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sleepymccoy · 2 months

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An intimacy, a surprise

Chapter one: Rather a good pair

McCoy spun the lady, Heather, around comfortably. They were dancing well under a speed that would challenge him. She knew the steps, and when she stumbled she stayed with him enough that he could keep them moving until she found her feet. He rather suspected she was stumbling more than natural, given how much she laughed when he picked her up slightly.

It all reminded him of Joanna.

The song came to an end, Heather laughed breathlessly as he placed her back down on her feet. She was likely thirty years older than him, but her joy for life was stronger than anyone he regularly knew. She was as thin as they come, he hoped she lived for another century. He thanked her, kissed her hand, and left for the bar.

With a thin glass of bubbly in hand he surveyed the room. Couples moved across the floor at varying degrees of skill. Still, colourful and pretty.

As he scanned his focus caught on Spock. Spock, at the same damn conference as him. He could see why, novel biology was up both their alleys really. But it still annoyed him.

But Spock looked nice now, expressionless (per usual) but fixated on the spinning pairs revolving across the room. His eyes flitted from one to another, interest held entirely.

McCoy picked up a second glass and launched off from the comfort of the bar.

“Want to dance?” he asked as he stood next to Spock.

He didn't flinch, probably heard him approach with those finely tuned, pointy ears.

“I am attempting to learn the basics,” Spock said softly. He didn't take his eyes off the floor.

McCoy placed his spare glass down by the crumbed prawn canapes. Prawn. On Mars. Heavens above who would eat seafood so far from natural water?

McCoy followed Spock's gaze and found a rather showy pair. The man's silly long tux flew behind him as they spun.

“Well, you won't manage that watching them,” McCoy muttered.

“Oh?”

“Them? He's trained in tango, but she's trying for classic.” He took as sip and decided Spock's silence was curious, not bored. “He keeps raising his arms in the hold and it's throwing her off. They're good at dips, but she keeps losing her balance on the straight stretches because they're dancing different dances.”

Spock sniffed in sharply. “Are they all dancing differently?”

McCoy hummed, swallowing his mouthful. “Everyone's making it up. Those two -” he pointed across the room at who he meant “- might've done a class, but likely not. These two near us are good at a slow waltz, but as soon as it speeds up they get messy.”

Spock turned and faced him. McCoy followed suit, giving him his attention. Face to face like this they stood slightly closer than usual.

“What are the basic steps?” Spock asked.

McCoy put his half glass of bubbly down and held his arms out, one hand hovering over Spock's waist while the other waited for his hand. “Let’s box step. I'll lead.”

Spock moved slowly, then hesitantly placed his hand in McCoy's waiting one. Their fingers dragged against each other, with Spock's hand just resting on his, not holding.

McCoy took Spock's other hand and lifted it to his shoulder. “Put your hand here,” he said. Spock’s hand sat lightly on his shoulder, touching the edge of his collar. “And -” he sighed and pulled Spock by their joined hands, “a bit closer, please, Mr. Spock - let me take a hold you.”

Spock stepped in as directed, and McCoy placed his hand on Spock's waist. Spock tensed on contact, so much muscle in him.

“That's right,” McCoy breathed. He moved his hand to Spock's lower back, holding him solidly, and took his hand properly. “Do you feel stable?”

Spock frowned at him. “Of course.”

McCoy rolled his eyes. Never mind all that politeness, then. “Right,” he snapped. “Box step, follow me.”

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McCoy telegraphed his movements obviously until Spock got the swing of it, muttering vague encouragement and advice as he did.

Once they were moving smoothly he spoke. “Okay, look at me now.”

Spock looked up, glancing down every moment they took a step to ensure he followed.

“The steps aren't changing, Spock. Here-” he pulled Spock close, tugging him in by the waist. Their bodies pressed together firmly and, to McCoy pleasure and relief, Spock didn't withdraw.

He stepped the path of their dance slowly, exaggerating again. Spock followed with a breath of delay, keeping their thighs close. “You can feel what my legs are doing, yes?” McCoy whispered. “I'm pressed against you, so you don't need to see me move, you can feel it.”

They continued, Spock clinging to him like a coat of paint. Steadily they picked up speed, grace. A few times McCoy felt Spock move with a strength that was not helpful in someone meant to be following. McCoy would let it slide for now, but if they got up to spinning he was going to have to pull rank.

“What do you think?”

“There is more than just this.”

“Yes, but this is what we always return to,” McCoy said easily. “So you want it to be second nature. Is the amount of touch okay?”

Spock smirked. “Vulcan dance is far more intimate.”

“I recall you describing it before,” McCoy muttered. “Wouldn't've been my first guess. Knowing you, I've been left assuming all Vulcans are stuck up prudes.”

“Doctor, I must be allowed my eccentricities,” Spock said lowly, “but I am still Vulcan.”

“Don't I know it.”

Spock hadn't missed a beat as they spoke, he was quite the natural. Not that McCoy would tell him. “Want to try for a dip?” he suggested instead.

Spock raised his eyebrow. “You are in the lead.”

“Doesn't mean I'm in charge.”

They continued stepping together in perfect pattern.

“Yes, then,” Spock said.

McCoy talked him through it first. Spock's attention on him was absolute. “On the back step, the first we took, I'll turn you to the side. My hand will stay on your waist, but I'm letting go here.” As he spoke he released Spock's hand and placed his on Spock's trap.

“Your free hand goes to my shoulder, or wherever suits you. And then you dip. To the side. Do it shallow first so you know what coming out of it's like.”

Spock nodded. They reset their hands and continued to dance. McCoy muttered a warning, then turned them to the side. He pushed Spock back slightly, then kept his hands steady to show it was safe. Spock swayed back, his eyes unreadable on McCoy, then slowly returned to standing.

McCoy tried to keep the momentum of their dance, but there was something astounding in Spock's slow movement that broke the pattern. Still, they had to step. “And back into- there you are,” McCoy muttered. He cleared his throat. “Alright?”

“Indeed,” Spock said easily. “A simple process.”

McCoy kept the usual pattern for a few turns, letting Spock feel it as home.

It wasn't home, though, was it. This was McCoy's home, and Spock was doing well at it. McCoy grinned.

Perhaps it was time for him to step outside his comfort zone. Meet Spock halfway. Besides, all that talk of Vulcan dancing - he still couldn't imagine how Spock would embody it.

“You can be as Vulcan as you like about it, my dear,” McCoy said. “I can handle your culture.”

Spock simply raised his eyebrows.

“Going again,” McCoy warned, then stepped into position and swung Spock back.

Spock went far. His outer leg raised, dragging up along the outside of McCoy's thigh. McCoy had to bend into his lunge to keep balance as Spock leant back.

Spock stopped at the low of the dip, letting McCoy hold him. He trailed his hand down from McCoy's shoulder, dragging slowly down his arm.

McCoy realised he hadn't breathed and pulled Spock back to him. Spock righted himself at speed, almost destabalising McCoy as their chests slammed together.

One of Spock's legs pressed between his, forcing his thighs slightly apart. His other hand remained high and now slowly lowered to the ground. And Spock had, somehow, returned to him with a hand in McCoy's hair which echoed the slow downward drag of his leg, toying gently at his neck.

McCoy stepped forward with the leg between Spock's thighs, pressing into his crotch.

Spock's eyes flashed wish fiery curiosity. He straightened the mirrored leg out in line with McCoy's leg and took the step. McCoy kept him close, like orbits that couldn't split further apart now that they'd come near.

With a moment's hesitation, they took the next step, moving smoothly again. McCoy dragged his hand up Spock's back, feeling his muscles engage as they stepped familiarly. As he did, Spock's hand left his neck and traveled gently down his arm.

Spock gasped in a breath. McCoy turned his face in towards the sound and felt McCoy's skin on his lips. The air was hot here.

McCoy’s hand reached Spock's upper back, so he pulled around to his chest and pushed him into another dip.

Spock resisted for a moment, then went with the movement. His hand gripped McCoy's wrist as he lowered over McCoy's leg. They kept eye contact as Spock bent, and McCoy found himself leaning forward to stay close.

Spock came out of it slowly, and McCoy did some slightly clever footwork without really considering if Spock would keep up. He stepped over Spock, half spinning him to standing. Spock didn't keep up, but he let himself be pulled and placed standing.

They were close, as they tended to be in this dance, McCoy with a hand on Spock's back and another in his hair. Spock began to take McCoy's hand, crawling up from his wrist and pulling it from Spock's hair. McCoy clutched Spock's hand and pressed his other hand’s fingers into Spock's back muscle. He stepped forward, and Spock followed naturally backwards. They returned to the dance.

“You didn't warn me that time,” Spock breathed. His lips brushed McCoy's cheek when he spoke.

McCoy felt Spock's leg press against his thigh on one of the steps, leaving him slightly breathless. He was half hard, Spock was bound to know. He'd likely take it as a cultural compliment, knowing him. Contrary bastard.

“But you knew it was coming,” McCoy said. “We make rather a good pair.”

“We always have done, Doctor.”

McCoy laughed and felt it vibrate back to him through Spock's chest. How wonderful.

“I think we're terrible,” McCoy said.

Spock shook his head and straightened his posture, moving his mouth further from McCoy's. “You are disagreeing out of habit,” he said, his voice back to its usual unaffected way. It wasn't until he spoke now that McCoy realised how low and purring Spock's voice had become.

But he swallowed his interest and shrugged instead. “And you're just naturally condescending,” he said as blandly as he could. It didn’t sound particularly bland, he could hear the shiver in his throat coming through in his voice. Ah well, a man’s gotta try.

Spock smirked. He resisted McCoy's next step forward, bringing them to still. McCoy frowned sharply, then realised the music had been replaced with applause.

He let go of Spock's hand and stepped back. Someone was speaking into a squeaky microphone; the dancing had stopped. McCoy was breathless.

“Well done,” McCoy said quickly. He turned to the table and picked up his glass, downing the half of bubbly that remained. “We can revisit tomorrow night, maybe add spins?”

“Very good, Sir.”

McCoy faced Spock and took him all in. He was flushed, ears green. Gaze steady, but eyes bright. As McCoy looked he stood straighter.

“Night cap?” McCoy offered, his voice hushed as the speech onstage became a serious of slides presented with little commentary.

Spock glanced out at the room, then nodded.

McCoy picked up his remaining full glass of bubbly and led Spock out. “We'll have to sneak it back, I didn't bring a drink with me.”

Spock took the glass from McCoy smoothly and shrugged his long sleeve to cover it.

At McCoy's look he said, “No one questions a Vulcan.”

Well, sure. They nodded at the door attendant and made it to the lobby unchallenged.

“Cute, Spock.”

Spock made a noise of displeasure.

McCoy jabbed the elevator button and leaned against a column, watching the thoroughly innocent Vulcan.

Spock bit his lower lip, but kept his gaze steady on McCoy.

McCoy tilted his head to the side. He was going to kiss this man if something didn't change soon. That was a fucking shock. He breathed out and leaned his head against the column.

Spock broke the eye contact, swallowing hard and glancing up to the elevators current level, then over to a plant.

The lift bell sounded. McCoy laughed emptily, shook his head in disbelief, and slid into the elevator. Nothing had changed. Spock followed.

As the door closed McCoy went to him. His hand found Spock jaw first, his thumb at the corner of his mouth.

Spock went still, facing him, and McCoy continued the movement. He was a hairsbreadth from Spock when the fucker spoke.

“Doctor, they have cameras in the lifts here,” Spock gasped.

McCoy pulled back. What? He frowned. “They do?” he asked. He stepped back, glancing up for a sign of a camera. “What kind of surveillance state bullshit needs cameras in the lifts?” he muttered.

Spock's shoulders dropped. McCoy’s attention returned to him. “Wait, why don't you want to be seen with me on camera?”

Spock let out a sharp sigh. “I don't want to be seen doing anything on camera.”

McCoys head moved smoothly as he considered that, ending in a slow negative shake. “There are cameras on the Enterprise,” he disagreed.

Spock hesitated. His hand, the one not still subtly hiding McCoy's glass of bubbly, gripped the handrail. “I have never attempted to dance with you on board.”

McCoy nodded. He kept nodding as he thought.

Not on the Enterprise. That suited him quite well, really. Keep work at work.

He hadn't begun to dissect Spock's behaviour tonight, but this made sense in a way some deep seated romance didn't. He was surprised there was anything on Spock's part, but he wasn't shocked.

He wasn't going to even start on himself, though.

“Have I offended you, Doctor?

McCoy grinned sourly. “Whether private or public, Spock, dear, if you're thinking about kissing me you call me Leonard.”

Spock was quiet. The bell chimed and the doors slid open.

McCoy kept watching Spock. He needed something to go off, something to react to or he'd just get angry. But Spock simply left the elevator.

McCoy followed. “No, why the hell won't you kiss me on camera, hm?” he asked.

Spock turned his face towards McCoy once to indicate where his attention was. Their rooms, absurdly and coincidentally across from each other, were at the end of the long corridor.

“You object to my preference for privacy?” Spock asked, continuing to walk away quickly.

“Who's watching that'll care? On the ship, sure, but no one gives a fig about us here!”

Spock didn't respond. McCoy considered shouting at him, but decided he would probably not live that down.

They reached their shared end of the corridor. Spock opened his own door deftly and face McCoy.

“Are you coming in?” he asked.

“With an invitation like that, I'd prefer a lobotomy!” McCoy snapped. He turned and wrestled his own door open before Spock responded, slamming it behind him.

His body tingled with electric heat and anger. He groaned and raised his hands to his face. “Fuck.”

He was still fucking hard.

A couple of words occurred to him, and with them was an excuse to return. He threw his door open and strode across the hallway. Spock had left his door slightly ajar, McCoy was going to absolutely fuck him into the ground for that.

He let himself in and closed the door.

Spock stood at the window, lone wine glass on the table next to him. He turned silently and faced McCoy, his face again blank.

“I don't mind a one night stand,” McCoy snapped, “keeping it as quiet as you like, what I mind is the suggestion that you should be embarrassed to be found.”

“I do not feel embarrassment.”

McCoy waved his arms, immediately furious. “Liar!” He pointed at Spock. “More importantly, you feel desire.”

Spock shrugged. “That is physical.”

McCoy crossed the floor to him, aware that his tone was nearly a rant. “So’s embarrassment. And fear, and fucking joy when you get down to it.”

He drew up next to Spock, standing right by him. Spock turned slowly and met his gaze squarely.

“You let your emotions rule you more than the average human does,” Spock said. Bitchily. Like a little bitch.

McCoy swallowed, there was some emotion caught up in his throat. “Someone's got to make up for you,” he said. His voice was softer than he intended.

“I am not embarrassed,” Spock complained. “Why should I share such a moment with any other?”

McCoy frowned and swallowed again. He sighed heartily and glared at the corner of the room for a beat. Such a moment. Fuck.

“That was a bit romantic, Spock,” McCoy pointed out.

“No it wasn't.”

McCoy laughed, surprising himself with it. “You're disagreeing out of habit,” he snapped.

Spock raised his eyebrow. “And are you not condescending?”

McCoy grinned, irritation and lust both rising in him. “You piss me off,” he said forcefully.

“Like I say, a slave to your emotions.”

“Private enough for you in here?”

Spock’s eyes glanced at the door, then the window. “Yes.”

And so McCoy risked the universe, and kissed him.

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#spones #spones fic #man i hope the readmore is in an appropriate spot #so hard to gauge how long thisll be on mobile #i don't want ot give people an awful wall of text #but i also want to get to the point where they dance or you won't have the hook #grumble grumble #anyway theres 17 of 19 chpaters posted!#and the last two are posting in the next few days

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coldgoldlazarus · 14 days

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I got a message and I might finally get my Metroid Prime remaster game soon!! I'm curious though and i wanted to ask. What do you think is the best time of the day to play Metroid Prime 1 ?

I remember when i talked about playing Metroid Fusion at night you said that it was the best way to play it and same for Metroid Prime : Echoes. So what about Metroid Prime I ? Is it better to play it at day or night? (also on the big screen or little screen? Probably on the big screen but since I'm on the switch and i don't have access to the tv for my switch this weekend idk if I'll be able to play it on the big screen and i dun wanna wait any longer T__T )

Oh, sweet! :D

Prime 1, hmm. There's an intro section that's definitely best at night, as with a very lategame area. But on the whole, the rest of the time it's pretty good during the day. ^.^

Big screen is definitely recommended if and when available, especially on the remaster, but it's still pretty enjoyable in handheld mode (or tabletop with the kickstand, depending on the control scheme you use) too.

On that note, a couple other things maybe worth knowing going in, though I'll put them under a readmore so you can take or leave them as you wish:

The Remaster version specifically has four different control scheme options you can try out, depending on what you're going for. (And a bunch of adjustable settings within those, not quite full button remapping but still close.) One that's close to the gamecube original, one that uses gyro to emulate the Wii Trilogy release's motion controls, one that uses standard first-person-shooter dual-stick, and one that somehow hybridizes the latter two in some way I'll admit I'm not entirely clear on?

The gamecube option is probably best for an authentic-ish feel for how it played in 2002, but is also kinda limited. I personally swear by the Trilogy controls, and while the gyro is slightly clunkier, (needs frequent manual recentering due to the lack of an IR sensor to do that automatically, and due to the detatched joycons needs a table to set up at) I've still been having a really good time playing through using that. But I know a lot of people are used to the twin-stick setup, so if you don't vibe with motion controls, that might be your best bet?

Similarly, the game has a hint system (sorta like Fusion's waypoint markers where it tells you where to go without saying how to get there, just as a pop-up from the suit instead) but while it is on by default, it is optional in Prime, and can be turned off and on in the menu. It is very handy for if you get lost, but I at least find that it tends to pop up pre-emptively well before that point, so even back during my first-time playthrough on Trilogy I turned it off after a while, and only temporarily turned it back on once or twice for a clue when I was genuinely not sure where to go. Once again up to you either way, but I figured I'd let you know first so you can make an informed decision of whether you want it or not.

Finally, unlike the 2D games this one doesn't have any rewards tied to completion time, so there's no need to rush yourself here. Unless you want to anyway, I guess. XD But it does show an extra after-credits scene if you get 100% item completion, so that's something to keep in mind later, if you want to go for that.

#not a reblog #asks #metroid #metroid prime

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fluffle-writes · 3 months

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Hey fluffle, I'm a BIG fan of your Twisted Wonderland x Sky: Cotl! (Sorry if my english isn't good), and I have multiple questions. You don't have to answer all of them.

I have seen your post about nrc boy seeing the Aurora concert and I wonder if they also turned into light creatures since you know some of the song like "All is soft inside". The sky kid's turns into different creatures.

Also imagine the sky kid's playing in the Spelldrive tournament (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)!! Those little kiddos are going to be like

"It's our time to shine people!"

OMG!! Can't forgot how they can just grab the disk and fly towards the goal while dodging most attacks.

OH!! Imagine that one of the sky kids is really tall but wearing a chibi mask and when they take off the mask people are like "Wait! Your THAT Tall!!!"

I have a headcancon that the cape can be made by sky children only l, where they just like gathering wax and lights making it into threads then using something like loom to create a cape

Now! Imagine that the sky kids made capes for the Octavinelle trio since we all know what they are bad at flying

And I think that's all, if I have more I'll be going here since it's fun to share ideas with each other 😄

Hi! :D I'm so glad you like my little AU (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I'll put some stuff under a readmore 👍

I feel like, in an Aurora concert, the TWST boys wouldn't be experiencing it physically, but their soul or mind would be experiencing it if that makes sense? Like an out-of-body experience where they're all pulled in to experience a shared dream or memory.

So, they'd experience being in the different forms alongside the sky kids, and their bodies would physically remain in the stadium during each song - until the ending in the stadium!

Ahh the spelldrive tournament would be so fun! I feel like they'd be a force to reckon with after enough practice. Especially if one of them is practiced in krill dodging! The speed and finesse they have over their movements through the air would probably impress some of the sportier guys!

Ooh, the chibi mask surprise is fun to imagine! Like, imagine if a veteran with a chibi mask and a moth on the taller side ended up at NRC. The utter confusion when they explain that the taller of the two was, essentially, brand new to the concept of existence would be fun. (Haha Lilia and Malleus parallels)

And I love your headcanon for capes! That's a great take on how they'd work - the image of the magic of the candles transforming into something like threads and being interwoven is beautiful to picture! I can imagine that the capes could take a form based on the soul or magic of the wearer, and it 'locks' onto the first person it matches the energy of.

(E.g. Vil receives a cape made by a sky kid, and when he wears it, it connects to his magic and transforms to look as if it was a peacock train. It would also mean his flight stamina/number of wings is dependent on their magic level)

As for the octo trio - I feel like they wouldn't be too fond of the idea of flying with the capes lol. It'd probably feel less secure than having a solid broom to hold onto lmao. If the sky kids ever want revenge for their schemes in chapter 2, I can imagine them surprise kidnapping one of them by grabbing their hand and flying up into the air to float around with them because of the acrophobia lol.

AAA these were all really fun to think about! ＼⁠(⁠°▽⁠°⁠)⁠／ please feel free to share any more thoughts about the AU if you wanna, I love recieving asks about this AU (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst:cotl #twst cotl #sky x twst AU #twst:cotl AU

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inkblotsandpapertrails · 1 year

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Hello! I love your writing, especially ur OHSHC stuff! I feel like you captured all the characters really well <3 Everyone feels so alive! Feel free to ignore this request, but I would love to hear about ur headcannons for your Unstoppable Series between the reader and the host club! Or just your ideas in general. I'm so in love with your work and I'm so excited to see what else you'll create! It's always worth the wait (♡´𓋰`♡)

oh my goodness that is... so incredibly sweet i'm gonna cry. my little heart. thanks so much anon that's really nice to hear. i kinda fell off the ohschc train for a while but i had ideas for that kyoya fic and i want to deliver them. and this is a really good question! so hopefully it'll get me back into the swing of things - but hey we all know i take fucking forever to write so i wont go getting anyones hopes up, i'll just answer your question :) this got kinda long so i'm gonna put it under a readmore uwu but i hope you enjoy!

so the current atmosphere between the reader and the hosts is,,, difficult. each of the hosts have their own very specific outlooks on the world shaped by their own very specific experiences, so none of them are really doing the Right Thing in this scenario - but you can't really blame them for that. mostly.

for the hitachiins, the important thing to note is that they are very much spoiled rich kids who spent the majority of their lives ignored and left to their own devices. we know they're pretty unempathetic to other people because that's just the way they were raised - they were the only two people they could recognize as Real People, and everyone else was just a plaything. that's changed throughout the anime - they're more empathetic to others and care deeply for their friends - but they're still just as selfish, as we've seen in the b&b arc. they don't want their friends to leave them, so they either cling on too tight (kaoru) or push their friends away before they can (hikaru).

hikaru knows from the moment the reader shows up that you do NOT want to be in the host club - now that IS a fairly normal reaction, the club's got kind of a slanderous reputation around school since it is literally just paying to date people, but the host club is his and kaoru's haven. it's what brought them a proper family. so he doesn't really like seeing someone there when they clearly don't want to be there - it just feels like an insult, both to him and the club (and maybe because he sees some of his old self in the way you push away tamaki and the rest of them, as well). so, as he did with haruhi when they first arrived, he wants to torment the reader and push you away until you inevitably leave, because hey, you don't want to be here and you're just gonna leave at some point anyway, so why not speed up the process? kaoru's intentions aren't quite as malicious - i think it's just another one of those 'well, hikaru's doing it, and i do what hikaru does' things (poor boy does not have a solid grasp of his own identity yet). but it is also partially that kaoru is very scared of letting people get close to him now that he and hikaru are beginning to distance themselves from each other (this is all vaguely post-anime canon). not quite as much as hikaru, but he doesn't really wnat to get attached to you.

(unfortunately, neither of them were expecting the reader to snap quite so badly. they figured you'd just storm out and not come back - they were not expecting tears. and when you said 'if this is how you're gonna treat me, i'm better off being at home'... well no spoilers but that's gonna stick with them.)

tamaki is,,, difficult for me as a writer because he feels things a LOT and i do not know how to capture it. but i imagine in the process of meeting the reader he's gone from one extreme to the other. he's eager to have a new member, and i'm sure he can see that 'something' about you that he saw with the twins and honey and kyoya, so yeah, he's very excited. probably rattling off costume ideas for 8 people, probably factoring an extra person into the budget, probably trying to find out what colours suit you and what your favourite snack is and etc etc (he is CLINGY, sue him). but then when you break down he's probably in the opposite of that extreme. i imagine he really laid into the twins - not his typical show-boating speeches, but an actual seething 'what the hell is wrong with you' scolding (he is a good dad. he doesn't let shit slide), and is really fixating on the comment about your homelife. tamaki cares a lot and has very little boundaries so i imagine he's trying his very hardest to fix everything (even if it violates your privacy - he's... trying. he's not good at it but he's trying).

haruhi is just downright furious. you seemed really chill, and they could probably see that you've been feeling lost and alone, like they did before they found the host club. i think they really wanted you to stay and have a good time and maybe find a little niche you could fit into, because while haruhi knows that the guys are overwhelming, they also know that the guys care deeply for their friends and would do anything to make a person they loved feel happy (even if they get it wrong most of the time). and now the twins have ruined that, and so has kyoya honestly, and none of the other guys stopped them so fuck them too!! so yeah i imagine haruhi laid into all of the guys (the twins and kyoya are the most responsible, yes, but we all know that when haruhi is mad everyone is gonna pay for it) and is now giving all of them the iciest of silent treatments (except honey).

honey is more perceptive than he seems, so i imagine he feels quite similarly to haruhi. he probably saw something in you that he felt back when he was a haninozuka to the bone - like you were being forced into someone elses place and desperately needed a thing that was yours, and no one elses, where you could be entirely yourself. and now the twins went and made you cry, and kyoya was being really mean the whole time, and honey's very upset about the whole thing. not quite haruhi's 'yell at everyone and then silent-treatment' upset, but he's very tearful and is currently refusing to speak to the twins.

mori is once again difficult for me (he's like the opposite of my tamaki problem). he doesn't know you very well but i imagine he wants to look out for you the way he does with haruhi. he's not quite murderously angry, but he is extremely disappointed in the twins, and while he's not going to try anything with kyoya, it's fairly obvious that he's not entirely happy with how kyoya handled things with you. for now he's just comforting honey.

kyoya is. well. no spoilers but he had his own reasons for roping you into the club. he is not immune to curiosity - he likes to know things and he likes to be correct, which is why it frustrates him when things don't act the way they're supposed to. that's the most nonspoilery way i can say why he wanted you in the club while also wanting to torment you a little - sometimes you need to dissassemble something to understand it. it's all very clinical and sociopathic but that's kyoya. but even kyoya's not immune to emotions (even if he likes to pretend that he is) and you're defying pretty much all his expectations and behaving in ways that just don't make sense to him, as well as making him think things that he can't understand just yet, which is obviously going to frustrate him (because no matter how serious he tries to act that boy has the mentality of a toddler trying to solve a rubiks cube). so he definitely doesn't like you just yet (it's enemies to lovers deal with it) but he's intrigued by you, and that's saying a lot for kyoya - and while he wants to figure you out, he's no longer going to break you to do so, which, again, is saying a lot for him.

man this was fun. i love talking about my wips, it's what helps me the most when it comes to writing, but alas i am not immune to cringe and i would rather die than talk to my friends about my x reader blog, so asks like this are really helpful for me! thanks anon, youre a sweetheart and this made me really happy :)) i hope you like the answer you got!!

#ohschc #ohshc x reader #kyoya ootori #kyoya ootori x reader #unstoppable force immovable object #headcanons #anon #ask

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izzyfromdeadspace · 9 months

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This is written for @blank-vessel about their muse L and his life being taken and warped by the church of unitology and a dark eldritch god. The song is 'Jeasus he loves me' by Ghost. Putting under a readmore due to the length that it may turn out to be.

The saint had been found and the church gave a grand celebration. For weeks they threw parades and parties to show their faith and to try and draw in more people into their faith. For the longest time they kept his identity a secret to drum up more hype. Glimpses were leaked and rumors went wild. People were whipping themselves up into a frenzy just trying to see the man who would bring their god to them. It all culminated in the day that he was to be finally revealed to the masses.

You see the face on the TV screen?

Coming at you every Sunday

You see the face on the billboard?

That man is me

The saint had to have certain characteristics to prove that he was the chosen one. His hair was to be white and flowing like the last breath upon a grave. He had to bleed blacker than the void and cause miracles with it. And then his eyes. They had to hold the sorrows of the world within them to show the humility of humanity and give hope to the world that they could be forgiven. It had taken years but they'd finally found him. After purchasing him from his parents he was sent straight into training.

The saint was schooled on how to behave in public. How to hold himself, how to dress, how to listen to his flock and give the proper prayers of absolution. Countless amounts of credits were spent to make his body perfect in every way. Any genetic deformities and diseases were wiped away thanks to an unlimited bank account and doctors who worked for money not ethics. As the day approached for the reveal he was told how to present himself and what the rules were to keep him in line.

You must dress proper to your station so as to not be mistaken for the common folk.

You must always keep the weight of sorrow upon your shoulders and in your eyes. Show the people that you carry their sins to save them.

Listen to their stories and prayers. Offer them peace and direct them to the church for absolution.

Denounce the nonhumans as abhorrations of our god. Only those pure of blood will be allowed to commune with our god and ascend to eternity.

Any donations are to be given to the church to help expand its reach.

The saint does not lower himself to the lusts of the flesh. He is to remain pure so his flesh can change to the will of our gods not the will of man.

On the cover of the magazine

There's no question why I'm smiling

Buy a piece of paradise

And you buy a piece of me

The day arrived to reveal the saint and everyone waited with baited breath. Expecting a godly form to emerge there was confusion when the saint emerged wearing black jeans, a black hoodie with a skull on it and heelies. The crowd would whisper and mutter in shock as he began grabbing random people and taking selfies. The smile he wore seemed almost maniacal. He carried himself as if he were weightless and moved through the crowd with no rhyme or reason. He ignored the wealthy and just seemed to have his own agenda.

I'll get you everything you wanted

I'll get you everything you need

You don't need to believe in hereafter

Just believe in me

"Oh that's fucked man." He listened to their stories and prayers as if forced. Making faces he just kept cracking open cans of monster and chugging them as if he didn't wish to speak to his flock. More often than not he'd walk away mid sentence and just start checking things out. He made fun of paintings in the church and had several removed as he claimed they didn't meet the will of their god. Yet no matter how much they asked he refused to show proof of his connection.

It all came to a head during one of the ceremonies when someone demanded that he give them some sign that he was the chosen and not some amalgamation of their version of the antichrist. The saint wasn't given a choice as he was brought to the marker and forced to touch it. As it lit up he began to choke and scream before he went silent. As they all prayed and began prostrating themselves they didn't notice how he began to change. They were all blind to how the world just seemed to get a little bit darker.

His hand seemed glued to the marker as his fingertips became black and his nails were pushed out to be replaced with claws. His mouth bled black ichor as human teeth were replaced with sharpened ones made for tearing flesh. His ears seemed to stretch out into points resembling an elfs. A sickening crack came from his back as a long bone like tail grew out and its bladed tip gleamed in the red light. Eyes once green flecked with brown turned black and red with a slitted pupil. His blood began rotting his clothes off as the doors all slammed closed and locked.

'Cause Jesus, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

I've been talking to Jesus all my life

Oh yes, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

And he's been telling me everything is alright

They began to whisper in awe seeing their saint change and begin floating above them. Blissful whispers turned to gasps of fear as his lips split apart to reveal his true grin and caused blood to flow freely down his chin. A seam appeared along his collarbone that moved down to his hips. As it spread open to reveal a mouth the screaming began.

Some started to tear themselves apart in a frenzy as others tried to escape. All those blessed by the blood became animals and the dead began rising. Bodies twisted and malformed they became beasts made to tear apart and kill all the living bodies around them. As the saint floated there seeming to feed upon their suffering their prayer and begging voices were mostly ignored.

A few wishing to escape all this were pulled in and consumed slowly. Those still alive watched in horror as their so called brothers and sisters slowly disappeared into the maw of their saint with sickening crunches and waves of blood. By the end the entire temple was turned into a graveyard patrolled by the dead whose entire purpose was to harvest suffering and flesh for their god.

I believe in the family

With my ever-loving wife beside me

She doesn't know about my girlfriend

Or the man I met last night

The slaughter wasn't on the front pages of the tabloids for long as the scandals started. Pictures of the saint started to appear showing him in bed or dating nonhumans. There was speculation that he was dating several people at once from how often he'd be caught sneaking out of their homes. It was hard to keep up with where he was coming or going from and it led to a bit of an outrage. People began standing up and demanding answers. Their saint was supposed to be the perfect vessel for their god. With his body twisted and formed into something nonhuman it led to a break in the church.

Do you believe in God?

'Cause that is what I'm selling

And if you wanna go to heaven

Well, I'll see you right

He began to do commercials and propaganda for the church after awhile. It was assumed that all proceeds would go to the church and to memorialize those who died during the awakening ceremony. A new main temple needed to be built as the last had become a graveyard and contaminated. Yet after each show or gig he did the money would disappear and nonhuman charity's would suddenly gain large anonymous donations overnight. It led to many higher ups in the church to call to have their saint collared and retrained.

You don't even have to leave your house

Or get out of your chair

You don't even have to touch that dial

'Cause I'm everywhere

His face graced the covers of magazines and posters. From pamphlets to promotional ads to brand advertising he would be seen everywhere. It was hard to go five feet without seeing the saint doing some sort of act. One one magazine he was interviewed for his thoughts on church politics. On another he was interviewed on what he imagined his perfect partner would be. From religious propaganda to sexual deviancy inserts he had a stranglehold on the plant. Despite his appearance and lack of holy divine glow people still wanted to know about him, see him, own him and to become him.

'Cause Jesus, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

I've been talking to Jesus all my life

Oh yes, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

And he's been telling me everything is alright

He disappeared suddenly out of the public eye. Rumors went wild from sudden inhuman love children to being captured by a cult and held hostage. Rewards were posted around to try and garner clues as to where he'd gone. The police and military bounty hunters scoured the cities trying to find any clue as to where he'd gone. They uncovered some old papers about the church's methods on creating the saint and the news went wild. Stories began being pumped out about the saint being a lab created being and not truely chosen by their god. People were debaing if lab grown beings could be considered people. The topic raged on for months as the hype never seemed to die down.

Won't find me practicing what I'm preaching

Won't find me making no sacrifice

But I can get you a pocketful of miracles

If you promise to be good, try to be nice

God will take good care of you

Just do as I say, not as I do

They never seemed to check the forests as who would be stupid enough to risk disappearing into their depths. If they had they would have found him rooming up with the last of the Nova's. They'd taken him in despite who he was but treated him like a normal person. Instead of asking for prayers and to be blessed they asked him to pull his weight. Where he once might be baptizing babies he was now harvesting vegetables and joining in on hunts to gather meat. Where he'd be getting interviewed and slapped onto any surface that sells he was asked to pick up after himself and keep it in his pants.

After several months he seemed to be really close to the endling of the Nova's and clung to her side. She warned him that if they were ever caught she'd be forced to be either sacrificed or taken by the church as another way to control him. But he didn't seem to care. And after awhile she didn't either. They had each other.

I'm counting my blessings

And I've found true happiness

'Cause I'm getting richer, day by day

You can find me in the phone book

Just call my toll free number

You can do it any way you want

Just do it right away

Their hapiness lasted two years before it caught up to them. During one of their dates they'd strayed too close to a campsite and he'd been recgonized. The humans had gone back to the city and informed the church who sent bounty hunters after him. They both fought tooth and nail to keep the life they'd made together. The humans had taken enough from the both of them and it just wasn't fair. It seemed like they'd actually pull it off until one of the hunters pulled out a marker and stabbed him with it. His eyes seemed to grow dark and he'd yelled at her to run. As he watched her run off the consequences of their actions came to fruition.

There will be no doubt in your mind

You'll believe in everything I'm saying

If you wanna get closer to him

Get on your knees and start praying

He didn't seem to fight them after that and had just become eerily silent. It was far too easy to bring him back to the city and into the hands of the church. They wasted no time cleaning him up to once again have their golden child, their saint, to control the masses. As they cut his hair and trimmed his claws he didn't react. They stripped away years of freedom and love from his flesh. It wasn't until someone complained about the glittering dust caked around his heart that he moved for the first time.

Crushing their jaw he stared deep into their eyes and kept his face emotionless. Voice hollow he demanded that they shut up and stop trying to erase her. Shoving the human hard they went flying and hit the wall with a sickening crunch. Taking a deep breath he moved back into his original position and let the others resume what they'd been doing. After months of reconditioning and an attempt at breaking his will he seemed ready to be reunited with the public.

Once again there were parades and parties. A large stage was erected in the center of the town for a great event where he'd be speaking. Dressed in the proper robes he was marched out and the public worshiped him just as they had before. If anything his absence had created an even more powerful cult that had strangled the city in it's grasp. As he stood before the crowd they'd see him smile.

'Cause Jesus, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

I've been talking to Jesus all my life

Oh yes, he knows me

And he knows I'm right

And he's been telling me everything is alright

As the leader of the church addressed the crowd in an epic speech he ended by telling them all that they could now see their saint at any time and that he was a perfect vessel for their god. As they all clapped the saint's smile just continued to grow. Flesh began to split and blood rushed down his chin. Robes once pristine now began to blacken and rot away.

In one quick movement he grabbed the leader by the head and was upon him. People watched in horror as the eyes were sucked from his head. They seemed frozen as he turned the man to face the masses and shoved a hand into his back. The cameras would pick up seeing a mass rise up through his body until it reached his head and he began to choke on his own blood. Using him like a puppet the saint made him speak using his own voice.

"And now the time has come to worship our god made whole. Rip off your flesh and embrace the agony!"

With a laugh the saint pulled his hand free and stood before them all nearly naked. The seam had returned and it burst open in a spray of black blood that covered the first few rows of people. As they began to change and rip each other apart chaos erupted. Those not tainted or blind by devotion attempted to run but didn't get far. Shadows erupted from every corner and began to drag people down into them as they screamed. Bodies were broken and melted into a paste that was sucked into the earth. The dead began rising in twisted broken forms.

Everyone watching the broadcast would be attacked in their homes and none were spared. As the sun began to set entire suburbs remained dark and lifeless. The saint just floated above them all feeding on the suffering and chaos. He devoured tjwir their bodies and began ripping apart the very city around him. Buildings rotted and flowed into his gaping maw until the entire city was gone. The earth in his wake was black and diseased. It rotted and spread like a fungus as if to begin to consume the entire world.

They had their saint.

'Cause Jesus he knows me

Jesus, he knows me

When all that remained was darkness he seemed as cold as the void around him. Staring into eternity his gaze was drawn to a small blue speck in the distance. Body closing up and returning to normal he seemed to fly to her. Frozen in the depths of the void his Nova lay crystallized and glowing. Soft blue light seemed only to illuminate the immediate area around her. As he seemed afraid to reach out she moved. Eyes opening up she gazed upon him and that love he'd thought gone shone back at him. As her light finally reached him she smiled.

#stories for friends #dead space #song fic #tw dark topics #tw abuse #tw gore #tw death #tw blood #tw eye trauma

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roukabi · 1 year

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if you're still into hadestown id love to hear more details of act II in your broadway x nytw au :)

OHHH ANON DEAREST....... YOU’VE ACTIVATED MY INFODUMP CARD!

ok ok first of all i am so sorry for my incessant videnoirposting, rest assured i am still very very into hadestown and I Will become normal again! and i have a backlog of ht-related art to finish lol.

Second.... BOY OH BOY DO I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY NYTW x BWAY AU!

(for the uninitiated: for the longest time i've had this nytw x broadway au, called the “Old Song” au, in which nytw orpheus becomes a very sad ghost and haunts the present (broadway) orpheus. Meanwhile, nytw Eurydice and bway Eurydice find each other in Hadestown and try to help each other 'survive'. I’d recommend reading the first part, otherwise the rest of this post won’t make much sense. I'll drop the link in a rb.)

(And I'm putting this under a readmore, because this is gonna get long.)

Now there are a few things I forgot to mention in that post, one of them being what this whole AU is actually about. Greek tragedy says that, despite what we (the audience) desire and what we understand, the characters will still fail. And that's alright. Life goes on, sometimes for the better. It's awful, but it's not the end.

In this AU, we're past having the characters try and fail. And y’know, it wasn't the end for them, either! Their failures mattered then, and they will now! Orpheus and Eurydice's futures will still go on whether they want them to or not!

But... because they are worlds apart, with (seemingly) no other way of reuniting and having the happy ending they desired... does that leave any hope for either of them?

This leads me to another theme of Hadestown, and the one I'm focusing on in this AU: despite everything, there will always be hope. It might take a while to see it, but it's always gonna be there. And how this AU is gonna work out is that we'll see this hope manifest in some characters (bway Orpheus, nytw Eurydice), how the lack of hope manifests in others (nytw Orpheus, bway Eurydice), and how all of that is subject to change as the characters grow. Somehow, though, they'll all have to cling onto that hope - that struggling dream of a better future - if they want to finally build a better life.

enough cringe talk about themes let's get some found family in this house

Soo.... Act II! I'm gonna start a bit ahead, where the first post left off: the Orphei are traversing the underground, and nytw Eurydice is giving bway Eurydice refuge.

Anyway, where we last left off, the Orphei have made it to the underworld! bway Orpheus kind of broke the Wall, which nytw Orph (nicknamed Ghost in this AU to make things easier, and to let nytw Orph distance himself from his past life) takes as good sign. If he can get past the wall like that by singin' a little tune, then the rest of the journey will be a cinch!

...It was not, in fact, a cinch.

Everything in Hadestown is Really loud, Really bright, and Really unfriendly to trespassers. Bway Orpheus gets overwhelmed very quickly and nytw Orph gets frustrated - he knows this place already, and also knows that strolling in during daytime hours is a one-way ticket to death (see Hermes's advice in Wait for Me).

They end up hiding in some abandoned worker cabin for the rest of the day, a rather unproductive start to their journey.

It's not helping matters that the Orphei had quite the argument back during Chant - nytw Orpheus got after bway Orpheus for not helping Eurydice, and it got to the point where he deliberately tried to break bway Orpheus's optimism so that he'd "wake up" and "finally try to be useful"... yes he was projecting, no it was not fun, yes it is still eating at him, and Yes, their relationship is... pretty strained right now. As if bway Orpheus's self-esteem wasn't already garbage.

This isn't the case for the Eurydices though! They're chilling in the house nytw Eurydice borrowed from Persephone + are escaping work quotas. The bad news is that they're content with sharing a name, which is kind of frustrating to try and write. Oh well!

Anyway, bway Eurydice finds it nice to have someone who actually understands her. Not that Orpheus wasn't understanding, he really, really, was, but he just didn't see the world the way she did. And nytw Eurydice can talk to someone who hasn't lost their head to the mines + machines! So yeah they hit it off real fast.

Eventually, though, bway Eurydice asks how the other managed to get stuck in Hadestown for so long. Nytw Eurydice stiffens. Frowns a bit. She stares at the floor for a beat or two before telling her that she doesn't know. Forgot.

She does know. She knows that it could probably happen to bway Eurydice, too, given all their similarities. But she's not going to be the one to break this new girl's spirit.

It's a vow that nytw Eurydice makes around the same time nytw Orpheus does, too. bway Orpheus isn't sleeping, and whether it's the noise outside the cabin walls, or the sneering voices in his head, nytw Orph doesn't really want to know.

That poor kid. He'd been nothing but kind to nytw Orpheus, trying to make his (after)life more bearable, a little more colorful - and nytw Orpheus had the gall to tear him down. He wouldn't have dared to hurt him if he were his old self.

It's just that bway Orpheus doesn't know how the world really is. Hadestown was cruel, and its brainwashed people wouldn't stop at hunting him down. Hades wouldn't let Eurydice go - not without an impossible price to pay. Nytw Orpheus didn't want to crush his successor's hopes by telling him all that.

And yet, he kind of... did.

Damn it.

He’s got to be better toward that boy. For both their sakes.

The nytw duo realizes that, despite what happened to them before, they can’t let it interfere with the future of the bway duo. There’s still a chance for things to turn out, and after all, they aren’t the ones with something to lose.

However, not everyone in this story has this mindset. There’s still one more thing I really forgot to mention in the last post...

Because of her appearance in both NYTW and Broadway Hadestown, Jessie Shelton’s fate, Clotho, is here to add even more conflict! What about her sisters? uhhhhhhhh don’t worry about it lol they’re fine. She’s with the bway Lachesis and Atropos, but this is likely to change.

Clotho’s not pleased with the trajectory of this story. It was her job to keep it from changing, and now her #1 enemies are coming around to throw wrenches in her plans? Well. If she’s going to clean up the messes they’re making, she might as well have fun with it.

Clotho ends up terrorizing all four heroes, but really the bway duo, and mostly bway Orpheus because in the end, it's his actions that will determine the outcome of the story. The nytw duo is Very Much Not Happy with Clotho’s existence and they get very protective of their counterparts whenever she shows up.

bway Orph tries really hard to guard nytw Orph from her, knowing their history and all. It doesn’t really work, but he tries!

(Clotho does, at one point, threaten to kill bway Orph if the Orphei continue their journey. Remember this.)

The Eurydices learn more about each other the more questions bway Eurydice asks - Do you think your Orpheus is looking for you? Is he down here? Will everyone forget about me, too? Different words, all asking the same thing: Is there a chance for me to get out of here?

bway Eurydice tries not to show it, but she’s scared. She has no idea what she’s gotten herself into, and she’s desperate for a ray of hope.

Nytw Eurydice tries her best to reassure her, but sometimes she just can’t answer.

bway Eurydice does ask if the other workers could break free of Hadestown’s brainwashing. Nytw Eurydice thinks it’s possible.

Meanwhile, the Orphei have taken to sleeping during the day and moving at night - to keep from getting caught. bway Orpheus isn’t handling this well, nor is he handling the constant overstimulation, the paranoia of being an ‘outlaw’, all the pain and horrors inflicted on Hadestown’s people, Clotho being Clotho, etc., and one night he just... breaks down. He never thought the world could be this cruel.

Luckily for him, though, a certain someone who understands exactly what he’s going through sits down with him. Lets him vent. Gives him a hug.

Nytw Orpheus finally apologizes to the boy for his distance, and convinces him that not everything is awful; they have each other, and the very reason Nytw Orpheus is down with him is that he cares about bway Orph and wants to protect him.

It’s here that bway Orpheus starts to smile again.

From that night on, things are a little better. Sure, all the terrible things mentioned 4 bullet points ago still exist, but now the Orphei are joking between one another, collaborating on songs, and climbing the petrified trees scattering Hadestown’s landscape.

And for the Eurydices, life-after-death is getting... almost bearable?! Nytw Eurydice made the other a notebook of all her surface memories, just in case, and it’s not like either of them stopped singing. They’ll go out and check if one of their Orphei is out there. Sometimes they’ll just talk for hours about whatever the Memory of the Day is.

For the first time in decades, there's a sound so sweet and clear against the echoes of steel on stone: laughter is heard in the realm of Hades.

A month or two pass, and neither party has found the other. It’s around this time when the bway duo wonders about their companion’s past.

It’s a topic that sickens the nytw duo, but they figure it’s time to talk about what happened. Time to show where all these mental - and in some cases, physical - scars came from.

After nytw Orpheus turned, Eurydice was almost immediately offered sanctuary by Persephone, who took pity on her. Eurydice took it, as long as she didn’t have to see Hades ever again.

She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t upset with Orpheus. She was actually pretty bitter about him for months, before she came to terms with how powerless they both were in that situation.

However, time wore on, and the mini-revolution Eurydice + Orpheus created fell further into obscurity. Less workers remembered what happened that fateful night. And then, to Eurydice’s dread, not even the gods knew who she was anymore. Afraid of losing herself, Eurydice hid by herself most of the time, alone with her memories in the old goddess’s house. At least without Hades knowing her, she couldn’t be tracked.

For Orpheus... well, he definitely didn’t receive a hero’s welcome upon returning to the surface. Wholly blamed for the loss of his wife, Orpheus, too, hid himself from the public. His relationship with Hermes soured as he pressured the poet to move on. It wasn’t just a shift in the people, either - in the rare times when Orpheus played music, his songs were so sorrowful that nature herself turned gray, and wept. Believing the change in Orpheus to be a curse, the townspeople banished him. Not that Orpheus had any time to grieve - he had brought upon himself the fury of the Maenads, whose courtship he refused. They slaughtered him by the river and threw his bones into the current. (Hermes found them, but never told Eurydice.) Orpheus woke up as a ghost, stuck on the surface with his guitar. No longer could he be seen, heard, or touched by mortals. Not that they’d want to find him, anyway, Orpheus thinks.

All four members of this Songbird Quartet are in tears by the time the tales are told.

It’s also worth mentioning that both nytw Orpheus and Eurydice conveniently left out the part where Orpheus turns.

It’s also also worth mentioning that nytw Orpheus takes off his red jacket for the first time since death, letting bway Orph see the extent of the Maenad’s brutality.

The strangest thing happened to the nytw duo, though: things started getting much better for them once the bway duo came into their lives. Orpheus is finding his hope again and Eurydice has found meaning in her afterlife. Through the tragedy, something good did happen.

(... uh, little side note: I really hope y’all are catching on that the relationships between Orphei and Eurydices... are platonic in a brother/sister sense. I mean, I can’t stop you from shipping them, i guess, but romance isn’t what I’m aiming for... that’s all.)

A n y w a y , what ho! After months of searching, bway Orpheus gets the biggest smile on his face upon seeing his beloved Eurydice creeping through metal stacks surrounding Hades’s mansion (it’s work hours). The Orphei agree to split up for a bit: bway Orpheus reunites with Eurydice, while nytw Orph makes a quick last look for his own lover.

He travels a little far, and then farther, getting increasingly desperate. Where is she? Was he never meant to find her? Is she on the other side of Hadestown? Where is she now?

Panic and heartache spark in his chest and he starts to call her name into the expanse.

“...Orpheus?”

The voice is from behind. Orpheus won’t dare turn around. Not again.

She knows this. She knows his posture, too, and the shape of his hands - which are shaking. She comes up to his side and takes one before facing him. Tears are already spilling over his cheeks.

“It’s you.”

Tears threaten to spill on Eurydice’s cheeks, too.

“It’s me.”

yayyyy they’re together again! it’s really sappy and they keep apologizing to each other for everything. It’s a little sad when Eurydice puts a hand on Orpheus’s scarred face but that’s neither here nor there.

But woe! the happy reunion is cut short when a loud, booming voice shakes the songbirds’ cores:

“Young man!”

Eeeheeeheheeehee

the nytw duo, realizing that their sibling is now in Huge Danger, rush to Hades’s mansion. There stand a stricken bway Orpheus, a dreading bway Eurydice, Persephone, Hades, Hermes, workers... and the Fates.

There’s a moment of “woah everyone’s here” as the Songbird Quartet recognizes one another.

Hades and Persephone don’t recognize nytw Orph, which is great for some reasons and terrible for others.

Hades tells bway Orph that Eurydice can’t go back - she signed the deal, and sold her soul. Orpheus, horrified, looks at her, and Hades... and nytw Orph, who was too afraid to tell him.

Nytw Eurydice, on the other hand, stares down Clotho with a ‘what the fuck do you want’ look. Clotho just smiles.

Hey, so, remember when I told you that Clotho threatened to kill bway Orpheus if they kept looking for Eurydice? Well.........

Hades calls upon the workers to drive bway Orpheus out. Unfortunately, though, Clotho has also given them the order to kill. Her word isn’t questioned: If Fate wishes it, then it shall be so, after all.

Clotho + her sisters nab bway Eurydice. Two workers restrain nytw Orpheus, who, while not knowing what exactly will happen to bway Orph, can deduct from Clotho’s threat that it won’t be good, and begs Hades to spare the boy. Nytw Eurydice, still wearing worker clothes and remaining undetected, sneaks out of the fuss and creeps behind the mansion (if we are thinking of the stage setup, where everyone is kind of in a circle, the nytw duo are on the opposite side from where the Fates + bway Eurydice are).

Workers circle bway Orpheus, and he gives nytw Orpheus one last terrified look before the first strike lands.

Now, we all know nytw Orpheus as a guy who’d have no problem throwing hands during Papers. Except this Orpheus has been ruined by his past, and freezes up when he sees the mob attack bway Orpheus. There are screams in his ears that aren’t there, the smell of metal, blood and wine, and a thousand terrible scenes in his head. It’s too much for him to watch.

...But the very reason nytw Orpheus is down here is because he cares about his newfound brother and wants to protect him. It was the one thing he promised to do.

So god damn, what was he doing?

Something snaps in him and he tries once again to wrestle his arms away from the workers holding him back. They don’t budge - nytw Orpheus’s strength is his words, not his muscles.

But then a low thud sounds against nytw Orpheus’s ears, and the hold goes loose.

“Go!” cries nytw Eurydice, wielding a shovel and slamming its head against the other worker’s. “I’ll get Eurydice!”

nytw Orpheus gives a quick nod of thanks to his lover before rushing up to bway Orpheus, grabbing a pickaxe on the way.

Bway Orpheus has tried to flee the pack, but they keep catching him and throwing him down. He’s exhausted, he’s injured, and they aren’t letting up. One of the workers - the largest one in the mob - raises a pick. Orpheus can’t get himself off the ground.

Then there’s a flash of red, a scream, a metallic smell.

bway Orpheus dares to open his eyes and sees that the mob has stopped, paralyzed with shock. The worker who held the pick now clutched his arm instead, pressing against a long, gruesome tear in the skin.

And standing in front of him, a pickaxe in his hands and a wild, cold glare that’s stark against his bloodied face - is Orpheus’s brother.

A couple steps behind the mob are the Eurydices, and one of them still has her shovel. Nytw Orpheus shouts at the workers, telling them to back off (in a much ruder way). The workers, seeing the outcome of fighting these three, retreat.

Nytw Orpheus, chest heaving, drops the pickaxe and carefully steps over bway Orpheus so that he is behind the latter. He gently scoops the boy into his arms. He’s blacked out, but he’s still got a pulse, thank the gods.

Now, while nytw Eurydice did do what she said she would (free Eurydice), that doesn’t mean she got rid of the fates. And of course, Clotho appears.

Nytw Eurydice somehow keeps enough composure to not beat the shit out of her with a rusty shovel. She gives Clotho enough time for her to say that while, yes, the initial murder plan was foiled by our heroic rulebreakers, the damage has already been done. bway Orpheus has been told that his lover sold herself to Hades, and on top of that, the people who could’ve been his friends on the surface nearly killed him in Hadestown. It’s not like this was a sudden effect - Orpheus’s worldview started crumbling the minute he entered Hadestown. This was just the last step. Now with that sweet, sweet doubt in his head, things should go back to normal.

bway Eurydice is quite shaken by this - it’s her story, too. So nytw Eurydice swings her shovel a bit to get her to fuck off. Clotho does. (I like to think that the Fates can appear + disappear in a plume of dark smoke. Just a lil thing that’d look cool in animation.)

The three of them kinda. stare at each other for a bit.

They take bway Orph to nytw Eurydice’s house to patch him up and rest. Nytw Orpheus washes the blood from his face, and there’s a distant look in his eyes as he recovers from what he did. bway Eurydice, who’s a smidge intimidated by him, says she thought he was pretty cool back there. It gets nytw Orpheus to laugh just the slightest bit, and thus, a friendship is born.

Nytw Eurydice and Orpheus take some time to catch each other up on what happened to them while bway Eurydice looks after her Orpheus.

He wakes up after some hours, a little worried, but with Eurydice there he settles down. She jogs his memory of what happened.

He starts venting to her, apologizing profusely for putting everyone in this mess and placing all their hopes on a song he couldn’t finish. Nothing Eurydice says can comfort him.

Unfortunately, Clotho was right: bway Orpheus is shattered. He goes on about how he is at fault, not just for Eurydice’s imprisonment in Hadestown, but for forcing nytw Orpheus to re-live his trauma to save him, and putting nytw Eurydice back on Hades’s hitlist. He’s hopeless, he says. This whole journey is hopeless. And because he’s the one to blame, he’s better off leaving.

He tries to leave Hadestown, despite the other three trying to get him to stop, but there’s another force keeping him from going too far: the workers. They’ve been listening to his plight, and they feel their old humanity come back to them at his sorrowful song (If It’s True).

Orpheus looks at his family, then looks back at the workers. Perhaps he did do something good for these people. Perhaps there’s still a chance for them.

Hermes comes up to the quartet, bearing news (it’s kind of his thing): Hades has also heard what the workers are starting to whisper about - a possible revolt against Hadestown’s cold-hearted structure - and demands for the four of them to come to his mansion. It’s judgment time.

Nytw Orpheus, who is bitter toward Hermes, demands to know why he didn’t help bway Orpheus since he was a god. Hermes, unfazed, asks why he couldn’t prevent the mob from attacking bway Orpheus, if he’d already lived Orpheus’s life. This quiets nytw Orpheus’s anger.

At the mansion, Hades tries to intimidate bway Orpheus before he actually passes judgment, though a very aggressive nytw Orpheus protects the other. Not today, Hades!

Persephone gives the Eurydices a bit of advice - maybe a mix of the London and NYTW Seph verses for Chant II - as she, too, heard the poet’s song.

The Fates are also there, watching. Plotting, probably.

Finally, Hades gives bway Orpheus his task: Sing a pretty song, and perhaps Hades will make use of him and spare his family. If he fails, it’s to the Great Beyond for all of them.

bway Orph is shaking like an autumn leaf. He’s not done with his song. It never worked the way he wanted it to. He’d tried to get nytw Orpheus to help him with it, but he’d refused, saying that if the song were really special, it would’ve come straight from bway Orpheus’s heart.

From the heart. Okay. That’s what Orpheus will do.

And to make a long story short, it works. beautifully. Orpheus sings his song of love and it swells as everyone else joins in. It’s like the heart of Hadestown is glowing.

At the end, Hades remembers his love for Persephone. He remembers his humanity. The old gods dance as if they were young lovers again.

And Orpheus just about blacks out again from cathartic relief. (Side note: I like to think that nytw Orph says something along the lines of “Easy there, rockstar!” I know the term won’t come around until the 60s but I think it’s really cute :))

Well, things seem to be going alright now! Hades isn’t as Bent on Harming the Four, Persephone’s smiling again, the workers are getting hopeful, and our four songbirds are together now.

... Except, a look of unease haunts the nytw duo’s faces. They know what comes next after this. So does Clotho. The song wasn’t the real test, as we all know.

bway Orph asks if they can go, Hades says no, blah blah blah we've been here before.

Hermes tells the four (well, mainly the bway duo) of the task ahead. They are, of course, dumbfounded and frightened by what it entails. They look back at their older siblings, wordlessly asking, “did you know?”

Nytw Orpheus and Eurydice look away.

The bway duo demands them to tell the full truth of how they were separated. So they do. They tell their doomed successors that nytw Orpheus failed to bring them both out, and that the chances of it happening again are high. It’s completely up to the new duo, and the nytw duo didn’t want to talk of it out of fear of crushing their hopes.

The bway duo is... not pleased. They’re not just crushed, they’re betrayed. How could the nytw duo lie to them for so long, lead them down this path just to pull the rug out from under them?

Nytw Orpheus reaches out to bway Orpheus, but the latter backs away, and leaves them. Bway Eurydice just shakes her head. She leaves them, too.

That night, when the four are preparing for the journey out, bway Eurydice finds her lover cupping his carnation in his palms. They talk quietly about the trek ahead, and Eurydice tells Orpheus that, even though their predecessors failed, that doesn’t mean they will, too. For what it’s worth, said predecessors didn’t have dead companions to travel with. And if the nytw duo were able to change (for the better) because of the bway duo’s actions, then maybe their ending could, too. “If they could do it, so can we.”

Orpheus smiles, but his doubts still gnaw at him. What if their actions changed the outcome for the worse? He just wanted everyone to be safe and happy, but what if this night’s events shouldn’t have happened the way they did? Especially with Clotho’s plan unraveling faster than ever, did they really make all the right decisions? Could he put faith in himself, or was everything that the townspeople said up top, about the harshness of the world and all, really true?

Speaking of Clotho, she appears once more to nytw Eurydice. Eurydice snaps at her for putting everyone on the road to ruin, but Clotho merely states that she’s not the only one trying to get what she wants. Like it or not, everyone had a part to play. “This story of ours was your doing, too,” she says. “Now you finish it. I’m just helping it move along.”

As Clotho departs, Eurydice finds that statement... oddly comforting. If bway Orpheus just holds onto the hope he’d always had with him, then maybe... just maybe...

It’s a long night, and it’s a little odd with two somewhat estranged couples sharing a house. Eventually, they all decide to try and make amends in the tiny living room. Apologizing, conversing softly about their fears and hopes, curling up together on the surprisingly large worn couch. bway Orpheus lets his brother hug him.

“I’m scared.”

“I know,” nytw Orpheus whispers. “And I have so much faith in you nonetheless.”

They sleep together on the couch that night. Lovers, brothers, and sisters say “I love you”. Hell, friends do, too, why not. There’s an air of peace in the stony caverns of Hadestown, and it’s enough to bring the four to a restful sleep.

They’ll need it for the journey ahead.

And, then, that morning, they set out, and...

OHHH, GEE! Look at how long this got! Gee whizz, look at the time, too! I think it’s time to stop. We’ll leave the thrilling conclusion for another time!

Thanks a billion for the ask, anon, and thanks a lot to you, reader, if you actually got this far! I don’t write much, but when I do, I get really into it...

There’s some stuff in Act I of this AU I still haven’t talked about - mostly silly fluff between the brothers, fluff between the sisters, some angst between the brothers, orphydice fluff, and nytw Orph’s strained relationship with the new Hermes, but again, that’s for another time.

#OOOOAGHGH maybe notn didn't give me carpal tunnel but writing this sure did!#this was so much fun tho. i got so excited when i read the ask bc that's a Thing I'm Really Passionate About!#I've been refining it for years! no i don't like letting old ideas go lol #hadestown #hadestown au #hadestown broadway #hadestown nytw #orpheus #eurydice #orpheus hadestown #eurydice hadestown #nytw x broadway crossover #old song au #rook roars!#long post #rook's mailbox #also sorry if i misinterpreted all the characters. i promise bway orph is still sweet n loveable it's just that (class) war is hell #caps tw

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meme-streets · 1 year

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what do you think was going through johnny boy's head during that roof scene, like why do you think he was up there?

oh god, i am so sorry this took so long to answer.

so there's a few things at play there, i think. first of all–i think the rooftops are, for him, an escape. he complains about hating the san gennaro festival because the streets are crowded and it makes it hard to move around, he talks about being "boxed in" when he runs from that card game, and we see him take the rooftops to get to the apartment toward the end of the film. so i think he goes up there as a kind of escape–it's the closest thing he has to physically getting away from little italy and new york city more broadly. he claims he wants to "wake up the neighborhood" and that he's gonna shoot out the lights on the empire state buildings; he's physically striking back at the environment he feels trapped in. (you could also maybe read the shooting the empire state building as raging against god; he's aiming for the highest point he can find.)

i think the fact he's shooting off a gun and throwing homemade bombs around is also, metaphorically and literally, about the release of pressure. the whole film it feels to me like he's deliberately trying to push the tension with michael (and, hell, with anyone else) to its climax; he wants things to boil over and explode. our introduction to him is him blowing up a mailbox. in the script, charlie calls him "flash" (like jumpin' jack, perhaps, given the use of the rolling stones song) and in the film someone (i think michael) uses that nickname at one point. he's definitely associated with explosions, destruction, the build up and release of pressure (which charlie continually tries to delay).

and then, what i think is the most important aspect, which i will put under a readmore with a suicide tw.

johnny boy really strikes me as suicidal. i think on its own there's a subtext there with him being on a high rooftop (the line "he's been up on the roof for half an hour" especially) with a loaded gun (recall that the gun he pulls on michael is unloaded), but this combined with the fact that he's so incredibly self-destructive and seems to sabotage all charlie's attempts to help, which only prolong the situation–johnny boy just wants it over one way or the other. i don't remember exactly where it is in the film, but the bit about oscar's business partner who committed suicide is fairly close to this scene if my memories serves me, and giovanni explicitly compares that character to johnny boy. he seems to have this attitude of "why bother making an effort, i may as well just live it up now because i'll be dead soon anyway." he can't take responsibility because he sees no future for himself and no chance of getting out of his situation. at the very least, even if he doesn't intend to take his own life, he seems like he's just waiting around to die. but, also, only charlie is able to get him down off the roof, and i suspect there may be a subconscious desire there to see if anyone (charlie) will actually be concerned for him. to use perhaps a bit of a hackneyed term, it reads as a cry for help.

#ask #mean streets #suicide tw #despite the read more i will tag just in case

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ycurkxng-a · 1 year

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Some lines for King because the last ones I made are nearly a year old (Jesus Christ), it gets cut under a readmore after a while just for everybody's sake, don't want people scrolling constantly to get past this. I'm going to add more lines and there will be an edit log for when I do.

Lastly, I'm putting this in the main tags bc I'm cringe and free <3

PART OF EDIT 11: THIS IS BEING PUT UNDER A CUT NOW AS THE EDIT LOGS ARE BECOMING TOO LONG FOR COMFORT

Edit 1: I've added lines for when a heist goes loud, and some for when he kills a special.

Edit 2: More lines have been added during assaults, the "smell" one liner, and there are safehouse lines plus lines for reviving heisters. Lastly, his speech for the First World Bank is added.

Edit 3: Lines for calling to other heisters were added, along with cheers when a door/vault is opened, warnings during assaults, and small curses/shouts for any situation like the vault door being locked, and taking officers as hostages, and using throwables. More pager lines have also been added.

Edit 4: Broken drill lines have been added, plus more lines for doors being opened and some for when tear gas is deployed. Also, more basic special lines have been added, lines for when he's revived, when cops are retreating, and more general safehouse lines.

Edit 5: A basic cheering line, telling people to get up, lines when low on ammo, calling for help when cuffed, more lines for reviving other heisters, explosives being placed on walls/doors, warnings for assaults have been added, more lines for waiting in casing mode and masking up, getting into vaults/doors, and, the First World Bank speech has been updated.

Edit 6: Telling other heisters they need to get out, warnings for cops coming in from the vents, more "it's finished" lines now involving computers, more for being hurt, and more lines to tell heisters to grab everything in a vault.

Edit 7: Just more pager lines.

Edit 8: Smoke and helicopter warnings, more lines for being hurt, more lines for "follow me/hurry up", more lines at the end of assault waves, and more comments DURING assault waves.

Edit 9: More "get down" lines for civilians have been added.

Edit 10: "Sit down" and "answer me" lines, lines for a computer needing to be fixed, lines for finding objectives (doors, vaults, keycards, etc), more warnings for cops on the roof, and lines for seeing the escape vehicle.

Edit 11: Lines for getting all loot in a heist, confirming orders, worried/anticipating, quiet broken drill/computer lines, healing, more for the heist going loud, and completing the final objective.

Masking Up

"Let's get this done."

"In and out, remember that."

"Ready for this?"

"They'll never see it coming."

"Let's rock."

"Let's do it."

"L'inferno del cazzo..."

"We can do it."

"Masks on."

"Can't believe I'm doing this."

Waiting In Casing Mode

"You take point, when bullets fly, I'll be there."

"Try not to die without me."

"Go ahead, count me as a backup gun."

"I'll have a quick smoke out here, shout if you need me."

"What're you waiting for? You can handle it, I can come when shit hits the fan."

"I'm here for the action, you can handle the rest of it."

"Plan B is when I come in, I'll stay here until then."

"Stay safe, okay? I'll run in when you need me."

"I got your back when you need it, okay? You got this."

"I'll wait right here, go on ahead."

Answering Pagers

"Sorry control, it's all clear, I just thought I saw something."

"Just checking up on you man, I know it has to get lonely back there.. how're you doing?"

"I was thinking, I want to see Sicily. See my roots and all that, and I was wondering if you'd ever want to come with me.. hello?"

"Questo fottuto lavoro... what? Oh, shit- sorry control, it's all good here! ...asshole."

"Whyre you calling me? Let me do my job! ...what do you mean I called you? You- whatever, leave me alone."

"I'm gonna order some takeout, not sure what, but I'm hungry.. you want a pizza?"

"Sorry- I passed out and John knocked me over, dickhead.."

"Everything's clear, I just wanted to make sure you were still paying attention, you never know..."

"I miss my wife... She... She took the kids-" [fake sobbing] "Oh god- I'm sorry! I cant- hggh-" [excessive fake sobbing until the end of the pager]

"Sorry, control. This radios just a piece of shit, it's been messing up like crazy".

"Uughhhhhh, I need to talk to someone. I'm so bored, there's nothing out here except me, myself and I!"

"False alarm, I saw my reflection and scared the fuck out of myself, nearly shot at it."

"Y'know what, at this point, can I just fight the first person that comes over here? There's fuck all happening!"

"Ow- no, sorry.. I fell, busted my ass, hit the button. You get how it is."

"I gotta take a shit.. nothing's happening, so I'll be back here in 5. Alright?"

"I wanna see my boyfriend... If I call him to get him over here, you fuckers won't immediately set off the alarm, right?"

"Maybe we can get dinner sometime, not like- not like that! I'm just hungry- forget it."

"Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb, I don't know this fucking song, da-da-da-da-da-daaaaaaaa!"

Smell

"Jesus fucking Christ-!" [gagging]

Heist Goes Loud

"Son of a BITCH!"

"DAMNIT- LOCK AND LOAD!"

"FUUUUUCKK!"

"DAMNIT, DAMNIT, DAMNIT!"

"GET READY FOR A FIGHT!"

"GODDAMNIT!"

Calling To Other Heisters [Quiet - Loud]

"Alright, plan B!"

"There goes that idea, haul ass!"

"Shit, okay then, let's do this!"

"Wha-?! Fuck! Alright, get ready!"

"Saw that coming... C'mon!"

"Great, just fucking great!"

Quiet (Follow Me)

"On me."

"Keep it tight."

"Follow me."

"Come with me."

"Follow me, now."

Loud (Follow Me)

"FOLLOW ME!"

"COME WITH ME!"

"COME ON!"

"ON MY LEAD!"

"ON ME! NOW!"

Quiet (Hurry Up)

"Move it, c'mon."

"The fuck are you waiting for? Let's go."

"Move your ass."

"Pick up the pace."

"Faster, faster."

Loud (Hurry Up)

"GO! GO!"

"HAUL ASS!"

"FUCKING HURRY IT UP!"

"LETS GO, CMON, CMON!"

"MOVE IT!"

Quiet (Cuffed)

"Hey, come get me."

"Get these fucking cuffs off."

"Over here, I'm cuffed."

"A bit of help?"

Loud (Cuffed)

"HEY! COME GET THESE FUCKIN' THINGS OFF OF ME!"

"I NEED THESE OFF TO FIGHT!"

"GET ME OUTTA THESE!"

"NEED SOME HELP!"

Sit Down

Quiet

"Sit, right there!"

"Sit down!"

"Get on there!"

"Shut up and sit!"

Loud

"SIT!"

"I SAID SIT DOWN!"

"GET. THE FUCK. DOWN!"

"SIT DOWN!"

Answer Me

Confirming Commands

"Got it!"

"Understood!"

"On it!"

"Alright!"

"I got it, I got it!"

Quiet

"You think you're tough? Answer me before I knock your fucking teeth out."

"I suggest you answer me before this gets messy."

"If you think it's been bad, I can make it a lot worse. Now TALK."

"Talk already!"

"I don't have all day, answer me!"

Loud

"YOU WANNA FUCKING DIE?! TALK!"

"ANSWER ME, GODDAMNIT!"

"YOU START TALKING, OR YOU START HURTING!"

"SPIT IT OUT!"

"YOU THINK YOU GOT GUTS? HOW ABOUT I SHOW THEM TO YOU?!"

Cheer

"WOO-HOO-HOOOOOOOOO!"

First World Bank Speech

"Listen up! This is a robbery, we don't wanna hurt any of you, so dont make us! We want the banks money, not yours. Your money's ensured by the federal government, so you won't lose shit! Think of whatever you love! Don't make us shoot you just cause you wanted to be a hero, that's how you end up dead. Do what we tell you to do, and you'll be alright and back to your families real soon, I promise!"

"THIS DRILLS FUCKIN' JUNK!"

Broken Drill [Quiet - Loud]

Quiet

"Oh, goddamnit. The drill!"

"Did children make this thing?"

"Drills jammed, because of COURSE it is."

"That sounds driving me nuts, can someone fix it?"

"Piece of shit drill!"

"This drills gonna make me lose my mind, real fuckin' soon!"

"The drill, we gotta fix it, quick."

"Someone get on that drill, please?"

"My bare hands would be better than this fucking drill!"

"I... [Sigh] The drill... We gotta- gotta.. [trailing off] fix it... Again."

Loud

"FOR CHRISTS SAKE- THE DRILL BROKE AGAIN! SOMEONES GOTTA RESTART IT!"

"CAN WE GET A BETTER FUCKING DRILL ALREADY?!"

"FUCKING! PIECE! OF! SHIT!"

"RRRAAGGHH! THE GODDAMN DRILL IS BROKEN, AGAIN!"

"GODDAMNIT! THE DRILL! SOMEONE- FIX IT ALREADY!"

"DID WE GET THIS DRILL FROM A JUNKYARD?!"

"SOMEONE, GET ON THE DRILL!"

"FIX THAT THING, WILL YOU?!"

"I'M GONNA FUCKIN' HIT SOMEONE UNTIL THAT DRILL GETS FIXED!"

"GODDAMNIT! WE GOTTA RESTART THE COMPUTER!"

Messed Up Computer [Quiet - Loud]

Quiet

"The computers fucked, someone's gotta fix it."

"Can one of you get on that computer?"

"Shit, the computer..."

"We gotta fix that computer."

"Computers out, we gotta fix it."

Loud

"THEY GOT TO THE COMPUTER! FIX IT!"

"SOMEONES GOTTA RESTART THE COMPUTER!"

"ANYONE FEEL LIKE FIXING THAT?!"

"COMPUTERS FUCKED! WE GOTTA FIX IT!"

Finding Objectives

"It's here!"

"Found it, get over here!"

"I found it!"

"Right here!"

"Here it is!"

Door/Vault/Computer Being Opened/Finished

Completing Final Objective

"That's it, let's go!"

"It's done, time to leave!"

"No reason to hang around now, move it!"

"Thats everything? Alright, no reason to stick around now!"

"Jobs done, let's go!"

"Get in there!" (Both)

"That's it, get inside!" (Both)

"We're through!" (Both)

"Fucking finally!" (Both)

"That computers done, let's go!" (Computer)

"Computers finished!" (Computer)

"Let's see what's in there, c'mon!" (Door)

"Doors opens move!" (Door)

"Let's get paid!" (Vault)

"Vaults open, gang!" (Vault)

Inside The Vault

"Bag it up, everyone!"

"Grab as much as you can carry!"

"Fuck yeah! Take it all!"

Cursing

Getting All Loot

"That's all of it!"

"Didn't leave 'em a damn thing!"

"They got nothing left, let's go!"

"Shit!"

"Oh, fuck me!"

"OH, COME THE FUCK ON!"

"Great, just what we fuckin' needed!"

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

"GODDAMNIT!"

"WELL, FUCK YOU TOO!"

"Son of a whore!"

"Bitch!"

Tear Gas

"GAS! GAS!"

[coughing] "Oh- SHIT! TEAR GAS!"

"GET OUT OF HERE- THEYRE GASSING US!"

Smoke

"SMOKE! KEEP YOUR GUARD UP!"

"THEY'RE HIDING IN THE SMOKE!"

"BASTARDS! THEY CAN SEE THROUGH THE SMOKE!"

Taking Hostages [Quiet - Loud]

Anxious/Uncertain

"I got a bad feeling about this..."

"That.. can't be good."

"Well, what do we do now?!"

"Shit, that's bad, what do we do?!"

"Fffuck... I think this is about to get real ugly."

Quiet (Civilians)

"On the floor, quickly."

"Get down and shut it!"

"Lay down, now."

"Don't make me hurt you."

"Did you not hear me?! I said stay down!"

"It's not the time to fuck with me, people, stay on the ground."

"If you don't stay down, I will KEEP you down!"

"Does it sound like I'm joking, motherfucker? Hit the floor."

"On the ground, if anyone gets up, I'll knock you back to the ground, got it?"

"Losing my patience here, folks, stay on the ground!"

Loud (Civilians)

"HIT THE DECK!"

"GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!"

"DOWN! DOWN!"

"STAY THERE MOTHERFUCKER!"

"YOU'RE MAKIN' ME MAD! STAY THE FUCK DOWN!"

"YOU THINK I'M PLAYING?! STAY DOWN!"

"DO I LOOK LIKE THE TYPE OF MAN YOU WANNA MAKE MAD?!"

"I GOT AN ITCHY TRIGGER FINGER- SO STAY THE FUCK DOWN!"

"DON'T BE A HERO!"

"DO YOU WANT ME TO BREAK YOUR LEGS?! THEN STAY ON THE GROUND!"

Quiet (Officers)

"Drop the gun."

"Let me see those hands."

"You're under arrest."

"Put it down."

"Cuff yourself."

"Slap on the cuffs, or I'll fucking end you."

"Put on those cuffs."

Loud (Officers)

"HANDS! SHOW ME YOUR HANDS!"

"DROP THE PIECE!"

"LOSE THAT GUN, MOTHERFUCKER!"

"YOU WANNA DIE? PUT DOWN THE GUN!"

"CUFFS ON!"

"PUT ON THOSE CUFFS, NOW!"

"I'LL FUCKING SHOOT YOU- NOW PUT THE CUFFS ON!"

Get Up (Non-Inspire)

"Get the fuck up!"

"ON YOUR FEET, NOW!"

"UP! I SAID GET UP!"

"MOVE YOUR ASS!"

"BACK UP! CMON! CMON!"

Using Throwables

"Heads up!"

"Eat this, motherfuckers!"

"Shits about to get loud!"

"Cover your ears!"

"Grenade out!"

"Dinnertime!"

Explosives On Doors/Walls

"Get out of the way!"

"It's gonna blow, move!"

"It's set, go!"

"Time for the fireworks!"

"Stand back and watch!"

Medicbag / Hurt

"Agh-! Someone get me some drugs!"

"Son of a bitch, I'm hurt! Anyone got a medicbag?!"

"They got me good, I need help!"

"Bastards! Who's got the meds?!"

"I'm bleeding bad- fuck!"

"AUGH! LUCKY SHOT!"

"MotherFUCK! That HURT!"

"AAAGH! DAMNIT! I'M NOT GOIN' OUT LIKE THIS!"

"Think that'll kill me?!"

[coughing (blood) excessively] "THATS- NOTHIN'!"

"I'M HURTIN' BAD! GET ME A MEDIC BAG!"

"HGH- FUCK! I'M NOT OUT YET!"

"I'M GONNA HIT THE FLOOR REAL FUCKIN' SOON IF I DON'T GET A MEDIC BAG!"

"I THINK I'M DYING HERE!"

"I'm- I'm hurt! I'm hurt bad!"

"OOMPH- SHI-HIT! I'M BLEEDING HERE!"

Low On Ammo

Healing

"Yeah... That's it."

"Back in the fight!"

"All better now!"

"I'm alright, let's go!"

"I'm not dead yet, time to go."

"I'm dry, get me some lead!"

"I'm gonna have to start swinging if I can't get some ammo!"

"It's gonna get messy if I can't get some bullets!"

"Shit, I'm out! Anyone got an ammo bag?!"

"Fuck! I need some ammo, anyone wanna share?"

Reviving Other Heisters

"Hey, you'll be okay, come on."

"They fucked you up, huh? Then let's go fuck them up."

"You still breathing? Let's get you up, fight ain't over yet."

"Did you hear a bell or something? We're not done!"

"You can do it, I know you can. So get up!"

"Not gonna let you die here, let's move it."

"You look like shit, but it ain't over yet!"

"Jesus! You still breathing? Good, then let's move!"

Inspire

"YOU CANT DIE HERE- GET UP AND FIGHT!"

"DONT STOP SHOOTING!"

"BULLETS CANT STOP YOU! GET UP DAMNIT!"

"GET OFF THE FLOOR AND KILL SOME PIGS!"

Spotting Specials [Quiet - Loud]

Quiet

Shield

"Shield, keep an eye out."

"I see a shield."

"Shoot that shield in the back."

Taser

"See that? They've got a taser."

"Ah hell, don't let that taser hit you."

"Taser there!"

Sniper

"Sniper, watch the laser."

"Sniper in my sights."

"Watch out for the sniper."

Bulldozer

"Dozers on the field."

"Tough bastards out."

"Damnit, a dozer."

Medic

"Medic, take him out."

"Doctor's here."

"I see a medic."

Cloaker

"Cloaker, back up- back up."

"Don't let the cloaker get away."

"Sneaky son of a bitch- aim for the cloaker."

Captain Winters

"A captain, send that merry band to hell."

"Shit, Captain brought the squad."

"See that? Bunch of shields, it's the captain."

"Captains here."

Turret

"A turret, blow it up."

"Where the hell did that turret come from?"

"They aren't playing around, they've got a turret."

"Bullshit, a turret!"

Loud

Shield

"Shield!"

"Get around that shield!"

"Watch it- shield!"

Taser

"Taser, TASER!"

"Kill the taser!"

"Tasers getting ready!"

Sniper

"FUCK! SNIPER!"

"Get some cover, there's a marksman!"

"Sniper! Don't get hit!"

Bulldozer

"Aim for that fuckers visor!"

"Keep your distance, there's a dozer!"

"Damn bulldozer!"

Medic

"Medic! Give him a taste of his own medicine!"

"Medics here to help, don't let him!"

"SHOOT THE DOCTOR!"

Cloaker

"CLOAKERS RIGHT THERE!"

"STOP THAT CLOAKER!"

"GODDAMN NINJA!"

Captain Winters

"CAVALRYS HERE!"

"That's a lot of shields! Get the Captain out!"

"Focus fire on the Captain!"

Turret

"FUCKING TURRET!"

"THATS NOT FAIR- ITS A TURRET!"

"TURRET! STAY AWAY FROM ITS SIGHTS!"

Killing Specials [Quiet - Loud]

Quiet

Shield

"Shields down."

"I killed the shield."

"That shield won't be bothering us anymore."

"No more shield."

Taser

"Ha! Got the taser."

"Taser got wiped out."

"Fuck you, taser."

"Tasers down."

Sniper

"Sniper won't be a problem anymore."

"That sniper got fucked."

"See you in hell, sniper."

"Killed the sniper."

Bulldozer

"Holy shit- I got the dozer."

"Dozers done for."

"Dropped on YOU like a piano, didn't I dozer?"

"Dozers finished."

Medic

"That medic just lost his doctor's license."

"Showed that fucking medic what's what."

"Closed casket for the medic."

"Medics dead."

Cloaker

"King, 1. Cloaker, 0."

"Write the cloaker an obituary."

"Got the ninja."

"Cloaker out."

Loud

Shield

"COULDNT BLOCK THAT BULLET, SHIELD!"

"How'd that taste, shield?!"

"Stupid shield, shouldntve fucked with me!"

"Killed the shield!"

Taser

"Tasers dead!"

"You like that for a shock, taser?"

"Eat shit, taser!"

"Taser couldn't handle me!"

Sniper

"Guess I'm the better sniper, sniper!"

"Sniper was good, but not good enough!"

"Killed that sniper!"

"Snipers dead!"

Bulldozer

"Fuck you, dozer!"

"Dozers got a meeting with the devil!"

"Dozers not gonna be fucking with us anymore!"

"Killed the dozer!"

Medic

"The doc is dead!"

"Made the medic just another body!"

"Medic is fuckin' out!"

"Medic down!"

Cloaker

"Dropped the cloaker!"

"Cloaker died like a bitch!"

"Eat that, cloaker!"

"Cloakers dead!"

Preparing For An Assault

"They're coming, get ready!"

"Lock and load, there's gonna be a lot of them!"

"Get ready!"

"Coming from all sides, make sure you're loaded up!"

"Let's do this, let's do this, LETS FUCKIN' DO THIS!"

"I'm not going down without a fight, goddamnit!"

[three rhythmic, deep breaths] "I got this, I can do this..."

"They're bringing the heat, let's cool it off!"

Random Comments During An Assault

"Check your ammo, don't let it run dry!"

"Everyone okay? Good!"

"We're doing good, just keep pushing them back!"

"Keep fighting! Keep shooting!"

"Don't stay in the open, get behind some cover!"

"Jesus Christ, did they send the entire army?!"

"DIE! DIE! FUCKING DIE!"

"I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!"

"Watch your ass!"

"Don't give them an INCH!"

"You can't take us out!"

"WHO WANTS IT NEXT?!"

"I'm not running out of bullets anytime soon! Keep 'em coming!"

"How many do we have to kill before they fuck off?!"

Warnings During An Assault

Helicopter

"THEY'VE GOT A CHOPPER!"

"DROPPING IN FROM THE HELICOPTER!"

"HELICOPTER!"

"BULLSHIT- A HELICOPTER?!"

Roof

"THEY'RE COMIN' IN FROM THE FUCKING ROOF!"

"ABOVE! DONT LET THEM GET THE DROP ON YOU!"

"WATCH YOUR ASS- THEY'RE DROPPING DOWN!"

"WATCH OUT! COMING IN HOT FROM ABOVE!"

"THEY'RE ON THE ROOF!"

"THEY'RE UP HIGH!"

Storming

"THEYRE COMIN' IN! KEEP THEM OUT!"

"WATCH THE SIDES!"

"KEEP THEM BACK!"

"TAKE A STAND, GODDAMNIT!"

Vents

"WATCH THE VENTS!"

"THE VENTS?! FUCK! WATCH THEM!"

"COMING IN HOT FROM THE VENTS!"

"HOW THE HELL-?! WATCH THOSE VENTS!"

End Of Assault Waves

"THEYRE BACKING OFF!"

"RUN, MOTHERFUCKERS! I'M STILL COMING FOR YOU!"

"THEY'RE LEAVIN' US ALONE!"

"TURN TAIL AND RUN, COCKSUCKERS!"

"THAT'S HOW YOU FUCKIN' DO IT!"

"LOOK AT IT! THEY'RE PULLING BACK!"

"YOU REGRET FUCKIN' WITH US YET?!"

Calling For Help While Down

"I'M DYING HERE! HELP ME!"

"GET ME UP- PLEASE!"

"I'M BLEEDING ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE! GET ME UP!"

"DONT LET ME DIE HERE!"

"I CAN HELP YOU! SO HELP ME!"

Being Revived

"Thanks.. I owe you one."

"I'm getting payback for that, believe me."

"Thank you, let's move."

"Breaks over..."

"Okay, now I'm fucking MAD."

"Good to know you've got me."

"Appreciate it."

"My knight in shining armor."

"Almost thought you were gonna let me die... Thanks, for not doing that."

"I'm good, I'm all good- thanks."

Picking Up Packages

"Ha! I've got it boys!"

"It's delivered!"

"Oh, hell yeah."

"Found it!"

"Not losing this."

Seeing The Escape Vehicle

"Theres our ride, double time it!"

"That's our escape, let's get out of here!"

"Helllloo, beautiful! That's our way out!"

"Finally, we made it!"

"We're nearly out, just a little more!"

We Need To Leave

"Hurry the fuck UP! WE GOTTA GO!"

"We need to get out of here NOW! HURRY IT UP!"

"WHAT'RE YOU WAITING FOR?! WE CAN'T STICK AROUND FOREVER!"

"OUR ESCAPES RIGHT THERE- LETS GO!"

"MOVE YOUR ASS SO WE CAN GET OUTTA HERE!"

Escaping A Heist

"We make it look easy!"

"Fuck yeah, that's how you do it!"

"They didn't have a CHANCE at stopping us!"

"WOOOHHH! WE FUCKIN' DID IT!"

"That was like a damn action movie, good work everyone."

"Done and done!"

"We made it! Of course we did!"

Safehouse Lines

General

"Hey, what's up with you?"

"This place is... Amazing. I'm glad you guys let me in here."

"Wanna smoke with me sometime? It's more fun with a friend."

"I want to fight someone, might go and see if I can find something through the grapevine."

"What do you think of this place? Feels a little cramped, I've been thinking of checking out that building close by, get us some more room."

"Why's Rust such a dickhead? Swear to god, guy wants to talk one second, the next he's threatening to smash my head in."

"I've been hearing shouting from the bathroom for an hour now, what the hell is going on in there?"

"Sooo... Who's that guy down with that hockey gear?"

"Che cazzo è successo a tutti loro? ... non importa adesso, non si ricorderanno di me.

"It's weird not wearing a mask around you guys, not complaining. Breathing in that thing is a fuckin' nightmare."

"What's up?"

"If you need somethin', I'm your guy."

"...mh? Sorry- sorry.. I'm tired."

Directed

"So you're the mastermind... I always thought you were the leader, not Bain." [Dallas]

"Military, huh? It's obvious, anyone with any kind of experience can tell just from the way you handle your guns, your tactics, I could figure it out from the jump. So why are you here?" [Chains]

"Why do they call you Wolf anyways? There's probably a lotta reasons, actually..." [Wolf]

"Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, but you're still here... I respect it." [Hoxton]

"Could you help me with my car sometime? It's uh.. barely holding on, to be honest." [Houston]

"Is that story about you with the pencil true? I don't mean any offense, I'm just wondering." [Wick]

"Having long hair like that isn't the best idea, too easy to grab, even easier to identify, but, hey. You do you." [Clover]

"I like you Dragan, you're a bit of an ass, and as untrustworthy as a crook can be... And I got nothing else, I wanted to say something nice but I don't have anything." [Dragan]

"You're one scary motherfucker, I'm glad you're on our side." [Jacket]

"Heyyy.. uh- Sokol, right? You wanna- I dunno, get drinks sometime?" [Sokol]

"Fuck me, you're massive. You look like you could rip a dozer in half." [Bonnie]

"Those tattoos tell a story, makes me wonder about you a little more." [Jiro]

"You got some beautiful boards, never been surfing though.. maybe you can show me how to with one of them." [Bodhi]

"Jesus Christ, get in a shower, please. I can smell you from here." [Jimmy]

"If you really wanna do some damage, I can get you some homemade napalm. Certified by yours truly, wrecks shit like nothing else." [Sydney]

"Call me a cocksucker one more time, and I'll bite yours off." [Rust]

"Hey, Tony! Where the hell have you been? That room of yours is empty a lot, makes me think you just left." [Scarface]

"Keep talkin' about your drinks from Mexico, how they're so much better than anything in America- makes me want to try them. Could I?" [Sangres]

"This is weird but, did you ever consider recording audiobooks? Your voice is perfect for it." [Duke]

"Get the fuck away from me, right now." [Ethan/Hila]

"I feel like my brains gonna fucking explode everytime you shout something about points or Electro, yknow." [Joy]

#payday 2 oc #payday 2 #CODENAME: KING ;Payday;

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curoopeez · 6 months

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I'm watching fnaf through perfectly legal means, and I kinda want to liveblog it, but I also don't want to have to put a spoiler warning while doing it, so I'm just gonna talk under a readmore and put the whole thing in a single post

This is probably be the first blood already. I wonder if that's phone guy

Is it too early for someone to say it's bite of 87ing time and bite of 87 all over the place?

I wonder if they got actual children to draw the children's drawings

Holy shit an opening credits scene I haven't seen one of those since I took my dad to watch James Bond no time to die

Ooh that guy was reading a book on game theory I wonder if that's an easter egg to nod at MattPat

Oh that's Mike!

My mistake it's a book on Dream Theory. I think that was an easter egg too though, there was a theory that fnaf 4 was just a nightmare for a while

Well someone is in trouble

Ok the game Michael chased the job on purpose to hunt find his brother's soul, so this is already a pretty big departure from the source

I wonder if that Abby is gonna end up becoming puppet. It would be tragic, but better than the crying child

Is he trying to lucid dream?

Nope

I wonder if this Michael's dad is not gonna be the William Afton of the games

Wow this Jane is a massive bitch

Oh that Steve guy must be the new phone guy

Ngl I might have studied the games lore a little too intensely

Well that's omnious why was there a tape with his name on

Aw fuck the first jumpscare got me

No no no no get back to the room

This guy thinks he's Gregory to wander around and face the animatronics

There they are

Oh great it's still haunted haunted

Did that kid trip at the same time he did? Does this mean anything?

Matthew Patrick!!!!

HE SAID IT!

Oh what a traitor

Poor Doug free him he's trying very very hard to not do anything

Dude wake up you need to witness this

Oh the it's me in the mirror. And Foxy or whatever

Vanessa? What the heck is she doing here? Well as long as she stays away from bunnies ot should be fine

Vanessa tgat is not what you had just said but I'll forgive it because we're finally getting some animatronic action

Her lack of professionalism broke the animatronics. Freddy says if she's legally untouchable she's morally unfuckable

Wait if the place gets trashed out of his shift thats not his problem. Plus he had a witness of how things were when he left

Ok this deaths are pretty goofy but it's a pg13 movie so I guess they have to be

Chica and Bonnie were somehow so cunty when they looked at the camera after sending the cupcake like yas girlies

Wait I just remembered this is happening during the day. Are this animatronics opposite to the game? Peaceful at night and hostile during day?

Girl you went there to commit a crime don't follow the child

WhAs tHAt ThE BIte oF 87?!!!

Oh right Mike's family drama I almost forgot

Well at least it seems this Mike still likes cartoons

Is she... giving him a chance to speak? Maybe she's not as much of a cop as I thought

Oh so he was trying to repeat that dream

Maybe William was kidnapping kids to save the mom instead of the crying child (I forgot his name)

No do not take the child to the job you fool

Well the children are already possessing the animatronics so there must already be a Puppet

That fucking Baloon Boy again

No girl stop do not aproach animatronics

At least he understood it fast

Do not say that to a ghost you idiot

Awww this scene was cute.

Ooh the thick plotens

Abby is such a child "I've been talking with ghosts all this time, can I have some soup?"

Vanessa acts like she has genre awareness and she's trying really hard to keep it lighthearted

Shit don't tell me that's Circus Baby we do not need her in this story

Vanessa did it ever occur to you that people might do what you want if you just tell them whats going on

Idk who that pharmaceus farmastist doofrsmith doctor degree was but I'm pretty sure it was a cameo

You can't really say "they're gone" to a bunch of ghosts

Wow the ghosts are also a bunch of assholes

Did Abby stay in her room all day? She must be starving.

Oh no... look back Jane... oh well

Dude don't take an unnacompained child

Vanessa what are you doing here. This ain't cute anymore

Oh!

Dude stop rizzing up the exposition dump go do something

I wonder if we'll get beakless Chica. Just once. Just for me

No do not go in the ball pit it's not worth it

Springtrap!

Holy shit he's still alive inside the costume?

🥳officer down🥳

Oh this is a nice slow and painful death

I wonder if in the end we're gonna find out that Garret is Puppet. Unless that suit they tried to put Abby in was Puppet

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tapedsleeves · 7 months

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i know its from months ago but i want you to know that you posting a brossoit/hellebuyck fic makes you the only mfer out here who GETS me. love you MWAH! terrific work, im obsessed with it

OMG THANK YOUUUUUUUUU this made me cry and not just from the migraine pain that also made me cry today. thank you thank you, this was lovely to wake up to!!!!

just for you, i'll tell you about the squeakquel that may or may not happen:

LB visits Connor in Michigan

Connor is immediately like "oh shit what do I do do entertain this guy who goes to interesting places for vacation" and tries to distract him from the fact that Connor's favorite thing to do is fishing and he thinks he's like... a not so interesting person?

LB doesn't realize what's going on at first, just thinks that Connor is really into him at first, and then like, four or five days pass and Connor is still like, jumping his bones but the crazy in his eyes doesn't go away, and they have a.... argument? talk? discussion? about it. and eventually LB is like 'dude i came here to spend time with you, not to be entertained by you, i'm like. a full grown person. if i get bored that's on me." and connor is like "uhm. i just really like you"

and then they end up cuddling on the porch swing in the evening watching the fireflies glow and listening to the cicadas sing holding hands and shit. it's nice.

have an excerpt (that's basically like, 100% of what i actually have written) under a readmore!!!

Connor’s waiting in his truck at the airport for Laurent’s plane, an iced coffee from Starbucks sweating in the cupholder. It’s not as hot as it could be - it’s only midmorning, but it is humid as hell. Connor can feel his hair try to frizz up through the layer of product he’s got in it.

Finally, he gets the “deplaning” text from Laurent, and goes to meet him at luggage claim with the coffee.

He’s shaved,or at least trimmed his beard since the last time he saw him - an Instagram post of Laurent in an old timey car holding the cup from his cup day. It was dumb, but Connor had watched it twice anyway.

“Hey,” Connor says. Laurent looks good, even plane-rumpled. He’s in a short sleeved shirt that shouldn't be legal on him - clinging to his shoulders and chest, and some very nice stretchy joggers. Comfy plane clothes.

Laurent smiles when he sees him and his smile widens when he sees the coffee. “Hey,” he says, dragging out the syllable in a way that could only generously not be described as flirtatious. “Is that for me?” His eyes flick from the coffee in Connor’s hand to Connor’s face, rapid, like he’s trying to make Connor talk faster.

Connor hands the drink over. “Yup,” he says. “Where’s your stuff?” Luggage is already circling the carousel, but Laurent hasn’t been paying any attention to it, focused on Connor and the coffee. Laurent takes a drink, his throat working. Connor tears his eyes away so he doesn’t do anything inappropriate in the airport.

“It's probably gonna come out last.” Laurent says, turning to mirror Connor’s stance, looking at the carousel. He tips his shoulder into Connor’s arm, like he wants Connor to put his arm over his shoulder. Connor doesn’t. “Mine’s always at the end. Shitty luck like that.”

“Or you just travel a lot.” Connor says. Laurent hums, taking another drink of the coffee. It’s already halfway gone. Connor had planned to carry Laurent’s bags so he could have his hands free for the coffee, but it looks like now he’s just going to be slightly ridiculous about it.

Laurent makes a noise in his throat, urgent, and points his hand. “That one.” he says.

Connor follows where he points with his eyes and then confirms “Between the one with the weird giant bow and the one with the lady’s whole face on it? With the gold band around it?”

“That’s it.” Laurent says, so Connor jogs over to pick it up. When he picks it up off the carousel, nobody else yells at him, and when he holds it up by the handle at Laurent, Laurent gives him a thumbs up from where he’s stood, next to the exit.

Connor extends the handle and wheels it over.

Laurent is laughing when he comes back, coffee all gone now. “Get yourself a big strong man,” he says.

“You’re plenty strong,” Connor says. “And your arms are longer than mine.”

Laurent looks at him appreciatively, even though Connor didn’t put on anything special for this trip - is just in a plain white shirt and some cargo shorts.

#connor hellebuyck/laurent brossoit #hrpf #hockey rpf #ask me!#oh man anon this made my whole day really got into my brain and made me think about like...#why i write fic in the first place #and why i like writing sex that's not like #the most intimate thing that's happening in the fic lol

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asirensrage · 2 years

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I have a list for the fanfic writer ask...brace yourself. lol

3, 6, 13, 29, 38, and 42 for either Serendipity or Study in Intimacy or This Means War?

obviously you don't have to answer all of these, i just like to pick your brain. ;)

Hahhaha. Okay. Let's go. I'll start with the generic ones? And I'll put this under a readmore...

58. what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were writing it?

Oh god. Honestly? Probably the meaning of a word. I always want to make sure it means what I think it means. The last thing I googled for a fic was "80s punk style" so...

62. what’s the weirdest reason you’ve ever shipped something?

Hmmm...I have no idea. I usually ship something because I can see the chemistry (or possibility of chemistry) or the chaos lol.

73. how do you visualize scenes? do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?

Sometimes I can picture it, but usually it's like listening to an audio. Like when I imagine the scenes and how they play out, I imagine the dialogue more than I picture it. Then I have to write the scene and that's part of why I suck at descriptions lol.

76. what is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?

Motive. What do they want and how far are they willing to go to get it?

now for the fic ones:

3. on a scale of 1-10 how much do you enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?

Maybe a 7? It depends on the pairing and reason for romance. It's a 7 is Serendipity because it's a slow burn (and I love writing those). It's an 8 in Intimacy because them getting together this time is going to change everything. Also, I love the wait and possibilities for them. It's an 8 in TMW too because those three are chaotic dumbasses sometimes but the sass is strong.

6. do you have any kind of consistent writing schedule or just hoping for the best?

Hahahha. You of all people know that my writing schedule is like the wind. It goes where it wants. I try to make sure I have something to post once a week. It may not be what people want but...I find I'm more inspired when people engage with a fic. (but also keeping myself from wandering to new ideas is hard). I'm super ahead in TMW though so woo!

13. talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

I think writing Serendipity surprised me. Mainly because of how much I enjoy it. Toni is such a different character to some of my others and it's not really demanding like the others either. (some characters *cough*ericandbilly*cough* refuse to let go sometimes)

29. give us a spoiler for one of your stories.

Kate gets put on Fisk's radar before Fisk is aware of Daredevil and her connection to Matt. Fisk also reaches out to her first before the others. (it's someone's fault but it's not Matt's this time)

38. how many stories do you work on at one time?

Too many. No, seriously, I have too many. If we're including oneshots and short series and whatnot. It's too many. I can't stop though. My mind just keeps going. Why must I work when there's fic to write? (just look at the fact that you gave me 3 main stories as options and that's not even all my main stories)

42. describe the aesthetic of a story in 5 words.

Oh god. I am not good at being concise.

Serendipity: baking. softness. blood. home. warmth. This Means War: bed. cooking. swans. holding hands. ...also blood. Intimacy: books. grease. kitten. cooking. technology.

Thanks for asking! ;)

#asks #fic writing asks #fic: serendipity #fic: this means war #fic: a study in intimacy #vixenofcourse

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stfu-im-thinking-abt-blorbo · 1 year

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Thoughts on each TDI Reboot episode, continuing onto 8. SPOILERS UNDER THE READMORE.

Back at it again this afternoon yahooo.

Putting trigger warnings on this for emetophobia. Nothing descriptive, but I know some people just wanna avoid this stuff entirely.

Barely a minute in and I am already telling Chase to stfu.

Zee you are a darling, please never change.

Bowie sleeping with the girlies. 🏳️‍⚧️ 🤨

Why is Julia benefitting from being an asshole after getting exposed? Also 3M+ Now she definitely has bragging rights.

Raj left Bowie a present 🥺 Nasty mouth guard, but the poem is so sweet.

BOWIE DONT PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH YOU JUST STEPPED ON IT

Rainbow food for breakfast in honor of losing one of the gays. Also damn didn't think Chris would ever be serving up food for any of the campers. Even season 1 Chris would never.

Why did Chef Hatchet pour milk on a raw steak?

WHY did he cut an entire bottle of of ketchup in half??

WHY PIZZA IN THE TOASTER

Kitty gets pets, good.

Oh it's a mystery food episode, ain't it.

Julia hit Bowie, she's definitely homophobic in my books now.

Why the wedgies. Leave Zee alone, he hasn't done anything.

Ew het couples

Yes Bowie dig into Emma for getting back with that POS Chase.

Another writers' poorly concealed fetish episode. This time its emeto.

Every time Priya mentions her parents I get very :(

Awww Chef's actual chef outfit got a nice upgrade. It looks so nice! Can't wait for it to get ruined :')

Rainbow puke. That's a new one. And it was Bowie first, of course.

Maybe Chris is the one with an emeto fetish.

Zee has no tastebuds from all the soda he drinks. o7

So much respect for how dedicated Zee is. Also holy fuck the perspective drawings they're doing.

Emma and Chase being lovey-dovey is the most gross thing in this episode so far /j

Yaaaay they're split again!!

ADHD(Emma) vs Autism(Chase) let's gooooo

And Chase is still chasing after her, get a fucking clue dude.

Why is Chef just carrying a bowl of maggots around.

Toe jam cookies 😰

Why was the milk the thing that got to Zee?? Soda junkie can't handle a bit of milk. I wanna say autism again, especially with his reaction, but my autistic ass loves milk and cookies.

No one tell Zee Chef Hatchet used milk on the steak earlier.

I think this is the most angry I've ever seen Zee. And it's just midly peeved mixed with really tired.

TAPEWORM???

IT HAS A CONFESSIONAL LMAO

They're gonna accidentally kiss aren't they

Julia wins?? Lame.

Oh fuck the camera crew is back. How many seasons has it been? All but the first???

How did Zee show off?? He was just vibing.

Bye Ripper, I don't hate you. Still wanna put you in a blender tho.

Gross episode to be sure. But neither above nor below average. It's felt the most "Total Drama" out of every episode so far, like I could possibly confuse this for something happening in og Island, so I'll give it props for that.

Still miss Raj and Wayne tho.

#spoilers #emeto tw #tw emeto #vomit tw #tw vomit #ask to tag

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hi!!! for the writing asks: 8, 18, 29!!

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

One that's about to prove my taste in media is stuck in the 2000s. In all seriousness, I have answered this question before, but I am working on more than one! I don't wanna share too much, since I wanna make sure it can get somewhere close to completion before I say anything, but I will say: this is not going to have a wide audience.

18. What's one of your favorite lines you've written in a fic?

Oh I have plenty of great jokes that never got published. Here's a few of my favorites:

"Technically, this is also illegal. This being assault, I mean."

“Not in that way, yous two,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I mean, a kiss is easy. Ya couldn’t’a given me somethin’ harder?”

“Somethin’s sure gonna be harder after this,” Hal commented, and he and Ricky broke out into laughter again. Johnny threw the other pillow at them, knocking over the bowl of popcorn in Hal’s lap. “Hey.”

It was a sitcom about sixteen people who end up living in one apartment building. It was interesting how the show managed its large cast, but it was more situation than comedy.

I mean, I think these are funny (the second one is definitely the best joke I've ever written), but you could have a different opinion.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Oogh I have so many great ideas that are just in development hell. Here's a scene I'm particularly proud of, that may unfortunately never get published otherwise. I'll throw it under a readmore just in case people don't want to see all of it:

The only class the two shared that day was Gym. Tad had arrived early, and was just hanging around, waiting for Burton to announce which two poor sods had to wrestle for the rest of the class’s amusement that day.

“You ready to face me in the ring?” Bif said, coming up behind Tad and putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh ho, hilarious,” Tad rolled his eyes. He did this every time Burton announced they would be wrestling. He fell for it the first few times, mentally preparing himself for the agony that was going to befall him, but it never came. Eventually, Tad just stopped falling for it, and Bif knew that, but he still did it anyway.

“You never know, today might actually be the day.”

“Unlikely. He prefers to pick on Nerds. He wouldn’t pick both of us to go in the ring.”

Sure enough, Tad was correct.

“Alright, you maggots!” Burton called, signalling the start of class. “It’s wrestling day! Ah, how I love the sound of boys crying in the morning. Melvin, get your ass in the ring! Casey, you too!”

Both boys stepped up to the ring, Melvin looking significantly more nervous than Casey.

“What did I tell you?” Tad smirked, and Bif just laughed.

“Yeah, yeah, you escape my wrath this time, but mark my words, one day it’s gonna happen.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

The pair stood on the sidelines as Melvin and Casey wrestled on the mat in the middle. Casey absolutely dominated the match, managing to have Melvin pinned on the ground within minutes of starting. All of the students and Burton clapped when the match was over.

“Ya did good, Casey,” Burton congratulated, “but I wanna see that little weakling hold his own. You two go again.”

It always happened like this. One of the poor Nerds would be the wrestling dummy all class as different opponents took him on. Honestly, it got rather boring, but at least it was an easy A for showing up.

“You think I could take down Melvin in more or less time than Casey?” Bif asked as he spectated.

“More,” Tad answered.

“What? Aw, you got no faith in me. I kicked your ass the other day.”

“Yes, but that was boxing. This is wrestling. Entirely different, my friend.”

“You’re just jealous because I could take down Melvin faster than you could.”

“Alright, you want to prove that you can be faster than Casey? Go up to Burton and get him to put you in the ring next round.”

“Sounds like a plan. Shall we put some money on it?”

“Absolutely not. I don’t want to render you poor simply because of a bad bet.”

The match ended, Casey victorious once more. Everyone clapped as Bif went to talk to Burton.

“Alright, Casey, ya did good today,” Burton said after a bit, “but you need a substitution. Melvin, your next opponent will be Bif.”

The class “oohed” at the chance to see this match up.

“What? Why can’t I get a substitution?” Melvin complained, clearly tired of being beat up by the strongest students in school.

“You’ll get one after this. Bif specifically requested he get to fight you. Consider it an honor, maggot! You’re getting toughened up more than your other scrawny friends.”

“I suppose…”

Casey got out of the ring, going to stand on the sidelines with his other Jock friends as Bif stepped in. Melvin looked just as unenthusiastic to face him.

“Go Bif! Beat him down!” Tad cheered, and Melvin simply shot an exasperated look in his direction.

The match started, and Tad had to admit, Bif was pretty good at wrestling. He knew all of the moves, and the swiftness he had in boxing certainly came in handy. Melvin tried many times to attack him, but Bif dodged all of them. However, he was not faster than Casey.

“You were close,” Tad shrugged as Bif and Melvin stepped out of the ring.

I'm proud of it because I think it's one of the best character interactions that I've ever written. It doesn't have the most substance, but it's still good nonetheless.

Thanks for the ask!

#I can always count on you for an ask #I like questions and I like answers #Bully #Preppies #Greasers

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