's not in a museum and of your voice because it's not selling out stadiums. There will always be people who enjoy and appreciate what you can do." -Tumblr user venuskissed

Private. I'm not one to share my birthday.

Also private. Not today, fae fuck.

See #4.

Honestly, I don't know. I think I give them in all of their forms, but as for receiving, I think affirmation is what does it for me. Might be physical contact though, I do love hugs.

Probably a drama, I did like How to Get Away With Murder, even if I only got through the first season and a bit. Designated Survivor was awesome too.

Spain, for one. I don't know what it is about the place, but it has a charm about it for me. Maybe it's the weather. Aside from that, Greece and Italy would be awesome. I'm a little bit of a mythology nerd, so seeing all of the temples and wonders built for these ancient gods sounds like an awesome experience. If I could choose more, Norway and Iceland are both incredibly beautiful places, and I do kind of prefer the cold. Also, I've always wanted to see the aurora borealis in person.

Ooph, this one is difficult. There are a lot of great scents out there. Vanilla's a long-standing favorite, I remember once bringing a bottle of it to school once to show to my friends. Cinnamon rolls smell delicious, as does that smell from the candles we always used to buy. It might've been sandalwood, but I've never been quite sure. Also, there's this one perfume my mom's worn for as long as I can remember - it's a little too sharp to be entirely pleasant, but it's flowery, and nostalgic for me.

"City of Angels" by Em Beihold. She also wrote the trending songs "Numb Little Bug" - the "Do you ever get a little bit tired of life" one - and dueted "Until I Found You" with Stephen Sanchez. I think her songs "Too Precious" and "12345" are also really good.

Stalker. But seriously, probably one of the places listed in #9, or back home, as I have some stuff to do there.

Vanilla. Most pure chocolate ice creams have a bad aftertaste.

Donuts. I don't know what it is about cake, but I've never seemed to like it all that much, even the good ones. It is, honestly, my least favorite dessert that I'll actually eat - I even like eclairs, which are literally just pastry around messy whipped cream that gets everywhere, more than cake. I particularly hate it with that weird gel writing on it. Just...urgh. Donuts are chill tho, and I'll never turn down a solid frosted with sprinkles or Boston Creme.

Black. It's reliable, doesn't stain easily, works well in formal outfits, doesn't show sweat stains, and works on most complexions. Also, I never really wear much color regardless. I would miss that one blue dress shirt I really like - it's comfy as hell.

Haven't read one in ages, despite my massive TBR, but off the top of my head, probably "With great power comes great need to take a nap," by Nico di Angelo from PJO, if only because of how ridiculous yet true it is.

If I can't handle myself In a fight, I'm not subjecting any of y'all to that.

Ice cream. It's more reliable and easily accessible for me, and frankly, cotton candy is too dry as a dessert.

A famous engineer, hopefully. Being an author would be cool, too.

I do not have pet peeves, I am a pet peeve.

Basic Bitch. I suck at fashion and aesthetics and currently have neither the desire nor the capability to improve. My wardrobe is composed entirely of thin shorts, tracksuit pants, and t-shirts, with a singular formal suit. Might try to start painting my nails soon, see how that goes.

As prideful as it may sound, my intelligence. I don't have much street sense, to say the least, but I have a good factual memory, am good at logic puzzles, and am a quick reader, and I'm rather proud of that.

Saturday. Nothing to occupy that day, nor the day after. It's excellent. My favorite weekday? Probably Thursday. Dunno why, it just vibes the best.

I am SUCH a bad night owl. I don't even know why, I always regret it in the mornings too. I guess it's just kinda freeing, not having the expectations.

Neither, hot chocolate reigns supreme.

This is the first half, the second half to come, as Tumblr apparently has a character limit.

[fedoraxcrowned-temp]

Hello!

My name is Di ( but you can also call me Spades ), and this is the temporary version of my independent, semi-selective, canon divergent*, multiship and multiverse ask / RP blog for Raymond "Red" Reddington - the ultimate criminal deal broker, the facilitator (there's nothing Red can't get you, from a priceless piece of art to a house in any part of the world to a place to hide to a new life complete with all the necessary documents, a bank account and recommendations for starting a new business to basically any thing or service you can think of... and some that you can't) and negotiator for those who can pay for his services (including criminals, governments, rebels, politicians, businessmen, intelligence and other government agencies from all over the world), a criminal with a heart of gold (that very few from the criminal or police know about because his got a reputation to uphold), an excellent cook, a baby whisperer and an avid animal lover - from NBC's The Blacklist that I've made after my previous one - fedoraxcrowned - suddenly got terminated. Until my previous account is restored, this is a fully-functioning rp blog. Then, I'll probably move back. But I won't delete this blog nor any of its contents either way.

I’m selective in a way that I will write only what I see happening for my muse ( so, if you’re an OC, then it’ll be more comfortable for both of us if you have an about page, and if you’re from another fandom, then I will write with your muse if I see how our muses could click... that said, I'm very open and welcoming of crossovers, because, due to the nature of Red's character, it would be quite easy to fit him in most fandoms ) and what I have inspiration for at the moment.

I also have anxiety and occasional ( sometimes pretty long, sometimes short ) bouts of writing block and just started my first year at the uni of my dreams, so I may be slow with replies / have impromptu hiatuses.

*Honestly, I'm not even sure what's canon in this show anymore ( and, frankly, all the writers' flip-flopping is so tiring to try and follow that, at this point, I don't really care ) but what you need to know is that in my portrayal Red IS, in fact, the real Raymond Reddington but NOT a biological father of Jennifer Reddington and Elizabeth Keen, who - along with being Katarina Rostova's lover and Carla's ex - was his classmate and colleague that for now remains unnamed ( I'll write a post detailing how that came to be at some point in the future, but that's all you need to know for now ).

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OTHER BLOGS:

@petrifiedcrange - OFMD multimuse

@fieryncbles - general multimuse, on hiatus

@disgracedsurgeon - Dr Martin Whitly from Prodigal Son, on hiatus

@prodigalwife - Jessica Whitly from Prodigal Son, on hiatus

@unfixablcbright - Malcolm ( Whitly ) Bright from Prodigal Son, on hiatus

@ambitiouxblonde - Ainsley Whitly from Prodigal Son, on hiatus

@ace-of-spaders - personal blog

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[glassprism]

Which Christine's, if there were any, were older than the phantom that they were with. Or, where there any Raouls that were older than the phantom they were playing opposite to?

This is a bit difficult to answer, because while I know the ages of the oldest and youngest Phantoms and Christines, I don’t know that of all the ones in-between. So it’s likely I will miss a fair number of them (e.g. “this Christine was 36 and her Phantom was 35″ etc.), and with the ones I do know, there will probably be some guesswork anyway. I’m basically going to take the extremes (youngest Phantoms/Raouls, oldest Christines) and compare them to their costars. I also don’t really know about oldest Raouls, but I have a list of younger ones and compared them to their Christines as well.

From what I know of the Phantoms, Nicholas Nkuna, Jonathan Roxmouth, and Thomas Cunningham were some of the youngest Phantoms worldwide, at around 23 or 24. Christian Mueller was apparently 25, David Gaschen 26 when he started, and Ramin Karimloo was 28. For a while, Kevin Gray was considered pretty young at around... 30, I think? But compared to the others here, not so much.

Roxmouth played opposite Robin Botha, Magdalene Minnaar, Mona Botha, Claire Lyon, Emilie Lynn; Nkuna was only in South Africa, I believe, so he also would have played opposite Robin Botha, Magdalene Minnaar, and Mona Botha (if she ever went on). I feel like both Robin Botha and Magdalene Minnaar might have been older than Roxmouth and Nkuna, but as I can’t find their ages online, I cannot be 100% sure. Mona Botha was apparently old enough to be in the 2004 South Africa production, so it’s very likely she was older than Roxmouth and Nkuna as well. (I mean, if she was the absolute youngest I’ve seen a Christine - 16 years old - she still would have been 23 or 24 when she returned to South Africa in 2011/2012, so you know - exact same age as Nkuna and Roxmouth. And that’s the lowest age possible. So very likely she was older.)

As for Roxmouth when he was in the World Tour, Claire Lyon was apparently 27 at some point, so she may have been a year or two older than him as well. No idea about Emilie Lynn, but she may be the same case. (Roxmouth was also initially cast as Raoul in South Africa (Andre Schwartz was principal Phantom but had to leave), but I believe he said he had no performances as Raoul? But it’d be the exact same thing as his Christines with his Phantom.)

Thomas Cunningham might have played opposite Adrienne McEwan, Sylvia Rhyne, Susan Facer, and Diane Fratantoni when he first began as the Phantom (1994, age 24). I have absolutely no clue how old any of those actresses. On balance of probability, there were probably a couple older than him, though?

Christian Muller would have played opposite Anne Gorner, Sandra Danyella, Beatrix Reiterer, and Martina Rumpf. I’ve heard (but cannot confirm) that Gorner was only 19 in Stuttgart, which would make her only 20-22 or thereabouts in Essen, so she may not fit the category. I don’t really think I can make a guess at the others. Like Roxmouth, Muller was also an understudy Raoul, so same thing applies with his Christines.

David Gaschen in Switzerland might have played opposite Ute Baum, Beverley Worboys, Kimilee Bryant, and Lynette Knapp. (The confusing thing is that the production was in both English and German, but I think it’s likely Gaschen did both.) The only person I can begin to make a guess at is Kimilee Bryant, who was born in 1969 according to Wikipedia. This puts her at about the same age as Gaschen (26 when cast in 1995).

Ramin Karimloo was born in 1978, and while he was standby, played opposite Celia Graham, who was born in 1976 according to Wikipedia, so she was a Christine a couple of years older than him. He would also have been a fairly young Raoul - 25/26 during his run - so his Christines, Katie Knight Adams or Nicky Adams may have been older. But the understudy, Robyn North, was definitely not, as she was only 19 at the time.

As for Raouls: other than the ones listed above who also played the Phantom, we apparently have Storm Lineberger (22), Marcin Mrozinski (23), and Lukasz Talik (24). Laird Mackintosh may also have been 23/24 when he began as Raoul in 1993, and Michael Ball age 25. There’s also a Richard Carlsohn who was 24 when he understudied Raoul in the original Swedish production, but I don’t think I’m going to find a lot of info there.

SO THEN. Lineberger played opposite Katie Travis, Celia Hottenstein, Krista Buccellato, and Kaitlyn Davis. I think Grace Morgan also came in a few times as an emergency cover. According to this article, she was 27 in 2014, so she was definitely older than Lineberger. Not sure about the other actresses though.

I definitely know that Marcin Mrozinski and Lukasz Talik were older than two of their Christines, Paulina Janczak and Kaja Mianowana, both 17. A quick Google search said that Edyta Krzemien, however, was born in 1985, making her about 23 when she began in the Polish production - so basically the same age or a little younger than her Raouls.

Laird Mackintosh has played opposite tons of actresses as Raoul (Gay Willis, Elizabeth DeGrazia, Glenda Balkan, Sylvia Rhyne, Margaret Ann Gates, and Melissa Dye). While the others are unknown, I did find that Melissa Dye was born in 1967, so she was probably 32 when she was in Phantom, while Mackintosh was possibly 29 or 30, so she was a couple of years older.

As for Michael Ball, Claire Moore was definitely older than, by about two years, Rebecca Caine was older by three years, while Maria Kesselman was about the same age (she was born in the same year as him). No idea about Jan Hartley-Morris.

FINALLY. For older Christines: we have Lisa Vroman at around 47 by 2003, and Jill Washington at 46 in 1998 or 1999. Brad Little was 49 in 2003, so he was older, but Hugh Panaro, who she also played opposite in 2003 as well, was only 39, so she was definitely older than him. It’s quite possible her Raoul (and understudy Phantom), Tim Martin Gleason, was younger as well.

As for Jill Washington, her Raoul in 1999, Gardar Thor Cortes, was apparently only 25, so that’s quite a gap. According to this, her Phantom, Mike Sterling, was 17 in 1987, so he was only 29 when he was playing opposite her - another large gap. Also, Ethan Freeman played opposite her in 1994 and 1995, and Google says he was born in 1959, so he was probably 36 to her 42 or thereabouts. There’s probably way more, but I’m tired of Googling.

So what do we know?

Nicholas Nkuna - Mona Botha was most likely older, Robin Botha and Magdalene Minnaar maybe older, than his Phantom

Jonathan Roxmouth - Same as Nkuna above, plus Claire Lyon was probably older than him when he was the Phantom

Ramin Karimloo - Celia Graham was two years older than his Phantom

Storm Lineberger - Katie Travis was several years older than his Raoul

Laird Mackintosh - Assuming others are right, then Melissa Dye may have been two or three years older than his Raoul

Michael Ball - Claire Moore was two years older, Rebecca Caine three years

Lisa Vroman - Hugh Panaro’s Phantom was definitely younger than her

Jill Washington - two of her Phantoms, Ethan Freeman and Mike Sterling, were younger than her, as was one of her Raouls, Gardar Thor Cortes

#long post #you can tell me more #but quite frankly I'm tired and probably won't care #there's also probably some math wrong #Anonymous #GP gets asks

[superherorambles]

Here, finally giving y'all some soft damijon content <3

One of my favorite aus is where they get married/think they're engaged as kids so here's my take on it

Previously, when Damian had been introduced to kids around his age, it had been as potential spouses, so when his dad introduces him to Jon he's like. Well ok. It doesn't help that they're two prominent families in the superhero field and have a fairly muddy history together. Damian just assumed that they were attempting to improve relations between the families via marriage.

He explains this to Jon and neither of them... really know what marriage entails, so later Jon asks lois and she says it's for when two people want to stay together and care about each other very much so then he's like "well okay!!!! I want to stay with Damian for a long time! So marriage is cool!"

Eventually, they realize "yeah, okay, our parents definitely did not try and arrange a marriage for us" so it becomes sort of a gag between them, because they act like a married couple anyways. Where there's Jon, there's Damian, where there's Damian, there's Jon, where there's superboy there's Robin, where there's Robin, there's superboy.

One year, they each get each other rings for their birthdays, as a joke. It doesn't help when people keep mistaking them for a couple, but they wear them anyways.

And then Jon leaves.

And Damian is alone and he feels so *so* betrayed, but he keeps wearing the ring. As if hoping, praying, that if he keeps wearing it, Jon will come back. Jon will remember that he left Damian behind and come back for him.

Jon, in the future, still wears the ring. It's a promise to himself that he'll go back for Damian. That he won't leave his best friend and that they'll always be together. He, quite frankly, gets tired of having to explain his long, convoluted history with Damian whenever people ask about the ring, so he just starts saying "it's a wedding band, I have a husband" which isn't, technically, *un*true, it's just not totally the truth. But whatever, he and Damian call themselves each other's husband anyways, (that was a shock to the rest of the bat and super fams. They came down to the fortress of attitude to check on them one day to hear Damian calling "husband? Could you please bring me that?" To which Jon replied, with a laugh, "of course, husband!") So it's fine.

When Jon finally comes home, he and Damian don't see each other right away and he's crushed. But, again, whatever, Damian is really busy, he probably just doesn't have time. He might not even know.

(Damian *does* know, he does and he is absolutely terrified because what if Jon is so much different from what he remembers? Jon is older now, it would make sense for things to have changed)

Jon is approached by a young man named Jay Nakamura who says he likes him and asks if he would be willing to go out with him sometime. And it's very endearing, he seems to shy, and if this were a different Jon, one who hasn't been married to Damian since they were kids, he probably would've said yes. But this Jon just offers a sympathetic smile and says, "I'm really sorry, but I'm married," even holding up the ring to prove it. He isn't sure *why* this became his chosen method for fending off confessions, but it just felt right, every time.

As Jon turns down more and more people, rumors begin to fly because *jesus* what happened that meant he needed to get married at nineteen??

And then, adding fuel to the fire, Damian finally gets up the courage to come see Jon on campus. (Dick drops him off with a soft smile and says "you can do this, baby bird. And if you can't, I'll be right here waiting for you,")

People talk, of course, because Damian oozes wealth from his posture and the way he walks, to his clothes, which probably cost more than you or I could make in years. But Jon doesn't even hesitate as he calls "husband!" With a wide grin, before rushing towards Damian and wrapping him up in a hug.

That makes Damian relax, because *fucking hell* he was worried over nothing and things will be the same as they always have been.

The supersons are back, and quite honestly? Better than ever.

If, in two years, on Damian's 18th birthday, Jon and Damian sneak off to a courthouse, with Conner as their witness, and have a shotgun wedding, that's nobody's business but their own.

#batman #batfam #damian wayne #dick grayson #conner kent #jonathan kent #damijon

[lukepattersun]

I just saw a tiktok where, on his first date with a girl, this guy went to get his wisdom tooth out and for some reason it's giving me Juke vibes!! I wanna write this so bad and this is how it should go:

Julie and Luke have some mutual friends and they've been introduced but they've never properly talked

they find each other cute but they think they're out of each other's league

at a party they're both at, he spills beer on her dress and offers to repay her and they exchange numbers

they start texting each other and there's obvious chemistry

there's flirting and then she sorta asks him out, he says yes (duh) and they arrange the date

meanwhile Luke's dentist postpones his appointment and it falls on the same day as the date

he asks her if they can reschedule but she's busy all week and that's the only day she has off work so she just tells him 'I can go with you and keep you company'

for some reason he agrees?? as if her first impression of him wasn't bad enough

they meet up half an hour before the surgery and go for a walk, then she drives him to the dentist's

he goes in, comes out 45 minutes later pretty loopy

he serenades her and uses terrible pick-up lines on her

somehow she's charmed instead of weirded out because who knew he was such a dork??

they leave and get milkshakes and he cries a little because he's afraid he won't remember this wonderful date

she drives him back to the apartment he shares with the boys

a speechless Alex opens the door because when Luke told him he was going on a date with Julie on the same day as his wisdom tooth removal he thought he was joking

she tells Alex to take care of him and text her if they need anything

he calls her the next day apologizing profusely but she just laughs and tells him that since he ruined her dress it was only fair that she saw him embarrass himself

it's risky but he has nothing to lose so he asks her 'any chance you wanna see me making a fool of myself for a second time?'

they go on a second, way more normal, date

he picks her up this time, they go to a record store and then get milkshakes because it's now a tradition

she shows him videos of him after the surgery and they laugh about it

he has band practice after the date and asks her if she wants to come but 'it's totally cool if you don't because it's late and you're probably tired, right?'

but to his surprise she's actually quite excited about it because 'serenading me after your surgery was cute but I wanna see what you're really capable of'

so she watches the band rehearse and when it's time to go, Luke drives her home and, right before getting out of the car, she kisses him

he's a bit stunned and frankly quite confused because he's ridiculed himself in front of her time and time again but she stuck around

he starts the car a couple of minutes later and drives back to finish band practice

he can't really focus though, so they call it a day and Luke goes home and finds a text from Julie thanking him for the great night

he smiles and decides that 'fuck it, I'm gonna call her' and he does

they talk on the phone for a couple of hours until it's time to go to bed but not before setting up a third date

and the rest is history. the end ♥️

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #lukepattersun rambles #luke patterson #julie molina #juke #wrote this during two breaks yesterday (and a little bit before going to bed) #I'm not exactly confident but I think I'll pass the exam and that's all I care about honestly lol #I needed to relax a bit and writing about Juke did the job as always 🥰