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kiwibirdlafayette · 8 months

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chaos and balance- the capsize

"i don't think you understand what's actually happening here. If you'd just open your bloody fucking eyes, it's pretty obvious."

Chaos and Balance is a narrative playlist that basically comprises, in a chronological order, my headcanon for the progression of cTom Syndicate and cJordan's relationship through the course of S1, S2, the divorce arc (post-canon part 1), Mianitian Isles and the Aftermath (post-canon part 2, aka Gays on A Boat, Aitheaca, etc.) It started mainly because I really love the potential of using music to tell stories, and how lyrics can be representative of feelings seldom expressed any other way- based on both canon moments, moments I've interpreted as significant to their relationship/overall arcs, and little interludes I've written that take place in between episodes/"off camera" that connect things together in my head. All this being said, it is primarily headcanons, and is purely for fun. dont like dont read lmao

This specific being how keeping in the canon nonsense of capsize x jordan plays a role in cSyndisparklez from my pov :] enjoy!

(Red lyrics are representative of Jordan’s voice, green is Tom! Bolded black is both of them)

The shenanigans of Capsize happen just after falling for the villain,

in which Jordan is forced internally for the first time to come to terms with the fact that yes, he is in love with his friend/enemy/however you wanna put it. Despite how much he annoys him, despite all of his questionable behavior, despite it all, he has fallen head over heels for this absolute bastard of a man, and hates to admit it, but deep down has longed for a kind of affection that he could have.

I'll take my timeI'm not the forward thinker; you read my mind-

But a part of him still remains hesitant, and for one reason or another, refuses to give in, to openly admit it to not just others but himself. It’s at this point (I’ve written in) that Tom’s kissed him twice. The first, just a little peck on the lips he was able to brush off as a joke, just a hahaa ok cool bro that's funny. But the second time, as a cheap play by the zombie to get a purge kill having already caught the Ianitee off guard. It's irritating for sure, to have him weasel his way into free points by taking advantage of a distraction that worked a little too well, but why could he not get it out of his head? It hadn’t felt so wrong, actually, and… he had almost hoped it had been genuine. If it had been genuine, maybe he would have returned the gesture.

Better to leave it unsaidWhy can't I leave it unsaid

Instead they dance around it in banter, blathering on and on to one another in often complete nonsense, refusing to address what’s really on his mind. (You know I talk too much) He could confess, sure. But what happens then? All the meanwhile, Tom is scared he’s losing him. (As I hold your face, I can't find the words I need, and soon the opportunity is drowning)

Never someone all that good with words, he kind of hopes that Jordan will catch on. He has to catch on, sooner or later.. Right?Z

And then Capsize and the Ianitee pirates show up. To Jordan, it seems like she’s interested in him beyond him just being another follower of Ianite, and there’s his escape. Play along, play the part and maybe- maybe he’ll get over this.

You know my type, tightrope across the table I can't keep holding my breath

She seems to be into it. She’s responding to his flirting at least. See. He doesn’t need Tom. An Ianitee and another Ianitee seems more acceptable to him in his head, and maybe would be easier. That about, he’s not really sure.

New wave, no time Red velvet under pressure

But what Jordan does know is that he’s drawn to her. To him, it could be a way to forget about Tom. To the varied onlooker, it could just be that he’s happy to have another Ianitee around. Someone who can relate to his experience, someone who’s out to find their goddess just as much as he wants to. But he continues to conflate the two and pursue her in a way that he won’t realize for years is less than ideal.

It sparks my memory when we parked aside the shore, I kissed you there, the ocean air enchanting It escapes me quickly

Tom on the other hand, is for lack of a better word furious. Not in like a “I’m gonna murder this pirate captain for stealing my man” (because if he’s honest she’s one of the coolest people he’s met and he’s gonna befriend her whether Jordan likes it or not, with him claiming it to be ‘Mr. steal your gal’ which is??? Because does it really seem like he wants Capsize, if not as a spiteful thing)

When Jordan’s not around, Tom and Capsize hit it off, as she finds this zombie who doesn’t want to flirt with her at any given moment a lot more of an interesting person. As a Dianitee, he’s supposed to be their enemy, but for someone so supposedly dedicated to his god, he knows how to carve his own path away from being more than his god’s messenger- something she’s always admired in champions.

You call me poison, but you won't stop coming around- No, you won't stop coming around

For the purpose of perhaps getting Jordan to get the hint, Tom plays into their supposed love triangle, pretending to do things to ‘steal away Capsize’, only feeding into Jordan’s confusion. *Now Tom’s interested in her too? Is he trying to move on from me too? *- clearly to dense to realize Tom’s trying to get his attention back. She even admits to Tom that it's amusing that men seem to keep coming after her, when she’s very much more into women (abridged, but direct quote)

All I want is you- Your violet disposition, My unsound intuition

It all sort of culminates in that moment on Jordan’s ship where Tom, annoyed from his perch, watches his friend make an absolute fool of himself over Capsize, and decides to intervene, taking on the role of “fighting” Jordan over her. Capsize in a way is having a good laugh watching them roll around on the deck of the ship (I’ve drawn this, this is where it all started), starting to see it all sort of come together as to where Jordan could be coming from. At some point, Tom’s got Jordan pinned to the deck, and as one last desperate attempt at trying to communicate what he’s been trying to all along, he kisses Jordan, and much to his surprise, he kisses him back. They pull away, to Capsize’s approving nods, and it's all over.

(Jordan’s attempts at saving this are my interpretation of this conversation, aka one of my favorite chat threads of S1)

In the aftermath of all of that (If I had any semblance of a memory I’d pinpoint when exactly this interlude takes place, but im just ballparking it somewhere after Jordan dies in Tom’s vault bc Capsize doesn’t save him); in which he’s still thinking about what happened that day. Jordan reluctantly confronts Tom who spills it all. He tells him how much and how long he’s been in love with him, and how frustrated it made him that every time he kissed Jordan, Jordan never seemed to reciprocate no matter how obvious his feelings were. He’s tried so hard to make it clear that all he wants is Jordan, he wants to be loved back, he wants to be able to call him his lover. He did what he did in front of Capsize cause the fake ass courting set him over the edge because it pissed him off that Jordan would so quickly go after someone he just met just because she was an Ianitee or whatever to get away from him, because was he really that bad that Jordan had to try to hard to stay away from him? Tom knows he had himself to blame as well, but it felt like a step too far.

Always been looking for something to lose, when I needed something to hold onto.

(This sequence is followed by Pull Me Up, which. If you haven’t seen my CMV that’s the one xD)

Note. For my sanity I choose to perceive that any capsize x jordan moments following are more related to Jordan’s ‘holiest of all Ianitees’ attitude and feeling like he has to be her savior (which is a different aspect of his character arc from the romantic side, which is what I mostly wanted to focus on with this ramble, but i do touch on it a little. It's not as ever present as it could be because I haven’t found the right song to incorporate it into outside of Violet and Talk Too Much) But there is definitely more. This is from what i have notated in my stuff for these two sequences :] enjoy!

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horrorisunknowntoyou · 1 year

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Watching From The Sidelines P.3

[SAGAU X SHAPESHIFTER READER]

Synopsis: The game begins! You travel all over Teyvat, as your followers try so hard to follow your tracks. But your having too much fun talking to the locals, helping those in need and drinking!

If they can catch you, you will become their God, if not well, then they'll have to continue playing the game!

A/n: mentioned of flirting with women and men. And slight y/n x zhongli.

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All the maids and house keepers were let go, but were given a large bag of mora in compensation. They were allowed to take anything they want from the manor, you were going to sell it as you had no need of it.

which all is left is you and this empty house.

Tick...Tick....Tick.....

You tapped your foot against the floor, your legs crossed sitting on an loafy chair besides a window. You had a golden pocket watch in your hand checking every minute.

"They should be here in one...two... three..."

Bang

You closed the pocket watch swiftly, placing it inside your coat pocket. Patting your chest as you hold your hands together listening the door be swinged open.

It was obvious at this open your the creator, your golden eyes hidden behind your sunglasses. Monsters and enemies not bothered by your presence. It's clear what your identity is. Especially the death of the imposter. The golden eyes they had, have transferred to you much to your displeasure.

You took a sip from a glass of champagne you poured for yourself.

Your "entourage" soon appeared Infront of you, clearly disheveled and worried. They were on their knees grasping at straws, panting like the dogs they are.

Before they could even speak you rose your hand to silence them.

"How about we play a little game...you want me to be your God. Correct? So..." You stood up watching their eyes follow you, as you make way to window hitting the notch open. " If you win this game, I'll be your God. "

They looked at each other confused.

"My Grace, our creator what game are you suggesting?" Zhongli asked.

You hummed, " A game of cat and mouse. To play a game, there must be rules. Here are mine."

* 1. No unlawful killing of innocents, even if they help me don't hurt them. That includes yourselves as well

* 2. The form I am in now will be my main one, only to make it fair for you all. However I'll still use my abilities to my advantage. Including tools.

* 3. All of you are against me and me alone. However to make it fun I'll have sometimes a "spy" on your side. A random chosen person who will give me info.

"As I stated earlier if you catch me, I'll be your God and do whatever you want me to do."

The entourage looked at each other and nod in approval.

Venti looked at you in admiration, " We agree to our Creator's rules! It's obvious this is a test for us."

Zhongli agrees with it, "Our Creator is testing our faith after our failure to noticed the imposter. We don't deserve such mercy."

You kinda stood their like "huh?" As Ei nod to the other two. " We will play our Creator's game and prove our devote loyalties."

You smiled at them, " recruit whoever you wish, there no time limit. " You walked over to the mirror.

"THE GAME STARTS IN 1...2...3! GO!" You immediately jumped out of the window, throwing a confetti bomb at them to disorient them. Gold confetti flying everywhere with dust of glitter and smoke.

The acolytes cover their mouth, shielding their eyes as Venti clear the air.

" CAPTURE THE CREATOR NO MATTER WHAT!" zhongli yells out , pointing towards the window.

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You were running, you didn't know where but you just ran. You can practically feel your heart hitting against your chest, the adrenaline pumping through your veins.

God, you never felt more alive then now, this doesn't compare to stressing over exams or phone calls to doctors or setting up your college funds. Hell, not even when you transported to this world as their God.

It was euphoric.

You were practically leaping around in joy.

How can those y/n's in those SAGAU fics be so foolish. You came from the same background as those fics, but why was the world wrapped around your finger?

The strongest people in all of genshin are chasing you! But not to mercilessly kill you, but instead a game you instigated.

A game...how funny is that?

No longer am binded to an execution but game.

How silly.

You smirked at the thought of it, you took off your sun glasses placing it away as you hear the acolytes near by. You hid behind a tree shape shifting into a bird on a branch. Watching them pass by you with determination In their eyes.

Expect one.

Aether.

He spotted you, but he didn't mention it to the others. As they ran into different directions all around Teryet he stayed behind.

You shape shifted back to m/n, "Hello Aether."

He blushed looking at you in shock, " you know my name?" You simply nodded.

"Your the traveller how could I not? So Aether do you wish to be my first spy? "

He nodded almost immediately, " please! I would be honored. "

You hummed, "good, remember not the tell the others. But I have heard alot from you, so you'll be of great use to me." You pull something from your pocket placing it on his hand.

" a gift. " You mumbles as you look at him who's completely awe struck.

" your so much kinder then the imposter! They never did anything like this to me!" He says as you raised an eyebrow in intrigued.

"Is that so?... Tell me more. "

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Aether set a blanket down for you to sit on as he explained about the imposter. Mostly just venting out his frustrations as you listen in intrigued.

Saying that, they were so cruel and give no rewards always complaining for things to be done. Always in humane and never helped. They were greedy and power hungry. He just kept going and going.

Honestly, thank the gods the imposter was dead because how Aether explains it, you would have killed them yourself.

How dare they use your face to be cruel to the undeserving, how dare they make the weak and poor feel vulnerable.

How dare they disgrace YOUR name.

It disgusted you.

You thank him for the info but he shook his head, " I don't deserve such words I just did as you told. " You just sighed..

" of course, of course. You must return to the others or they might get suspicious of your absence. I'll call you when needed. Also tell your sister and Paimon I said hello. "

He nodded excitedly.

You stood up and nodded at him in approval as disappeared in a dust of gold confetti.

Aether sat there blushing, holding the gift dearly to him , so excited to be the Creator's first spy and vessel.

He couldn't be any more happier.

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Days past

Your acolytes were taking this game very seriously.

But you? Oh you were relaxing in a random tavern, drinking a glass. Flirting with some of the women and men in the bar.

If they saw you, they would definitely be jealous.

You laughed at their jokes, as they melt under the touch of your gloved hands.

Of course just when you had the person wrapped around your finger you Venti immediately showed up. You kissed on top of the strangers hand, " sorry to cut it short but I most go. " You immediately dodged his attack, sliding under him and bolted out the door.

" Your Grace come back!" You hear faintly behind you.

Venti was still on you before Xiao came out of nowhere with his weapon.

"your getting faster!" You said as you grabbed onto a railing above you. With your agility, you swing up onto the roof and leaped onto the other building roof.

You stick your tongue out at them teasing them as you fled away.

Xiao sighs, shaking his head as Venti whines , stomping his foot.

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You were helping a child down a tree, smiling at them happily playing with them. Gently setting them down, giving them a lollipop.

"Thank you mister!/miss!" The child's says smiling running off to their mother.

You waved bye, before being jumped by lumine and Paimon, immediately dropping to the floor dodging their attack. You immediately kick yourself up , brushing dirt off your coat.

Paimon flying towards you like a missile, but you immediately distracted her with candy.

She immediately took the bait and you shape shifted as a bird and flew away all giddy as lumine and Paimon argued over her taking the candy.

"How can I decline!" Paimon pouted

Lumine groans in defeat, " we were so close! "

It was cute to watch.

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You chugged down another glass, laughing loudly in a party your invited to. It was dark and everyone was dancing. Attention on you as you smiled hiding behind a fan, after all you were a rich business man.

After all what's the harm I'm having fun?

You talked to other business partners and people you knew. Hell, you even met up with your assistant and she told you how things are going along. You told her you were busy with external affairs and will make her in charge and raise her salary and holidays off.

She agreed to it, thankful with the benefits she was given. " Thank you sir/ma'am, I can't thank you enough for the generosity you given me. "

" of course, I wouldn't be as successful without your help."

" I'm honored you think so." She smiles.

"go have fun, I have things to do, go enjoy yourself." You said smiling, gesturing her to talk to others.

" of course, thank you sir. " She says leaving, as you leaned against a table.

You pulled out your pocket watch, looking at the time as you step outside. Climbing on top of the roof, starring onto the night sky, looking at the moon.

You heard light footsteps behind you.

You turn around and smile seeing zhongli standing there.

You chuckled, as zhongli has his weapon in hand, he swung it at you, but you catch it. Tossing it aside, wrapping your arm around his waist pulling him close, the other hand on his hand.

"Y-Your Grace?!" He fumbled.

You can tell he's overwhelmed by this, as you hum to the tune played below. Spinning him around in the moonlight, bowing him down. He practically melts to your touch, collapsing on to his knees. You smirked as you gently set him down.

"i-i...uh..."

You blew him a kiss before teleporting away.

He just sat there dumbfounded and flustered.

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Besides being chased by the most powerful people in genshin. You like wandering around, you didn't need to sleep or eat a lot so it wasn't much of a issue. You liked to explore the world, seeing the shops and stores. Talking with the locals and hanging out with them, everyday was something new. You weren't stuck in some temple being worshipped. Bored out of your mind.

No, you were experiencing Teyvat as a whole. You saw it yourself with your own eyes instead of those of an acolyte.

You are witnessing it first hand the issues and solving them on your own.

Because if you were called as their God , you wouldn't have a chance to do something like this.

It was nice to do everything independently.

You got to do small thoughtless things.

Like giving money to the poor.

Giving sweets and toys to children.

Helping the elderly and unfortunate.

Giving flowers to women and men.

Doing small errands

Going on adventures.

Hanging out with locals.

Getting invited to parties.

The list goes on, and of course with your money, you can spend it luxuriously if needed. As your still running your businesses and going to meetings and such. Just because your traveling doesn't mean you stopped working.

But you know, eventually the acolytes will turn it up a notch and add more people into this game. The question is when. Because so far you had an idea what they are doing due to Aether's spy work.

So they are definitely planning something, but it depends on what.

Time will only tell.

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Bonus!

WFTS y/n's Playlist (slightly fem leaning)

UPSAHL - People I Don't Like

Gwen Stefani - Rich Girl

Yung Gravy - Betty

Abba - Money, Money, Money

Destiny's Child - Bills, Bills, Bills

Lady Gaga - Fashion

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - Thrift Shop

Flo Rida - Right Round

Lady Gaga - Telephone

Bruno Mars - That's What I Like

WFTS y/n is such a chaotic person lmao.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin self aware au #genshin self aware #genshin sagau #genshin impact sagau x reader #sagau genshin #sagau cult au #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin imposter au #genshin impact self aware #genshin x you

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beepboopappreciation · 1 month

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Hello, welcome to my robot blog!!

I guess I should introduce myself, huh?

Clay (or Dalek!)

he/him/they/it

23 years old

I love fictional AI, robots, and computers a... completely normal amount!! (<- he's lying, officer! GET HIM!!11!)

My main blog is ClayDaDalek, which I use for random reblogs mostly.

This is a SFW blog, however I am an adult and might occasionally post or reblog suggestive content! Minors, beware and be aware.

Blinkies and additional information under the cut!

This blog is REBLOG HEAVY!!! You can expect to see reblogs of robots, computers, technology, etc, robot/ai character fanart, or just generally random robot related/adjacent content.

Expect a lot of Inscryption, Ultrakill, Transformers, Toontown, and Electric Dreams . . . or whatever the brainrot commands! I don't usually use a queue, we reblog on sight and flood the feed, we die like men!! /lh

I also post my own things occasionally, including art!! you can find these Clay Originals under #Clay Posts, and my drawings specifically under #Clay Art. I have my very own robotsona as well, which has his own special tag #CL8-0N. I use #Clay Answers for Askbox things!

Please feel free to send me asks! I love answering questions, and sometimes I'll even draw you a liddol doodle with my answer (no promises though)!! I love meeting new people, so please don't feel intimidated to send me a question or just say hello!

!!WARNING!!

This user is a certified Robot Enthusiast, Robot Kisser, and also Objectum for old computers! DNI if you're uncomfortable with that.

I AM GAY FOR ROBOTS AND COMPUTERS! BRING ME THE ROBOT YAOI!!! Fuck ai (affectionate)

Don't follow this blog if you're someone who uses or promotes using ""ai"" for images such as midjourney or are a fan of other forms of ""ai"" that have popped up over the past few years. Fuck ai (derogatory)

I'm also hella queer and trans and I don't want you here if you got issues with that. I will block racists and other -phobes on sight. Get out of here if you're a pedo/zoo. Begone transmeds. You Are Not Welcome Here!!

My policy is live and let live, so if your hobby is shitting on other people and their identities, stay away from this blog.

Let me be Crystal Clear: Neopronoun users I love you. Kinnies I love you. Objectum people I love you. People who mind their own business I LOVE YOU.

Anyway, blinkies!!! Yay!!! Thank you for reading, you made it to the end! here is your reward! :]

#this intro post has been sitting in my drafts for like 3 months oopsies #finally got it done yipee!!!#Clay Posts #intro post #blinkies #robots #robot blog #objectum #computer kisser #robot kisser

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skymaiden32 · 6 months

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Safety Measures

Read on AO3 here

Fandom: Thunderbirds

Tagging: @dragonoffantasyandreality @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @katblu42 @liseylou @amistrio @uniwolfcorn @idontknowreallywhy (Please ask if you would like to get alerts when I update or post new stories.)

Thundertober Day 18: Safety

Some rules are made to be broken.

Continuity: TAG

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“Are you joking?!” Gordon winced when he heard Virgil yell at the hologram in front of them, hovering above Thunderbird 2’s dashboard. “Please tell me you’re joking…” The man in the image tried his best to look apologetic, but after years of learning how to read others, the two Tracy’s could tell he wasn’t.

“This is no joke, Mr Tracy. It’s health and safety.” The idiot stated. “According to the official handbook, no non-staff members are allowed to access the master control panel. If we let just anyone use those controls, it could result in disaster.”

Virgil grumbled, uncharacteristically folding his arms in front of him and slumping back in his seat with a huff. This back and forth was eerily similar to the whole atmospheric cleaner debacle not too long ago. Honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised if the official he was currently speaking with was the same guy and had moved companies. But alas, that was not the case.

Gordon frowned at the man, standing up and making his way over so he was eye level with the hologram. It was lucky he was in front of them as a hologram; if he were truly face to face with them he probably would’ve had a black eye. “Well, can’t you make an exception just this once? There are people in that factory who could die if we can’t access those controls!” The idiot began to open his mouth, and Gordon quickly silenced him. “And before you ask if there’s another way, there isn’t.” He put it bluntly, hoping to get the situation into this guy's thick skull. “Our team has run through every possible solution we can think of in various simulators, and nothing works. They all result in the building collapsing. Or worse.”

Sensing his brother’s increasing frustration, Virgil took over the conversation again. “The master controls are the only way. Please, we don’t have much time left to save your workers.”

“As much as I’d like to help…” Liar. “I’m just doing my job. Which is to uphold our company's code of health and safety to the highest degree.”

“Well, so are we.” Gordon snapped. “Would you seriously risk your employees' lives just because a rescue team wants to access your system to save them?” He practically hissed. “A little hypocritical, don’t you think?” The officer rose an eyebrow, as if genuinely puzzled. Virgil looked at his brother in shock. Gordon ignored them both. “You preach about wanting to protect your team from danger, but you fail to realise that the most dangerous thing you can do is not let us help them. They’ll be waiting for us to come to their rescue, probably scared out of their wits, but help will never come for them. All because you have your head buried in the sand.” He shook his head, and laughed without humour. “Don’t you see? International Rescue is the only thing standing between those men and women down there, and an untimely death. If you don’t let us in, believe me, we’ll find our own way in. It’s your choice…”

An uneasy silence followed. Virgil and Gordon waited a few tense seconds before the official huffed. “...Fine.” He finally relented, seeing the point the aquanaut was making. “I’ll allow it. Just this once. Meet me down at the main control building. I’ll let you in and show you how to operate it.” That was all he said before the hologram winked off, leaving empty space where it once was.

Virgil looked at Gordon in awe, laughing at his success. “How’d you manage to do that?”

His brother just shrugged, still amazed that it had worked. “When you’re in a naval officers company to defend yourself enough times, you pick up a thing or two…” He explained slyly, examining his nails. “Guess I still got it!”

“You sure do little brother!” Virgil chuckled, flying towards the rendezvous point. “Down with overcomplicated safety measures, huh?” Gordon couldn’t help but agree.

#thunderfam #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #sky writes stuff #thundertober #thundertober 2023

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dollopheadedmerlin · 2 months

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Writing Patterns : Ask game

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I was tagged by @thefollow-spot

I don't usually do ask games but this one caught my eye!

"Glass shattered, frightening Merlin out of his skin." || I Won't Tell (BBC's Merlin)

"Merlin had only been missing for just under a fortnight when it arrived, which wasn't unusual for him, especially once he took his place at council." || Severed (BBC's Merlin)

"The final breaths of dying men echoed throughout the eerie halls of the fortress, the ring of Arthur's blade piercing through the hum as he dispatched the final guard." || The Manacles of Aídlian (BBC's Merlin)

"Merlin was a funny fellow." || The Quest to get Merlin a Good Night's Rest (BBC's Merlin)

"Arthur was distraught, to say the least." Vow (BBC's Merlin)

"It wasn't bad, really." Die Again (BBC's Merlin)

"Merlin was irritating at the best of times, always chiming in when he wasn't asked for, constantly slipping up or making messes when he should be cleaning them." Love is Blind (BBC's Merlin)

"The trail of bodies had finally meandered its way close to the city borders, drawing a crooked line down the map through the scattered villages and into the Darkling Woods." Silver Tongues (BBC's Merlin)

"It had been too long." Birth of a New Age (BBC's Merlin)

"Arthur was trying to be understanding." Poor Made Poultice (BBC's Merlin)

Seems like my main pattern is using cold opens? I like to really spread out my exposition so that makes sense I suppose haha. Get right into the story and we'll discuss the nitty gritty technicalities and background details as we go lol

#mine #merlin #ask

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unlikelyfandomkidd · 2 years

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After show high

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Warnings ⚠️ piss, spit, swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, use of pet names, not beta read we die like men

Also a quick note about my content, please do not tag it with femme/women related tags or comments. I'm a masc enby and write this stuff for gn and masc readers. Of course women and femmes are allowed to enjoy it just pls be respectful thx

It was a late night at the hideout. Eddie and the others were on stage preforming their newest song and you in the crowd along with a few older drunks. Red and blue lights twinkling on the ceiling, surrounding Eddie's face in a halo of light. He always looked so beautiful while preforming.

Halfway through the song during a solo on the drums Eddie picked up a beer bottle. He took a quick swig before spitting it back out onto the crowd. It filled your stomach with a warm feeling, you knew it was just part of the show but you also felt like it might have been for you.

The man on stage had been chugging drinks all night, alternating between warm bottles of water and beer. It's a wonder that he didn't need any bathroom breaks, maybe it was the adrenaline. Deep in thought you didn't realize the show had come to a close.

While the others were packing up the long haired boy jumped off stage and ran up to you, kissing you deeply. "hey babe, enjoy the show" he said while moving his kissing to your jaw.

"yeah it was amazing, I'm always pumped when you play" you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him closer to you. Giggles leaving your throat as he kisses lower and lower.

How about we take this somewhere a little more..private?" Eddie's voice noticably deepened at the last word. With your stomach fluttering and face flushed you quickly pulled him to the back of the bar and into the bathroom.

He pushed you into the stall and locked the door behind his back. You were stuck between the cold porcelain of the toilet and Eddie standing above you. He quickly undid his belt and zipper, pulling his pants just below his thighs. He held his cock in his hands in front of your face. "sorry love before we get to the main event I need to take a leak" you looked up at him, noticing he wasn't taking any measures to move you out of the way.

Instead he just tilted your head back and took your jaw in his large hands. "open up for me lovely" he purred and you did as he said, staying as still as you could and closing your eyes. After a few seconds of silence a warm stream hit your lips and tongue, the man above you letting out a satisfied groan. It filled your throat and overflowed a small bit, dripping to your chin and chest.

Maybe you were still buzzed but at that moment it felt like the most amazing place you could be. Eventually the stream died down and Eddie removed his hand from his cock and put them on your face and in your hair. He smiled down at you lovingly as he saw his work. "just one more thing babe" he moved his jaw and spit in your mouth, letting it mix in with his piss. "now swallow". Nervously you closed your mouth and swallowed, your mouth now feeling empty and the satisfying feeling in your chest gone.

Without realizing it a whimper left your mouth and you looked up at Eddie with expecting eyes. "aw is someone still feeling needy? It's alright pup I'll take care of ya" he grabbed your face roughly and forced your mouth back open with his long fingers. "I'll fill that cute little mouth up in no time"

His other hand held his cock as he stroked it a few times, letting it harden before pushing it towards your waiting mouth. A moan left your lips as he slowly pushed it inside, the warmth once again filling your stomach and chest. When your eyes fluttered to look at him what you saw was probably the most beautiful thing in the world.

Eddie had one of his pale ringed hands in his hair, holding it back to let you look at his face. His soft brown eyes blown out and almost completely black. A red tint on his cheeks leading down to his neck. Teeth biting into his pouting red lips. "fuuuuck babe I've been waiting all night for this" he whined

Feeling a sense of pride you let your tongue move against his cock, feeling every part it was able to. A whimper left his throat and he bucked up into your wet mouth. "God I want to fuck this throat so bad, it's so warm and tight"

With permission you made sure to relax your jaw and throat, pushing your head into his hand. A shocked expression made it's way across his features before his signature grin came back. Fisting your hair tightly he bent over your sitting figure and began fucking into you. Drool and tears starting to flow all you could do was sit and let him use your throat. Groans and moans tore from him, no longer worrying about getting caught, just about finding release.

You closed your eyes and let your other senses take over. Everything was so warm and soft and his musk surrounded you, it was almost heavenly. Above you Eddie rambled on loving praise "that's it baby, take that dick." "So good for me, love that little throat of yours" and mixes of "Jesus fucking Christ and oh god's" this eternity of pleasure ended all too soon though as you could feel Eddie's thrusts start to falter and his moans become cut off and shakey.

With a handful of thrusts left Eddie quickly slammed as deep as he could in your throat before cumming. More warm, thick liquid filling your body and making you whole. A loud broken groan left Eddie's throat as he finished, humping your face gently to get the last of his orgasm out of the way.

Slowly he pulled your face off his cock and smiled down at you, looking as messy as you felt. "how about we take this back to the trailer?" He laughed and rubbed your face comfortingly, trying his best to clean the spit off the bottom half of it. Still high from the moment you nodded quickly and stood up. Pushing past to get out of the stall.

"woah woah woah not so fast lovely, we still need to get you cleaned up and me zipped up" Eddie motioned to his crotch, pants almost around his knees and cock messy and hanging. Your face grows warm and you nod quickly, letting him guide you towards the sink.

There he took some wet paper towels and first wiped himself down. Afterwards stuffing himself back in his pants and loosely redoing his belt. Next he took some extra paper towels and held the back of your neck. As gently as he could wiping your face and neck clean. "what a messy baby you are, can't wait to get you home and ruin you" the purr of his voice made your knees weak, thankful that he was holding you.

After cleaning you up he lead you from the bathroom to the parking lot where his beat up van was sat. After guiding you in and buckling your seatbelt for you he got himself situated and turned on some music, letting it play quietly to keep you in your relaxed state.

When you two got back to the trailer you immediately ran to the bedroom, peeling off each other's clothes. The rest of the night and early morning hours were spent getting high and getting fucked

End

And that's the end of my first full fanfic on this account! I really hope you enjoy it and if you did please consider sharing it or leaving some comments :D my asks are also open for ideas for fics, headcanons. Drabbles and just talk if that's what you prefer. Thanks for reading and hopefully sometime soon I'll be able to get some more work put out

#eddie munson my beloved #eddie munson #eddie the freak munson #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x trans reader #stranger things smut #Eddie Munson has a piss kink

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anghraine · 3 months

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Fic author interview (meme)

I was tagged by @incognitajones! Thank you very much <3

1- How many works do you have on AO3?

222, though some are very closely interconnected.

2- What's your total AO3 word count?

1,193,545, says the AO3 statistics page!

o_O

3- What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

LOL, I had just automatically rearranged my stats graph to rank fics by kudos instead of hits. It's:

Season of Courtship (inevitably), a Darcy/Elizabeth canon-compliant engagement interquel I wrote as a teenager;

But Thou Didst Not Leave His Soul In Hell (always a pleasant surprise), a short AU in which Luke convinces Anakin/Vader to flee the Empire with him;

per ardua ad astra, a Rogue One+ANH Jyn/Cassian AU in which Jyn, Cassian, and Bodhi escape Scarif only to get trapped on the Death Star and forced to pass themselves off as Imperials;

we get dark, only to shine, a longggg yet unfinished AU of The Borgias in which Cesare and Lucrezia begin their affair during S1 instead of S3 (CW for canon sibling incest, murder, etc).

Contradictions and Varieties (baffling), a short Darcy/Elizabeth AU I wrote for a fest in which it takes them slightly longer to get together.

4- Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try, especially with fics I'm actively updating, but I'm always behind on it. I mostly just get distracted and forget.

5- What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Oh, interesting question! I don't write a lot of angsty endings, but there are a few options, and I think it probably would have to be the gift of men, a short (~1k) Fourth Age fic in which Eldarion goes along with a politically convenient marriage to one of Faramir and Éowyn's daughters, and falls in love with her, only for her to die of old age while Aragorn and Faramir are still alive and Eldarion remains young.

Honorable mentions: Set On This Path (Luke and Leia are brought up in the Empire + fusion with the story of the bloodbending brothers in B1 of Legend of Korra, complete with murder-suicide) and the last day (a chirpy epistolary fic that takes an abrupt turn after the genocidal attack that begins the Guild Wars games).

6- What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Um, just considering the ones that have endings, to be fair, and ... hmm, that's harder. A lot of happy endings! Probably the ones that are happiest for me, personally, are First Impressions (m!Elizabeth/f!Darcy re-telling of P&P) and whatever we deny or embrace (f!Cassian/Jyn).

7- Do you write crossovers?

Not often, but sometimes! Like now.

8- Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes! I've gotten hate more than once wrt Season of Courtship in various versions (even before it become so overwhelmingly the popular favorite of my fics). The rest has been on other fics and mostly on ff.net.

TBH the subtler stuff bothers me more than outright hate (corrections based on adaptations or fanon or expanded universe material I already said I wasn't using, concern that I might switch permanently to a new format I'm trying out, etc).

9- Do you write smut?

Very rarely. I respect people who can write good smut (hi incognita!), but I'm definitely a fade to black sort unless the ship is already so out there that I'm long past feeling self-conscious about it.

10- Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. It's happened a couple of times, but the main one was someone who stole a few Austen fics from various people and tried to piece them together into something they could sell on Amazon. One of the fics was The Rich Are Always Respectable (not what I would choose to plagiarize if I were going to, but ... okay).

11- Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, several times. I think it's cool!

12- Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I wrote a short fic with my friend @tulinlina many years ago :)

13- What's your all-time favorite ship?

Darcy/Elizabeth. Truly this ship is the terror of the seas!

14- What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Oh, man. This probably requires more self-knowledge than I really have. Um ... I hate saying it, but we get dark, only to shine is likely this. I had so many plans for where it was going to go, but I'm just in a very different fannish place these days.

15- What are your writing strengths?

It feels weird to say, but I think I write solid dialogue (it's certainly my favorite thing to write!) and fairly clean prose in general.

16- What are your writing weaknesses?

Description is my truest nemesis—I tend to place scenes in just empty or vaguely described space. Fight scenes and that sort of thing are really difficult (for related reasons). Finishing things—my stuff nearly always grows out of control and it screws up pacing and so on.

17- What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

A little goes a long way, IMO. I did a bit of it in my fic about Leia and Cassian and Alderaanian, in tongues and quiet sighs, so I can't judge it too hard, but it's very much something to handle with care (especially with conlangs—Tolkien fic can be pretty grating this way).

18- What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Tolkien! My first attempt at a fic was a Faramir-goes-to-Rivendell-instead-of-Boromir AU that never got very far.

Well, my first serious attempt at fanfic, that is—I wrote original stuff for years before that, and I guess technically I tried to write Trixie Belden fanfic when I was about 10 ... and the original stuff spun off from a piece that was basically a Secret of Mana fanfic I wrote even before the Trixie Belden stuff. But in terms of something written within a fandom community, the Faramir fic.

19- What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Hmm. I'm not sure, actually. I mostly just write stuff if I feel like it. Oh—it's cheating, but I've barely written Korra/Kuvira even though I adore the ship. I'd like to write a proper Korvira fic someday.

20- What's your favorite fic you've written?

This changes pretty often, though there are always a few that come up when I'm asked. At this moment in time, probably The Jedi and the Sith Lord, the third (sort of) of my f!Luke Skywalker fics, and the one where the story finally swerves off the canon tracks and becomes its own thing. Maybe (probably?) not my best work, but the Lucyverse is my baby and I think TJATSL is my best work in it.

Tagging: @elwing, @kareenvorbarra, @heckofabecca, @veliseraptor, @rain-sleet-snow

#long post #anghraine babbles #fic talk #sadly not tagging all the fics individually #words about words #meme #meme prattle

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dhr-ao3 · 30 days

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A Notion of Happiness

A Notion of Happiness https://ift.tt/AIkS2nw by malfoybitvh The war is over and McGonagall has allowed students to return to Hogwarts to finish their studies. Hermione accepts this offer, while Draco is forced due to his probation. The Headmistress deemes it a good idea to make them Head Boy and Girl. Hermione is afraid of being lonely, since Harry and Ron didn't accept the offer and Draco just wants to make it through the year. What happens when they can't ignore each other any longer? Words: 11721, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Theodore Nott, Charlie Weasley, Daphne Greengrass, Blaise Zabini, Cormac McLaggen, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood, Minerva McGonagall, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Tippy the House Elf, Nott Sr. (Harry Potter) Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Theodore Nott/Charlie Weasley, Daphne Greengrass/Blaise Zabini, Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-War, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Head Boy Draco Malfoy, Head Girl Hermione Granger, Dual POV, Occlumency (Harry Potter), Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Angst with a Happy Ending, HEA, no beta we die like men, Love Confessions, Lucius Malfoy sucks, Theo is the best, Smut, Draco Malfoy Redemption, Theo is a Little Shit, interhouse relationships, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Cunnilingus, Forced Proximity, Hermione Granger Needs a Hug, Abuse (not between the main pairing don't worry), Christmas, Hogsmeade (Harry Potter), Interhouse Friendships, Fluff, Abusive Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa is just useless, Occlumens Draco Malfoy, Feather play? via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/uXcJUkO March 26, 2024 at 06:26PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

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lillmyg · 3 months

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What could’ve been | Hoseok x reader mafia au | wip

summary: you never expect your high school sweetheart to save you. you never imagined the boy that helped you nurse a cat to health to be a mafia man.

a/n- i know there’s a lot of spelling mistakes i’ll fix them later please forgive me 😅

Don’t know if this is a trope but reader can hear and communicate with the narrator cause why not

prompt: you learn that your high school sweetheart now runs a global crime syndicate and has you placed on a "no harm list"

You ever heard those stories. you know the one where they just barely missed a catastrophe like how the side of a plane broke off and the person on the window seat missed their flight. Or the Robert Herzog who woke up 5 minutes late on the 11th of september and missed the 9/11 plane crash. Well you had no such luck if anything you were having a great day well until now. You were imbetween jobs at the momment which was a fancy way of saying unemployed so you took up this position at your local coffee shop. Initially you thought probably less drama than in your typical journalist career which you were sorely mistaken.

In your defence i don’t think i’d picture a local coffee shop being the ground of a shoot out. But hey what do i know i’m not- ‘can you shut up?!’

you say as you cover your ears. from not only your own inner dialogue (hi it’s me narrator!) but also the uncontrollable firing of guns that barely miss you.

‘Of course i had to have this shift by myself,’ you complain to yourself and me. told you we should’ve just…. and she’s zoned out my voice, it’s fair i’d do the same if i had a narrator in my head. img do u think that’s possiblee….

fuck. ‘fuck’

jinx!

‘shut up’ your eyes widened as u make eye contact with the man. he was one of the shooters he initially looked pissed until his eyes traveled down and a look of shock engulfed his face. instinctively you covered your chest ‘IS HE CHECKING ME WHILE BEING SHOT!?’

Calm down he can’t even see your tits with that top. No his eyes are lingering on your name tag?

‘what?’

“l/n?” he says no asked you almost calls out? i’m so confused. you nod your head slowly and reply in your confusion a quiet “yeah?”

Why the hell are you telling him your name! ‘my name tag doesn’t even have my last name clearly he knows me!”

oh i’m sorry carry on go ask him if he used to go to your highschool ask him what he’s been up to! You know besides shooting up coffee shop!

on your panic the man seems to also share your thoughts as he too had a look of sheer fear in his face. “Fuck! Young get down!”

The rest of the conversation you cant make through the noise. Your main thoughts mostly being about how you’re almost certainly going to die. That is until the guns had stopped and all you heard was a mumbling of your name.

i always thought we had a pretty unique name but is that any chance there’s another y/n l/n who lives near by? you turn to the man who originally called out your name trying to remain calm through your sobs “Am i going to die?”

silence filled the room before the other man his partner you assume starts to… clean up the mess? he’s putting chains and tables back up and dusting off the plates that weren’t broken. The other 3 men on the opposite side start doing the same fluffing the pillow that were thrown around putting them back. As the man in pushes himself up scythe counter and holds onto his wound. In his panic his whi you assume is an attempt at a comforting smile looks deranged and you push further into the corner of that counter. he moves a hand in front of him gesturing to calm down

what the fuck is going on?

#i love hoseok #hoseok #hoseok x reader #bts x reader #bts fanfic #bts jhope #jhope x reader #mafia au #bangtan #current wip #fanfic writing #bts poc fanfic writers

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klm-zoflorr · 1 year

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@decafeined-moth was having some issues working out how to post on AO3, so I thought "hey, why not make a step-by-step post dedicated to this, this way it can help other people too?" So here's the

Guide On How To Post On AO3 For Noobs

First, keep in mind that 1) AO3 is a website with a lot of functionnalities and it's normal that it seems a bit intimidating. Thankfully, you can just plain ignore some of them, and only use them when you've learned what they mean! 2) If you need any more information about what some options mean, you can click on the small blue question mark! They provide information that is imo pretty helpful. Or you can ask me, I'd gladly answer any questions you have! And 3) All of the information that we're gonna fill out now is modifiable later. So if you make a mistake or you realise something doesn't fit, don't stress!

So, for starters, you're gonna need to have your first chapter already written out before creating the work. Well, you can technically write it on the website itself, but the page might reload and you'd then lose everything. So rather use google docs, or the notes on your phone, or emails, or anything of that nature.

You also need an AO3 account to post, i'll try to link another post regarding this particular matter.

First step: Go on the top of the website, and click on "post" -> "new work"

Second step: The tags

"Not rated" and "Choose not to use archive warnings" are basically the default for rating and archive warning, essentially the "i don't know". You should try to tweak them as soon as you understand what they stand for, but it isn't necessary.

"fandoms" is a very important one. You're gonna enter the name of your fandom. It could be Lord Of The Rings, Star Wars, Hermitcraft, RPF (Real People Fiction), and a whole ton of other fandoms. Chances are if it's a book or movie or even youtube series, there already are works for it. If you don't know how your fandom is called, use the search function on AO3 and it'll probably come back with SOMETHING.

Categories: Is there a main romantic relationship between two characters in your work? If yes, then select the kind: Female/Female relationship, Female/Male, Male/Male. Or select "Gen" if it isn't the case, it means General.

Relationships: relationships in your work. They're either 1)Romantic relationships, separated by a slash (Blorbo/Shitto) 2)Platonic relationships, separated by a "and" (Borbo & Shitto). I am unsure of where Queerplatonic relationships stand in regards to this. Do not type in ship names (ex: reylo, destiel,...)

Characters: names of characters that appear in your work. This category auto fills as well. It's usually not considered very polite to put in characters that are only briefly mentionned in a throwaway line in your work, however it's perfectly fine if you intend to mention them more later. It's alright to tag them if they briefly appear, or if they're thought about for a big portion of it. Basically, if you could cut them out and nothing changes, maybe don't tag them.

Additional tags: You can basically enter whatever information you want to inform your reader of that didn't fit in the previous categories there. Ex: Fluff, angst, hurt no comfort, Protective Shitto, carrots, Time-travel, Established blorbo/shitto & any additional comment you want to add, like "i wrote that at 3am". People sometimes add in whether the work has been beta'ed or not with "no beta we die like men" or fandom-specific "we die like [name]" (ex: We die like Kenny, We die like Scar, We die like Ice Pick Joe), but it is by no means necessary

You're gonna have to add a work title and a summary of your fic. Summaries can be a lot of stuff including an extract from your fic, an actual summary, a series of open-ended questions made for the reader to want to find out what it's about,... Be creative with it!

Finally, you can check or uncheck the "notes" boxes to add author notes!

Now we're getting into the complicated/superfluous part. Thankfully you can just ignore most of it! You may learn what it means later, or not, but it does offer some great additional options!

We need to focus on this part tho:

Ignore the "set a different publication date".

If your work is gonna have multiple chapters, you should check the "this work is gonna have multiple chapters". Then you should enter the number of chapters. You don't have to name the first chapter if you don't want to, if you leave it blank it will simply show as "Chapter 1"

You need to choose a work language

You may now finally enter your first chapter/the text of your one-shot!

The website works with html, which means that to make some text italicised or bold you gonna need to enter a special set of characters before and after. You can find some explanations online very easily. Or, it also work in rich text, it switches to it if you click the "rich text" button.

We're finally done! You can then click on "preview" if you want to check the formatting, or "post" it directly!

#ao3 #archive of our own #ao3 guide #ao3 advice #ao3 tips #tips #writing tips #klm-zoflorr

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sleepy-moron · 1 year

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A lot of tag discussions about gay Mike have happened recently and it has brought a point that I was aware of but hadn’t really posted about to the front of my brain again:

Will is defined as gay almost entirely outside being attracted to guys. Will’s queer coding is implicitly tied to other people’s perceptions of him, mostly revolving around Will behaving in ways that aren’t seen as “masculine”. In my mind (being that I didn’t really get into the show until season 2) the second we see Will at the snow ball dancing with that girl but looking at Mike I knew he was intentionally being written as gay rather than just a character that has gay coding. This is a pretty common thing, to define gayness by the way a character looks and acts rather than being attracted to men. Usually the big exception to this is characters who follow the armored closet gay trope. While these characters are defined by being macho guys who constantly insult and accuse other people of being gay, they usually do show attraction to other guys to make sure the audience understands the dude in the closet is actually gay himself.

Will has character depth and he probably wasn’t written to conform to gay stereotypes but he is definitely read that way by the audience. People have been taking the more reserved artistic kid and making him much “softer” or more feminine than he actually is for years because that’s how media has trained them to view gay people. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that people started saying Will is going to become a bad guy, or die at the same time they started calling him a home wrecker. There’s an implicit mold that a lot of gay characters follow so people project traits associated with that formula onto all gay characters.

Mike is a very different story. Mike is gay coded through symbolism and a noted disinterest (and in some cases displeasure) in girls. Sure he’s not athletic but Mike certainly breaks the mold a bit for gay characters. He’s defensive and reckless, the archetypical generic guy hero who gets the girl and lives happily ever after. How many action oriented shows and movies can you think of that have a gay dude as the main hero without using the hero being gay prominently in marketing? I can’t think of any but I also don’t watch a lot of tv so I could be wrong….

The audience has no idea what gay coding for a character like Mike is really supposed to look like because it’s not something that happens. If a character is gay coded he either never expresses any interest in women (including having a female love interest) or it’s made very clear through either explicit confirmation or use of general character tropes that this character is meant to be gay. Mike has a girlfriend, and while I think after s2 the show goes out of its way to suggest Mike isn’t into girls he doesn’t act the way gay characters who have girlfriends are expected to act. Mike acts like the standard loser dude with a girlfriend who should be way out of his league is expected to. He has trouble emotionally opening up with her, he’s controlling and overprotective, and he complains about women while burping loudly after El dumps him. People can’t conceive the idea of Mike being with El for (in their mind the whole show but actually only two seasons) for as long as he is without the show making sure you know this character is gay.

The tropes for establishing bi characters work very differently. Usually either the character is seen being attracted to men and women very soon after being introduced or they are usually assumed to be straight until they either come out as bi or figure out that they’re bi. This feels like a much more reasonable way to make Mike queer and result in endgame byler because this is something that has precedent. Heck they literally did the same thing with one of the robins from Batman like a year ago.

#for the record I’m not saying anyone who thinks Mike is bi is dumb or homophobic or anything like that #I’m not bothered by that interpretation at all I just think s3 and s4 Mike has a lot suggesting he doesn’t like girls #this is specifically about characters that are guys btw because girls and trans characters have their own tropes concerning this #byler tumblr #byler #stranger things 4 #stranger things #gay mike wheeler #mike wheeler is gay #mike wheeler i know what you are

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starcrossedmoonlet · 10 days

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Hello and welcome to this blog!

My name is Comet Yuusonya, and I'm the host here! Feel free to call me just about anything--Comet, Yuu, Prefect, Grim's Mother, whatever works. My friends and I are all here to answer questions, rp, chat, whatever else! A list of everyone included here will be at the bottom of the post.

Come get to know us--ask whatever questions you'd like! Let me set some ground rules really quick.

1. NO NSFW -- Flirting is fine, but no NSFW. A lot of us are minors or freshly 18, and A LOT of us are asexual.

2. Please be kind! I am just a girl, a child, even. Please treat me as you would another human being. I have boundaries and I want them respected. This extends to all my friends.

3. Please be patient! Life's kinda busy, things happen. If we don't respond immediately, we'll get back within a day or two. Please don't bug us about responding to your asks, I promise we see them.

4. We curse here! This means you can to, but if you don't want anything to do with that, probably best to steer clear. I never use curse words to insult another, and neither should you. No slurs either please. Those are my only rules on cursing here. Otherwise be free to say fuck lmao

5. Fellow OCs are welcomed here and encouraged to interact!!! Tell me everything about your OCs I love them all!!!!

6. This is a safe place! No judging others' identities, OCs, requests, etc--including mine.

Here's a masterlist of everyone here, including their main tags!

Comet Yuusonya

Hi! I'm Comet, Yuu works too--I'm the Ramshackle Prefect. I was magicless when I got here, but... now I'm not! Local therapist, Grim's mother, and widely feared for my ability to psychoanalyze people. She/her pronouns, asexual, polyamorous Twisted from Rapunzel and Princess Anna

#comet yuu answers things : questions I answer, pretty self explanitory #comet yuu rambles : if I get kind of ramble-y, I'll add this tag. #comet yuu daily lyrics : for lyrics from songs I either relate to or just like !

Heaven

Greetings, you may call me Heaven. I reside within the halls of Ramshackle, though I come from a realm beyond this one. So long as you do not bring harm to our prefect, you shall be spared. She/her pronouns, polyamorous, has never commented on her sexuality. Twisted from the bride from the Haunted Mansion. #Heaven replies : For when you speak to me.

James Steelclaw From Savanaclaw

'sup, name's james. local jaguar beastman in spelldrive. teachers hate me, learn my secret today! /j He/him pronouns, bisexual, polyamorous. Twisted from the jaguars in Emperor's new Groove. #james speaks : general tag for me. idc if its questions or just me talkin outta my ass.

Lance Everett

Hi, I'm Lance, it's so exciting to meet you! I'm a Savanaclaw student, though I wish I were in Pomefiore with my buddy Emilio... that's okay, though, I enjoy the temperature here. I love animals and communicating with them. Maybe we can be friends? He/him pronouns, unspecified sexuality but clearly likes men. Twisted from Kronk. #Hello from Lance! : Any of my posts!

Buggie Orville

heeeyyyy whazzup name'z buggie, azul AND jamil'z #1 nuisance !!!!!! find me behind Mostro Lounge in my DEFINITELY LEGAL gambling ring and speakeasy ;) don't mind the bugz, they're my budz! they don't bite unlezz i don't like you! :D They/it/he, bug/bugself pronouns, asexual, demi and panromantic, polyamorous. Twisted from Oogie Boogie. #rollin the dice : anything from me <3

Emilio Nowell

Greetings all. Emilio Nowell here, a proud Pomefiore student and pro at chemistry. Should you wish to speak with me, I suppose I shall grant you some of my time. Though, I'd imagine Lance is more fun to speak to... have you tried his spinach puffs? They're simply to die for. He/him pronouns, gay. Twisted from Yzma. #From Emilio : When I am speaking, I will add this tag.

Igni Hayes

uhhh hi whats up, my name's ignacio but igni is fine! um i'm from ignihyde, im the resident goth, cant shut up about flowers, and drama king to the max haha. h. hope we can be friend sorry if i'm awkward it's the social anxiety He/him pronouns, pansexual, polyamorous. Twisted from Pain and Panic. #Ignis replies : for asks #gothichanahaki : my general tag

Jun'ichi Sasaki

Come learn about me yourself. He/him, unspecified sexuality. Twisted from Robert Callaghan / Yokai from Big Hero Six. #Sasaki Junichi : General.

Everest Grove

Hello! Call me Everest. I'm a mushroom fae from Briar Valley, new to Diasomnia and the Mountain Lovers Club. I enjoy sketching and hikes, perhaps you'd like to join me? I'm a little quiet, but I promise I mean no harm. They/them pronouns, asexual, panromantic polyamorous. Twisted from background fairies in the live action Maleficent. #Everests Grove : Anything I post!

Wade Krillis

Yo what's up everyone, name's Wade. I just transfered to NRC not too long ago... I'm in Diasomnia. I'm in spelldrive, but I think I like the arts on land, I'd like to get into that. Please don't be too put off by my style, promise I'm not dangerous! I just like being punk. :) He/him pronouns, unspecified sexuality. Not twisted from any Disney character, but heavily correlated with Octavinelle. #Thoughts from Wade : My posts, whether asks or not!

Comet again! I'll add character info sheets in case you want pictures and more information soon! Until then, thanks for stopping by! Hope we can be friends! Don't forget to drink water! Until next time! Find my main at @elysia-nsimp

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc

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makeadealwithdean · 1 year

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'tis the damn season - part 5

‘tis the damn season (a college/hometown au) - Part 5

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Tags (cw updated by ch.): soooo much fluff, THEY FINALLY GO ON THEIR DATE, taylor swift vibes, dean hating his job (subtly though), dean’s so soft, no beta- we die like men

Series Summary: It’s Christmas break, and Y/N is headed home for the holidays. But with her hometown, comes thoughts of her high school boyfriend, Dean, and what they might’ve had if she’d taken the other road. When she runs into Dean, she can’t help but wonder if they can rekindle the spark between them.

Word Count: 2.5k

Divider: @firefly-graphics

a/n: it's me, hi, i'm the problem, it's me. cause i haven't updated this fic in forever, but i really want to continue this story, and lucky for me, the fall weather, halloween, just the season feelings in general, brought me inspiration to continue. i think that inspiration will stick around through the holidays. so if you're still reading/if you remember this story, thank you, thank you, i love you ❤️

Main Masterlist // Playlist // Dean Masterlist

AO3 // Part 4

Y/N breezed through the door, hurrying in from the cold. She smiled when she saw Dean sitting at their old table and started to make her way over to him. The heels of her boots clicked on the wooden floor as she walked, and her trench coat swished around her knees. She looked just as beautiful as Dean had imagined, probably even more so.

He stood to greet her, reaching to take her bag from her shoulder, his hand brushing the back of her elbow as she allowed him to take the straps of the tote. “Hey, Y/N,” Dean spoke softly — gently. Almost as if he was worried he’d scare her off. “Thanks for comin’ to see me. M’real glad you did.”

He looked at her with the most sincerity, green eyes timid, but hopeful. A soft smile played along the corners of his lips, and Y/N could feel her self-resolve melting. Her determination not to let him smash every wall she’d worked so hard to put up after their relationship had ended the first time was already fading, and she hadn’t even sat down with him yet.

Dean pulled out her chair for her — Ever the gentleman — and hung her bag gently on the back of it. She gave him a small, but not unkind, smile, “Me too. It’ll be good to catch up with you.”

“Yeah,” Dean leaned back on his heels once she’d sat down and settled into the familiar wooden chair. He was still smiling softly, like he was trying not to but simply couldn’t help himself. He let his hands drop onto his thighs gently, “Can I buy your coffee? Haven’t ordered yet or anything, just figured I’d get both together.”

“Oh,” Y/N let out a slightly nervous giggle. “That’s sweet, but Dean, you don’t have to do that.”

“Please, let me?” Dean tilted his head a bit, and Y/N was reminded instantly of a begging puppy. “I really want to.”

She didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. This wasn’t a date. She hesitated, but the look on his face told her he genuinely did want to do this for her. She guessed Dean could sense her debating with herself because he added softly, rocking back and forth slightly, nervously, “Just as friends.”

Well, as long as he understood that, what harm could it do? She gave him a real smile this time, because yeah, it was sweet of him, “Sure, I’d love that. Thank you.”

“Hot vanilla latte?” he suggested, grinning, eyebrows raised as if he was tempting her.

Y/N laughed, “Can’t believe you remember my coffee order, but yes, that sounds awesome.”

“Thought so,” Dean smirked proudly, obviously pleased that she’d noticed his attention to detail. “Be right back.”

Y/N watched his familiar gait as he approached the counter, before pulling her phone out and shooting off a text to Charlie.

Y/N: At the coffee shop with Dean, and I’ve only been here two minutes, and I can already feel myself missing how we used to be. Tell me I’m crazy.

The three dots appeared as Charlie immediately started typing back. Y/N looked up towards the counter where Dean was talking to the barista. Her phone buzzed in her hand.

Charlie: HA i was right!!! i knew you’d start falling for him again

Y/N: Whoa, whoa, whoa, nobody’s FALLING for anyone. I’m just feeling nostalgic because he remembered my coffee order. And he’s being really sweet, but I am NOT looking for a relationship rn. Especially not getting back with my ex. So tell me I’m insane.

Charlie: girl i’m not gonna say that, i know you’re not looking for something atm, but the best things come along when you aren’t seeking them out. just go with it! let yourself give him a chance, maybe he’ll surprise you ;)

Y/N: Ugh, you’re no help. That is not what I needed to hear. Gotta go, he’s coming back.

Charlie: just speaking the truth. you’re telling me everything after!

Y/N: Yeah, yeah.

Dean sat down across from her and set her latte down gently in front of her, his own in his other hand. Y/N immediately curled her hands around the outside of the cup, wanting to warm her still-chilled fingers, “Thanks, Dean.” She rewarded him with a genuine smile, and he returned it, “S’nothin’. Least I could do.”

“Well, still, thank you,” Y/N cleared her throat. “So, tell me about work! How’s everything going with that?”

“Ah,” Dean hesitated like he was choosing his words carefully. “Well, I’m still with my dad’s company, which… y’know, it is what it is.” He finished all in a rush, shrugging like he was trying to convince himself that it didn’t bother him, didn’t matter.

Y/N didn’t want to pry. After all, Dean seemed pretty hesitant to talk about it, and his future, his job, his dad — those were the things that had caused a rift between them the first time around. Maybe he felt like this was treading dangerously close to addressing their history, their past problems. He hadn’t wanted to talk about it then, so no way would he wanna talk about it now, Y/N thought.

And yet, she wanted him to be happy — and she needed to know if he was, for her own peace of mind. They were there, meeting, talking. At Dean’s request, might she add, and he knew damn well how she was when it came to the people she cared for’s well-being. So maybe she was prying just a bit, but — “And how is it?” she asked him simply, not wanting to lead his answer one way or the other.

“Um, well, you know my dad,” Dean circled his own hands around his cup, resting his elbows on the tabletop. His eyes held just the tiniest bit of tiredness. If Y/N hadn’t known him so well, she probably never would’ve noticed. “He’s not the easiest guy to get along with, all the time, and the job itself,” he shrugged again, “it’s not bad, but it’s…not — well, it’s work, y’know?”

Dean tried to laugh it off, make a joke, but Y/N could read him like a giant, neon billboard on a dark night. She knew exactly where that sentence had been going — it’s not bad, but it’s not what I want.

He was trying to pass it off like it was purely the fact that it was a job— that he had to work at all— that was making him unhappy. That wasn’t it at all, and they both knew it. Dean loved to work, needed it even. Working, provided it was something he loved, made him happy. But she knew she shouldn’t say anything. She shouldn’t insert herself into Dean and his father’s business, not again.

So, she just nodded, smiled softly, “Mhmm, I know what you mean. How’s the Impala then?” She’d seen the black, angular vehicle parked out front, and she just knew her taking an interest in the car would bring back the ease in Dean’s smile.

She was right, of course. Dean smiled proudly, “My baby’s runnin’ just as smooth as ever. Just gave her a quick tune-up myself. Ironed out any possible kinks, and now she’s purring like a house-cat.”

Y/N chuckled. Dean’s love for that car rivaled most anything she’d ever seen, and honestly, she found it pretty cute. Sure, maybe it was a bit odd, but the passion, or intensity even— the fact that he cared so much was something she found attractive. Or had found attractive, she reminded herself. Not anymore— she’d let the past be the past. She had to, for her own sake. “She looks just as pretty as I remember. You’ve taken good care of her,” she said, still giggling slightly.

“Of course I have, sweetheart! Only the best for her, and I do all the work on her myself. Don’t trust any garages or anythin’ like that.”

“I’m impressed,” Y/N raised her eyes in appreciation, “but honestly, Dean, I expected nothing less.”

He laughed, and Y/N once again had to yank her mind away from thoughts about how pretty he was when he smiled. Any tension present had melted away though, and she was grateful for that. “But what about you then?” Dean started, gesturing towards her and then back towards himself. “Tell me about school, hit me. I wanna hear it all!”

So she told him everything— from her first semester struggles with difficult classes, being away from home for the first time, to the friends she’d found, a couple she’d lost even, and he listened to it all. Nodding along with her as she talked animatedly. Asking questions in all the right places. She’d nearly forgotten how good of a listener he could be. And it felt good to talk about it all to someone with an outside perspective. Going to her university really was what she wanted. Pursuing a higher level of education and a degree had always been her dream, and she was happy to be chasing that, but it definitely wasn’t easy all the time. And Dean sympathized with her, encouraged her, just as he always had.

Dean. He really was the most selfless person she’d ever met. Since she’d met him, she must’ve seen him give up his own wishes to fulfill those of others dozens of times. Some of those were small instances — working more to earn a little extra to help his brother go on that field trip with his class, canceling his own plans to help his father with a project at work. Even things for her while they’d been dating — like that time he’d bailed on guy’s night so he could take her to see that movie she’d been so excited about on opening night. Other things he’d sacrificed hadn’t been so small. Like his decision to work with his father’s company instead of pursuing the career he’d wanted.

Y/N wondered what that even was, his dream career. He’d never said. Even when she’d asked him what it was he really wanted to do with his life, he’d never say. Always insisted that going into business with his dad was what he wanted, that he liked the job. It had always been very obvious to her that that simply wasn’t the case, but no amount of begging or pleading or pushing him to take his own path was going to change his mind. He was much too stubborn for that.

Y/N, however, had an inkling of what Dean might want to choose for his career, given the chance. She’d seen the way he was with the Impala. She’d have to be blind not to, of course — he called the car “Baby” and took care of it with a similar level of tenderness as he’d taken care of her while they were together. He was always working on her when he had a few spare minutes, fixing and tuning up until she looked and sounded brand new.

She didn’t want to overstep her boundaries, or make the same mistake that’d caused so many problems for them senior year, but she was already telling him so much about her school that it seemed like a natural segue. The university was beautiful. It had a campus she loved and a college town that had just about everything. Including a trade school with a great mechanic certification program. She knew about its stellar reputation through a classmate and friend she’d met her first year who’d gone through the program and now worked at the garage in town.

Maybe she shouldn’t mention it at all, she hadn’t seen Dean in years. Probably dropping hints about his choice of careers wouldn’t be much appreciated, but God, the more she watched him sit there and listen to her talk, the more she wanted happiness for him. Surely just the mention of the program couldn’t hurt.

She couldn’t help herself.

“Y’know, actually, speaking of my friend, he wound up going to the trade school that’s also right next to the university. See, he wanted to be a mechanic really badly, and funnily enough, they have a really awesome mechanic certification program. So he went through that, and loved it! Now, he works at the garage in town, helps me out a lot when my car needs something done. Kinda reminded me of you that way.”

She tilted her head smiling at him, praying he wouldn’t take anything she’d said the wrong way. But she must’ve been worried for nothing, because Dean just raised his eyebrows and nodded. The expression on his face read as if she’d just told him something he found mildly interesting.

“Well, now, that’s really good that you’ve found someone to help you out with that kinda stuff while you’re up at school. Sounds like you’ve made good friends and that you’re really loving it. I’m glad. Always knew you’d do great.”

Dean’s words caused a rush of affection to spring to her heart. “Yeah. Yeah, my friends are the best, and I mean, like I’ve been saying, it’s tough sometimes. It’s college. But the good parts are really awesome.”

“I’m glad, Y/N,” Dean smiled warmly. “But you do know” he raised his eyebrows at her playfully “that if you ever have any car troubles at home — hell, if you have any troubles at home, period, you can always come to me, ‘n I’ll do whatever I can to help you out.” He waggled his finger at her like he was jokingly scolding her. “Don’t ever think that just cause we aren’t…y’know, that you can’t come to me for stuff. I mean, look at us, gettin’ coffee as friends— I can still fix your car as a friend.”

He said it all jokingly, but she could see the sincerity there, and it softened her heart just a little. So what if they maybe still had feelings for each other? Would that really be so bad? She couldn’t deny that sitting here with him caused old feelings to come rushing back. She tried to stamp them down, but that smile of his, those eyes looking at her so sweetly — how could she chase away the best memories of her time with him?

Her thoughts bled through in a suddenly shy smile, and she took an interest in design on the coffee cup still in her hand. She stared down at the cup as she answered him, but the warmth in her voice probably betrayed her anyway, “Thank you, Dean. I appreciate that.”

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he murmured softly, sipping his drink carefully, like he too was remembering their greatest hits together.

Suddenly, Dean sat forward on his elbows, smiling like he’d just thought of a great idea, “Hey, do you wanna go look at Christmas lights with me?” The grin on his face was so earnest and childlike that Y/N couldn’t help but match it. Not to mention she was a sucker for Christmas lights. How could she turn him down?

a/n: thank you so much for reading! please leave me a comment or reblog cause feedback is golden!!

Tagging:

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SPN: @meeshw777 @sexyvixen7 @beth-gallagher22 @deanwinchesterwifesblog @blueeyedchaos @maliburenee @deanssliceofcherrypie @jordyn-laufeyson

Dean Winchester: @akshi8278 @lyarr24 @spnfangirl1314 @deandreamernp @happyt0exist @panicking-outside-the-disco @saahmi @fanfic-n-tabulous @lessons-of-red

‘tis the damn season: @stoneyggirl2

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justgayrevolutionnaries · 11 months

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It's still more sweet if it's all in vain

As the end is getting near, Combeferre and Courfeyrac discuss hope and loyalty at the barricade.

Aka my fic for barricade day ! I was originally going with something else entirely (see tags / notes for more info) but I am very happy how this one turned out

And yes it still counts as a barricade day fic because it's not midnight yet shhh

Find it on Ao3 here !

Usual tw warning for barricade day : mentions of violent death, main character death and graphic descriptions of violence. Stay safe guys <3

It was all calm. Maybe too calm.

Combeferre was sitting on top of the barricade, looking down at the street, empty and lifeless before him. It was only dawn, and everything was bathed in an orange glow. Ironically, Combeferre was facing west, meaning that the sun was rising behind the barricade, and that end of the street appeared surrounded by a halo of light.

Next to Combeferre was Courfeyrac, his chin resting on his knees, a thoughtful look in his eyes as kept fidgeting with his hat, putting it either on his head or in front of him. Both of them had been sitting in a comfortable silence for a while, which was more than uncommon for the latter.

At the other end of the barricade stood Enjolras, silently contemplating alternatively the street and the space in front of the café. He, too, had been silent since the five men had left the barricade. His face was as unreadable as usual, but Combeferre knew him well enough to perceive that, behind his severe attitude, his look could almost be qualified as melancholic. When his two friends had tried to call him, it was as through he couldn't even hear them.

Courfeyrac was once again the first one to break the silence.

"You know, if this is to be the end of the world, I always imagined it to be different. More sensational, at least. So we could enjoy it properly."

Without moving, his friend answered with a small smile on his lips : "And in what ways does this disappoint you now ?"

Courfeyrac shrugged in response : "It is taking too long." He tilted his head on the side to look at the entrance of the café. "And some of us can not even be here to enjoy it."

Combeferre didn't need to turn, nor did he even want to. He knew what his friend was looking at. The table at the other end of the Corinthe; the bodies they had no choice but to lay down on them, covered by a white blanket Enjolras had found God knew where.

Bahorel.

He could still remember the agony that had filled his heart as he watched Bahorel fall back in the barricade, the fatal wound that had killed him almost invisible on the red of his shirt. His only consolation was knowing that he would most likely get to see his friend again in less than a few hours.

Still not taking his eyes off the street in front of him, Conbeferre simply answered :

"Enjolras would tell you that is the cost of freedom. We know some of us have to die, only because we wish for a better future for this world."

Courfeyrac turned to him with an inquisitive look in his eyes.

"And what would Combeferre tell me ?"

So many things.

Combeferre was about to answer that he agreed with Enjolras. That freedom, and the light of the future, were all he had ever looked forward to ; that all of them had always known their life was the price they must be ready to pay for it. Because after all, what else was there to die for ? Except at this moment, he knew this wasn't the answer Courfeyrac was waiting for.

Looking back to the Corinthe he could see Enjolras, an austere look still on his face. He had been joined by Feuilly, who was gesturing to the top of the barricade and, from what Combeferre could make out of his voice, inquiring about the number of men and weapons they had left. His heart clenched as he remembered the one thing that had really been on his mind since the previous day : the face of his best friend, one he had known for so many years, looking down at the man he had just killed, an overwhelming sadness in his eyes.

Back then Combeferre had claimed he would always follow him, no matter what fate this should lead him to. And as much as Combeferre hated violence, he still believed those words.

So, as Courfeyrac placed a soft hand on his arm, still looking at him in expectancy, all he could answer was :

"I couldn't think of any other people I would rather die with."

For a moment here Courfeyrac seemed ready to add something, a strange glint in his brown eyes that were focused on Combeferre's face. However, he let his hand fall down and, biting his bottom lip, simply nodded in acknowledgement.

As he stood up and seemed about to leave and go back inside the café, Combeferre tried to hold him back by grabbing his left wrist.

"It is too late for us to have regrets now anyway, my friend. By noon-"

Combeferre found himself unable to finish this sentence. It seemed useless now, to try and conceal what both of them already knew. Yet like the others, he wanted to preserve a spark of hope, to think that the men inside the barricade still had a chance. Because at the end of the day, if they couldn't even believe in that, how many of them would have the strength to keep on fighting ?

By noon this may all be over.

"No one is coming anymore, are they ?"

The question called for no answer, yet Combeferre turned to his best friend with a bitter smile. He couldn't even tell how much it broke his heart that even Courfeyrac, ever the optimistic, had given up on hope. But before he could answer, Courfeyrac spoke again, his eyes fixed on the horizon and a new, softer light in his eyes :

"You know what Prouvaire would tell us if he were still on this barricade ?"

Following his look, Combeferre could do nothing but nod, his throat tightening at the mention of their friend, as Courfeyrac added :

"It's still more sweet if it's all in vain."

Combeferre softly answered : "But it is not in vain, my friend. This is why we are here, you and I. This is why Prouvaire and Bahorel have already left us. This is what Enjolras told us earlier, what we truly believe in. We must die here, yes, but do not think that will be in vain. A sacrifice is never in vain. We are like the light of the star, a light that hasn't reached the earth yet. But it will one day, and this day all will be changed, just like a new dawn, a new sun rising. And this day, I promise, men shall be truly happy."

In response Courfeyrac offered him a sad smile, so far from the beaming, humorous one Combeferre had grown to be used to over the years, yet still a smile. And at this moment, it seemed bright as a star.

As Enjolras and Feuilly started making their way toward them, Combeferre muttered Enjolras's words to himself once again, his gaze fixed on the clouds dotting the morning sky, now turning to a pale blue color.

"We shall be happy..."

That was what he thought later when he saw, down the street, the national guards bringing in not just one, but two cannons, and felt his heart miss a bit as the realization finally struck him.

None of them was going to make it out alive.

That was what kept him from screaming his heart out when he saw Gavroche fall down one time, then get up only to fall down again. Only a few meters away from the barricade, yet too far to run to him and bring the boy back to safety. All he could do instead was cling to Courfeyrac as hard as he could, refusing to let another of his friends die in front of his eyes.

That was the only thing that kept him from going mad as he had to watch, through his tears, Joly fall down, his face red with blood, followed shortly by Bossuet, shot trying to run to his best friend.

Those were the words he heard when the bullets pierced him, over the screams of his friends, over Enjolras yelling his name, over Courfeyrac's agonizing cry, as he looked up to the sky that was now as bright as his friend's smile had been, so little time ago. An eternity ago.

We shall be happy.

And even if he couldn't be here to see it, he knew it was a sight worth dying for.

#so for the context last year i decided i was gonna write a cool marius-centric fic for barricade day 2023 #well unsurprisingly it has been sitting in my drafys untouched for 12 months #so instead i wrote this today #hope you guys enjoy because i still really liked writing it !#barricade day #barricade day 2023 #les mis #les miserables #combeferre #courfeyrac #enjolras #barricade boys

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