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halemerry · 8 months

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Hello, hello, I wanted to ask for your opinions or theories about how "power" works in Good Omens. What I mean is when an angel or a demon gets demoted (for exaple Aziraphale being demoted from a cherub to a principality) do they get to keep their level of power? Aziraphale to me didn't seem all that powerful even though he was a cherub which is one of the highest ranking angels. Crowley on the other hand is kind of confirmed to be really powerful even though he is a quite low ranking demon now. I'll assume that the Fall doesn't effect ones magic (I can't find another synonym for power) so Satan and Crowley (who was propably an Archangel) and everyone got to keep their abilities. But like I said, Crowley is a low ranking demon (I think), he gets tossed around, constantly threatened and all that but he seems to be still very powerful. I might have missed something obvious but it's late and I'm too tired to think about it. (Power doesn't sound like a word anymore..)

Hi there! Thanks for the question - honestly I’ve tried to answer it a few times since you’ve sent it because I can’t quite find the angle I want to come at this with. Because power in Good Omens is sort of complicated, especially once you start attaching it to things like hierarchies. We don’t know much about the canonical ranks aside from the fact that they seem to pull mostly, but not always, from the Christian hierarchy compiled in De Coelesti Hierarchia. And honestly I really love that we don’t have real solid answers to this stuff - it makes playing in this space really interesting and gives a lot of freedom and I genuinely adore the idea that in this world humans got some of it - but not all of it - right when they were first putting this stuff to paper. It suits the story to exist in this space.

But it does make trying to parse stuff like this a little complicated. After all, how do we address how powerful someone like Aziraphale is when we don’t even actually know if the cherub to principality rank shift is one that goes up, down, or laterally. Just as an example, depending on which hierarchy you’re using, a cherub in terms of rank can be second from the top, third from the top, fourth from the top, third from the bottom, second from the bottom… you get the idea. And that’s not even getting into the fact that Good Omens isn’t actually beholden to any of those ranks. It can and does just do its own thing fairly often.

Now, interestingly enough, that doesn’t mean we don’t know anything about how power works. Because we actually do get more on this than I think is immediately obvious.

I’ve talked a little bit before in a different ask about why Aziraphale’s lie works on the archangels when he first brings the Maggie and Nina’s B plot center stage, but I want to revisit it for a moment. Because I think this provides a really important context just in the sheer fact that this lie works.

The archangels don’t question this despite the fact we will get Aziraphale telling Crowley a few scenes later that miracles don’t work like that. And this is important to the point I’m trying to make because, well, honestly, when it comes down to it I genuinely don’t think they know how their own powers actually work.

Because think about it - it’s not like God left clear instructions behind.

You have a set of Plans that may or may not have come from God at all that you follow and as far as we know that’s it. We see clearly that much of the way they interact with the world is awkward and unsure, even for characters like Shax who theoretically dealt quite a bit with human souls in Admissions. They don’t know how the world works or how they work in it and I think that has to apply to their miracles too. Hell, they barely know how their powers work in their own domains.

Not only do they not have an obvious successor for Gabriel lined up to fill that power but Michael, whether bluffing or not, threatens several times to utilize the Book of Life, a thing that most characters aren’t even certain is real let alone a threat that can actually be used.

They can’t even isolate who has done a miracle and occasionally watch a demon and an angel perform a miracle involving some ribs, some geckos, and a mockery of human anatomy right in front of them without even recognizing the demon in front of them let alone the fact that miracles had been performed.

And honestly, as far as Heaven and Hell are concerned, they haven’t really needed to learn the limits of what they can do. Up until the past decade they all thought they were following the Plan. They kept to their own spaces and their own boundaries for millennia. This is why you get Crowley’s dialogue about bees right? He can waltz right into Heaven because there’s never been any reason for Heaven to think that anyone ever could or would infiltrate them.

Which in a roundabout way also gets at the one way we know power actually does work. Because in Good Omens power has an intrinsic tie to belief. If you believe something to be true that has power in a very literal way. The same logically goes in reverse. This is explicitly what makes Crowley as powerful as he is - because he has the imagination to consider things possible for him that no one else ever has. I suspect he can do things like stop time because he believes it can be done. (Though it probably doesn't hurt that the Starmaker would’ve likely worked with time as a malleable object if he was building objects in space but I digress). He and the Bentley can survive things that should have destroyed them through the sheer force of will to imagine that it is survivable.

This scene is where we get the literal word of God calling out Crowley's imagination as purely unique. This is also how Adam’s powers work. He believes something to be true then it is. The universe wants to shape itself to his beliefs.

This is also how the Horseman work - they are manifestations of evils of humanity that are defeated by humans choosing to defy them.

So that all being said, I genuinely think Aziraphale seems less magically 'powerful' not because he literally is and more because he's more inclined to doubting himself in this particular way. Notice he pretty immediately does some pretty intense miracles the moment he has his epiphany about being able to possess someone like a demon could. I also think Aziraphale's strengths are less in this realm of power as in others, but that's a whole different meta.

We also got some interesting stuff from Gabriel's memory wipe this season. Namely that no mattered how many times Jim insists he can't remember anything, he repetitively does in fact remember.

It leaves an imprint even if it's difficult to access. They don't change the passwords, even if their filing systems grow more sophisticated. I suspect power also works like this. Demotion might make it harder to access, especially if you believe it will, but it can't define you in that way unless you let it.

We also know now that Aziraphale and Crowley are stronger together. We know that they both have known this for a very very long time. Crowley's confession and Aziraphale's choice all but explicitly say that they both understand they are capable of incredible things together. But their big miracle in itself is undeniable proof that they actually believe that to be the truth on a fundamental level.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens meta #michael #crowley #gabriel #aziraphale #uriel #power #answers #oh god this got long

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ao3cassandraic · 9 months

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Heaven and Hell as surveillance states

@princess-spock responding to The Fiasco says:

The Metatron probably IS watching, although it can't be too close by because he's never visible through the windows… But, so what? If Aziraphale wants help, what's to prevent him from just ASKING Crowley for it? If the Metatron was able to perceive anything Aziraphale did or said at a distance, Aziraphale would be unable to eventually plot against him, so the Metatron CAN'T be that perceptive. Turned backs are sufficient to thwart lip reading, lol.

Solid observation. Let's explore it. (I mentioned I'm a privacy wonk, I think. No way am I gonna miss an opportunity to privacy-wonk at all of Tumblr!)

One thing I did while I was pondering The Final Fifteen Minutes was watch it with the sound muted and captions off. I'm not the greatest at connecting facial expressions with emotions (not neurodivergent as far as I know, just kind of clueless, this takes effort and attention for me), so I needed the lack of distraction.

I recommend this. It did help clarify things for me. And, of course, it gives an idea of the level of drama Metatron can see through the bookshop window even if he can't hear or lipread the actual words. Frankly, though, would you put a surveillance miracle (or a simple plant of what Earth humans call a "bug" in the bookshop -- he has plenty of opportunity) past the fucking Metatron? I wouldn't. But I'm not the point. Would Aziraphale think this possible? How would it impact his conduct in the Final Fifteen Minutes?

From the chinwag, Aziraphale learns that the Metatron's been hunting through Heaven's records to figure out that Crowley and Aziraphale are an item. (As I said, chilling. Just the "I've been watching you two" implication must be a real oh-fuck moment for our poor angel.) Exactly how much he knows, we don't know and Aziraphale doesn't know. It could be a lot... and it gives the Metatron a psychological advantage over Aziraphale to leave that question open, let Aziraphale imagine that the Metatron could know anything about them, or even everything.

Now, there's plenty we don't know about how Heavenly surveillance works and how extensive it is, especially on Earth. In s1, Michael rocks up to Gabriel with surveillance photos of Crowley and Aziraphale on a random park bench. But Michael's pretty incompetent with things Earthly -- she barely manages to figure out a matchbox. I wouldn't take those photos as the limit of what Heaven's or Hell's systems can do on Earth.

Saraqael, Heaven's Only Competent Angel, is pretty adept with the Realtime Big Globe, also a surveillance mechanism. She doesn't expand the archangels' view on the sceptred isle past what's needed to detect the miracle plume -- but then, at that point she believes she's shown what they need to know, why bother looking further? So we don't know how deep or detailed that globe's viewport can go! Judging from his actions in s1, Aziraphale barely knows how to make the globe work; he doesn't know either. So as far as he's concerned, it could be capable of any level of realtime surveillance at any place on Earth. Does the Metatron have an accomplice using it to keep an eye on the bookshop? (I actually don't think so -- the Gaiman-Finnemore brain trust tends to be more parsimonious than that -- but Aziraphale has little on which to base a guess. It's possible, to him.)

We do know Aziraphale and Crowley fear the possibilities. Why else would Crowley insist on doing a miracle to shield Jimbriel from recognition, practically first thing after he and Aziraphale reconcile?

We also get a pretty substantial clue that Hell's surveillance systems on Earth can hear words -- if they couldn't, why would Crowley care so much about never being called nice or kind or good? Furfur surveilling the Spider Shit Cell can hear the flies screaming, another hint.

So we know, from all this and from Muriel's full-color meeting-Zoom records, that Heaven is a surveillance state in the Bentham-panopticon, Orwell Nineteen Eighty-Four tradition, and Heaven treats Earth as a surveillance target as well. The surveillance state is even more obvious in Hell; Furfur's a cog in that wheel.

The slight twist away from Bentham and Orwell is that Heaven's surveillance systems don't seem to be monitored 24/7/365 the way Bentham's prison or Oceania's telescreens are. Instead, the Realtime Big Globe gets an occasional pinch-and-zoom, and otherwise surveillance records pile up unheeded in Muriel's office until somebody cares enough to consult them, which isn't often ("once every few hundred years" according to Muriel).

So it's intermittent, unpredictable surveillance, consultable whenever anyone cares enough. And from research on Earth humans (um, I'm going to put a CW for abuse on this post, because a fair chunk of this research involves survivors of domestic and intimate-partner abuse, also those who live in oversurveilled areas or are subject to bossware), we know that under constant or intermittent-unpredictable surveillance, people develop strict internal self-governors for their own conduct -- stricter than their surveillors expect of them, even. They often become anxious, expecting accusation or attack from any corner at any moment. Distressingly often, surveillance all by itself (no additional abuse necessary) causes clinically-significant trauma.

Does this sound like our Ineffables to you? Does to me. (It's also mirrored in Lindsay's treatment of Nina.) They know they can get away with a fair bit, because they build up a track record of doing so -- Heaven is largely indifferent and possible to trick, God is outright oblivious, and both Heaven and Hell seem to operate on a peer-to-peer surveillance model where you only get watched when somebody's trying to rat you out (see: Furfur going after Crowley in 1941). But the consequences of being successfully ratted out are dire -- Falling, in Heaven; whatever happened to Crowley at the end of the Resurrectionist minisode, in Hell.

Again, Aziraphale finds out during the chinwag that the Metatron has taken an interest in him and Crowley, enough to comb through the records. So even if the Metatron can't read lips, even if he hasn't planted a bookshop bug -- given that Heaven's a surveillance state and he knows the Metatron's out there watching and can consult Heaven's surveillance records for additional details afterwards, strict kayfabe will be Aziraphale's likeliest defensive response, and quite reasonably so.

Not least because the Metatron is by no means the typical incompetent Heaven angel. He handles himself on Earth perfectly! He's not omniscient or infallible, but he's only the tiniest bit lacking in clue! If Aziraphale's extra-cautious in the bookshop, knowing that the Metatron's involved in this mess, that's only common sense!

So I'm standing pat on Aziraphale kayfabing his poor little heart out with Crowley, for now. (As always, my metas are subject to revision and reinterpretation! I'm way too Former Litrachoor Scholar to insist on a single set-in-stone interpretation of anything ever.)

#gos2spoilers #gos2 spoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens #ineffable husbands #the fucking metatron #heaven and hell are surveillance states #the final fifteen minutes #tw abuse #cw abuse #good omens meta #heaven and hell

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mirtola87 · 6 months

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"Tale as old as time", or how Good Omens planted a seed in my soul that's growing more and more (bettah) [1/2]

Hi everyone, I'm new here, and I just wanted to share my totally-personal-maybe-relatable experience with Good Omens, trying to figure out why it became sort of an obsession for me. This is a 9-years story so far, and - spoiler alert! - the passage of time played a major role in the evolution of my perception. (English is not my native language, so please forgive my faults!) I first read the book about nine years ago. I was in a public library in Bologna doing research for my PhD in literature, when I stumbled upon the Italian edition. I was driven by the funny title, which was translated as "Buona Apocalisse a tutti!" (we could back-translate it to English as something like "Merry Apocalypse!" or "Happy Armageddon Everyone!"). I was Christian raised, and among all the books of the Bible, St. John's Apocalypse had always fascinated me, I guess because it was the one that most resembled a fantasy book. So I took the book from the shelf and started reading it. Soon I realized that I didn't need it for my thesis because it didn't fit the topic (I did use Coraline, Mirror Mask and Sandman, instead!), but it bewitched me right from the first lines, so I decided to put the library copy back on the shelf, purchase a copy in English and read it for pure pleasure. I enjoyed it so much that it became one of my favourite books ever. I was young and bold and had no idea that almost ten years later that story was going to mean so much to me and tear me apart. Time passed by, and my life went on. In 2019, when the show came out, I was eager to watch it. The book was a masterpiece, and the show proved to live up to it. David Tennant and Michael Sheen were absolutely perfect in their interpretations and made me love the characters even more. While reading the book, I had found the relationship between Aziraphale and Crowley fascinating and irresistibly funny, but I didn't sense any love vibrations between them (and apparently they weren't supposed to be there yet, as we know from Neil that the love story is canon for the series but not for the book). I didn't read anything about the show before watching it, so I was quite surprised when I realized that there was something between the angel and the demon that I hadn't noticed 5 years before. I didn't see it coming at all, and I was all like, "Wait a sec... are they FLIRTING? I didn't remember that..." It was as in one of my all-time favourite songs: "Barely even friends, then somebody bends, unexpectedly". This unexpected twist left me somewhat bewildered: it was like I had suddenly realized that two long-time friends of mine were having a crush on each other. It was a bit odd as I was totally clueless about it before that moment, but then the season ended more or less like the book did, the way I already knew. That was cozy and reassuring, and all those longing glances between Crowley and Aziraphale were just an extra icing on the cake. At the end of the story, their love hadn't been named (yet), just suggested. That happy ending was nice, gentle and romantic, leaving their relationship open to interpretation and imagination. I turned off my TV with a deep sense of amusement and satisfaction, and kept on with my life. Four more years passed, then a friend of mine told me that S2 was out (I'm not very good at keeping up with news myself, I admit). I knew that there wasn't any sequel of the book, so I was surprised and really didn't know what to expect, but I knew Neil Gaiman himself wrote the script, so I was confident it had to be good. And of course it was. Since my partner hadn't watched S1, I decided to rewatch it with him before starting S2. This time I KNEW that there was something going on between Aziraphale and Crowley, and the bewilderment of the first watch gave way to something different, a sort of complicity. I found myself shipping them fondly and smiling at every little clue of their untold love. "Ever just the same / Ever a surprise / Ever as before / Ever just as sure / As the sun will rise." Life was good. [Continues in Part 2]

#good omens #neil gaiman #terry pratchett #aziracrow #aziraphale and crowley #tale as old as time #neighbour of the beast #ineffable husbands #ineffable love #grow better #david tennant #michael sheen

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nerdylilpeebee · 1 month

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I would like to append here a quote from an American Jew and vocal opponent of Hamas

"There's one group [Israel] that has enormous power. It's the most powerful country in the Middle East. It's backed by the United States. It acts on another population of people with total impunity and is never held accountable for anything. So there's no symmetry in the relationship, period. And - just as, like a thought experiment, IDW people - if we know that if, somehow, a population of Jewish refugees ended up in West Bank and Gaza, and an Arabic government in Jerusalem and Tel Aviv had an open-air prison in Jewish Gaza which they bombed with white phosphorus, they killed civilians indiscrimimately, and they had no provisions for medicine, they had an embargo that blocked food, that electricity wasn't running, that there was an over 48% unemployment rate, life expectancy and malnutrition statistics were horrifying, one of the major policy makers in this hypothetical Arabic Palestinian state said, 'we need to put those Jews on a diet.' In the West Bank, there was another Jewish area where there was a little bit more autonomy, but there was [sic] regular Arabic settlements where they pulled up the Jewish farmers' foods, terrorized them with rocks, the security forces broke children's bones, and they couldn't drive on their own roads - we'd all have no problem understanding what that was. So there's no thing complex about it... it's a pure asymmetry relationship, and the question is 'rights or not?'" - Michael Brooks, 1983-2020

Yeah, I discarded the opinion of this person when he called Gaza an open-air prison and brought up white phosphorous. XD

Firstly, an open-air prison doesn't look like a gods damn resort.

Secondly, white phosphorous was not used (and isn't illegal anyway). People claiming white phosphorus literally show a man throwing one of them with his bare hands. It'd melt his skin off if he had touched it with his bare hands. It was far more likely to be tear gas.

Thirdly, something I do wanna bring up: being weaker does not make you the good guy. XD It really doesn't matter how much stronger Israel is compared to Gaza or any other group in the middle east. You are not automatically the good guy OR the oppressed just because your enemy is stronger than you. That's not how it works.

#tvp discourse #long post #israel #arab israeli conflict #hamas #gaza

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lovesosweeet · 5 months

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter thirty two

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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october 7, 2018 los angeles, california orion

After several hours on the phone with Dr. Harris and her team, we successfully have transferred my leukemia chemo plan to a hospital in San Diego — the Barnhart Cancer Center. I am moving back in with my moms officially, but I don’t think anyone is happy about it. They’re happy to have me home, but they’re unhappy about the circumstances.

Nobody is happy with me right now, and I don’t blame them. I’m not happy with myself. I haven’t been able to eat or sleep since I made Calum leave. I’ve managed maybe three hours of sleep in the past five days. I have eaten a single slice of cold and stale cheese pizza, but that’s it. I’m just not hungry.

Today, my moms and Macy are helping me pack up what few things are truly mine from the apartment in LA. Most of the things there are Calum’s, even if I picked them out, he paid for most of them. A few things we split costs on, but it doesn’t feel right for me to take them. I plan on just getting my clothes, makeup, and a handful of mugs that heave sentimental value to me.

We pull into the parking garage at the apartment for what might be the last time I ever do and park right by the doors in the Uhaul van that we rented. Even though we aren’t getting that much stuff, it won’t fit in any of our small sedans or my Mama’s hatchback. Macy is waiting for us in the lobby, chatting with Ron, when we walk in.

“Hi,” I breathe when I see her. It’s the first time I’ve seen her since the shitshow that was in San Diego a few days ago. I had to fill her in over text to ask her to help me move out, and she was just as shocked as everyone else by the news.

Macy doesn’t say anything, she just pulls me into a hug. “How are you doing?” She asks.

I hold back tears while I step back from her. I don’t say anything, knowing I’ll just cry if I start talking about it. “Macy, you remember my moms?” I motion to them, and Macy nods.

“Nice to see you again,” Mom says.

Macy smiles a sad smile. I know we all wish this reunion was under different circumstances.

“Shall we get started?” Mama asks, looking between everyone’s faces.

I nod and walk to the elevator, not bothering to make sure people are following me. I’m sure they are.

The apartment feels eerily empty when we walk in. Duke isn’t here anymore, which makes me sad. I didn’t get to say goodbye to him. The band took him to the hotel that night in San Diego so he could hang out with Michael and Crystal’s dogs, and then I broke up with Calum the next morning. I think he’s joining the band for the rest of the tour.

I head straight for the bedroom, knowing that most of my things that I’m taking with me are in the closet. Without a rhyme or reason, I just start throwing clothes into garbage bags. I also put all of Calum’s things back on his side of the closet. I’ll miss wearing his cozy clothes, but they’re his, so he deserves to have them.

“Will you take these down for me?” I ask whoever followed me into the closet. I motion to the garbage bags I’ve already filled and tied off. Hands reach out and take them away, leaving me alone in the closet to keep throwing my clothes into plastic bags. I’ll have to refold everything when I get back to my moms’.

Within just a few minutes, my side of the closet is bare. Really, it’s two thirds of the closet, since Calum has far less than I do in terms of clothes. I ignore the ache in my chest before I grab the remaining two bags to take with me to the kitchen, where Macy is boxing up my mugs.

“I have the Madrid mug, the vegetable soup one, the one you thrifted with the gold flowers, and all the little crystal espresso cups. Am I missing any?” She asks without looking up from her work. She’s wrapping each of the mugs individually in newspaper, putting far more care into it than I think is necessary. These mugs will only be mine for a few more months, maybe a year, and then they’ll be trash or thrift store donations unless someone in my life decides they want them.

“If you are, it’s fine.”

She nods and gives me a half smile.

“Thanks for helping out, Mace. I appreciate it.”

Macy halts her actions then, and before I know it, she’s hugging me. “You’d be here for me if I needed. I’m just giving you the same love you give to the world.”

I want to make a sarcastic comment about the negativity I put into the world breaking up with Calum, but I bite my tongue.

“Still, thank you.”

She lets me go and then reaches up to push my hair out of my eyes. “Anytime.”

Packing up doesn’t really take much time. I also clean out the fridge of anything that will expire before Calum comes home, and most of it Macy takes down to her parents’ place, but a few things go in the trash. Everyone helps me clean the apartment so that Cal can come home to an apartment free of my messes. I’m sure it will be hard for him to come back to the home we built together, so I just want to make myself as scarce as possible.

I leave most of the framed photos of us, because only one of us will need to look back on memories, and it’s not me. I do take a framed polaroid that we took backstage in Amsterdam two years ago and one of the two of us last Christmas. Backstage in Amsterdam, we were both goofing off. He’s holding me upside down while we both laugh uncontrollably, and Ashton is in the background giving a thumbs up. The one from last Christmas is at his grandparents’ house in Australia. We’re both wearing plain white button ups, which was unintentional but we decided it was cute and both wore them, mine with a mini skirt underneath and his with a pair of black jeans. We’re sitting on the floor in front of the Christmas tree with the lights behind us, huge smiles on our faces and our cheeks red from a few too many beers. Mali took it.

I put the frames in my purse and hope that none of the other people here with me saw me tearing up at them.

“Macy, would you like to join us for a quick lunch? We were thinking of going to the bagel place nearby.” My moms are helping tie up the rest of the garbage and recycling, placing it outside of the door for the trash valet service when they come by later today.

“Oh, sure, that would be nice.”

We load the rest of my things into the van and then move it to a visitor’s space before we walk down to Rosie’s. As always, there’s a line. I don’t plan on eating anything, but I don’t mind waiting with my moms and Macy. I think I’ll get a coffee while we’re here since I’m so tired, even though I’m sure it will make me nauseous to drink caffeine on an empty stomach. I deserve it — both the caffeine and the sickness.

While we’re waiting in line, Macy and my moms get to know each other a little better. They even offer to host Macy for family dinners whenever she’d like once she’s back at UCSD next year so she can eat a home-cooked meal instead of shitty dining hall food. I try not to think about how they’ll essentially be replacing me with her.

“Orion?” An unfamiliar voice says, and I perk up from being zoned out to find whoever spoke to me in this line.

My eyes meet blue ones, still unfamiliar.

“Uh, hi? Do I know you?”

“No, sorry to bother you,” the girl says. “But, did you and Cal break up?”

I’m stunned by the question, so stunned I can’t even speak.

“What the hell?” Macy says, stepping halfway in front of me to be between me and the girl. “You’d never ask that shit to someone you actually know, so why do you feel like you can ask someone that just because one of the involved parties is famous? She’s a fucking person, not a character in some fantasy storyline.”

“Macy, it’s fine,” I tell her, placing my hand on her shoulder. She’s fuming. I look at the girl, who’s practically shaking with embarrassment, as several other people in line are now watching us. “Yeah, we did.”

I knew people would be speculating instantly. Between the canceled shows, photos of both of us crying at beaches, and me unfollowing Calum on Instagram, as well as removing him as a follower on my own page, the breakup would be evident to anyone who was looking for signs of it. I didn’t imagine getting approached on the street about it, but I’d seen the Tweets and videos talking about it, rehashing all the painfully public facts.

The girl nods. “Okay, thank you. Have a good day.”

What the fuck? Thank you?

“God, I hate people sometimes,” Macy fumes. She’s staring daggers at the girl’s back as she walks away. “That shit’s about to be all over Twitter.”

I agree with her, but I just quietly reply. “It already is.”

—

@5SOSLuver: A fan confirmed with Orion in LA today. #Orilum is over!

@Fan1: Replying to @5SOSLuver: omg fuck yes @Fan2: Replying to @5SOSLuver: STOP WHO THE HELL JUST WALKS UP TO SOMEONE AND ASKS IF THEY BROKE UP WITH THEIR BF. I feel bad for Orion. That’s such an invasion of privacy and so disrespectful. @Fan3: Replying to @5SOSLuver: nooo 💔 i actually loved them together. hope they’re both doing okay. @Fan4: Replying to @Fan3: me too. someone said they’d seen orion on an oncology ward at ucla hospital. wonder what that means???

@5SOSUpdates: #Orilum is over y’all! Praise the LORD our boy is free!

@MacyLacy123: Replying to @5SOSUpdates: orion and calum loved each other very much. he is not “free.” they are both hurting and you’re being very disrespectful toward two very wonderful humans. @5SOSUpdates: Replying to @MacyLacy123: omg get off her dick. she’s a bitch and an attention seeker. go find someone else to bitch at with your dumb opinions. @MacyLacy123: Replying to @5SOSUpdates: find someone worthy of your hate. orion isn’t that person. i hope karma bites you in the ass. also, cal’s not gonna fuck you just bc you hate his ex. just FYI. @Calum5SOS: Replying to @MacyLacy123: @5SOSUpdates she’s right, about all of it. orion is a wonderful person. please respect our privacy and while you’re at it, respect strangers on the internet, too.

@Calum5SOS: Hating doesn’t get you anywhere. Kindly respect our privacy. Thanks.

- Cal

@Fan4: Replying to @Calum5SOS: we love you Cal!! anyone hating is just jealous. take all the time you need to heal @Fan5: Replying to @Calum5SOS: glad you finally got away from that leech. we love you! @Fan4: Replying to @Fan5: did you even read his tweet? hating doesn’t get you anywhere! @Fan6: Replying to @Calum5SOS: so sorry about your breakup calum. anyone could see how much you two loved each other. sending you love!!! @Fan7: Replying to @Calum5SOS: we love you!!! @Ashton5SOS: Replying to @Calum5SOS: Love you, brother. I’m here for you. @Fan4: Replying to @Ashton5SOS: omg my cashton heart. sobbing. @MacyLacy123: Replying to @Ashton5SOS: cal’s lucky to have a friend like you. here for all of you. ❤️ @Ashton5SOS: Replying to @MacyLacy123: ❤️ The support system is out of this world. Here for you guys too if you need us, got it? @EmeliaBoDeliaSmelia: Replying to @Ashton5SOS: @MacyLacy123 omg y’all got me crying on twitter. love you all sm. we’re in this together. @5SOSUpdates: Replying to @EmeliaBoDeliaSmelia: @Ashton5SOS @MacyLacy123 who tf are y’all @Fan3: Replying to @5SOSUpdates: bruh clearly they know orion and calum. y’all fr don’t know anything about them and their breakup. further proof to stOP HATING oml

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a/n: i'm sorry the tweet part formatting got v messed up i hope it still reads somewhat okay....

#5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #calum hood #5sos #ashton irwin #michael clifford #imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #5sosfam #calum 5sos #calum imagine #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum x ofc #calum x fem!oc #calum fanfic

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sans-desertghost · 2 years

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A Match Made In Hell

Summary: Being Vice Captain of the Cheerleading Squad made Y/N’s life easy. Everyone knew who she was and adored her for it (I mean as far as she knew), but a certain boy made it a point to show her he was not one of those people and instead loathed her for it.

Warnings: None for this chapter. I was thinking about using the word bitch but I didn’t know if that would be going to far.

PART 2!

MIKE POV

Mike tried not to smile wider at the disdain clear on your face as he sat himself in the seat next to you.

Ms. May continued to announce partners for their class chemistry project and luck would have it, Mike was paired with you. Looks like pretty girls don’t always get what they want. “Guess you should have asked me to be your partner earlier.”

“Shut up.” You whispered, choosing to focus on your chemistry binder, flipping a little too harshly at the papers within. He felt something stir in him at the irritation in your voice, it was funny to see you with such an ugly expression compared to the bright smiles you showed everyone else.

Y/N POV

Ridiculous. Outrageous. Illogical. You could go on because this was just not right. Why did you have to be paired with the freak. You of all people. You never did anything wrong. You were a good egg.

And it irritated you that he was smirking, like this was funny in some way. You paused your aggressive note taking and sneaked a glance toward your partner. Your jaw clenched.

Still smirking. How was any of this funny? He wrote out his notes in a lazy manner, barely giving a glance to what the teacher wrote on the board. You huffed and returned your attention back to your notes for the rest of class.

Once the bell rang, you practically sprung out of your seat and marched up to Ms. May with your sweet smile. “Ms. May is there any way I could ask for a new partner?”

Your teacher raised her eyebrows in interest, “Oh? Is there something wrong with your current one?” You both glanced to your current partner, who was talking to Lucas as he packed away his notebook into his bag.

“Well, I was actually hoping to be paired with Lucas. I think we work better and understand each other’s school schedules since he’s on the basketball team and I’m on the cheearleading team, we could even work on the project while we’re practicing where as with um…”

“Michael.” Your teacher offered in your brief pause.

You let yourself blush as you smiled at her in appreciation, “Right. Where as with Michael he wouldn’t be allowed in our practices so that means wasted time that we could have had to work on the project.”

Ms. May nodded, “I understand Y/N, but my pairings are final and to be quite honest with you, your grades have been taking a dive down. While Micheal has maintained a steady A. With his guidance I’m sure he could even help you tutor for Chemistry while you both work on the project.”

You fought to keep your smile neutral. “Of course. Thank you for caring about my education.”

Ms. May smiled at you in surprise, “You’re welcome.”

Atrocious. Heinous. Nauseating. You continued to name this situation in your head with various adjectives, a frown on your lips as you exited the classroom.

“I’m assuming she said no to switching?”

You rolled your eyes at Michael. “Shut up.”

He followed you down the hall to your next class, “You always this friendly? Or do you reserve it just for me?”

“Listen,” you stop abruptly to spin around and face him, the stupid smirk still on his face as you glared at him. “I don’t want to talk to you more than I already have, but I want a good grade on this project.”

“I’m sure you need it.”

You shouldn’t have taken the bait, but your nerves were so high strung that you needed some relief, so yeah, why not yell at the boy who made it his mission to be the bane of your existence. “And what the hell is that suppose to mean?”

He shrugged, “I heard what Ms. May said about us being partners.”

Heat creeped up your neck and settled on your cheeks. “I don’t need your help, I’ve been doing fine on my own.”

Michael rolled his eyes, “Sure you have.”

“At least I have a life outside of school.”

“Doing what? Being a she-devil?”

The bell rang above the pair, who now notices the hallway cleared sometime ago. You groaned and pushed past Michael, “Great! Now you’ve made me late for class. Just stop talking to me.”

“Kinda hard to do that when we’re working on a project together.” He called after you but you just showed him the finger in response.

#mike wheeler x y/n #mike wheeler x reader #lucas sinclair x you #lucas sinclair x y/n #lucas sinclair x reader #mike wheeler x you #stranger things season four #stranger things #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #x reader #x y/n

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fastandtheformula1 · 2 years

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hiya i was wondering if you could write some poly cake headcannons thank you :))

Calum Hood & Luke Hemmings -Cake Headcanons

a/n: so glad you requested! here you go :) requests are still OPEN!

summary: cake headcanons

pairing: poly!cake x female reader

warnings: cursing

word count: 1303

not my gif!

-you were originally dating Luke

-when you met the rest of the band you and Calum hit it off really well

-sometimes you’d even hang out with him one on one

-luke always trusted you guys so he had nothing to worry about

-that was until he overheard him and Michael talking about you

-“She’s just so amazing, ya know? She’s got a great personality. She’s sweet, considerate. And has good looks. God, she’s gorgeous. I just- I don’t know what to do.”

-“Mate, she’s your best friend’s girlfriend.”

-“I know…”

-so Calum finally got the courage to talk to Luke about it

-he thought that Luke would be really mad

-which he was a little bit

-he kept telling Luke “it’s just a crush, it’ll go away”

-it never did

-so you, Luke and Calum had a long talk about what you guys should do

-and Luke brought up bringing Cal into your guys’s relationship

-and that was that

-during the beginning of your guys’ relationship Cal was so awkward

-he felt (and looked) like he was third wheeling all the time

-but of course you reminded him he was a part of the relationship

-just simple things like

-y’all are cuddling on the couch and you are laying on luke’s shoulder watching a movie

-and your hand is resting on Cal’s thigh

-and he’s just sitting there like 🙂👍🏼

-“Cal, you can come closer if you like.”

-“Yeah, why're you so far?”

-“Oh, dunno” *scoots in 2 inches*

-“You can come closer,”

-*scoots 2 inches closer*

-“I don’t bite, babe.”

-*scoots so that you’re barely touching*

-“Callll”

-at first he’d be lowkey stressed cause he knew he was a part of the relationship emotionally but physically he didn’t know what to do

-he’d just kinda… be there

-“You okay?”

-“Yep. I’m fine.”

-as months went by, he eased into the relationship though

-one day it would just click for all three of you and you would be so happy

-“Calum, can you pass me my phone?”

-“Sure, honey.”

-he wouldn’t notice he’d said it

-you and Luke wouldn’t say anything to him, you’d just silently give each other looks throughout the day

-“Love, can you get me a water please?”

-“Sure thing.”

-at the end of the day you and Luke would just beam at him

-“What?”

-“Nothing. I love you.”

-“Yeah. We love you.”

-“What are you two up to?”

-Cal’s the real touchy one i feel like

-not sexually he just likes physical touch

-“Y/N can you come here for a second?”

-“What’s up?”

-“Just come here”

-*you walk over* “What?”

-he’ll just wrap his arms around your waist and give you the warmest hug ever

-“Hi.”

-“That’s what I came over here for? A hug?”

-“That’s what you came- Yes, love me.”

-Luke’s like the dad in the relationship

-he always makes sure both of you are okay

-“You guys good? Want a water or something?”

-“No I’m good, thank you.”

-“Nah.”

-“Are you sure? I can make you some tea if you want.”

-“It’s fine, baby. Just watch the movie.”

-Luke will sometimes get jealous of Calum just cause you guys have the same humor

-you guys would be making fun of a character in a movie then all of a sudden Luke will just storm out of the room

-“Brilliant idea. Walk into a haunted house without a weapon. You’re so not gonna die.”

-“Yeah, and don’t tell anyone you’re going inside, either. Next Einstein over here.”

-with that he’d just leave

-both of you are so confused then you realize

-so you try and make things right

-he’s just sitting in the music room picking at his guitar while staring into space

-“We didn’t mean to make you feel bad, we’re sorry.”

-“I know. It just sucks cause you guys are so much whittier than me.”

-“Okay, but you’re more talented than Cal. That counts, right?”

-“Hey!”

-you and Calum are night owls so you stay up til the sun rises practically

-talking about nothing and everything

-“Do you think dinosaurs knew about smaller animals like bunnies?”

-“Not this shit again, please. Anything but the dinos.”

-“Hear me out.”

-“Who named things? You know what I mean? Like spork. Like who comes up with that?”

-“You’re so weird.”

-one night you’d just be talking in your room then Luke would burst through the door

-you and Calum jump out of your skin

-Luke’s just standing there like 🥺🧍🏼‍♂️ with a teddy bear Calum won him at a fair

-you and Cal try your hardest not to laugh because he looks like a scared child

-“Hi honey. You okay?”

-“I had a nightmare.”

-“Oh, baby. It’s okay, c’mere.”

-“I went to Cal’s room and you weren’t there, so I freaked out. Then I saw the light in your room and bolted over here.”

-you and Calum just look at each other with so much guilt

-“Sorry honey. We’re here now, though.”

-your sleep arrangement changes every. damn. day.

-normally Luke’s on your right and Calum’s on your left when you’re on the couch or sitting somewhere

-but whenever it’s time for bed…

-they always fight over who slept next to you the night previous

-“You were in the middle last night. Y/N was on the right side.”

-“No she wasn’t!”

-“Oh my- Yes she was!”

-“Luke’s right. You woke up with morning wood and you asked me if I could help you, remember?”

-*sighs* “Take this side.”

-since you were dating Luke first, he always knows what’s up with you

-“Hey, honey. How was work?”

-“Fine. Gonna take a shower.”

-Luke looks at Calum like a bomb went off

-poor Cal he’s always in the dark for stuff like that

-calum kinda follows suit to Luke

-but he’s a quick learner so pretty soon both of them know your patterns of what ticks you off

-Luke always talks you through your problems

-Calum’s just there for moral support and cuddles

-“It just sucks cause I’ve been there longer than them, and they get a fucking raise?! It just doesn’t make sense.”

-“Oh, what the fuck?”

-“Right?! And they never helped with those stupid group stuff.”

-“Honestly, how’re they not fired yet?”

-Cal normally stays silent during discussions like that

-he just caresses your thigh and listens

-but he has his own way of showing you he cares

-“Y/N?”

-“What do you want, Cal?”

-“I got you this.”

-it’s just something like a rubber duck just to make you laugh

-“Oh. Thank you.”

-“There’s that smile. Wanna watch a movie? Luke’s making dinner.”

-just them messing around with their instruments while you’re around

-Calum’s bass + Luke singing & playing the guitar = sleepy time

-they’ll just be playing around and then you’d just pass out

-“Y/N, did you like the chord or should we change it?”

-“Aaaand she passed out again.”

-“Alright. Let’s take her to bed.”

-“Wait, now? Wait a few minutes. She looks so comfortable.”

-“It’s 3 a.m.?”

-whenever they get into a fight it’s super awkward for you

-they never mean to put you in the middle it just kinda happens

-you listen to both sides and try to come up with a solution

-which normally ends up with you tricking them into apologizing to each other

-“Cal, wanna watch a movie? I’ll meet you in the living room in a few.”

-“Sure. That sounds nice.”

-“Lu, can I paint your nails?”

-“Okay.”

-when they see what you did you just run out the room and hope that they don’t kill you the next time they see you

-“Oh, fuck.”

-“How do we keep falling for this?”

-“Have fun you two!”

-they’re so attentive to your needs and are so loving towards you

-they’re literally the best boyfriends you could ever ask for

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heartpascal · 1 year

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I'M EVEN MORE DEVASTED NOW 😭 (i just watched the new mandalorian ep and i'm not gonna say anything anymore) AND THEN YOU POST THAT 😭 I AM SO DEPRESSED AND DEVASTATED 😭

i'm gonna add more to that thought and what if— joel or tommy was awake?

"Look at me, kid. LOOK AT ME!" "Open your eyes, please!" "NO!"

AND MARIA NO! MY MOTHER! 😭 HER BEING IN DENIAL AND TELLING TOMMY TO TELL HER THAT IT'S NOT TRUE! MY HEART 💔🥀 AND WHAT IF LIKE THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE DINNER TOGETHER AFTER THE PATROL AND IT JUST GOES— MARIA ASKING WHERE SHE IS AND TOMMY JUST—

"Don't you dare say that." "Tell me it's not true. Tell me it's not fucking true, please!" "...Maria."

I AM DEVASTED! JESSE! 😭😭 (he's probably gonna see her soon but we ain't gonna talk about that) ELLIE AND JOEL 😭 joel and maria just lost another child and i can hear that one song going "i told you once, i can't do this again, do this again, oh." AND THE WHOLE FAMILY JUST AVENGING HER WITH TOMMY GOING FIRST 😭 I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! 😭

songs that makes me devasted about this:

• as the world caves in - matt maltese

(i can absolutely see this as the title name if you ever expand on it and just know it's gonna break my heart 💔)

• hold on - chord overstreet

• you said you'd grow old with me - michael schulte

• fourth of july - sufjan stevens

(am i bringing this back? yes, yes i am. specifically; "the evil, it spread like a fever ahead. it was night when you died, my firefly." and "the hospital asked, 'should the body be cast?' before i say goodbye, my star in the sky.")

• walked through hell - anson seabra

• remember me - coco

• sorrow - sleeping at last

• touch - sleeping at last

• it's quiet uptown - hamilton

(this song is making me fall apart—)

THE LAST OF US PART 2 SPOILERS

i am currently just putting that as like a blanket warning and then gonna do keep reading thingys so hopefully people who don’t wanna see don’t see!! ( THIS WAS BEFORE I WROTE… ALL THIS. )

omg yes shhh i’ve only watched episode 1 of season 3 so far oopsies. i have so little time for mando AGH i wish i had more >:( but i also neglected sm homework last week oops so my own fault really

no because if JOEL was awake? and he watched that happen? i genuinely don’t know what he’d do. there’s two options, one of which we heard of after sarah died, and the other being he goes mad for revenge. (let’s pretend abby didn’t use like. a fucking shotgun on his leg and it was recoverable, shhhhh)

TOMMY. he’d be so torn. i don’t know what he’d do either!!! they would just be so fucking despondent. like what is even the point if r is gone? what are they meant to do now? and if he had to watch? if he watched, and wasn’t able to do anything? can you imagine the pain he’d be in after locking eyes with r, wondering if r would ever forgive him for this? tommy would absolutely blame himself. would blame himself for letting reader on patrols at all, for helping abby, for trusting this group that they didn’t know, for doing nothing when reader needed him to do something, anything, the most

you saw how tommy reacted in part 2 when abby threatened ellie, how he fucking yelled and screamed at ellie to leave. can you imagine how much he would yell and scream at abby to just leave reader alone, to just stop, please, don’t do this to her, she didn’t do anything

can you imagine how tommy would react if he found out why abby did it? how joel would react? how ellie would react?

lets think about this for a minute actually, because ellie would NEVER forgive joel. she wouldn’t. because she already hated him for what he did at the hospital, she was just barely coming to forgive him for it, and now not only did he take that away from her, but his actions also led to reader being killed. joel would never ever forgive himself, but neither would ellie.

hell, if joel went to seattle for revenge, i don’t think he’d be coming back no matter the outcome. it has to be said. what does he have left, anyway?

my dear, sweet maria. she would be so torn after her initial denial, because god does she want to avenge reader, she wants to tear them all apart for what they did to her, but then there’s this baby who needs her. tommy would be long gone, by then, anyway. she couldn’t orphan her child. but what about you?

and the blame she’d have for joel, too, if she found out?

joel would be having the absolute WORST time.

your dialogue for maria’s reaction is so so accurate too, and you can really see tommy just looking at her, saying her name, because there’s nothing else he can say.

and when tommy and maria’s son grows up, and he’s wondering why his dad left, and he doesn’t understand because he can’t remember reader. he doesn’t remember her looking after him, only has the names on the chalkboard that’s still set up on the mantle of the home he shares with his mother only. because maria wouldn’t welcome tommy back after he left. couldn’t. a part of her resents him for not saving r too, although she’d never say it out loud.

i wanna talk about jesse more but this is already long i’m sorry HAHAH so i will move on to my favourite thing. SONGS!!!

as the world caves in — i’m an awful person for immediately thinking about how joel’s world litch rally caved in (via the golf club to r’s head…) OK BUT FOR REAL NOW. i love this song. it hurts so bad. for all of them, the world had already ended. they’re living in post apocalyptic times for gods sake. but this… this is worse. this is their actual world falling apart before their very eyes.

i cant talk about hold on because i think i will actually break down in sobs and cries. but agreed. that song hurts so bad

you said you’d grow old with me — these lyrics hurt particularly bad if you relate them to jesse i think. and ellie actually. “we had plans, we had visions, now i can't see ahead” i’m crying and sobbing. they’d both be so empty. they wouldn’t know what to do with themselves. and they’d remember so many things they forgot to tell reader :( “you've got your peace now, but what about me?” SOBBIIIIINGGG. actually look at all of these lyrics because they all fit so well and they ALL hurt.

fourth of july — may i just also add “what could i have said to raise you from the dead?” because it makes me sad. and as you SHOULD bring this one back. it hurts. also the repeated “why do you cry” hurts so bad because not only will all the characters be sobbing but also r didn’t want to die :(

walk through hell — all of you go and look at EVERY single song lyric here. because ouch. like i’m in pain rn listening to this

remember me — “remember me though i have to say goodbye” yelling crying screaming sobbing. and also “remember me each time you hear a sad guitar” joel coded joel coded joel coded. he never got to teach r how to play even though she wanted to learn (shhh) and that would haunt him forever i think. or however long he lived..

sorrow — OUCH. all of this just hurts and then you have this especially joel coded line “slowly, then all at once / a single loose thread / and it all comes undone” sobs he lost everything. also i think this song really fits with how like. lost and unsure everybody would be going forward like “i feel out of focus / or at least indisposed” TBE MORE I LOOK AT THE LYRICS THE MORE I COULD PICK OUT THAT FIT SO WELL. howl you know what you’re doing. i should be mad. i should be.

touch — “all i want is to flip a switch / before something breaks that cannot be fixed” need i say more? no. i needn’t. but i will. “predicting god as best he can / but god i wanna feel again”

it’s quiet uptown — howl im gonna need you to stop using hamilton against me please and thank you. but this song is maria coded. THERE I SAID IT. it’s maria coded! “you hold your child as tight as you can / and push away the unimaginable” her with her son after tommy leaves too. she’s so stuck on the fact that she couldn’t protect r that she worries she won’t be able to protect him either. she can’t lose a third child. AND MORE IMPORTANTLY. “i spend hours in the garden / i walk alone to the store” TO READER’S STORE!!! TO THE POTTERY SHOP!!! imagine the pain maria would feel when all the flowers outside have wilted away, unreplaced, and then she has to throw them away. she’s alone. she’s so alone. i’m in pain. with everybody off avenging r who’s their to mourn her? everybody forgets about your shop soon enough, except for her. she cleans the shop, sends her son to be looked after by someone she trusts, only for a little while. she can’t manage long. AND THEN THE SECOND PART IS TOMMY CODED. “if i could spare [her] life / if i could trade [her] life for mine / [she’d] be standing here right now / and you would smile and that would be enough” …… i’m going into hibernation actually. howl HOW COULD YOU.

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kuumara · 1 year

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A turn of events

"Thank God you're here,"

"No problem."

"I don't- I don't know how to make him normal anymore, or what to do to make him eat- he doesn't even eat! He's just down there all the time, I'm telling you it's because-"

"It's alright, miss. I advise you to wait here, we never know what can happen while dealing with people like him,"

"Oh, alright- Do you need anything? Water?"

"No, no thank you, miss. We better get this over with quick."

"Alright. It's down the hallway, third door on the left and down the stairs,"

"Thank you, miss."

"No, thank you- and be careful, please,"

He smiles calmly. "I'm a professional,"

The miss smiles back, nervously, and he's already halfway down the stairs. His suitcase is heavy, a Holy Cross tied to it, clanging.

As he gets to the bottom of the stairs, to the basement, he holds the cross in order to stop it from making noise.

The basement is a stark contrast from the rest of the traditional, well-kept manor. It's filthy, grey, and the ceiling is full of metal pipes.

There's only one closed door at the end of the hallway he's standing in. The other rooms' doors appear to have been taken off.

He carefully and quietly makes his way to the door, highly alert in case the patient comes from one of the dark rooms with no doors. He halts right before the door and pulls out a spray bottle, filled with Holy Water.

He slowly starts opening the door, heart pounding loudly. He's done this numerous times, yet he's never gotten used to this feeling.

This feeling? He thinks about this feeling, and realizes: this feeling is now much more intense than any time before. He has felt very violent, negative energy from some other patients, yes, but this is different. The energy here is melancholy, sad, desperate, more than anything he's ever felt before. And it fills him with sadness as well.

He finally opens the door, and in the small room there's only one candle lit and a lot of books. A lot.

As his eyes get used to the darkness, he sees, in the corner, surrounded by walls of books, the patient.

He hasn't attacked him, or even lifted his head from his hands for that matter. He's just sitting there, long hair blocking his face in a filthy room with his rich, bourgeois clothing.

He steps closer to the patient, he can see that he's shaking. He crouches to meet his eyes, but the patient is scared more than anything.

"Hello," he whispers softly, not wanting to scare him more.

"Hi." The patient, much to his surprise, answers. His voice is hoarse and weak.

"I'm here to help you."

"Everyone says that." The patient replies, voice and the energy getting angrier.

"Who is everyone?" He asks, sitting down and facing him. He needs to let him know he isn't trying to hurt him.

"The doctors. The priests. The scientists." The patient shivers. "They wanted to electrocute me, drill holes in my head- I barely made it out alive,"

His breath catches, and the patients lifts his head, revealing his face. His eyes are curious now, but still wet and red.

"What's your name?" he asks the patient.

"You first."

"Will Byers."

"Michael Wheeler," the patient says, and Will thinks it suits him. Michael was an angel, and this one isn't far from that, he thinks. But- he's getting distracted, by Michael's dark eyes and strong nose, making his lips curl into a calm smile.

"Mister Wheeler, I'm not here to do anything those people did."

Michael's expression eased a little, humming.

"What are you going to do, then," he asked, never breaking eye contact.

"Well... your mother called me to perform an exorcism... But I doubt that will be necessary..." he said, careful not to scare Michael.

"You're troubled, and not because of a literal demon," Will tried to make him feel safe, and it was succeeding, since he was no longer trembling. Michael's eyes lit up.

"So. Tell me about this."

"About what..."

"How did you end up here?"

Michael shifted, carefully to not knock over the towers of books.

"They want to kill me, that's how," he whispered. "They don't want me to feel better- they just want me to..." he trailed off, and Will looked at him with understanding.

"To be like them," Will hummed. Michael looked at him again, surprised, and huffed a laugh.

"Yeah." He smiled.

They sat like that in silence for a while, all until the little bit of candle that was still there went out. They both felt like they finally found someone to trust. And it was true.

"You still have to eat." Will said, as the candle flickered out.

"I'm not eating their food." Michael groaned, and Will felt him getting mad again.

"What about someone else's food?" he suggested.

"Well- I- I can't just leave, if that's what you're implying..."

"I can tell them you're- dangerous, or not sane, whatever you want." Michael looked at him, disbelieving.

"I'm a professional. They will believe me." He smiled reassuringly.

"But... how do I know you're not going to hurt me after you take me away? Or actually put me in a facility?"

"I won't. I swear," Will eagerly explained. He will do anything to rid people of their demons, literal and metaphorical- especially Michael. They're alike, and he would regret not helping him for the rest of his life.

"Michael," Will said quietly, after a moment of silence and Michael thinking.

"Listen... They could kill you here," he lifted his gaze to Will's now, eyes wide.

"I know," he matched Will's tone. "I know, I-" and then his breath hitched. His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, trying to catch his breath to finish his sentence. But he couldn't, all he could get out his throat was sobbing.

Will scooted closer, and leaned on his hand on the floor next to Michael's legs. With the other, he held his arm, dragging his hand up and down soothingly.

That only made Michael cry more, mostly because Will understood him.

He's been soothed by his mother before, after the electro-shock therapy, but she didn't understand that he was crying then because he didn't want to change, not because he wanted to. She cried with him because she desperately wanted him to be a heterosexual, whereas he cried because he was being held tightly by a person that only loved a version of him she had made up in her head.

Michael threw himself at Will, leaning forward and sinking his face into the fabric of his coat. And Will held him just as quickly as he came close, hugging him firmly.

Eventually, Michael stopped. Will didn't know how much time had passed; feeling Michael's whole being so close to him made him feel dazed.

"I'll go with you," Michael said, not pulling away.

"Okay." Will whispered into his ear.

However, neither of them wanted to pull away, so they stayed like that all until they heard mister Wheeler walking down the stairs, presumably wanting to check if something had happened.

Will explained to him that he'd talked to Michael about the demon, but unfortunately couldn't get it out and said he wanted to study Michael and his demon at his own residence.

Mister Wheeler of course agreed, he would try everything without hesitation in order to cure his son of homosexuality; his own words. And so, Michael had escaped his manor prison and begun a new story.

At least Argyle and Jonathan, the manor's gardeners say so.

And Max, whom Will and Michael met when they had first changed location in order for Michael's family to not find them

And El, the owner of a house they stayed at once when running from mister Wheeler's hired hunters.

And Dustin and Lucas, the owners of a pub they sought safety at.

And Jonathan and Joyce, who...

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blahbla blha 20th or 19th or 18th century byler blahblah bla exorcist will but really he's just a therapist looking for people in need blahblablha mike being rejected by his rich family for his homo tendencies blablahbla them running away together lbablaalbabla i love it sm

annnyway in this fic i intended mike to actually be possessed and then he falls inlove wit will and fluff and menace mike but it turned out angsty but anywwway 😋

#uhh early 20th century homophobia warnin #byler #byler au #byler fluff #byler angst #byler fic #byler fanfic #byler ficlet #mike wheeler #mike wheeler fanfiction #mike wheeler fic #will byers #will byers fanfiction #will byers fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #my ficlet🐶

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jule1122 · 1 year

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Malex Fic - I’ve been thinking too much

I barely made it, but I am on time for the February prompt for the 2023 Year of the OTP Event. The prompt I picked is “If I kiss you, will you shut up.” This is a future fic where Alex gets a little in his head and lets his insecurities run away with him. Michael is an amazing husband and that’s about it. Mention of canon child abuse.

I borrowed the title from “Ride” by twenty one pilots

I’ve been thinking too much on AO3

“Do you think we should make coffee?” Michael asks as he steps out of the bedroom.

He expects to find Alex in the kitchen where he left him finishing his own coffee. But instead Alex is in the living room dusting the mantle - the same mantle they dusted last night and again this morning. Michael watches as Alex rearranges the pictures and knick knacks they keep on the mantle, moves them back to their original positions before moving them again.

“What are you doing?” he finally asks.

Alex turns around, startled like he hadn’t realized Michael was there. “Hey, I was just straightening up.”

“I think we got this covered.” Michael takes the spray and cloth from Alex and returns them to the cabinet under the sink. “So coffee,” he asks again only to realize Alex hasn’t followed him.

Michael goes back into the living room and finds Alex has abandoned the mantle. Now he is lining up the edges of the blanket they keep on the back of the arm chair. “Alex,” Michael says, exasperated.

“We should go over a few things before they get here,” Alex tells him, still fussing with the blanket. “If they ask about my work, Deep Sky is a data security firm.”

“Right, don’t mention anything about probing the mysteries of the universe,” Michael rolls his eyes.

Alex makes a face, “That makes me sound like a conspiracy theorist.”

“Well, you do believe in aliens.”

“Michael,” Alex’s eyes widen, and he crushes the blanket in his hands. “You got rid of everything”

“Alien,” Michael cuts him off. “Yeah, I took it all to the bunker a few weeks ago. Relax, there is no glowing glass to be found or schematics for alien fruit fueled vehicles left here.”

“You’re sure?” Alex releases his death grip on the blanket when Michael nods. “Ok, with my family, my father’s deceased - we can leave it at that. My mother left when I was young, but we’ve been . . .”

“Reconnecting?” Michael fills in when Alex’s voice trails off. Alex looks uncomfortable with Michael's choice of words, but shrugs his agreement. Even with Greg’s encouragement, it’s been hard for Alex to let her back into his life so they are taking it slow.

“If they bring up my brothers, we should try to only talk about Greg, how he’s a teacher - good with kids, a positive role model. If they push we can tell them I lost touch with Clay when he joined the military, and Flint”

“Flint is an asshole,” Michael can’t help jumping in.

“Michael,” Alex objects, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What? Everyone knows Flint is an asshole. Besides, they aren’t going to ask about him. We’ve already done the interviews about our families and background. And they talked to our friends and family so they definitely know Flint’s an asshole even if they didn’t actually speak with him.”

“We can’t be sure they won’t ask, we need to be on the same page.”

“We are,” Michael reassures him. “We’ve always been on the same page. That’s why we’re here. This is the last step. The interviews are done, we finished the classes and the mandatory counseling. Hell, we’re still going to counseling even though we don’t have to. This is just a home visit.”

“Just a home visit,” Alex repeats. “Nothing is that easy.”

“This will be,” Michael takes Alex’s hands and squeezes them. “If they didn’t think we’d make good foster parents, we never would have made it this far. Now they just want to make sure we have running water, and bedrooms with walls and there’s no sex dungeon in the basement.”

“Sex dungeon, really,” Alex snorts. He pulls his hands back and runs them through his hair. “Just be sure to change the subject if they bring up my father.”

“Look your father is definitely not in my top ten favorite topics of conversation,” Michael tries and fails to get Alex to smile. “But I don’t think they are going to ask about him. And if they do, just answer them. It’s not a big deal.” “Talking about my father -about my whole family - is a big deal, Michael. How would it look if I told them the truth? That my mother left because she couldn’t stand another minute with my father, but she left us behind. She left me with a man who beat me for years for not being tough enough, not being straight enough or cruel enough. That when he caught me with a boy,” Alex’s voice shakes, and he takes a breath before continuing, “a boy I loved, I thought he was going to kill me, but instead the boy, you Michael, stepped in and he hurt you instead. He attacked you with a fucking hammer and left you damaged for life.”

“Alex, don’t,” Michael shakes his head, wishing he hadn’t pushed.

“But that’s not all of it. Should I tell them how the family business is genocide? How when I tried to stop my father, he kidnapped me and meant to kill me. But then my brother kidnapped me from him to use me as leverage to get a weapon of mass destruction built and he probably would have killed me too if he had the chance. Which is another family tradition since my grandfather killed his brother and buried him in the backyard. Is that the family history I should share?”

Hearing it all at once like that, it’s so much worse than Michael remembers. With Jesse dead, it’s been too easy to forget the damage Alex’s family did to him. It makes Michael want to cancel their appointment and take Alex to bed and hold him and kiss him and call him ‘Alex Guerin” again and again until he remembers that he’s safe and loved and that there is no part of him that is a Manes.

He steps closer to Alex, rubs his shoulders and waits until Alex meets his eyes to speak. “I would recommend leaving out the genocide, kidnapping and murder,” Michael smiles when Alex huffs out a breath that is almost a laugh. “But the rest of it, what your father did to you, how your mother leaving hurt you, you don't have to lie about that. You’re the one who told me I had to stop running from my past, maybe you need to do the same thing. You don’t have to be ashamed of surviving that.”

Alex shakes his head. “I’m trying to protect us, Michael. I have to make sure”

Michael can tell Alex is starting to get worked up again so he interrupts. “If I kiss you, will you shut up? Just for a minute?”

Alex doesn’t say anything, just holds still so Michael leans toward him. This kiss is soft and gentle, Michael doesn’t push for more, just keeps kissing Alex until he sighs against his mouth. Michael smiles when he pulls back. He slides his hands down Alex’s arms and guides him to the couch.

“Ok,” he says after they both sit down. “Do you want to tell me what this is really about?”

Alex doesn’t answer right away, but Michael just holds his gaze and waits. “Do you know the statistics on domestic violence and child abuse among veterans versus the civilian population?” Alex finally asks. “Because I do. And I bet the social workers do too.”

“You're not a statistic. You are kind and gentle and smart and funny and patient and anyone who spends more than five minutes with you can see that.”

Alex smiles and picks up one of Michael’s hands, kissing it softly before putting it back down. “You’re my husband, you love me, of course you are going to think that.”

“Alex, come on,” Michael protests.

“No, we have to look at it from an outsider's perspective. I am a disabled veteran with documented PTSD who comes with a family history of abuse. What if they decide I’m not a good bet? Having a family is your dream. I can’t be the reason you lose that dream,” Alex looks away and adds almost too softly for Michael to hear, “again.”

“Don’t,” Michael snaps to get Alex’s attention. “You know my staying here wasn’t just about what happened with my hand, and even if it had been, it wasn’t your fault. You know that,” he repeats because they aren’t going there again. “So guess what you’ll be talking about in counseling next week?”

“Fine,” Alex rolls his eyes. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I could be the reason you don’t get the family you want.”

“Alex, you have to know by now the only family I want is with you.” When Alex looks away, Michael gently turns his face back toward him. “No, hey, listen to me. Since I was seventeen, when I imagined a family, kids, the person, the only person, I ever imagined standing next to me was you.”

“I don’t want to ruin that for you,” Alex admits quietly, resting his forehead on Michael’s shoulder.

“You won’t, you can’t,” Michael reassures him. He strokes Alex’s hair and turns so he can awkwardly place a kiss on Alex’s cheek. “I know we’ve put a lot of time into this, but if for some reason at the end, they tell us no, we’ll try again. Or will try a different way. Somewhere out there, there are kids that need us, and we’ll find them, one way or another. I believe that.”

“Ok,” Alex lifts his head and kisses Michael softly. “I love you. I just want you to have the life you deserve.”

“I love you too. And we already have an amazing life. There’s nothing missing, Alex. I want kids with you, to add to what we have, but you, our life, just as it is now, it’s more than enough.”

Alex smiles and blinks back a few tears. “So you said something about coffee.”

“Yeah,” Michael laughs, happy to take the opportunity to regroup. They walk to the kitchen together and are never out of reach of each other while they brew the coffee or set out the cups. They don’t talk, they don’t need to, the silence is peaceful and grounding. Just as they are finishing up, the doorbell rings.

Michael feels Alex start to tense so he takes his hand. “Ready?”

Alex squeezes his hand and takes a deep breath, “Yeah, I am. We are.”

#malex fic #rnm fic #my fic #yotp 2023 #future fic #emotional hurt/comfort #husbands being in love

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seven-stars-in-his-palm · 6 months

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august help rat and i are going absolutely feral over running minds au . i didnt even know anything abt fnaf before this but i have been CONVERTED homestly . i need to ficify it so bad . God . oh right thats why im here i was wondering if you have like any writing tips ?? because i have Zero Clue what im doing and you are By Far the best writer out of everyone i know Shoves microphone in your face whats your advice to someone who has like never written ever . actually i have an unrelated actually pretty decent quarter-ish of a fanfic sitting in my notes app but i barely remember how i Did That so it doesn't count i dont remember what wizardry i performed to materialize all those Words

OKAY OKAY OKAY ive figured it alllll out. its honestly not much but it's My process. LETS A GO

august's shitass guide to all things fanfiction and planning (which is near nonexistant!) 🔥

i will be using my current nano project for this because honestly this is the epitamy of writing i have right now and i love talkin about it. sooooo GOOOO

1: Bare Basics

the tagline. the who when what where why. why are u writing this fanfic. for me its the Talking: i want my angel and demon to talk about Feelings, so im gonna make them talk about FEELINGS. this is personal fulfillment. it might take a while to get there, but i want them to TALK. for you, i suppose would be for ford and michael to meet and go on whimscal adventures. basics!

2: How To Get There

so how are we making aziraphale and crowley talk. how are we getting ford and michael afton smushed together in the multiverse. you, of course, have told me how that works. now is it important enought to flesh that out before the rest or just needs to be explained in a quick flashback? your pick, but since my topic is so vague, i definitely need context before it. that, my friend, is up to you. nothing much more to it. if u dont know how to start a fic, just explain how we got to what's intriguing about it (the crossover :))

3: Notes.

now is where the process BEGINS. what happens in the story. i usually start with miscellanous bullet points--everything i want to happen, no matter the order it'll happen, in a little page. here's a picture of one of my pages ib my notebook, with things i want to happen in my titanic fic (handwriting reveal?!??!) (TEA, IF UR READING THIS SOMEHOW, DONT LOOK AT THE IMAGES🫵🫵🫵) (SORY FOR HURRIED SCRIBLES, I WAS TRYNA REMEMBER IT ALL)

there's literally no order. just stuff that need to be there, there. even if its as simple as the au coming to fruition, or even just one conversation, PUT IT THERE. its all the appeal. what you're doing this for. dontforget....

4: Outlines

now, before i tell you how to do this, there really isn't a way. here's a picture of my timeline for the fic mentioned earlier (not the titanic fic) (TEA AND OTHER READERS OF THE SERIES, ALSO DO NOT LOOK TYYYY ❤️❤️)

see? complicated as fuck. it doesnt have to be that way tho, obviously: each chapter or one shot could be as simple as "michael is fucking ZAPPED, and meets ford" it just has to be something to work with. (i, on the other hand, need extensive help. so. there's the thing above. theres eve more its just online)

there really isn't too much other than that in the planning department. understand why you're doing it, know how to get there, and PLAN. detail it out. idk if this is an adequet explanation actually. if u need more specifics i can try again, but is what i got. do what works for you, work at ur pace, and such like. it doesnt have to be at this level, or even close. have fucking fun, dude. if u need morehelp, pls ask, or even consult blogs that help out specifcally for that stuff. GOOD LUCK!!!!! <3

#oh i hope its okay. pleaseeeeee #hath are perceived #the guys (with a z!)#be heard

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idontknowmyownmind · 2 years

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New idea from a fanfic I just read. In short, it's about Mammon told Lucifer that he is no different than Michael and he hate him.

This idea have connections with my other HC about how Michael and Mammon relationship is complicated and honest-toxic. But this is slightly different.

When Mammon fall following Lucifer, he thought that he will finally able to experience a honest (and pure) relationship. In Celestia, even though he following Lucifer around, he doesn't has much chances to actually fully experience the type of love Lucifer gave him. Because in the end of the day, he will always goes back to Michael and he is his just like how Michael is Mammon's.

But the reality is not like what he expected. He is more expressive and look and act like the Mammon we came to know, but undernate that he hides a lot of things.

'I hate you Lucifer. You're a liar. You broke your promises to me. I thought you were different from him, but you worse'

(Here, Mammon reference to how even though Michael is a bad person he never lie to Mammon. He didn't lie but also not telling the truth. His words are twisted and Mammon is the only one who manage to see the true meaning of them. Their relationship might be toxic, but there is no lie between them and promises are something that they will keep.)

Mammon values honesty more than anything. You can lie to him, but there must be a reason. He also see promises as oaths. He know that not all promises are meant to be keep, but there are view promises that he will not tolerate if they were broken (especially by someone he come to trust).

There is no need for time or anything for Lucifer to not immediately understand who Mammom referenced. This, of course make him angry. Because in his eyes, Mammon is a precious baby brother and he loves him dearly. In his eyes, he help saved Mammon out from Michael's clutch.

But the irony is, he knows how Mammon view honesty and promises but he is so used with the demon!Mammon he forgot how Mammon's core since he first created. A mistake Michael will never made.

After the argument, their relationship become more distant and tense. The other started to notice not long after. They try to ask but never got an answer. They might be often tease or said something mocking to the two oldest, but they have no clue on what to do or say when the problem happens between the two.

One day, Mammon request Diavolo if it's possible to meet Michael. The demon prince is bewildered because as far as he know, the relationship between those two in something in a positive light. Mammon told him to not let anyone beside them, and Barbatos, know about his request. Little did Diavolo and Barbatos know how Mammon value honesty so they keep their mouth shut even though they feel uneasy, especially with the tension between him and Lucifer as of late.

Since Diavolo need a reason to have the archangel to come to the devildoom, he plan to make a party for the successful exchange program.

(I forgot to mention that despite Mammon act the same, he never fond of humans. So in this AU, Mammon is not that close with MC.)

The first time they meet after the fall is only when the two of them alone in a bare field with a single giant oak tree in the middle of it. Some things are said and it end with Mammon pinned Michael on the ground while he sit on his stomach. He tightly grap Michael colar and bow down until his forehead rest on Michael's chest.

He doesn't even realize that he is crying. Michael has an indiferent face and cold eyes. He said some manipulative truth and fact (and insults) to Mammom along the lines, 'I told you. You should listen to me little brother. Look where you are now. Lose in a labyrinth of uncertainity without me to guide you out. You don't have me here, you don't have someone to talk with you and actually understand.'

'It's okay. You're just a dumb little boy of mine. You always make mistakes in your every choices and I always be the one to take care of it for you. My foolish little brother, why you have to be such a burden to everyone around you. But it's okay, your big brother is here. I'll take care of you'

Truth to be told, at the end of the day they will always come back to each other.

(So Mammon is just realizing, after he meet Michael and 'talk' with him after a long time, that he came to actually care and love his brothers)

So when Mammon decided to follow Lucifer to hell, he's been dancing on the topic with Michael. Of course Michael said some harsh truth and future that might be happens but Mammon willing to try and whether he will regret it or not, he let his future self to decide.

So, imagine at the party when the demon brothers (-Mammon) come together with MC. The angels exchange student come with the side character (Purgotary Hall residents, Mephy and Thirteen). Diavolo and Barbatos.

Everyone is there expect Mammon and Michael. They are late.

(Another facts about this AU. Simeon see Mammon as his little brother since the beginning. Raphael was made from a same star as Mammon and he see Mammon as brother. They aware of how Mammon relationship with Michael and honestly want Mammon to have something better but they also understand that no one can replace Michael in Mammon's life and that they can't separate them to the point of impossible to mend again because they are each other.)

Everyone attention is drawn to the enterace door where the two awaited guest arrived. Michael with his elegant and regal outfit walk in with head held high and cofident smile. Followed by Mammon who walk a step behind him. The usual cheerful and friendly aura is replaced with cold indeferent. His face devoid with emotions.

They way they walk together look powerful. The demon brothers (minus Satan), Raphael and Simeon have their vision overlap with a familiar yet distant picture of the past. Barbatos who has met Michael with younger Mammon way before the fall can't deny that those two are look powerful beside each other.

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me headcanons #mammon headcanon #headcanons #angst #obey me michael #obey me lucifer #demon brothers #angels

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charrtastrophe · 26 days

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Started playing fe: engage and honestly I am just not feeling it so far. Ive finished 6 chapters so far and. Its okay. It still hasn't captured me much at all. I wanna give it an honest chance and finish it but so far I don't care about it and I'm disappointed BC I've heard a lot of good things about it. Its kind of just a meh 5/10 so far.

More thoughts/criticisms under cut

There's a lot of things that happen that are just... Nothing?? You're telling me "bonding" with Marth is literally 2 lines? After he spend 1000 years watching over alear it's gonna be 2 lines of dialogue getting to a c bond??? We don't get to hear much of his thoughts or any funny little thing that happened while alear was asleep it's just "I like that we can talk". Okay

And like the "wake up" scene I saw was just like nothing too?? Etie like came in the room and said she was doing some sort of routine (the screen was blank and u couldn't see anything at all) and then she just goes "oh you're awake" and acts awkward for a second and that's pretty much it 😭😭 what?? it's not even like a fun bonding getting to know this character it was LITERALLY nothing. Your telling me there's a lot more of these things? For sleeping, which seems so do nothing but pass time in the hub world? 😭

And there's just some weird shit that happens too

Why did this 11 year old child's parents just let him come with some random royals into a war without like any fuss. The mom was so ready to just be like bye and the dad was like "??? Ok I guess" ?? Who even is this kid ??? (Jean)

And the like c bond cutscene with framme (whom I assume is like 13? 14?) was weird she was just being like a cheerleader/fangirl to alear swinging a sword and it wasn't cute or funny like it was trying to be it was just uncomfortable and strange. Weird ass anime shit

I don't really care about any of the characters very much so far. I do kinda like yunaka so far and I kinda like Louis but it's also kinda just his voice actor (J Michael Tatum mind you. Iykyk) Everyone just seems so cookie cutter "we love the divine dragon" and it's just like. Ok. Do u have any other personality??? I really hope the characters improve BC so far theyre just designs w barely any personality

The break system added to the gameplay is good and I liked the map that was covered in dark. The actual combat gameplay is the best part of the game and it goes by so fast.

This game so far is just so nothing I wasnt even expecting anything life changing after three houses and am currently disappointed

#squamsongs #fe engage

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infiniteorangethethird · 10 months

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okay so since like at least two people seemed interested, here's a snippet from the very beginning of my paracosm I wrote instead of going to sleep like a normal person (if any part of it sounds weird. it's because I should be sleeping instead of writing)

“So, I didn’t catch your name.”

Lucy glanced over her shoulder at her new friend. Well, maybe “friend” was a bit of an overstatement, considering they have only known each other for about fifteen minutes thus far.

She kept staring, unblinking, and her new companion shrugged. “Alright. Fine. You don’t trust me, that’s to be expected, I guess. Though I thought if we are stuck together anyway, we might- nevermind.” She shook her head, and thrust herself into the nearest bush, disappearing from Lucy’s sight.

She was right. Lucy did not trust her. She knew literally nothing about her, and her appearance said little about her character. The only thing Lucy could deduce was that she probably liked purple, her pastel clothes contrasting nicely with her golden-brown skin and dark ponytail. She was a thicker build, her catlike movements clearly implying a history of heavy training or years of workout at the very least.

She also had two black-feathered wings. And a tufted tail. And magic too, probably, if those last fifteen minutes were anything to go by.

All in all, a fair amount of information, but nothing to determine her attitude.

“You could at least wait for me,” Lucy muttered, before jumping into the bush herself. It only took her multiple broken branches, several bleeding cuts, and a vast array of curses to arrive on the other side, where her new companion was watching her antics with amusement.

“I’m Lucy,” she said, trying to hide her embarrassment. “And I didn’t catch your name either.”

“Rowena. And you really could’ve just gone around, it’s not like we’re in a hurry anywhere.”

Oh shut up, you prick. “Where is ‘here’, anyway?” Lucy gestured vaguely at the forest around them, the canopy just light enough to let the sunshine all the way to the ground.

Rowena shrugged, and continued her wandering. “I have no idea. I thought your boyfriend might’ve told you before I encountered the two of you.”

“Well, first of all, Leo is not my boyfriend,” Lucy corrected, annoyed. “And second of all, it’s you who’s supposed to tell me how we managed to end up in a summer forest when just a moment ago we were deep in a cave in the middle of winter, considering you’re the witch, not me.”

Rowena stopped so suddenly Lucy barely avoided crashing into her.

“I’m not a witch.” She spat the last word like it was the worst insult in the world. “A witch is a human who plays around with plants and pretends it’s magic. I’m a willar. I’m not human, and I do actual magic.”

“Sure. Whatever.” Lucy forced herself not to stare at Rowena’s wings. “That still doesn’t answer the question of where the hell we are.”

“Like I said, I don’t know. And unless you’re lying for whatever reason, I think we can safely conclude we’re pretty much lost.”

“What about your boyfriend, then?”

Rowena’s deer-in-the-headlights stare confirmed for Lucy that she was on the right track.

“You know, the guy you claimed to have followed into the cave where you found us?” she continued nonchalantly, ignoring Rowena’s clear discomfort. “What was his name? Miguel?”

“Uh, Michael,” Rowena replied, as if she herself wasn’t sure of it either. “And he’s not my boyfriend.”

Lucy nodded. “Obviously. That’s why you followed him into a dark cave with no idea what was going to happen. Are you perhaps a stalker, then?”

“Look, it’s nothing like that, okay?” Rowena folded her arms defensively. “We have some uh, unfinished business we needed to talk about, but he disappeared a while ago and this was my only chance at catching up to him. We know each other, but we’re not, like, dating or anything.”

Lucy raised an eyebrow. She didn’t know what to find more amusing, Rowena’s clear inability to lie, or the fact that not even she seemed to be convinced by her own words.

“But sticking to the point.” Rowena shook her head lightly. “Even if he did know something, he didn’t tell me. So, we’re pretty much left guessing where your not-boyfriend sent us, and how.”

“Okay, now you’re being annoying on purpose.” Lucy had to hurry if she wanted to keep up with Rowena’s quick strides. “How about this: we refer to both of them by their name, and nobody gets butthurt over weird assumptions. Seems fair?”

“Why does this bother you so much, anyway? What, you’re afraid I’m gonna overhear you talk about Leo in your sleep? ‘Oh Leo, you’re such a handsome guy, I would sell my soul and left kidney just to kiss you once!’ Smooch smooch!” She mimicked kissing the air.

“Oh fuck you,” Lucy growled.

“Fuck me yourself, coward.”

Lucy opened her mouth for a retort but nothing came out. Rowena flashed a nauseatingly sweet smile, then once again disappeared among the leaves of an overgrown bush.

This was going to be a fun adventure.

(next part)

#paraportal #the orange dimension #my writing #i would die for these two #didn't realize how much fun their early dynamic would be #until i wrote this #dw they WILL have lesbian sex it'll just take them a couple years to get there

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jamiekb · 3 months

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Listening to TMA for the first time (Part VII)

Part I II III IV V VI

81-100

#81 A Guest for Mr. Spider: Ok, that was an interesting way to begin the season for sure. I do like the narrative that John has always been surrounded by these Entities, just out of reach until one day he won't be. Barely managing to get away time after time until he fulfills his purpose I guess? Anyway, good to know that Leitner books can take anyone away as long as they are able to read, no age requirement necessary. And I'm sorry John but I didn't doubt for a second that you were an annoying child

#82 The Eyewitnesses: Damn no wonder she doesnt go around sharing the origin of her nickname. It's so interesting to get to see more of Elias, up until now he's been just kinda doing his own thing, not really helping anyone too much. He can arrange for the CO2 cans but not security cameras, just decides to give John the key to the tunnels, only intervenes with the others when tension is too high. Is he like a manifestation of the Eye? He can tell your life story from a glance or at least when youve encountered the supernatural, knows everything about the Institute and its employees, and I'm sure will have something to do with John coming back to the archives. Weird guy. Also maybe he was the one to turn on the recorder? Or is it just sentient?

#83 Drawing a Blank: Ah ok so if I understand them the Stranger is anything that isnt quite human, just a bit off, just a bit uncanny. But is it enough that they are uncanny or do they need to take the place of someone? Or are those two different things/beings? Also may I just mention how nice of Georgie to let John stay at her house, and how gratefull they should be that John never takes about his other connections? friends??

#84 Possesive: Oh really can't trust Elias even a little bit anymore can we? Poor Martin with no way of knowing what he might do to anyone can't even warn Melanie properly. Hope we get to hear when Tim finds out and they should also really read her in on what they've gathered so far. I like her and wanted to see more of her, but not like this. Although I have to saw I'm not actually surprised, it felt like it was building up to it, maybe cause she was in the Institute so much it claimed her? Oh and what is that "to whoever is listening"? If they're just records then it's not completely unusual that who reads them switches, why the need to point it out? narrative reasons maybe but feels a bit obvious.

#85 Upon the Stairs: I think all of the possibly perspectives to look at the statements John has recieved are valid. Michael is dangerous. Many were once people but can't go back in a sense. And I'm sure they are sent by someone in the Archives, like Elias maybe? Love that John can interact like "normal" people with someone, can make a joke about a guy your friend is gonna date.

#86 Tucked In: I find it quite funny that both Martin and Tim are not confortable making statements for whatever reason, maybe because it's something only The Archivist does or just the general situation. This does go with my headcannon that John can give it that extra emphasis and feeling because he's the Head Archivist, kinda like Elias in a way. Although Melanie was quite good, love how she's still hesitant to believe the whole thing. And nice of her to agree to meet John, and of course he's paranoid enough to record just out in the world.

#87 The Uncanny Valley: wow, that was a dense episode. So this poor man encountered the operation by which these things wear human faces (like the mannequin at the store, the humans stuffed with saw dust, maybe even changelings), which is run by I Do Not Know You. They want to carry out the Unknowing, in collaboration with the Lightless Flame. Those are th ones seen with Agnes who could burn things and maybe the delivery guys??? The woman that had accompanied Agnes more closely is Jude Perry. Still a ton of questions: is the Devastion and the Unkowing the same? Have we encountered Jude Perry in a statement before? Who is Orsinov and is he related to the circus? Why is the circus now stalking John? And can someone please give Georgie and explanation and a medal for being such a good friend.

#88 Dig: Damn so it's the same calliope, how did they get a hold of it? Was it Elias? Did the Eye just kinda facilitated it to the circus? Also love how unsettled they all seem when they finish reading statements, nvm just John, the institute just kinda gives them the ability to really tell it how it is. I'm guessing Melanie was asking around because she's helping John. Weird that they don't remember the statement about the calliope, maybe they really just do some research but don't really read the statements.

#89 Twice as Bright: that was so cool!!! finally an insight into the Lightless Flame, kind how that lot feels, a bit of how the Eye also works. Also interesting how Perry says that it will consume you if you don't feed it. So maybe Gertrude investigating into things fed it and she was only killed because Elias deemed it so. So maybe John having like something to investigate is making him more stable??? And nice to know that John has an actual ability, weird as it may be. But also is there gonna be anything left of him by the end??? Scars from worms, burnt hand, what's next?

#90 Body Builder: I'm still wondering (maybe I'm slow on picking it up) is the tape just pressing itself whenever someone enters the room???

#91 The Coming Storm: web imagery but that's not the main thing obviously. Good to see John finally starting to learn what he can do, but still not enough John. So Daisy just goes around trying to kill the manifestation of entities? And hoefully that's not the last of Mike we see, it was nice to see how he operates. And would that work? Sure John is the Archivist but Elias is still part of the Institute, the Eye, who could triumph over the other? Or maybe just a stillmate? omg only when i listened to the next did I really understand that John was strangled, he's really just gonna be scars by the end of this.

#92 Nothing besides remains: well thanks Elias I guess for explaining most of those things. So Daisy will remain basically hired muscle for when Elias wants to, Basira is now tied to the Institute, indeed Elias has near unlimited power for aything pertaining the Eye but needs things to naturally develope so it doesn't interfere (or something??? so that it goes with the nature of the Eye i guess), John is back to work and will continue to slowly investigate more on this Unknowing ritual to stop the world from ending basically. What a good buildup to all of this it was, still hoping we'll see more of Michael, sure Elias doesn't like him but more because its a loose canon.

#93 Contaminant: well don't just leave it at that Georgie, give John a statement. Was she one of its victims?? Also I really hope that John manages to keep a nice normal friend outside the Archives, though I'm not hopeful. At least I hope nothing happens to the Admiral.

#94 Dead Woman Walking: I knew I would eat my words about Georgie being normal as soon as the last episode ended but still, damn. Well at least she's still alive and can maybe understand John so there's that. And yes John they have already told you that it still takes some effort, both Mike and Elias said that i believe, at least Elias, you're the Archivist now learn to listen and process.

#95 Absent Without Leave: Poor Martin, can't even have a breakdown in peace, but yeah it sounds like Basira that she would just stroll along, that's been her life since she's been sanctioned anyway.

#96 Return to Sender: Good to know that John still has a ways to go before he really gets how to compel. So he still needs to learn what to ask, how to ask and that his questions can give them as many answers as he gets. So now the Mimic thing knows that the Skin is loose somewhere or at least that the Archivist doesn't know where it is.

#97 We All Ignore the Pit: not a big surprise, but nice to know that the things that are mimics are the same at the circus. Weird to want that skin but okay to each their own. I just hope Orsinov didn't use Georgie's or the Adminal's voice box. Again John really is the punching bag of the entities

#98 Lights Out: oh Melanie, please be careful, i really like you. Hope John can come back soon so that poor Martin can stop reading statements, it kinda takes even more out of him than it usually does John. Good to know the Eye just kinda records whenever it can and wnats to. I understand how frustrating it must be Tim but it still recorded a conversation, get used to it.

#99 Dust to Dust: I think I'm starting to understand the running joke of "you look away for a second and John has been kidnapped again". Well that doesn't sound good for him, wonder if anyone will notice him or what they'll do to him. Give him a break you things, hes basically new to the whole thing, even Perry said it took her a while to understand.

#100 I Guess You Had To Be There: so you can really tell when John doesn't show up at work I guess. So which Lukas is that? Is that the fincé? Or the one at sea? Or maybe they're the same, I'll be honest I have difficulty retaining the names. Even if they were all over the place the stories do bear resemblance to known entities: Agnes, the thing about the tunnels and the spider thing.

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