#sick and tired of so-called strong characters written as assholes

[gallavictorious]

11x03 Fill-In Ficlet: Use Your Words (Or Don’t)

How do they go from sniping at each other in the kitchen to enthusiastically banging it out just a little while later? And why on Earth is horrible, horrible dirty talk suddenly a thing?

Well, they have this whole conversation where they basically talk things through but, you know, in their Ian and Mickey way of not talking things through but totally talking things through. You know? Also, there are kisses.

Warnings for some truly atrocious attempts at dirty talk but no actual smut. Also vague displays of a fucked-up relationship with violence, and clueless dumbasses trying, and only halfway succeeding, to chill with the misogyny and toxic masculinity. For all that this is mostly ridiculous and self-indulgent fluff.

Read below or on AO3.

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They walk home from the Alibi together, but six feet apart and in silence.

Dinner is mostly silence, too, the celebration of Carl's first arrest dampened by Lip's outburst and Debbie storming off. Lip and Tami soon excuse themselves; Liam has homework; it's Carl's turn to do the dishes. (That mostly means they won't get done, but at least they'll know whom to blame when there's no clean plates or knives in the morning.)

Mickey's pours himself another glass of Jameson, but pauses when Ian abruptly rises from the table. His husband doesn't spare him a second glance though, but merely puts the half-thawed vegetables back in the freezer and walks off with a half-hearted “night” to his two younger brothers.

Well, fuck you too.

Mickey can feel Liam's eyes on him, but for once the kid keeps his mouth shut.

Smart kid.

Mickey takes his time emptying the glass. Takes the time to fill it up again and empty it once more too, while pointedly not listening to a single word Carl is saying about the fucking arrest he made.

Then it's getting late and there's nothing for it and he's sick and tired of them not being fine anyway, so fuck it.

He leaves the glass on the table for Carl to tidy away.

In their room Ian's sitting on the bed with his back towards the wall and a book in his lap. He looks up when Mickey enters, but doesn't say anything and promptly turns his attention back to his paperback. His jaw is set, but his shoulders slumped. Angry still, then - but tired even more than angry. Defeated, maybe.

Mickey fucking hates to see it.

He busies himself by the drawers, aimlessly rifling through the socks for something to do with his hands. “So. Quit your job?”

There's a brief pause, as if Ian's trying to determine whether Mickey's trying to start something again, and whether or not to strike first with a snarky reply. In the end he settles for a soft exhalation and,  “Yep. Tried to make me to work for free through my lunch break.”

He'd told Mickey as much already, at the Alibi. Hadn't gone so good, so this time Mickey tries for a different response: “Fuck 'em. We'll be fine 'til you find something else. Too good for that fucking place anyway.”

Another pause, long enough that Mickey turns from his fumbling with the socks to look at his husband. Ian's staring down at his book, mouth opening and closing a few times, like he's on the edge of saying something but then thinks better of it.

“Yeah,” he mutters at long last. “Don't know that I am anymore. Bipolar ex-convict in the worst economy in fucking lifetime? Not seeing a lot of options for me here.” Before Mickey has time to think of an appropriate response to that Ian's eyes darts to his face; darts away just as quickly. “Manager called me a little bitch.”

Oh. Okay. Yeah. Fuck.

Moving over to the bed, Mickey sits down on the edge of it. “That manager's a fucking idiot. The hell does he know? That's bullshit.”

Ian lifts his head at that, looking at Mickey with something that might be hope tempered with wary skepticism, and a hint of challenge. “Really?”

Mickey meets his gaze without flinching; holds it for a moment. “Yeah, man. Bet that asshole knew you could break him in half without breaking a sweat, that's why he's spouting stupid fucking stupid shit like that.”

A beat, to let that sink in, and then Mickey allows his lips curl into a grin, pulling his legs up on the bed to crawl over to Ian and crowd him: “'Cause you know you're the toughest motherfucker on the South Side, so big and so strong and so manly.” He reaches out to squeeze Ian's left bicep for emphasis.

“You're a dick.” But Ian doesn't pull away and he's starting to smile, as Mickey hoped he would; it's in his eyes first, softening and a glimmer, and then it's on his lips, growing wider.

Mickey feels his own grin grow wider too, as something in his chest loosens and lets up.

“Yeah?” he asks, eyebrows suggestively raised as he, ignoring the dull protest of his aching ribs, leans in to let his lips brush over Ian's in a not-quite-a-kiss. “Whatcha gonna do about it, huh? Gonna bend me over and pound me so hard I fucking scream? Gonna make me beg for your... your big, fat cock?”

Ian tilts his head to the side, brow furrowed in faux affront. “You calling my dick fat?”

“Think I've got the right to, Tim Kruger, I've choked on it enough times.”

A snort of surprised laughter and then Ian's hand is on the back of his head, pulling him in for a kiss that is hard and hungry and coming home. Mickey shifts to straddle his thighs, their lips never parting, and fuck, it's just been a few days but it's been too fucking long.

It goes on for some time; Ian's arms around him, fingers scratching against his scalp; Mickey's hands running up and down Ian's sides, as they kiss and they kiss and they kiss.

At long last, with a long sigh, Ian pulls back a little, his eyes searching Mickey's as he runs a thumb over his cheek.

“You want me to do that?” he asks after a moment, and there's just the faintest note of uncertainty in his voice.

Mickey doesn't like it. He doesn't want Ian to be uncertain about him, about them, ever. But he bites down on the urge to bristle. Takes a deep breath. “Do what?”

“Bend you over.” A tentative, lopsided smile. “Make you beg”

Ah. “Ain't never said no to that shit before, Gallagher.” How the hell is that even a question?  Okay, there'd been this morning, kind of, and maybe a few times when they just started fucking and he had issues and things got a little too intense or whatever, and he's not so much for the actual begging, but in general, Mickey's never been opposed to Ian getting a little – or a lot – decisive with him.

Least not as long as he doesn't make him feel lesser than for liking it that way.

“Mm.” Ian nods, but he doesn't lean back in to resume the kiss. Instead he reaches out to run his hand over Mickey's thigh, idly, and with a pensive look on his face.

Mickey very, very badly wants to tell him that now that that's cleared up maybe you could get on with it but he's determined not to be (too much of) an asshole tonight; to be patient. He waits, and eventually Ian looks up. The uncertainty has seemingly fled; the look in his green eyes is calm once more, and direct:

“So just to be clear: you're not exclusively a top now?”

“What? Hell no.” Mickey makes a face, genuinely taken aback by the notion, but then he shrugs. “Doesn't mean I'd mind switching it up once in a while, though. We've tried all kinds of new shit after we got married, figured it might be fun to try that too.” He pauses, chewing his lip. “Thought you'd be cool with it.”

Ian smiles, reaching out to give a playful little tug to Mickey's hair. “Give me some warning next time and I will be.” Abruptly, his smile turns devilish. “After all, how could I resist such a stunning embodiment of pure masculine prowess?”

Mickey's eyes widen. Oh. Uh-huh. All right then.

“I dunno,” he says, pushing hard for feigned thoughfulness even as he pushes his ass down on Ian's groin, wiggling just a little. “Seems like six pack-packing, strong-willed, stoic soldier boy like you could resist just about anything.”

Ian's quiet laugher is cut short by a sharp intake of breath as Mickey leans in to nip at his ear. “Even a – ah – man-swole hardass?”

“Yeah, 'cause you're such a top dog alpha male.“

“Ultra super power bottom.“

“Fierce and ruthless devastator of assholes.”

“Yeah, asshole is right... Ow! Okay, you're going down … you big manly boss man.“

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If there is a moment, quite some time later, when they're both happy and spent and relaxing in each other's arms –

If there is a moment, when Ian's eyes stray to the bruises on on Mickey's side, and if he reaches out to let his fingers brush over them in the whisper of a touch, if a shadow passes over his face –

Mickey will catch his hand and bring it up to his lips to press a quick kiss to it.

“Looks worse than it is,” he will say and Ian's lips will twist, in rueful smile or grimace or both:

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Bastard who jumped me hits like a fucking - “ Mickey will break off and make a disgusted face. “Hits like a... a... a fucking weak person. Jesus Christ. Fucking V.”

Ian will chuckle. A bit weakly, perhaps, still a little lost to the lingering memories of the afternoon, but he will chuckle. Will pull Mickey closer to him, carefully; push his nose to his hair and breathe him in. “I love you.”

And Mickey will smile. “Mm. I know. Love you, too.”

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A/N: Listen, I don't begrudge anyone engaging in bad dirty talk if that's what gets them going, but I didn't really expect it for Ian and Mickey. I guess this is my attempt to wed what we saw in mid-credits scene to my already established perception of the characters. Oh, and I have a kink for understated reconciliation so there was no way in hell I wouldn't jump on this. XD That also means I want to read ALL THE FIC written on this topic, so if you write/see any, please let me know?

Tim Kruger is a gay porn star with a huge dick, btw. I know this because I googled "gay porn star huge dick". I have some regrets.

#11x03 #shameless spoilers #gallavich #ficlet #my stuff

[365days365movies]

February 23, 2021: His Girl Friday (1940) (Part 1)

Oh, we’re going BACK for this one!

Yeah, this is smack dab in the Golden Age of Cinema! Post-depression, the cinematic culture boomed like CRAZY. Obviously, this age had started before this point, but there was no stopping Hollywood here. I mean, in 1940 alone, Disney came out with Pinocchio AND Fantasia, films like The Grapes of Wrath, The Great Dictator, and Rebecca came out, and some of those were prefaced by short cartoons featuring a brand new certain someone.

Oh, also, there was some war of the world 2 thing going on overseas, I dunno. But anyway! Another well-known film that came out that year was The Philadelphia Story, a George Cukor-directed film starring Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn, and one of a subgenre of comedies called the screwball comedy.

Arguably starting with the 1934 film It Happened One Night, these are romantic comedies that usually feature a self-confident and stubborn female protagonist inevitably falling in love with the male protagonist, who’s probably initially mismatched with her, personality-wise. You should also throw some slapstick comedy, disguises (cross-dressing’s a feature of a lot of these, weirdly), and class struggle. Yeah, also apparently a trend of these films, that were CRAZY popular from 1934 through the ‘40s.

And in case you’re thinking, “That plot structure sounds familiar, where have I heard that before?”, well, I just watched a later-era screwball comedy, Pillow Talk.

But today, the screwball comedy’s mostly disappeared. Some tropes survive, but the reason for the genre’s extinction is simply because of lack of demand. Part of that is because the genre emerged due to questions of class struggle post-Great Depression. Yeah, seriously, the Great Depression is involved in this shit! Obviously, though, that’s not currently as much of a stressor now, so this genre is dead save for some conventions.

But OK, screwball comedy. Why not look at older members of the genre, rather than this film from smack dab in the middle of it? Well, a few reasons. One, this film stars leading man Cary Grant in his prime. And two, because this film was directed by the one and only Howard Hawks.

Hawks directed yet another Grant-Hepburn vehicle, Bringing Up Baby. And yes, that IS a leopard in a car! I’d watch that this month, but I’ve already seen it. Anyway, Hawks is an understated but excellent director, and his female characters are an archetype in and of themselves, known as Hawksian women. They’re tough-talkers, and the main characters of most old screwball comedies.

OK, but Hawks had a lot of romance films with these characters, so why His Girl Friday? Well, other than knowing it from pure reputation as a good movie, it’s also been called one of the best romcoms of all time, and it’s one of his highest rated films as well. And honestly...I kinda just wanted to watch it based on the premise, which is...interesting. But OK, enough navel-gazing. On with the show! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap (1/2)

We start in a newspaper office in the year 1940, where “Hildy” Johnson (Rosalind Russell) has arrives with her fiancee, Bruce Baldwin (Ralph Bellamy), a sweet man who clearly loves her. Shit. He’s the guy destined to be left behind for the actual love interest of the movie Goddamn it, OK.

Anyway, Hildy apparently used to work here, although I’m not sure of the capacity as of yet. She’s only here now to visit her ex-husband, chief editor Walter Burns (Cary Grant). Their reunion is a bt icy, although Walter still seems to be in love with her still, while Hildy’s absolutely not interested. For now.

And as the two have a back-and-forth, I gotta say, GODDAMN is this some snappy dialogue! Fast-paced, but well-written and understandable all the same. It shuld also be noted that this film was adapted from a 1928 play, The Front Page, and it shows in how these two are playing in front of the screen. Their chemistry’s basically immediate, and you sense an unseen history between them easily.

What I’m saying is, it’s great. Anyway, the two have gotten divorced, and while Walter originally agreed, he’s now fighting the divorce to stay with Hildy, even though she doesn’t want that at all. He’s been calling her constantly, and bugging her. He also talks over her, trying to prevent her from getting a word in edgewise, and Hildy ain’t fuckin’ HAVING that shit!

He asks her to come back to work for him as a reporter (THERE’S the connection to the office), and if that doesn’t work out...they can get married again? Yeah, Walter, Jesus, take a hint. She tells Walter that she’s not coming back to him, and not coming back to work on the paper.

The two, through increasingly impressive dialogue, argue intensely, which is capped off by this well-timed and impressive dodge by Walter, followed by a crack that her aim used to be better.

This movie...holy shit, this movie. Anyway, through the argument, Walter gets a call and pretends that one of his reporters called out sick, in order to get Hildy to work one more job for him. Whoof, that’s manipulatiiiiiiive. But she breaks through his constant pressing to finally tell him that she’s now engaged, and is quitting the newspaper business.

Walter insists that quitting would kill her, s she’s a “newspaperman,” which is interesting. But she’s tired of it all, and wants to live a respectable, normal life, as she says. Her fiancee is an insurance man, which Walter notes is too boring. But Hildy notes that he’s kind, sweet, and considerate, and wants a home and children, and her mind is made up.

Walter relents (seemingly) , and gives Hildy his blessings. However, he decides that he wants to meet Bruce in person, and goes out to say hello, That results in...what is legitimately a VERY funny interaction between Water, Bruce, and a random-ass dude named Pete Davis. It is...it is funny.

So, for the record, Walter’s a verbally-manipulative asshole, and...I kind of like him? Like, he’s an ABSOLUTE DICK, but also a charmer. He quickly coerces Hildy and Bruce into getting lunch at a local place. There, we learn that the two are planning on moving to Albany, where Bruce is confident that the insurance business is strong. I’ve been to Albany, and I can see that.

Walter, during the lunch, is once again a DICK, doing his best to intimidate Bruce and sabotage their plans to leave for Albany that day. He makes his way to the phone, where he schemes with Duffy (Frank Orth) to keep her in town. Back at the table, he tells her of the case of Earl Williams.

Williams is, apparently, a man recently convicted of shooting a police officer...who was black...and they use a word to describe him that begins with a C...that makes me uncomfortablllllllllllle. But it’s 1940, so it could be FAR worse. Anyway, he’s going to be executed, even though he claims that he’s innocence. And while Hildy’s intrigued by the case, she refuses to cover it for Walter.

UNTIL, that is, Walter offers to buy an insurance policy from Bruce for $100000 in 1940 money, which means a commission for $18,000 in today’s money. Uh...yeah. Yes, please. And yet, Bruce says NO, not wanting to involve his future wife in his affairs, like a GODDAMN GENTLEMAN. But Hildy don’t give a FUCK, and basically accepts the deal for him. And, uh, I DO NOT blame her, that’s a lot of goddamn money!

Understandably not trusting Walter, she has Bruce give her all of the money that they have, to his equally understandable reluctance. Because there is NO WAY that she isn’t gonna lose all of that money. We find out from a group of reporters staying near the prison that Williams is to be hung tomorrow, and that he’s a bookkeeper that was recently unemployed.

Meanwhile, after a doctor’s check-up, Bruce and Walter write up the life insurance, and Walter tells Bruce to make Hildy his beneficiary. And Bruce is understandably awkward about that, but Walter ends up convincing him, the smooth and conniving DICK that he is.

Duffy walks in to give Walter a check for more money than originally intended, and it’s even been certified! Which is...odd, but OK. Bruce calls Hildy to let her know, and she’s very suspicious. She tells Bruce to put the check in the lining of his hat, claiming that it’s an old journalist’s superstition (it is not). Looks like she’s right to be suspicious, as Walter brings in a short gentleman for unknown reasons. He follows Bruce out as he leaves the office.

Meanwhile, Hildy brides a prison guard to speak with Earl Williams (John Qualen) before his execution. He’s a shy and bookish man, who was thought to become radicalized by people speaking in a pubic park, where he went after losing his job. This, it’s believed by the press and court, eventually drove him to go insane and kill the policeman. 

But Earl seems perfectly sane, and committing murder goes against his morals. He also wasn’t won over by said radical park speakers, although he admits one of them made some good points. But still, he had a gun, and he apparently did shoot the policeman. 

In their interview, Hildy learns that the man in the park was talking about “production for use”, which is the idea that everything produced should be used, basically in a way that production meets demand, and profit is less important than product. Which, granted, is an interesting idea. But Hildy uses that to convince Earl that he shot the gun because he had it in his hands. And since the gun was produced, it needed to be used, so...

Well, that’s...something. We also learn about Mollie Malloy (Helen Mack), who’s been unfairly labeled by the press as Earl’s mistress and the witness to his case. And she gives a very passionate and heartfelt plea with the male journalists, who are...vicious. And Mollie’s hurt indeed. And while she’s there, they all treat her terribly.

But she breaks down in front of them even further when she sees the gallows being prepared outside. And as Hildy takes her out, the men left behind actually do seem ashamed. And in a single stroke, in a single scene, the film uses an immense moment of drama to show exactly why Hildy wants to leave, and the things that it makes people in this profession do. It’s...masterful.

Good place to pause! See you in Part 2!

#his girl friday #howard hawks #cary grant #rosalind russell #ralph bellamy #gene lockhart #walter burns #hildy johnson #romance february #romance film #screwball comedy #user365 #365 movie challenge #365 movies 365 days #365 Days 365 Movies #365 movies a year #classicfilmsource #useranais #ritahayworrth #fyeahmovies #userstream #filmedit

[braincoins]

Unusual Halloween Movies

Tired of Jason, Freddy, and Michael? Want something new this year? Boy, do I have some treats lined up for you! I’ve used JustWatch to list the streaming options (though these are US streaming options; I maaaaay be up for some streaming fun on Halloween...). I’ll tell you right now, this list can almost perfectly be broken into three categories: Horror-Comedy, Sci-Fi Horror, or International Horror.

American Mary -  A medical student drowning under tuition debt finds a lucrative practice when she enters the world of body modification. ngl, I remember liking this movie but it’s been a bit since I saw it, so for the CONTENT WARNINGS I’m going to straight up rip the MPAA here: Rated R for strong aberrant violent content including disturbing images, torture, a rape, sexual content, graphic nudity, language and brief drug use

Ava’s Possessions - Ever wonder what life is like once all your demons have been exorcised - literally? Now that Ava is free of the demon that once possessed her, she’s out of a job, down a few friends, and facing charges for the acts of violence her demon did. The only way to get out of trouble is to go to the demon-equivalent of AA. CONTENT WARNINGS: mostly blood and bad language; some mild sexual content 

Behind the Mask: The Rise of Leslie Vernon - A journalism grad student interviews a young man in training to be the next slasher killer, ala Jason/Freddy/Michael. An absolute treat of a movie for anyone who loves slasher films; it’s about 3/4 mockumentary, 1/4 actual horror film when she realizes that, no, really, he’s going to go kill all those co-eds. CONTENT WARNINGS: Blood, gore, naked boobs (”Ugh. Is that REALLY necessary?” “Now, Taylor, who’s telling this story?”), sex, occasional panty shots (because, again, slasher films). 

Bubba Ho-Tep - OH MAN another one I had to go back and add in ‘cause REALLY NOW. Elvis is in a nursing home (at least, he says he’s the real Elvis) and he and JFK (who is played by Ossie Davis - who you will note is NOT white) have to fight off a resurrected mummy who sucks the souls of the living out of their assholes. Bruce Campbell stars. HOW IS THAT NOT AWESOME ENOUGH FOR YOU?! CONTENT WARNING: Um... look, I think you kinda already know what sort of content to expect given what I just told you about the story.

Bulbbul (Netflix Original) -  (Hindi Language) During the 19th century Bengali Presidency, something - or someone? - is haunting the woods around a lord’s estate, killing men in gruesome ways. The lord has left his estate in charge of his young wife, while his younger brother, who’d been away studying in London, returns to hunt down whatever is causing these mysterious deaths. CONTENT WARNINGS: child bride, blood, and what Netflix calls “sexual violence”, meaning a rape scene so graphic (despite not showing any nudity or genitalia) that it is GUARANTEED to make you uncomfortable. The movie was written and directed by a woman, so there is nothing intended to be “sexy” about this at all. If you can make it through that scene, though, there is a definite payoff for it. (Or should I say “payback”?)

Eli (Netflix Original) - A young, incredibly sick boy with a fragile immune system is brought by his parents to a clinic for an experimental treatment that may be their last hope. But all is not as it seems within the walls of this place... perhaps literally. CONTENT WARNINGS: mostly just language, a few mild jump scares. People get set on fire at one point. No biggie. 

Errementari: the Blacksmith and the Devil (Netflix Original) - (Basque Language) Based on a Basque folk tale. Eight years after the First Carlist War, a government official comes to a small, impoverished Basque town asking after the blacksmith. Everyone tries to warn him away; the blacksmith is an evil, evil man. But he is on the trail of some Carlist gold that might be in the smithy, and the prospect of the gold wins him some helpers. And while everyone is distracted by that, a young orphan girl manages to get onto the blacksmith’s property. And what she finds there, no one could have expected... CONTENT WARNINGS: I took a screenshot of Netflix’s list of warnings just because it amuses me:

[sings “One of these things is not like the others...”]

Europa Report - Look, I really can’t recommend this enough for fans of found-footage features and people who can stand slower-paced, constantly-building terror. An international mission is sent to investigate Europa, one of the moons of Jupiter. (Those of you who are fans of real-world space exploration know that Europa is considered a prime target for extraterrestrial life within our solar system.) Contact was lost with the mission for a long time, until the data streams came flooding into Earth all at once. And what they showed... CONTENT WARNINGS: Like I said: slower pace than most horror/thriller movies. It builds slow and steady. There’s really not much in the way of blood and gore, though; an excellent example of terror without resorting to buckets of red corn syrup.

Event Horizon - Hellraiser in Space? Hellraiser in Space. Except the Lamentation Configuration is a fucking SPACE SHIP. Also, props for genre-savvy cast. CONTENT WARNINGS: EYE SCREAM. Blood, gore, and, no really, THE EYE THING. Did I mention the gore and the blood? Oh, and language. And blink-and-you-miss it nudity & sex.

Grabbers - Strange creatures are attacking a small Irish coastal town and the only way to protect yourself is... to be drunk? CONTENT WARNINGS: I mean, it’s Irish and everyone’s drunk, so bad language (by American standards) is a given. That’s... really about it, unless you have a tentacle phobia.

Green Room -  An up-and-coming punk band show up to play a gig and realize too late that they’re playing at a Neo-Nazi club. And when they happen to see something they... really shouldn’t have, it becomes an all-out fight for survival. Same director as Murder Party, though this movie was made later with a much better budget. CONTENT WARNINGS: Violence, blood, gore, and yes, some dogs die because they were trained to be vicious attack dogs by Neo-Nazis. :( Also, the most important content warning of all? PATRICK STEWART PLAYS A NEO-NAZI. (You think I’m joking, but for someone who grew up with him as Jean-Luc Picard, it is downright unsettling to see, okay?)

Life - Think Alien meets Europa Report (above). The six-member crew of the International Space Station are given a sample from Mars that might contain actual extraterrestrial life.  CONTENT WARNINGS: Blood. No, let me say that again: BLOOD. Sounds of bones breaking. Alien creature entering someone’s mouth and killing them from the inside (probably through a combination of choking them/asphyxiating them on their own blood/devouring their blood? It’s not clear, it’s just UNSETTLING).

Murder Party - This is what happens when snobby art school brats try to kill someone. (Read: it doesn’t go well.) Fuckin’ bop of a Halloween song over the end credits, too. Also, at least two characters are canonically bisexual. Same director as Green Room, though this movie was made first (with a much lower budget). CONTENT WARNINGS: bad language, blood, gore, nudity, mild sexual content (the nudity is supposed to be “artistic”). The dog probably DOES die, given the circumstances, but it doesn’t happen on screen, at least? And the dog gets some pretty decent comeuppance first... Also, 1000000% accurate cat representation. 

The Perfection (Netflix Original) - A former cello virtuoso (virtuosa?) gets in touch with her former teacher and meets his new star pupil. An instant connection is formed between the two women... or is it? (Yes, there are lesbians!) CONTENT WARNINGS: oh chaos, where do I start? Bugs under the skin, hacking off body parts, blood, gore, mild sexual content, sexual abuse, and the movie itself is complete and utter MINDFUCKERY. Did you like “Tales from the Crypt” as a kid? You’ll probably dig this. 

Ravenous - With apologies to all Native Americans, but at least they did get actual Native American actors for those parts (George is played by a Pueblo actor; his sister Martha is played by an actress of Menominee and Stockbridge-Munsee descent). A soldier who won a questionable victory during the Mexican-American war is given a hero’s status and then an exile to a remote fort in the Sierra Nevadas. Not long after he arrives, a would-be settler arrives with a harrowing tale, calling for help for what few survivors there are of his wagon train. The two friendly Native Americans at the fort issue warnings that go unheeded, of course. CONTENT WARNINGS: Blood, gore, cannibalism, PTSD.

Slither - James Gunn’s 2006 Feature Movie Directorial Debut! He wrote it, too. An homage to B-movie gore flicks like you’d see at the drive-in. I am just copying and pasting the IMDB summary ‘cause I love this movie too much to be concise about it: A small town is taken over by an alien plague, turning residents into zombies and all forms of mutant monsters. (Oh, but don’t forget the nasty, slithery blood worm things!) CONTENT WARNINGS: Nasty, slithery blood worm things. GORE, BLOOD, GORE, GORE. A very uncomfortable sex scene. Michael Rooker.

They’re Watching - An American TV crew filming what is essentially “House Hunters: Eastern Europe” stumble into superstitions, folklore, and... TERROR!! MWAHAHAHAHA. No, seriously, I LOVE how it’s basically “What if some HGTV crew wound up waaaaaaaay in over their heads, in a horrible and bloody way?” CONTENT WARNINGS: Blood, gore, and NO WI-FI.

#Halloween Movies #added Event Horizon because Pengy convinced me that not enough people know it

[letstalksymphogear]

Symphogear, EP.4

Last time on Beverly Hills 90210!

Hibiki begins to understand the true nature of the Sam Reimi Spiderman trilogy as she lives the life of a superhero by night and a normal student by day in the most miserable way possible. Constant cockblocking from the duties she explicitly chose to do distance her from her significant other Miku, as it drives wedges into their friendlationship. As Hibiki breaks off a plan prepped weeks in advance to see rocks fall from the sky, she takes out her frustration on the local Kamen Rider villian rejects before coming up to see Tsubasa, only to be greeted by a new face...

Let us continue!

As the situation tenses between the three gi- hey! Hey, wait a minute! This is a flashback! That’s no fair. You’re just going to throw this to us while we’re trying to do this stuff? Get it together, show.

The show hauls our asses to a flashback, because God knows we needed one right now. It’s not just any flashback, though. It’s a flashback of our favorite redhead, Kanade!

In a straightjacket.

While everyone is staring.

“i dont usually do this but you’ve got a bad case of catch-these-handsitis”

“oh god, she’s so wild, and angry... i... why am i hoping she’s single...?”

“aye. this is the fate of all rabiosexuals out there.”

Kanade is tied down because she’s the sole survivor of a Noise attack, and more importantly, she really, really wants to fight the Noise. What she doesn’t know is that she is potentially a new candidate for a Symphogear relic.

“oh... we’d pair so well... our colors are diametrically opposed...”

“GIMMIE A FUCKING GUN AND A TEN PIECE CHICKEN MCNUGGET MEAL YOU GUY FIERI LOOKING ASSHOLE”

Genjuro, who suffers from Compulsive Child Adopting Syndrome (CCAS), immediately comes to the conclusion to adopt this tiny gremlin. It helps that her parents are, well, dead.

Fatherly instincts vibrating intensely.

Genjuro talks to this small child, who is currently 99% anger and 1% chicken fluff, scanning their conviction towards working to the goal of fighting the Noise.

In retrospect, his methods are a bit weird. Feeding into the extreme edginess of a 14 year old scorned isn’t exactly the best thing in the world. Unfortunately, as we established before, the only thing that can fight Noise are Symphogear, and the only reason he’s not in the front lines is because he can’t wield one.

Kanade naturally obliges this deal, her braincells having long since perished alongside her parents. Then Perish indeed, Kanade.

“buddy im being trained as a samurai in modern times and i still could not fathom going as hard as you”

The pact is sealed. The child is adopted. Genjuro’s adoption addiction relapses, and he’s going to have quite a long talk at AA (Adopters Anonymous).

The thing about Genjuro that makes him an interesting character is that he actually really, really, really hates the idea of having to pit children in fighting these horrible threats. Unlike a lot of male characters who have a strong sense of manliness but a poorly written way of expressing it, Genjuro manages to be a compassionate person in the face of all this terribleness. He’s the only person to think about throwing parties for these girls, and trying to give them any sort of sense of happiness and normalcy to their lives, now changed forever by machinations he has been put in charge of. He’s the Anti-Gendo. He doesn’t tell Shinji to get in the robot. He makes sure Shinji is well enough to be in the robot, and would never do so otherwise, knowing the mental toll.

That’s why ultimately, he is The Dad.

So, with that in mind, they prep Kanade to recieve the relic assigned to her. One of the major elements of using relics is compatibility. Kanade is not naturally compatible to Gungnir; they have to slowly ease her into it.

“mumble mumble cant wait to kick their asses mumble mumble”

This is a process that takes years. The show doesn’t do well in showing this, but it takes many, many years for her to be compatible after endless medical examinations and controlled situations.

The experiments, naturally, hurt like a bitch to boot.

“genjuro she’ll be okay, right?”

“flip a coin on it, tsubasa”

“oh shit yall see this news? pornhubs gonna buy tumblr! damn, i can make an all in one profile now.”

When you’re forced to watch your newly adopted daughter torture herself to be compatible with an ancient, musty cursed relic.

After all that, Kanade still isn’t compatible. Of course, nothing is simple with Kanade. You may ask yourself, “Why did Genjuro have to tie up Kanade in a straitjacket? That seems pretty abusive.”

Simply put, it’s because Kanade has never fucked around in any second of her life, having taken off all the devices on her, taken a direct syringe of the stuff she’s trying to synchronize with, and directly inject it into her, herself.

Fear.

“i am so SICK, and TIRED, of all this namby pamby wimpy ass standard shit. YALL MOTHERFUCKERS THINK I WONT GO FULL THROTTLE?! MY LIFE IS FULL THROTTLE. I! AM! GONNA! GET! SHIT! DONE! TONIGHT! BOYYYYS!”

Tsubasa, likely already going through puberty by this point, simultaneously understands both the concepts of fear and arousal witnessing this near suicidal display of absolute madness immediately.

Holy shit, Kanade.

You know shit’s bad when even Ryoko is afraid.

Turns out, however, that Kanade did the right move in becoming compatible with Gungnir, at a very physically demanding price.

Really, physically demanding.

“shouldnt have had that massive spaghetti carbonara before doing all this shit but fuck i really liked that fuckin’ spaghetti slorp slorp go the sauce ooooooooh god this is bad”

“HAHA IM FINE- IM FINE EVERYONE- THIS- THIS IS JUST THE SPAGHETTI- I HAD BEFORE THE- BEFORE THE PROCEDURE IT’S NOT- IT’S NOT BLOOD I SWEAR- OH I AM FEELING LIGHTHEADED- DON’T WORRY YOUR PRETTY HEADS IM GOOD! OH- OH FUCK-”

The scientists, who have been easily staring at this entire situation for more than 5 minutes or more, have not stepped in to do a single damn thing, as if overpowering a 14 year old to stop her from injecting a dangerous thing that could directly kill her is completely out of their paygrade. Genjuro wakes them the fuck up and likely briefly contemplates firing some of these morons.

“so this is what’s called... getting lost in the sauce...”

The scientists scramble to keep Kanade from vomiting more marinara sauce but Kanade exerts but a mere fraction of her now developing Symphogear abilities, knocking them all out with ease.

“this is some shit right here, damn”

Kanade pulls some Independence Day theatrics on everyone, as a 14 year old on the verge of death typically would if given the opportunity. Death may be certain but you at least get to go out in style. Will Smith would be proud.

The half-life of Tsubasa’s fearousal reached completion as it has mostly decayed into fear at this point.

However, the relic pendant begins glowing. This is likely the one thing that keeps Kanade from dying. An interesting comparison given Hibiki’s own survival and gear manifestation.

Kanade achieves super saiyan.

“THEY ALL SAID I WAS LOST IN THE SAUCE... AND THEY ALL THOUGHT THE SAUCE WAS LOST IN ME. BUT NOW... I AM THE SAUCE!”

Tsubasa’s fear directly transmutes itself back into arousal per the first law of alchemy. Something to note is that Tsubasa was naturally receptive to her own gear; she didn’t need to go through the medical process Kanade went through. It’s because of this that Kanade earns Tsubasa’s admiration for life, even long after she dies.

“THE SAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUCCCEEEEEEEEEE”

And so, the unambiguously gay duo known as Zwei Wing formed. Singers by day...

Noise slayers by night.

Saving the country, singing in the country, bonding together... in the country. Truly, there is no more iconic duo than these two.

“yall sing pretty”

“anyway bye”

Kanade’s initial motivation for getting Gungnir was to kill the Noise indiscriminately with no hesitation. It slowly dawns on her, though, that helping people... is good?

“the sauce lost me. i got lost in the sauce. i became the sauce. but... why don’t i... share, the sauce? because... people like sauce... and i like sauce... and we can bond together... liking sauce!”

Kanade and Tsubasa have a Captain America moment running together as Kanade muses about how singing for other people feels way better than just pure murder funtimes.

“hey, uh... tsubasa... it just hit me. i like sauce. and... you, you like sauce. do... do you want to share sauce together?”

“kanade as your girlfriend ive literally heard you talk about sauce metaphors for the last several years and if you dont think i wont slurp your sauce down without hesitation you’ve got another thing coming”

“hell yeah! ive still got some of my original leftover marinara to share!”

No heterosexual explanation whatsoever.

Not a damn one.

Oh yeah...! Because by shedding tears, the reality you face is...

Nehushtan? Weird end of a sentence, but okay.

We’re thrust back into the present time, present day, as we’re back in our three way throwdown.

Genjuro is an extra large McFuckingPissed with Large Fries and a Shake, supersized.

“you want some sauce with that? lmao, sorry, too soon”

As the werewolves come out in full force, the tension strengthens while a battle brews nearby...

“yall think you’re getting your hands on this goddamn armor without realizing im officiating this here gay pride parade. and guess what? you’re cancelled.”

“didn’t know clowns were part of the acronym, let alone capable of managing it. either way, you’ve gotta be at least this tall to use the armor.” 

“so why not make like a hobbit, drop the armor, and burrow back to whatever hidey hole you came from, bimbo baggins!”

“guess you didnt read the books, moron. last i checked, bilbo doesn’t lose his traveling partners.”

“that low blow only comes at the cost of outing yourself as a fucking nerd.”

“im not ashambed. im gonna blow your mind with some math: my foot, plus your face, subtracting the teeth from your mouth, equals an ass kicking.”

“NOTHING IN THAT FORMULA INVOLVES ANY ASS WHATSOEV-”

Hibiki gets in the way immediately, citing the ethical ramifications of fighting humans as opposed to talking to them, conveniently forgetting this was the same person ready to body her merely an episode or two ago.

“hey first of all please don’t say bimbo thats really degrading, and second of all clowns aren’t actually in the acronym but im sure there are some gay clowns out there so please dont talk like that and thirdly im sorta short and that hurt my feelings and fourthly killing is fucking bad, tsubasa, let us not commit human on human murder”

both of them, in unison, i shit you not:

“yo, you like murder? shit. i like murder too!”

“like oh my god! murder is my favorite hobby. i take it back, you’re chill. still gotta die, though.”

Hibiki is casually tossed aside from this fight, given her very ideas are anti-thetical to fighting as a whole.

A real sick battle ensues.

Something to note is that our spunky opponent has another relic at her disposal which summons Noise. This relic is called Solomon’s cane. You’ll learn more about it later.

Not a pretty sight.

Tsubasa is losing. Not only is she losing, but the enemy cool kid reveals a very notable detail of her plan: She was distracted Tsubasa on purpose. The real plan...

Was to kidnap Hibiki.

In an ironic twist, Tsubasa’s inability to work with her teammate not only put her teammate in danger, but explicitly allowed her opponent to fulfill her mission of trying to capture her.

“i changed my mind kick her ass please oh god”

Hibiki still has not learned her lesson.

Tsubasa gets her ass kicked. Her opponent pulls every punch in the book, with some lowdown dirty fighting.

Unfortunately, Tsubasa, having learned from the Kanade Amou Private School Of No Brain Cell Combat, she pulls the last ace from her sleeve.

“lmao bitch whatre you gonna do, sing?”

“i didnt design my hair like a fucking 8th note for nothing, you cabbage patch kid”

“then let’s hear it, motherfucker.”

#symphogear #symphogear season 1 #recap #anime #comedy

[rosewinterborn]

11/11/11

I waited too long to do this, so now I have 44 questions to do. RIP. Tagged by @writersblockandapotoftea, @arwallace (I know you tagged @expositionpreposition but it’s easier to do it here!), @shit-she-wrote, and @atinydino

Cap:

Who was your childhood hero?

Honestly, probably JKR. Again, RIP.

If we didn’t start the fire, who did?

People like my dad who say “millennials” like it’s a derogatory word probably

What made you start your wip?

Reading too much Dresden Files and also looking at magic academia posts on Tumblr (Gutter Witch); Reading Eragon (Companion to Dragons); Wanting to make an open magic world (Witches Anthology); Reading too much Stucky fanfiction (Fractal); Listening to the Magnus Archives three times through in a month (CHAF3k); wanted to go on a magic adventure with my high school friends (Children of the Light)

Hogwarts house?

Gryffindor!

Star Trek or Star Wars

Star Wars, though I like both

What was your pre-teen bop?

Uhhh Taylor Swift’s whole second album

If you could have a fantasy creature as a pet, what would you pick?

A dragon about the size of a cat that could sit on my shoulder and talk to me

What’s your pet peeve?

Feeling like people are upset with me but won’t talk to me about it

Dracula or Frankenstien’s Monster?

Haven’t read Dracula so Frankenstein’s monster, I guess.

What’s the weirdest thing you’ve said to a friend?

I mean I had a conversation with two lesbians about dildos yesterday, soooo

If you had to murder someone, who would it be?

No one. I honestly don’t think I’d be able to live with myself after.

A R Wallace

Which book(s)/series would you compare your current WIP(s) to?

The Dresden Files. Though I did have someone say it was like reading a better-written Mortal Instruments. I was tickled.

Would you be willing to adapt your WIP into a movie one     day? Why or Why not?

Yes. Please. Let me see my work come to life.

What is your ‘writing ritual’? (do you make sure     you’ve made a cup of tea, sit in a particular spot, etc.)

I don’t have any particular ritual, I usually just try and seize the energy when I have it. Right now I am trying to sit at my actual desk to work, though, and during school if I had anything that I desperately needed to get done I took my ass to a coffee shop and told myself I wasn’t allowed to leave until it was done.

How much has writeblr helped you with your writing?

It helped me find a writing community that inspired me to get back to work after the depression had taken it away from me. I’m not as active on writeblr as maybe I could be, but the writing discord I found through it has been a lifeline.

If you could be one creature (real or mythical), what would you be?

A dragon. But like, one of the ones that can shapeshift. I also like being human.

Sum up your favorite WIP in one sentence

Oh god I’m supposed to have a favorite? That’s not gonna happen…

Gutter Witch: Local teens sick and tired of prophetic bullshit

Children of the Light: Estranged assholes learn to love each other again and also stop the apocalypse

Fractal: Hell on Earth in so many ways

Companion to Dragons: Girl’s asshole father sends her and her sister on a suicide mission and thinks that’s the end of it (surprise!)

Witches Anthology: literally a whole bunch of short stories so I’m not gonna try

Which of your characters is your favorite?

Whyyyyyy idk in GW probably Hunter, he’s fun to write. Overall maybe Sterling, my enby necromancer in the anthology

Which of your characters is your least favorite?

Hunter’s mother. Like honestly, every time I write about her she gets worse.

What do you believe is the most overused trope in your WIP’s genre(s)?

Melodrama.

Favorite season?

Autumn

If you could travel anywhere in the universe, where would you go?

Several places in Europe, in no particular order.

Eva:

1.     What’s the first story you remember writing?

A story about a cat and a mouse becoming friends.

2.     How has your taste in books changed since childhood?

I’ve tended a lot less towards high fantasy. I think it’s too much of an energy investment to try and understand the worldbuilding right now, whereas you can usually just jump into urban fantasy. I’ve also gotten a lot more interested in horror.

3.     Do you see any similarities to your favorite books in your work? If yes, what are they?

If I’m being real honest, most of my wips are direct rip-offs of stuff I’ve read/watched/listened to, at least in the first draft. I usually try and direct my obsessions into creative energy at some point, with differing amounts of success.

4.     What sort of music inspires you?

Stuff with strong beats/baseline and vaguely rebellious lyrics. So like, lots of Imagine Dragons and Fall Out Boy. But also trailer music like Epic Score and Two Steps from Hell

5.     Favorite book?

These are the most evil kinds of questions you guys.

I can’t think of any published books I’d call my absolute favorite, but I do have a handful of fanfics I read on at least an annual basis: War, Children, by Nonymos; To Be Vulnerable Is Needed Most of All, by perfect_plan; and Schroedinger’s Romance by lesbuchanan

6.     Favorite mythology (Greek, Norse, etc.)?

Probably Celtic? I’m really rusty on it though

7.     Dream vacation?

A long, long trip through Europe without having to worry about money

8.     Favorite writing snack?

I don’t really eat when I write because its too much of a distraction :P

9.     What tea do you drink the most while writing?

Irish Breakfast

10.  Do you have a special writing cup, that you drink tea out of specifically when writing to fill you up with inspiration?

I have a couple I’m more likely to grab, like my Night Vale Community Radio mug or my white Starbucks mug with the gold lettering

11. Write your favorite quote from your recent wip!!

Just outside the beam of light was a circle of what looked like black paint, tiny sigils scratched into it, shimmering uncannily in the dark. Wisps of that grim light drifted from the sigils to the figures at their center, dancing around Mara’s hands, clutching at Hunter’s shirt. Anywhere they touched his skin, blood seeped from a new laceration, sluggish and dark and horrible. 

“Hunter,” she breathed. 

Then she heard him. 

“Run, Cady,” he croaked. “Tell my mom...she’s a bitch.”

Ames:

1.     What’s your favorite season and why

Autumn! I love rain and also that it’s not super hot or super cold

2.     What’s your favorite food?

Bread.

3.     Who’s your favorite character in your most recent WIP?

Hunter Bishop, asshole extraordinaire

4.     Do you hide easter eggs in your writing? If so tell me a few.

Hm. If I do, I don’t consider them easter eggs, just references. Though I did have someone in my creative writing class ask if the sandwich my protagonist was eating was based on one served in one of the restaurants on campus (and he was right)

5.     Would you prefer your WIPs to be turned into a movie or tv series? (feel free to tell me about more than just 1)

Gutter Witch should just be a movie, and I’m leaning towards that for Witches as well. Fractal could go either way, though I’m leaning towards TV show. Children of the Light could go either way. CHAF3k will hopefully be a podcast at some point.

6.     If you could have a writing studio anywhere with anything in it, what would it be like and where would it be?

I like the nook I have, though I think I’d adjust the height of my desk chair and add a coffee maker and a closer bathroom so I don’t have to walk all the way across the apartment. Oh, and I’d get a massive whiteboard so I can go all conspiracy theory on my wips.

7.     What music do you listen to to get you in the zone? (the writing zone)

Trailer music! Epic Score and Two Steps from Hell. I can’t listen to music with lyrics while I try to make the words go.

8.     What’s your worldbuilding process?

Panic.

But actually, I think of the aesthetic I’m after and then try to make everything build off of that. Along the way I usually try to figure out what thing I’m consciously or unconsciously basing it off of so that I can make necessary changes.

9.     Who are your most influential authors?

JKR (sorry), Laini Taylor, Juliet Marillier, Tamora Pierce

10.  What’s your favorite kind of cookie?

French macarons

11. Give me your favorite excerpt for your recent WIP!

“I wanted to talk to Madge.”

“Madge is dead,” Hunter said, confused. 

“I’m aware,” she said. “I asked Death to take me to her, but she said she couldn’t and suggested projection instead.”

Hunter turned from the stove with the most dumbfounded expression Cady had ever seen outside of cinema. “You asked Death,” he repeated.

Cady snorted. “Yeah. I asked Death.”

“The cosmic power, Death.”

“The cosmic power, Death. We’re good friends. She comes over for tea on occasion.”

Hunter stared at her, expression halfway between disbelief and suspicion. “You’re fucking with me.”

“I’m not fucking with you,” Cady said. “Death is the whole reason I came to this Coven. She sent me here when I was thirteen.”

Hunter sank back against the counter, looking almost faint. Whatever he’d been cooking began to sizzle alarmingly. “Death has been...in this apartment.”

Cady nodded.

Not tagging anyone else on this one. I’ve learned my lesson lmao.

#tag games

[lookastarlightnight-blog]

From Zero

[Admin Lyric: I wrote this fanfiction based off of From Zero by Monsta X. I suggest listening to the song and reading the lyrics to understand the story a little more. This is also one of the first fanfictions I've wrote so i hope you enjoy it! P.S I didn’t mean for Seungcheol to come off as the “bad guy” I love him a lot]  >_<   

Characters: Soonyoung (Hoshi), Jihoon (Woozi), Mingyu, Wonwoo, Seungcheol (S.Coups)

Genre: Angst, Fluff (at ending)

Word Count: 3,782

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, alcohol usage, and depression

It was hard for Soonyoung, to see the love of his life with someone else. To be honest, he knew. He knew it was his fault. He was the reason they broke it off in the first place. He was selfish, an asshole, and yes, he blamed the only person he’s ever loved for all the stupid shit he did. It was pure torture for him to know he couldn’t get his lover back. He knew that he’s lost to the only person who could ever serenade his beautiful sunshine. He knew that he can no longer see that beautiful smile. He knew that he could never hug him, kiss him, hold his hand, make love to him, make sure he never got sick, make sure he ate, slept well. He knew. He lost. He lost to a piss poor person, who doesn’t know shit about love, who just goes to random clubs and has sex with anyone he can get his hands on. He lost, to that son of a bitch, Choi Seungcheol. 

Lee Jihoon

That’s all Soonyoung could think about. He shouldn’t be thinking about him but he couldn’t help it. He’s always “branded” Jihoon as his and everyone, including Seungcheol, should know that he’s his property. Even though they’re not together, he still believes Jihoon is his. He doesn’t care if he’s being selfish because he loves him. 

 Lee Jihoon

“Ahhhhhhh!!” Soonyoung screams in agony. His chest hurts, really bad. If he keeps thinking about Ji- you know who, he’ll probably die from a heart attack. Just as he’s in thought about his ex, his roommate, Kim Mingyu bursts open his bedroom door. 

“What the hell Soonyoung!? Are you okay!?” His eyebrows were knit together, concern written all over face out of pure care for his best friend. “No…” Soonyoung notes Mingyu probably just woke up. Drool on his cheek, bed hair, half naked. Is his boyfriend here? He probably is, he always is.

“I need a fucking drink.” Soonyoung plops on his back, lying down on his queen size mattress. It’s morning but who gives a fuck when your about to die right? He needs alcohol. Mingyu sighed. He knew exactly why Soonyoung wanted to drink. He knew how heart broken he was. Mingyu walked over to Soonyoung and sat on his bed. 

“No Hyung” 

“Mingyu I really need-“

“No”

“Mingyu come on! I just need one night, that’s all!” 

Soonyoung sat up and stared at Mingyu. Mingyu knew he was going to give in to his giant baby, so called hyung. He didn’t want Soonyoung to be sad but he knew going to get blacked out drunk isn’t a good way of coping. Soonyoung’s in a horrible state and it hurts his heart to see his favorite hyung looking like a sad puppy. Mingyu sighed again. 

“Fine”

Soonyoung fell back on his bed and sighed in relief. He felt happy to know his friend was giving him some kind of reassurance that he’s always there for him. Bad times and good, he’ll be there when he needs him most, which is right now. 

“Thanks Mingyu-ah” 

Soonyoung, Mingyu, and Mingyu’s boyfriend Jeon Wonwoo all walked to the bar and sat down on the stools in front. Soonyoung always hated bars. They smelled like disgusting sweaty drunk people, cigarettes, and sex. 

It made him gag at the thought of people shamelessly fucking near him while smelling like they swam in cigarette buds. He hated the way the floor felt. It was littered with dried up alcohol, so every time you’d walk you’d hear that annoying crunchy sticky sound. The music always sucked because for some reason someone likes to just leave the same 3 songs playing the entire time which would give him a bad headache. To be honest, these were the things he did when walking to a place he’s been with Ji- you know who, to try not to think about him. 

But he needed this. He needed to know how the bitter alcohol tasted on his tongue again. It made him feel better and free from his own horrible thoughts for a few hours, he liked not thinking about Ji- why the fuck do I keep thinking about him?

When did the other two leave? He didn’t really know, but he’s just glad he has himself a glass of tequila to make him forget about his fucked up life. After all he is a broke ass college student who just happened to be going through a really bad break up with the love of his life. Could my life get any worse?, he thought.

He saw someone staring at him from afar but just brushed it off as some creep trying to get laid or something. Or some other annoying pervert who wants to hit on him, he didn’t really know. But for some reason the creep just wouldn’t let up which irritated him an awful lot. Soonyoung was tipsy after all and didn’t know much of what was happening, but he knew for sure that he heard footsteps and that the creep started walking up to him. If he wasn’t on the verge of being drunk, he would’ve punched the guy, or maybe worse. 

“Hey Kwon” Spoke to soon. How the hell does this creep know my last name? But for some reason his voice sounds familiar, like I’ve heard it before. Soonyoung turned around and was greeted with a way too familiar face, a face he’d much rather not see, the man who stole his precious Jihoon, Choi Seungcheol. Soonyoung’s face turned pale and his stomach started to churn. Seeing his face made want to curl up in a ball on his bed under the blankets and sob till he ran out of tears. Try to act normal Soon, you got this. Hwaiting! 

“Hey! H-How have you b-been?” Wow, I’m a fucking looser.

“I could be better. How have you been? You don’t look too good.” Says while pointing at Soonyoung’s face. 

Why the hell would I be okay? You took my Ji away and you expect me to be fine? And of course I look like shit, don’t rub it in. “I’ve had better days. So uh...” He didn’t want to ask about Jihoon because It’d make him sound desperate, so he started to back track a little but panicked cause this conversation was awkward as shit. 

Soonyoung never really hated Seungcheol. He just disliked him because he has that someone who makes Soonyoung’s heart flutter. He has the love of Soonyoung’s life. Seungcheol had Jihoon and that’s enough to make Soonyoung dislike anyone. 

He saw someone coming up behind Seungcheol but couldn’t make out who it was due to the dimmed lights in the bar. Just as he was about to open his mouth, that someone spoke. 

“Cheol, can we leave? I’m bored and hungry.” Soonyoung’s eyes widened. He knew that voice all to well. It’s fucking Jihoon. He needed to stay calm but he couldn’t. Jihoon’s eyes found his and he swore he saw his eyes water a little. He was tipsy and was probably just seeing things but the only question on his mind was why? Why did this have to happen to him? “Yeah sure, but I gotta see if Vernon’s still here. I’ll be right back.” And with that he walks right away. 

Jihoon looked uncomfortable. He knew Jihoon didn’t want to see him. He knew he still hated him. He just wanted things to be normal again. Back when they used to skip their morning classes because Jihoon didn’t sleep and Soonyoung was still tired, so they cuddled in bed till they fell asleep. And when Jihoon would sneak out of his and Seokmin’s shared apartment because he couldn’t sleep without Soonyoung and showered him with kisses. He missed those days, and it hurts. He wanted to, so badly talk to his ex lover, but he knew that would just be crossing the line of personal space and him being comfortable. 

Again, Soonyoung was tipsy, so the alcohol decided otherwise. “How have you been Ji?” He said softly almost enough for him not to hear, but Jihoon heard it.

“I’ve been okay.” He expressed himself very emotionless, which caused Soonyoung’s eyes to water. Why doesn’t he just talk to me like he used to? “That’s good.” He seems so awkward with me now. As Soonyoung was about to say something else, but Jihoon interrupted him. 

“Soon, I don’t really wanna talk to you okay?” 

“Why? And you still use my nickname…” 

“Let’s not do this.” 

“Do what?” 

Jihoon sighed and stopped responding to Soonyoung. He never once took the time to look at Soonyoung in his eyes. It hurt him, physically, mentally, and emotionally. 

Then it hit him. He wanted to leave. No, he needed to leave. Not because he hated the bar, not because he likes leaving Mingyu at places because it’s funny, not because all the drunk people who had come up to him and hit on him, but because he’s finally realized that he can’t have Jihoon back even if he tried, because Jihoon doesn’t ever want to be with him again. Jihoon hates him.

                                                     -JIHOON POV-

When I saw Soonyoung look at me with such hurt in his eyes, that’s when I knew that I should’ve talked to him nicer. Why do I have to be so fucking cold to him? Jihoon tried to call out to him but he ran out of the bar. I feel like utter shit. I love him. No. I love Seungcheol. Yeah, I love Soonyoung. Shit. Seungcheol walked up to Jihoon relatively slow. 

“Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He laughs at himself. On any other occasion Jihoon would laugh at him, hit him slightly on his arm, and tell him he’s not funny. No, this time, he’s quiet. All he’s thinking about is how hurt Soonyoung looked and he has never wanted to see him look like that. Jihoon just really wants to go home and go to sleep. Seungcheol notices. He notices Jihoon’s quietness, but doesn’t question it. He knows why he’s quiet. Although he hates to admit, Soonyoung was Jihoon’s first love. He knows he has to be the good boyfriend he is and give him space, so he does. The whole car ride to Jihoon and Seokmin’s shared apartment was quiet. 

When Seungcheol pulls in front of the apartment, Jihoon is quick to get out, only to be stopped by and pair of strong hands. Jihoon turns around towards Seungcheol. 

“What?” Jihoon didn’t mean for it to come off as cold, but it does. Seungcheol doesn’t mind because it’s Jihoon after all and he knows how he’s feeling. “Make sure you eat something and rest okay?” Jihoon nods. 

He doesn’t give Seungcheol a kiss before he leaves him because he’s falling. Falling in his mind and heart because they’re both saying something different. Logic and reality, are being complete opposites, and emotionally, he is not doing well. His head starts spinning and he starts to become dizzy. He needs to sleep. His stomach growls but he ignores it. He really needs to sleep. Seokmin isn’t here so he thanks god for being nice to him, he might, no he will ask too many questions. His stomach growls again. He tries to ignore it but grabs a sausage from the fridge and eats it on his way to his room. He locks the door, plops straight onto his bed and cries. He cries till he falls asleep. Dreaming about past events with Soonyoung. 

                                                     -Flashback- 

Soonyoung wakes up to the smell of brewed coffee and pancakes. He was confused because Mingyu can’t cook for shit and neither can Wonwoo. He got up and went to the kitchen of the small but homey apartment. There, he saw one of the most cutest things ever. Not the food or the coffee in a cute mug, but the short man trying to reach for a box on a high shelf. He chuckles, loud enough for Jihoon to hear which startles him. Soonyoung walks over to where he’s standing and gets the box for him. Jihoon scoffs but gives Soonyoung a kiss on the cheek. Then pouts. 

“It was supposed to be a surprise!” Soonyoung thought that was the cutest shit he’s ever seen Jihoon do and then picks him off the ground. Jihoon sequels then starts laughing. 

“Put me down you smell bad, like sleep!” 

“No my precious.” Which he says in an inhuman like voice and scares the hell out of Mingyu’s dog. 

“Fine, I like being in your hold anyway.” 

“Awww, you’re so cute” Soonyoung winks. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Jihoon kisses Soonyoung on the lips then hops down out of his hold. And in walks the buffoons. 

“Where’s our food?” 

“Yeah I’m hungry!!” 

“Make your own! It’s for our 2 year anniversary!”

                                                -SOONYOUNG POV- 

Soonyoung woke up slight hungover, with tear a stained face, but that pain in his head was nothing compared to the pain he felt in his chest. As soon as his mind started to wander, it went to the wrong place, Jihoon. He started crying before he could realize it. He hated this. He hated this so much. He doesn’t want to be in pain but he is and he can’t help it. His sobbing was loud, which caused Wonwoo to worry and knock on his bedroom door. 

“Hyung, can I come in?” 

No reply 

“You’re not naked right?” 

No reply 

Eventually, Wonwoo opened the door and walked over and sat next to Soonyoung. He patted him on his back but then hugged him. His sobbing only became louder as he hugged Wonwoo. Mingyu came in shortly after Wonwoo to comfort his crying hyung. They were both confused but didn’t ask any questions, they just wanted him to be okay. They waited till he was ready to explain why he was crying, and eventually he did. 

“Wait, so you’re telling me you ran into Jihoon? And you’re claiming that he doesn’t like you anymore?” Wonwoo sums up what Soonyoung says because Mingyu can’t seem to grasp the situation. 

“Yeah. I just want things to be okay between us you know?” Soonyoung sniffs and wipes the tears off of his face for the 11th time. Mingyu’s face reads pure anger. He wanted to yell and scream at Seungcheol for getting in the way of Soonyoung and Jihoon’s relationship. Yeah Seungcheol can do what he wants and so can Jihoon, but why the hell does he have to date Jihoon right when this crisis is happening? Right when Soonyoung’s not okay? 

“I understand why you’re sad. I think he needs more time to process everything. He still loves you, I promise.” Mingyu gives a reassuring smile that says to trust him. Soonyoung can’t believe him, he doesn’t know why but he just can’t. He knows Jihoon hates him. “Get some rest okay?” Soonyoung nods and Wonwoo kisses his forehead before leaving his room with Mingyu. 

Where the hell did I get such nice friends? I don’t deserve them. 

The following day Soonyoung isn’t ready to go to his morning classes. He knows he’s going to see Jihoon. He’s not ready to face him yet. He really doesn’t know what he’s gonna do, make up some lame excuse? No, he’s not in high school anymore and he knows lame excuses don’t work anymore. 

“Are you gonna be okay?” Fuck Wonwoo scared the shit out of me! Why is he so quiet? Wonwoo must have noticed he scared him by the way Soonyoung jumped and he laughed. 

“You bitch, it’s not funny! Why the hell are you so quiet? Be like Mingyu and make some type of noise entering a room.” He goes back to fixing his jeans when Wonwoo puts his arms around him, which scares Soonyoung again. 

“What the fuck?! Don’t do that either!!” Says while putting his hand on his heart. Wonwoo laughs, yeah he just fucking laughs like the dick he is. “You didn’t answer my question though.” Arms still around Soonyoung, Wonwoo starts rocking them back and forth because he felt his body get tense in his hold. “Its fine, I’ll be okay I guess.” Soonyoung looks at his feet and then out the window. 

“I guess? Soonie! I promise it’ll be over before you know it. I mean it.” Wonwoo doesn’t get a response but instead a very sad looking Soonyoung. He turns Soonyoung around and tickles him causing Soonyoung to laugh and see his cute eye smile. “See? Be more like this, HAPPY!!” 

“Are you on drugs or something? You’re barley affectionate to Mingyu but you’re touching me and shit. It’s scaring me” Wonwoo’s eyes widened and then his face goes back to how it’s supposed to be, how Soonyoung likes it.

“I fucking hate you. I’m leaving.” And with that he walks away, but not before flipping Soonyoung off which causes him to laugh. I really think he got into Vernon’s weed stash.

“I love you too Wonwoo-ah!!”

When it was time to go to that certain class with that certain person, Soonyoung felt like he was gonna throw up. Out of no where, a beautiful idea popped in his head. He didn’t think It’d work but he’d try right? He walked into the room and to his luck his professor was there on time today. 

“Gyosoo-nim, can I have the work for today?” Soonyoung was nervous he knew the why question was coming up. His palms became sweaty and also the fact that he could see Jihoon staring at him from the back of the room. How does he see me from all the way back there? Duh pabo! It’s your bright ass red hair!! He mentally slaps himself for being dumb.

“Why do you need the assignment? Did you get into trouble again?” He had this disappointed look on his face and no he wasn’t in trouble.“No, I just have a doctors appointment and I need to be there in like 5 minutes.” It was a lie, but whatever he had to do to avoid seeing Jihoon, he’ll do it. He just can’t be in this class right now, not today.

“Oh, okay. Here. Just bring me the doctors note tomorrow and I’ll exempt you from the test that’s happening today.”

“Thanks you Gyosoo-nim.” He bowed then walked out of the school without anyone being suspicious of him. He sprinted out of the building trying to leave as soon as possible, slowing down when he saw his familiar street address. 

When Soonyoung got back to his and Mingyu’s apartment, he’s happy. He’s free!! What the hell is he gonna do about tomorrow? He doesn’t know, all that he was worried was today and now since he’s done with all of this lying, he can relax. Mingyu and Wonwoo weren’t there so Soonyoung took that to his advantage. He actually got to sit on the couch without being squished and was wallowing in his own self pity. He hated being depressed but you learn to deal with it. His way of dealing with depression was to binge watch old dramas he’s watched millions of times and eat a bunch of junk food. He heard a knock at the door. He didn’t really rush or anything, thinking it’d be Mingyu cause stupid forgets his keys all the time.

As soon as he opened the door he was face to face with the last person he wanted to see. Jihoon. What the hell is he doing here?

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Huh?” Soonyoung knew he was just playing dumb on purpose, he wanted Jihoon to leave. He couldn’t cry again, no he can’t. He literally might die. 

Jihoon rolled his eyes.

“I saw you get work from our psychology prof. I was just making sure you were fine is all.” Jihoon looked down at his feet and was kicking at nothing. Something he did when he was nervous and something Soonyoung would swoon over.

“I’m okay. Just had a doctors app-“

“Cut your shit, I know you’re lying.” He was right. He forgot that this is the Jihoon who knew him like the back of his hand. Every ticklish spot, every sensitive area, every mole on Soonyoung. He knew everything.

“How do you-“

“I broke up with Seungcheol.”

Huh? Soonyoung was confused. Why did he break up with him? “Why are you telling me this?”

“I thought you’d like to know. I think you’d like to know something else too, but I don’t really know if you’d actually like it.” He hesitated and scratched the back of his neck. I noticed his pretty fare skin looked prettier when his nose and cheeks were all red from the cold air. He’s so fucking breathtaking.

“Come in, it’s cold.”

He looked more nervous as he began to face in my direction again. I wanna cry, I miss him so much. Too much.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being mean and disrespectful to you when we w-were at the bar the other night. God, I feel so stupid. I hate m-myself for not realizing that I love you m-more then anyone and anything else in this w-world. I’m so sorry.” Soonyoung immediately walked up to Jihoon and wiped his tears away. He hates seeing his baby cry. “A-and I just-“ Soonyoung shushed him.

“Don’t apologize, I should be the one apologizing. I’m the one who was saying you were the reason we broke up and that’s not true at all. I feel like it could have been worse and that maybe if you would have stayed longer, we would have never talked to each other again. I’m so, so s-sorry. I love you so much Ji.” Jihoon hugged Soonyoung. They stayed like that for a while. Crying till they stopped and wiped away each others tears.

“Hyung. D-do you think we could start over?”

“You wanna try and date again?”  

“Yeah. I miss you so much and I feel like we missed out on so much things that could’ve been done in 2 months.” Soonyoung felt like he was on cloud 9. Maybe even cloud 17. He was so happy that his Jihoon, could now finally be his Jihoon again.

“I’m so happy right now!! I love you so much Ji!!”

“I love you too Soon” 

Jihoon grabbed Soonyoung’s face and kissed him. 

“So like, we’re rebuilding our relationship back up, like a construction sight.” Jihoon laughed, a laugh Soonyoung missed. 

“Yup from the bottom to the top.” Jihoon kisses Soonyoung again and Soonyoung smiled for the first time, without forcing it, in very long time. 

Rebuilding our relationship means we will have a better understanding of each other. I’m really glad that I didn’t mess our relationship up completely. We’ll start off slow to regain our trust back for one another, one brick at a time, slowly and carefully, not from one brick, or two... 

From Zero 

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( @ava-burton-writing you mentioned wanting to know more about my oc’s, so I hope you don’t mind me tagging you in this!)

It’s occurred to me (or, rather, it did occur to me, twelve days ago, when I started writing this post) that aside from a few responses to asks, I haven’t actually explained what prov is, or who anyone in it is. Which, considering I’m a writblr, and I made this blog to talk about my wips and oc’s, literally makes no sense. So here’s a post on Prov:

What is Prov? 

‘Prov’, short for ‘The Provect Gene’, is my current (main) wip. It’s a YA sci-fi set in a ‘post-dystopian’ society with a (large) ensemble cast. 

It’s ‘history’: It’s been building in the back of my brain for so long I can’t actually remember when I first came up with the idea. I do remember making a wattpad and debating uploading it, but instead using the account to read other people’s works and to make notes and write extracts for other works I had planned (including fanfiction). Eventually, some of my friends discovered and decided to write their own books, so I decided to write Prov at the same time. Initially, it was called Psykes, short for Psysimalae (or something like that), for some reason, was written in first person despite being a multipov book, and a lot of the characters were clearly my attempt at just inserting my friends into the book (I didn’t even… change their names…) instead of the half fleshed characters I wanted. It as nothing like what I envisioned and was so badly planned and written that I literally gave up. I tried several times to come back to it and couldn’t because the quality of writing was so poor and there was so many inconsistencies in the story. Considering I could write pretty well at that time, the only thing I could think of is that my desire to get the book written fast/at the same pace as my friends overruled my ability to write. Eventually, after years of continuing to write the story in my mind, I came back to it and started to write it properly. 

Summary (that started off ridiculous and somehow got serious at the end): Once upon a time, there was a very rich, very smart, but not particularly nice, man named Cyrus. After years of theorising and making calculations, he came to the conclusion he could create a superpowered race of people for an army. Because he was the kind of person who wants to make superpowered armies. Through coercion, manipulation, lying, the occasional murder and other generally unethical means, he brought the people he wanted to experiment on into his labs and began testing. The only problem was that these people were teenagers, and teenagers are in that in between stage where they’re full of rebelliousness and ‘fight the system’ urges, and didn’t appreciate being locked up and prodded with needles. Eventually one of them who’d figured out he had powers used them to blow up a large portion of the lab, killing some people but freeing many others. The main problem – or, in Cyrus’ case, consolation – was that most of them had not learnt about their powers in the lab, and therefore didn’t know they existed. This made it easier for Cyrus to recapture them. He also managed to spread the word that they were ‘dangerous individuals’, which, in a world that’s fueled by paranoia, has a major impact. So now the police and government are after them too, which isn’t good for them. 

The book starts approximately one year after these events, when three small groups of the experiments are forced together, only to discover they have powers. Tired of always hiding and running, they decide it’s time they tried to put a stop to Cyrus and his experiments, and convince everyone that they’re not dangerous. This, along with them trying to figure out their powers, and trying to avoid simply getting caught and thrown back into the tests, make life very hard for them. Along the way, they discover more people like them, and more factors than they ever could have imagined, including corruption that goes far beyond what they thought. Loyalties are questioned, families are torn apart and sanity balances on the edge of a knife. After all, what’s the point of morals if only you stick to them?

Characters

Mains:

Isabelle: Has the power to manipulate light. The literal mother of the group, makes sure everyone eats and sleeps and doesn’t get themselves killed. Knows everybody’s secrets but nobody knows hers. Very sarcastic. Just wants to sleep. Original squad. 

Damian*: Can manipulate electricity. Isabelle’s (slightly) younger brother. Kind of an asshole but it’s not intentional. Actually tries to be nice he’s just not used to other people (or their feelings). Very smart. Basically the tactician. Original squad.

Barry: Psychic. Drinks way too much coffee, he’s probably at least 85% caffeine at this point. Hyperactive. Basically the child of the group. Was sick before being taken by Cyptem and missed a lot of schooling. References TV shows a lot. Original squad.  

Calypso: Can manipulate water. Very into fashion. Is willing to die for the aesthetic. Seems like the kind of person who in any other situation would have her life together. Isn’t going to let a small thing like people wanting to kill her hold her back. Original squad. 

Will: Astral projection. The medic of the group. Wanted to be a doctor. Tries his best. Frequently questions how moral it is to hoard medicinal drugs. The most reasonable of the group. Done with everything. Original squad.

Leo: Can manipulate molecules to cause them to freeze or ignite. Makes a lot of bad jokes. Scared most of the time, but would do anything for his friends. Acts like he knows what’s going on but literally never does. Going through an internal identity crisis. Original squad.   

Pyra: Can manipulate her own molecular structure (basically, shapeshift). Smol but could kill you. Took about a million self-defense and fighting lessons. Always ready to fight. Tough exterior, slightly sweeter interior. Original squad.

Beth**: Relationship detection and empathy. Definitely hates you. Virtually unreadable. Good at manipulating people and situations. Thinks she’s the strategist of the team. Pessimistic. Usually right. Smart. Original squad.    

Lara: Can teleport. Badass. Basically saves everyone multiple times. Probably better than you at everything. Slightly paranoid. Would kill a man. Acts like she doesn’t like you but secretly would probably die for you. Doesn’t need a squad.

Chris: Telepath and telekinetic. Lived in a cave for like a year. Tries to be skeptical of people to protect himself but can’t resist helping everyone he meets. Uses obscure plants to treat injuries and illnesses. Book two squad.     

Matt: Molecular immobilisation. Strong. Good at fighting. Pretends to be quiet and grumpy but is actually a sweet heart. Could crush a rock with his hands. Likes hand-to-hand combat. Finds it funny that people are uncomfortable around him. Book two squad.

Seth: Molecular combustion. Matt’s twin. Not as strong as his brother. Very concerned about Matt’s tendency to get into fights. More prone to panicking in situations. The guy who tries to lean on the wall and act cool only to fall through an open doorway. Book two squad.       

Meg: Pain manipulation. Really a nice person but is being manipulated. Starts off hating everyone she meets but warms up to them quickly. Spends a lot of time being used. Doesn’t need anyone else. Technically book two squad, but also doesn’t need a squad.

Cyrus: Can manipulate shadows/darkness. The villain. Spent years trying to prove that superpowers were possible. Loose morals. A good actor. Could probably be a politician with all the lies he makes people believe.           

Wyatt: Shield manipulation. Literally a child. Was put through a lot before he was rescued from Cyptem. Is basically adopted by Isabelle. Generally distrustful of people, but very protective of the people he cares about.

Sides

Melody: Sound manipulation. 100% done. Not as mean as she initially seems. Doesn’t like people trying to control her. Would probably become a politician if she didn’t hate the government so much.           

Alex: None. Is an intern at Cyptem who discovered what was going on. Is willing to help everyone even though they seem crazy. Has no idea what’s going on most of the time. Spends a lot of his time eyerolling.

Paige: Heat manipulation. Isabelle and Damian’s older sister. Has done very questionable things but is still a good person. Cares about her siblings, but doesn’t show it well. Inadvertently causes drama.         

Renee: Illusion manipulation. Also a child. Spends more time in Cyptem than Wyatt. Likes to draw. Hard to explain without spoilers.

Amara: Fear manipulation. Cyrus’s right-hand women. Cold blooded. Willing to apply whatever force is necessary to get the job done – and in this case that involves helping get the kids back in and figure out how to make them more compliant.          

*The spelling of Damian has been a bit iffy through the years. When I initially wrote Prov, my friends asked if I’d spelled it wrong, and implied it wasn’t meant to be spelled the way it should. eventually, I changed the spelling, but I kept getting muddled up between the two. Then I went, ‘screw it, my character, my spelling’ - except I’d forgotten which was the original spelling. So for a while I just alternated between the two before settling on ‘Damian’. 

**Beth’s name has been subject to repeated change. Initially she was called Beth after someone I knew, and didn’t like, but who was part of my friendship group so I felt obliged to include. When I rewrote it, I changed her name along with everyone else’s, and she became Ellie. Except ‘Beth’ always fit her more so I eventually changed it back, before realising that meant I have a ‘Beth’ and a ‘Seth’ - who also have quite a lot of interaction, which is very important to the plot. I put my foot down at changing Seth’s name, so chances are, Beth is going to become Ellie, or some other not-Beth name. 

Tags: Prov tag, Isabelle, Damian/also-Damian, Barry, Calypso, Will, Leo, Pyra, Beth, Lara, Chris, Seth, and Matt. (Some characters have a lot more information in their tags than others, because I’m inconsistent with tagging. Which is going to change from this post on. Meg, Cyrus, Wyatt and the side characters do not yet have tags.)

So, there, finally: my wip and its characters laid out. So now when I talk about it, people will actually know what I’m talking about.

#prov tag #Isabelle #beth #damian #leo #calypso #will #barry #pyra #lara #chris #matt #seth #writing #my writing #my wip #writblr

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Welcome to Aparecium, Christie! You have been accepted for Lily Potter with Aisha Dee as the faceclaim. Thanking for being willing to make the switch! We love the clear personality of your app. It’s evident you have a strong idea of who Lily is, even if she’s still struggling with that herself. We’re excited to have you! Check out the new member checklist, and jump right in.

Character Basics

Birthday (Age): 12th May 2008 (19) Gender (Pronouns): Cis female, she/her Sexuality: Lily herself has no idea. Sure, back at Hogwarts, she’d had crushes on boys, had gone through a stage her mother had, with no small dose of amusement, dubbed her ‘boy crazy’ phase, but she’d never really had a boyfriend. It wasn’t that no one had asked her out, but rather that somehow, as soon as any boy seemed to reciprocate her feelings, Lily found herself losing interest; she doesn’t know if that means she isn’t interested in boys or if she just hadn’t been interested in those boys in particular. Meanwhile, she’s not too sure how she feels about girls either. She has girl friends, she loves her girl friends, and if they tend to be very touchy and affectionate, well, girls just do that. It’s the warmth that spreads inside her every time they hug or hold hands that makes Lily question herself, though; is it just the happiness that comes from friendship or is it potentially something romantic? She has no idea. Blood Status: Halfblood Hogwarts House/School: Hufflepuff Occupation: Artist Faceclaim: Anya Chalotra Any requested changes? Nope!

Biography:

At home, Lily is spoiled rotten. Toys, attention, affection, you name it, she has it. She’s Mommy’s favourite, Daddy’s princess, the baby of the family, and Lily revels in it all, adores the feeling of being adored; it’s not just a good childhood, it’s the best childhood. Stupidly, naively, she thinks school will be like that too. She wants to grow up, she wants to join James and Albus in Hogwarts, she wants and she wants, and up to this point, everything Lily Luna Potter wants she’s gotten. But growing up, it turns out it’s not all that.

In school, no one asks her what she wants, they just try to tell her instead, how she should act (“Hufflepuffs are supposed to represent patience and kindness”), who she is (“The Boy Who Lived’s youngest, Ginny Potter’s daughter, Luna Lovegood’s namesake, James and Albus’ sister”) and when Lily pushes back, they call her hot-headed and rude. It pushes her off-kilter; she’s not used to people assuming the worst of her. But Hogwarts isn’t home, and her classmates aren’t her parents, and Lily Potter isn’t universally adored.

She has to work hard for everything, from people’s love to her grades, and it’s new, but she doesn’t exactly mind. It’s refreshing, almost, to have the chance to be perceived as someone other than the Potters’ little princess and to be able to create a new image for herself. But while she doesn’t mind hard work, she does mind the press sticking their noses where they don’t belong; it’s hard enough to navigate puberty as it is and it’s even harder with eyes on her at all times, just waiting for her to mess up. Honestly, screw the press. Lily vows not to mess up, if only just to spite them.

Except. That’s easier said than done. Teenagehood is marked by lapses of judgement, by mistakes to learn from, and Lily is no exception. It’s not as though she’s committed any Azkaban-worthy crimes or anything, but there are things she’d rather keep to herself, you know? So what if she may have crossed a line or two while playing a prank on a girl she saw talking to the guy she liked? She knows it was wrong, she apologised, but how is that news-worthy? Wix play pranks on each other all the time, she knows; uncle George’s told her stories. But none of her peers end up making headlines like HARRY POTTER’S DAUGHTER FACING EXPULSION OVER A RUTHLESS “PRANK”. Which isn’t even true, by the way, she was never about to be expelled, but do those dementors care about the truth? No, of course not. They only care about their stories.

She misses one of James’ games, they speculate he doesn’t want her there. She mentions that Muggles would probably not be too accepting of magic, they paint her as some prejudiced asshole. She has a bit too much to drink, they question the way her parents raised her – and about this one, in particular, she personally tracked down the author of the article to tell them to their face precisely what she thought of their “reporting”. No matter what she does, though, it seems that there are people who don’t agree and Lily just can’t figure it out.

But she wants to. By Merlin, she wants to. She wants to stop being “controversial”, she wants to make her parents proud, she wants people to stop acting like she’s embarrassing her family. Again, she wants and still, no one seems to care that she does. But by now, Lily’s grown used to hard work and her determination has never been under question, either; she knows she can change the narrative if she just keeps pushing, but the question now is, is there even a point? Maybe it’s okay to let people have their misconceptions and spread their rumours; as long as Lily and her loved ones know the truth, does it matter? She’s not sure.

Character Questionnaire

Answer at least three of the following questions about your character. This could be in character or a third period explanation.

How does your character feel about their family? She loves her family, there’s never been a question of that in her mind, which only makes it all the harder whenever she catches herself wishing she’d been born in a different one. It makes her feel terrible, even just considering it, because her parents are wonderful, and so are her brothers and cousins, and she does really love them all! But the expectations that come with being a Potter are a bit much and she could definitely go without them. She hates the feeling of all that attention on her (which is ironic, really, because she’d loved attention as a child) and while she would never actually want to trade her family, it’s hard not to consider what-ifs.

What does your character value in a friendship? Hard work. Perhaps it’s the Hufflepuff in her, but Lily knows without a shadow of a doubt that friendships take work. She’s seen people drift apart, turn from practically siblings to strangers, all because they give up and let it happen, and she tells herself that would never be her. But she and Hugo aren’t as close as they used to be, and for some reason, no matter how hard she tries, it’s like there’s a gap between them she can’t close. That’s okay, though; she’s not planning on giving up on Hugo anytime soon. If someone can figure it out, it’s the two of them.

How would a stranger who has just met your character describe them? Does this stranger have access to newspapers and online sites? Because if so, Lily doesn’t even want to begin to imagine what they might think of her. The thing is, the media seems so determined to push this narrative of her being a wild child and Lily is so angry at them for doing it that it kind of ends up working. She’s snappy with reporters, she pretends she doesn’t care what they think, she speaks her mind and she does it loudly, just to spite all those journalists who try to put her in a box and silence her.

That’s not her, though. That’s not Lily. Or rather, it is, but it’s who’s she’s become rather than who she is at her core. So if a stranger carrying all those preconceptions of her was to meet her, they would probably be surprised first and foremost. “She seemed a bit… shy? Only at first, though, then eventually she just became really chill and easygoing. Yeah, no, she’s actually really cool.”

What magical skill or talent is your character most proud of? Her Charms work. She’s always had a knack for Charms (though not for much else, as the tabloids love to remind everyone ever since her NEWTs results came out) and incorporating it in her job was a child’s game. She doesn’t only do enchanted portraits, of course – she has enough eyes following her as it is. But whenever wix come to her requesting magical portraits, it feels good to have full confidence that she can perform all the right charms with her eyes closed. Not literally, obviously, although… it would make for a fun experiment. She’d have to see about getting Lydia on-board and giving it a go.

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She slams the newspaper down on Raphael’s desk and the feeling she gets as she does isn’t as much of a déjà-vu as it is reminiscent of a habit with how often she’s found herself in the exact same situation. It does nothing to lessen her irritation; they’re not taking her seriously, any of them. Oh, here she comes again, they probably say when they see her march in. Just send her off to complain to Selwyn again.

She’s sick and tired of being written off as a daily annoyance and, unfortunately for Raphael, it seems his coworkers have decided he’s her scapegoat. Lily stifles a bristle, just barely; if he wants to blame anyone he better blame them.

“Harry Potter’s youngest celebrates nineteenth birthday with a wild night in town,” she quotes, not even needing to look at the damn headline, having already memorised the whole thing. Her tone manages to remain even, somehow, but as she goes on to continue, she can feel her annoyance increasing by the second and it becomes audible in her voice too. “Since when did the Prophet turn into a gossip rag? Who even- who even cares what I do for my birthday, it’s my birthday! And I have a name, by the way, and it’s not Harry Potter’s anything. It’s Lily. Lily Luna, hi, nice to meet you. Except it’s not really.”

She’s launched into a whole rant now, hands on her hips and all, and she would usually feel bad for not letting him get a word in, but hey, they weren’t concerned with hearing her when they printed out this thing, why should she be the bigger person? She lets it all out, going through all the points on her mental list of things wrong with the blasted article, and finally, when she feels satisfied, she looks at him expectantly.

Then the prick has the nerve to say, “Is that all?” and Lily has to wonder what sort of headline the Prophet will come up with if she hexes one of their journalists right here, right now.

#rp #hp rp #hp rpg #lily potter #apareciumacceptance

[janiedean]

oooh i'm not a fan of show!asha/yara either but can i know why you don't like the show's interpretation of her?

k guys GOT NEGATIVITY ABOUNDS

asha isn’t exactly a girly girl who likes to hold hands and sing kumbaya with others but she’s not an asshole and *tough love* doesn’t mean BEING AN ASSHOLE

(the fact that they changed the name because of the osha thing is ridiculous too)

asha greyjoy would not go all the way to the dreadfort to get theon and then leave because she saw two dogs are we serious, and that was when the problems started

asha greyjoy might not be the person with most tact ever but I think bringing a guy who’s been castrated to a brothel and then proceeding to talk about fucking in front of him is not what she’d do

asha greyjoy is actually not lesbian (???) and doesn’t play into the butch woman stereotypes either (???) but I guess badass lesbian pirate queen fits better for what d&d wanted to do

asha greyjoy doesn’t also sound to me like the person who goes to sex slaves to get laid since she has plenty of men who can’t wait to get her laid and with whom she has kinky sex to her satisfaction but lol I doubt d&d ever read that part of the books did they

asha greyjoy wouldn’t make out with ellaria sand just after she completely demeaned her brother in front of her after the guy went out of a shitload of trauma because she actually, wow, HAS FEELINGS

My sister, Theon thought, my sweet sister. Though he had lost all feeling in his arms, he felt the twisting in his gut, the same as when that bloodless Braavosi banker presented him to Asha as a 'gift.' The memory still rankled. The burly, balding knight who'd been with her had wasted no time shouting for help, so they'd had no more than a few moments before Theon was dragged away to face the king. That was long enough. He had hated the look on Asha's face when she realized who he was; the shock in her eyes, the pity in her voice, the way her mouth twisted in disgust. Instead of rushing forward to embrace him, she had taken half a step backwards. "Did the Bastard do this to you?" she had asked."Don't you call him that." Then the words came spilling out of Theon in a rush. He tried to tell her all of it, about Reek and the Dreadfort and Kyra and the keys, how Lord Ramsay never took anything but skin unless you begged for it. He told her how he'd saved the girl, leaping from the castle wall into the snow. "We flew. Let Abel make a song of that, we flew." Then he had to say who Abel was, and talk about the washerwomen who weren't truly washerwomen. By then Theon knew how strange and incoherent all this sounded, yet somehow the words would not stop. He was cold and sick and tired... and weak, so weak, so very weak.She has to understand. She is my sister. He never wanted to do any harm to Bran or Rickon. Reek made him kill those boys, not him Reek but the other one. "I am no kinslayer," he insisted. He told her how he bedded down with Ramsay's bitches, warned her that Winterfell was full of ghosts. "The swords were gone. Four, I think, or five. I don't recall. The stone kings are angry." He was shaking by then, trembling like an autumn leaf. "The heart tree knew my name. The old gods. Theon, I heard them whisper. There was no wind but the leaves were moving. Theon, they said. My name is Theon." It was good to say the name. The more he said it, the less like he was to forget. "You have to know your name," he'd told his sister. "You... you told me you were Esgred, but that was a lie. Your name is Asha.""It is," his sister had said, so softly that he was afraid that she might cry.

yeah, I didn’t see any of that shit happen in the show, like, what the fuck was the reunion in S6? and

The ironborn bowed and retreated. Asha took a knee. "Your Grace. Must my brother be chained like that? It seems a poor reward for bringing you the Stark girl."The king's mouth twitched. "You have a bold tongue, my lady. Not unlike your turncloak brother.""Thank you, Your Grace."

yeaaaaaaaaah TOTALLY WOULD HAVE FRENCHED ELIA INSTEAD. LOL.

tldr: y*ara greyjoy is some kind of fantasy power trip of the typical PIRATE WARRIOR GIRL WHO HAS TO BE A LESBIAN, NEEDS NO MAN AND HATES EVERYTHING FEMININE AND HAS NO FEELINGS (at least past S3) and is a complete fucking asshole who treats her brother like dirt 90% of the time whether she wants to or not (and I could say a lot about that brothel scene because lol that scene managed to not be 100% cringy because of the acting but the rest? god it was so uncomfortable to watch I wanted to vomit) and who apparently can’t be in touch with her feelings because god forbid women who aren’t *feminine* are in touch with their feelings and not assholes, asha greyjoy is an actually well-written character who is not a walking stereotype, who does not treat her brother like dirt or calls people insults which are incidentally demeaning women, and incidentally people being theon, who has absolutely not being insulted and likened to a woman by both his father and ramsay in the books but not by his sister, who, by the way, at some point went like

“Cunt again? It was odd how men like Suggs used that word to demean women when it was the only part of a woman they valued.”

and she’s also not some kind of fantasy power trip made by someone (idk which d but I suppose weiss since benioff is better at things outside GOT) who thinks that in order to write a Strong Woman TM who defies gender roles then you have to write her as victarion greyjoy.

actually, y*ara is basically male victarion except less terrible, and asha is *asha*, not victarion. and the next time I hear that ‘she was the only one who ever cared about theon’ bc apparently they want us all to buy that angle when robb existed and the show forgot I’m gonna punch a wall.

thank you for your time and yeah, that’s what I’ve got.

#got negativity #game of thrones spoilers for ts #ch: yara (got) #ch: asha greyjoy #anti-yara greyjoy #sorry guys I really can't fucking stand *yara* at this point #castration cw #Anonymous #ask post

[stubzs87]

Wrong Number

Summary: Seth unwittingly finds himself charmed by a wrong number caller who seems too bored or too lonely to just let the call end at “Sorry, wrong number.” AU. Written for fanworks day for AAW2017. Characters: Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose, minor Marek Brave, mentions of Sami Callihan.  Pairing: Seth x Dean  Rating: T (for Dean’s potty mouth and very minor sexual references) Word Count: 3,749

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@dailyambrollins @theawkwardfangirlwithavengeance

Seth was in the middle of preparing his dinner when his ring tone sounded and his cell phone on the counter beside him began to buzz, signaling an incoming call. When he paused to look at the screen he groaned aloud as yet another unrecognizable number appeared on it.

Ever since getting this new "upgraded" pay-as-you-go phone a few weeks ago he'd been bombarded with all sorts of calls asking for one Sami Callihan. The calls ranged from random dudes, to girlfriends, to angry ex girlfriends, to bill collectors. Based on the type of people calling for him, Seth could only guess that this Sami Callihan was an unsavory character.

The risk of using inexpensive phone plans was getting assigned an existing number, but living on wages a retail job provided meant that pay-as-you-go was all he could afford. At least he was able to get a relatively shiny smartphone.

After a few weeks of all these calls, when an unknown number popped up Seth simply ignored them or went the more favorable route of declining the call to stop the annoying ringing.

However currently his hands were decidedly occupied, sticky after forming patties from raw ground beef. He carried on, hoping that the caller would give up. The phone rang incessantly – nearly driving Seth up the wall – before it finally stopped. He blew out a sigh of relief and just as he was going to continue, his cell started up again.

He sighed, an edge of a growl tingeing it with frustration.

Seemed like ignoring this caller just wouldn't do the trick, so after quickly washing his hands, Seth pressed decline then went back to his task. He only got as far as starting up the burner underneath the skillet when the ringing began again.

"God damn it." Seth snatched up his phone in such a grip that it was a wonder he didn't crush it in his hand. He hit accept and through sheer will managed not to yell when he answered.

"Yeah?"

His ear was assaulted with the obscene sound of chewing.

"'Bout time you picked up asshole," said a deep, raspy voice that quite frankly caused a flush of heat to rise on Seth's cheeks. He pushed his shift of emotions down to properly address the situation.

"Excuse me?" Seth growled.

"There's no excuse for you, Sami fuckin' Callihan," the man on the other end replied matter-of-factly, "why were you ignoring my calls? And why do you sound all nasally? You sick or something?"

Seth's scowl deepened. He did not sound nasally.

"There is no Sami here. You got the wrong number, pal."

There was a muffled rustling as though the man had readjusted the phone; the obnoxious chewing became clearer as did his voice.

"You're just playing another one of your games again, aren't ya? Like that one time I called and you claimed to be Wong's Chinese Take-Out. That little game was fun for awhile, but now it's just getting old."

Seductive voice or not, Seth so did not have time for this. His stomach was practically eating itself.

"I said I'm not Sami," Seth half snapped, and against his better judgment – he blamed it on his hunger – he asked, "Who is this?"

There was a sharp snap on the other end of the line then the chewing resumed. Definitely gum.

"It's Dean, just in case that fever has gone to that head of yours. So...who are you pretending to be this time, Sam I Am?"

"Oh for the love of God!" This time Seth did shout. "I am not Sami!"

The line went silent to the point that he suspected Dean had hung up – good riddance.

Then there was an even louder pop of gum.

"Alright, alright. I get it, chill man."

"Good," Seth bit out, "Bye."

"So what's your name?"

"What? What's it matter? Wrong number, remember?"

"Hey you're the one that asked for my name. Isn't it common courtesy that you'd tell me yours?"

Once again he made a stupid decision – it was because he was hungry and couldn't think straight (those Snickers commercials were so accurate) – and answered.

"Seth. Now I've gotta—"

"Whatcha up to, Seth?"

Seriously? What was this dude's deal? Did he just randomly call people to make conversation?

"It's really none of your business, but I'm cooking dinner, or was until you interrupted."

What the hell? Why was he still talking to this…stranger?

"What're you cooking?" Dean's interest sounded piqued.

Seth continued playing right into his hand by keeping the conversation going when it should have ended long ago. He couldn't help that it felt easy, almost natural to keep talking to this guy. Like they were long lost friends or something.

"Cheeseburgers, homemade."

By now Seth had taken the time to balance the phone between his ear and shoulder so he could finally place his patties into the well-heated skillet. He washed his hands once more.

The steady chewing of gum on the other end suddenly became frenetic in pace and the other man sucked in a breath.

"Care if I join you?" Dean rumbled.

The question caught Seth so off kilter that he stopped all movements in his effort to keep himself from slowly toppling over. At the same time his insides became utter goo at Dean's suggestion. His silence seemed to cause Dean's annoying chewing to cease altogether.

"Too far?" he asked, the certainty in his deep voice becoming almost hesitant.

It certainly was too far, yet Seth could hardly quell the small excited part of him bubbling with anticipation at the prospect of getting Dean at his dinner table so he could see the man behind the attractive voice.

But he wasn't completely stupefied to all reason, be it from hunger or said sexy voice.

"Yeeah…" he drawled out his reply.

Dean cleared his throat and tentatively resumed macerating his gum – it was a wonder that it wasn't reduced to nothing by now.

"Yeah…sorry about that."

Did he sound sheepish? Based on the short time he'd taken to talk to Dean, Seth couldn't imagine the guy being sheepish or caring much what anyone thought of him. Yet he'd made this ruffian he barely knew sheepish.

Weird.

"Nice uh…talk, Dean. Gotta go."

"Yeah," Now the guy just sounded dejected (Seth was not about to feel sorry for him), "Guess I'll talk to you later then."

"Yeah, bye."

"Bye."

It was only after Seth had sat down to enjoy his dinner that he realized his ultimate mistake, assenting to Dean calling him again.

"Damn it," he muttered then took an angry bite of his cheeseburger.

Still, try as he might to stamp out that eager little part of him that was utterly charmed by Dean in the five minutes or so they had conversed, it wouldn't stop pulling at his mind, begging for his attention. The pull was strong enough that he gazed across the table at the vacant spot where Dean would sit had he accepted the strange man over, imagination running wild at what he might look like, what other things they might talk about.

'He's a damn stranger. You did the right thing.'

The part of him that was intrigued by Dean pouted and childishly called his conscience a party pooper.

He finished his dinner in a silence that was only interrupted by his dog Kevin begging for table scraps. He showered, let Kevin out for his last minute potty break, then got dressed for bed.

After crawling into bed Seth got into his favorite, comfy position and closed his eyes, ready for sleep to claim his tired body. Instead of overtaking him gently, sleep came stubbornly and only after much tossing and turning, staring at the ceiling, and finally glancing briefly, but with mild longing at his cell phone.

************************************

The next few days Seth kept his guarded attention on his cell when possible, expecting another call anytime from Dean He didn't know whether he was anticipating the call or apprehensive of it. Either way it affected his work and his daily routine.

While working out at Crossfit, he was taking longer to complete workouts that he commonly could perform so well that he might as well be doing them blindfolded. And he found himself often taking time to glance over at his phone.

At his studio apartment he was restless, unsure of what he wanted to do to keep himself busy. Should he relax and play video games or should he get housework done for the day? He ended up going back and forth awkwardly between the two. Then he forgot to take Kevin out regularly and the little yorkie had to get his attention himself. At least he remembered to feed and water him, but those big innocent eyes begging him for attention still made him feel guilty.

And then at work he began getting suddenly flustered while cashiering when he was usually perfectly fine dealing with people and handling money. That lasted for two days and Seth was amazed neither day resulted in him being written up.

On the third day he ended up grabbing three boxes of toys amongst the boxes of kitchenware he was supposed to be stocking in the household aisle. He wasted time making a trip to return the toys and grab more of what he really needed to stock his shelves before the end of his shift. He then toppled down onto the floor coming off the stacks of boxes in the storeroom he normally was quite agile in climbing. Several boxes followed him down and he had to cover up to avoid the full brunt of their impact.

"You okay, man?" Marek asked, concern written all over his face as he helped Seth back onto wobbly feet.

"Yeah," Seth muttered quickly, not quite looking his best friend and co-worker in the eyes.

"Go to the break room. I'll clock you out and handle this," he gestured to the mess of boxes on the floor.

Seth didn't argue and went to the break room to catch his breath and check himself over more thoroughly. The fall was a nasty one, but he managed to come out of it relatively unscathed.

'You need to get this guy out of your head,' his conscience scolded, 'He probably won't even call you back anyway.'

As if on cue, his phone began ringing and vibrating in his pocket, causing him to jump in his seat. He blamed that tiny part of him that was still interested in Dean for fishing his phone out and without looking at the screen, answering with an essentially eager "Hello."

"Hey Seth," came that gravelly voice that he would now recognize anywhere.

"Dean," he returned, forcing a bit of coolness into his tone. Not like the guy needed to know that he had distracted him all week.

"You remembered."

Seth could visualize a smile on the other man's face. A face still clouded by speculation.

"Hard to forget a guy who tries to invite himself over for dinner after calling the wrong number."

"Technically it wasn't the wrong number," Dean argued in a fashion made it hard to disagree, all calm and collected, "Didn't know Sami let his phone expire."

Seth kept his tone firm and disapproving anyway, "Still, you insinuated yourself into a stranger's business."

"Don't flatter yourself, sunshine," the voice on the other end became a touch rough, "I wasn't asking you out on a date or anything. I was interested in your food. How dare you tempt a starving man with homemade cheeseburgers? Didn't ya know hunger makes you do stupid, desperate things?"

Seth blinked.

"Oh," he said distantly.

Did the other man not care at all for the conversation they'd had? He felt a tad deflated.

"Sami, that little fucker," Dean rambled on. Occasionally a whooshing sound almost drowned him out and Seth had to strain to hear him. He imagined Dean was talking on the phone outside. "He's my roommate, helped pay the bills and buy groceries…or at least he was my roommate, until he up and fucking left a few days ago…probably to avoid some drug dealing assholes he's been running with…had to sleep with a baseball bat next to my bed…oh and the little bastard had the nerve to empty the fridge out. I had to wait two days for payday until I could get anything to eat. I was so tempted to call you back and repeat my request, but it sounded like I freaked you out last time. Figured I'd let you calm down."

Oh damn…

His idea of Sami had been fairly spot on, definitely unsavory. Seth almost felt sorry for Dean. Almost, but not quite.

Dean didn't sound too innocent of a guy himself after all.

"So is that the only reason you're calling me right now, to bother me about food? I'm not some charity food bank for bums, ya know?" Seth said, a real sense of irritation lacing his words.

"Bum?" Dean repeated curtly, "Just because I may dress like a bum, does not make me a bum, Sunshine. I work hard for the honest money I earn," Seth flinched at that as though it was yelled and not calmly but firmly stated, "And to answer your little question, one of my best friends no longer has a phone I can bug him on. Hell he may be dead for all I know. 'Sides I did say I'd call you back."

"Yeah before I got the chance to tell you not to," Seth fibbed, hoping the guy would buy it.

"Liar! You had your chance to tell me to fuck off, but you said "yeah" to me calling you again," Dean retorted, mimicking his voice horribly.

"You distracted me and I was hungry. You're right, it makes you stupid," he admitted begrudgingly, before snapping, "And I don't sound like that."

Dean chuckled, the sound making Seth's stomach do somersaults.

"You sound like you have a perpetual cold."

"Yeah well you sound like someone who operates some sex hotline."

It was out before Seth could think and formulate a better come back.

Shit.

There was a small pause followed by a cacophony of full on belly laughs. A furious blush rose in Seth's face and he was glad that Marek or anyone else who might see his embarrassment were not around.

Finally the laughter quieted and Dean said, "I admit it…I lied…it all wasn't just about the food. You're damn entertaining to talk to. I liked talking to you the other night, Seth. That is why I said I would call back and why I've called you now. And what you just said proves you're still fun to talk to. I like this. I like you. We should hang out or something."

His conscience screamed a resounding 'What?!' while that little part of him that liked having Dean's voice in his ear started a little happy dance.

Seth didn't know how to feel or what to say, so he settled with a nonchalant, "Whatever." That seemed like a safe answer.

"So what're you up to tonight? Dinner?" Dean sounded like he was salivating at the prospect of what meal Seth might tell him about this time.

Suddenly Seth was thrown back into his surroundings and he looked around at the break room. He pouted at the fact that he had to get back to business in place of chatting Dean's ear off about things relevant or irrelevant.

"No…I'm at work. Just took a fall off an eight foot stack of boxed kitchenware before more boxes attacked me for good measure."

"Ooh…sounds nasty," that deep voice lowered an octave and Seth's stomach went back to its nervous exercising, this time back flips.

Though warmth flooded his cheeks, Seth mustered the courage to throw a teasing insult back at the other man.

"You sound nasty."

That earned him another deep chuckle then Dean said, "I am nasty."

Seth became breathless in that moment and he had to swallow to alleviate his heavy tongue. He had to think for a second before he could say what he really needed to say, but didn't want to.

He opened his mouth tell Dean he had to go, but was cut short by a tap on his shoulder. Marek was there again (how had he snuck up on him?), eyeing him warningly for being on his phone on the job.

"You better get off your phone before Bob catches you," he hissed, referring to their manager.

Seth nodded at his friend then said to the man on the receiver, "I gotta go now."

"Alright, I know when I'm not wanted," Dean replied, but Seth though he caught some underlying unease in his tone.

"I'll call you after I get off my shift at Monty's," he quickly offered on a whim, "If you don't mind a waiting up late."

"Monty's General Store huh?" Dean asked then continued as though he never asked him anything, "Oh, don't worry, Sunshine, I'll be awake."

"Goodbye, Dean," Seth, said feigning irritation at the nickname the other man had taken to calling him.

"Later, Seth."

The moment the call ended, Seth was quick to save Dean's number then stowed his cell safely back into his pocket.

"Told Bob you took a fall, he said for you to cashier the rest of your shift," Marek explained.

"Got it."

Seth got to his feet and checked his balance before leaving the storeroom.

************************************************

An hour passed without incident or distraction. Seth felt like he had gotten back into his groove old again.

There was just thirty minutes left in his shift and he was ringing up a tall, scruffy fellow in ragged jeans, and a tattered shirt and leather jacket.

Seth had said his usual greeting, but the man just nodded in return. Not much of a talker then. All he bought was a couple boxes of Now And Laters, a bundle of Blow pops, and a single box of Nerds.

"$4.22," Seth announced the total.

The man silently paid exactly $4.22 in cash then took his bag of candy. He opened the plastic sack and looked inside leaving Seth to wonder what mistake he hoped to find.

"Have a great—Oh—" he was cut off by the man taking out the box of Nerds and handing them back to him. "What's—"

"Here, these are for you," said an unmistakable deep, raspy voice. "Sounded like you needed these, after that nasty fall and all."

Seth looked down at the Nerds then looked up at the man in front of him, really looking at him for the first time, taking in the mop of copper curls that tumbled down into a engaging face, the dusting of a five-o-clock shadow.

But what caught Seth's breath in his chest and started his heart galloping within his rib cage were the sparkling blue-green eyes that were fixed so solely on him and the irresistible line that dimpled his cheek so very perfectly when one corner of his lips curved into a smile.

Fuck.

Seth could only stare at him and for his part Dean wasn't making it any easier to figure out anything to say. In fact he suspected the crafty little shit was enjoying watching him stand there like a speechless twit.

"Heellloo?!" called the annoyed old lady waiting in line behind Dean.

The other corner of Dean's mouth lifted revealing another matching dimple then he lifted his hand next to his ear and mouthed, "Call me."

Seth was well and truly fucked.

"My shift's over in twenty-five minutes!" he practically squawked at the leather clad ruffian as he reached the doors. Shit, he did sound nasally.

Dean shot him a thumbs-up over his shoulder then exited the store, perching himself on the front curb outside like a sentry. How a man of that height was able to fold himself up into that sitting position, Seth had no idea, but it was a wonder in and of itself.

Taking a deep breath to slow his racing, giddy heart, Seth forced a smile for the grumpy, impatient old woman before him.

"Hello, did you find everything okay?"

***********************************************

"Hey asshole," Seth directed only half heatedly towards the man waiting for him.

Dean turned to face him, a cigarette sticking out of him mouth and smoke curling around his face, much like his unruly hair.

"Wow, I thought those Nerds might cheer you up, but then again I haven't the foggiest what candy you like. You do like candy, right?"

"I'm not big on candy, thank you," he replied upon sitting himself down next to Dean, "and if you think candy is going to make up for the fact that you embarrassed me at work, you've gotta another thing comin', pal."

'And for distracting you to the point of nearly killed yourself,' his conscience piped up, but he didn't add that aloud.

Even so, the Nerds were securely pocketed in his jacket. He might have some later.

Taking a careful drag on his smoke, Dean seemed to eye him speculatively.

"Then what do you like, Sunshine?"

"Coffee," Seth answered with little pause.

Dean hummed appreciatively, "Coffee sounds like a good start to me. Mmmm…and bacon too." He stamped out his spent cigarette, then stood and offered Seth a hand, "Wanna take a field trip to Waffle House?"

A growl erupted from the vicinity of Seth's midsection, appearing to make Seth's mind up for him. Besides he really wanted some pancakes smothered in syrup.

'You don't know this man!' his conscience flailed helplessly.

"As long and you're paying."

He'd already placed his hand in Dean's, a marvelous thrill of electricity flowing from the contact all the way down his spine.

Screw his conscience, nothing that felt this good could be that bad.

Dean sucked in a breath, eyes intensifying beneath the fringe of his hair, before he hoisted Seth to his feet.

"As long as you don't mind using the ol' foot mobile."

"Not at all," Seth replied, offering the other man his first smile since their unexpected meeting.

The smile Dean returned was unlike the devious, teasing one he had unleashed on him in the store. No this one was open and earnest. Seth's acceptance was like a catalyst, lighting up that roguishly attractive face.

Dean's hand tightened minutely around his before they both reluctantly let go for favor of walking side by side into the night in a natural companionable silence.

This is based on my own cell phone experience of having a number somebody else had and I was getting lots of calls asking for this dude, and bill collectors, and from credit card companies. Never had anyone like Dean though, but thought it would be funny if Dean bugged Seth like so. Also Seth's job is based on some of my own work experience. Hope you enjoyed~

For now this will remain a finished one-shot because I want my focus to be on Howl and my Inhuman series. But I may return to this and write a sequel, for though Seth feels this attraction to Dean, this is just the beginning of a friendship for the two of them here.

#aaw2017 #fanworks #myaawposts #myambrollins #ambrollins #seth rollins #dean ambrose #ambrollins fic #au fic

[captainjimsexypantskirk]

REQUEST:How You Fell

Pairing: ReaderxKirk

Rating: Teen?

Characters: Jim Kirk, Reader, Bones, Mentions of Sulu and Uhura

Summary: REQUEST can you do a fanfic of kirk x reader where they work together but haven’t admitted they like each-other and how kirk admits it? Or how they meet?

Warnings: UNEDITED MESS, Bad language,

Tags: @yourtropegirl @fridgebiscuit @mishaissocoollike (I DON’T KNOW WHO WANTED TO BE TAGGED IN WHAT I AM SO SORRY IF I MESSED UP GUYS)

Author’s note: This request is months old, so let’s hope that I did okay. By the way, this is crap in my opinion. But I am trying to get things flowing again.

The day that you met Jim Kirk, one of your best friends and the future Captain of the enterprise, was quite embarrassing. You were both in the same class, him much further than you of course. He started a year after you; but you didn’t know this till after you met. When you met, you were at one of your lowest moments. Your ethics professor and you didn’t see eye to eye, matter of fact you were sure he hated you from the very beginning. That day you had discovered that your masterpiece of a midterm paper had been given a failing grade. This paper you worked for days on, the paper that had been revised by some of the greatest professors the Academy had ever seen, received and F! You were fuming, you were livid, you were ready to murder the man that was currently standing across from you.

“Sir, may I ask for a further explanation regarding my grade?” You asked the man. You tried your hardest to be polite and kind, but your voice was like poison. The man across the desk scoffed and looked at you with a disgusted glare.

“You failed. You are not cut out for my class it seems. At this rate, you may have to retake the whole class next semester” He said and then closed his brief case before crossing his arms and glaring at you again. You took in a breath. How dare he say that. You worked your ass off on that paper, that paper was praised by other professors. Your hands balled into fists at your sides and you suddenly snapped.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” You exclaimed and the male stepped back.

“Ma’am if you do not calm down, I will have to write you up” He said, his voice filled with anger.

“Go ahead and write me up you fucking prick! I would love to fight you in front of the leaders of the academy! You piece of-“And that is when Mr. Perfect hair came running in, Leonard McCoy following him.

“Whoa whoa whoa, what is going on in here? Miss? Sir?” He asked and you handed the paper over to Jim, not bothering to look at him. He read it over and then looked at you and Bones, handing it back to Bones. “Miss, I suggest if this man is unable to see eye to eye with you, that you take it to the dean. I’m sure if he really thinks your paper is that bad, he can defend it to the dean. But don’t get written up.” He said and you looked at him suddenly. The teacher took in a breath this time and he snatched the paper.

“I will review this…” He said and then scrambled out of the room. You stared in disbelief. You had been fighting with the asshole of a man for a solid month, then this guy came in and suddenly your problem went away.

“The name is Jim Kirk. This is Bones.” The man with bright blue eyes and perfect hair said, taking your hand. You looked at him and the other man rolled his eyes.

“Leonard McCoy, not Bones. Only he gets away with that.” Bones said and you chuckled.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, thanks by the way. Sorry I was so… rude” You said with a soft smile and Kirk chuckled.

“Don’t worry, he didn’t like me much either” He responded with a charming smirk. That was the beginning of a lifelong friendship that you didn’t know was possible.

Years had flown by. You were there when Jim was called up for allegedly cheating on the Kobayashi Maru. You were not surprised by the behavior. He was always doing things that held up his reputation for being a smart-ass. You were there when Jim saved the Enterprise for the first time. You were so proud of him. He was becoming a fine man, and an even better Captain. The first thing he did was made sure that your job as head nurse was secured permanently. He said that it was because he needed the best of the best on the Enterprise; you knew it was because he needed his two best friends with him in space.

You were also there when Christopher Pike was killed. Jim didn’t let many in to comfort him. He didn’t let Bones in, but he let you in. He cried against your shoulder. It was the most heartbreaking thing you ever experienced. Jim was so strong, and had so much control at times; to see, feel and hear him break down against you tugged at your heart strings. But it was nothing compared to what came after. You happily accepted staying on the ship as he went after Kahn. You helped Spock and Bones transfer the cryotubes out of the missiles as Jim worked on saving the lives of his crew. Then he came back to medical in a body bag. You couldn’t hold it in. As Bones worked on a serum from Kahn’s blood to bring Jim back, you wept at Jim’s side. That is when you knew he was more than a friend. He was you smart- assed, brilliant, charming, and stubborn love. But you would never tell him. When Bones brought him back, you felt relieved, but you knew the adventure was never fully over.

You were by his side as he led the Enterprise into deep space. You watched his excitement and wonder turn into boredom. No, not boredom, but he was wondering aimlessly through the stars. He needed something to spark his love for the voyage again; but you didn’t anticipate the events that took place. You barely made it out of the ship. You didn’t know if Jim did, hell you didn’t know if any of your friends did. You watched Nyota and Hikaru work so hard to get help; and you started to feel lost too. What if Jim wasn’t there? What if the crew was really lost on Altamid? You heart sank, your hope was starting to become lost. Then the beautiful man came riding to the crew’s rescue. Then he was the Captain of a lost ship. Then he was riding waves of enemy ships that were on fire. You felt excited, and scared. You were there, watching with Nyota as he was almost sucked out into space. Thank the maker for doctor that was piloting that enemy ship. That year, his birthday was a relief. He was there, smiling, the spark in his eyes had come back. Although he had lost of the crew, you had your Jim back, and it brought you into an odd time.

As the new ship was being built, the crew was put to work on random assignments. Jim was working with the leaders of York Town, while you and Bones were busy teaching some of the students on the medical track. Bones enjoyed teaching, and he enjoyed making you be his assistant. You could care less, but you knew that at least with you and Bones teaching; not a single student would get an unfair grade like you had.

The whole time, you were hiding your feelings, oblivious that Jim was starting to catch on. It was the little things that were starting to give it away. Like the fact that whenever he was at your apartment, you insisted on taking care of him. Or when you two were alone, you would touch his shoulder and let your hand linger. Or the fact that you always blushed when he noticed something new about your appearance. He also noticed, that when he was making decisions, you were the first to bring up his safety. You were starting to voice the threat to him more than Bones. It made him happy, it made him feel at ease. He finally knew that he wasn’t alone.

When things were going to shit, his first fear was what would happen to you. When he was fighting Nero, who would make sure you made it home safe. When he was rushing to the warped core, what would you do when you found out he had died? When the bees attacked the ship near Altamid, had you made it to the surface of the planet safely? He loved you, but he thought you deserved better. He was married to his career, he didn’t know what you wanted, or what goals you had. But he thought it was better that it would be better If he kept it to himself.

You thought it was best if you kept your feelings to yourself too, but there was one person who just wasn’t having it anymore. That person was Dr. Leonard McCoy. He was so tired of you stressing yourself to unhealthy levels whenever Jim went on a mission. He was tired of having to listen to Jim talk about how wonderful, amazing, and perfect you were. He knew you were amazing, that is why he kept you as head nurse. He didn’t need to hear the love-sick Jim drone on about it every time they went out for drinks.

Then it happened. The main crew went out for drinks. The whole group was there, as well as partners. You had brought a date, and Jim puffed up when his eyes fell to the man next to you. His eye twitched and he turned to leave. Everyone knew why, but you of course. The man looked uncomfortable and Bones groaned. “Jim Kirk, get back here!” He said and Jim froze. The date looked at everyone and shuffled away. You looked shocked and Bones pointed to you.

“You” he said, his stern fatherly voice coming forward, “And you, Jim” He said, pointing to the blue-eyed man before taking a deep breath. “If you keep avoiding the fact that you are in love with each other, so help me god, I will make your deaths look like an accident. “He looked at you both and the whole crew went silent. You heard someone finish their drink, desperately trying to get the last drop through their straw, and you heard another person chuckle. You though, just stood there blinking at Jim then at Bones. “Everyone, why don’t we go play some darks or billiards? Let the love birds talk. Now I have to find another damn nurse.” He stood and everyone followed quickly. Nyota patted your back as she walked by before giggling and you just stared at Jim.

“What is Bones talking about” You whispered and Jim sat next to you slowly. You turned to look at him and Jim let out a shaky breath. He looked at you, his eyes soft.

“He knows what he is talking about when it comes to me. I just… I didn’t want to hold you back when it came to having a normal life.” He said, his voice quiet. You watched him and he smiled. “I knew there was something special about you the day we met. The way you didn’t hesitate to tell that professor off. You were so…. passionate, then I read that paper. You made ethics seem fascinating. I was happy to have you as just my friend.” He said and you took his hand gently.

“You are an idiot. A life with you is better than a normal life. And don’t you ever talk about that day again” You said with a smile, your heart beating at a speed that would make Bones freak out. Jim laughed and looked at you, his face happy and bright. He reached forward to touch your cheek. “Why don’t we give this a shot?” You asked and Jim nodded.

“I would like that” He leaned forwards and kissed your cheek gently. You leaned against him and he hugged you close. “Now, let’s get out of here before everyone starts teasing us?” You nodded with a smile and the both of you rushed out of the bar.

#star trek imagines #jim kirk x reader #star trek aos #Jim Kirk #Leonard McCoy #fanfiction #read the warnings please

[trolloled]

Nobody asked for it but I’m giving it to you anyway:

The inspiration-behind-the-trolls master post:

Damath: I saw a lot of haughty seadwellers super proud of their status and thought ‘what if there was a seadweller who lost at being a seadweller’ and damath was hatched. I basically wanted an asshole desperately clinging to his old status, and he hasn’t changed too drastically since then.

Haydel: I listened to Barrett’s Privateers and became inspired to write my own ‘pirate’ troll. She was fairly flat when I first wrote her. She didn’t even have a proper profile until recently despite being first designed several years ago. Originally she was just a drunkard pirate with bad aim, but now she’s a drunkard dancing pirate with middlin’ aim and a strong desire to kidnap trolls to be her lackeys so she can prove herself the toughest of all seadwellers.

Vollia: I dunno, I think someone literally just suggested ‘what if there was a troll based off one of those repo-men shows’ on MSPAF at one point and Vollia was hatched. She’s changed drastically since then. Original incarnation was still a drinker, but only to deal with the stupidity she dealt with on a regular basis. She was also fairly bloodthirsty and absolutely loathed subjugglators for ‘ruining’ the good name of indigos

Deviex: I was fresh off playing Bioshock and I wanted a lunatic doctor of my own. He was never a direct Bioshock rip-off, but I slipped in a few steinman jokes here and there and unfortunately that got him l labelled as such. He originally had a yellowblooded moirail that kept his homicidal medical intentions in check, but since her RPer turned into a huge prat stopped roleplaying, that is long gone and Deviex has since had no one to stop him from flying into a rage when told someone won’t submit for medical testing.

Remiva: ‘what if there was a highblood who made it his job to deal with these nice highbloods?’ I think I originally just designed him as an example profile for a fantroll help blog I used to run (boy that was a dumpster fire). Since I liked the concept of someone being a deliberate asshole to lowbloods for the sake of status while stabbing other people in the back to prove some philosophical point, I fleshed out his profile completely.

Charsa: Originally designed for a dieselpunk SGRUB rp that never took off, she used to be a very energetic and excitable inventor who routinely broke everything she made out of excitement. In the translation between that and here, she lost her excitable nature and become more tired than anything, partially as a result of how her AB turned out. Which is all well and good, I prefer the lazy/tired inventor archetype to the excited one. Plus she kept all the eccentric nature of what she builds with a mildly amused, nearly asleep-college-student attitude.

Kormut: He was my first fantroll. I just wanted a highblood that couldn’t be considered overpowered since I was super worried about accidentally being some sort of newbie rper who busted in with overpowered trolls that everyone auto-loved. So I gave him inexplicable bad luck. Some people guessed that his bad luck was entirely in his head, but it really wasn’t. He’s stayed pretty much the same since his inception, though his lusus turned from a Dune-esque sandworm into a slightly mutated lusus cougar instead.

Sapant: Hatched from the idea of ‘take an obscure character from a popular work and make them into a fantroll.’ He’s Owl Eyes from The Great Gatsby, albeit with his niceness significantly toned down to fit in with troll attitudes. He’s too new to have changed at all!

Newsen: One of the first new trolls I made following my impromptu hiatus. I saw a pair of torn jeans and a wicked hairstyle on a sprite sheet while listening to Dirty Laundry, so I figured a reporter intentionally sabotaging everyone else’s success for his own gain would be pretty amusing, especially if he was pretty disgusting himself.

Yegeri: He’s somewhat inspired by the Pinkerton Detective Agency (His name is formed from two different prominent Pinkerton detectives). You know, before they became some weird private security group. When they busted rum runners and such. He doesn’t get much any use because I’m not a big fan of the sprite I made for him, but I still like his personality.

Hovend: I wanted Yegeri to have a distaff counterpart that was absolutely not suited for police work whatsoever. What would happen if the worst person possible was thrust into a position where he had to do what he hated most? The answer is apparently regress into anime and origami folding.

Xrumon: Not gonna lie, I made him because I was annoyed with a certain someone’s representation of a troll brought back from near-death in robot form. Not to worry dear weird person reading this, it’s nobody that follows me. Their representation had the troll...blandly accept being saved, and they weren’t at all concerned with the ramifications of their new body. So I said ‘I can do it better’ and wrote up the mean spirited son of a bitch we all don’t know and certainly don’t love today. Turns out being trapped in a robot shell sucks.

Portec: There’s an episode of American Dad where Stan really, really, really wanted to get a helicopter or some shit. I saw that and decided I wanted a helicopter troll because it’d be funny (That’s a common theme). So Portec became reality, formed with a strong desire for coffee and a reckless attitude, he...really hasn’t changed all that much.

Deveii: He was originally a self-insert! Oh no! He had my worst personality traits of course, namely being my absolutely awful temper at the time along with cowardice. Thankfully he quickly grew way the hell away from being a self-insert through the power of Zagaya (his first moirail) taking him under his wing. He always retained his bad temper, however, and accidentally gained an affinity for dating highbloods.

Evelsi: I think rai dared me to make a troll that only spoke in like 50′s slang or some shit like that. For a while, that was basically his quirk! I had a whole page written up of various slang terms to use, while Evelsi was basically ‘hey remember the American 50′s? Weren’t those times wild?’ the troll. From that I gradually added onto him so that he became more of a rock n’ roll troll with a penchant for helping others gain friends/quadrants, and pretty much entirely dropped the 50′s schtick.

Remune: “I want a bartender that nearly kills people with what he makes.” That’s pretty much it. His sprite is one I’m really proud of, even if I used a base. His hair was a total bitch but I love how it turned out. He hasn’t changed much, though he originally had telekinesis as a power. I changed that to seismic sense so that I could play it into his alcoholism (Booze deadens the constant noise other trolls generate for him).

Gaveyo: I kinda just wanted an explorer type troll? I listened to the Legionnaire’s Lament by the decemberists and wanted a troll that evoked that song. A lot of my trolls are inspired by music. At first he was just gonna be a lil grumpy and v. tired and v. world weary, but he somehow turned into fat dickhead who ruins people’s nights for laughs. At least he kept his trait of collecting trinkets and mementos. Fun fact, his last name is a rearrangement of the word cloyed, which iirc means something that is really sweet or overly sappy. I have actual reasons for keeping it that way.

Chamlo: I wrote him for a special RP where mutants/undesirable would get to duke it out on an island. The last one standing would be allowed to rejoin the troll empire at large, having been granted the gift of life! And every other troll in the empire got to watch a sick, extreme version of survivor! Unfortunately the RP didn’t get enough applicants and then the MSPAF got nuked so oh well.

Adabon: I listened to Delta (C2C) and suddenly got inspired to make a troll who was a fan of bombs. But since that felt a little cliche, I wondered what else could one do w/ bombs. And then I remembered seeing a cartoon where some fool used an explosives challenge to paint a shitload of stuff at once and figured that’d be pretty fun! It worked out pretty well overall, I’d say.

Yarrex: Second fantroll ever. Most of his characterization came from when I first used him on MSPAF. I can’t remember if the cafe interactions or his profile came first. Either way he soon turned into a troll obsessed with balance. Then I did the stupidest thing ever and wrote myself into an Edgy Fanfic Corner(tm) by burning his hive down and killing his lusus because itsbadwriting.gif. Fortunately, people still liked him for whatever reason. I’ve retconned all of that so his lusus is quite alive and his hive is still standing, but I still have him reference his hive at least getting singed sometimes as a nod. 

Argumi: “Boy, reading everyone’s thoughts would actually be a pretty horrible power. I know! I’ll make it so that you can’t turn it off! And you’re an empath!” And so began Argumi’s suffering. Most of my trolls are ‘inspired’ by sudden thoughts, really. First he was just an empath, then he turned into a mind reader, and now he’s an empath AND a mind reader. His life just gets worse every rewrite. But at least he’s more functional now than he used to be.

Famynn: Was written originally to be the Totally Awesome Doctor(tm) in a pirate RP. He would have performed surgery listening to stirring operas and complained about everyone else being little kids. Basically an incredibly old fashioned, anachronistic, asshole. But then the owner of said rp who shall remain nameless repeatedly made me lower his caste so their friends could get in instead. So he became brown and hopelessly incompetent as a doctor. Then the RP ended because oops the earlier mentioned prat was in it and the owner was no better. Later I used him in a better RP called Hunters (of the lost planet) where he was still the ship’s doctor. That’s where he got his jealous nature towards highbloods from! He’s been pretty much the same since, although his Alternian form has no doctor incliniations.

Marnin: I listened to Convoy or something one too many times and wanted a badass trucker troll. He was Not Great(tm). Really flat for my tastes and I’m a little embarrassed at how one-note he was. I was recently convinced to revive him by someone who actually liked him. I used it as a chance to completely revamp his personality (i.e. actually give him one) and change what he did completely. He’s not the same troll he used to be.

Abnage: I just wanted a con artist, really. His sprites belonged to a failed troll concept I tried out for a while, involving a hobo that flagrantly violated society’s norms to make some dumbass moral point. Unfortunately, that would mean being nice on purpose, and since everyone else’s trolls were nice at the time, the point was lost in translation. 

Gerrel: Third fantroll ever! I wanted the ‘ideal’ lowblood, in a similar vein to how Kormut was a purposefully underpowered blueblood. I didn’t want people calling me mean names if I made an upstart lowblood, so I went in the opposite direction. Just about the only personality trait he retains from his original incarnation is his workaholic-please-everyone attitude. He used to be somewhat suave (at least, what, 15 year old me thought so?) and utterly confident in himself. He bored me to tears, honestly, since I wasn’t a very good writer and couldn’t work with him very well. He’s gone through the most rewrites out of all my troll’s until we got to his ULTIMATE FORM (the one he’s in now). Unfortunately this came at the cost of (oopsie) alienating the fire nation his matesprit, since I never RP’d him much and also randomly went on hiatus.

Platar: I wanted a gas mask troll who burned things. I think the original ORIGINAL idea I had was just ‘world war 1 troll.’ He always carried deadly clouds of poison around with him in sealed containers to show off to other trolls. He was also hideously scarred under his mask thanks to accidentally exposing himself to a large batch of mustard gas, a secret no one ever actually found out. He’s changed entirely up to this point, since he’s now an extremely loyal member of the empire hellbent on proving the worth of his supposed ancestor and burning out all traces of heresy and criminality from the glorious Empire.

#everyone things #text post terror

[anti-twili]

Three things: 1- My little opinion about TP!Zelda’s skill and looks. 2- My deep hatred towards ‘Ganon’s Puppet Zelda’. 3- My expectation about why is Lady Arkham missing after the final battle in the first season of “Batman The Telltale Series”.

Funny…I thought TP!Zelda was the one who is pretty lousy and unskilled with the sword and was the one who needs to be taught by TP!Link. In fact, the only moment I saw actually saw her wielding a sword is when she get possessed by Ganondorf, because anyone (including Cia from “Hyrule Warriors” presumably) who became possessed by him would end up fighting with the same energy ball, same triangle force-field and same rapier that should or could have been called ‘Ganon’s Puppet Sword’ rather than ‘Zelda’s Royal Rapier’!

But if TP!Zelda has truly been possessed by Ganondorf, she would have become an ghoulish practically deformed raving lunatic and a unhygienic dimwitted vulgar masochist who brutally mutilating herself (carves off her own face and chewing her her own hand off, Ganon would’ve made her seriously damaging her own body just for his own amusement), drools like a mad dog, and her three main range attacks would have an the spitted-out Sword of the Six Sages (not that puny Royal Rapier), and tennis-ball of sticky black slime (not of pure golden light magic) and the triangle field explodes in oily splashes of black fire and acid like the whole sewer been over-flooded (not sparkling rays of golden light)…all of which would have been more fitting for the chaotic-evil version of her former self like it should be. And believe me, 'demonic possession’ is not made of 'sugar, spice and everything nice’ and the it’s not a pretty sight, it never ever was and it’s not supposed to be and it’s supposed to be strive for 'carnage’ and 'savagery’ in a good old fashioned “The Exorcist”/“Evil Dead” logic, not 'perfection’ and 'luxury’ for a stupid “Beauty & The Beast”/“Sailor Moon” spoof!

Is Ganondorf too fucking lazy, too stupid, too cheap, too gold-feverish, too shallow, too hung up on appearances, too obsessed with 'perfection’ to do any of those to Zelda other than making her float in midair and given her a set of yellow eyes and pale grey-green skin with dark rune-like tattoos, all of which is only worth as an icing–made on the frying pan of melted dog turd that is the 'dark rune-like tattoos’, buffalo puke that is the 'pale grey-green skin’, and cat piss that is the 'yellow eyes’–on the Dingo-Pictures/Good-Times/Golden-Films cartoon shit cake?! Did the game designers really think Princess Zelda is a incompetent idiot who can’t take care herself even during the entire imprisonment? Did both they and Ganon really think that the ‘most serious’ incarnation of Zelda is just a lazy coward, a doofus and weakling who doesn’t know when or how to wield her own weapons or cast her own magic spells, didn’t they?! I consider the fact that TP!Zelda is many things...but being a boss or a 'puppet', the very word which does not make her an hero because it's upright absurd and offensive, and while it's more fitting for a mean selfish traitor, a sleazy greedy vacillator, a lousy spoil-rotten second-rater and a mangy vain coward (look at Holli Would from "Cool World", Azula from "Avatar: The Last Air-Bender" and Azshara from "Warcraft: War Of The Ancients", they're most definitely traitors, vacillators, lousy second-raters and mangy cowards).

It’s not fair! That is the stupidest idea the Nintendo game designers have ever came up with! An very idea that gotten me all confused and pissed off! It’s even a proper boss fight, it’s cheap shot, a sissy-villain porno gag, a ‘fuck you’ moment, absolutely beyond disrespectful, beyond disgusting, beyond annoying! What were they thinking? What wrong with those Japanese schmucks! What kind of drugs they taken when when they wrote the story for the game? They ruined one of their own iconic characters for everybody! I feel like I see that “Here lie Princess Zelda, born in 1986, died in 2006” written all over that game! They upper-decked her, they made her to looked more like a goddamn traitor, vacillator, a lousy second-rater and a mangy coward! Thanks for that cheap-shot, you ASSHOLES!

You know what? I fucking hate ‘Puppet Zelda’ with every fiber of my being because an sleazy abomination that’s psychologically scarred me for life, it’s a total twisted pointless parody that made me sick to my stomach and is an miserable pathetic worthless excuse of the legit Zelda incarnation that is only there to insult the honer and intelligence of all other 1986/2005 previous Zeldas! And what the hell did the First-4-Figures company insisted to include ‘Puppet Zelda’ as a collectible instead of choosing Ilia?! I fucking tired of seeing a ‘Ganon’s Puppet Zelda’ being in “Twilight Princess”, and besides, I wished that abomination should never exist in “Twilight Princess” at all! What’s wrong with you people, why do you like ‘Puppet Zelda’ so much? You all just couldn’t just couldn’t leave that nasty part out, could you? You’re addicted! I’m not joking around, ‘Puppet Zelda’ is equivalent of the One Ring (it means you refuses to destroy it every time you actually trying to do so), the “Star Wars 8” mad cow’s blue splooge (means you’re porn junkies who don’t care it’s lame/suck), and the upper decker (it means it’s a turd that was dumb into the upper-tank your toilet, therefore when the toilet is flushed, the bowl is filled with shit water and afterwards it’s the shit that keeps on giving), you do realized that it’s not cool...not cool at all! And I also hate Akira Himekawa’s manga adaptation of that game! Oh I swear to god, next time I see one ‘Puppet Zelda’ image, I’m gonna spit it right in the face, give both of my middle finger at full force and then ran my fist right through it! Oh, I’m also gonna tell you something else from “Batman The Telltale Series”! Because, guess what its version of Poison Ivy looked like?

Though, personally, I never liked the Telltale version of Vicki Vale because the Vicki Vale I know and love was the helpless blonde screaming queen from one of Tim Burton’s only two “Batman” movies.

On the other hand, I have a theory–a very long, very late one, that is–about what really happened to Vicki Vale (real name Victoria Arkham) a.k.a Lady Arkham after the final battle in the first season…only reason why her body was never found ever since she was last seen being crushed to death by fallen rocks from the catacomb ceiling. Well, she quickly revives as something worse/deadlier than she already was known as Poison Ivy hence the new alias except with yellow eyes, grayish green skin and rune-like black veins (all which is perfect for Poison Ivy–instead of TP!Zelda, who always looked so stupid/inappropriate with that corrupted eye-and-skin color-scheme on, the very concept of which Nintendo should have canceled and handed to Telltale Games–and besides, Telltale has enough four green-eyed DC villains already without one more added) and yet she still is a harden shorter-haired warlike brunette instead of becoming a flowing longer-haired fey-like redhead…I guess this Vicki Vale is a composite character of all three…herself, Scarecrow (because of her full brown-and-grayish-black leather steam-punk armored suit, her white skull-like gas-mask and her use of madness-inducing drugs) and Poison Ivy.

You remember Pamela Isley, the original 'Poison Ivy’ by source material, she did died when her experiments have been resolved by either accident or sabotage and became plant-humanoid hybrid and same thing happened in “Batman & Robin”… so how did Vicki (instead of Pamela) became Poison Ivy, exactly?

Simple, it’s a little similar to that in “Batman & Robin”, she has a dozen glass vials of the berserk drugs in her pockets, when the rocks landed on her they also crushed those vials causing the liquid drugs to spill all over her, and after that it make her body to immediately sink down to the earth. After Bruce and Alfred safely left the catacombs and before Lady Arkham was reported missing, she literally sprung up like a magic beanstalk and became a walking basket of deadliest poisons herself–however, unlike Pamela, she grows thorns on her shaved head instead of having a long wavy bright red hair and has no control over plants nor does even care about nature/plant-life for that matter--in fact she’s more like Hexus from “Ferngully”--though she does have genocidal toxic tendencies and can inflict people by merely touching them and breathing at them just like she did using a syringe, though she do it from afar using a dart-gun loaded with a ammo full of toxic liquid she extracted from her very own body..yeah she has toxic waste for blood run through her veins enhanced by those drugs. Her body appeared to be much thinner than she ever was but still strong--in a horrible rubbery way (pretty much like Gollum)--she also grow thorns on her shoulders, forearms and knuckles, palms of her hands have gaping mouths resembles a Venus fly-trap, her bare feet are deformed and twisted like roots, her mouth is larger like a snake and in it she had a long slimy black vine-like tongue and thin needles for teeth like those from a cactus or a Venus fly-trap. She can even now puke a tennis-ball of black tar and a force-field of foul-smelling black acid, and she still wore her old Lady-Arkham suit that is now tattered and trashy-looking barbarian-like bikini-shaped. That’s the ugliest, most disturbing version of Poison Ivy you will saw in the ‘fan-disservice’ fashion...don’t me wrong but the Telltale Game producers designed the usual short-fat Oswald Cobblepot a.k.a. ‘the Penguin’ as a tall normal-looking man (apart from his nose) who wore a skull-shaped mask no different than Black Mask except it’shaped like a bird’s skull....same way they designed the Riddler as a violent wiry 60-year-old man in the hood. So why not Poison Ivy--while she still is Lady Arkham--be the one who’s monstrous/ghoulish both on the inside and the outside for once awhile? Eh?

In the second season my sister suspects that Lady Arkham will return only as Poison Ivy…and after the first episode called “The Egnima” my sister expect that was her who murdered the Riddler with a toxic dart. Why would she do that?

Simple, just because the Riddler was one of the many criminals (next to the Vales, her abusive kidnappers who pretended to be her foster parents) who roamed free and unpunished on the time when Thomas Wayne, Carmine Falcone and Hamilton Hill were still alive and ruled Gotham, the same time when she had suffered as a child after they purposely orphaned her, that’s why!

While the game mainly focuses on John Doe on his journey to become the Joker (as either an unlikely vigilante nor naturally a villain), Poison Ivy spend the whole season lurking in shadows until the end just like Ganondorf did and pretty sure that both Bane and Catwoman will give her the brutal beatings to avenge the Riddler who was their closest friend, but it never happened when the final episode “The Same Stitch” came up–it instead reveals that the Riddler’s killer to be none other than the civilian named Tiffany.

Guess that why she did it because he indirectly murdered her father, Lucius Fox, and automatically send the rest of her once-happy family into psychological discord among themselves, so her one crime was justified…sorry for the spoilers. It would be possible that Lady Arkham could be the bigger bad of the whole series since the first season and if it was her, she would have show up and kill Alfred Pennyworth upright in the same way as how the Riddler died. But it’s shame that we never get see her returning nor would the Telltale version of Poison Ivy have ever officially existed, but both are the worthwhile.

Anyway… Isn’t that so hard for Nintendo to simply cancel that ‘Puppet Zelda’ a long time ago before “Twilight Princess” was officially announced and released?!

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