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inarms · 10 days ago

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SOUNDTRACK ! A MUSE PLAYLIST STUDY ! ↳ list 5 songs that you associate with your muse ! . . . ( bonus: include lyrics if you'd like )

track one: dead inside - younger hunger. i'm all talk with a thorn in my side / i got a real big heart that i'm willing to hide / you ask me what i want from life, i said to / make a lotta money and feel dead inside / make a lotta money and feel dead inside / make a lotta money and feel dead inside

track two: nemeses - jonathan coulton ( ft. john roderick ). being a brilliant man / going to great expense / devising a master plan / doesn't make much sense / unless you find the one you're destined to destroy / now that you're here i don't seem that crazy do i? / could it be that you need me / to keep you out, to run you faster / promise me you'll let me be / the one, the worst of all your enemies / pretending you're a friend to me / say that we'll be nemeses / ah yes, my old friend / you are a master of this game / the hidden blade when you pretend / that you don't even know my name / well played / sometimes it's hard to tell / if you even notice me / maybe it's just as well, it's better you don't see / the way i'm running just to keep your back in view / in your shadow waiting for the perfect moment

track three: wolf in sheep’s clothing - set it off & william beckett. beware, beware, be skeptical / of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold / deceit so natural / but a wolf in sheep's clothing is more than a warning / baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul? / no, sir, by the way, what the hell are morals? / jack be nimble, jack be quick / jill's a little whore, and her alibis are turning tricks / so could you tell me how you're sleeping easy? / how you're only thinking of yourself? / show me how you justify / telling all your lies like second nature / listen, mark my words, one day (one day) / you will pay, you will pay / karma's gonna come collect your debt

track four: big man, little dignity - paramore. well, well, well, look at you, don't you clean up nice? / bet it feels good to leave the past behind / your subscription to redemption has been renewed / you keep your head high, smooth operator in a shit-stained suit / big man (ooh), little dignity / big man (ooh), little dignity / no offense, but you, you got no integrity / big man (ooh), li-li-li-li-little dignity

track five: modern day cain - i don’t know how but they found me. a modern concussion / the room is on fire / you're an upstanding model of the modern day cain / with impeccable style / so now you've done a little wrong / and you need to be forgiven / by the vicar and the company you keep / and then you conjure up a fiction / to get the pretty girl to listen / this is the sin / that i will confess to release myself / from consequence and everyone can tell

#⧽ ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ study : you don't just go and kill a guy. you go after his legacy.#i love my justin playlist and will happily inflict it upon yall whenever possible :)

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rhithefella-sillytimes · 7 months ago

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Officer Wong and Roderick - Sins of the Offspring

A young man rushed throughout the empty street, his vision only illuminated by the streetlights above and the occasional stray unknowingly guiding his way with their natural light. Sweat soaked his face, and his eyes darted around for anyone or anything to hold onto.

"Oh.... ffffuck, what have I gotten myself into? Wh-why is this happening? What's going on? Shhhhit I think they're gaining up on me.", the man muttered to himself, holding his belongings tight in a death grip. Was he being robbed? Was that it? He doesn't know, but one thing is for certain.

He has to get away from them.

He keeps on running, almost tripping on a pothole cover a few times. He looks behind him, only to be discomforted by the sight of the street being veiled by almost complete darkness. He looks forward again, trying to keep up his pace or even run faster.

This goes on for a minute, before he sees a person appear in his peripheral view.

Oh, thank Arceus. Maybe they can help him on this.

He flails his arms around, hoping he gets their attention.

"HEY!!! OVER HERE!!"

It was a tiring, yet fun night for Roderick. He was just headed home from yet another of Jeremy's house parties. Sure, he's probably fumbled the bag with talking to Rachel yet again, but it wasn't so bad. He had fun, and that's what mattered for him.

Honestly, a shame Kev went home early. He said it was because he was feeling sick or something. Oh, whatever. I'll probably ask him about it tomorrow. I'm starting to get sleepy-

He hears something from the distance. Was that... yelling? And from who? He looks back, seeing a young man running towards him at top speed. He couldn't recognize the person due to most of their features being obscured by the dark environment. The person was yelling something he couldn't understand, and was waving both of his arms at him.

Confused, Roderick walks over to the young man's direction, catching him firmly. "Hey, what the fuck's going on? Why are you calling me?"

The man didn't answer much, only panting and coughing as he tried to catch his breath. He mustered to speak a little, though. "W-we have to run... we need to..."

"Uh... uh huh okay?", Rod nods his head in confusion. "Look, just take your time and tell me what's going on with you.", he continues as he led them to a nearby street light so that he can see this person clearer.

As soon as they went under the nearest streetlamp, Rod steadied the hyperventilating man and held him by the shoulders. Under the light, he could finally see the stranger much clearer. On the plus side, the person didn't seem to be injured, albeit very dirty. And almost instantly, Roderick noticed two things. For one, the stranger's face is red, pale, and drenched in sweat as if he'd ran a mile. As for the second thing he noticed...

Wait, isn't this that one guy who went missing after he ran away from home? It was all over the news months ago! What was his name again... right, it was Pierce, wasn't it? What the fuck is he doing here?

The stranger, now identified as 'Pierce', managed to steady his breath enough to talk to Roderick. "I-I... I need to go. I can't be here, I just... I just can't! I have to run! I need to get away from them!"

Roderick tried to get Pierce to speak more clearly. "Run? Run from who? From wha-"

"GET HIM, HOLLY!"

Before he could finish the question, he is interrupted as a voice echoed from a distance. Something hits Roderick's face, and it felt like a spiky slap to the face. It was almost like a tree branch hit him. He falls backwards and lands on his back as his face is graced with a new scratch across his cheek. Afterwards, he could hear Pierce screaming.

"NO! NO! PLEASE..."

He sat up just in time to see Pierce getting ensnared by a thorny vine. Pierce desperately tried to struggle against the thorns, but it just seemed to make things worse as this made the briars dig in deeper, almost tearing into his skin. Roderick hurried with standing up again, leaning forward to help Pierce escape from the thorns and branches holding him tight. Before he could do anything significant in the help, however, he heard the voice again. This time, it was much closer.

"Good job, girl!"

As he heard the voice again, the realization hit him. He knows who it was. It's someone he's known his whole life. But to be sure, he turned his head around, looking over at the direction of the sound.

And he was right. It was her. Officer Adelaide Wong. His aunt, accompanied by her roserade companion.

But this woman... it was almost a huge contrast from what he's used to. There is an expression of almost pure wrath on her face, mixed with what he could assume is disgust. Her hair, normally tied into a neat bun, is now a much messier version of it. With the way the streetlamp's lights bounced off the silver streaks in her hair, it looked a lot like a twisted ornament of rage.

He... would almost assume this was a stranger, if it weren't for everything about her lining up with how he remembers her. The tone of her voice, as well as the fact that her roserade is called Holly.

Officer Wong walked up to the two, watching Pierce closely as he struggled against the thorned lasso she put him in. She was about to tell Holly something but she pauses, finally noticing the presence of the fire trainer.

"Oh, Roddy, you're here. Why aren't you home yet? You know, your parents might be looking for you around this time...", she says, her melodic voice slightly masking any hints of rage. She took a paper towel from her pocket, before handing it over to him. "Sorry for hitting your face, you were getting in the way. Here. Go wipe the blood off."

Roderick cringed as he accepted the towel, pressing it against his face. He wasn't fond of the nickname, especially not said in a singsongy way like how she said it.

"What the fuck is this all about? What's gotten into you? What's with all this...", he gestures wildly at the environment before continuing, "BULLSHIT!?"

The lady hummed, tilting her head a little. "Oh, you know... I'm dealing with the trash tonight.", she says before nudging the ensnared boy on the ground. Pierce lets out a shreik, and tried to move. This was met with an instant regret as the elegant yet painful barbs dug more into him.

Confusion turned into fear, as a pit formed in his stomach when he saw this. "What the fuck? Why are you doing that to him?"

"Didn't you hear me clearly? I'm taking out the trash.", Adelaide repeated, before continuing. "This... piece of trash has been stealing so many antiques as of late."

"Please, let me go...", Pierce sobbed. "I promise, I won't- I-I won't snitch..."

Rod was taken aback. He hasn't seen her act like this. Well, he's seen her tendency to go off in a calm rage, but not to this extent. "Auntie, please let him go. You don't have to go this far, do you?"

"I don't think I've gone far enough, actually. You see, his parents let him get away with all this theft. They should be punished too."

She then looks at Rod.

"But if it'll comfort you, I'm not gonna kill him. And I guess I won't be hurting his parents. Seeing their son like this would be enough."

"Wait, you shouldn't-" Rod was about to finish what he said when he suddenly felt her grab him, shoving him towards the scared man.

"A-am I going to?", Rod stammered, looking up at Adelaide.

"No, silly. Look.", she responded, pointing to his bag. "Just take it from him, so that he knows how it feels to get something important taken from him."

"B-b-but what if he has something he needs in there?"

"Just take it, Rod.", the woman commands.

The trainer gulped, before reaching out to Pierce's bag. The boy understandably struggled to hold it close to him, his arms locked in a death grip. Blood had started to seep through his sleeves, and he yelped in pain before letting go.

As Roderick successfully pried it away, his aunt reached forward, gesturing to him to pass it to her.

He hesitantly gave the bag, and Adelaide rummaged around. She pulled out an ornate item, a music box of sorts. She smirked, placing it in her own bag. She then dropped the boy's bag, it and its contents falling in a disturbing thud.

She commanded Holly to let Pierce go, and finally, the vines and thorns quickly retracted, releasing Pierce in an uncharacteristic gentle manner.

"You did good, dear. Now, go home. It's getting late.", the lady said, walking off with the roserade like nothing happened.

Roderick nods, but as soon as she left his line of sight, he quickly leaned towards Pierce again. He reached out to him, helping him up. There were faint scratches across Pierce's body, as if he'd had a fight with some particularly feisty cat. His eyes are red with tears, and he was clearly very shaken from the encounter.

Rod then looked down at the bag, picking it up and handing it over to him. "I'm... sorry for that. I didn't know."

Pierce says nothing as he grabs the bag, holding it tight to himself. He looked away from Rod, clearly now afraid of him.

Rod understands. Just merely moments ago, he was wrestling his bag from him, it was reasonable for him not to be trusted now. But... he still has to help him. Or at least try.

Roderick then rummaged through his pockets for something. He's always been somewhat prepared for whenever he gets in trouble himself, so he's got to have something on him now.

From within his pockets, he pulls out a roll of gauze.

Perfect.

He tries to offer to cover Pierce's wounds, but Pierce shakes his head. He still accepts the roll though, and he covered his forearms with them by himself.

He gives him a slight smile of gratitude, and Rod watches as he walks off, headed to the nearest bus stop. Hopefully, he goes home.

#lounging in the cabin #fic req #cabin tales #roderick cabin tales #officer wong cabin tales #pierce cabin tales #tw injury #tw violence #ask game #asked and answered #cabin tales pokemon AU

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rmfpoetry · 3 months ago

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A Gothic love poem about devotion, decay, and the ache of memory. Two loves: one cruel, one kind. Both lost.

Poem by Roderick McLeod Foster.

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#gothic poetry #dark romance #aesthetic poetry #love and loss #original poetry #romantic gothic #poetry blog #tumblr poetry #emotional writing #haunting beauty #brides of the thorn #roderick mcleod foster #moonlit sadness #velvet decay #poem of the day

#poet #poetic #poetry #poets corner #poets on tumblr #poetscommunity #poetsandwriters #writers and poets

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brookstonalmanac · 15 days ago

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Birthdays 6.13

Beer Birthdays

William S. Gosset (1876)

Constant Vanden Stock (1914)

Charles W. Bamforth (1952)

Ashley Routson (1983)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Kat Dennings; actor (1986)

Chris Evans; actor (1981)

Dorothy L. Sayers; English writer (1893)

Ally Sheedy; actor (1962)

William Butler Yeats; English poet (1865)

Famous Birthdays

Tim Allen; comedian, actor (1953)

Luis Alvarez; physicist (1911)

Don Budge; tennis player (1915)

Fanny Burney; English writer (1752)

Doc Cheatham; jazz trumpeter (1905)

Christo; artist (1935)

Vieira da Silva; artist (1908)

Paul De Lisle; rock musician (1963)

Ralph Edwards; actor (1913)

Bobby Freeman; singer (1940)

Red Grange; Chicago Bears RB (1903)

Heinrich Hoffmann; artist (1809)

Ben Johnson; actor (1918)

Laura Kightlinger; comedian (1969)

Paul Lynde; comedian, actor (1926)

Malcolm McDowell; actor (1943)

Ashley & Mary-Kate Olsen; actors (1986)

Basil Rathbone; actor (1865)

Brande Roderick; model, actor (1974)

Carl Schmidt; German chemist (1822)

Winfield Scott; civil war general (1786)

Stellan Skarsgard; Swedish actor (1951)

Joseph Stella; artist (1877)

Samuel A. Taylor; playwright (1912)

Richard Thomas; actor (1951)

Nautica Thorn; adult actress (1984)

Leeann Tweeden; model (1973)

Si Zentner; jazz trombonist, bandleader (1917)

#Birthdays

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freesidexjunkie · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday but it's Friday

A small snippet of chapter 7 for Din'an All Elgara 💕 rough draft, WIP, etc etc (the chapter is almost entirely typed up now, just need to edit it into a version i can live with). For context, this takes place in Haven in the very early game.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“No,” he said with a little smirk. “No, I fear I am boring you with my prattle.”

Shit. “No! No, I was…” I was what? Lost in your eyes? Distracted by the warm timbre of your voice, by the shifting glow of the magic as you worked it with ease? “I was just… distracted by the Mark. The way it moves, and all.”

“Ah, of course,” he said, though his tone suggested that my wandering gaze had betrayed me.

I felt my cheeks grow warm as a nervous laugh escaped me. “Oh, shut up,” I said, pulling my hand away as I scooted back. “I was listening, for your information. I don’t get many chances to talk about magic like this back home. It’s just me and the Keeper, and sometimes giving lessons to the Second. Dalish magic is just…”

“Lacking in imagination?” He said.

I swatted him on the arm as I tried to suppress my own grin. He wasn’t far off, but I couldn’t just up and agree with him. “Watch it, you. Dalish magic can get plenty imaginative if you get on our bad side.”

Solas put his hands up in mock surrender. “Of course,” he said, “my apologies. I certainly would not want to be on the wrong end of one of your spells, at least.”

I rolled my eyes again, trying to give the impression that his approval of my spellwork only gave me the normal amount of butterflies. “I was going to say it’s very practical. Healing and day-to-day stuff. A few rituals. There’s less time to explore magical theory when you’re always on the move, trying to keep a clan healthy and safe.”

“Naturally,” he replied, folding his hands behind his back. Even in a war camp, he always managed to look so… regal. Like there was an elegant ease about him. “Well, it is gratifying to know that you aren’t just humoring me, then, by letting me drone on.”

I flashed a coy smirk, the feeling bubbling up in my chest lending me a bit of boldness. “Or maybe I just enjoy listening to you talk,” I said.

“I… ahem.” He looked away to clear his throat, and I almost swore I saw a bit of color rise in his cheeks. “Thank you, lethallan. Though I suspect you may be the first.”

“Besides yourself, you mean?”

That earned a real, honest-to-gods laugh from him as he threw his head back. “I see. You flatter me in one breath and humble me with the next. Like a rose, luring people in with beauty before pricking them with your thorns.”

Beautiful? I tried to calm the flipping in my stomach. He might have just meant beautiful words, after all; but…

“Please,” I responded, “I’m not that prickly.”

His teasing smile softened into something a bit more like fondness. “No, you are not,” he said. “You have a way about you of putting people at ease, I think.”

“Of course,” I replied, affecting a haughty air. “I’m a born diplomat, Solas.”

“Hm. I wonder if Lady Josephine would agree with that?”

Now it was my turn to be affronted as I clutched a hand to my chest. “Ha! Now who’s thorny?”

Before Solas could made any kind of reply, a young human boy ran up to us; one of the Inquisition’s scouts, if I remembered correctly. He bowed a bit awkwardly before addressing us. “Your Worship. Sister Leliana sent me to bring you to the Chantry. There’s been a… situation of sorts with the Chancellor."

Roderick. Of course. According to Cassandra, he was little more than a glorified clerk, but that hadn’t stopped him from calling for my righteous execution near hourly since I woke up. I groaned loudly as I got down from my spot. “Dread Wolf take me… Doesn’t he have anything better to do?”

I heard Solas snicker at my misfortunes from behind. “Would that I could assist, but I am not the ‘natural born diplomat,’ unfortunately.”

“Don’t be so quick to joke,” I warned. “He’s got a stick up his ass about heathen elven mages. I might tell him you’re here just to keep him out of my hair.”

The young scout spoke up again. “Apologies, my Lady, but I do believe it was somewhat urgent.”

“Right, yes. I’m coming,” I said with a sigh. I turned to speak to Solas as I walked back towards the Chantry. “Wish me luck. I’m sure he’s going to argue for wasting all your hard work again.”

“Dareth shiral, lethallan,” he replied with one last smile, picking up his book. “If you need anything further, I’ll be here.”

Feeling a bit emboldened, I threw a little smirk at him over my shoulder as I left. “Oh, I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

Anyways, thank you if you read this far!! Let me know what you think of it, if you have any thoughts? I hope to have the full chapter up by this weekend; if not, fingers crossed for early next week!!

#writing wip #wip wednesday #wip whenever #wip #dragon age fanfiction #solas dragon age #solasmance #solas x female lavellan #solas x inquisitor #solas x oc #solas #dai solas #sarissa #din'an all elgara #solavellan #solas fanfic

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pinescrow · 10 months ago

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Day nine of #30dhs: 586/100

Was thinking about a bg3 AU for Roderick today... I think Roderick and Astarion have a lot in common but when it comes to "freedom" given by the tadpoles they handle it WIDLY differently. So I think they would actually be a massive thorn in each other's side in act one.

Interested in doing the challenge with me? Check out this post here!

#30dhs #30dayshassept #shadowfell of moorwart #roderick the crow #au #bg3 #astarion #the boys are FIGHTTTTINNNNG...#anywho i do not ship these two because they both need the same kind of partner to really recover from their own trauma #and neither can be what the other needs so they're just both bonding #vibing if you will

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diskaywrites · 10 months ago

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𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙁****** 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙈𝙮 𝙎𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩 #𝟭𝟭: 𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙚 𝘽𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘿𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙤𝙣 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙭 𝙅𝙤𝙚 𝙃𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙮 𝙈𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙊𝙛: 𝘿𝙖𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙖 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙮 (𝙊𝘾) 𝙑𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚: 𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙣

.✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽✦✽..✽✦✽.◦.✽

It wasn't that Dalton Castle wasn't proud of the man he once called his tag team partner. On the contrary, Dalton had never been prouder. Joe Hendry had taken the world by storm with one little song. It was remarkable how he had exploded onto the public scene, seemingly overnight. To the world, Joe Hendry was destined to be a star.

And yet here Dalton sat, unable to do the one thing he loved since the injury but watching those he loved live that life.

The match with Roderick Strong had left Dalton unable to compete for the rest of the year. It broke his heart, between watching his husband Dakota Heraldry make his return to the ring for the death match scene in the UK and Joe's rise, to see others living the only life he had ever wanted. So, in an effort to find something to do while his husband was in the UK, Dalton had decided that for once he was going to be the annoyance in Joe's life.

The dirt sheets would have a field day if they caught word of Dalton showing up backstage for a company he didn't work for, especially during a major premium live event like No Mercy. He knew he should lay low, dress to blend in, but he was 𝑫��𝒍𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆. Subtlety had never been his strong suit. The blue sequin jumpsuit was matched with albino peacock feathers, one of the trademarks of his looks, to match the colors that Joe would wear in the main event. Even if the cameras wouldn't be focused on him, it was no reason for Dalton to dress like a slob in his eyes.

His perfectly manicured hand rasped against the door of the locker room that had Joe's name taped to the door, a perk of being in the main event. He gave a warm grin as the door opened, Joe standing before him with a puzzled look, "Dalton?"

Dalton beamed, outstretching his arms to his sides with a wide grin, "Joe!"

"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆?"

It was Dalton's turn to look confused. The statement hadn't sounded as excited as Dalton had planned it out in his head. In fact, the statement sounded familiar. Joe sounded almost like Dalton did when he...wait...

Joe was 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 annoyed by his presence!

"You don't sound happy to see me, Joe," Dalton huffed, blowing a strand of chestnut brown hair out of his face, "why is that?"

"You didn't tell me ya were comin'," Joe rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest, "What am I supposed to sound like?"

"Happy that I graced you with my presence!" Dalton protested, hands on his hips, "Like I w-"

"You're never happy when I just show up!" Joe interrupted, raising a finger to jab into Dalton's chest, "𝐘𝐎𝐔 always sound annoyed to see 𝐌𝐄!"

"Well 𝐘𝐎𝐔 always show up at the wrong time!" Dalton poked Joe in the chest back, "𝐈 show up at the right time!"

The two men stood fuming, watching each other with heaving chests before Joe spoke up, "You're here to watch me become champ?"

Dalton gave a sharp nod, "I'm here to watch you be the champ you've always deserved to be."

Joe moved forward, wrapping his arms around Dalton for a tight hug, "I'm glad to have you here, you absolute annoyance."

"And I'm always glad to be there for the ever constant thorn in my side."

#diskay writes #dalton castle #joe hendry #nxt fan fiction #nxt fiction #nxt imagine #c: dalton castle #c: joe hendry

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kuri-crocus · 1 year ago

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Results: A David Tennant bf/gf for a Michael Sheen character

I made a result post for the GO3 wishes. So here are the results for the Good Omens Extended Universe shipping polls as well. These are the results for Michael's characters. Here are the results for David's characters. It doesn't mean to be the end: I am still open for requests for other characters...

1. Aro -279 votes-

Most popular match: Peter Vincent (35.8%)

2. Barty Crouch Jr. (30.5%), 3. Crowley (11.5%), 4. Giacomo Casanova (8.6%), 5. Richard II (7.5%), 6. The Doctor (5.7%) 0.4% voted for other characters (not specified)

2. Lucian -262 votes-

Most popular match: Peter Vincent (43.1%) again!

2. Barty Crouch Jr. (18.3%), 3. Crowley (9.9%), 4. Kilgrave/Kevin Thompson and the Doctor (9.5% each), 5. Giacomo Casanova (6.1%), 6. Campbell Bain (2.3%) 1.1% voted for other characters (not specified)

3. Miles Maitland -241 votes-

Most popular match: Campbell Bain (43.1%)

2. Ginger Littlejohn (22.4%), 3. Phileas Fogg (15.4%), 4. The Doctor (11.6%), 5. Crowley (10%), 6. Peter Vincent (5.4%) 7. Jean-François Mercier (4.6%) 8. Hector Heldane (0.8%) 2.1% voted for other characters (not specified)

4. Martin Whitly -190 votes-

Most popular match: Dave Tiler (28.6%)

2. Simon Yates and Donald Peterson (23.8 % each), 3. James Arber 14.3%), 4. Doug McLeod (9.5%)

If you scrolled until here you deserve this fact: Until now we have 6 mutual couples where the character won the other ones poll and vice versa: Aro x Peter Vincent, Alec Hardy x Bill Masters, Campbell Bain x Miles Maitland, Roland Blum x Aiden Hoynes, Giacomo Casanova x Robbie Ross and Peter Carlisle x Colin Lawes!

#good omens extended universe #michael sheen #david tennant

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 8 months ago

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From prompt list

That's simply rock 'n' roll, baby.

Thorne Jamison x Peter Vincent (or Roderick Peterson)

P.s I’m curious to see who you would pair with David’s rivals character (I’m down for anyone seriously, lol)

I think Tony might work best with Roland Blum, I feel like their energies would make for an interesting dynamic.

Going with Thorne and Roderick because I love these two together and it's been ages since I've written anything for this ship.

On with the fic!

"This is very, very inappropriate, Thorne!" Roderick hissed, shoving the man back from trying to ravish his neck.

"I don't think so." Thorne smirked, moving closer once more, a hand grabbing at the waistband of Roderick's pants, trying to pull the tucked-in shirt out. His hand was slapped away and he looked up at a flushed, ruffled Roderick, who was not happy.

"Thorne, we are in a school right now! During hours!" His boyfriend snarled, trying to keep his voice down as he glanced about.

Thorne looked about, seeing that the hallway of the theater was empty, it was just the two of them. From what he could tell, none of the lights were on in any of the classrooms either, so it's all good. He told Roderick this, but the taller man still looked annoyed.

"Come on," Thorne grinned, leaning in closer to Roderick, kissing his chin, "even I know it ain't time for you to be wavin' about your hands to music. Well, not unless if you wanna do that while I've got you-"

"Thorne!"

"But seriously, music man, let's have a bit of fun before you have to go be borin' and serious! You know you love it when I help you loosen up a bit before work, even if it leaves you all blushin' and your shirt's buttoned up wrong."

Roderick groaned, rolling his eyes. He reached up to remove his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. Thorne waited for him to stop being an annoyed stick-in-the-mud, smirking when those pretty brown eyes looked at him. "How is it that you can work your charms on me when you simply have no charm whatsoever?"

"That's simply rock 'n' roll, baby!" Thorne laughed and pulled Roderick back from the wall he had been pressing him against. "Now, how about we take this to your office? Since you think it's a bad idea to do anything fun on the stage."

#good omens extended universe #john's drabbles #thorne jamison x roderick peterson

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unwe11 · 2 years ago

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( evan roderick + male + he/him ) ⸻ meet cameron huxley. the lawyer at glen ellen law is glen ellen's very own nepo baby, who has been in town for twenty eight years. while they are only twenty eight, they can be very tactless but if their friends mentioned them, you'd think they were more resilient. in a town where every one knows everyone, it's hard to keep a secret, but i think the killer knows that he [ ... ], and it's bound to get out sometime soon.

basics:

full name: cameron huxley nicknames: cam gender: cismale pronouns: he/him sexuality: bisexual age: 28 (october 25th) zodiac sign: scorpio residence: lives in a condo by himself occupation: lawyer inspiration: carmy berzatto (the bear), jay white (aew), emily thorne (revenge), thomas shelby (peaky blinders), eddie brock (marvel), annalise keating (how to get awy with murder)

appearance:

height: 1.85 m piercings: an earring on the left side which he doesn’t wear often anymore other distinguishing features: has light freckles around his nose and cheeks which come out more in summer

personality:

traits: spoiled, lies more often than he doesn’t – mostly for his own benefit, resilient, comes across distant and cool because trust and daddy issues have taken over, irresponsible, fails to find good words to describe his feelings, sleeps in late when he can, prone to unhealthy coping mechanisms to keep his mind busy, bitter that he did not get to follow a career that he actually likes, gets stubborn when he feels pushed into a corner mental health: 4/10 physical health: 9/10 likes: playground hours with babygirl, the color blue, wine over beer, night over day time, silly humor, rock music dislikes: responsibility, family time with the parents, university from the inside,being asked too many questions fears: the fear to disappoint again, the fear that ‘this was it – this is life now’ hobbies: ice hockey, bar hopping skills: writing – whether it’s letters, poems, stories, ice skating, running, persuading people, keeping secrets pet peeves: jaw cracking, strangers standing too close, facetime or calls on speaker in public

faves:

ice cream flavour: chocolate time of the day / night: night weather: crisp winter days breakfast food: eggs benedict dinner food: pasta tartufo colours: blue songs: don’t you remember – s4lvati0n

bio & about: ( tw cheating )

cameron has a good heart however, it is often corrupted by expectations others have in him that he wishes to fulfill but feels like he cannot. before even getting together with his girlfriend, his father was prone to push him into the family profession when he had dreams of his own and wished for a career in sports. since he is an only child however, dad would not allow him to chase after it. as a silent apology dad would always make sure to spoil his son, opening him all doors necessary to become a lawyer – even if that meant unusual ways to get cam to graduate and find a job. the ultimate goal, the big case dad wants him to get on and win: put the mysterious killer of glen ellen behind bars! all while maintaining a facade of a perfect family, of course, which is why when cam gets caught cheating on his girlfriend in a club he ends up doing nothing to protect him – too disappointed to intervene. once the pictures hit the internet, social media did its thing and the family would start distancing from cam.

for cam, there’s just one way to regain father’s benevolence: do what he wishes until he’s forgiven.

even though he has brought the situation upon himself, getting caught in the act has made cameron paranoid in public settings and the knowledge of a callous serial killer wandering amongst them who he is supposed to get sentenced ( as wished by his dad ) does necessarily help with that. as a reaction to the paranoia cam has gotten secretive and lies to get himself out of situations that make him feel unsafe ( or any situation in general, really ). he has never lived outside of glen ellen but with the rope slowly tightening around his neck the question remains … fight or flight ? and with his daughter still reminding him that there is love left in his heart and someone more than worth to keep fighting for … he will.

history:

things weren’t always like this. cam wasn’t always like this. wasn’t always so distant, so reserved, so disinterested, so self-centered. and while he had learned to detach himself from that old self, from that young boy who’d make his parents with silly faces, made his friends care because they could count on him, because he wore his heart on his sleeve … while kept all of it a faint memory … it was still there within him – buried beneath the cruelty of adulthood, of growing up before he’d been ready for it.

they had finished school, excited for their future – high school sweethearts, sworn to stay together no matter what. the challenge before them though, too much for two young adults who still had to find the right direction, still figured out who they wanted to be. nine months later cam had just agreed to follow in his fathers footsteps, had gotten into university to gain a degree in law – to be prepared for the responsibility that they both faced now. parenthood. truly, money was not the issue in it. it never was. before they could run short, dad would be there, mom would write a check – nah. money wasn’t it even though they were students still.

pressure grew. and that truly became an issue. pressure for good grades to make his family happy, pressure to spend as much time as possible with his girlfriend and daughter, pressure to maintain social standards and the pressure of having all those eyes on him that expected him to carry on his family legacy.

the more cam got caught in the pressure … the more distance he felt to her, the more distance he felt to himself and the lesser he felt like he could be himself. the world he was born into wasn’t made for lovers, wasn’t made for goofy boys who got by with their charm. and it was the world his daughter was born into as well. it was the world the huxley family had created.

one time. cameron slips one time and it costs him everything. just a night out with the boys, just a little distraction from the pressure, from the expectations, from it all. she is beautiful. the way she dances for him, her hands on him, her voice in his ear, her lips against his .. so easy to get lost in it. easy until someone’s flash goes off as they take a picture of him and the woman who definitely wasn’t his girlfriend – position promising enough to tell what direction their dance was headed in to.

it was tough to tell which part of it all was the worst: watching her move out with their daughter, father’s response to it or the burning hangover as cam tried to sit through it all.

things change after that. cameron changes after that. buries a version of himself that had no place left in this world – buries undigested feelings, unresolved situations, buries all that the money of his family cannot solve because in truth … fixing what he had broken is too frightening to try.

#bludsintro #m. cameron huxley

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