#not too long after alan cut his hair

[mytokyodebunker]

Asking The Ghouls To Do Your Hair

Frostheim

Jin Kamurai

Jin… Doesn't know. Probably hands it off to Tohma- I'm just joking…UNLESS-. He's actually pretty caring of others so he might learn one or two different braids but that's it. He seems like he's probably good at putting your hair in a clip or a bun but nothing else.

Tohma Ishibashi

Tohma…..He would be good at it probably. If not, then surprise!!! He is now. He's used to taking care of Jin anyways, adding hairstyles or braiding to that list wouldn't be that bad.

Kaito Fuji

Kaito would absolutely love to do it but he would probably be bad at it. He's SCREAMING at the fact that he's touching your hair with your permission, extremely happy the entire time. Might be confused during the process but he's not complaining at all.

Lucas 'Luca' Errant

He doesn’t know but won't give up until he knows every hairstyle humanly possible. Every time he asks you with earnest eyes to let him practice again, and every hairstyle is more elaborate than the last. The process is always long and painful on your scalp, but the end result never disappoints!

Vagastrom

Alan Mido

Our young grandpa himbo. We all know he wouldn't know how and he would rather not accidentally hurt you in any way, even if you flinch at the slightest tug, he'll stop immediately.

Leo Kurosagi

Leo knows different hair styles, but doesn't know how to execute it. He knows what's trending and what looks good on a person. Little bastard wouldn't give the advice until you mess up though.

Shohei 'Sho' Haizono

He wouldn't know until he get comfortable with your hair and he'll pick up on it after awhile. The type to learn quickly. Alternatively, he does Leo's hair when Leo makes him do it, and he always does a good job. Very gentle.

He also strikes me as Leo's unwilling makeup artist and lighting/photoshoot assistant so you know that he has some sort of experience.

Jabberwock

Haru Sagara

He's the best person to ask if you want someone to brush your hair nicely (and quickly), since he's the one who grooms all the animals at Jabberwock. Can't do much else to your hair - maybe add a bow? Would still somehow injure himself in the process though.

Towa Otonashi

Surprisingly good at hair. Would probably also put flowers in it too while he's doing it. Sunny sunny day the entire time....may or may not eat the flowers while it's in your hair. He knows One (1) style and proceeds to make everyone he can get his hands on look like a fairy princess. There's no choice.

Ren Shiranami

Doesn't know. Doesn't WANT to know. Frankly, he is offended you asked him. He hasn't touched a comb in ages, his hair is short enough and it'll get messed up again anyway.

If anything, you would be combing his hair. But be warned, he will loudly complain whenever you get the comb caught on a tangle.

Sinostra

Taiga Hoshibami

Taiga….Nope. He will pull and tug on your hair. Forget anything about braiding or any hair styles, he'll fuck up your hair worse than you ever could. Taiga would rip your hair out or else cut the tangles out with scissors if you ever asked.

Romeo Lucci

He had strong opinions about your hair (and the rest of your look) from the start, so if you let him he'll give you a full makeover.

he'll know what your face shape needs and wash & style your hair nicely, then complain that your skin is crap and give you a facial and apply your makeup, then put you in a better outfit so that your shitty clothes don't ruin his hard work. Then make you work the casino floor because his services don't come for free and no he won't pay you. Do you have any idea how much the perfume you're wearing costs?

Ritsu Shinjo

Doesn't know. Could learn. Will he though? Probably not, it's nothing he needs to be a lawyer. If you insist, then he proceeds to over-gel your hair while you die inside. Later, he'll genuinely ask why you haven't asked him a second time.

Hotarubi

Subaru Kagami

Subaru would say he doesn’t know anything about hair but if you insist then maybe he'll just brush it out for you, but secretly he probably knows all of the theatre hairstyles for kabuki. He prefers leaving your hair loose though.

Haku Kusanagi

He can, and is ridiculously smooth at it too. No head pain, can tell if you've got a sensitive scalp, knows all of the staple styles - ponytail, bun, braid. It's strangely therapeutic to get your hair done by him, like spending time with a big sibling.

Zenji Kotodama

Zenji would make some rendition of maiko and geisha hairstyles but with his own spin on it, but it will take hours and your scalp will be screaming at you and he won't shut up all through the process. He would spout off poetry while at it. Might sing too. If you don't like his voice, too bad he's doing it every time he does your hair if he gets the chance.

Mortkranken

Yuri Isami

He insists that he, a genius doctor, is adept at everything that requires dexterity, but he refuses to spend his incredibly precious time braiding your hair. Suggest he's not actually that good, and he'll change tune. He'll sit you down and plait your hair with perfect surgical precision (ha), then demand endless praise and fawning.

Jiro Kirisaki

Doesn’t know. Probably hasn't used a comb before. He could learn, but that's so much effort. Thinks it'd be easier for both of you if you just cut it all off.

Obscuary

Rui Mizuki

Rui won't touch your hair, because he's worried about his curse, but he'd notice right away when you change your hair. He'll happily compliment it, and might suggest hairstyles he'd love to see you wear in the future.

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker headcanons #TDB #TDB headcanons #Kaito fuji #rui mizuki #jiro kirisaki #yuri isami #jin kamurai #tohma ishibashi #lucas errant #romeo lucci #leo kurosagi #shohei haizono #alan mido #haru sagara #towa otonashi #ren shiranami #taiga hoshibami #ritsu shinjo #Subaru kagami #haku kusanagi #zenji kotodama

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

New Faces in New Places

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: none really, just run of the mill teen wolf dangers lol

Genre: fluff I'd say

Summary: After a few signs from your familiar you're moving to a new town and you find out very quickly that it is anything but ordinary

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You cross-reference the address your mom gave you with the building you're currently parked in front of. It looks like the right place but man, moving to a new town is always a hassle.

"We finally made it Ellie. You almost burned down my old apartment to get me here but- we made it. You'll have to wait here though, okay? I know mom trusts this guy but I'm not too eager to bring you into a vet's office for no reason." You say to your bird before you get out of the car. You make sure to leave the windows down because heavens know how long you'll be here. You walk into the office, startled slightly by the sound of the bell over the door. A Black man walks out of the back room wearing a lab coat over his maroon colored button-down. He's bald and has neatly trimmed facial hair.

"Hello. How can I help you?" He asks.

"Hi, Dr. Alan Deaton, I'm guessing?"

"Excuse me, do I know you?"

"Not me. But you do know my mother."

"And who is your mother?" He asks, an eyebrow quirking up at you. You wave a hand over your wrist, exposing your family crest marked into your skin, and show it to him.

"My goodness." He gasps stepping back. He swings open the door by the counter and gestures for you to follow him through the doorway he originally came through. "It's like seeing a ghost. I never thought I'd be seeing that crest again after your mother and I went our separate ways. Wait is she-"

"She's fine. Living her best life in Europe." You say, eyes shifting around the room to take it in as you lean against the metal exam table.

"That's good. What brings you here then?"

"Actually, my familiar. Kind of. She knocked over a candle that burned this spot on a map and when I did some digging, spoke to my mom and she told me it had to be here. Also that I'd find you at this place."

"I wasn't aware your mother still knew where I was but honestly leave it to her to keep track of her associates." He chuckles.

"Yeah, she told me if I was coming to Beacon Hills I had to find you first. So what do I need to know about your little town?" You ask.

"Oh well, we definitely get a lot of strange activity here. Beacon Hills has a nematon."

"Beacon Hills has a nematon?" That gets your attention. You had no idea.

"It was cut down many years ago so it's been dormant for quite some time until recently when a group of teenagers accidentally reactivated it."

"A group of teenagers reactivated a nematon?! What the hell kind of teenagers are running around here?" You blink at him.

"They weren't trying to. They were only trying to track down their parents and stop some human sacrifices."

"And they somehow reactivated a nematon? And they did that accidentally on their own?"

"I didn't know it would reactivate a chopped down tree but we also didn't have many other options at the time."

"So I take it you're quite involved with this group of teenagers?" You ask.

"Their ringleader works for me." He shrugs.

"Their ringleader works for you? So you're the adult to our resident Scooby gang." You laugh.

"What?"

"A Scooby gang is the term I use for a group of teenagers who have a knack for getting into shenanigans they have no business getting into." You shrug.

"Well, you know. Druids are advisors by nature."

"Sure- to supernaturals usually. Is this group of kids supernaturals?"

"Not all of them."

"Not all of them?! Are there a lot of supernatural kids around here?"

"Relatively?"

"What does that mean-?" You shake your head.

"Deaton! We need your help! It's Isaac- something's wrong he's not healing!" The frantic yelling along with loud movement from the front of the office turns your attention from Deaton to the doorway, your question forgotten as a man with dark hair comes barrelling in with a younger boy behind him carrying another. They all halt at the door when they see you standing there and you're smart enough to pivot so you're standing next to Deaton, out of the way assuming they intend to lay the half-conscious one on the table.

"Well don't just stand there bring him here. What happened?" Deaton asks. The man steps to the side boy carrying the other can lay him on the table.

"Wolfsbane." You say quietly, immediately picking up its signature with a magical scan of the boy.

"What?" Deaton's gaze snaps to you.

"It's Wolfsbane, we have to get it out of his system if you want him to heal himself. Do you know what kind? How it got in his system?"

"Does that matter?" The man asks staring at you from across the exam table.

"Kind of. All of that stuff affects potency and subsequently the best solution to-"

"Y/n." Deaton says gently.

"He's a bit old for your Scooby gang but I take it he's part of it?"

"I should've prefaced. They aren't all teenagers."

"Noted. But he is. And he's dying." Your gaze shoots down to the kid on the table again. "How do you want to go about this?" You ask crossing your arms.

"Can you tell me if it's yellow wolfsbane?" He asks.

"It's not." You say after a moment of your eyes flitting across the gash in his side.

"Good. So we can burn it out of him."

"You're going to induce a fever?" You ask and Deaton shakes his head.

"He's bleeding too much too fast. You'll have to burn it out."

"Me?" You blink at him.

"You know how to right?"

"Of course I do." You say.

"Well I don't keep a torch in the office so yes you'll have to do it." Deaton nods. You hardly notice the other two watching your conversation like it's a tennis match, both sets of eyes darting back and forth between you as you talk quickly with Deaton.

"Very well." You sigh rotating your neck and cracking your knuckles in preparation. You grasp the young boy's hand.

"What is she doing?" The man asks, almost growling as he shoots a glare.

"Saving Isaac's life. Back down Derek. You came here for help." Deaton says.

"Hi, Isaac. My name's y/n. I'm gonna do my best to make it quick but this is gonna be uncomfortable for a little while so- feel free to scream or break my hand." You say gently to the boy on the table, Isaac you presume, before closing your eyes. When they open again your irises are literal flames that shock the two people watching you carefully as their friend's life is in your hands. Isaac groans, his back arching off the table and his fingers squeezing around your hand with a strength that would probably crush it if he wasn't currently bleeding out on the table. It takes longer than you expect, seeking out and burning the wolfsbane coursing through his blood, but after a few minutes his blood starts to boil and you know there's no more of the deadly plant in his system. You close out your spell and wait for his grip to loosen before releasing his hand.

"I think you should wrap that gash. He's clear now but- there's no way of knowing when his healing will kick in." You tell Deaton. Deaton nods and grabs a gauze pad and medical tape.

"He'll be okay?" The other teenager looks at you and Deaton.

"Yeah he'll be fine." Deaton nods.

"What are you?" The teenager looks at you curiously.

"Who are you?" The man asks, his gaze is still skeptical but much less hostile, there's something in his eyes that you can't quite identify. Akin to awe but not quite.

"Scott, Derek, this is y/n. She's new in town. Y/n, this is Scott McCall and Derek Hale."

"Members of your Scooby gang." You say.

"Why do you keep saying that?" Derek asks.

"Before you walked in here Deaton was telling me about a particularly atypical group of teenagers that had a knack for getting into shenanigans."

"I'm not a teenager." Derek says.

"You haven't already met Stiles have you?" Scott asks. You turn to Deaton with a confused look on your face.

"Scott's best friend. Shenanigan might as well be his middle name. He's quite the erratic kid." Deaton explains.

"Ah- well, no. You, four are my intro to Beacon Hills." You say. Isaac groans as his eyes finally start to open. His half-lidded gaze turns to you and his brows furrow as he tries to identify the stranger in the room.

"You saved me." He mutters. "Are you an angel?" He asks suspiciously making you giggle at the question.

"No sweetie. In fact, some people would call me the opposite."

"Y/n don't freak him out." Deaton chuckles.

"No angel, just a witch. But welcome back. Whoever did this knicked you real good." You tell him with a soft smile and gentle squeeze of his arm.

"Well- thank you." Isaac says.

"A witch?" Scott blinks at you.

"Yep. I don't understand how this kid got wolfsbane poisoning. Are there hunters in Beacon Hills?" You frown at Deaton.

"Sometimes." Deaton says.

"One of them's an ally now though. He helps us a lot." Scott says.

"Hunters and werewolves working together. This is one interesting little town." You muse.

"You'll get used to it pretty quick." Deaton chuckles.

"Oh I'm sure. I'd hang around but Ellie will start to get antsy if she doesn't get out of her carrier soon so I have to find my house. I'll be in touch Deaton. I have a feeling this conversation is far from over." You say.

"You can call me when you get settled if you have any immediate questions. Or swing by later." Deaton says writing his number on the back of a card.

"You rest up Isaac at least a few hours before you do anything strenuous. And watch that gash, if it doesn't start healing within the hour come back to Deaton. And I assume you two will look after him. Nice to meet you all." You say to the trio of wolves before taking the card from Deaton and leaving the office. You don't notice the way Derek's eyes follow you but Deaton does, and he has to make a conscious effort to stifle his smile.

A week later and you're mostly settled into your new home. Ellie is also pretty well acquainted with her new space, which is great because she can be quite particular.

"Something interesting out there Ellie?" You ask when your bird perches by the window, staring outside as intently as a bird can. Her wings flutter fiercely for a moment and she attempts to pry open the window with her beak. You quickly stand from your couch and whistle at her, tapping your finger to guide her over.

"I take it we have to be somewhere? Now when I take you out there wait for me to get on my bike before you start rushing off to whatever danger you're chasing." You warn her as you put on your shoes. She coos at you with her head tilted slightly and you roll your eyes before leaving your apartment. Outside you barely manage to get the bike running before Ellie flies off down a street.

"Dammit Ellie." You huff, speeding after her on your bike, looking up every so often to check her flight path. She eventually perches on a perches on a light by a warehouse and you take off your helmet ready to curse her for being so frantic but the sound of voices inside grabs your attention.

"I told you not to rush off you silly bird." You hiss at her when she flies down to sit on your shoulder as you approach the door curiously. You can see two people standing to the side but ready to jump in along with three, no four, people circling each other and you can hear growling, which is cleared up when one of the faces is revealed to be Scott from Deaton's office. You've had a couple more conversations with Deaton since your first one and have since learned that Scott is the ringleader he'd mentioned that first day and that he's got a whole bunch of supernatural friends. You whistle loudly enough to get everyone's attention and six pairs of eyes snap to you. You recognize Isaac in the bunch too. The two other guys they were growling at don't match any of the descriptions Deaton's given you so, process of elimination tells you the other two people looking at you must be Stiles and Lydia.

"Whatever you think you saw, you didn't we were just teens doing- teen goof things." Stiles, you're pretty sure, frantically says.

"You know Stiles I'd have expected a better excuse from you." You say. "That is Stiles right?" You ask Scott. He and Isaac nod which causes Stiles to look frantically between the three of you.

"How do you know my name?! And you two know her? Why don't I know her? Who are you?" Stiles asks.

"I'm gonna ask that you hold all questions briefly." You tell Stiles before turning your attention to the two unidentified individuals who still look to be on guard. "You two, I'm guessing, do not belong here." You address them only to be met with a growl that you immediately counter with a command. "Ciúin." You say sharply and their aggression dwindles. "I suggest you both return to where you belong of your own free will while you can. This territory is not up for grabs." You say sternly, flashing your magic in warning. The boys glare at you as if they are planning to challenge your demand but neither seems willing to take the risk when they meet your warning gaze. After a stretch of silence, they let out another growl at Scott and Isaac before leaving.

"We totally could've taken them." Isaac huffs.

"What did you do?" Scott asks.

"Nothing really just- a scare tactic I learned some years ago." You shrug.

"Well thank you." He nods.

"Can I ask my questions now?" Stiles asks.

"Stiles, Lydia, this is y/n. She's new to Beacon Hills." Scott says to his friends.

"So how do you already know her?" Stiles asks.

"She knows Deaton. And, she saved Isaac's life." Scott says.

"Yeah." Isaac nods. "Hi again." He says to you with a shy smile.

"Hi, Isaac. You look much better than the last time I saw you." You return his smile with one of your own when he straightens up at your attention.

"So do you! I- I mean, now that I'm not like half-conscious or whatever." He says awkwardly shifting his gaze from you.

"Hey, how did you even know we'd be here?" Scott asks you.

"Ellie." You say lifting your shoulder slightly to show off the bird still perched there contently. "She flew right to you." You add, handing her a treat you conjured.

"That's a pigeon." Stiles says.

"She's my familiar." You correct him.

"You have a familiar?" Lydia asks.

"Correct." You nod.

"What does that mean? Is she not human?" Stiles asks Lydia.

"I'm a witch. Think druid but cooler." You wink at him. "Don't tell Deaton I said that." You add in a stage whisper that makes the others laugh.

"So is that how you knew my name?" Stiles asks.

"No. Deaton's just been giving me the 411 on everyone I need to know about so I made a guess based on the names and descriptions I have." You say.

"Scott we've gotta have a talk man. When you meet people who might be of significance like witches you're supposed to tell me!" Stiles says.

"I figured you'd meet her yourself soon enough." Scott shrugs.

"Before this continues- because I'm sure it will. What were those guys doing here anyway?" You ask interrupting the couple's quarrel that's about to start.

"They were- sending a message." Isaac says.

"A message? To whom?" You frown.

"Scott. Looks like word's gotten around that he's an alpha."

"It's a good thing you showed up when you did because I had a really bad feeling about them fighting." Lydia mutters.

"I guess Ellie's taken a liking to you all. She's the one who sensed there was trouble."

"Thank you Ellie." Scott says nodding at your bird.

"You all should get out of here and head home before any more trouble comes looking for you." You say.

"Will you be alright getting home?" Isaac asks you.

"I should be asking you all that." You chuckle.

"Stiles will drive us." Scott tells you.

"So?" Isaac prompts.

"I appreciate the concern hon but I am an adult, with enough magical power to level a city. I'll be fine on my bike." You laugh. "Now you guys get going." Everyone starts to move towards the door except Stiles, who starts to object when he sees his friends leaving.

"Hang on now just because you stopped a fight doesn't mean you can- woah woah hang on!" Stiles loses his train of thought as Scott drags him towards the warehouse entrance and you chuckle.

"Come on man don't be an ass." Scott mutters to his friend.

"I just want you to know I have more questions for you that I will be asking at a later date!" Stiles calls to you even as he's being removed.

"Deaton has my address! Have him give it to you and you can come by and ask as many questions as you want!" You shout after him.

"I will do exactly that!" He points just before the group exits and you laugh to yourself in the empty warehouse.

"You brought me across the country to protect this group of teenagers?" You ask Ellie. "I hope you know we'll have no more peace." You scoff at her before the two of you leave the warehouse yourselves.

A few hours later a knock on your door pulls you away from the movie you're watching. You place your mug of hot chocolate on the table before walking over to your front door and checking the spyhole to find Derek on your porch.

"Derek?! What are you doing here?" You ask with a frown. You haven't seen him since you met last week and quite frankly you weren't sure you would. He seemed rather apprehensive around you all in all.

"I- heard you helped the kids out of a jam earlier. I wanted to thank you." He says.

"Oh- no need. They probably could've sorted it out themselves honestly but Ellie really felt we had to step in."

"Ellie?"

"My bird, familiar."

"Familiar- that's right, you're a witch."

"I am indeed." You chuckle. "You- said you came here to thank me? I don't want you to feel like you have to do-"

"Oh I don't! Didn't. I'm not here out of obligation I wanted to come. It's not every day someone as pretty as you moves to Beacon Hills."

"Are you flirting with me Derek Hale?" You ask, surprised at his direct line.

"Depends on if it's working." He says.

"Are you here to ask me on a date or not Derek?" You ask. There's a moment of silence before he replies.

"Will you go on a date with me?" He asks.

"I would love to." You smile at him.

"I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you that all week." Derek breathes out.

"How cute. Do you have a phone?"

"Of course I do."

"Do you have it with you?" He hands you the device eagerly and you input your number for him. "You can call me when you've figured out the details." You say handing it back to him. "Okay?" You prompt when all he does is give you a goofy smile.

"Okay." He says still giving you a pleased look that makes you want to laugh at how cute he is. You jolt suddenly when your own phone rings on your coffee table.

"Oh shoot- one second." You say rushing to grab it. Unknown number. "Hello?" You answer walking back over to your front door where Derek has his phone pressed to his ear, looking at you cheekily as he speaks and his voice comes through your device.

"I'll pick you up at 7:30 on Friday?" He asks and you laugh before you give him an answer.

"Didn't realize you already had a plan."

"Oh, I've been planning all week. If you said yes I wanted to be ready."

"Then I will see you Friday. For now, you should go home, looks like it's going to rain." You say noticing the clouds obscuring the usually starry night sky. Derek looks up as if he didn't even realize.

"Right. I'll see you Friday." He says with one last smile before he takes off. You smile to yourself as you return to your movie and hot chocolate. Friday just can't come soon enough. Maybe moving to Beacon Hills was a more perfect idea than you gave Ellie credit for.

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#teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #derek hale x reader #derek hale #derek hale fanfiction #derek hale fluff

[randomthingsthatilike1]

honestly I think the wrong parent was sent to pick up Aly in the ending of Trickster's Choice

the entire book we see through Kyprioths visions to Aly that Alanna, above all, cares for Aly, that she really does see Aly for who she is and worries terribly for her lost, hidden daughter, angry and upset and scared. She's constantly scrying for her with the mirror Thom gave her--her daughter is missing and her husband lied to her about it.

After months and months of worrying and praying, Alanna finally knows where her daughter is. She loves George, she does, but he lied to her about her only daughter's well being. And after the 8 years of her training constantly lying to everyone Alanna is sick of it, sick of doing it and avoids it at almost all cost--but for this? For the love she has for her daughter?

She’s been worried sick, scrying every free hour, distracted and blaming herself for her daughter’s disappearance. She's not needed in Frasrland, not really, not with this stalemate at the border. The killing devices are all gone and nothing is happening there. They don't need her--but Aly does.

She’s been married to George for 20 years and she’s known him for 30--she’s picked up a few tricks on how to go around unseen, how to slip away seamlessly but first there are a few things she has to do.

Her husband with his nondescript features can roam freely.  She cannot. She’s far too distinctive nowadays, but to quote her daughter that is what razors and dyes are for. Her long hair is her pride and joy. After years of cutting it boyishly short, as well as being a good enough fighter she can have long hair--it’s her one vanity.

She loves her hair. She’d topple kingdoms for her daughter.

A short and stocky man with copper red hair isn't the ideal spy, but shes here to find her daughter--its the story she goes with. She’s looking for her daughter, a Tortallan, who was kidnapped and sold into slavery in the Copper Isles.She speaks enough Carthaki to get by and well it’s not like she can’t defend herself, even with just a knife and hand to hand.

The only dead giveaway about her are her purple eyes, but she's a mage, with a powerful Gift specializing in manipulating the human body--if there's a magical way to create an illusion or temporarily change your eye color she would know it. If not, I'm sure George has found a way and she's already used it before.

This barely scratches the surface of what she’d do for Aly. She's a mage, with a powerful Gift specializing in manipulating the human body--if there's a magical way to create an illusion or temporarily change your eye color she would know it. If not, I'm sure George has found a way. She glamors her eyes to look the same as her daughter and her husband. She lightly dyes her hair, making it a more blondish red like Aly's.

She finds a young squire stationed at the border and surreptitiously steals some of his clothes and other supplies around camp, her personal weaponry far too flashy and distinctive.

Aly isn’t the only one who was trained by the King of Thieves.

You can’t tell me she’s never done anything like this with George, not wanting to be stared at by people who recognize the famous Lioness, either getting him out of some scrapes or just relaxing and having fun.

Kyprioth is sweating bullets. There's only so much he can hide, although he has far more power in the Copper Isles than Tortall so he can't stop her but he’ll do his best to hide her from the Goddess but uhhhhhhhh there’s only So Much he can do. 

Alanna is Determined--she will find her daughter and is she maybe less subtle than George was? Sure. But all the same, she’s brought to the Balitang’s home in Rajmuat and makes her way to Lombyn.

It’s the same scene, of Alanna approaching Winnamine , introducing herself as Alan Cooper and asking to buy Aly-- Winnamine realizing “Alan” isn’t really here to buy Aly.

It takes Aly just a little longer to recognize Alanna--and she comes to a halt and is filled with shock because this is the Lioness, her mother who is persona non grata to the Copper Isles due to killing one of their princesses decades ago (and wow that might actually get Ochabu to tolerate her mother) and would probably be either killed or ransomed as a hostage p much on sight, the King’s Champion, one of the most distinctive and famous women in the continent--is here.

She’s here, her hair short and lighter and her purple eyes--they’re very similar to Aly’s now. Alanna letting out a sob at the sight of her daughter--her hair also shorter, eyebrow scar, broken nose, but alive and safe and still with that spark in her eye.

Just. The PARALLELS of both having the explicit approval of their god to deceive and lie and how they both deceived so many people to achieve their goals. Aly seeing her mother engage in spycraft and trickery to try to find her is probably a better apology than Alanna could ever find the words for

Later after Alanna had her Own standoff with Kyprioth she tells Aly she didn’t want this life for her, not because she was a noble or a Trebond but because she’s Alanna’s daughter and she knows how hard it is to keep a secret and deceive the people she cared about, and how much it hurt when it all came out. That’s something George never had to deal with--George has never really had to deceive his loved ones. They’ve always known he’s Crooked and an inkling of what he’s been up to--but Alanna has. She did it for 8 long years and she was good at it too, but the amount of pain it brought her after meant she never wanted that for her daughter.

Alanna earned her shield through treachery, the constant fear of being found out dogging her footsteps and once she got it she made sure no other girl would have to.

For Aly just to be reminded how similar she really is to her mother and begrudgingly putting that together--for Kyprioth to tell Aly that yes George gave her the skills he needed that made Aly his ideal Spymaster and what she’s done so far in keeping the Balitangs safe is why he wants her to stay, but it was Alanna’s actions that really sold him on recruiting Aly in the first place.

(I have other feelings about Kyprioth and Alanna here because d a m n “they say he loves a good trick”--as a girl for 8 years Alanna fooled the Tortallan monarchy and nobility. That’s what his Promised Queen will have to do. And he is George’s patron--it would make sense that both of them loved aspects of Alanna.)

(also while she’s there it’d be hilarious for Sarai to spar against Alanna and have her ass handed to her--it’d be a great nod back to when Aly was observing Sarai and thinking about her own training bc it sure would make Ulasim wonder wait can Aly use a sword????)

(also if anyone wants to write this go for it)

#tamora pierce #alanna of trebond #aly cooper #george cooper #alianne crow #alianne cooper #tricksters choice #tricksters queen #i've been working on this in my drafts since 2022 #kyprioth #alanna of pirate's swoop #alanna of pirate's swoop and olau #alanna the lioness #daughter of the lioness #1.1k words of meta later #meta #dove balitang

[harrisonarchive]

A style selection, 1956-1969.

A continuation of sorts from this post.

“[George’s] idea, which he ordered [in Liverpool in the 1950s], was a four-button jacket with cloth-covered buttons. Two breast pockets which were slitted (jetted) and in the shape of a bird in flight, the two side pockets corresponded. The cuffs had to be folded back with a cloth-covered button. His trousers had no pleats in the front, not normal in those days, and he was by far the very first person to have two slits at the bottom side seam of the trouser and he wanted them folded back with cloth covered buttons to match the cuffs on his jacket. The workshop queried the order when they received thinking we had gone bonkers. George got his suit and was pleased with the outcome. Later lots of guys were walking about town with cut back cuffs and side seams on their trousers, but George was the first.” - Rollo Torpey, The Beatles and Me (2015)

“At Iris’s 14th birthday party, I remember George turned up in a brand-new, Italian-style stuff with covered buttons. He looked very grown-up.” - Violet Caldwell (mother of Iris, and Alan, a.k.a. Rory Storm), The Beatles Monthly September 1965

“[George’s mother Louise] took an unusually benign view of George’s luminous pink shirts, yellow waistcoat, and drainpipe trousers.” - Pete Shotton, The Beatles, Lennon, And Me (1984)

“Going in for flash clothes, or at least trying to be a bit different, as I hadn’t any money, was part of the rebelling. I never cared for authority. They can’t teach you experience; you’ve got to go through it, by trial and error.” - George Harrison, The Beatles: The Authorized Biography (1968)

“At the Institute, George was known from the beginning as a way-out dresser. Michael McCartney, Paul’s brother, was a year below him. He remembers George always having long hair — years before anybody else did. […] ‘George used to go to school with his school cap sitting high on top of his hair,‘ says Mrs. Harrison. ‘And very tight trousers. Unknown to me, he’d run them up on my machine to make them even tighter. I bought him a brand-new pair once and the first thing he did was tighten them. When his dad found out, he told him to unpick them at once. “I can’t, Dad,” he said. “I’ve cut the pieces off.”’” - The Beatles: The Authorized Biography (1968)

“I’d started to develop my own version of the school uniform. I had some cast-offs from my brother. One was a dog-toothed check-patterned sports coat, which I’d dyed black to use as my school blazer. The color hadn’t quite taken, so it still had a slight check design to it. I had a shirt I’d bought in Lime Street, that I thought was so cool. It was white with pleats down the front. and it had embroidery along the corners of the pleats. I had a waistcoat that John had given me, which he’d got from his ‘uncle’ Dykins (his mother’s boyfriend), Mr. Twitchy Dykins. It was like an evening-suit waistcoat — black, double-breasted, with lapels. The trousers John also gave me, soon after we first met — powder-blue drainpipes with turn-ups. I dyed them black as well. And I had black suede shoes from my brother. […] That outfit of mine was very risky, and it felt like all day, every day, for the last couple of years I was going to get busted. In those days we used Vaseline on our hair to get the rock n’ roll greased-back hairstyle. Also, you were supposed to wear a cap and a tie, and a badge on your blazer. I didn’t have my badge stitched on, I had it loose. It was held in place by a pen clipped over it in my top pocket, so I could remove it easily, and the tie.” - George Harrison, The Beatles Anthology (2000)

“He was always a pretty snappy dresser, and he did always like that waistcoat look. And he used to wear a V-neck Fair Isle jumper. Sometimes he’d be a little too outrageous, like purple trousers with bright green, but it was fine. Everything seemed to be fine then.” - Pattie Boyd, interview for the British Beatles Fan Club

“The boys are wearing all sorts of fantastic clothes for their film and introduce a very new, unusual gimmick. If they’re wearing corduroy, for example, then they have corduroy boots to match. If they’re seen in velveteen suits, then they’re coupled with velveteen boots. George first thought of the idea two years ago, but when he put the idea to a local bootmaker, he told him it couldn’t be done. Well, that’s one cobbler that’s been proved wrong.” - The Beatles Monthly, June 1965 (x)

#George Harrison #quote #quotes about George #1950s #1960s #Pete Shotton #Vi Caldwell #Rollo Torpey #Pattie Boyd #The Beatles #Harrison style #:) #Paul McCartney #John Lennon #Ringo Starr #fits queue like a glove

[lilykatelyn-blog]

Hello! I read your kinktober day 1 and omgg it was amazing

Would u consider writing pt-2?

Also,please add me to the taglist<3

𝓓𝓪𝔂 1 - 𝓵.𝓶𝓱 - LILY’S KINKTOBER PT. 2

Pairing: DomDemon!Lee Know x SubAngelFem!Reader Genre: fluff, smut,

Notes: hey! Ofc! You’re added rn! And here is part 2. I’m so glad a lot of you liked it!

Warnings: making out, his horns are sensitive, hickeys, ass kink bc it’s Lee Minho, unsafe sex, not big dick Lee know but long dick Lee know, references to cheating on you with Jisung bc.. well, you get it, grinding, bondage, d/s dynamics.

pt 1.

Well, obviously you stayed, since he asked you to. So you were just cooking when he just barged into his apartment. “AH- oh hey! You stayed!” He looked like he had nearly shit his pants before he softened up. “Yeah, I made dinner. Sit.” You replied, engrossed in what you were cooking. You heard silence and assumed he was sitting and on his phone or something. “What are you- oh.” He came up behind you and he back hugged you, you were surprised until you felt him hug you. “I’m hugging you because I honestly did not think you would stay, Angel.” You could feel his breath on your neck as you continued cooking your dinner. Now after a while, you finished it and plated it. “Dinners ready, Min.” You both sat down and you eagerly watched his reaction. “Is- have I been missing out on this for all my fucking life? What the hell, this is delicious!” He exclaimed looking like a child whose mom just cooked his favorite food, simply making you chuckle. “Glad you enjoy it, love.” You two still needed to discuss your current positions considering you two live literally an eternity away from each other. “Angel, I’m.. glad you stayed.” He made a show of gagging after saying it, but you knew he was genuine. “Hmm, me too. Now can we please watch die hard?” “Fine, this is like the 100th time tho.” He knew all the lines and who said them at what exact time at this point. But for you, he’d burn the world to ashes if it meant making you smile.

you honestly had no idea how you got here, one minute you were watching Alan Rickman (may he rest in peace 🕊️), the next you were on Minho, moaning as his tongue slipped into your mouth. His kisses were no longer slow and sensual, but messy and passionate. His actions led to you wanting more, more friction, more kissing, more everything, which eventually resulted in you slowly moving back and forth on his semi. “Mmh- Jagi- just like that-“ his sentence was ended in a long drawn out moan, his hands went straight to your ass, guiding you back and forth. “Wai- wait,” he softly pushed you off, stopping you. “Was ‘bout to come, have to be in you-“ he got cut off by you grabbing him by the back of his head and kissing him while unbuckling his belt. “C-can’t hold up the glamour anymore, Jagi.” He warned, making you scoff, you’ve seen him multiple times. “Whatever, let it run free, babe.” You took his dick in your hand, slowly stroking him as you watched his horns come out, and then his tail, and finally his wings. his breaths were speeding up, a telltale of his high approaching. “Ngh- coming!” His hot cum spurted onto his clothed chest and your hand. Coming down from his high, he took off his shirt, along with yours. “Got to feel these beautiful tits, baby. Saints, where have these been all my fucking life?” He murmured while taking your bra off and fondling your tits, causing you to giggle. “Since when do you believe in saints?” You asked in a playful manner. “Since you woke up in my house.” Came his simple reply, sucking on your left tit.

You released a wanton moan, grabbing his hair. “That’s it, pull my hair, Angel.” Causing you to pull it harder, he pulled away, going to pull your pants down, discarding them in an unknown corner of the room. He went for your neck and sucking on it, not caring about the consequences in your heated moment. “Hold on a second love, I’m going to get something.” He walked over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of handcuffs. You practically gushed with arousal at the sight. “Hands please.” He gestured to your hands, cuffing them tightly behind your back. “Too tight?” He softly asked, whispering in your ear. You shook your head no, unable to speak for fear that your voice would squeak. “On your knees, love.” Roughly pushing your face down into the pillows, lining his cock up with your entrance. He slowly pushes into you, releasing a throaty groan, while your mouth hung open in a silent moan. His slow and shallow thrusts turned fast and deep, making your moans increase in volume, while his groans got deeper, his voice getting lower. “Fuck, I need to feel you deeper Angel.” Flipping you around, he pushed your knees to your chest, pushing in with no warning, thrusting in fast and deep. “Minho-! Nngh! I’m coming!” You screamed, reaching your high. “Me too, Angel.” He managed to grunt out, riding you through your high, reaching his own and releasing inside of you. You were on the verge of passing out, so he got up and got a damp washcloth and wiped you down. “I know, it’s gonna hurt, sorry.” He apologized softly as you squirmed from overstimulation. After he cleaned you up, he fell on his back next to you, hugging your waist as you cuddled up in his bare chest. “You know, I always thought you were in love with Jisung.” You joked, giving him a kiss on his cheek. “Hmm, who says I’m not? And I’m just needing sex.” “Because Jisung’s married, idiot.” You laughed, falling asleep next to him as he laughed with you and admired you. Oh, how he would love to spend the rest of his life with you, and he will, even if it takes burning the world for you.

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[nicoforlifetrue]

I need to get the gangs designs out of my head like, right now so here we go! Au characters first then cannon guys spoilers below

Anyone the color crew considers a friend gets a matching jacket that green made with something representing them embroidered onto the old jackets, chosen has one and has it tied around his waist most of the time, everyone else wears it near 24/7

Victim: gray dead anime mom hair, scene kid from Spencer's in the 12s looking clothes, long sleeves striped under shirt with a t shirt on top, ripped up skinny jeans, has broken shackles around his wrists that act like the lasso tool but he doesn't use very often, a fire fox icon often sleeping on his shoulders he has three that act as attack dogs, soft rainy day blue eyes that are normally kept in that same dead anime mom half lidded state, he looks calm and approachable and loving after all that's how he gets you.

Chosen: black hair to his shoulders that he keeps in a bun, dyes red streaks into it, combat jacket three sizes too big, ripped up t shirt and jeans he never bothers to fix, wears a face mask when hiding his identity because his mouth is abnormally long and it freaks people out, has a locket with a family picture in it (it's a picture of Alan's face and cupped hands, the hollows are in his hands waving at the camera, Alan took his picture made it the computer background then took a screenshot of the boys, it was Alan's phone screen lock picture) everything he owns is burned at the hems because of his anger issues triggering his powers. Eyes glow red and are set into a permanent scowl, he has worry lines.

Dark: wild red hair he's never brushed in his life, he dyes black streaks in it, has one of those slutty leotard things that show the hips? You know what I mean, and combat pants, he has five virabands one of each limb, he made the first one just to give chosen a challenge but after seconds powers awakened he made more for when the kid has nightmares and needs to be held down so he doesn't hurt himself or anyone else with his powers going haywire, it only really works because the powers not concentrated, also has a locket with the family picture, he says it's for chosens sake but he stays up at night sometimes staring at it. Has black eyes but his pupils glow such a bright red their mistaken for red, all the hollows have sharp teeth but darks are especially sharp and he keeps them in a lazy grin, he has pronounced crows feet.

Second: orange wavy hair in a low short pony with it down it only reach's his shoulders, basic orange hoodie and well he does have his own clothes he more often then not is wearing some eclectic mess of stolen goods from his brothers, he likes Vic's shirts and darks pants the most and will try to get away with chosens jacket at any given opportunity, chosen trades his hair bands to get it back. Eyes glow a radioactive green, his lip is always busted from him chewing it, as are his cuticles from picking at them, is always a little wide eyed and sad looking even if he's over joyed just because his face has kind of settled like that, real case of "resting depression face"

Cannons turn!

Cannon second! Same hair as au, wearing the groups jacket and has is closed most of the time because he gets cold easy but takes it off to sleep, wears paint pants and shirt near always and there always covered in new color splash each day, convinced chosen to perce his ears and has a industrial one that he puts a spare pencil tool in after the box episode so he's never really disarmed, the other side has a little curser on a chain because he felt bad that Alan couldn't get a jacket. His eyes are still nuke green but they don't glow and his hands have calusus but he doesn't pick them like au infact he has them painted, heavy eye bags because he actually has to get up in the morning when the crew decides to have late night party's.

Red: fluffy red mop that he just cuts when ever it gets into his eyes, has the fellow headband to keep it off his scalp when exercising, cat ears, no really he has actual working cat ears and not normal ones, his jacket is hanging on for dear life and Is always at least a little off his shoulders even keeps it on when he sleeps, gym clothes even in the snow, bandages and gaze patches everywhere, his jacket hides the fact that he's fucking ripped because after the "blue punching obsidian" incident he got competitive and started working harder, he's up to diamond now. Eyes are whiskey colored have slits like a cats and he's sensitive to air changes just like cats are.

Blue: ties the group jacket like a cardigan around their neck when working in their garden or making potions so it doesn't get ruined, overalls are a farmers best friend, has the longest hair out of everyone reaching his knees, ties it into a bun for fights, braids it for potion making and sleep, and puts it in a ponytail the rest of the time, keeps it down when they plan on just hanging out with the guys. Has excessive nerve damage from the lava and can't feel if they've been cut or injured below their chest. Eyes are a very rich mahogany that gained purple flecks after a while of messing with potions, red asked Herobrine about it and it turns out to just be his body gaining immunity to most of the bad side affects potion making gives you (turns out his neather wart addiction is actually fairly common among potion makers because it helps build and keep those immunities which are important when experimenting)

Yellow: blond typical trans boy hair cut, meaning under shave with a quiff, has the jackets sleeves perpetually shrugged up his arms, only closes it when working on a more advanced machine, under shirt is stained red and he doesn't own a single pair of clean cargo jeans all of them have at least one mend in them. The bridge of his nose is stained red from rubbing there when he had redstone on his fingers, his fingers themselves are also permanently red, where's glasses near identical to Alan's, his eyes are a washed out pinkish rose, almost gray.

Green: for the longest time had an an uncontrolled frizzy mess of hair I'm talking untamable never seen coconut oil 3c, but after they sticks where introduced to dj, he managed to wrangle them into locks, DJ helps him braid them best he can if he ever wants to clean up but it's either dreads or spending hours everyday calming them. Only one who wares the crew jacket like a normal person, also the only one with a normal clean and sensible wardrobe in general, likes skirts but considering it's a bitch to fight in them only wears them when going out and knowing the others won't start a group bonding brawl, always has both head phones and earbuds on his person and is the only one too keep his phone intact and not broken. Eyes are hazel mixing green and gold with flecks of blue around the center, has audio processing issues and it helps him understand people if there's a background noise of some sort also fights better with a beat. Also has really bad tinnitus and always has, it's been made worse by recent fights though.

Purple: curly hair more of a 3b or 3a, keeps it in a single braid so it's easier to keep track of and care for, mango helps them with it in the mornings, the most recent one to get a jacket after the king stuff went down. Likes fancy and just nicer clothes like button ups and poets shirts and leggings, has bird wings because there mother was made for a stick flight animation test, but there weak and they can't fly like there mom can, they can hover and glide but they need an elytra to act as basically a sort of brace if they want to propel them selves, and even then they can't get to high speeds without rockets. Has orangy red autumn colored eyes like there mother.

#plot swap au #avm #ava #animation vs animator #animation vs minecraft

[kiyrian]

Since we get several Alan's through the game my theory is this:

The "insane" Alan in AW1 DLC -> Scratch in AW2

Mr. Scratch in AW American Nightmare -> Zane in AW2

My rumbling why under the cut

In the Dlc to the first game we see Alan's split himself in two. One part of him wants to fight, to get back to Alice and Barry and everyone he loves. The other is done, he is fed up with himself, and any further tries at escaping. He is rumbling about the darkness. Only when the Alan we play as, the still hopeful one gets to him, pats him on the back they once again become a one person.

For me this version of Alan - one that is hopeless, overtaken by his own Darkness is a previous iteration of what we see in Scratch in AW2. This hopelessness and anger and guilt just manifesting as a 1. Living double in AW1 DLC 2. A dark force that can overtake Alan but can also overtake others. Maybe because is stronger now as a parautilitatian, maybe because it finally has someone else to posses. Although in the second case it still travels after Alan like a lost puppy ("see I made us happy, you're the best author ever now!" - which seems like a daydream someone who is done with reality would escape to). So it's rooted in Alan's insecurities and doubts about himself, just manifested outside.

On the other hand we have Mr. Scratch from American Nightmare. A more playful, outright sadistic version of Alan. He isn't as much grief as he is creativity without moral bounds mixed with 2015 villain vibes. (I love him but I also know "I can't decide" by heart so I'm not a good point of comparison). He is the personification of how public saw Alan - at least when it came to scandals. He has one more quiet moment but seems to give up on trying to work with Alan rather quickly. And of course the Happy Song about how much of a psycho he is. The song that only shows up in AW2 when Zane is there. Zane who offers drinks, goes around half naked, dances with a camera and acts out shooting Alan (with finger guns). Also Zane who seemed soo moved by Scratch'es writing. Zane who is a movie maker (Mr. Scratch in AN did make those movies for Alan...).

So what's happened to Thomas Zane the original? He is gone. The original has been gone for a long time, we have never met him. For what we can see if his photo in the first game he had a short, light hair. He went down with possesed Barbara but then escaped to that bubble world just for them. So we meet the Bright Presence inside his body that guides Alan in AW1. Mr. Scratch doesn't even kick out the Bright Presence from the body - he is simply convincing everyone that Zane always looked like that in AW2.

Also the poems Zane quotes are the same ones that have been delivered in the ARG through the shoeboxes. I think that our Zane is built up from those scraps left by the original Thomas Zane. Yet since the poet has scratched himself from existence there isn't much left and besides Mr. Scratch is too much fun to just be a poet. Nooo, he must be celebrated. He must be dramatic, stage being killed (making Alan sad over supposedly killing his friend) only to smile and spout poetry

The question then would be: where is the Light Presence?

Here I am less sure. Maybe it is still helping Alan but grew weaker as time went by? Maybe that's how the bullet of light got created - it was the Presence that helped Alice. Maybe Mr. Scratch/Zane just destroyed it (I don't think so, but it's a maybe).

Also isn't this funny how much Thomas Zane haunts the story? He's been dead since the '70s but his writing, his visage and his fight for the woman he's loved echo through the whole series

#alan wake #fandom #sometimes i speak #alan wake 2 #remedy games #mr. scratch #thomas zane #zane #tom zane #theory #alan wake theory #alan wake 2 spoilers

[strangerthingsn]

Bruised

part 4

summary: You live in your car or a hotel, you sell your body to men for money, but got accidentally pregnant by the only one Alan Munson(Eddies dad). He was in jail before, for the same thing he did to you. But lucky he has a son who cares and helps you out.

warnings: 18+ (all parts), sex, blowjob, unprotected sex, jealousy, mean man

You and Mary finally arrived you probably a little late for a good spot in the frond so you two just took one by the bar.

“Just a water please” you smile at the boy with long hair behind the bar.

“okay darling, what for this beauty?” the guy grins.

“Uhhh, Jack Daniels with coke, not too strong yet” Mary tells.

“Can we pay the end of the night?” You ask looking at him.

“sure, what’s your name?”

“y/n” you smile. The boy nods and writes your name and prices down on a paper then starts making Mary her drink. You turn back to the stage to see them coming up. You smile and clap like the rest does.

“ EDDIE!!” You smile, he probably didn’t hear you but it was okay. They were singing one of their own songs, some in the crowd seem to know it. Eddie is the lead singer and rhythm guitarist, he does both amazing, one thing you didn’t like tho were the girls in the frond. The biggest issue was that they are prettier then you and they all want your Eddie.

“Hire”it was the guy says handing your water who pulled you out of your thoughts.

“oh thanks” you smile taking it. And you continue watching the band preforming. You take a little sip but you were quickly enough to taste the strong taste and you spit it out, “what the fuck mate. This is pure vodka”

“sorry wrong bottle” he jokes and laughs, some other guys laugh too.

“are you craz-“ you start but got cut off.

“That’s so not funny, she’s pregnant you can’t just do that.” Mary interrupted.

“sorry didn’t mean to make you mad” the guy gives you another glass but this time you smelled before drinking it.

“water?” Mary asks.

“yes” you nod drinking some of it. You gave the other glass back and the guy turned to other boys. You turn back to the band and continue listening to the performance.

“hey guys, pretty big crowd tonight” Eddie smiles while talking out of breath “I’m thankful for all the people who came watch us, next up is our song ‘rough’”

Gareth starts with counting down with his drum stick and then the band starts playing the other song. Eddie starts singing, while the band is concentrating on their instruments Eddie is busy with anything else, a blue haired girl. He’s looking at her and smiling, did he forget you came to watch him?

“Ew” Mary rolls her eyes.

“what?” You look at her.

“look at that blue haired bitch”

“I know” you nod biting the inside of your cheek.

“you should go to the frond” Mary continues watching the girl.

“no! I mean-… I’m nothing compared with her Mary”

“you’re a gorgeous woman, I don’t see the problem” she smiles.

“maybe, I don’t know… after the break”

“fine by me” Mary nods.

—1 hour later—

“alright all, go get some beer, smoke outside or whatever we having a break for 20 minutes, y/n where ever you are get me a beer please” you laugh a little.

“Well he knows you’re hire” Mary chuckles.

“A beer please” you look at the guy.

“alright” he nods and grabs a glass.

“you should tell him you don’t like him flirting with that other girl” Mary had ordered her third drink.

“I don’t know… I don’t wanna fuck it up, I’m so happy with him”

“he’s probably already drunk and high” Mary rolls her eyes.

“That’s for sure” you nod.

“Hire is your beer” the guy gives the glass.

“thanks” you get up “I’ll be right back” you smile at Mary and you walk towards the stage. You see Eddie talking with his band mates and you grab his feed

“Eddie!” You giggle because he jumped a little.

“you scared me sweetheart” he chuckles.

“sorry” you give the beer.

“Thank you” he smiles taking it and leaning down to kiss you.

“you guys are doing great” you smile.

“thank you honey, you got some food with you?” “Only gum”

“can’t really sing with gun in my mouth” he grins.

“that’s what I thought, want me to get to something?”

“No it’s fine, maybe you could get me something after the show, you always can come backstage”

“You make me feel like a groupie” you huff.

“you’re kinda my groupie” Eddie jokes and waves at someone, you look behind you only to meet the eyes of the blue haired girl. You turn back to Eddie after.

“I guess I’ll go again..” you turn around and walk off.

“did you just really do that mate?” You hear Gareth say.

“what?” Eddie snaps.

“wave to that chick while you were talking with your own” you didn’t hear Eddies awnser on that, you didn’t even know if you wanted to.

“hey, and? is he drunk?” Mary chuckles.

“Is that even a question” you smile acting like nothing is wrong.

“Water please” you smile at the guy. He nods and turns around the get a glass. You lean against the bar watching Eddie and Gareth still talk. Probably about you cause they are looking at your direction.

“Ur water miss” The boy gives it.

“Thanks” you smile taking it. Eddie had turned back to the microphone.

“Okay guys, 4 more songs to go, let’s start with ‘iron’” Eddie announced. The crowd was inside again in meanwhile and everyone is clapping and cheering. Probably 99% is drunk as hell. The band start playing the song and Eddie and you shared eye contact in meanwhile while he’s singing: “I would love to bang you tonight” you roll your eyes and chuckle.

—about 40 minutes later—

You finished your water and Mary was driving home already. Eddie drunk with his last song a bottle of jack daniels, he’s probably really drunk at this point. You put the glass down and walk backstage, you walk into the room they share.

“y/n im naked”

“You still have your boxers on, you’re such a pussy” you chuckle looking at Gareth. You flop on the couch and so does Eddie.

“hey baby” he wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck, okay you’re definitely not into that right now.

“hey sweetheart” you kiss his head and rubs his back. “You gonna regret drinking like a beast tomorrow morning.”

“I’m just a little drunk” he looks at you.

“I don’t belive you” you laugh a little laying down on the couch. Eddie lays on you with his full weight and you move him a little to the side so it’s more comfortable with your bumb.

“you liked it y/n?” Grant asks.

“loved it” you nod.

“thats good” he nods.

“hey-..uhhh where is Jeff”you ask.

“Fucking a girl in the bathroom, I shouldn’t go there by the way”

“I kinda figured out I shouldn’t” you look disgust.

“my kid” Eddie mumbles to your belly. You look down at him again.

“yeah he’s drunk.” Gareth laughs a bit.

“Eds, should we go home?” You play with his hair.

“N- no wait..” he starts unbuckling his belt. When you realize you grap his hand.

“no baby.. you’re drunk, let’s get you home”

—30 minutes later—

You didn’t have a license but you survived driving you and Eddie home in this van. Its not really the first time you drive a car and Eddie had explained earlier.

“Come” you kiss his head while helping him out and walk to the door. Eddie gives the keys and you open the door. You both walk into the trailer and you smile at Wayne sitting on the couch.

“what did you get yourself into Eddie..” Wayne looks at you two walking in.

“he got his self into drinking beers and jack daniels” you sigh walkin to the bedroom. You lay him carefully down and you take his shoes off, you didn’t noticed Wayne watching you taking care of Eddie. “you wanna keep your pants on?”

“yeaah” Eddie nods with his eyes closed.

“okay then” you take his jacket off and put the blanket over him carefully.

“Y/n” he smiles while taking your hand.

“go sleep pretty boy” you kiss his forehead with a soft smile. You get up turning around to meet the eyes of Wayne. “I-..uh. That was not what it looked like” you lie.

“it’s fine” he smiles a little “it’s late get some rest you both.”

“thanks Wayne, good night” you smile.

“good night” he waves and walks out closing the door behind him. You take your dress off and the makeup. After that you turn the lights off and lay in the bed cuddling Eddie, who was already asleep.

You rub his back with one hand and with the other you play with his hair. You look at his adorable face, you find yourself a creep watching him sleep but you couldn’t help. “Sleep well” you whisper closing your eyes.

—the next morning—

“babe?” Eddie shakes you hoping you would wake up. You smile of hearing his voice and you open your eyes. “I made breakfast for you” Eddie puts some hair behind your ear.

“thank you” you whisper rubbing your eyes. “How is your head?”

“hurts like a bitch” he shrugs.

“that’s what i thought.. you get a medicine?” You kiss his forehead.

“not yet, gotta take care of my girl first”

“no you need to take care more for yourself babe..” you rub his cheek.

“I will do now” he nods and gets up.

“good” you smile a bit. “What day is it?”

“it’s Saturday” Eddie smiles “I just have to work tomorrow”

“I need to work Monday again”

“Okay” Eddie smiles and walks out while you get up. You’re putting one of Eddies sweatpants on and you walk into the living room.

“for youu” Eddie gives a plate full of food.

“you want me fat”

“I needed to cook for two” Eddie rubs your belly.

“fair enough” you nod and sit down by the table.

“you’re belly is growing every day a little more” Eddie smiles and kisses your forehead before sitting down besides you.

“They grow fast” you nod.

—1 week later—

You all are sitting in the living room, you bought little presents for Eddie and Wayne and they did for you too. Wayne did also finally accept you and Eddie being together.

“I have this one for you, Eddie and me bought it together” you smile giving a present to Wayne.

“you two didn’t need to” He smiles while taking it.

“I do, you gave me an actual home” you smile watching him unpack it. It was a cap, he still wanted this one by his collection that was hanging all on a wall in the trailer.

“I still needed this one thank you guys” Wayne smiles.

“ofcourse” Eddie smiles.

“no problem” you smile too.

“okay i bought these for you” Eddie gives you two packages.

“two?” You look up at him with a big smile.

“yes” he nods. You smile and you open one of them. It was a little baby onesie with ‘mamas little rockstar’ on it and little guitars as print.

“o my god Eddie, I love it!!” You smile and give Eddie a big hug.

“open the other first” Eddie smiles.

“okay okay” you smile opening the other. It was a necklace, you used to wear Eddie his necklaces but now you finally you have your own.

“I love you” you give him a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Eddie”

“ofcourse” Eddie smiles and hugs you again.

“I have also something for you” you give Eddie a ring, it was just in a little box. “I didn’t have money for wrapping paper anymore” you chuckle.

“that’s fine” Eddie opens the boy and looks at the ring with a skull with heart eyes. “I love it”

“let me see Eddie” Wayne looks at the box, Eddie puts the ring on and shows it proudly. “That’s cool”

“I know! Thank you” Eddie kisses your cheek.

“I have also a present for you” Wayne gives you a present. “And for you” He gives also one to Eddie.

“thank youuu” you smile. Eddie smiles and starts opening it.

“no problem” Wayne says watching you guys. It was a shirt with the corroded coffin logo yours was dark red and Eddies was black.

“that’s so cool, thanks Wayne” Eddie smiles big.

“I love it!” You smile also.

—after 2 hours—

You guys spend the evening with movies and a nice dinner. It was really fun and it felt like family. Tomorrow you asked Mary over cause you also bought a present for her but for now you’re in the shower with your boyfriend.

“you have such nice tits” Eddie smirks a little.

“Awh is my boyfriend in a mood?” You tease. You and Eddie had almost every day sex, exploring each others bodies and making love, but you also became a little more comfortable with the dirty talk.

“I love you” he kisses your neck.

“You drunk too much beer and wine Eds”

“I love you” he repeats again, okay, he was a little tipsy but you were in the mood too.. “bent over..”

“Eds did you forgot about my giant belly, I can’t, you should wait”

“blow me thennn” Eddie gives you puppy eyes.

“fine…” you smirk and get on your knees, his cock was painfully hard and red. You take him in your hand and you jerk him of a couple times. Eddie let out a groan but he proceeded didn’t expect that coming to because he looks down at you. “Your uncle idiot.”

“I think he’s sleeping.?” Eddie bites his lip.

“be silent.” Eddie nods and you continue, pre cum was already leaking from his tip. “Poor baby so hard for me, huh?”

“shut up” he mumbles. You smirk and take his tip into your mouth. He really tries to keep himself quiet. You take him deeper and start moving your head back and forth, Eddie was quickly with grabbing your hair. You moan around his cock and you take him deeper sucking harder.

“G-gonna..” Cum. Eddie is so horny that he’s gonna cum already. “s-so good..” you smirk and allow him to fuck your throat. He moves your head and he was so deep, you gag and that was the thing that made him cum. You swallow it all and let his cock out of your mouth.

“Good boy” you lean up to give him a little kiss. “Wash your dick and get out” you get out of the shower and wrap a towel around you.

“okay, okay” When Eddie finishes washing you give him a towel while he turns the shower off. “I wait for you in your room” you smile walking out.

“Mhm” he nods.

—10 minutes later-

you knew it was gonna take a while because Eddie had to take care of his curls before he could fuck you but you’re already fingering yourself in your boyfriend bed. Getting yourself ready for his pretty cock.

“look how nice, can i have a taste?” Eddie sits on the bed between your thighs.

“Always” you smirk. Eddie smirks back taking your hand and sucking your fingers and letting them go with a pop. “Such a good boy for me”

“yeah, for you” he kisses your thighs and leaves hickeys on them. “My girl” he start sucking your clint what had you moaning.

“Eddie-“ you whine.

“I know.. just a little taste. Then you can soak my dick, yeah?” He starts eating you out like a starved man right now, and o my god it was so good. Every time it surprises you again. He starts fucking you with his tongue right now. Shit you were actually coming a little too close to the edge right now.

“E-Eddie.” You toes curl and you try to not disappoint him with cumming.

“good girl” he sits up stroking his cock a couple times while keeping his eyes on you. “You still want it?”

“yes” you nod smiling a bit, you lay back down, but sit up again before Eddie could even push inside of you.

“hm?” He looks at you.

“I want on top”

“Okay then” he smiles and lays down himself. You climb on top of him and sit with your knees on the mattress and your feet resting on his thighs. Eddie looks at you and rubs his tip over your pussy. “Ready?”

“Yes baby” you nod, Eddie smiles and slowly pushes his tip inside of you, you were already wet as hell so that was pretty easy.

“sit down slowly” Eddie lays his hands on your hips. This was not the first time on top, probably second of third but it still was more complicated then just let Eddie do the job. So you slowly sit down on his dick and let him sink deep inside of you.

“Holy-.. you’re actually so deep..” you moan a little trying to adjust to his size.

“not too deep? Is the baby okay?” He looks a little worried.

“everything is fine Eds” you lean down to kiss his forehead. When you got adjusted to his size you slowly start moving up and down. Eddie feels around your body and plays with your boobs.

“your boobs are so big” Eddie leans up to kiss them.

“your dick is also very big” you smirk.

“I know.”

“that’s very selfish of you” you joke. Eddie buckles his hips hard and you moan out pretty loud. “Sorry” you roll your eyes.

“you got a lil additude.” He looks at you.

“sorry”

“I love it.” Eddie smirks and kisses your neck.

—a week later—

Christmas was very fun, it felt like Eddie and Wayne were your real family. You also spended time with the band and Mary. With New Year’s Eve you were at a party again, you couldn’t drink real champagne so Eddie bought you kids champagne with bubbles as a joke. You were so in love with Eddie, and Eddie was with you. But also the birth came closer you still had more then 2 months to go.

“you like this?” Eddie shows a pair of tiny converse.

“I love them” you nod. “How much money do we have left?”

“uh… 50 dollars, must be enough for just the shoes, pacifier and a bottle.”

“then we could get the shoes” you smile. You were baby shopping with Eddie, you don’t wanna know the gender of the kid yet so it was a bit tricky sometimes.

—after 30 minutes—

You got back in the car with two bags full of baby stuff. You worked the whole entire week for the money but now you were done with baby stuff.

“Bennys burgers?” Eddie smiles.

“Please”

“okay, Wayne eats with his girlfriend anyway so we can go together.” Eddie start the car and starts driving to bennys. You started to get morning sickness more often, you had cramps or had to throw up in the morning or even in the night. But Eddie would always sit besides you holding your hair and calm you down.

“what you gonna get?”

“uh just a medium menu with a burger and water”

“not a milkshake?”

“I’m scared that will end up in the toilet in the morning”

“you mean as a pee?” Eddie chuckles.

“no” you giggle shaking your head.

“poor baby” Eddie takes your hand. “Anywhere in two months we have a gig again”

“I wanna come, then I have still three weeks to go anyways” you smile.

“okay if you think you can” He kisses your hand. You ate by Bennys burgers and it was really good. After that you two went home you showered and so did Eddie. You two watched a movie with popcorn until you fell asleep together.

I’m sorry this chapter is short. It’s because of Christmas and new year plus I’m sick but hire it is I hoped you enjoyed it! And late happy new year!

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(if there is a line through your name means I can’t tagg you, sorry!)

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #mom!reader

[cheesecake-beech]

Imagine Vicious 6 favorite Sanrio character

UH YES FREAKING PLEASE

sorry I went kinda crazy on this KJFGKDFAHHDKSJ

IT DIDN'T EVEN TAKE ME THAT LONG TO MAKE THESE ONLY LIKE- 1pm-10pm TODAY TO GET ALL THESE DONE I WAS FREAKING FOCUSED ON DRAWING THESE LMAO Bro I was so inspired THIS WAS SO FUN TO DRAW LOL

ANYWAY, VICIOUS 6 SANRIO BUDDIES???

Wild Knuckles - Bad Badtz-Maru & Pochacco

Old man is tasked with taking care of a dog and a penguin, dog is like a good doggo son to old man, meanwhile penguin is a troublemaker for old man. (something he's all too familiar dealing with skadjak.)

Badtz-Maru probably makes is a pain in the ass to look after him.

probably skateboarding everywhere inside his house, screeching his guitar just to be annoying

when he tries to give them food or sumthin, he probably does that spoon thing where you flick it and it just ZOOOOM DFSHFKHSDJ

Meanwhile Pochacco is just a good boy.

He plays outside, but he's polite about it. He has nice manners.

Oh and he takes naps on his couch.

Badtz also probably does a freaking kick-flip over the wall because he's bored and wants to go do something else, or to also just inconvenience Knuckles 💀, grampa YOINKS doggo from his nap (because obviously he can't just leave him at home by himself) then books it after him.

Belle Bottom - Kuromi & Chococat

They are the moment. Belle probably likes Kuromi because of her fashion sense and her slayness,

and Chococat, probably thought he was cute and now he's her little buddy. Probably just sits in her hair or on the desk when she's at the lair doing work n stuff.

Belle takes them shopping, because yes.

Jean Clawed - Keroppi & Minna No Tabo

He just accidentally got stuck with watching both of them

The little boy suddenly grabbed onto him and he was trying to shake him off his leg, because who the heck let a tiny kid into the lair. Then all of a sudden a frog fell from the top shelf so he caught him with his claw.

Keroppi didn't like seeing the giant claw hand all that much.

Especially being inside of it.

Minna no tabo just waddled into the base and thought he looked cool.

Jean is kinda freaking out when there's a frog boy crying freaking out and he's unsure what to do with the kid on his leg.

Svengeance - Pompompurin

COME ON- GOLDEN RETREIVER FOR GOLDEN RETIEVER BOY? AUDDHFSHJFHDK IT'S JUST TO GOOD

Sven absolutely loves him and will protect him and loves how squishy he is.

Pompom likes everyone, he sees big guy and sees big guy as friend, he also has similar colour hair! Besties!

Stronghold - Hangyodon

He likes how this guy looks, he thinks he looks funny so he grabbed him and put him on his shoulder.

Hangyodon was just like "k" he doesn't mind, he also thinks he looks cool.

Plus he also likes sitting on his shoulder while walking around.

Hangyodon and do or say anything and it'll probably make Stronghold laugh just because of how silly he looks to him.

Nunchuck - Corocorokuririn

Don't ask

She believes he will make great company as a evil companion in all her crimes.

He's just there.

EXTRA UNDER THE CUT!

Valerie - My Melody & Hello Kitty

She would spoil them, she would take them everywhere. GIRLS' DAY OUTTT

She would TREAT THESE BABIES to EVERYTHING.

SLAY all DAY

Take them out for sweet treats and other stuff, like everythings on her.

ONCE MELODY AND KITTY MENTION KUROMI AND MIMMY YOU BET YOUR ASS SHE'S ALSO GOING TO INSIST THESE GIRLS BUY THINGS FOR THEM dskjdhfdsafgkd

She finds them SO CUTE AND PRECIOUS

Like she looks calm but on the inside she's dying from cuteness

Alan - Marumofubiyori (Moppu)

Alan would've probably accidentally picked them up like "Ayo who tf is this and where did they even come from" and when Moppu suddenly just, falls asleep, Alan would probably just awkwardly start holding him unsure about what to do.

But he'd just sit down and let Moppu sleep, then after a while he'd also probably fall asleep as well, because he also probably needs a nap dshfsfafhdfkdj

They both snore lol

Elliot - My Sweet Piano & Cinnamoroll

OH YEAH, BBY ELLIOT LOVES BABIES??

Bro would be dying and sobbing from how cute they are

Cinnamoroll probably just flies around his house while Piano puts flowers around to decorate.

I wouldn't be surprised if how Cinnamo and Elliot met is if Elliot was just washing dishes and Cinnamoroll just flew in through the window and into his face.

Claude - Tuxedo Sam Tako - Strawberry King Claudia - Pippo

#cheesecake talks #cheesecake's art // my art #ask box #minions rise of gru #cheesecake's babies // my ocs #vicious 6 #sanrio #cinnamoroll #hello kitty #corocorokuririn #chococat #marumofubiyori #tuxedo sam #strawberry king #wild knuckles #svengeance #belle bottom #stronghold #nunchuck #valerie/smokebomb #alan/sizzle #elliot/blaze #claude/frostbite #tako/heartache #claudia/lilyra

[ajpendragon]

Promise

“No!” Alan’s shout rang through the house, causing several heads to peek out from their respective rooms. “You can’t leave. You promised me you wouldn’t!”

The door slammed behind him, leaving a stunned eldest brother staring blankly at nothing. Virgil appeared from his room, hair rumpled and paintbrush tucked behind his ear. “What was that about?”

Scott startled. “I was just telling him I was going to be leaving for college in a few weeks. I didn’t think it would be such a big deal. I’ll be close enough that I can come home on weekends and breaks, so I won’t even be gone for that long. He’s just overreacting.”

Virgil shook his head at his brother. “Scott, of course he’s overreacting. The last time someone in his family left, she didn’t come back. And now you’re saying you’re going to leave him too. He doesn’t understand. All he knows is you promised you wouldn’t leave him, and now you’re breaking that promise.”

Scott sighed. Memories filled his mind of a hysterical baby brother, desperately calling for his mama. A promise made to calm the tears, a promise that Scott had no intention of breaking.

“I have to go after him! He’s right. I did promise. I’m not trying to break my promise, but I do need him to understand. I’m not leaving him, not truly.”

Virgil nodded, clapping his brother on the back. “Sounds like you’ve got this handled. Go fix it!”

Scott jogged out of the house, heading towards the most likely place for Alan to have fled. The barn had been the hiding place for upset Tracys for generations.

As he entered, he had to squint to see in the dim lighting. “Alan?” He called softly.

His brother didn’t answer, but he could hear muffled sobbing coming from the hayloft. The ladder was old and rickety, and Scott clung tightly to the rungs as he climbed up after his baby brother.

“Alan?” He could see the bright red sneakers sticking out from behind the hay, but wanted to give his brother the chance to initiate the conversation. If Alan wasn’t ready to listen, he wasn’t ready to talk.

He sat there silently for a while, counting the spider webs hanging from the beams to keep himself from fidgeting. It took a long time before Alan came scooting closer, silently tucking himself beneath Scott’s arm. Scott drew him closer, letting him rest close for a few minutes before he spoke.

“You promised you wouldn’t ever leave me.” He whispered.

“I know, Squirt. And I know this feels like I am leaving you. I’ll come home every weekend, and whenever we have a holiday, and if you ask nicely, I’m sure one of your brothers will fly you down to visit me. And you can call me whenever you want.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Scott stood, wrapping his arms around Alan. “I love you and I always-“

Scott had forgotten to watch where he was standing, and stepped backwards off the edge of the loft, sending them both tumbling down off the ledge.

The impact knocked the wind from both of them, and it was a moment before either of them were able to move. Alan recovered first, sending up a piercing cry.

Startled from his work for the second time that day, Virgil came running out of the house. He scooped Alan off the ground, checking quickly for any injuries. After he was satisfied that the boy was unharmed, he turned to Scott.

Scott had taken the brunt of the fall, twisting midair to ensure he hit the ground first. Blood was running from a cut on his forehead, and his leg was bent at a weird angle.

Virgil sent Alan running to the house for Grandma while he attempted to stem the bleeding. “What were you thinking?” He demanded.

“I wasn’t thinking about anything. I was just trying to make sure my brother didn’t hate me. I wasn’t worried about anything else.”

“Well, next time you’re climbing around in the barn, please save a little part of your brain to watch your step.”

“I think I can do that.” Scott forced a smile, although it looked more like a pained grimace. Grandma arrived, quickly taking command of the situation and getting Scott moved into the car. A quick trip to the hospital later, and Scott was home, leg secured in a bright blue cast and with strict orders not to walk on it for at least a week.

And as much as he chafed at the forced inaction, the ability to spend some more time with his brother was taken full advantage of.

#whumptober 2023 #no. 10 #you said you’d never leave #thunderbirds are go #scott tracy #alan tracy #thunderbirds fanfiction

[freakingoutthesquares]

Cocker Lips Now! Words: Johnny Dee, Photographer: Derek Ridgers Taken from the New Musical Express, 4 December 1993 Transcription: Acrylic Afternoons

He's raw sex in hipsters, he's old enough to know better and he's out to make his strange suburban madness a household brand. Johnny Dee braves the shoddiest TV show in the world to bring you Pulp - and the gospel according to Jarvis Cocker.

Pulp singer Jarvis Cocker, a man with the deadpan attitude of Alan Bennett and the raw sexuality of Barry White, doesn't like the idea of Virtual Reality. He doesn't like it at all. "I don't want to sound like an old guffer," he apologises, "but a dose of reality would be better for most people interested in Virtual Reality. I mean, most people would be freaked out if you went round and, you know gagged 'em, drugged 'em or something, stuck them in the boot of a car and dumped them in the middle of a field in North Yorkshire. That would freak most people out more than having some headset on."

The Pulp members - Russell (guitar/violin), Steve (bass), Candida (keyboards), Nick (drums) - are used to such typical Jarvis pronouncements, all delivered with a sanguine matter-of-factness. Jarvis is forever calm and unflustered, a man who'd refuse to panic if his arse was on fire. But this time he's gone too far.

"Bloody hell, Jarvis," says Russell, wrapped up in a tight pale blue PVC jacket that matches his eye shadow. "Well," says Jarvis Cocker. "You'd take the gag off afterwards."

Who needs Virtual Reality anyway? Close your eyes and imagine an endless, white corridor. Here, years ago, a perm-haired kids TV presenter called Mick Robertson crouched on his knees at the end of a row of coins denoting the success of the latest Magpie charity appeal. At the end of the corridor is Room 101 - Pulp's dressing room for the night. We are in TV world...

Well, we're in Teddington Lock, Middlesex for the filming of The Word in a TV centre that feels like a maximum security Holiday Inn. Since fellow guests Onyx have received several death threats throughout the day, there are uniformed men resembling Viz comic parkies stationed at the end of each hallway. On every wall there are unnervingly huge colour pictures of celebrities - Eric Morecambe, Cilia Black, Judith Chalmers. The Magpie appeals no longer worm their way around the maze of studios, but in the canteen, Rory Bremner is tucking into quiche and chips.

In Room 101 Pulp siphon Smirnoff into a Highland Spring bottle to beat the draconian on-set alcohol ban. They've been here since 11am: drinking, having their shirts ironed (since guests get their clothes pressed for free, they've all bought along a week's washing) and make-up done and arguing about "the gap".

Their new single 'Lip Gloss' has a two-second break in the middle, which The Word's people maintain isn't on the record (it is) and are worried that the audience will think it's the end of the song and start clapping like chimps (they do). "The gap" becomes an incredibly significant Pulp moment. If they agree to cut it out they'll be compromising. So Sheffield's finest popmongers decide to make the gap longer. Much longer.

It's been a long day spent in stardom's waiting room, but little things have made it worthwhile. Drummer Nick, for instance, overheard Dani Behr call someone "a f***in' c***". Russell saw a raincoated man bent over and struggling with a heavy box in the gents' loo. He opened the door for him and the man flashed a cheesy grin. "It was Des O'Connor! Des O' flippin' Connor!"

It's now 9pm and Pulp are on stage for the last dress rehearsal. It feels more than just a rehearsal for a sensationalist TV show; it feels like a rehearsal for stardom itself. Pulp have been together with various line-ups for ten years now through punk, new romance, C86 and grunge - always defiantly different.

They've survived disasters: Jarvis once being confined to a wheelchair after he jumped from a window to impress a girl; Fire Records putting their third album on hold for two years during legal wrangles. And they've coped with personality crises, too: Russell going through a disciplinary dictator phase, when Pulp ran to a strict regimented timetable; ex-drummer Magnus leaving the band and going barmy after deciding he was the moon... But over the past two years each successive single has been better and sold more than the last, and their audience has got bigger and younger. Now, incredibly, they're on a major label, their records are available in Woolworths, they're on daytime radio and on TV.

Huge day-glo shapes hang from the ceiling as they perform 'Lip Gloss' to a barren studio, Jarvis snaking across the stage in too-tight, thick, purple corduroy trousers, shaping hand movements not witnessed since Alvin Stardust rolled his ringladen fingers for the Pops' cameras. The only people here to witness this are skivvies fussing around with clip-boards, and the dancers - looking like clichéd Freemans catalogue versions of teenagers - who are paid to show off. As Jarvis sings of lipstick-stained fags and being chucked, these young bucks, with bare, greased-up torsos vogue over-enthusiastically on podiums. Half-naked 18-year-olds pretending to rave and having a fake wild time is bizarre enough but then so are Pulp. The camera cuts from Jarvis in karate mode to someone's bum cheek escaping from a pair of midget Homme pants and then back again to bassist Steve, desperately trying not to laugh.

The lovers portrayed in 'Lip Gloss' are worlds away from this forced environment of The Word. Like many Pulp songs, 'Lip Gloss' celebrates the strangeness of the ordinary and stretches a subject so mundane no-one's dared sing about it before. In this case, being pissed off after you've been chucked because you wasted time getting to know his/her mates who you never liked in the first place.

"I've got a bit of a hang-up about songs and films presenting an idealised version of things," explains Jarvis. "It makes people dissatisfied with their own lot in life. But it's something that never existed, it's just been made up by someone. Yes, we do glamorise the everyday but, you know, a bus journey can be exciting. You can treat it just like a journey and sit there like a plank or you can wonder what other people on the bus do with their lives."

Read any article about Pulp and at least three, if not all of these things will be mentioned alongside "the 'w' word" (wacky) or "the 'k' word" (kitsch). Perhaps all the detritus and trash that's associated with Pulp has masked something fantastic. Maybe Pulp really are going to be pop stars. At 11.35pm on Friday night, watching the TV set in room 101, Pulp's manager, Geoff Travis - who was previously the boss of Rough Trade - is sure of it. Tonight is a turning point, Pulp are contenders.

Do Pulp really want fame or are they content to carry on as nearly-made-it confectionery for the talking classes? Is siphoning vodka into water bottles, moaning about "gaps", getting your clothes ironed for free the behaviour of pop stars or forever sixth-form underachievers?

"Oh, we want to be famous," claims Jarvis. "It's what we've always wanted." But do you honestly believe you can appeal to 15-year-old girls? "I'm always trying. We want to appeal to everyone. I'd like to think we're not only trying to appeal to students and grocers. You can't choose who buys your record - it's in a shop, it could be murderers or bakers. But, we've been going so long it's not like we expect to get to Number One or anything."

It could happen, Pulp could really become stars. They'll never be on the cover of teen magazines, flashing torsos or sporting exotic hairstyles they're too old for all that. But it could be fun - Jarvis on What's Up, Doc? corrupting the nation's youth with dark tales of urban normality. Yet... why do they want to go through it, why do they want fame? Jarvis smiles and puffs on an Embassy regal.

#pulp #russell senior #jarvis cocker #90s #almost britpop #interview #printed interview

[madamegemknight]

Tell me funfact ?

ehehehe fun fact time >:) I have been Obsessed with this story since I first heard it so today I will tell you about how Caroll Spinney (the man who puppeteered Big Bird and Oscar on Sesame Street until 2018) met his wife Debra, a story which is simultaneously the cutest and dumbest story I have ever heard.

It's a long one so under the cut it goes!

In the late 70s, Caroll saw a woman with a pixie haircut working at her desk at the Children's Television Workshop (the group that makes Sesame Street and that is now known as the Sesame Workshop), and was immediately taken with her. Right then and there, he decided to screw up his courage and ask her on a dinner date, which she politely refused - while she appreciated the gesture, she was already married and expected at home to cook dinner for her husband. When recalling the event in his autobiography, The Wisdom of Big Bird, Caroll says that he was upset but not surprised; a woman as beautiful as her had to have already been taken.

Several months later at the CTW's Christmas party, Caroll ran into a woman with a "Dutch Boy" haircut (essentially another name for a pageboy haircut, reference picture below). Once again, he was taken, and spent the night chatting with her and eventually asking if she wanted to sit with him when they started serving dinner - and once again, the woman politely refused, explaining that she couldn't stay at the party due to husband expecting her at home. Caroll was once again respectful, but internally lamented the fact that all the woman he was interested in were apparently married.

Then, a few months after the Christmas party, Caroll was approached by a long-haired woman while recording a Sesame Street album. The two of them immediately hit it off, and while Caroll didn't remember having ever met the woman, he felt as if she knew him. They talked for a while about their personal lives, with the woman (who's name was Debra) mentioning at one point that she'd recently ended her marriage, and while Caroll had to go on tour for Sesame Street and was thus unable to see her for three months, the two met back up after he got back and very quickly fell in love.

AND WHEN I SAY QUICKLY I MEAN "CAROLL PROPOSED 13 DAYS AFTER THEIR FIRST DATE AND SHE IMMEDIATELY SAID YES" QUICKLY.

(years later in the aforementioned Wisdom of Big Bird autobiography, Caroll would say that on the day he proposed he was "more in love than [he'd] ever been in his life" and that there was never a moment he regretted proposing so soon, claiming that he "could have proposed the first night - almost two weeks was too long a wait." if you'll forgive my inner sappy hopeless romantic, WAUGHHH)

Debra and Caroll were together until Caroll passed away in December of 2019, with one of his last on-screen appearances being a cameo in Sesame Street's 50th anniversary celebration with his wife by his side.

The two cared for each other deeply and were nigh-inseparable - a performance done during Caroll's retirement party titled "Great Moments in Spinney History," which walked through the entirety of Caroll's career and highlighted such notable events as the first time he met Jim Henson, even went so far as to make a Debra Muppet (pictured below hugging the man playing Caroll in the performance, Alan Muraoka) to emphasize the impact she'd had on his life. It had taken a while for Caroll to find love, but if he hadn't been rejected by the two women he'd previously met at the CTW, he never would have met Debra, a woman with whom he'd form a relationship filled to the brim with love.

OR AT LEAST THAT'S WHAT HE THOUGHT.

On a trip to Switzerland that Debra had won on a game show a few months after his proposal, she toasted him and thanked him for never giving up on her. Confused by the phrasing of the toast, he asked her what she meant, at which point she stated that if he'd stopped talking to her after their first meeting back when she was still married, they never would have gotten together.

Yes, in a twist you might have seen coming a mile away, DEBRA HAD BEEN ALL THREE WOMEN CAROLL HAD MET AT THE CTW, AND WHAT HE'D MISTAKEN FOR THREE WOMAN WITH DIFFERENT HAIRCUTS HAD BEEN ONE WOMAN WHO'S HAIR HAD GRADUALLY GROWN OUT BECAUSE THAT'S HOW THE PASSAGE OF TIME WORKS. While he'd thought that he had fallen for three separate women, he'd actually fallen for the same woman - his future wife - three times over, a story that's incredibly sweet but also incredibly, incredibly dumb. truly the cringefail romance rep we deserved <3

(pictured above: a man who won a lifetime achievement award but somehow DIDN'T REALIZE THAT HAIR GROWS)

#muppet performer romances are WILD this isn't even the craziest one #(that honor goes to jane and jim henson who are another story entirely lol) #thank you for the ask bear!! sorry it took so long I hope you enjoy your fun fact :)

[robbybarnes]

~DUSKWOOD~

(So,this time i'm following a thought i had days ago. I don't know what is going to happen,i don't have a plot. I'm just writing and hoping for the best xD Could be sad,could be happy...i could also stop here xD but i hope not. So,enjoy!)

Hold my Hand

After a year of unsuccessful searches, which led MC and the group to nothing more than tiny clues, they had finally managed to get news on Jake.

In their last moments together,Jake told MC that he needed to run. To hide and be in the shadows for a bit. He told MC he loved her and ran away without looking back. But some time after Richy's death and Hannah's rescue, the FBI finally managed to catch him. The news reached MC thru a message.

"They got him. We need to meet. A."

MC didn't take long to understand who the message was from, what she didn't understand was why the sender was Alan. Did the Duskwood Police Captain, whom they had avoided for so long for obvious reasons, now worried about a "criminal"? Or maybe it was just a trick to catch Jake by taking her as hostage? Whatever the reason, once she read the message she felt anxiety building in her body.

Now she was on a train bound for Duskwood. She had already changed two, trying not to attract too much attention. If Jake had been caught, maybe the FBI was also on her trail, given the bond between them. Maybe she was just giving in to paranoia. In the end she didn't know anything about Jake, she had certainly been by his side to find Hannah, but she didn't know anything about him. Nor why the government was looking for him.

"Duskwood, central station."

The "sensual" voice of the speaker, distorted and robotic, distracted her from her thoughts. She picked up her backpack and, keeping the peak of her cap low, got off the last carriage of the train.

She had never seen Duskwood, exception made for the pictures Jessy had taken for her during that surprise tour. Which saddened her not a little, remembering how Jessy was subsequently attacked by the MWAF. And worst of all was the knowledge that the bastard was none other than Richy.

MC: "Alan I suppose..."

She could not have recognized him in normal situations, they didn't know each other. She promised him, "that" night, to let him have a speech with her. But she didn't keep the promise. Not so nice of her,but the Police Chief have never made it a problem. Alan knew that MC wouldn't deny him a meeting if he asked her again, but after all that had happened, the cop had decided not to press any further.

So now the problem led them to not know each other, but Alan had the good idea of wearing a blu baseball cap with a gold police badge on the front. At least they wouldn't waste time looking for each other in the crowd that occupied the station at that moment.

A: "What got me? The mustaches?"

She smiled awkwardly shaking the hand he was holding out to her.

MC: "In my mind you were really...different..."

And it was true. She had always imagined Alan as a man on his fifty, not too tall, with thin brown eyes and curly hair. Instead, what was in front of her was maybe a 35/40 years old man with light brown hair,cut short, blue eyes and a dirty blond mustache. He had a well-trained physique and he was really, very tall.

A: "...like what?"

MC: "Well...not so tall,to say one. What are you, a giraffe?"

Alan laughed as he loosened their hands and gestured for her to follow him to the parking lot.

A: "I'm not so tall. You are too short, Tic-Tac."

She pouted pretending to be offended, but she found his joke funny. At least that wholesome humor had loosened a little the knot she kept feeling in her stomach.

When they got to the car, MC was a little surprised to see what she thought was Alan's personal car. They would have attracted too much attention with the police car. She walked over to the passenger seat door and before she could open it, Alan did it for her. Not that she didn't appreciate it, but she wasn't used to these gentlemanly things. Before taking her seat she looked at him. He could see the concern in the girl's eyes.

MC: "Wait a moment..."

A: "What?"

MC: "Not that i don't trust you,after all we've been through...but i have to ask. Why you? How is it that you are so close to Ja-"

He jumped when he heard those words and shut her up. He brought the index finger of his right hand to his mouth, mimicking her to be silent.

A: "Not here. Not now. I'll tell you everything once in the safe house."

MC: "...but..."

A: "Please MC, trust me like i trusted you back then. This is not the place, nor the time to talk about 'this' matter."

She had so many questions to ask him. First of all, why they couldn't speak freely? Something was wrong and now that they were in the car, driving around the streets of Duskwood, MC could see that Alan was as taut as a violin string. He kept looking around as he drove, often shifting his gaze to the rearview mirror to check that he was not being followed. Maybe, she thought, the situation was even worse than she thought.

#Hold My Hand #new FF #Duskwood of course! #RobbyBarnes

[chiropteracupola]

Is it too late to ask about wips? (Yes, yes, I'm greedy, I know!)

harold they're wet

cold cold take two

uh oh lads it's alan breck again

alan just happens so much

it's never too late to ask me about my wips!

'harold they're wet' is one of those ones that acquired a nonsensical just-to-divide-the-document title that has really nothing to do with the contents of the fic in the slightest, but I've kept the name around because of the silliness. and silliness is what's in what I've actually written as well so far, because it's just little scraps and bits of describing the weather and Keith and Ewen's reactions to it.

'cold cold cold' is sort of a rewrite of my previous Graçay fic, which I'm no longer entirely satisfied with. while there's a lot that I did there that I liked, I have some other angles that I'd like to get at and a rather darker take on Hornblower's mental state at that time that I've been sort of rotating gently around.

'uh oh lads it's alan breck again' - another semi-rewrite of a previous fic! my first fic for Alan and David was kind of a rushed job, and almost as soon as I'd finished it, I wanted to approach the same missing scene from a more in-depth viewpoint. so this is going to fill in the space where the book leaves off and that begins, and perhaps, depending on how things go, write over my previous attempt with a different take on their reconciliation.  also I think it does comes across that I was writing while sick, stressed, and awake at 4am in the first iteration, so I’m hoping to improve on that a little.

'alan just happens so much' is possibly my favorite of my fics for Kidnapped so far, despite the fact that I have very little idea of where it's going to go in the slightest. since we see a lot of David getting hurt and Alan having to help him through it in the book, I thought it might be fun to reverse that relationship for once and see how Alan reacts to receiving a more physical consequence for his constant brushes with danger!

(rather short, sadly, as none of these are all that realized at the moment) tasting platter of snippets under the readmore:

harold they're wet:

The air tasted of summer, the leftover smell of warm wet soil rising from the ground as it always did after a rain. A wind of delicate but slowly increasing intensity tickled at Ewen’s arms and tossed the ends of his still-wet hair, carrying with it the faint tang of river-water. By the gathering blue clouds in the distance, there would be thunderstorms in a matter of hours, but for the moment, the day was bright and glorious.

Bright it remained despite the first scattering of rain, the movement of the air almost tangible all around him. The sun-shower that had come up was warm enough that he felt the need to enjoy it as long as it lasted, relishing the feeling of the rain against his shoulders.

cold cold cold:

That was William Bush as he had always been — soft blue eyes and a too-loyal heart and a warm, hard hand reaching out to him. But he took that hand, that sturdy lifeline, and held it between his own as if it was the last thing holding him in the living world.

In that seemingly-interminable carriage journey, he had come to know Bush’s hands better than ever he had hoped in years of watching them at their work. Though the familiar tan had faded in those sunless weeks, they were still half callus and half scar, made worn by their capability and made capable by that same wear. Hornblower’s own hands were knobbly and ungainly, even more so in such direct comparison, but he gripped Bush’s hand as firmly as he felt was safe and allowed himself to be drawn closer.

Bush reached up and put his free hand to Hornblower’s mouth, gently brushing his thumb over the place where his lip was cut and swollen. Being forced down against the riverbed had left him considerably battered, the side of his face bruised and scraped where it had made far too familiar an acquaintance with a sharp rock, and though it did not now cause him much more than a dull and constant ache, he shied away from the touch all the same. He knew his own inadequacy as well as he knew anything at all, but to have it marked so pointedly by Bush was another sort of shame entirely; scowling, Hornblower turned his face away.

uh oh lads it's alan breck again:

At last he slipped into sleeping, for though their journeying had not weakened him as it had David, he still was greatly in need of rest. His shoulders slumped and his head dipped to rest against the side of the bed, but even so, his hand, the best help that he could yet offer, stayed firmly wrapped around that of his friend. Alan Breck was a gambling man in all things, for he borrowed and bet with his own life and others’ lives as easily as he spun cards and coins from one hand to the other. There was a flitting, frisking sort of madness that came over him oftener than otherwise, that kept him leaping, laughing, from one caper to the next. But whatever he’d made and so nearly broken with David was not something to be bargained away. Their friendship had not been forged to hold the dull shine of worn-down silver, but the bright strong gleam of tempered steel.

alan just happens so much:

“Dead!” said he, a flash of triumph shining across his face like a lightning-strike. But like the lightning it was gone within a blink, and as he tugged his sword free of his fallen opponent, Alan made a sharp sudden inward breath and fell forward. The sword-hilt slipped from his hand and clattered against the stones, and its master tumbled so that he lay nearly upon it, all in a mess of torn blue cloth and tarnished silver lace.

David rushed over to him, finding himself kneeling at his side almost at the same moment he was conscious of intending to do that very thing. Alan had fallen upon his face with his legs folded haphazardly beneath him, his feather-trimmed hat lying in the heather a few feet away. Even in falling, Alan had curled himself securely around the more major injuries, and as David put a hand on each of his shoulders and lifted him into a sitting position, he saw that his face was still all a-snarl with anger and pain.

“How are you hurt?” David asked, but as he drew back his hand, his question was answered. His palm was smeared across with blood, the same blood that was currently in the process of seeping its way through Alan’s coat-sleeve and down his arm.

Alan stared down at his hand, the fingers stilled but shining with blood, all of him eaten up by horror. Words came to him, but they were empty, a hollow shadow of their usual shine. This was not right — this should have been a victory to be crowed over, a new verse to the song of his own glory and his own strength, but it was no such thing. Instead, that strength already seemed to ebb from him and that glory was nothing but ash almost as soon as it had sprung to light.

“It’s no’ so bad as that,” he insisted, his voice unsteady.

#em writes stuff #heronposting #I need a casual hornblower tag #those first two are rather amusing to me when you put them side by side like that #both are exercises in borrowing weather and emotions from my own life and wrangling them into pretty sentences #but one of them came from me just having a lovely moment twirling around in a morning sun-shower and getting soaked #and the other very much did start with me crying into my soup and certain that I had disappointed everyone I had ever met #that turned out not to be true but in the moment was not very fun #it was nice to revisit this game after a week - thanks for giving me the excuse to get rambly!

[loveforpreserumsteve]

A Whole New Ballfield: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Thirteen:

Venturing up to the attic, Steve cut through the organized maze for the Hanukkah decorations. The holiday wasn't for another couple of weeks, but Bucky wasn't getting any younger and the weather wasn't going to get any warmer. So, now was the perfect time.

Well, once the alpha had returned home with Kit in tow, would be the perfect time.

However, instead of getting the boxes of holiday décor out, Steve was soon distracted by the kids' old stuff. All of their babies' childhoods were up there, carefully packed away on the second story of the house. Little clothes and well-loved toys. Bedding that they outgrew and hand-me-downs that were just too sentimental to pass onto someone new.

Taking a seat on the old rocking chair that used to reside in the triplets' nursery, Steve pulled one of the large tubs closer. Removing the dusty lid, he smiled at the many plush stuffed animals. Some were missing button eyes or had loose threads. Others had matted fur from sticker tattoos or stains from shared ice cream that never came out in the wash.

Steve picked up one of the toy kittens that had been Nevie's and held it close to his chest. All of the plushies had been washed before being stored away, but there were small traces of his pups' scents. Forever happy in their childhood and something that Steve wished he could bottle and keep forever. Especially now with all of them having presented.

Sighing, Steve tucked the stuffed animal back into its place, surrounded by dress-up costumes and old drawings that had once hung on the fridge. He knew that he'd stay up there for hours if he didn't finish getting what he was supposed to be getting.

"POPS?!"

A voice called from downstairs. Moving boxes off of the Hanukkah decorations, he replied, "UP HERE!"

Not long after, Finn peeked his head around the open door of the attic, "What're you doin' up here?"

"Thought it'd be better to decorate now," Steve shrugged, pushing one of the large storage tubs towards the entrance. "Ya know, before the snow comes."

"Also doesn't hurt to keep up with the Alans," Finn half-joked. The neighbors giving everyone a run for their money by decorating for Christmas the day after Halloween.

As Finn helped him move the tub across the doorway to the loft, Steve mocked, "What're you doin' up here?"

"Besides making sure you don't hurt yourself?" Finn gave his father a pointed look. Steve just returned the look with one of his own. And since Finn had learned the look from the omega, himself, there wasn't much that the twenty-four year old could do.

Nervously, Finn ran his hand through his tousled hair, making it even messier. Steve remained quiet, knowing that Finn had to open up on his own terms. It was how he had always been.

"I –" Finn started, but then stopped when he looked at the petite omega. Looking over to the loft and the hand-me-down loveseat that resided there, he suggested, "You should sit down."

Perking at the words as well as the tone, Steve didn't argue. Instead, he stiffly took a seat, growing nervous, himself. Finn took the seat beside him and angled his body so he could face his father.

"I-I... I, uh, I'm thinking –" Finn shifted, fidgeting with his dark gray slacks "– I want to ask Dani to marry me."

Brows arching high on his wrinkled forehead, Steve couldn't help the grin that broke out on his face, "Really?"

Nodding, Finn relaxed. A smile was on his face too when he realized that Steve seemed happy with the news. To confirm that he was – more than – happy, he pulled the young alpha in for a hug.

"Oh, gosh," Steve sniffled, feeling tears prickle at the corner of his eyes.

When they pulled back, Finn chuckled and kissed his cheek. Steve wasn't sure if he had ever seen the younger man so happy. And really, that was all that he ever wanted for each of his kids.

"And I was..." Finn paused, trying to find his words. "I was hoping that I could use Mimi Sarah's ring."

"Really?" Steve managed to choke out. Finn nodded again, and Steve wiped at the tears that overflowed from his eyes. "Yeah," Steve sniffled, "I couldn't think of a better person to have it."

Beaming, Finn pulled Steve in for a hug. Tucking the older man into his stronger, larger frame. These moments were always bittersweet for Steve. He loved that his kids had grown into compassionate, empathetic, good people who were still cuddle bugs. But he missed being the bigger one. Missed how they would sit on his lap and rest their heads on his shoulders.

When more tears started building in his eyes, Steve pulled away from the hug. Sniffling, "Let's go get you that ring before I completely dissolve into a puddle."

Finn's grin grew larger as he followed his pops downstairs to the main level of the house. Right there on Steve's heels as they entered the master bedroom and headed for the ensuite.

In the top left drawer of his side of the double vanity, Steve caringly lifted the velvet box. This was what Sarah had always wanted. For the ring to belong to someone who was loved and loved in return. And he was so extremely glad that he hadn't pawned it back when things were tough, because this was the next best thing than Sarah, herself, passing the ring on to her grandson.

Handing the ring to the eager alpha, Steve gave his hand a comforting squeeze, "I know she's going to love it."

"I hope so," Finn's smile turned softer, more private, but still just as genuine.

Trying to assuage any insecurities, Steve assured, "She will. She loves you. And this... this feels right."

"It does, doesn't it," Finn let out a breath of relief. "I've been thinking about this for months."

"Months? Goodness," Steve chuckled, giddy, "I didn't know it was this serious."

"Well, since we're being honest," Finn worried his lower lip with his teeth. Admitting, "I knew I wanted to marry her after the third date."

The tears overflowing, Steve good-naturedly swatted at his son, "Damn it, Finley Nathaniel! I swear, all of you must have some sick game to see who can make me cry the easiest."

"Oh, we definitely do," Finn deadpanned. "Right now, Ollie's in the lead, but I can't let him win that easy."

Steve half-heartedly shoved the twenty-four year old's broad shoulder for good measure. Not that Finn minded as he tossed his head back and chuckled, so relaxed and content in that moment.

Sniffling, Steve reminded, "I'm happy for you, cookie. Happy that you're happy."

Finn glanced down at the box and stroked the pad of his thumb over the velvet top, "Me too."

[bexisanidiot]

(Canon) Post Shadow Moses Bee facts cuz I'm bored and I feel angsty (long list + it's upsetting)

Tws: suicide, alcoholism

She thinned out, not a crazy amount but you can tell she thinned out.

She hasn't cut or dyed her hair since she hid away in the UK (so it's been like 18 to 20 years).

She has started to hallucinate Mantis as a little kid crying cuz she got mad at him during an argument they had before he died and she regrets those last moments where she snapped at him.

During their argument when Mantis told her "I'm not the damn kid and I never will be." (Referring to the kid she had due to Vietnam but never met it) She punched him over it and she hated herself for it ever since, sometimes you can see her just staring off into the hand she striked him with.

She now tends to be more careful or clingy to the people she cares about but she also seems a lot more cold and angry.

She still won't ever admit the fact she viewed Mantis as her son instead of her brother, even though Quiet is very aware of it-

Canonly, Bee refused to take Mantis' mask off before burying him cuz she understood how important it was to him plus she was afraid to do it. His face being covered was gonna haunt her enough.

She absolutely blames herself for everyones death even though there's no proof it was her entire fault.

She's been actively avoiding Alaska ever since Shadow Moses happened. Taking her to Shadow Moses or anywhere in Alaska would be an absolute hell for her.

She has tried to kill herself multiple times in many different ways, clearly failed.

She developed an alcohol addiction soon after going into the UK, doesn't wanna deal with her own feelings directly and just tries to drown them out (barely ever works).

She grieves for the others of course but obviously Mantis hit the worst. But she feels bad for Sniper Wolf cuz she was only 20 years old when she died. Bee believed Wolf had so much to do and learn before doing military stuff since she was so young, which is true.

Her twin sons Alan & Luke's birthday is February 28th.

She did have hope for the other members of FOXHOUND, she didn't want them to die. Except Ocelot, she knew his plan and hated him from the inside out.

She was most likely somehow sedated after discovering Mantis since they were aware she would've went on a massive murderous rampage. Possibly buried the members when she woke up and Ocelot already left.

She ofc runs over Cipher now, she treats all the soliders and other workers like family and shows genuine care & concern for them all. Some of the old foxhound soliders in mgs1 works for her now too!

She made a lil table shrine thing where she puts all her Mantis pictures directly and on the walls nearby, along along his childhood drawings. Sometimes late at night you can catch her talking to it in Czech/Russian.

#mgs #psycho mantis #mgs oc [bee] #mgs oc #metal gear oc #random thoughts #angsty #angst WOOO #foxhound #shadow moses incident #tw sui attempt #tw alchohol mention #she aint ok but she still silly