#the angels have 2 figure out how 2 work together to keep this one guy alive

[the-furies]

ok OC character building/rambling time under the cut

(before I start I just wanna say that we are collectively psychotic and that's the end of that sentence do not @ me for any tropes/negative psychosis stereotypes talked about here. thanks.)

Ok so Nestle, right. The dude kills his SO. we've got that figured out for the Plot™. But like… what's his Motive behind it, y'know?

And… We have… About 4 angel characters in the story. All fill the role of guardian angel in some way. All know each other. Soooooooo.…

What if,,, Be it Before or After the Murdering, the Angel Council (a placeholder name) starts talking 2 him. Now the four of em have different ideas in mind for him and it is A Mess and they don't Get Along and Nestle's like, "this is fine :)" and moves on with his life and continues to commit crimes and generally being an Overall Nuisance to people around him Oh also did I mention that these 4 angels are supposed to make sure he doesn't get into any more trouble. they don't do that. they're too busy arguing abt what path they should put Nestle on.

So while they're arguing Nestle's out doing Whatever the fuck. Probably not murder. Probably. Most likely vandalism and theft and also physical assault but not MURDER, no, that was a one time thing it's fine he's fine! Meanwhile In Heaven everything's going to shit because the four fuckos cannot come 2 an agreement thus meaning they can't make sure Nestle acts nice and not violent thus meaning he is still Out Here. Committing Crimes. </3 Rip

But eVERY NOW AND THEN. They Do collectively decide on shit to tell him and they're all like "HI HEY HELLO. WE'RE YOUR GUARDIAN ANGELS. DON'T DO X THING OK BYEEEEEEeeeee" and Nestle's like "Huh. ok! :)" and stops doing X thing midway through and like ups and leaves. His friends r like "hey what" and he's like "yeah the angels told me not to, ciao" and they're like "ok go off. not the weirdest shit that's happened this week"

Just a Small Idea rn in general. We need some way to connect Thee Angels to Thee OG Crew in the story so,,, we'll ofc still keep thinking of ideas this isn't finalized at all but the idea of "one guy with multiple guardian angels who are all shit at their job" is. so funny 2 us HFJDJjajdjf

#talky #oc talk #yes i am purposefully playing around w the 'InSaNe MuRdErEr HeArS vOiCeS oOoOoH!!' stereotype but listen 2 me right now. #***I*** am the psycho clown-ass motherfucker and ***THIS*** is my goddamn circus. If i wanna fuck around w stereotypes related #to my brain bs i damn well will. and i will write it in a way that's funny to us as a whole #bc at the end of the day no one aside us and like 2 friends will read totchb tbh #I think all this would happen After Allan gets yote tho #thus meaning we still need a motive for the murder. #amd other things ofc. like i said it's all small ideas n tidbits I'm brainstorming here #so in short: #Nestle does a Violence. Allan Dies. Angels get a Notif™ thts like #'hey this guy needs guardian angels 2 keep him from being more damned. y'all r in charge.' #the angels have 2 figure out how 2 work together to keep this one guy alive #unrelated I'm feeling deja vu shit rn. the fuck. #anyways meanwhile Nestle's like 'well this is weird. go off tho. #Uhhhh anyways my life is in shambles suddenly I'm gonna go swing my bat at things bc of it. ciao.' #will also probably Indeed give him (and others in the story.) My Symptoms of Unreality Brain Disorder #Hmmmb and actually thinking abt it more. He has friends outside of Allan #(in theory. i haven't Put Characterization into any of em yet but Eventually i will) #what if They egged him on and pushed him over the edge to kill Allan..... Hmmmmb 🤔🤔🤔 perhaps. #i am falling down the characterization brainstorming rabbit hole I'm gonna stop now ajdjsjdj #ask to tag #totchb

[circeyoru]

Agajajkalobesbsj love the 2 part for unwanted soul but will we have part 3 for it ? Like meeting the other guys and them reactions when they found the reader is Alastor soul owner ?

Haha. Good question. There could be a part 3 about meeting the others. But I doubt they'll be learning that Reader has Alastor's soul. Despite everything, the canon stuff did all happen, namely Alastor threatening Husk when he said Alastor was also on a leash.

Here's the kicker. Alastor saw the word 'leash' as an insult to his love and devotion for Reader, hence why he's mad and snapped at Husk. What 'you don't know/understand anything about me' type of play here.

Another point is Alastor might see the fact as his soul not being his to own as a weakness to you, like he's not strong enough when we all know he is. It's others' reaction that he doesn't like. An example is someone reacting negatively to Alastor's soul not being his or like how Husk phases it as 'leash' just doesn't have a nice ring to it.

So that's why Alastor wouldn't let others know. Plus it's a secret only for the two of you, yeah?

Now for Reader. Reader definitely wouldn't announce to people that they have an Overlord's soul to push around, especially when that Overlord is Alastor. Even more so when Alastor is that possessive and obsessive toward Reader. Red flags as far as the eye can see. This Reader, Page Demon, loves simplistic and telling people about owning Alastor's soul is just an invitation to trouble from all directions. Reader here collects knowledge and information, so Reader is also well aware of what this information can bring.

Briefly, here's your scenes in the pilot and Season 1:

Pilot: You watched the advertisement of Charlie's hotel and send Alastor over to the hotel. (behind the scenes: Alastor settled in and contacted you via the radio and you two chatted for a while) Episode 1: (near the end) You saw the news that the exterminations are happening again in 6 months and questioned Alastor what happened, to which he told you it happened after Charlie went to the meeting in place of Lucifer Episode 2: You contacted Lucifer and asked if he knew about the exterminations, he had no idea. When you returned home, the radio and TV was playing Alastor and Vox's little spat. Afterwards, Alastor contacted you to brag and you listened while reading Episode 3: Alastor told you Carmilla's secret that she killed an angel. You allowed Alastor to see you this one time as a form of 'reward' Episode 4: Alastor comes over and you two enjoy your time together. While you also try to figure out how angels can be killed Episode 5: Lucifer comes over to complain to you about Alastor and Charlie's over-reliance on Alastor, but he leaves just as Alastor starts to contact you through the radio. Alastor gets pissy about Husk using the word 'leash' to describe his relationship with you while you said there's nothing going on. Alastor whines even more that you can't watch your newest show Episode 6: Alastor tells you the extermination will target the hotel first and asks what you want to do. Your order's the same: keep the hotel up and running, aid in the princess' wishes Episode 7: Rosie nearly reveals you to Charlie but shut up about it when Alastor shook his head before Charlie can see. (behind the scenes: Rosie asks about you and Alastor happily says that he's working on the romantic relationship, Rosie gives more advice) Episode 8: You basically showed up to show the battle take place, but ended up joinning. Read part 2

Note: I think that's all. Any questions?

{Unwanted Soul} = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader] Part 1 — Poll — Part 2

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[powermakar]

Slut! (3+1) - LS2

Summary: 3 times you break down and Logan pulls you in and the 1 time he breaks down and you pull him in. Based off of the song "Slut!" by Taylor Swift

Words: 2.5K

Warnings: Swearing, self-deprecation, and Qatar 2023

1- I crashed my car

“Logan,” you breathe out. “Logan, I, Logan…” you try again.

“Y/n what happened? Are you okay? Did you get into an accident? Where are you?” Logan quickly asks as panic builds up inside of him. 

A quick “yes” is all you are able to croak out. “I crashed my car, I don’t know what to do and I need you,” you say with tears rolling down your face. “The other guy is being an asshole and he just keeps yelling and swearing at me.” Wiping your runny nose on your sleeve you say, “I’m scared, please hurry up.”

“I’m on my way, just try to breathe with me, we don’t want you to hyperventilate,” he tries to joke. 

As you mentally go through the checklist of things you know what to look for and ask for when you get into an accident, you can’t seem to think straight. Embarrassment, the fear of failure and disappointment run through your veins. You can’t even imagine how angry people will be at you, and that thought alone just scares you. You walk to the back of your car to reassess the damage, luckily there is a miniscule dent on the back of the bumper. Nothing really worth fixing or paying any attention to. When you turn to the man’s car you cringe inwardly as more tears prick your eyes. You look back at the man and say, “I am very sorry sir, I really do not know what happened but I am willing to pay for any of the damage.” 

The man looks you up and down before telling you to shut up. At his abrupt comment, you turn away from him as more tears begin to run down your face. “Don’t you walk away from me you bitch!” the man yells. 

Unfortunately for the man, Logan heard his comment as he was getting out of his car. “Do not ever call her a bitch ever again, do you understand?” he says as he walks towards you. You see the man awkwardly turn away from the two of you.

Logan turns to you as you quietly call his name and engulfs you in a hug. “It’s okay, we will figure this out, don’t worry about it, angel,” he whispers as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.. All you could manage was a little hum. 

And I break down, then he’s pullin’ me in. In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

2- I’m tired 

Being a university student is exhausting. Add in a boyfriend, a social life, and a job, all of your days seem to blur together. As the weeks went on, assignments and projects stacked on top of each other in a never ending loop. Once you finished one project, you were assigned another one along with some long-term assignments you needed to constantly work on. This week in particular seemed extra hard. Two projects, one discussion, and five different assignments were all due in a span of three days and you haven’t even started on some of them. You knew it was going to be a long week of sleepless nights. You were fine with it though, this is what you wanted anyways. Right? 

“Hey angel, do you want to go out to the theater and go to dinner after?” Logan asks as he walks into the kitchen area. 

“I would love to, Lo, but I really have to work on all of these assignments. They are all due pretty soon and I don’t have much done,” you sigh.

“Oh come on Y/n, you’ve been working extremely hard and you deserve a break. Please, for me?” 

“I deserve a break after I finish these. It is important that I finish these. Please just let me finish.” 

“Ok, how about we just go out to dinner and skip the movie?” 

“Logan, don't you understand that I’m tired and I just want to be alone so I can finish these assignments. God, you are so annoying. Just stop bothering me, please.” you abruptly say. Logan, who was taken back by your rude outburst, just looks at you before walking into your shared room. 

You couldn’t focus on your work after Logan left, all you could think about was the look on his face after you yelled at him. You were running on a few hours of sleep and you knew that wasn’t an excuse, you felt awful. 

Walking to the bedroom you gently knock on the door, “Lo, can I come in?” 

“Go work on your assignments, I don’t want to talk” he says muffled. Ignoring his comment, you walk into the room anyway. 

“I’m really sorry Logan. You aren’t annoying, it was a bad thing for me to say. I’m just really tired and overwhelmed so I took it out on you when I shouldn’t have.” The tiredness suddenly hits you like a train and emotions are running high. 

“I’m really sorry Lo. I did not mean it and I really feel awful. I’m so sorry” you say, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. 

“Come here Y/n. I know you didn’t mean it, I also know how serious you take your studies so I shouldn’t have really asked you to step away from it for some stupid movie,” Logan says while pulling you into his lap. 

Burying you head into his chest, you can feel more tears fall. “I’m sorry for getting your shirt all wet”. 

“It’s okay. How about we get some take-out and I will try to help you with some of your work?” 

“I would really love that Lo, thank you.”

And I break down, then he’s pullin’ me in. In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

3- I read the comments

You knew that you would have to deal with all of Logan’s fans and others when you first started dating him. You knew that, you understood that, but what you couldn’t understand was the fact that they will scrutinize every single little detail about you. You didn’t understand why they didn’t do it to the other girlfriends, not that you wanted them to experience it, it just felt like you were singled out. Maybe the others did get all of this hate but they just hid it or covered it up well. That is something you would never be able to do. The comments were on your mind 24/7, it was all you could think about nowadays. 

Looking into the bathroom mirror, all you saw was the few stretch marks on your thighs and how much more you weighed compared to everyone else. Now you did not blame Logan for posting the picture of you two on a beach over the summer break. You blamed yourself. Why did you have to look like that? Why did you have to weigh what you did? Why did Logan date you and not someone skinnier? 

It was like a never ending spiral. Soon you were taking off your shirt to look at the ‘lumps’ on your stomach. Gently grabbing the skin, you pulled on it, imagining how much less you would weigh if you were to cut it off. Your eyes made it up to your boobs where some of the upper flesh was spilling out of the cups of your bra. ‘Tiger stripes’ were what Logan called them, you called them stretch marks and were embarrassed of them. Logan said that they were one of his favorite things about you, they were probably your least favorite thing about yourself. 

You didn’t even register the bathroom door opening until you made eye contact with Logan in the mirror. “What are you doing?” he asks as his eyes make their way over your breasts. 

“Oh, I was just- uhm, just…” you say, clearing your throat. 

“Doing what exactly?” 

“Do you ever read the comments on your Instagram posts?” you ask abruptly. 

“No not really, why?”

“Well I read the comments. Are you not embarrassed about me? To be seen with me? To post a picture of you beside a person like me?” 

“What are you talking about Y/n? I would never be embarrassed about you. I love you, don’t you know that?”

“Logan you shouldn’t be with someone who looks like a whale when they go to the beach or with someone who has stretch marks all over their body.” These were just two of the comments that seemed to run like a broken record in your mind. 

“What the hell? You look perfect, angel. In fact you are perfect Y/n. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. Whoever put those silly ideas in your head should be embarrassed and ashamed of themselves for saying such things about a beautiful person. Now let me show you how much I love you.”

You can feel a faint blush rise to your cheeks as you turn off the bathroom light off, leaving your discarded shirt laying on the floor, and the bad idea in the air. 

And I break down, then he’s pullin’ me in. In a world of boys, he’s a gentleman

+1- I crash and burn constantly

Another DNF in the books. Another podium for Oscar in the books. You felt torn between sickness and happiness. You felt awful for Logan as he wasn’t able to finish the race due to the bad conditions and felt sick to your stomach as his F1 career could be on the line, it was all he really dreamed about. But you felt happy for your long-time friend Oscar as he seems to be finding his spot within F1 with McLaren. 

You grab a water bottle on your way into Logan’s driver’s room. You don’t even knock. You just walk into the room and sit down on the couch. You look over to Logan and you don’t even dare to utter a word to him. You know he doesn’t want to talk about it so you don’t even bother with it. He looks up at you but quickly turns away and looks at his shoes resting in the corner of the room. 

Clearing his throat, he asks, “Did you go watch Oscar’s podium celebration?” 

“No” is all you say. 

“You should have. You should be out celebrating with him and Lily. Go and congratulate him, you shouldn’t be in here with me.” 

There was something just…off about him. “I doubt this would be the only opportunity to congratulate him.” 

“You’ll never get to congratulate me.” 

“You know that is not what I meant. I congratulate you after every race. There aren’t enough words to tell you how proud I am of you.” 

“You aren’t proud of me. You are proud of Oscar. You are just embarrassed of me. I’m lucky if I get to finish my race, let alone fight for a podium. I have been out-qualified by Alex every single damn time. I crash and burn everytime I get in that car and I’m fucking tired of it.” He lets out a shaky breath and runs his hands through his hair. “I’ll never be like Oscar, I’ll never be that ‘once in a generation talent’ and I don’t even have a chance at being the best rookie since Lewis. It’s too much pressure to even keep the car from hitting the wall,” he continues.

“I know I will never fully understand the pressure of being a F1 driver but I at least want to help. Help me understand what you are going through and we can work through this together. Please let me help you Logan, please,” you whisper. 

He walks over to the couch and takes a seat next to you, resting his head against your shoulder. You take a hold of his left hand and begin playing with his fingers. 

“I was fighting at the top with Oscar when all of a sudden I found myself being glad that I finished the race or even finishing P19 instead of P20 is a miracle. I just feel like I need to prove to everyone that I am capable of competing and having a seat in F1. I hate seeing how upset the mechanics get when I crash and the fact that they have to rebuild a whole damn car in a single night. And the memes and jokes, I hate seeing them. I know what a fucking kilometer is and I know that me and Oscar are now at total ends of the spectrum when it comes to results. It’s fucking hard to see everyone comparing me to him is those stupid videos.” Throughout his whole speech, you could hear multiple voice cracks. 

“Love, we all support you. Me, your family, your friends, the whole team, even Oscar supports you and only wants the best for you. Please believe that we are all so proud of you and what you have been able to accomplish.” You can feel a wet spot growing on your shoulder, when you look down you can see Logan trying to wipe his face. “It’s okay Lo, you will get the results that you want, you work so fucking hard and I know, with out a doubt, that you will achieve something great.” 

You kneel down infront of him and take his hands into your own. “Please trust me on that Logan, please.” 

“I trust you Y/n, 100%” 

And he breaks down, then I’m pullin’ him in. 

#f1 #f1 imagine #f1 fic #formula 1 #williams racing #williams f1 #williams formula 1 #logan sargeant #logan sargeant x reader #logan sargeant imagine #logan sargeant x you #logan sargeant fanfiction #logan sargeant fluff #williams

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort in Making a Home

Summary - Part 57 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends), Garth x Bess, Sam x Eileen

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

A/N: Wanted to give you guys a bit of a fun one this week. I also tried to make it a bit longer than the past few. 1. In honour of Jensen’s birthday! And 2. Because I’m not sure if I’ll get a chance to write and publish a chapter next week as I’m going to my first-ever SPN convention, SUPER EXCITED, I’m finally gonna meet J2!! But as such, I’m gonna be a little busy, so sorry in advance if I don’t get a chance to upload next week.

Feeling reassured that the threat of other hunters coming after your little girl or the presence of other monsters in town was all an overreaction, you and Dean spend the rest of the week cleaning, furnishing and decorating your new home. You let Destiny choose the colour for her room, a pastel violet. Her room is the quickest and easiest as you just set it up similar to how it was at the bunker. While the process seems like Deja Vu as you move the same furniture you only just bought and set up, it feels more natural and permanent here.

The rest of the house proves to be a more extensive project. Though Dean grumbles about taking measurements, the weight of furniture, and the hassle of shopping, his complaints are laced with a certain satisfaction. You can tell Dean enjoys the change of pace. It’s still hard, tiring work, but it’s free of blood and death and he gets to spend time with you in a place where he knows you’re safe. No demons, no angels, just the ordinary challenges of making a house a home.

Your shared bedroom comes together quite quickly with Dean insisting that you keep your bed, as the memory foam remembers you both. You chuckle at his childish antics but agree nonetheless. Neither of you owns a lot of clothes either, so it’s a simple task for you to arrange them in the walk-in wardrobe while he paints Destiny’s room. Multitasking and working together proves a breeze after years of doing so on hunts.

Destiny plays in her new room, arranging her toys while you and Dean focus on the rest of the house. As you work together to arrange the living room, Dean teases you about the throw pillows and blankets, but there is a lightness in his eyes and tone that speaks volumes. The simple moments of shared laughter and playful banter feel like a luxury compared to the life you’re leaving behind.

“I still think this is too many pillows, but if it makes you happy…”

You roll your eyes, playfully swatting his arm with a pillow. “It's called decorating, Dean. You'll get used to it.”

“I’m sure they’re good for something…” Dean muses as he picks one up and swats your bum with it. You retaliate until you’re both lying on the couch laughing and out of breath.

Dean grins, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close, his eyes scan the room with a sense of accomplishment. The house quickly transforms into a home, a safe haven where the threat of other hunters and monsters feels like a distant memory.

As the day turns into night, the glow of a lamp illuminates the living room. Feeling the exhaustion of the day's work, you sigh.

He kisses your head and then says, “Not bad, huh? Maybe suburban life ain't so bad after all.”

You lean into him, the sense of security in his embrace making the sacrifices of the hunting life seem worth it. “Definitely not bad. Not that it’s suburban up here in the mountains…”

Dean rolls his eyes at you and pinches your side softly. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah. It's nice to have a place where we can just be... us.”

And in the quiet of your new home, surrounded by the echoes of laughter and the promise of a peaceful future, you know that this change of pace is exactly what your family needs. And as you and Dean sit on the couch in the living room, exhaustion replaced by contentment, you know you've found something rare and precious—a place where you can truly be safe and happy.

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Early morning sunlight spills through the curtains of your new bedroom, casting a warm glow over your bed and the hardwood floors. Not used to having windows, the feeling is a little surreal to begin with, almost like waking up in a motel room. Dean yawns as he stretches and pulls you closer to his bare chest.

He kisses your forehead, “Morning, Beautiful.”

You smile as you snuggle into his embrace. “Morning, Handsome. It still doesn’t feel real, you know? Our own place…”

“We haven’t Christened the house yet, you know…And there’s no annoying little brother here to interrupt us!”

“Ah, true…But there is a little girl that could wake up any minute. And she had a bit of a rough night…not sure if you noticed me get up about five times. You, on the other hand, seemed to have the best sleep of your life. So much for man-of-the-house protecting us…I had to go protect her from the tree branches and animals in the woods.”

Dean slips his fingers under the hem of your sleep shirt, dragging them lightly along your stomach to trace the swell of your breasts. He trails kisses over your face towards your neck. “You’re my sexy, strong, badass protector. Let me show my appreciation.”

You playfully groan, “Dean…”

He takes your hand in one of his and guides it over his stiffening dick. “You feel that? I’m getting blue balls with all this waiting and stopping…They’re going to explode and kill me. You’re literally going to be the death of me.”

You let out a light chuckle as you shake your head. “You’re so melodramatic! You and I both know that’s a myth. I promise it won’t kill you. Plus, I heard you jerking it in the shower the other day.”

“Which is no substitute for the real thing, I’ll have you know.”

“I know. I also know I’m hungry and need coffee and we have yet to stock the kitchen here or buy a coffee machine…So, come on, Honey. Stow your blue balls and get up.”

He groans loudly as he flops back down on the bed in defeat. “This is like the chastity vow all over again! All I want to do is make love to my wife, is that really too much to ask?”

You lean over and kiss his lips. “What we need is a proper date night. Leave it with me. We got plenty of friends, I’m sure I can find a babysitter for one night…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The sun is casting a beautiful pink and orange hue over the forest when your family finally returns from another long day shopping, dining out and picking up a few more belongings from the Bunker. Dean, clad in a worn-out plaid shirt and his trademark smirk, takes charge of arranging pots and pans, his culinary expertise evident despite his continued grumbling.

“I can't believe I spent another full day shopping and now am voluntarily ending it in the kitchen. This better be worth it.”

You shake your head and chuckle. Destiny, a bundle of energy despite the long day, eagerly pulls colourful bowls and plates out of the bags, her eyes wide with excitement. The kitchen buzzes with laughter as you and Dean share a glance, appreciating the normalcy of domestic tasks. With her arms overflowing, Destiny waddles into the kitchen as if trying to help. Dean notices her looking lost and rather than chastising her for being in the way or taking the bowls off her, he picks her up so she can reach the overhead cupboards and place the colourful wares inside. 

With all the new purchases in their new home and the kitchen looking more homely, Dean sets about preparing everything he needs to cook up a delicious feast for your first official meal in your new home. He ties on an apron before producing a matching one in a much smaller size. Destiny beams.

Wearing her miniature apron, she stands on a step stool, helping with stirring and mixing the gravy. Dean, despite his initial protests, enjoys the rhythm of chopping vegetables and sizzling pans, surrounded by the warmth of his family. You go about setting the new wooden table on the patio with the colourful plates, cups and cutlery Destiny helped to choose. It looks bright and welcoming, the opposite of everything you’re used to. The one piece of normality is the shotgun Dean leaned up against the corner of the patio, a single line of defence to make him feel more secure in the open space.

Just as Dean’s preparing to bring the food out to you the doorbell rings. Destiny jumps off the stool and pulls off the apron to show off the fancy new dress Dean bought her. It’s long sleeve with flannel designs and a frilly skirt that matches. He thought it was so cute that he couldn’t not buy it. Truly, it surprised you after his earlier whines about the lack of privacy and sex, he really sees Destiny as his little partner in crime during the day and revels in the way she looks up to him (both literally and figuratively).

“Can I get it!” Destiny asks brightly.

Despite being 99% certain of who’s at the door, you insist on going with her just in case. So, while Dean finishes delivering the food to the table you go downstairs with Destiny to get the door.

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[sugamehhq]

Give to Get (Railao)

As one of Liu Kang’s higher angels, Raiden got stuck housing Johnny. He didn’t mind of course, but something about it had started to bother him more and more.

The angel was confused, conflicted in his thoughts. He tried to figure out what specifically about Johnny was bugging him. He eventually figured out what it was, and it wasn’t just Johnny’s presence.

The room Raiden shared with the brown winged angels was fairly small, but large enough to house the three that resided there, though technically four with the singular demon that began to stay more often than not. It left a lot of room for eavesdropping whether anyone wanted to or not, but no one really cared either, there was nothing of secrecy to keep from the others. 

While Raiden and Kung Lao sat on the floor of their half of the room, Raiden couldn’t help but listen to Johnny and the demon’s conversations. They were nothing of interest to him, and yet he couldn’t stop listening from behind the curtain that separated the pairs. Something about the way they spoke to each other, it sparked a sensation in his chest, one he didn’t quite understand at the time. 

The day after that, he continued to watch Johnny and the demon figure. As the days went on, he kept watching. It took him a bit to think it through, but the feeling he felt was envy. He envied what Johnny had that he didn’t.

A partner.

The way the two looked at eachother, touched each other, spoke to each other, all of that Raiden craved, and he wasn’t sure why. 

He had no one of interest, so why was it bugging him so bad all of a sudden?

Having chosen to ignore this admiration for what the angel and demon have, Raiden thought more on why. Why he felt this way, and what possibly could be sparking these feelings.

It didn’t take long for him to come to the realization that Kung Lao’s presence became more and more of a requirement for his daily routine.

He realized the attachment he felt to Kung Lao. He always thought that’s just how friends felt towards each other. Always hiding it behind their history together, saying it’s just in his nature to be so loving towards Kung Lao, he never considered he was actually in love with the guy.

Sure he’s annoying and has an ego, but that’s what makes him interesting to Raiden. Without him around, Raiden would be bored out of his mind.

Taking this realization of his, Raiden decided to confront Kung Lao about his feelings, though he didn’t plan for the response he ended up receiving.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea Rai,”

Raiden was confused. If he wasn’t mistaken, Kung Lao put the same amount of attention into him as he did Kung Lao.

“So, you’re not interested then?” Raiden approached calmly. He wanted a straight up answer, not a hesitant one.

“That’s not it,” Kung Lao put the flower he was admiring down before standing up to meet Raiden’s gaze, “I’m worried for your rank Raiden.”

“My rank?”

The white wing didn’t even consider his position compared to his friend’s. He looked towards his stomach where the number “2” adorned his skin, his hand gently grazing over it.

He thought to himself for a second, about his rank, about Kung Lao’s rank.

“I’m not worried about it, Lao.”

The look Kung Lao shot him told Raiden everything he needed to know.

The white winged angel sighed, smiled, and suggested they drop the idea. With hesitation from Kung Lao, Raiden takes his leave. Rejection was not on Raiden’s bucket list to say the least.

Weeks go by, the white wing and brown wing go back to their usual friendly banter and normal routine. It was a nice feeling knowing the awkward confession didn’t ruin anything between them. Still, Raiden couldn’t help but feel bad he even tried, but he understood Kung Lao’s hesitance. The hesitance from his friend however drove him mad, it gave him much hope for something just out of reach.

“Stop joking around Lao,” Raiden huffed a shy laugh, Kung Lao’s sudden confrontation while he was busy with higher up work threw him off.

“I’m not kidding Raiden, I’m serious,” the brown wing stood straight, his hand just slightly stuck out to reach for his friend’s, to try and get his full attention.

Kung Lao didn’t intend on interrupting Raiden’s work, but it had been weeks, maybe even a month since Raiden offered his love to him, and he so rudely made it awkward. They never fully spoke about it, so Kung Lao let it go originally, only now it was eating away at him. He had to tell Raiden he felt the same way and didn’t intend to reject him initially.

“You’re funny,” Raiden laughs, a sound that squeezes Kung Lao’s heart.

“Rai, please,” Kung Lao grabs Raiden’s arms, forcing him to look at him, “I’m serious.”

The white wing’s face drops, his stomach twisting at the strong eye contact while the words process in his mind.

“You are serious…” he mumbles, the expression on Kung Lao’s face, his eyes, telling nothing but the truth.

Kung Lao nods to confirm Raiden’s suspicions, a final “please” making itself known by his action. An awkward silence grows between the two, tension building way more than they’d like. Raiden’s mind tries to grasp onto every word Kung Lao spouted at him. How he was sorry for dismissing his feelings, that he feels the same, he wants to be together, to mark each other. How if Raiden was okay with dropping rank then he must truly feel deeply for Kung Lao and he wants to acknowledge that as best he can, by which of course being to admit the reciprocated feelings they shared. 

As Raiden feels Kung Lao’s grip on his arms loosen, he sighs before laughing, shaking his head playfully.

“Alright,” he smiles softly.

Kung Lao looked at the other confused, slight hope building in his stomach.

“Right now? Here? Now?”

Raiden’s heart pounded in his ears, the puppy-like excitement from his best friend was his favorite thing at that moment.

“When else, Kung Lao. If we hold off any longer we might not accept our fate at all,” Raiden’s hand gently took Kung Lao’s, softly placing it on top of his mark.

With that, Kung Lao sports a burning smile. The excitement and relief in his body could make him cry.

As Raiden’s hand lets go of Kung Lao’s, he snakes it around Kung Lao’s back, his fingers grazing over the “4” between the brown wing’s shoulder blades. While not ones for heavy romance, the two settle on something more casual. Their foreheads pressed together as they embraced each other, a consenting hug of sorts being their method of choice. 

As soon as the process began, it was over. Fortunately for the two, their rank difference wasn’t too large of a gap. It only took a minute for Raiden’s rank to drop from his natural “2” to Kung Lao’s “4”. Still, the subtle cramp in Raiden’s gut was enough to convince him to end work early that day.

The following morning, Kung Lao was clingier than usual. When Raiden tried to get up to leave for his normal morning routine, the brown wing wouldn’t let him go. It was strange, but Raiden also found it heavily endearing. Having let the other get his cuddles out, Raiden eventually pushed him off and left to speak to Liu Kang.

It was slightly nerve wracking to approach the higher ups, but Raiden knew Liu Kang, he knew it wasn’t going to be a big deal to address his new position.

While he walked the halls to find the main room, he stumbled into the demon that usually stalks their shared room. They paused to look at each other for a moment before peacefully passing by each other, the demon heading back to the room with some food in hand. 

When entering the main hall, it was oddly quiet considering he stayed in bed longer than usual. The room was spotless, little to no people were there, the only one really in view being Liu Kang.

So the atmosphere of the room was a little off, but that wasn’t going to stop Raiden from having this talk. It would feel wrong to continue as normal without letting Liu Kang know of the recent changes.

Carefully, Raiden walked forward into the main hall. Liu Kang’s back was to the entry, so he quietly spoke to ask for his attention.

“Excuse me,” his voice shook slightly as he bowed towards his ruler.

With a hum, Liu Kang turned around. He smiled at Raiden’s presence, though when Raiden stood up straight Liu Kang’s eyes widened every so slightly at the obvious conversation topic.

“Are you busy, Lord Liu Kang?”

“Not at all,” he took a few steps towards the younger angel.

Raiden smiled awkwardly, his hands finding each other in front of him to keep from fidgeting.

“I know you saw me as your second in command almost, someone with power and a high rank, but things happen you know? I didn’t want to continue about my business without letting you know, seeing what you have to say.”

He paused to catch his breath, unaware of his rambling.

“If you are okay with a lower rank being of assistance to you, I’m fully capable of continuing my duty by your side. If not I-”

“Are you happy, Raiden.”

He hadn’t realized that Liu Kang took his hands in his own.

“Am I happy..?”

“Are you happy.”

His voice was calm, almost like he was saying it as a statement rather than a question, parroting it back to him.

Was Raiden happy? 

The angel thought for a minute. He thought about all he could lose from dropping rank, all that could change from his usual life, and yet none of it bothered him. Though the second he thought about Kung Lao, he smiled.

“I am,” his eyes met with Liu Kang’s again, the widest smile welcoming his gaze.

“All will stay the same. As long as you’re happy and this was your choice, I’m happy for you.”

Raiden was happy at Liu Kang’s acceptance, why he feared it at all even if just a little was beyond him.

“Thank you, Lord Liu Kang.”

“No need to thank me Raiden,” the higher up squeezed the angel’s hands gently to emphasize his words.

They ended their conversation with a mutual head nod, both still smiling. Taking that as his cue to get to work for the day, Raiden turned to leave. While walking back towards his room, he started to feel a strange way. His chest felt fluttery, like something startled him. It was a faint feeling, but there nonetheless. Before being able to decipher what it was about, his eyes landed on Kung Lao as he entered the room.

“Good morning,” Raiden hummed with a pleasant smile.

“Hey.”

Odd. Usually Kung Lao greets him like a dog who missed its owner every morning.

“Something wrong?”

“Yeah, actually,” Kung Lao replied, staring at the floor as he sat on the edge of Raiden’s bed.

Taking the pause in their words, Raiden sat beside his partner, a gentle hand grazing over the brown wing’s back.

“You left this morning and I fell back asleep right, then suddenly I’m woken up by this crazy nervous feeling. So I thought, ‘okay, this is weird. Maybe I had a bad dream or something.’  But then I’m overwhelmed by this intense wave of happiness as if I wasn’t just nervous a few minutes ago.”

“That’s because you’re feeling what Raiden’s feeling, Kung Lao.”

The two angel’s looked up from the floor, their eyes landing on the figure holding the curtain in the middle of the room.

“What?”

“I don’t mean to interrupt, but when you two claimed each other you bound your energies together. You now feel each other’s emotions to a degree. Usually very faint, that is unless what the other is experiencing is intense.”

“How do you know this?” Raiden questioned.

Johnny laughed, “Don’t tell him I told you this, but before getting accepted by his family, Kenshi spent several days anxious hiding from me. If I felt it the way I did, I can only imagine how he feels when I get like that.”

“Well that’s a new one. Wish I knew that before putting out the offer.”

“Rude,” Raiden huffed beside Kung Lao.

“I’m just kidding, I’m just kidding. It’s definitely something to get used to, that's for sure.”

“It’ll come in handy eventually, trust me. While it can be a pain in the ass, I’m happy to have it,” Johnny spoke, his wings fluffing behind him as if he was nervous to acknowledge his feelings.

“Oh and your marks,” Johnny twisted his body to show his own, “these come in handy too. Sure they’re just random numbers on our bodies for some unknown reason, but they provide comfort. At least for Kenshi and I it does. Not sure if it goes for all pairs, but you could try it.”

Intrigued by Johnny’s words, Raiden’s hand found Kung Lao’s ‘4’ mark between his shoulder blades. Almost instantly, Kung Lao’s shoulders relaxed, his wings puffed up in response to the chill that rattled his body. It almost felt silly thinking about how it all worked. If touching each other’s marks comforted each other like this, how awkward would it be for Kung Lao to utilize Raiden’s? It was then Raiden laughed to himself thinking about it all.

“Seems like it works just the same for you guys,” Johnny smiled, “as much as I’d like to stay and chat some more, Kenshi and I have somewhere to be. I’ll catch you guys later.”

Raiden nodded and watched as Johnny walked out the door.

As Raiden turned to face Kung Lao, his head stopped halfway. A quick kiss on his cheek interrupted his action. Dazed by the sudden affection, his hand stopped moving against Kung Lao’s mark, leaving room for nerves to creep back in. Kung Lao avoided eye contact, but Raiden stared heavily at the other. He could tell Kung Lao was afraid of what he just did, it made him laugh. A soft puff escaped from his lips while he leaned towards him.

He gave Kung Lao’s mark attention again as he leaned against his shoulder. Seeing that Raiden wasn’t opposed to the choice of affection, Kung Lao placed his head on the other’s in return.

“You’re allowed to kiss me Lao,” the white wing spoke quietly.

Kung Lao stared forward, as if the sentence went in one ear and out the other.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Raiden laughed, “I don’t mind.”

To that, Kung Lao lifted his head and turned to face his partner. Without trying to seem eager, he placed his hand along Raiden’s jaw. He took a second to appreciate Raiden’s face. His eyes, nose, lips, everything about him was beautiful. His face flushed as Raiden smiled in response. The soft look in his eyes reassured Kung Lao. Having gotten distracted from his initial trail of thought, Raiden took it upon himself to initiate a kiss. Kung Lao was shocked at first, but eventually closed his eyes.

Everything about Raiden, about this moment, about them, was perfect. -- Railao marking WHO CHEERED.

An explanation of their relationship here and what kinda happened since the writing might not do it as much justice as I would have liked:

Raiden and Kung Lao grew up together and have been best friends all their lives pretty much. Raiden never caught on that he had feelings for Kung Lao until housing Johnny. Johnny and Kenshi's affection and care towards each other made Raiden envious of Johnny and he didn't know why until it was made clear to him his crush on Kung Lao. So, Raiden tries to confront Kung Lao about it, gets rejected, and goes back to acting like nothing happened. Eventually Kung Lao comes to talk to him and accepts the idea this time cause it's coming from himself. He realized Raiden wasn't worried about his own rank so if Raiden truly was okay with dropping rank for Kung Lao's love, then he must be telling the truth. Raiden's in denial thinking its sorta more a funny haha towards him trying how long prior, but then he realizes Kung Lao's not kidding. They accept each other, marking is done yadda yadda, next morning Raiden goes to speak to Liu Kang on his own. Liu Kang doesn't reprimand him or change anything about Raiden's position, because Liu Kang never cared. He just does it to keep structure. People don't realize this about him though, so they often fear his acceptance. When all is said and done Raiden goes back to the room, Johnny explains to the two how their emotions/energy is connected to one another now, and the two sit in each other's presence.

Another thing to add is that after getting with Kung Lao, Raiden gets distracted more easily from his work. Liu Kang watches it happen all the time but doesn't do anything about it. He'd rather Raiden be happy and have found someone to spend his life with than to watch him work all day alone. He's not strict with Raiden is what I'm saying.

BUT ANYWAYS Here's the art to go with it :))

Hope you guys enjoyed :)) Sorry I've been MIA for a bit,, I have three more writings planned after this one which will be back with Johnshi mostly, but these guys will play more of a part now that I have them introduced in some way.

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[asterdisaster06]

i love you ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?

ghost x reader [exes], platonic 141 x reader

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

summary > Soap and Gaz shenanigans

word count > 1.9k

warnings > military inaccuracies

a/n > do you guys ever have so many fic ideas but have to limit yourself to two series only? yeah, that’s me and it’s breaking my heart that i can’t keep up with 10 separate ideas

ao3

The sun shining through the military issued curtains warms your sleeping figure as your eyes flutter open - your brain taking a moment to catch up with your eyes viewing your new room. Your new home. It offers you a sense of comfort alongside loneliness at the thought of the pure solitude you were encased in. At your old base, you shared a room with a fellow soldier and someone you were proud to call a friend, but that isn’t the case here. Here, you’ve yet to truly make any official friends, and you're doubtful that the unease you feel even being on base would let you open up enough to be able to. Trust and friendship is something that you would like to keep separate on the field - most soldiers would - but you suppose it also extends into domestic moments. You find it hard to trust someone after one little conversation ended a relationship just like that. 

You shake that thought off like a wet dog to water and push yourself to get up. From what little you remember from the chaos of last night, today was supposedly stealth and sniper training with Gaz. It didn’t trouble you too much considering the connection between Simon and Gaz was a deep trust but nothing beyond simply working together. You had to have that trust with those on your side in this line of work. The job would be ten times more dangerous if you didn’t. You suppose that this training was meant to build that trust between you and the team before an actual mission, but you weren’t entirely sure if you could achieve that with Simon himself.

Brushing your teeth, you stare at the tired figure in front of you. A bruised and battered soul that has never quite healed despite your best efforts, as evidenced by the distinct eye bags and litter of scars across both your skin and heart. Seen and unseen. To the trained eye, you suppose, there was no real difference however. You spit into the sink, letting it run down the drain alongside your emotions. The cabinet holds only the base essentials provided by the base and your medicine that you throw back with a grimace. There was nothing you could truly do to drastically improve your appearance, but you found yourself wishing somehow that you could. You resign yourself to how you look and shake your folded clothes out before throwing them on in preparation for the long day ahead. You mask slips on over your head with such ease that you would

As you lace up your boots with efficiency earned only by doing it repetitively every single day, you hear a knock sound on the door. A gentle thud that almost reminds you of the sound a body makes when it falls to the floor - keyword being almost. A second knock is made just as you reach the door and turn the knob to be greeted with the sight of both Soap and who you assume is Kyle “Gaz” Garrick by his side. 

“Rise and shine, Angel!” Soap yells out, and you can almost hear bagpipes accompanying his excitement if you listen carefully. Then again, you could be imagining it. 

“Training doesn’t start until eight. It’s six,” You point out, your morning voice still fully fledged. If that wasn’t enough to signify your recent throw into consciousness the yawn after your statement should’ve been.

“He wanted to invite you to breakfast at seven, but also insisted on getting here early enough so you couldn’t say no,” Gaz offers up before he’s jabbed in the side by Soap, much to your amusement. 

“I’ll join you guys for breakfast,” You begin, already seeing the start of a grin making its way across Soap’s face. “But, only if you guys join me for my morning run beforehand.”

“Oh, how hard could it be? I bet I could beat you around the compound, Gaz,” Soap teases. 

. . .

Soap would soon eat his words, and dirt, as he ended up tripping over air twice on the run. Although, he insists there was a rock that you didn’t see that was out for him. Unsurprisingly, despite the little mishaps at the beginning of the jog, your two future comrades kept up decently with your pace. You suppose they had to if they were able to make it all the way up the ladder into this team. 

“How is Soap more clumsy than you, Gaz, but somehow you’re the one that fell out of a helicopter?” You mutter under your breath, realizing your mistake as soon as the words escaped your mouth. 

“How did you know that story, love?” Gaz asks, wiping sweat off his face with the back of his hand. 

“Word gets around,” You reply quickly. Not a complete lie. It just so happens that word got around from Simon mentioning small, insignificant details about his teammates on missions. Ones that made you laugh way back when. 

“Imagine being known only for falling out of a chopper,” Soap teases, nudging Gaz. 

“Very funny. At least my hair is regulation standard,” Gaz says, tussling the mohawk of the Scot. Almost like brothers, you notice. 

“Oi, lay off you div,” Soap says, his scotticism slipping out. 

“I’ll meet you guys for breakfast after a shower,” You say, giving a stretch and a big yawn afterwards.

“Just don’t get lost,” Gaz offers as he waves farewell. It appears that Soap has been spreading stories about your unfortunate meeting circumstances. 

“Aye, we’ll save you a seat, LT,” Soap grins with an exaggerated salute. 

You roll your eyes with a soft smile painted across your face as you turn to head back towards your living quarters. The dimly lit room offered a muted sense of comfort; although, you were itching to get some pops of color into the bland room. You’d have to check with Price to see how much you could change - considering you were contracted for five years, it would be likely that there was more leeway than usual. Especially given your position, but that could just be the fact your old roommate and you constructed a colorful, sentimental place you were proud to call home. It elicited a faint pang of homesickness within you. You’d have to call sometime soon to update them. 

Making sure the door was definitely closed behind you first, you slip off the light mask. Its design reminded you of the weeks leading up to the completion of its construction. You had a few of your fellow teammates to thank for their arts and crafts help - although you suspect that they would rather thank you for the creative outlet. You just consider the fact that all the crayons were accounted for and un-eaten a success. It has become a part of you now, whether you wanted it or not. There was something symbolic about the bird-like nature of its design; perhaps you wished you had wings of your own to escape the hurt. However, that’s more of a therapist's take on what actually occurred. 

It was more of an inside joke whenever you were a recent hire to your previous base. There was a mission or two that required you to take a position as a lookout. A bird had started chirping and cawing in your ear, sending extreme confusion over the commsat your attempts to get it to shoo. It was something that your team laughed about after the fact, saying that the bird life chose you. Ergo, your mask reflected the appearance of your feathered friends. The idea of your callsign being reflected in the feathery appearance also made it feel fitting. 

You shed your comfortable yet cold clothes and step into the warmth of the shower water, letting it run down your frame into the drain. If you stared long and hard enough at the floor, you could’ve sworn that it held a pink tint. It was a simple hallucination, but it had been real at one point in your life. You choose to close your eyes, focusing on the feelings of your hands running across scars - old and new. Your past life never held these marks, evidence of your suffering. Simon was the only one decorated with the physical damage appearing on his skin a few years ago, but you’ve accumulated more than your fair share of healed wounds.

You wash away those thoughts alongside the sweat and suds down the drain, making way for the amour surrounding your heart. The roughness of the towel as you dry yourself grounds you to reality. You actively avoid looking at the mirror, refusing to look at your scarred appearance that Simon would lose his mind over, as you get dressed. Breakfast wasn’t something that you indulged in as much anymore, not when it was no longer shared with the hugs from behind as Simon stole a piece of bacon. The very thought pained you to your core. You covered it up, swept it under the rug, in a very similar fashion to you disguising your appearance by the mask. 

You exit your room, making sure to lock it behind yourself. The beasts cage. You wander the halls until you reach the canteen, quickly scanning the room until your eyes settle on Soap. Or rather, the man beside him. Ghost. There was something about him that had changed from the person you once knew, besides the obvious appearance and behavior due to the environment. Or maybe, just maybe, you never knew him after all. You refuse to believe that you knew the real him, and the real Simon had truly tossed you to the side that easily. It wasn’t something you were willing to accept. Not yet. Not ever.

“Oi, over here Lieutenant!” 

There goes your sense of peace and internal argument over whether you could slip out unnoticed and effectively ghost this entire interaction. Your inner turmoil is only heightened by the fact that the choice was made for you - that and the fact that you’re now being perceived by the entire room as you make the walk of shame over to the table. All the eyes on you make it difficult to feel at ease. Even with your mask disguising that particular emotion paired with a heavy wince, your body language undoubtedly exuded your nervous nature. 

You trudge over to the table as the group all gives you their own greetings. You have an inkling that Soap had dragged all of the members here for breakfast as a sort of meeting for you. It’s incredibly hard for you to believe that both Price and Ghost were here willingly. 

“Goodmorning, Bonnie!” Soap says, the chipper in his voice making you wince slightly.

“Morning, little birdie,” Gaz calls out, seemingly taking a shine to that new nickname.

“Lieutenant,” Is all Price offers up. 

Although, it’s more than the intense stare and grunt you got from Ghost. You’re not entirely sure if you’re more offended or relieved by that. You pull one of the chairs out and take a seat near Soap and Gaz. It appears that they weren’t lying about saving you a seat, much to your surprise. On top of that, someone here - you suspect Soap - grabbed you a tray so you could avoid the line. It warmed your heart, a smile sent towards Soap. It’s times like these that you thank past you for constructing the mask in a way that your mouth is exposed enough to speak and eat. 

“Hey, Ghost. Have you ever thought about having your mask like that?” Soap pipes up.

“No. I already have enough of my face exposed with the eyes,” He replies gruffly. 

“Ah, I suppose that’s true. Angel does have their eyes covered. It’s kinda like the opposite of your mask,” Soap mentions. 

A simple hum from the man across the table is all you received. It’s all you or anyone else at the table received the entire time you spent eating with the team. Despite the small talk and inside jokes being created right in front of your eyes. It was so odd, sitting there right in front of the man you used to wake up next to, and him not knowing a single thing. Never noticing. These thoughts plagued you into a simple quiet as you listened to Soap explaining what “mountain chickens” were to Gaz - much to his confusion. The absurdity of the completely domestic circle of fellow soldiers sharing breakfast made you smile, if only slightly. All of it came to an end eventually as each individual had something to busy themselves with throughout the day. 

“Well, better not waste any time,” Gaz exclaims, offering you a hand up that you graciously accept. 

“Up and at ‘em soldier,” Soap adds. 

You were looking forward to the hand to hand combat training against these two. It was a formality but nonetheless you stirred at the opportunity to exhibit your abilities against both men. Prove yourself in some way or another. Maybe even prove to yourself that you do in fact deserve to be here - despite the words ringing in your ears as an echo of Simon Riley claiming you didn’t. Never would. Well, you would prove him wrong. Starting today. Not five years ago - starting today - because now he could see you. You could show him beyond a doubt that you had improved enough to earn a spot on the renowned team. Alongside him - even if he wouldn’t know it. Not yet.

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[neverwalka1one]

10 Recommendations!

Tomorrow (2/15) is International Fanwords Day, so as part of the feedback fest, here's ten recs from my favorited list!

The Untamed. This is a Golden Core Reveal, not so much fix-it as fix the world around it so that everything doesn't go off the rails. It features Cunning Deception, Not So Cunning Deception, Wei Wuxian being gremlin, surprisingly cool LQR, and more Wangxian than Jiang Cheng is comfortable with. Also JGY has a migrane.

Like a House on Fire by KouriArashi. (oooh, I figured out how to do a thing) The Untamed. A modern-world AU non-cultivators rough 9-1-1 fusion fic. Everyone's a firefighter or a paramedic or a cop, Jiang Cheng gets a dog (and she is a Very Good Girl), Jin Zixuan discovers a new and shiny spine, Nie Mingjue just wants his people to be okay, and JGY gets an axe. It's mildly unhinged, it's excellent writing, I love it.

Imprints by Lisa_Telramor. The Untamed. A post-canon fic in which Wei Wuxian rescues a small innocent baby... whoops that's a dog. Except even if it is a dog, it is still small. And innocent. And helpless. And definitely will die if not helped. Featuring Wei Wuxian and his dog (!!!), poor mental health repair techniques, Yunmeng Bros reconciliation, and Jin Ling despairing over his uncles. This fic is so cute, I cannot even.

By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller. The Untamed. Wei Wuxian returns, but it's Not Right, and in a panic he retreats to Lotus Pier. Also known as that 'Wei Wuxian fucks with gender and then everything else' fic. Featuring Lan Zhan having deeply confused thoughts about his sexuality and loyalty to a dead man, Jin Ling gleefully calling Wei Wuxian 'aunt' at every opportunity, Wei Wuxian bitching about careless baby necromancers, a revision of Yi City, and Lan Xichen being So Confused All The Time.

Climbing Up That Coastal Shelf by Sour_Idealist. The Untamed. A post-canon fic in which Jin Ling realizes _no one_ is keeping an eye on Wei Wuxian. Then he learns what a self-sacrificing idiot his genius uncle is, and decides if no one else is going to claim this guy, he absolutely will because he needs all the help he can get. The Jin sect will never be the same. Featuring the return of Mianmian, So Many Family Feelings, Wei Wuxian scaring the Jin elders, poor communication skills amongst cultivators, and Jin Ling being possessive.

The Sword and the Shield by 29Pieces. Good Omens. A post S1 fic (written when there was only S1), in which Aziraphael is an absolute badass. Featuring the sort of angel where 'fear not' is the sort of reassurance one needs, and Aziraphael isn't saying that.

A Friend of Mine by CowGayKermit. Umbrella Academy. In which Klaus' buddies from Vietnam put 2 and 2 together and get 'that kid on the news is _our Klaus_ holy shit'. Featuring a ton of OCs that have been through shit and don't take kindly to anyone being mean to their brother. It's wild, I love it, I will take a million versions of this please.

Arc Tremors by MountainRose. The Avengers. An old-school post-movie fic where people move into Avengers Tower, this time because Tony failed to hide just how poorly he was doing after the Chitauri rolled through town. Featuring Giant Mutated Seafood, medical drama, everyone gets to be a little over-protective and tetchy (as a treat), and the bots being adorable. I love this era of Avengers fics, I will live here forever.

Shades of Grey Spill From My Veins (bleeding ink all over the page) by Reverie. The Untamed. One of my all-time favs, a What If WWX Grew Up In The Nie Sect fic. Seriously, this is one of my comfort fics, I love it so much, just read it.

Work Day by Saintlygames. The Watchmaker of Filigree Street. So much lovely fluff about two of my favorite boys and their daughter. Honestly, this is just the sweetest. Featuring Thaniel being too competent for his own good, Mori using his powers to spoil his husband, Six tolerating hugs as best she can, and did I mention the fluff? SO FLUFFY I COULD DIE.

There are so many more (for srs, there's at least four more Untamed I could put on here right now, without searching), but this is a good place to start!

#ifd2024 #feedback fest

[azucar-skull]

I just remembered a deleted scene from GEM where Casey shows his scar from the battle airship crash to Logan in order to scare him off--

So here... (Tw for queerphobia, gore, and nudity (not in the fun way))

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P.E. class rolls in after math and honestly, Casey can’t even give a shit. It's not the activities themselves he can’t handle, in fact he does surprisingly well against his peers.

It's the locker rooms.

Technically, Casey calls himself a guy so he gets dressed in the boys locker room. But it's still so weird how the locker rooms are only divided by 2 genders. This was never a thing in the Resistance.

Still though, he feels weird dressing in front of the other boys in the locker room. Especially with how rowdy and loud they are. Casey prefers to get dressed in one of the bathroom stalls, even if it's against school rules.

And so he heads to his locker and stuffs his backpack in before reaching for his uniform. That's when 3 figures approach him...fully nude.

And of course it's fucking Logan and his buddies.

Without exchanging a glance at between their legs, Casey stares Logan dead in the eye with a blank stare.

"Why.", he spats.

Logan laughs. "What? We've all noticed how you turn down every girl tryna get it with the new edgy emo boy. So that must mean you're into guys, right?"

"...I don't like either--"

"Yeah whatever, hey quick question.", Logan taunts. "How come you always get changed in the stalls? Are you like...what, secretly a tranny or something?"

This fucking..., Casey murmurs in his mind. He never had a problem with his identity in the Resistance but it seems this timeline just LOVES to segregate each other by their identities as if there's no point to set aside their differences in order to work together and fight a war.

And Casey would rather not have a long winded arguement with Logan right now. He'd rather just get dressed and get out of here. The stalls provided more than just privacy, they also tore Casey’s eyes away from his own body. Without a mirror or reflection, he doesn't have to glance at his scars. The scars that reminded him of all the trouble he has gone through.

...which gives him an idea.

Casey, without saying a word or breaking eye contact with Logan, lifts up his shirt just enough to show the large mangled scar on his right abdomen. The one from the Red Angel crash. The one he technically died from for a few minutes.

The scar is nothing to scoff at. The poor and haphazardly stitched lines created a twisted web of hills and valleys on the teen’s stomach. Even if Uncle Tello had survived the crash to help out, Casey doubts that the head surgeon would make it look any prettier.

Logan's expression is priceless. His face drops and skin turns pale. One of the boys beside him lurch forward, pressing a fist against his mouth as his cheeks turn green.

"...how--", Logan mutters.

"Battleship crash. I had to rip the debris out of my stomach by myself.", Casey deadpans. The teen then leans forward, lower his voice at Logan. "And there's plenty more where that came from. So unless your buddy boy over here can keep himself from vomiting, you better stay out of it."

And with that, Casey nudges past the boys, heading for the stalls. From behind he can hear Logan muttering insults and calling him a freak.

Casey simply rolls his eyes.

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So yeah, here you go. =)

#also no beta we die like uncle tello #green eyed mask #green eyed mask rottmnt #gemrottmnt #rottmnt #tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #ao3 #fanfic

[seven-stars-in-his-palm]

HELLOOOOO would love to know about human incarnate. AND history's flowers. AND 13 for the fic writer questions. goodbye

OKAY OKAY OKAY IM SO EXCITED I LOVE THESE FUCK ASS THINGS!!!!! let me divide them….

13) your strengths as an author

i love writing prose. imagery my betrothed. connecting tiny threads into one useless piece is my bit on the side. basic dialogue when ik what theyre gonna talk about, but making it SOUND like them is a wholeeeeee other ordeal. so yeah, i'd say Prose. i like those, and people have said i use good word :)

history’s flowers

so you know the song bouquet by itchiko aoba ? well a good chunk of the song is mainly flowers, so ended up a fic like “crowley and aziraphale through history, but a flower that is mentioned in the song is present in an encounter we see”. like ‘plumeria’—its a ficlet in the garden and a bush of plumerias happens to be nearby or part of the scene ! its mostly chrono, but i tried to keep it as close as possible. not too much has been written yet other than the garden of eden example i gave you, and there’s a lot of flowers, but im gonna dew it all 😌

human incarnate (under cut due 2 length)

okay THIS one’s a bit more complex and infinitely longer. its a reincarnation story ! but of course, not exactly what you might have seen before. now, bit of context, i’ve mever really liked human aus—they are some amazing works out there and i’ve read a good chunk dont get me wrong, but its not exactly something i seek out—im there for the mystical, the immortal dance, etc etc. but one day this story just came up, and i COULDNT let it go. so: human aziraphale and crowley trying to stop the apocalypse but theyre actually an angel/demon duo but reincarnating every few decades. so one day they died (this if ofc plot relevant but if i explain it its ANOTHER long ass paragraph, so lets just say it involves fire and one of my favorite historical events *not alexandria*), and they started incarnating together, some lives never meeting and others meeting once or others changing them entirely, only to eventually truly converge in the present day (like 2008) in time for heaven and hell to realize the trick and the apocalypse on the brink of beginning. easy no memory shtick and stuff, and the appeal is 1) trying to stop armageddon without their respective powers/knowledge, and 2) relearning their love story one life at a time. its the exact balance of Supernatural and Human i would love to read, but never have seen. there might be fic like that out there (and i’d love to read it) but this is hopefully something I can execute nicely. some highlights:

- raising warlock is a such a funnier ordeal becayse they dont have powers to help them out. its a DISASTER

- them figuring out their miracles and their limitations when their powers slowly start tricking back (they're not yet where they're supposed to be, but after heaven and hell's first contact, they arent exactly human anymore, are they?) like warlock's birthday ! its just funny to me..

- crowley and aziraphale's limited contact before armageddon is about. its just a neighborhood crush, nothing more, but then it escalates like THAT ? imagine the guy who curates your flower bouquets you bring to your grandpa's grave (he's not related to you) (and he also happens to be you) and looks kinda pretty ngl is actually your immortal enemy you've been locked in a homoerotic relationship with since the beginning of time. and is a DEMON. of HELL. woah

- hell and heaven don’t really frighten aziraphale and crowley most of the narrative, until the plot ramps up. at first, theyre just Fuckin Weird to them, and seeing a few chapters of them just ridiculing their HEAD OFFICES without knowing just how powerful they can be makes me crack up

- crowley's tattoos (including the snake, which he has NO IDEA where it came from)

- aziraphale's bible and prophecy collection (inherited from his grandpa) (whom he is not related to) (who is also him)

- theyre both trans. one cool thing about this is that aziraphale intentionally chose his name based on the angel who guarded eden, which is HIM. for some odd reason, his name never did fade from the bible editions, and he is still known to this day. Cough Cough Crowley Cough Cough anyway also he and crowley both cycled through some other names before reaching their final ones, which are all names they’ve had in past lices :) because while their past lives have been connected to their old identities in some ways, it wasnt until 2008 where it really became similar. its almost like they knew things were coming…..

- (this trans fact is revealed during the six hours of drinking after adam is delivered <3)

- the bookshop fire

- holding hands at the end of the world

- no stars to run to, because crowley doesnt even know he built that one. but he still fucking loved astronomy anyway!!! he used to want to be an astronaut, you know. before the world tore him down

- aziraphale, on the other hand, never knew what he wanted to be. Good, that he knew, but Good at what?

- all of the fcuking.... scenes.... hittinf anathema, tadfield manor, I JUST!!!!

- some of their cliched past lives being the following: pirate/naval captain, bodysnatcher/cemetery caretaker, brandy spy/allied bookseller, 17th century witches, fugitive/aristocrat, and ofc, present day: struggling florist/bookseller who doesnt really sell any books and lives off of his grandpa's fortunes (again, not related) (who is also him)

- crowley growing up on the velvet underground and aziraphale growing up UNDER A ROCK. queen plagues them both...

and yeah ! its gonna be pretty long, i think. thanks 4 the ask, and happy timezone 💗

#ask game

[merylstryfestan]

Trigun Maximum Vol 6 Ch 1&2

Hey friends! I found this volume so interesting I actually decided to contribute to the bookclub conversation for once! Except that there's so much to talk about that I have to split this into multiple parts lol

I'm going to start with chapters 1 & 2, since I think they pair together well, but this is going to get super long so buckle in!

Poor Meryl :( she is very clearly still trying to process everything that happened at Dragon's Nest, and this is the first evidence we see of how that's affecting her.

She goes and has a chat with Wolfwood, evidently trying to gauge his thoughts on the matter.

Except that it seems he's also trying to figure out how much she knows, without revealing anything himself. Also, he's such a bad liar, like how has he made it this far?? And this is also when he tells her the she and Milly should leave, specifically stating that Vash himself is too dangerous for them to be traveling with, hinting at Wolfwood's own fear of Vash which is addressed in chapter 2.

I found these panels interesting for two reasons: first, the injury to Vash's hand. I assume this must be from when Elendira shot a giant nail through his angel arm, so it's interesting to see that injuries sustained in that state persist when his arm goes back to normal. Also, this is the first we see of Vash participating in self-destructive behavior in this volume, and don't worry, there's more later :')))

But moving on to the fight at the bank. There's a lot I find interesting about this fight. First, Vash's approach here is... something, and I can't say I fully understand his reasoning. Rather than his more typical "Haha I'm just a silly little guy, don't fight, let's just talk this out!" routine, it's more similar to that time in Trimax Vol 1 where he's intentionally acting deranged, presumably in an attempt to intimidate his opponents into giving up. I don't know, I feel like it was a weird choice in this situation.

But another thing to note, is even after it's made clear that the act isn't really working, we see a couple more panels of Vash looking, well, scary tbh. And it's not that we haven't seen him looking frightening before, but in the context of this relatively low-stakes fight, it's pretty odd. And also in volume 1, once the intimidation tactic ultimately failed, he gave it up. so what's going on?

But then we have to remember that we're pretty much watching this fight from Meryl's pov, which is important. In the moment, Meryl's conscious thoughts tell us that she's scared for Vash. Will he have the determination to fight, to pull the trigger, etc. However, based on how we (and presumably she) are seeing him in this fight, as well as some events later in chapter 5, subconsciously she's very much afraid of Vash too, and she just doesn't want to admit that to herself.

There's even a moment right before the fight ends, where as far as we can see, Vash isn't really in immediate danger anymore, and he even gets his own gun back, but we still get a whole page with a frightening looking Vash with Meryl screaming and collapsing in the background. It's been made clear by now that he's able to fight just fine, so that can't be the reason for Meryl's reaction here.

Still, by the end of the chapter, Meryl hasn't put this together herself, and instead admires how he's strong enough to keep fighting despite his regrets. Don't worry, there's more on this in chapter 5 :))

And on to chapter 2!

This chapter also starts with a nightmare (you seeing why I paired these chapters together? :3 ). This one is Wolfwood's, except instead of it directly being about Vash himself, it's about Knives, but we'll see how Wolfwood struggles to separate the two in his mind.

Wolfwood draws the connection between these two events, identifying the power the twins have to literally exude fear in a way that physically affects others nearby. This solidifies to him how the twins really are the same species, completely different from humans, despite Vash's very human tendencies. And that makes them terrifying! But then we get one of the most iconic panels in all of Trigun.

The juxtaposition here is top tier! Vash, our lovely protagonist, smiling and relaxed, happy to see his friend. Contrasted with the direct evidence of his power to destroy, Wolfwood having just called him a monster in his thoughts. Wolfwood is also caught off guard by this stark irony, and then we get another of the most iconic panels in all of Trigun.

The themes and motifs!! Now Wolfwood is the one looking down on Vash, now he's the one framed by destruction. His expression is hard to read but it could be anger? fear? By the next page, Wolfwood has put his gun away, Vash (supposedly) unaware of what's happened. But the fact is, Wolfwood's experiencing almost a kind of cognitive dissonance here. Knives is a monster, who Wolfwood wants dead -> Vash is Knives' brother -> Vash is also a monster, and Wolfwood should want him dead.

Except it's not that simple is it? Because the chapter goes on, and we see how Wolfwood doesn't just protect Vash during the fight, but they fight together in perfect tandem, back to back, a well oiled machine, hardly even exchanging words.

And when it's all over, Vash turns his back to Wolfwood without a second thought, completely trusting him now the same way he does when they fight together. And Wolfwood has the thought, "Man, everything's different when I'm back to back with him." Wolfwood also trusts Vash and is able to turn his back to him, despite everything. And even to himself that hardly makes sense, but it's true.

And so yeah, these two chapters very much complement each other, showing two of Vash's closest friends and their fear towards him and how they react to it. Meryl, at this point, is trying to ignore her fear of Vash, and instead focuses on her fear for Vash and his safety. Wolfwood very much acknowledges how scared he is of Vash and what he can do, but at the same time must admit that he trusts him anyway. Which is all some great setup for what happens in chapter 5!

Anyway, thanks for reading all this! Posts analyzing the rest of the chapters to follow :3

#trigun bookclub #i've literally put less time and effort into college essays than this lol #but what can i say #i like to be thorough #trigun maximum #tw self destructive behavior #trigunbookclub #gabriel.txt

[pxnsneverland]

Don’t Be Cruel | austin!elvis x oc (part 3)

plot summary: Angel Casteel is a small town girl who lucked into working as a makeup artist at a film studio. Unfortunately, her confidence in herself wavers as she is assigned to work with Elvis on his latest motion picture. Overcome by his star power at first, she slowly starts to realize there is a man behind the fame, a man she understands. But as they grow closer, the world grows more turbulent, especially Elvis's world. Will this Angel be able to save Elvis from himself and the people around him? Or will getting mixed up in his word prove to be her downfall as well?

Part 1 | Part 2

pairings: austin!elvis x oc

word count: 1697

warnings/notes: N/A

Chapter 3

              Weeks of filming on Elvis' movie had passed, and I had become his regular companion. In between shoots and redoing his makeup, we would converse. He insisted on having me on set with him rather than in the makeup trailer. He introduced me to his 'Memphis Mafia' comprising of friends and cousins. I met Elvis's father, Vernon, who appeared pleased that Elvis was happy with me around. Colonel Parker, Elvis' manager, met me and seemed unimpressed with my presence. When I was around him and Elvis, he always had a peculiar look in his eyes. It was a gaze that said, "You don't belong here." I didn't like Colonel Parker and wanted to avoid talking to him at all costs. Elvis and I ate lunch together, despite the fact that the other women in the studio were giving me strange stares. On days when we weren't filming, Elvis would bring me to his trailer and play me songs I'd never heard before, like rock and roll and rhythm and blues. There were so many musicians I didn't recognize, negro artists who might have offended my mother and father, but the music impacted my spirit in ways I didn't realize music could. I understood why Elvis appreciated these recordings so much because they stated things that other people would find difficult to express.

              Today was one of those days when filming was paused. The day prior, Elvis had invited me to his trailer. I was finishing up my makeup and styling my hair into an updo with the ends falling just over my neck to keep me cool in the LA heat. My phone rang before I could leave, so I dashed out of the bathroom to answer it.

              “Hello?” I inquired into the receiver.

              “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so glad you picked up.” The twang of my mother's high pitched southern accent immediately set me on edge. “You neva call. I figured you must be so busy out there in the big city that you done forgotten about your little family.”

              Even though she couldn't see me, I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t forget about you guys, Mama. I’m workin’ at a movie studio now. It’s more hours.”

              “Well, whateva. You could still call more. Your Daddy has been worried sick about you. Plus, I haven’t told you about Ethan Rathbone gettin’ caught with Millie Landry in the locka room at the high school hoedown. The town is just up in smoke about it.”

              “Tell Daddy I said hi.” I resisted her attempts to lure me into local gossip, which would have had me on the phone for hours.

              “You could tell him yourself if you were here. Lord knows how much that man depended on you. But I guess you just had to chase your little California dream.”

Her attempts at guilt were making me feel bad about something I didn't feel bad about. “Look, Mama, I really gotta go. I’m gonna be late for work.”

“What movie are you workin’ on now that you can’t talk to your mama?”

My finger twisted around the phone cord. “The new Elvis Presley movie.”

For far too long, there was silence on the other end of the phone. “Elvis Presley? Now why in the hell would they have a young girl workin’ on an Elvis Presley movie? You know I heard about him in all the magazines. He’s a womanizer, you know? Takes advantage of those fans of his just to get his rocks off then leaves ‘em cold. He betta not have done anythin’ to you.”

“I’m not that young and he’s not like that, Mama. He’s actually very nice and sweet and funny—”

“Got his hooks in already I see. The man sure does work fast. Don’t let him get to you, baby. You don’t want your good name sullied by the likes of him. Should be illegal what he’s doin’.”

This discussion was going nowhere, and I was already running late. “Yeah, well, um, sorry Mama but I’m gonna be late for the bus. I really gotta go now. Love you, bye.” Before she could say anything further, I hung up the phone. I sighed deeply. She hadn't changed at all since I'd left Alabama. She still had the ability to drain all the vitality from my body just by speaking. I had to tell myself that she was sincere, but she had a nasty way of expressing it. It didn't make a difference. She wasn't here, and I wasn't stuck with her and her opinions anymore. Now that I could just hang up the phone if I didn't want to hear it, I felt more at ease. I composed myself and walked out the door, not exactly lying to my mother about being late for the bus.

~

Elvis and I were standing outside of his trailer. I was sitting on a lawn chair, laughing at Elvis as he acted out a scene from his film. He posed. “So, I’ll do it like this. How’s that look?”

“It looks like you’re way too happy to see your enemy,” I commented, referring to his wide smile.

“Well, I ain���t gonna look happy when the camera is rollin’.” He returned to his regular standing position before gliding over to me and bowing his head down, so it was directly in front of mine. “I just can’t help bein’ happy when you’re around.”

I laughed, a flush rising across my cheeks. I'd grown accustomed to Elvis's daring flirtation, but that didn't mean I didn't like it and wished he'd do it more often. The more I got to know Elvis, the more I fell in love with him. But being with a backwoods girl like me? What would the press have to say? What would the fans think? I didn't want to be the reason why Elvis' career suffered any more setbacks. He was already battling to keep the ship afloat. Vernon had previously discussed selling the property and horses back in Memphis. “Shut your mouth, Elvis Presley. If you keep treatin’ me special, I might to think I am.”

“You are special, Angel Casteel, especially to me. And I’ll keep tryin’ to convince you of that.”

Before I could respond, a hand came down on Elvis' back, forcing him to stand up straight. It was Billy, another member of his Memphis Mafia. “Will you two get a room already? All this lovey dovey nonsense is sickening.”

I returned to reality, where Elvis's buddies, Vernon and the Colonel, were gathered with Elvis and me on the artificial grass outside the trailer. Billy's heckling made Elvis laugh. “You need to find yourself a lady, Billy. Then maybe you’d understand my pain.” Before returning my gaze, he placed his palm over his heart. “Don’t know how many more rejections I can take.”

Standing to my feet, I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. “Who’s rejectin’ you?”

Elvis drew closer to me once again. “Then kiss me.”

“No,” I said with a poorly veiled grin.

“So you are rejectin’ me?”

I began to walk past him. “No, I’m not.”

He gripped my waist and shoved his front to my back, making me chuckle. “Come, darlin’ Angel. I’m on my knees beggin’.”

“Elvis let me go!” But it was pointless, and all I could do was giggle despite the thrill that raced down my spine as I felt his breath on my neck.

Jerry's voice from inside the trailer interrupted our conversation. “EP, come in here. You gotta see this.” His voice sounded shaky.

Elvis released me and walked in the door. I followed him because I was intrigued about what was making Jerry so agitated. Elvis sat on the couch while Jerry cranked up the volume on the television. The news was on, and Cronkite, the news anchor, had a somber expression. “Officers also reportedly chased and fired on a radio-equipped car containing two white men,” he said over the speakers, “Dr. King was standing on the balcony of his second-floor hotel room tonight when, according to a companion, a shot was fired from across the street.”

I sat down gently next to Elvis, speechless. Many people found Dr. King to be an inspiration. A motivating factor in the civil rights movement. I'd seen him on television giving a speech in Washington, D.C. To have him gunned down like a dog? I couldn't even articulate how disgusted I was.

Elvis' eyes were getting red and filled with tears as he stared at the television. “Dr. King. He always spoke the truth.” I grasped Elvis' hand in mine. He grasped it hard before bringing me down and placing my head on his shoulder. I only allowed myself to be stunned for a few second before calming down and realized he needed the comfort and closeness. As we continued to watch the news, he ran his palm up and down my arm.

“They rushed the 39-year-old Negro leader to a hospital,” Cronkite continued, “where he died to a bullet wound to the neck.”

Jerry made a shaky motion with his head. “Unbelievable. To shoot someone just because you don’t like what they say.”

“People have been shot for less,” I commented.

Elvis sniffled, and his grasp on me tightened. He remained looking at the TV, his eyes gleaming and unblinking. “When I was young and still lived in a negro neighborhood, I used to hear the most wonderful music comin’ from the church tent. The soul and heart of a community flowed out through gospel music that could be heard for blocks. Dr. King fought for that heart and soul, for a world he could see that was better than the one we have.”

I raised my head. “What are you thinkin’, Elvis?” As silent as they were, I could hear the wheels in his skull spinning. Elvis' rebellious spirit had evidently not been dampened by age or a Hollywood career.

“We need to do somethin’,” Elvis said as he met my eyes. “Say somethin’.” He returned his gaze to the television. “What happened to Dr. King, what’s happenin’ in the world…it ain’t nothin’ to stay quiet about.”

Stay tuned for part 4!! Click HERE to view!

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[toomuchracket]

reader marching george to one of the teachers when she feels like he’s received a much lower grade than he deserves because

1. some teachers are vindictive (seriously why go into teaching if you can’t be patient with kids)

2. she tutored him for this specific subject and he did really well with her so it’s impossible for him to do that shit on the actual test

3. he insists he does not care about the grades (he’s “too cool to care about that shit”) but lowkey he’s bricking it and she can tell

4. this is severe injustice and she will not stand for it (and the fact that it’s her crush on the receiving end makes it even worse)

george comes into the class you guys sit together in one day (a different subject) and he's really deflated like "only just scraped a pass on that chemistry test i had the other day" and you're like "genuinely how the fuck is your grade so low i literally helped you study for that for weeks and you were doing great???? and you texted me to say you thought it went well???? this isn't right" and george tries to shrug it off and be like "doesn't matter, a pass is a pass" and you're like "fuck that! we are going to talk to someone". george is like "really it's alright!!", but you're getting properly riled up because he worked so hard and it's genuinely impossible for him to have done so poorly - like, the boy was correcting YOU on facts about hydrocarbons the day of the assessment - and yeah ok fine you also hate seeing his pretty face all sad. and you know the teacher george has for chemistry is a vindictive little bastard (a.n. i am in fact basing him on my own chem teacher), so you figure that he's not even bothered to mark the test properly because he likes to see people suffer, which is ridiculously unfair. but because you're a literal genius (and you know that teacher is a misogynistic self-serving cunt who won't listen to you), you drag george to someone higher up: the head of the department, who YOU have as a teacher this year and therefore they know you pretty well and trust that you're sensible and wouldn't do something for the sake of it. and you question if the tests for george's class have been cross-marked by another teacher, because you've been tutoring him and he's been doing really well but the test results were a lot lower than expected - thinking you give a really impassioned speech about how he's been taking his studying so seriously, you guys have been doing quizzes and past papers and making flashcards (you make george show the teacher these as proof), and you're actually really proud of him for all the effort he's put in, only for it to likely not have been recognised. george gets all glowy and blushy when he hears it all and sees how much you genuinely care about him, and the teacher is like "oh this doesn't sound good, i'll look into it" and properly apologises to him. the next week, the actual cross-examined marks are released, and you were right - the first teacher hadn't bothered to mark them right at all, so lots of people in the class had received grades they shouldn't have. anyway, george actually does end up getting an A; he comes into your shared class actually glowing about it, sits down and literally puts his arm around you to pull you closer to him and kisses your head like "thank you, you absolute angel, couldn't have done any of this without you". and you're freaking the fuck out because oh my god??? a pet name??? a cuddle??? a little affectionate head kiss??? dead. but you just ruffle his hair and say "you worked hard, you deserve it. i'm proud of you. now, keep up the effort for THIS class, yeah?" kinda laughing, and george is like "i'll literally do whatever you say honestly". and then class starts so you can't respond but you're internally like oh god oh fuck i have such a crush on him lol. and george is literally thinking the same thing about you (and is also literally planning your first date in his head at that moment) <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #george asks #fluff asks #sweetheart!george

[vwritesawholelothm]

As per your request, Dangerverse ship prompts for Goomer and Captain Man;

1.) Frankini has taken Goomer back! Yay! ...in secret. Less yay. But he explains that it's all for the sake of the plan. See, Goomer will pretend that, scorned by the abandonment he decided to turn over a new leaf with the one person that Frankini would hate seeing him with the most - Captain Man. He wants to join the good guys now that he realizes Frankini doesn't appreciate him enough. Unfortunately, the plan starts working a little too well, as the more time Goomer spends with the Captain and the Danger Force, he begins feeling more appreciated than he ever recalls being. And what's worse is that the plan Frankini set in motion to learn Captain Man's true identity may still come to pass, because Ray is slowly falling for the angelic voiced, kind hearted, soft eyes big goon.

2.) One of Schwoz's machines malfunctions during a fight between Frankini and Captain Man. Jumping in to save his boss from the blast, Goomer gets hit by it along with Captain Man, and they find they're now both teenagers again, about the age they were when they audioned for the musical about cats (which may or may not have been Cats but that still doesn't matter). While Schwoz tries to fix the machine, they both take a break because at this age neither of them were fit for gooning or heroing, and so instead they spend time together, getting to know each other in a way they never had the chance to the first time around when they were this young.

3.) Captain Man and Goomer have been doing this song and dance for so long, ever since the musical curse they've had a sort of rapport and so, whenever Frankini would decide he was tired of Goomer, the big goon would come to the man cave to weep on his shoulder, listen to his words of affirmation and promise to consider his offer to join him and be a good guy, but they Frankini would take him back and Goomer would swear its different this time, this time he's not gonna kick him out again. And then he does. Over and over. It hurts Ray every time but he can't force Goomer to give up. One day, he's so frustrated that he scolds him for not choosing good, and goomer flips the script on him with a surprisingly good point. "With Frankini at least I know what I'm getting. With you, how do I know you won't treat me the same, or worst? Good doesn't offer as many second chances does it? Why do I have to be the one that chooses you? Why can't you choose me? Frankini chooses me every time, over and over again, and you just ask me to leave him for a promise that I don't even know if you'll keep." And Ray. Agrees. He needs to prove to Goomer that he's not just making empty promises. So, with a version of his bubblegum he secretly learned to adjust himself so that no one would know he owned it, he pops a black bubble and transforms into a villainous alter ego. Swellview, get ready to meet Captain Mayhem.

Hope you like these and feel inspired! I'm super fucking excited for this AAAAAAAAAHHHH let's go!

Went with #2!

Fandom: Sam & Cat (TV), Henry Danger (TV), Danger Force (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Goomer/Ray Manchester Characters: Goomer (Sam & Cat), Ray Manchester, Henry Hart (Henry Danger), Frankini (Henry Danger) Additional Tags: Age Regression/De-Aging, sort of??????????????, it'll make sense when you read the prompt i promise, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Bonding, Song: Froyo Yolo (Dove Cameron), Inspired by a Dove Cameron Song, i'm so sorry for tagging that, Crack Treated Seriously, Mentioned Frankini/Goomer (Henry Danger), Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Nickelodian Sitcom Universe Summary: After both being hit by a ray that physically de-ages them into their teenage bodies, Ray and Goomer are forced to bond as Henry figures out how to change them back.

#if you still want the other two then please resend them! I can only answer an ask once yk </3

[griefabyss69]

WIP - teach me how 2 kill a bad guy

Hey! This is my most recent WIP, I thought I'd share a piece of what I have so far : ) I plan on completing it and posting it to my ao3 when it's done.

I've tried a different kind of narration where it's more of an Eddie stream of consciousness than a third person telling a story, but I also haven't edited any of this yet so I'm not sure how much that comes through.

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Stranger Things - Steddie - Rated: E (for sexual content, though this post actually doesn't have any in it)

Themes: D&D, roleplaying, LARPing, getting together

Summary: Steve gets Eddie to show him how to play D&D and takes Eddie's introductory campaign in a direction he's never gone before.

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He goes and wrings his hands where he stands at the kitchen table, a big one now that they live somewhere with more space, his big D&D Manual and a few other books and a lot of paper neatly aligned across it in a way he never does.

He hates the waiting. Steve's not even late yet, he's just unable to go and do something else and focus on it while he knows he'll be showing up soon. So all he has is his mind, the one that's dutifully catching him up on all of the crazy shit his life has done lately, giving him the worst time to start actually freaking out that Steve's coming over and Eddie's sharing one of the biggest loves of his life with him.

If Steve's a dick about anything he knows he can just make him leave, but he knows it'd still hurt a lot. He can take the rejections he creates himself, the logical conclusion to acting and dressing in certain ways, but this is something Steve asked him to offer up on a platter, like offering up his neck to a vampire, and he said yes to Steve's vampire bit- he said yes to uh, Steve and D&D, not any sexy neck stuff-

Reign in your fucking metaphors, Christ.

This is more like a cat rolling over to show it's belly to someone it trusts, hoping that they don't get attacked for it, anyway. It suits better because Eddie knows exactly what it's like to have his guts gnawed on, but the bats never really seduced him into being a human juice box. Go figure.

And in the back of his mind, he knows he'd like it if Steve bit his ne-

The doorbell rings and he jumps, feeling more like a Halloween cat now, fur all pulled up and ready to hiss in his surprise. Maybe if he keeps the cat metaphors coming he can get through today without thinking about Steve's nice hair or whatever his greatest feature is supposed to be.

He tries to do that breathing thing Robin taught him that apparently works for her, but he just wheezes every time. It's probably not for smokers, or he's doing it wrong or something.

Get the fucking door, Eddie. You can do it.

So he practically rips the door off of it's hinges, except he's still got weirdness in his body from beating death and months of big injuries, so it bumps against the wall pathetically. He shakes out his hands and opens the screen door carefully, forcing a smile onto his face so he can greet the guy making his stomach regret it's existence.

"Welcome, welcome," he says, stepping out of the way and gesturing for Steve to come in. "Shoes off at the door, otherwise make yourself at home."

Steve shoots him an amused look and kicks his shoes off, using a foot to knock them together neatly.

Eddie closes the doors in a really normal way, which is a fucking relief.

"Hey," he says, always sounding so cool despite the fact that he stopped being cool like at least two years ago.

Eddie nods back at him, counting two seconds to take in how he looks before he forces himself to head back into the kitchen.

"I figured it'd be easier to set up at the table, even if the chairs were made by Satan himself," he says, looking up once he's standing by the seat he already chose.

Steve's fucking backlit by a window again, the sunset shining in on him beautifully like a blessing from an angel of hairspray or something. Bastard.

He laughs, another beautiful thing that beams out and washes over Eddie. He doesn't even need to roll over, he's already done for.

Ever since the anniversary party, it had been too hard to keep placing denial up around himself like a brick cabin, especially when Steve came around and turned it all into wet cardboard anyway, and so he's really just taking him in unfiltered, a horrible decision he didn't really get to make.

"It's not Satan's fault he only knows how to make chairs that torture people," Steve says, choosing to sit right next to Eddie. It's fine. Now he won't have to try to gaze into his beautiful eyes a totally normal amount. "I think it was nice of him to give you a housewarming gift."

Eddie chokes on a hysterical giggle, super happy to sit down and cough instead of let that come out of his mouth, shifting around to try to get comfortable on the hard wooden chair.

"You're right," he says, distributing some paper and a pencil and some dice to Steve. "I'm being ungrateful."

Steve's smile is even gorgeous when he's got his mouth closed, nice lips curving up in a complement to the rest of his nice face.

Eddie's like two seconds away from taking the largest book on this table and trying to knock himself out with it. Fucking focus!

"So, I'm sure you've picked up on some of this stuff by now," he says, pulling the manual closer and flipping it open to the first useful page. "But we're going to pretend you've only just heard of the game a minute ago and begged me to teach you. That way it'll all be linear and understandable, instead of whatever convoluted super-genuis way of describing it you've heard from the gremlins."

Steve looks at the book warily, panic briefly flashing over his face before he seems to collect himself. He's about to say something friendly and reassuring when he opens his outrageous mouth again and shoots Eddie in the dick.

"I don't remember having to beg for it," he says, smirking.

Horrible.

Maybe Steve's getting cold feet and now wants to distract him with one of the only things that possibly could draw his attention away. But Steve's not supposed to know that, so he drums his fingers on the book and desperately ignores the heat in his face.

"What can I say? I'm a generous guy," he replies, watching the edge of Steve's mouth twitch before he forces his eyes back down to the manual.

"So for learning purposes we're going to use characters I've already got, but if you like this then I'll teach you how to make one yourself. It's one of the best parts of the game, I think."

Eddie feels it when Steve stops looking at him, making him relax a little bit in relief. His stare isn't a burden but it's heavy, and makes him feel like Steve's reading his mind. Before, he would've thought that's impossible and it would've been reassuring even if the weighty stare of a hot guy was still enough to get him flustered, and Now, he knows that anything is possible if the government tortures enough people about it.

He hands Steve a character sheet and doesn't think about the ones in his room, hidden away from him because they're all a bit incriminating, both about gay shit and about Steve in particular.

"So you've played this one before?" Steve asks, looking down at it.

"Hmm?" Eddie looks up from where he was looking over the character he'd be playing, shaking his head. "No, I made that for today, just as an example."

Steve nods slowly, eyebrows furrowing as he looks over the numbers. Eddie has a bunch of photocopies of a template for this, but he's written all of the names for the abbreviated stats underneath them. Normally he wouldn't, and normally he certainly wouldn't have written other little notes on the page to give more context for what everything is for, but…

He really wants Steve to get it, and for him to like it, and maybe like Eddie. Sue him.

"Thanks for doing all of this," Steve says, putting the sheet down so he can do something cruel, like give Eddie his full attention again. "I do really appreciate it, and I know I'm going to probably be the worst you've ever seen at it."

"Nah, that's a high bar, honestly," Eddie lies, winking at him. "As long as you're patient, I'll be patient."

He's not about to fucking discourage him from this.

Steve's smile is like the sunbeams all over again, and in an act of self preservation, he gets to work, starting to explain things for real.

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Let me know if you enjoyed it!

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fanfic #the WIP abyss

[aliceindaisychains999]

✍️, ❤️, 🛌, 💌 for postal

FINALLY A BLOOMING BULLETS MOMENT!!

✍️: Overall, how does the fandom trait you? Are you a beloved character, or hated? Are you popular, or a minor side character? Anything in between?

Hopefully I am well loved. I’d like to think I’m balancing everyone out as the most mellow Postal character. I have no other way to say this but my more sweet, lighthearted nature is a huge contrast from the usual game. I am later revealed as a reincarnated angel during a fight against Mad Cow Mike J, which will definitely get me slandered as a mary sue. But nevertheless, I still am capable of having witty humor and a dark streak that’ll keep me comfortably fitting into the universe. And I hope fans will welcome me

❤️: How popular is you x your f/o? Are you a rarepair?

I’m honestly not sure! I exist only in Postal 2 and Brain Damaged and nothing should stop the fans from making their own fun ships with other Postal Dudes or maybe their own OCs. But we’d be the only canon (and hopefully healthiest) couple in the game. Postal 4 is very cool but with me in the picture, the story’s change is completely different from the Edensin storyline.

Most fan tributes of us is from Postal 2. Especially the ending scene from the Mad Mike J fight where I help Dude and Champ escape

🛌: What kind of tropes exist within your ship dynamic?

Some include but are not limited to:

Star-Crossed Lovers

Shy Girl x Protective Guy

Feral Idiot x Tired Idiot in Progress

Chaotic with soft spot x Softie chaos enabler

Sweetheart x Hotheaded

HEAVY BANTER OMG

Angel x Demon (this has more depth than you think)

💌: How do people perceive your dynamic? What might people focus on most? Any misconceptions?

Well, the Dude and long story short go like this: Frenemies -> Best Friends -> Power Couple

We are polar opposites but there’s still some aligned morals that keep us working together. I think it’d finally give him the much needed softness he was secretly looking for his whole life. If it isn’t sweet shipping stuff, it’s probably really batshit comedic art because this is Postal after all. Somewhere out in the multiverse is art of me chasing down the Postal Dude to stop him from killing civilians streaking the town naked.

However, I would not be surprised if fans dare uwu-fied me. I don’t mind being cutesy, but to be uwu-fied is a whole ‘nother kind of cursed. I can be pretty nutty myself, even if it’s only one heavy streak in my personality.

Oh, and did I mention I’m usually the one cleaning up after his messes (both literal and figuratively)? I feel like a lot of fan works will portray me to be the one who has to deal with a gremlin of a man

#blooming bullets #ask #thank you so much anon! #i had so much fun playing this game #and finally becoming less shy in the postal fandom

[shpadoinkle-day]

from Salon.com 

24/02/00

Pick me! I'm a real multimillionaire!

A "shocked and outraged" Trey Parker speaks out on Fox's fumble.

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By Carina Chocano

Feb. 24, 2000 | Oh sure, he meets lots of girls. They follow him around even.

But "South Park's" Trey Parker is still reeling from news of the cancellation

of Fox's "Who Wants to Marry a Multi-Millionaire?" I caught up with Parker at

home in Hawaii, where he is attempting to recover from the loss.

"I am shocked and outraged," says Parker. "I had finally figured out how I'd

find my wife-to-be. I can't believe they cancelled the show because of one

asshole."

You think he's kidding? You try being famous and looking for love in Los

Angeles. "It makes perfect sense. You get 300 people together and have your mom

narrow it down for you."

How did Fox manage to mess up the solution to what Parker calls "my problem"?

("What problem?" "The problem of not being able to find anyone to marry." "Oh

... Really?" "Yeah! We work all the time and live in Los Angeles." "Oh.")

"The producers messed up," he says. "They had plenty of time to really check

these people out."

When he first heard about the show, he says, he wondered, "What makes a

millionaire? I mean, how much was this guy worth? I don't remember who said

that 'Nowadays, any asshole with a million dollars thinks he's rich.' It's

totally true. To be a millionaire now you need at least $4 million, after taxes

and other stuff. I wouldn't wipe my ass with $750,000. [Laughs] I'm a

millionaire! I'm the guy they should have brought on the show!"

Then there was the problem of the questions. If they really wanted to rip off

"Who Wants to Be a Millionaire," they should have asked questions that that

required, say, "a minimal understanding of history. So you could have an

intelligent conversation."

So here's what Parker proposes. Fox does another special, he'll be the

bachelor. But the rules have to change.

First, no secret bachelors. "There isn't any reason to have the guy concealed."

I suggest that, in this particular case, there was.

"Well, see, that's the problem. They shouldn't be talking to 40-year-old guys

worth $2 million. They should be talking to 30-year-old guys worth $15 million.

That's the shit."

Second, "and this makes it more fair to the women, once [the producers] pick

the guy, then they should send out that guy's picture and bio, and women can

decide, based on that, whether they want to go on the show. Then both are

making the choice. It's not just, because you're a woman, all you get to know

about is the money. So they would say, at the end of a show: 'Here's who's

going to be on next time, call if you want to be on.'"

Third, "You ask mentally challenging questions, and if they don't get them,

they're out. I would ask questions that would at least show that they knew

something. Like, 'What's the difference between astronomy and astrology?"

"I have the two most important questions to ask a woman," Parker says. "The

first one is, 'How's your relationship with your father?' Because nine times

out of 10, if the answer is 'I hate my father,' or 'I haven't seen my father in

10 years,' or 'My father is dead,' then they have issues. It doesn't

necessarily mean no way, but it's a big warning.

"The second question is, 'Who won the Civil War?'"

Parker's roommate later asks, "Did he tell you the story? He asked one girl,

just as a joke, who won the Civil War, and she had no idea. Then he asked

another one, and she said, 'The North,' but had never heard of the Union or the

Confederacy. Then it just became a running thing."

And finally, to keep the stakes really high, you'd be bound by the rules of the

game. "It could even be funny," he says. "Say there's this woman you're totally

attracted to, she's totally beautiful and she's gotten a lot of questions

right. You're totally stoked on her. And then they ask her, say, the Civil War

question and she gets it wrong? She's out, whether you want her to be or not.

That would be sweet! 'Cause then you'd be like, 'Nooo!' Meanwhile everyone was

rooting for her and you were too!"

Also, he says, that would have taken the sting out of making it as sexist as it

was. "It would then be equally fucked-up for everybody."

(We are briefly interrupted by a woman asking Parker a question. "That was my

cleaning woman. For my house in Hawaii. I'm a millionaire! I'm not fuckin'

around!")

Then the conversation takes a tender turn.

"I'm actually in a smaller but similar situation. I got nominated for an

Academy Award [for his song "Blame Canada," co-written with Marc Shaiman for

the "South Park: Bigger, Longer, Uncut" soundtrack] and I'm trying to get a

date for the show. 'Cause that's a sweet date! I should be able to get an

awesome date for that! But, again, everyone that I know, I already know. And

everyone in L.A. that I know ... I don't really like that much. And I'd rather

take someone who has nothing to do with that scene.

"My dream would be either someone who is a marine biologist or a forensic

scientist."

I am momentarily confused. "Like Quincy?"

"Not an autopsy person necessarily," he says. "Someone who takes the bullet and

says, 'It came from this direction, he died then because of this.' Or a marine

biologist. One of those chicks that does stuff with Shamu. I would be so stoked

on that! Those two things I totally get into, but I don't have time for them.

So if I had a partner that was, it would be awesome. Crime-story stuff? I love

that stuff.

"And the problem is, my choices are all the people I know in L.A. And we'd just

talk about Hollywood. And I hate talking about Hollywood because I live

Hollywood. It's pretty hard to find a marine biologist or a forensic scientist

here."

"Someone from where I'm from, like Colorado or Arizona, someone who's getting

their masters in one of those two things ... well, I guess you wouldn't be

getting your master's in marine biology in Colorado, but you know what I mean

... that would be great. But, obviously, I have no bones about saying that she

should be a knockout ... 'cause I deserve it! 'Cause I'm not big, fat and gross

or anything."

"Yeah, but last time I saw you," I say, "you didn't have any hair."

"I'd shaved it off. But it's all grown back now."

Then I think. Then I say, "You're not serious about any of this, are you?"

"Oh, yeah!" he says, "Totally!"

#trey parker #interview #alt tv southpark