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discourse-slenderman · 9 months ago

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I Come To Request Information For The Purpose Of Collection And Archival Of Slendlr And Adjacent. Would You Be So Kind As To Help Me Upon my Quest of Knowledge?

If So, Please Answer The Following Questions Below.

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Character's Name/Aliases:

Nicknames (If Any, And By Who If Specific.):

Gender And Pronouns:

Orientation (If applicable.):

Are They A Slenderman (Regardless Of Gender), Slenderfolk, Slenderbeing Or Adjacent/Other/NA:

Status (Alive, Undead, A clone, Etc.):

Relationships (Romantic or Queerplatonic If Applicable):

Familial Relationships: (If Applicable):

Additional Relationships, Please Specify (Ex. Friends, Allies, Enemies):

Are They 'Related To/Based On' Any Specific Animal/Creature/Plant/Etc (Real Or Fantasy If Applicable):

The Character's Gimmick Beyond Being A Slender (If Applicable):

Is The Character And Adjacent Blog A Lore Heavy Blog:

Any Fun Facts You Think Are Important To Note:

Is There An Image/Drawing You Are Ok with The Archivist Using As A Visual Reference Of the Character Alongside The Written Archived Information Provided?

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Thank You For Your Time And For Answering What Questions You Felt Comfortable Providing Answers For. Have A Good Day.

,Sincerely The Archivist.

(( 1. Character names/aliases: Discourse/Discourse Slender(“man”) —they also have a deadname but I don’t know if this applies to that? <:D

2. Nicknames: disco(anon), disco birdy(anon), dandelion/dandie(flirtatious), that-fucking-bird-that-I-hate(mod), others I can’t remember. and every insult in existence /silly

3. Gender and pronouns: ..shrug.. and any/all! (note: the pronouns most frequently used by them are they/them)

4. Orientation: Skipping because mod genuinely doesn’t know.. I am not the most knowledgeable with terms..

5. Are they a slenderfolk: Yeah they’re a slender :]

6. Status: Alive as of now <33

7. Relationships: in a romantic relationship with Flirtatious-slenderman, and Absurdly-Tall-Flirty to an extent

8. Familial relationships: They have a familial relationship with their proxies/crows.

9. Additional relationships: they are close friends with Pink-slender, friends to an extent with Eviler, possible acquaintances with Icelandic-slenderwoman, petty rivals with LearningFrench-slenderman, and the relationship regarding Hero is complicated, though they’ve made acquaintances with the alternative timeline hero recently.

10. Are they related to any specific creature: They’re a slenderfolk-animal hybrid, primarily mixed with a crow (and also with various traits inspired by other different animals) (the crow species of which they are based off of is the American crow)

11: Character’s gimmick beyond being a slender: think of a loud commentary-drama YouTuber mixed with a professional news reporter also mixed with a (questionably sane) theorist

Collect their discourse

12. Lore blog/character?: They are/the blog is a mix of lore and silly

13. Fun facts:

• They have a certain tattoo somewhere on them now(via anon magic)

•they were originally 5’4ft but had an inch permanently taken(anon magic) so now they’re 5’3ft

•they are obsessed with shiny objects/trinkets and are easily distracted by them. They have a tendency to steal shiny things. They enjoy having shiny glitter on everything.

•their blood can be poisonous if consumed in large quantities (say, like if you drank all the blood in their arm)

•they like Garfield The Cat

•they like Goldfish crackers; their favorite flavor being the flavor-blasted kind

•Discourse has taught their self the Nixon Dimension language, and has multiple notebooks dedicated to it

•their tentacle microphones act as lie detectors when spoken into

•they choose to eat physical food for fun, but they don’t really need to, since their true diet is other’s emotions. Each emotion tastes different to them; their favorite being anger

•they have a non-attached glittery microphone they carry around with them

• their color symbolism is orange

I also have like a GAJILLION more fun facts with them honestly

Visual references!!:

And would you like anything on their variant(s) as well? /nf :]

{Moving on to Their Crows/Proxies:}

( Discourse’s murder is quite large; only a select few have been named. )

1. (Mentioned) Names: Pasta, Bloodshot, Tubberware

2. “Nicknames”: The/Discourse’s Murder(generally), My Proxies/Crows (Discourse), Mama Pasta (mod referring to Pasta specifically )

3. Gender and pronouns: the crows don’t really have a set concept of gender, per se, but they do have pronouns they’re referred to as!

Pasta: She/Her

Bloodshot: It/Its

Tubberware: He/Him/Tey/Te

4. Are they slender: other (Crows)

5. Status: all alive

6. Relationships: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

7. Familial Relationships: Eachother/the rest of the murder, Discourse

8. Additional Relationships: Some of the murder were fond of the Hero from this dimension (and some were not), and most of the crows like Flirtatious. (Note: In general, the crows are quite docile or neutral, unless prompted otherwise. Or unless it’s Bloodshot.)

9. Creature?: crows

10. Lore?: There’s some lore (seeing at they are lore in of themselves), but the murder is very sillayyy

11. Fun facts:

•There are probably atleast 50 of them.

•There have been about 3 generations of the crow family so far, all staying with Discourse.

•All of the crows have extended lifetimes due to Discourse’s presence.

•The crows are the only birds not automatically turned aggressive from Discourse’s influence/existence.

•Discourse has every crow’s needs, likes, personalities, and overall everything memorized.

•They all wear personalized bandanas and badges made by Discourse.

•Some of them act as messengers for Discourse.

12. Specific Funfacts:

•Pasta is very motherly and friendly; Her bandana has a gingham-yellow and white pattern, and her badge says her name with “food critic” written underneath it! She is also one of the messenger crows. She is the most articulative crow, knowing more words than the rest, and is the only one who knows how to write sentences, let alone words. This is due to Discourse teaching her.

•Tubberware is a bit clumsy.. but tey mean well! Tey have a green, blue and white gingham-bandana, and their badge says their name with “Motivator” underneath it! Tey can’t write due to tem constantly dropping the pencil. Tey also have a tendency to nest in cabinets and- you guessed it- tubberware dishes!

•Bloodshot is a very.. energetic nestling. It has a red and black fire-patterned bandana; It has no badge as of now. It loves shiny knives and weapons. It is also the most likely to peck your eyes out, since it’s verryyyy territorial. It is also easily distracted. And it keeps getting into the illegal fireworks

(There are no available visuals of any of the crows yet, not even of the named ones)

{ Important note: Any info here may be subject to change! }

And last but not least of all, thank you!! I hope you have a nice day/evening/night! :D

-the mod 💙))

#ooc #dmod #long post #((thanks! :>))#((hope this is alright!! :]))#((THAT FUCKING BIRD THAT I HATE <3))#((I have. so much info on them I didn’t even put it all on here))#((guess who my favorite normal crow is /silly))#((feel free to ask anything else as well :3))

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witchkillr · 8 months ago

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A LOOSE TIMELINE OF EVENTS, or: how agat.ha hark.ness became arguably the most wanted witch in western history. this timeline is heavily headcanon-based and does not adhere to aaa especially strictly, though that is its primary influence.

1675-1693. the harkness baby is born cursed, or so her mother says. she is a strange child from her first moments. she never cries, never, and develops into an insatiable hunger for knowledge that eclipses all else: friendship, community, caring. this is due in part to her strange and dangerous power, which she seeks to control and which, when it manifests, becomes a lightning rod for her mother's abuse and neglect. it is otherwise, quite simply, in her nature.

in 1693, she is put on trial before her coven for the crimes of stealing "knowledge beyond her age and station" and "practicing dark magick". they attack her, she siphons them to death and in so doing, attracts the attention of "rio", whose identity she won't discern until later.

for the next 60 years, she runs a variety of cons across new england. in that time, the salem seven grow up and come looking, leaving agatha to a nomadic lifestyle that suits her snake oil saleswoman persona just fine, actually. she continues to run into (and slowly fall in love with) rio consistently.

eventually she runs out of towns to flee to that a. don't see her as a fraud and b. won't attract the attention of the seven, so she bargains her way aboard a trade vessel, billing herself as a protection witch who can ensure clear skies and safe passage.

1753-1796 are spent becoming one of the more infamous lady pirates in history. she has a myth to rival blackbeard's, and not only makes a killing in gold, but in knowledge, too - she captures witches in transit, tortures them for information, and steals all the interesting books from aristocratic vessels for herself, leaving piles of bodies for her beloved to enjoy.

this pattern grows boring after a time, and so she settles in the english countryside with her newfound wealth, eventually coming to own a sizeable estate in london (~1813). having just turned the corner on her second century, she still appears young enough to be bombarded with countless questions as to her marriage prospects. at rio's sultry suggestion, she puts a viscount under her spell, marries him, and kills him within the year.

the widow harkness makes a series of wise investments, here, that will pay dividends well into her future.

it is the second husband's suspiciously tragic death (~1840) that renders mayfair inhospitable for agatha. having heard whispers of a witching settlement on the american frontier, she and rio settle awhile in the forests of colorado.

nicholas is born in 1856, at which point agatha's relationship with rio becomes irrevocably strained, but she keeps that from their son as best she can, moving properly into new salem with him.

agatha loses her son, (effectively) divorces her wife and acquires the darkhold in 1862. in her rage and grief, she razes new salem to the ground (but allows the children to go free - this is a mistake she will make over and over again) and goes looking for the next place to assimilate into.

that place is new orleans, where she promptly starts up a deeply homoerotic feud with marie laveau while she dedicates herself to studying the darkhold. the family will hate her for generations to come, despite her enduring fondness for zoe.

the titanic and hindenburg are rituals, designed to unlock the full potential of the book of the damned. the fact that her ex-wife is drawn to both tragedies is an unfortunate side effect. in between the two, she spends some time doing silent films.

she spends the 1940s in nyc, working on and off as a consultant for the us army thanks to peggy carter's recruitment efforts. (yes, that is code for "they fucked nasty", thank you to that one poster for putting it so eloquently)

the most important thing about the 1950s for agatha is her car, and an unfortunate run-in with the sorcerer supreme in tibet.

for the next twenty years, she's really into the music scene. dolly parton, then lorna wu. only one of those seductions was successful. bet you can't guess which.

it's about here that she becomes a two time poker world champion, gambling a select portion of her vast fortune and cheating only a little. when she isn't in vegas, she has a penthouse in berlin.

yes, she is a card-carrying member of dykes on bikes. yes, she does have a harley hotrod with purple flames on the sides.

it's pretty much the usual scum and villainy until the snap. agatha does not blip. she is a cockroach. she doesn't know whether it was pure luck, the darkhold, or rio looking out for her somewhere, but she spends those four years taking advantage of desperate, lonely witches looking to use the road to get their loved ones back.

enter wanda maximoff. the rest, as they say, is history.

#FINALLY FINISHED THIS (enough to be okay with posting it)#a whole month after i said i would lol #meta.

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erisluna35ocblog · 1 year ago

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Characterization Across AUs: Fiona Kuznetsov

Overprotective and fiercely loyal. Especially towards Keagan. Granted, he's an idiot with no self preservation.

Her family has ahigh social status, but that's only because one of her parents worked hard to earn it. She's more of a nouveau riche.

Because of this, she can act pretty rough around the edges despite being a rich girl.

Hates dresses and overly girly things, something she's always at odds with her father about.

However she does like fashion and has an eye for aesthetics - the thing is, her taste leans towards badass (punk, skaters, edgy, suits, knights, armor, metals... it depends on the setting).

Gender noncomforming. Some AUs take this to another level and make her nonbinary. The only constant is her super feminine appearance clashing with her more stereotypically masculine preferences.

Infamous as a bully hunter at school. Also as well known for her beautiful, fae-like appearance.

Strong despite her looks and size. Will kick your ass if provoked. But under that tough guy facade, she's got a more vulnerable and sensitive and understanding side.

This is why she's so image conscious. She doesn't like being perceived as delicate or weak.

One with the highest moral grounds in the main cast. Yes, she's kinder than Shizuke. Very chivalric, cause her concept was based on a knight in shining armor.

The foe the main hero dreads to fight. She's that scary strong. Heaven help them if she gets a power up - which she most likely will get.

Whenever someone important to her is keeping secrets, she chases them down for answers. They can play dumb all they want, but she can always tell... She is a sensitive person after all.

Finding out that secret always ends in some kind of disaster. There's a reason that important person hid it form her to begin with. They didn't want to, but they know her too well. She meant well, only wanting to protect them. She won't react in the best way. They saw that coming and were trying to protect her from herself.

Has a knight and/or bird motiff. Loves blue, black and silver metals. Ice and/or metal are elements most tied to her.

She'll feel like she failed to protect people in all AUs. Especially Keagan, she can't save him from everything. This fractures her confidence in herself. This is why she is overprotective.

Her arc will always include her rebuilding herself image, and not base her entire worth on this.

Whenever Keagan is accused of committing horrible acts, she's quick to defend him and believe he's innocent.

Keagan and Shizuke are the only ones she would trust to show her more vulnerable side to. Blair and Blake eventually get there through the story.

Team work with Blair always starts off rough for the same reasons Shizuke didn't get along with the real Blair at first: clashing morals and how they do things. They always end up as good friends after that.

She gets along better with her brother Gavril's girlfriend than Gavril himself.

Her powersets lets her create weapons. Otherwise, she's considered stronger than average.

While her relationship with Shizuke can carry a lot of romance tropes (she protects him from bullies, he takes care of her, she's his motive or inspiration for his heroic arc, childhood friends who would never abandon each other etc.), they remain strictly platonic. Blair was jealous of this for a while.

Damien and Natalia always start off on her hit list and rarely get close to her, even though they're on the same side. They could get along someday but it's never on the same level as she is with the twins whom she opens up to.

She and Natalia fought over a boy at some point. Context may vary, it doesn't necessarily have to be as love rivals. Ironically, it was more mutual and actively prickly when it was over Shizuke than any other guy.

She and Damien got off on the wrong foot - she first meets him as a bully. Made worse when he picked on Shizuke. She kicked his ass over it. Damien used to have a crush on her, that's part of why he picked on Shizuke in the first place (Keagan was always out of reach).

#fuyu kuznetsov #ml au #og story

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beardedmrbean · 3 months ago

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Barrel bombs believed to contain a highly flammable liquid have been used in airstrikes in South Sudan as escalating violence pushes the world's newest country to the brink of another civil war, the UN has said.

The comments by Nicholas Haysom, head of the UN mission in South Sudan, follow recent fighting between the army and a rebel militia, known as the White Army, at a military base in the northern town of Nasir in oil-rich Upper Nile State.

Since the White Army overran the base, there had been persistent aerial bombardment causing "significant casualties and horrific burns", he said.

"A conflict would erase all the hard-won gains made since the 2018 peace deal was signed," he warned.

"It would devastate not only South Sudan but the entire region, which simply cannot afford another war," Mr Haysom said.

The government has not responded to the barrel bomb allegations.

President Salva Kiir and his rival Vice-President Riek Machar agreed in August 2018 to end a five-year civil war that killed nearly 400,000 people.

But over the last seven years their relationship has become increasingly strained amid ethnic tensions and sporadic violence.

In early March, several of Machar's most senior allies were arrested by security forces, which his allies called a "grave violation" of the peace deal.

This followed the clashes between the military and the White Army, which fought alongside Machar during the civil war that erupted in 2013 - not long after the country had gained its independence from Sudan.

"In retaliation, communities across Upper Nile are being subjected to persistent aerial bombardment using devices, barrel bombs, allegedly containing a highly flammable liquid that acts as an accelerant on explosion," Mr Haysom said.

"These indiscriminate attacks on civilians are causing significant casualties and horrific injuries, especially burns."

Such allegations were first made last week by local leaders in Upper Nile.

James Gatluak Lew, Nasir county commissioner, told the BBC that state forces and their allies had carried out "chemical bombardments".

Local media reported that ethyl acetate, a highly flammable chemical compound, was found at the attack sites.

In an earlier interview with the BBC, Edmund Yakani, the head of a local non-governmental organisation, said he had heard similar reports.

Eyewitnesses, including local community leaders and business informants, had told his Community Empowerment for Progress Organisation (CEPO) about the use of "unusual weapons", he said.

Government spokesman Michael Makuei confirmed there had been a military operation in Upper Nile last week, insisting "the bombardment was strictly against White Army positions and did not harm civilians".

But Mr Haysom said civilians, including women and children, had been greatly affected, with an estimated 63,000 people forced to flee their homes.

He added that such violence was escalating as the country drew closer to elections, expected next year.

"Rampant misinformation, disinformation and hate speech is also ratcheting up tensions and driving ethnic divisions, and fear," he said.

The UN mission, which oversees an estimated 18,000 peacekeepers in South Sudan, was engaging in intense shuttle diplomacy to try and prevent a return to civil war, Mr Haysom added.

Meanwhile, Machar has accused neighbouring Uganda of violating the UN arms embargo on South Sudan by conducting airstrikes in the country.

In a letter seen by the Reuters news agency and addressed to the UN, the African Union and the regional bloc Igad, Machar said Uganda's military intervention in South Sudan had violated the peace deal.

"The Ugandan forces are currently taking part in air strikes against civilians in counties of Nasir, Longechuk and Ulang in Upper Nile State, and Akobo County in Jonglei State," it said.

Earlier this month, Uganda said it had deployed troops to South Sudan at the request of President Kiir's government, though Juba has denied this.

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angelic-dew · 3 years ago

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yandere! komi shoko headcannons !

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 💌 ୧・request :: Hello <3 I hope your doing well!!! By chance-- do you write for Komi Can't Communicate????? Can I get yan Komi hc's?? If not it's fine I understand -o-

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🍡 ୧・author's note :: yes, I do take requests for this fandom and many others I haven't listed as yet (sorry on my part.) <3

✧༉‧₊˚୨ 🍨 ୧・pairing :: komi shoko x g/n! Reader (you/your pronouns)

✧༉‧₊˚୨ ✖ ୧・trigger warnings :: isolation, stalking, murder, yandere, jealousy, rivalry and grammar mistakes. if you are sensitive towards these topics, dni.

⚝Just a reminder I don't tolerate nor do I encourage the following topics in reality; I like keeping it strictly to fiction

🍡.It's not that easy nor is common for someone such as Komi to fall that deeply for another but it doesn't mean it isn't impossible but she has to trust or have some connection from before/in the past.

🍨. Probably a childhood friend (before middle school and/or before middle school) for some kind of relationship or you either had a similar interaction like Tadano. Either way, you have managed to charm her.

give me a chance~

🍡. At first she just...stared. You know the stare I'm talking about.

🍨. It's usual for Shouko to do this after all you've known her for quite some time so it's not anything out of the ordinary,, it was really a simple crush nothing more, sure she may have stared at you but it's Komi

🍡. But soon that itself became overbearing, there were always eyes piercing through you every breath, blink, movement you made Shouko observed. Everything, she may have the best memory but when it comes to you, you mean everything.

"I love you more than slitting your enemies' throat"

🍨. Komi starts to act delusional (although not detected based on her calm and quiet demeanor) thinks that every action you do is for her. You've been a good friend/significant other treating her with so much kindness, the simplest things such as assisting her to carry some books,, you're doing this for her you are her's. Why should you help the others as well?

🍡. Then comes the clinginess. She needs to be with you it's a must be with her you are only hers you just don't know it yet. She would even make up excuses of a sleepover to see you more often. The only moment you're alone is in the bathroom and even there she's outside the door waiting patiently.

"I don't mind being around you, but I do mind if others are"

🍨. Komi is a very calculated person tho, she has no idea what she's actually doing,, yet every gesture is precise and calculated with the excuse of her just liking you. Sooner or later Komi will become a third arm.

🍡. shows her affection and love you in...ways. Nothing too out of the regular mostly gift-giving since she can't really talk ( doesn't want to) and the next way is taking things of value from you such as hairpins, fav T-(shirt), pens things like that to make a shrine of you, which she keeps hidden in God knows where.

"Stay with me please"

🍨. If you were to confront Komi on any of these topics she would deny it immediately. With an excuse along the lines of, "I just like to be around you" "I'm annoying aren't I, I knew someone such as wouldn't like a freak like me"; now she knows what she's doing

🍡. To be fair she can't really talk around anyone but it is far worse with; there's always a slight blush on her face. Not to mention Ren hates your guts.

"...."

🍨. Now, as for rivals, she doesn't kill them, no. Her method is far safer and more strategic,, something like in yandere simulator where Ayano weakens/destroy's the relationship between the rivals and Senpai each week. Yeah that's what she does

🍡. Shouko would never ever kidnap you however, she will do the closest thing to that, isolates you. You don't realize how much she controls your life.

"it's better if you stay here with me. I don't like when others look at you that way."

🍨. Eventually, you would see nothing but Komi. She is everywhere; she's the only one that stuck by your side when no one would, all she did was love you was it so hard to return those feelings back? Shouko lives for you everything is done specifically for you.

🍡. In the end, you either accept her feelings and play it safe; or have an even more overbearing Komi following you everywhere whose

tendencies are growing more violent every day.

#komi shouko #komi #komi san wa communication shougai desu.#komi san anime #komi san can't communicate #komi can't communicate #yandere komi #x y/n #yandere komi can't communicate #komi-chan #komi san manga #komi shousuke #komi san #komi cant communicate

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dnfao3tags · 3 years ago

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Do you have any fics where Dream and George are roommates in boarding school?

only the first 2 fit for roommates + boarding school au :/ third one isnt exactly boarding school but its close and the rest r either boarding school aus or roommate fics

boarding school au

— pine hill by angelbeachcat (teen | comp. | 66k)

Academic rivals Dream and George get stuck sharing a room for their senior year at Pine Hill Academy. Dream doesn't have time to waste arguing with George; they already do that plenty during Robotics meetings and every other situation where the two of them are forced to work together. He's got more important things, like football and college to worry about. When George begins to disappear at odd intervals, Dream finds himself more concerned than he thinks he should be.

— oxford comma by newyorknine (teen | wip | 2k+)

Dream cuts class one too many times and finds himself shipped off to boarding school. Arriving halfway into the school year, he’s assigned George as a roommate; it’s hate at first sight. But at the edges of their vitriol, a more complicated feeling lingers.

— l’appel du vide by angelbeachcat (explicit | wip | 67k+)

In a desperate attempt to reconcile the relationship between himself, his parents, and God, George agrees to attend a faith-based residential program for misguided youth. There, he is made to share a room with Dream; troubled, enigmatic, and supposedly dangerous.

— you're saying what you want right to me (no filter on your mouth) by honkdaddyy (explicit | comp. | 17k)

Dream moves to a boarding school and meets George on his third day there. They immediately feel a spark and start out an arrangement some would refer to as friends with benefits. What happens when Dream catches feelings for the pretty brunet who he's supposed to be messing around with, no strings attached?

— Soft Spot by graciegirl2001 (teen | comp. | 1k)

Dream’s roommate brings a kitten home to their strictly no-pet dorms.

— What Makes Your Brain Tick by isntitcrazy (mature | comp. | 13k)

George has never been kissed before. Dream offers to play a game with him in an effort to change that.

#dnf #dreamnotfound #dnf fanfic recs #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dnfao3tags recs #anon asks #trope request #boarding school au #roommates #wait i was supposed to queue this NOT POST IT WTF

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kookaburra-laugh · 3 years ago

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wip fics you should read

as promised, a collection of fics in progress that i follow and you should too. some of these update regularly and some of them dont. the adventure is in the journey as much as the destination

Anatomy 101 by Fyre | @amuseoffyre E 84.5k+

what started as a bit of a how-to manual with hands on demonstration has since developed feelings. azirapahle and crowley through the many years learning new things about their bodies together

An Oddly Mesmerizing Display by ZehWulf | @zehwulf E 14k+

an a/b/o but based on bower birds instead of wolves. crowley wins a date with aziraphale via charity auction and is quite annoyed with how smitten he actually is.

Evergreen by summerofspock | @summerofspock NR 12k+

a continuation of watermark, following older woman aziraphale and college professor crowley as they build their relationship

Heaven To Touch by mia_ugly | @mia-ugly E 9k+

good omens set to the tune of 10 things i hate about you. pining through the ages

Hot Sugar by summerofspock | @summerofspock E 26.5k+

a sugar daddy au with a twist. rich young aziraphale has a few free months before he heads to america for his degree, and he doesn't want to spend them alone.

Lest They Be Flatmates in Disguise by TheOldAquarian | @theoldaquarian E 12k+

how to sum up the hilarity and wit of this work? crowley and aziraphale are not yet acquainted and due to ethereal/ occult payroll cuts are both looking for someone to house with. they've also both been rather disappointed in their love lives recently, but thats neither here nor there, surely?

Liebestraum by mia_ugly | @mia-ugly E 10k+

the romantic pianist slow burn of your dreams

Look Not Too Deep by mortifyingideal | @mortifyingideal M 32k+

rival assassins and terribly-in-love husbands put in a lot of work to keep the truth of their day jobs hidden from one another. but it feels like someone has started to pull at the strings...

Loosely Ballroom by marginalia_device, mortifyingideal | @mortifyingideal M 139k+

strictly come dancing, and bring along a load of yearning, a dash of enemies to friends to lovers, a heap of stunning choreography and costumes, and some hot stepping to save your job and you've got yourself some ineffable sweethearts

Mark of the Serpent by NaroMoreau, summerofspock | @naromoreau @summerofspock E 76k+

crown prince aziraphale has been captured and has found himself the personal pleasure beta of king crowley. aziraphale must keep his identity, and his growing feelings, a secret. an a/b/o royal au

nothing is ever anyone's fault by weatheredlaw | @weatheredlaw E 4k+

the wedding date au. a week spent with boyfriend-for-hire crowley while attending aziraphale's sister's wedding in the beautiful countryside will be a perfectly platonic, no feelings affair. it's just an arrangement

Or Be Nice by charlottemadison | @charlottemadison42 E 120k+

asshole neighbor crowley and an aziraphale who's trying to get back on his feet after a very abrupt lifestyle change. petty rivalry fuels the fire in this enemies to lovers human au

such rebel blood by curtaincall | @fremulon T 31k+

a direct sequel to the many-venomed earth. best selling author crowley and lord aziraphale cross paths after a found body adds a bit too much realism to a murder mystery party.

sweetest words remain by weatheredlaw | @weatheredlaw E 15.5k+

the continuation of my ultimate comfort fic with all your delights. king of the south crowley has a lot of growth and recovery ahead of him, but he's never alone on the journey

Talk about the weather by nightbloomingcereus | @moondawntreader M 20k+

storm chaser crowley and local weatherman aziraphale have a very professional relationship, full of flirting and bickering and the occasional longing glance

Waking Up Slow by the_moonmoth | @themoonmothwrites E 76k+

a deliciously slow burn between two unsuspecting housemates who quarantine together. i cannot over emphasize how deeply my emotions run for this.

and lastly, a fic i've been watching for years

Rags of Time by Iolanthe 8 | T 42k+

howl's moving castle, from howl's pov before sophie shows up. bookverse. an inside look at our favorite disaster wizard as he establishes himself in ingary. i check on this fic every few months, i love it so

#good omens #fic rec #howl's moving castle #everyone has that fic that just stopped and they hold out hope it will pick up again #and rags of time is mine #but! my reading experience is not marred by it's unfinished state #the story is in the journey rather than the destination

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myenterpriseisparked · 4 years ago

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can.... can we get a cast for your zoologist Trek show?

I don't have names for them but here we go! This is kind of long, so I'm putting the characters under a cut.

The ship is called the USS Frontiersman. It works mostly in deep space, studying new forms of life on newly discovered planets. Crew compliment of 160. 50 exozoologists, 50 exobotanists, 20 environmentalists (including geologists and atmospheric experts). The remaining 40 crew members are engineers, security officers, helmsman, and the captain and first officer. I'm not positive on the time period this is set during, but it's at least at a point where there's not much conflict between Cardassia and the Federation.

Captain: She's a 40-year-old Engineer who never expected to make captain. Finding out she was being offered a command was the best day of her life. The worst day of her life was the next day, when she stepped on board and realized it was an exobiology ship filled with eccentrics. She slept through her required exobiology course so she has no idea what any of her crew members are talking about. She's basically that babysitter who's charges are all extremely passionate about things she doesn't understand and the parents have asked her to drive them around to local museums and science learning centers while the kids yell in the backseat about who's topic of interest is better.

First Officer: She's a 30-year-old who went through the academy on the command route and was known for being an excellent pilot. Has less knowledge of exobiology than the captain. The two of them keep trying to push interpersonal conflicts to be solved off on one another because neither of them understand what anyone's talking about enough to truly help solve the issue and, frankly, they're both a little frightened of the ferocity of their crew.

Head Engineer: Bajoran who actually did pay attention in biology and, while she's a little confused, she's eager to learn about what the others are prattling on about and is an excellent listener. She tries her best to translate for the non-exobiologist crew members, especially the captain and first officer. She was married (spouse died. tragically) and has a daughter that follows her around engineering. Everyone loves the kid and tries to convince her to study whatever their area of expertise is. Later in the show, when she's a little older, she decides to go the command route at Starfleet and become a pilot, much to the crew's dismay. The First Officer is absolutely tickled.

Chief Medical Officer(s): The Frontiersman actually has 2 chief medical officers; a doctor and a veterinarian. Yes, this is terribly inefficient and yes, they constantly butt heads. The vet is a young human woman from Ohio with a dry sense of humor and a penchant for snark. The doctor is a young human male from Michigan with a dry sense of humor and a penchant for snark. They absolutely hate each other until the day they realize that they are actually in love with each other and all of their arguments have been attempts to deny their attraction. Both of them are absolutely disgusted that they could fall in love with someone so... so... infuriating gosh dang it. They try to continue denying their feelings for each other because they are from rival states and they constantly fight over jurisdiction in the medbay for new species. One day, however, one of their most heated arguments ends in a passionate kiss and they stop fighting their feelings (but not each other).

From there, the rest of the crew is divided up under chiefs of specific taxonomical divisions. Sometimes a division will only have 1 scientist, other times it has a whole crew of people. Depends on the frequency of that type of living thing appearing. Most divisions only have 3 people; a chief and two junior officers. Not every chief is featured in the show because that would be too many characters, so just the ones that are considered part of the senior staff, which were selected by Starfleet at the time of commission based on training.

Chief of Feliformia: She's a hotheaded Betazoid in her mid 30's who spends her free time boxing on the holodeck. She argues a lot with the Chief of Canidae, but they still have breakfast together every morning to trade ship gossip. She wrestles with PTSD and anxiety, which she hides under a layer of bravado. Surprisingly enough, the only person she really feels comfortable opening up to about her past is the Chief of Canidae, because, despite all of their banter about cats vs dogs, they're her closest friend and she appreciates their blunt honesty.

Chief of Canidae: They're a Trill in their mid 30's who's passionate to the point of poetry about dog-like creatures. They're host to a younger symbiont, and they're one of the shortest people on the ship. They also only really open up to the Chief of Feliformia for similar reasons; the blunt honesty. Their relationship is strictly platonic (and I mean actually platonic, not whatever the VOY writers were trying to sell to us about Janeway and Chakotay).

Chief of Rodentia: He's a 70-year-old Bajoran/Cardassian. His mother defected from the Cardassian army to be with his father and the two of them raised him on earth where he raised pet rats. He always has about 7 various rodents tucked into his lab coat. He is a neat freak about his lab space and refuses to let anyone into his area unless they have completely scrubbed up and promise not to touch his PADD stack. Part of his particularity about his lab comes from the fact that he faced a lot of public ridicule due to his mixed heritage when he was young and so he's naturally very defensive of everything he does and owns.

Chief of Chiroptera: She's a twenty-something Half Vulcan-Half Betazoid who was raised on Betazed. Her Vulcan mother was the Vulcan ambassador on Betazed, and her work made her somewhat absent so, while she has enough of a restraint on her emotions not to be violent or aggressive, she's also more Betazoid in terms of personality. The combination of telepathic and empathic abilities from her parents has made her sensitive to large crowds, which is why she LOVES working in caves with bats away from other people. The combination of the two species' abilities constantly bombarding her and the need to restrain her Vulcan emotions have also resulted in her having ADD (her attention is being pulled in every direction so focusing on other tasks that don't immediately grasp her interest is SUPER difficult for her). However, she's also incredibly kind, difficult to shock or surprise, and very passionate about her work.

Chief of Reptilia: They're a human in their early 50's, a bit reclusive, and VERY unwilling to let people in their lab. They never show up to a meeting without a snake around their neck. The snake might be venomous. No one knows for sure. Whatever the case; everyone on board is pretty sure the reptile division is actually a cult because they never see anyone from that crew outside of the lab decks.

Chief of Aves: She's human, no one knows her age, and she refuses to wear a standard-issue lab coat, opting instead to wear a tie-die coat that reaches the floor. She speaks in riddles and everyone thinks she's crazy, but she's actually incredibly wise and an excellent listener. She specializes in raptors.

Chief of Livestock: Even though it's not technically a taxonomical order, they have a guy who specializes in studying livestock of alien cultures. No one is sure how old he is, or what his species is, for that matter. He has the calm, level-headedness of a Vulcan, but he always wears a hat so no one sees his ears or eyebrows to know for sure. He might just be a Midwestern farmer, because they can be Like That too. Despite working with livestock, he also never gets injured, so not even the doctor knows. Some people speculate that he's not human OR Vulcan, but some other immortal species, like a Q. This mystery is never solved on the show, but everyone really likes this guy.

Chief Exobotanist: Despite the fact that the plants are divided up into other taxonomical species, they all report to one Chief Botanist because the plant department is a lot more efficient and interconnected than the animal departments. Despite this, she's completely overworked and undercaffeinated. However, her workload doesn't stop her from being one of the sweetest and most creative people on board. As to the rest of her character, I defer to @emilie786 , as she is the inspiration for this character!

There are other chiefs who are occasional recurring characters, like the Chief of Aquaculture and the Chief of Amphibians. There are also several junior officers who we get to know a bit that are kind of fun. I'm thinking there's some kind of star-crossed lovers arc going on between someone who works in exobotany and someone who works in exozoology. There's also an overworked head of security who is getting really sick and tired of all the escapee animals he has to track down. I think he might fall in love with the Chief Exobotanist partially because plants don't run away and get into the Jeffries tubes (until they do, of course).

Anyway, if anyone wants to add to this, go for it! I'm open to ideas!

#Star Trek: Frontiersman #star trek oc #sorry for the long post #to be continued probably

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lurking-latinist · 4 years ago

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and the genremixer returns triumphant! reminder that you too can use @john-amend-all‘s excellent Genremixer at http://www.seasip.info/Misc/genremixer.html

I may have done sort of a lot this time, so below the cut:

Doctor/Romana - imprisonment & Date “I said I’d take you somewhere nice, didn’t I?”

“I didn’t think you meant a nice cell.”

“Well strictly speaking I didn’t. But isn’t it an improvement on the one we had on our last night out?”

Doctor/Romana - worst case scenario & secret relationship “My family won’t hate you, Doctor. You’re over-reacting.”

“Romana, my family doesn’t like me. Why would yours?”

“Well, if they do hate you, they’ll at least be polite about it.”

“I bring out the worst in people.”

“Even if they’re rude, they’ll hardly forbid you the house.”

“I’m a renegade. They could forbid me the planet.”

“It won’t come to that, Doctor.”

“But supposing it does?”

“It won’t.”

“Could you please just introduce me as your colleague?”

Doctor/Romana - accidental marriage & Forever It was a silly mistake, of course, not to have asked the meaning of the ceremonial goblet. But it was done now, and neither of them felt quite as embarrassed as they would have expected.

“It’s only temporary. We can get divorced, of course. Next planet over, easy.”

“Yes… but let’s answer that message we were putting off, first.”

They had all of time to fill. So there always seemed to be something else to do first.

Doctor/Romana - Finally & Keys “I can’t believe he’s been starting this thing with a crank for all this time.”

Doctor/Romana - forbidden romance & Anniversary & beta couple “I’m really not supposed to be seeing you right now,” she whispers. “Not in the middle of my campaign.”

“I know, but how could I stay away on today of all days?”

She counts up the time in her mind, allowing for varying planetary rotations and multi-temporal anomalies, and smiles reminiscently.

“Besides,” he adds as the sound of a human voice sternly rebuking the High Council reaches their ears, “I think the focus right now is on Andred and Leela.”

Doctor/Romana - kidnapping & road trip & unrequited love She was furious at first, until he could explain he hadn’t known she was being sent to him either.

Now she blames the Guardians, and she likes him. Now they’re happy traveling together. Two Time Lords, seeing the universe.

Dare he tell her he wants more? Could he bear it if she smiled that wide, sparkling smile and let him down gently?

Doctor/Romana - competition & mundane au & angst She really shouldn’t be so friendly with the head of the rival lab, even if her boss, Professor White, had asked her to collaborate with him.

Well, he wasn’t so much the head of the rival lab as… he just was the rival lab. He couldn’t afford a real assistant, he told her, “unless you count my dog.” Which she didn’t.

He wasn’t conventional, but he was funny and clever and she liked him. And she was beginning to suspect his approach actually worked better than the ones she’d been taught so far.

Now she was working on a funding application for White’s lab. But she happened to know Smith was applying for the same grant. And surely he needed it more?

She was horribly tempted—to sabotage White’s application, to refuse to do the paperwork, to quit her job and join the other lab, even unpaid.

She buried her head in her hands, distressed. She’d studied decision theory, but it didn’t seem to be helping.

Doctor/Romana - attacked by a creature & Luck & Making up “I’m sorry that I accused you of relying too much on your luck,” gasped Romana as the chimaera yowled at the base of the tree.

“I accept your apology,” said the Doctor graciously, only slightly hampered by the fact that he was clinging to a narrow branch. “But why bring it up now?”

“Because,” said Romana, “it’s increasingly obvious that you don’t have any!”

Doctor/Romana - First(s) & Breaking the rules & Opposites One tall, one short. One dark, one fair. One strange, one familiar.

You weren’t really supposed to play around like this. At least, that’s what they’d told her at the Academy, when they’d explained to all the students about regeneration. But she’d never done it before, and she’d had a rough day, and she deserved a little fun.

It wasn't as if the Doctor was judging her for it. Well, not much. And he was clearly smitten with anything she picked. So why not?

Doctor/Romana - turning to the dark side & stuck in an elevator & rivals to lovers “Bet you I can get us out of here quicker than you.”

“Bet you can’t.”

“You’re on!” —— Somehow—he’s not quite sure how, not that he’s complaining—they’re kissing in the corner of the lift. She’s got one hand reaching up behind his head, drawing it close to her, and the other hand—

Wait.

—the other hand in his pocket—fishing for his sonic screwdriver.

That wasn’t in the terms of their bet!

“You cheat!” he cries, recovering the use of his mouth. “You dirty rotten cheat! I expected better of you!”

“Just equalizing the odds,” she whispers, then winks. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

Doctor/Romana - Love at first sight & The little things He’d seen plenty of beautiful women before. At least, they’d been reliably identified as such. He’d known lots of people (more to the point) who were elegant, clever, and well-educated. No, it wasn’t any of those things that pushed him over the edge.

It was the flashes of genuine excitement that shone through her polished façade. It was the way she urged him (him!) to take a chance. It was the way she announced exactly what was wrong with him and the way she let the topic drop. It was the curl of her hair, the sparkle in her eye, the fluff on her wrap, the strap of her shoe. It was—well, it was her.

Doctor/Romana - we're all going to die! & holiday & culture shock Curious and courageous as she was, it still took Romana a little while to get used to a life of adventure.

“That was terrifying,” she gasped after the thing with the seven-headed warriors of Vrask and the sacred amulet. “I really thought we were for it!”

“What, that?” the Doctor scoffed, not very reassuringly. “That was just a pleasant country stroll. Rule of thumb, until they actually bring out the headsman’s axe, it counts as a day off!”

Doctor/Romana - non-sexual intimacy & Creative & time bomb She was glad they were imprisoned together, for once. And it was the brig of a spaceship, so it wasn’t dirty or smelly. It was so clean as to be a bit depressing, honestly—which was why it was such a comfort to have someone to snuggle up to, someone warm and soft who brought a sense of cozy untidiness everywhere he went.

“Is this comfortable?” he asked as he adjusted his arms into a new position around her.

“Yes, but”—she hesitated—“this might be the right time to tell you that they have strapped a small explosive to my back, so if you could be careful not to trigger it…”

“Don’t worry,” he said. He let go of her and started fishing in his pockets, presumably hoping for any tools they’d left him. “I can work around that.”

#doctor who #classic who #fic #fourth doctor #romana i #romana ii #ersatz genremixer #microfic

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iceshard1011 · 4 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sanders Sides (Web Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders & Deceit | Janus Sanders Characters: Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Deceit | Janus Sanders, Morality | Patton Sanders, Anxiety | Virgil Sanders, Logic | Logan Sanders, Creativity | Roman "Princey" Sanders Additional Tags: Angst with a Hopeful Ending, Separation Anxiety, Misunderstandings, Sympathetic Sides (Sanders Sides), Non-Graphic Violence, Sides As Family (Sanders Sides), Conflict, Protective Logic | Logan Sanders, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders Angst, Hurt Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Hurt Morality | Patton Sanders, Hurt/Comfort, Graphic Imagery, animalistic tendancies, Abandonment Issues, Self-Destruction, Self-Harm, all from Remus Summary:

This wasn’t what Janus had wanted. To be fair, it was nothing like he had expected, either.

3k word fic below :)

Remus was not a dog, thank you very much. At the least, he was a snarling werewolf with a snout of a crocodile, bulging eyes, an appetite for carrion and a constant erection, because how much cooler did that sound?

So, no. No matter how he acted, or what the others teased him for, or what the internet labelled him as, he was not a dog.

(“Remus, I swear to god, if this stain on the carpet is from you—”)

Most of the time.

(“What are you chewing? No, stop that. Come back. Remus! Spit it out! Don’t eat it faster—”)

Kind of.

(“Remus, please, it’s three in the morning. Stop screaming and go to sleep.”)

Alright, listen. Remus had… some animalistic traits. Besides being par for the course as his position as a side hidden from Thomas, for the most part, he loved it. It was fun tearing through rooms, deformed jaws salivating, hackles raised, and hearing responding screams (accompanied by Dee’s tired sighs, because not much Remus did ever ruffled his scales).

For the parts that he could control, Remus loved how much of an animal he was. Sharp teeth made Patton shudder, and the tentacles that could shoot from his back were great for latching on and making sure his target couldn’t free themselves.

It was the stupid, grating feeling that came with comparing him to mutts. He didn’t care for the excitement or over-energy or desire to chew interesting looking things on the ground. It was the— the restlessness and the pining and the fear—

He. Hated. It.

Remus could do with drooling but drooling from the sheer overwhelming anxiety pissed off. The way the silver streak in his hair grew, eating up the brown in a minor and selected performance of stress-aging could go fuck itself. The pacing, and the urge to destroy anything in sight, and the instinct to make unnecessary noise weren’t uncommon behaviours for Remus. The depression and anxiety and the damned abandonment issues could leave him alone forever, thanks, just like everyone else he didn’t care about.

That was that problem. He did care. He cared so much he felt like his goddamn chest was being carved out and cracked open and exposed for burning ice and frigid coals to be shovelled in. Ironically, in theory, it sounded a lot more enjoyable than it really was.

It had been a long day. A long, slow, painful day. Initially, Remus had passed time through tearing up the couch — the entire couch — and eating the stuffing. Then he’d replaced the couch he’d just demolished with an albeit far soggier, more stained version that Janus would definitely have replaced when he returned — if he returned — no, shut up, shut up, he is coming back, he always comes back—

Next, Remus had rummaged through his room, then Janus’. After stealing one of Janus’ favourite, fluffiest blankets (knowing full well he’d get a mouthful for it later, if— when Janus found out) he had curled up on the kitchen floor, because it always smelt like Janus and food in there and it calmed Remus’ dramatic heart whining like a newborn lion cub calling for its mother right before a rival male bit into its neck.

That had not helped.

Staying still had allowed for his mind to race too much, bring up too many scenarios, convince himself that it had already been days when in reality it couldn’t have been more than an hour at most.

He hadn’t felt like eating anything, even after a few experimental minutes gnawing at a leg of the table.

Eventually, he had settled for pacing continuously around the hallways and rooms. He had half hoped that he would grow too tired to stay awake, or his legs would become an aching distraction.

When Remus checked the time, he realised with a horrified jolt that the clock on the wall was reading six o’clock. Dee would be back by now. Dee would be back by three. Dee should be home making dinner and throwing the leftovers to Remus and telling him not to eat the dirty bowls.

He was three hours late. He wasn't coming back.

Remus lost the energy that had been bustling in his bones all day. He sunk to the ground against the couch and chewed subconsciously on the end of the stolen blanket. It tasted better than Dee’s boring cooking, but it somehow didn’t help comfort him in the least.

He buried his face into the blanket, wishing the soft bristles were harsh and spiked enough to scratch and gouge his eyes to the point of blindness.

A curse that hadn’t been spoken by Remus made his head shoot upwards. Janus was standing in the middle of the room, rubbing tired-looking eyes. “Those morons don’t stop talking.”

He was caught off-guard when Remus leapt from his spot at the base of the couch across the room in one clean jump to latch onto his shoulders and swing his legs around his waist. Janus staggered, because he wasn’t short, but certainly slightly below average, and Remus was Thomas’ tallest side, and between how much he ate and fought monsters, he weighed a ton.

Janus cleared his throat pointedly. Remus didn’t so much as look at him.

“Remus,” he said. “I need to make dinner. That will be so incredibly easy with you behaving like this.”

Remus shook his head, his face rubbing back and forth against Janus’ chest. “Not hungry.”

Janus frowned. That was both a lie and completely true. Odd.

Nevertheless, he allowed Remus to act the way he wished and awkwardly went about fixing himself something to eat.

Janus didn’t expect repetitions of scenarios like being clung to by Remus. He figured it was a one-off — he had returned late, and Remus had been panicking. Janus seldom strayed from his plans. Coming back at six rather than three o’clock had not been his intention, and if not for the light sides and the way they seemed to be far too eager to discuss seemingly random matters with him, he would have been back much sooner.

In fact, that was what continued to happen. He didn’t allow himself to get distracted and left the mindscape strictly when he was supposed to in order to return on time.

For some reason, this didn’t seem to be helping.

At first, it wasn’t much. Remus being a bit more affectionate, a bit clingier. Janus had never minded much of Remus’ shenanigans, partially because Remus actually listened to him when he told him to do things. He didn’t ask much of Remus, and he dealt with his chaotic nature far better than anyone else ever had, so perhaps Remus felt like that was worthy of being listened to.

It didn’t mean he always listened. It certainly didn’t mean he always did as Janus asked.

“Remus, let go of me. I need to work” and “Remus, don’t chew on my cape, that’s my good one” and “Don’t you even think about tearing up my pillow while I’m gone” all came to mind.

Janus suppressed a sigh. He knew Remus sensed his frustration, because he tensed, but he didn’t stop trying to eat Janus’ shoe. He was getting slobber all over the carpet, and it was soaking into the bottom of Janus’ pant leg. It had been easy to ignore at first, but Remus hadn’t stopped, and it was beginning to grate on Janus’ nerves.

Now, it had reached the point where Janus couldn’t concentrate on the book he was reading, and it was thinning his strong patience. He pulled his legs in from where they were stretched out and interlocked at the ankles — or at least he tried to.

He didn’t count on Remus to grip his ankle tighter and growl possessively. As if it was his leg.

“Stop it,” Janus snapped, yanking his foot away. Remus bared his teeth, growling quietly to himself. Janus tucked his ankles in close and continued to try and read, though his mood was soured, and he still couldn’t concentrate.

It wasn’t the only time Remus’ behaviour had both caught Janus off guard and made him bitterly uncomfortable.

Once, he had scurried back from the Imagination, a goddamn hydra-chimera on his tail. It had gotten as far as pouncing on an unsuspecting Janus exiting the kitchen before Remus had torn it to shreds with his own teeth.

Usually, Janus paid no mind to Remus’ aggressively gory tendencies.

This time, lying vulnerable below a dying creature, being splattered with its blood and guts, was enough to unsettle him. Just a tad.

Another time, Remus had walked into the kitchen where Janus was trying to get a cup of coffee, had looked him dead in the eye, and sprayed him with a foul-smelling grey goop that had both stained Janus’ comfy clothes and stuck in his hair for days after.

Janus let it slide, though he wasn’t impressed. That turned out to be a mistake.

The next time Remus threw an unknown substance on him, it burned. It stung like acid, and at first Janus figured merely cleaning it off would clear it away but it didn’t, and it was slicing through his arm and a part of his cheek and his scales were screaming and melting off his face and at this point he had started to scream because goddamn it hurt, why was it hurting so much? And Remus wasn’t much help and even he didn’t know what to do or how to fix any of it and the pair of them were stuck with each other panicking.

In the end, Janus had locked himself in the bathroom and soaked in the bathtub, ignoring Remus’ plaintive pleas to be let in. Janus had figured if he were desperate enough, he'd simply break the door down, but he hadn’t.

The pain had faded, over time, leaving Janus exhausted, pale and shaking, saturated with bathwater and sweat and tears. When he’d emerged from the bathroom, Remus had been curled on the ground by the door. He’d tried to speak, but Janus had practically fled before he could. He had avoided Remus for days after that.

Janus, for as much as he shared the one brain cell with Logan, should have realised after that that something was going on. Something far more serious.

He didn’t.

Initially, Janus hadn’t seen a problem with bringing Remus into the conversation. Thomas knew his other creativity existed, and the other sides had already been subjected to Janus’ presence several times over. Really, he hadn’t thought that bringing Remus with him into the mindscape would be so bad.

He was rarely wrong.

This time he was so, so terribly wrong.

He had expected Remus to rise and take a swipe at an unsuspecting Roman.

He hadn’t counted on Roman noticing Patton and Virgil’s tensed reactions and ducking to avoid the morning star swinging over his head.

Janus had been too busy being amused. Being amused over Remus’ pouting, and mildly disgusted at Patton’s excited gushing over Roman’s evasive manoeuvre. He’d been too busy catching Virgil and Logan’s shared eyerolls.

But then Patton had clung to Roman’s arm, and Remus’ grip on his morning star had tightened. Logan and Virgil shared an exasperatedly fond eyeroll and Remus’ lip started to curl. And maybe Janus was smiling too much because that was the last thing he remembered happening before everything went horribly, horribly wrong.

Janus did not often consider himself to be particularly clueless or unresourceful. He could adapt and flex to situations, and bend scenarios to his advantage. It was part of the way he presented himself. There was truly little that could ever take him off guard. He had lived with Hissing Teenage Angst and Chaos Incarnate.

Remus suddenly lunging forward, a snarl on his face and bloodlust in his eyes shouldn’t have been one of them.

Remus connecting his weapon with Patton’s chest certainly was.

In reality, Janus wasn’t entirely sure what had happened. He remembered his feet being frozen to the ground. There was shouting, and blurs of colour.

The only moment Janus remembered in full before he caught up with everything was when Virgil, face pale and practically drowning in eyeshadow, looked up at him with wide, petrified eyes and screamed something. Janus hadn’t heard what he’d said, but it shook him enough to jolt into action.

Remus threw Roman into the television and launched for Logan.

The sound of Janus’ snapping fingers cut through the ruckus.

Remus froze, and when Janus waved his hand, he disappeared soundlessly, tucked into the quietest corner of the Subconsciousness. Janus hadn’t been quick enough, though, and the room was still but in no way silent.

Patton’s breaths were loud and harsh, and he was trembling in Virgil’s hold even as the anxious side murmured reassurances and tried to get his panicking friend to calm down. Logan, on the other hand, looked furious. If Janus weren’t so stuck in place, he was certain he’d be shrinking under the cold-eyed glare. He opened and closed his mouth.

“I didn’t—” Janus started.

“You’re leaving,” Logan said, and Janus’ voice left him.

“It wasn’t Janus though,” Patton protested with a small cough, and was then quietened by Virgil. “And— and I want Remus back.”

“You cannot be serious,” Roman hissed, only a little nastily. Janus could see the frantic fear in his gaze; he wasn’t being harsh on purpose. He never was.

“He’s obviously hurting,” Patton said, and Janus got a sudden surge of anger flooding the apathy; what could have possibly possessed Remus to attack the moral side? Patton winced and shifted, pulling away from where Virgil was experimentally poking at his side. “Blocking him out isn’t going to help.”

“That is a stupid idea.” Janus jerked and looked over at Logan, startled. The logical side had turned his furious gaze to the light sides curled on the ground. “You want the crazy maniac back in here? What, so he can attack Virgil next?”

The anxious side flinched, looking wildly uncomfortable. Patton frowned disapprovingly which Janus found hysterically amusing.

“We wouldn’t leave you alone,” Patton pointed out to Logan.

“I wouldn’t be so barbaric,” Logan snapped back.

“He’s rambunctious but not cruel,” interjected Janus, stepping forward. He met the logical side’s furious gaze steadily and coldly. “He is not your concern.”

“He just attacked Patton,” Logan said, close to seething. “That is concerning enough for me.”

“I will take care of it,” Janus assured. He nodded Logan to his friends. “You worry about your own family. Patton's ribs could be broken.”

Logan’s clenched fists shook, and he shoved unnecessarily roughly past Janus, but he did drop the conversation, instead now focusing on what he could fix. Janus just had to do the same thing.

With a deep breath like he was preparing to plunge into frigid ocean depths, he sunk to the Subconscious. Remus wasn’t in the living room. In fact, even more worryingly, there was no sign he had been there in the first place. That was… slightly disconcerting.

There was evidence of Remus’ presence, however, the nearer Janus got to his bedroom. Dents in the walls, pools of questionable substances that Janus dutifully avoided, an abandoned summoned fish flopping uselessly on the carpet. Janus gave that a wide berth, too, not entirely trusting it not to snap and grow an unhinged jaw in an attempt to swallow him whole.

He didn’t bother to call through Remus’ bedroom door. Chances where he would be refused entry or attacked once revealing his presence.

Though, he figured when he walked in and found the creative side, neither outcomes would have been incredibly likely.

Remus was curled into the smallest ball he could make himself, so much so that a few of his limbs looked bent and snapped awkwardly to fit himself as tight as possible. He looked paler than usual. Janus couldn’t see any familiar glints of Remus in his gaze. He swallowed the sick feeling rising in his throat.

“That was exciting,” he remarked, moving to shut the door and sit on the unmade bed. Remus didn’t respond. “Patton is alright, by the way. The others will probably fuss over him far too much.”

Remus made an odd keening noise, sounding like a mix between a beached whale and a dying dog. When Janus sidled a sidelong look in his direction, he could see the creative side blinking over at him, something unreadable and alien in his eyes. He didn’t look like he was contemplating more murder.

He looked petrified.

Janus regarded his gloved fingers. “So.” He leaned his elbows to his knees and looked darkly at Remus. His voice was just as dangerous. “What was that?”

Remus opened his mouth, looking to respond, and only make another peculiar whining noise. Janus narrowed his eyes and Remus snarled at himself.

“I don’t— It wasn't—” Remus growled and shook his whole body without moving from his ball. His hip clicked and popped, and Janus arched an eyebrow. “I don’t remember… doing anything. Until— until I was… Until you silenced me.”

Janus bit back the guilt that met that statement. It was necessary, he wanted to defend. You deserved it, he wanted to lie. “I didn’t know what else to do,” he admitted.

Remus scoffed, but he was nodding like that made perfect sense. “I wouldn’t either,” he confessed brokenly, and Janus had to blink a few times to see clearly.

“Anything on your mind?”

Remus grated his teeth together so hard one creaked under the pressure. “You leave,” he started, slowly, after a long pause. “You leave all the time. And… you come back, but not every time, and you always look like you like them more, and…”

“You were jealous,” Janus said, with a hint of disgust in his words. Remus hissed through his teeth, glaring at the ground. He looked frustrated, but at himself. He shook his head, but Janus didn’t think he was disagreeing.

“You can’t leave,” Remus said, looking up. One eye was bloodshot to the point that the tears on the right side of his face were red-tinged. “You said you wouldn’t leave.”

“That was years ago,” Janus said, and Remus made a noise like he was trying to gnaw on a chainsaw. He buried his face into his arms. The vertebrae running up his neck strained at the pressure and popped out of place. Janus stood and moved to crouch beside the creative side. He prompted Remus’ head to tilt up and fixed him with a softer but no less serious look. “And I will continue to stand by it, for however long it’s relevant.” Remus whined at him. Janus opened his arms. “Come here.”

When Remus fell into Janus’ arms, the embrace was accompanied by a wet-sounding squelch, and Janus’ left sleeve grew dark and heavy. He chose not to look at it. Remus’ body shifted in his arms, fixing and mending itself. Remus didn’t make any noise throughout the horrifically painful sounding process. Janus supposed he was used to it, and then felt further disgusted at that idea.

When Remus stilled, his breath warm against the scales of Janus’ neck, the deceitful side rubbed his back and leaned away in order to meet his gaze.

“Patton is okay,” he reaffirmed, and Remus seemed to be decently comforted now. “But really, let’s try and not make this a habit, hmm?” Remus nodded, pushing his face back into Janus’ shoulder.

The pair would sit there for a little while longer, quiet and peaceful, as odd as that would be for the embodiment of chaos. Then Janus would leave Remus to clean up his room and himself and return to the light sides. They would already be mostly recovered, even if Logan were still slightly pissy. Patton would ask for Remus, and the next day, Janus would lead the dark creative side back into the mindscape, even if he would sulk behind Janus’ back like a stray puppy.

Patton, limping only slightly, would brighten immediately and slide them warm mugs of coffee. Remus would gnaw on the mug handle, and Janus would coax Roman into casual banter. Logan would separate himself from the conversation with a newspaper, and Virgil would be quieter than usual… but it was better than what Janus would have expected.

Remus would be more softly spoken for a few more days after that, but then the pair would be invited to a few more movie nights, a few more dinners. Patton wouldn’t be uncomfortable around Remus, and Roman would begin asking for help in storytelling. Remus would ask Logan to infodump, and he and Virgil would share music tastes.

Then, a few months down the track, when Janus finds a green door appearing next to the red one upstairs, Janus wouldn’t call himself proud, because that was too dramatic, but… he was always a liar, anyway.

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qqueenofhades · 5 years ago

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Hi!! 💕I was reading across your medieval queer history tag, and I came to the part of Muslims and homosexuality where you mention the active / passive narrative that this activity had.

I had two questions and I don't know if you can help me with them. I was wondering if there was something similar to that position in Nicky's time (?) at the European part of the world. And based on that, would it be a problem for the sexual activities that Nicky and Joe might have had? (sorry for this insane curiosity) I don't know if I'm being clear, haha. I mean, would it be a problem being active/passive for Nicky and Joe? ( based on common Islamic and/or European thought of the 11th century)

Thank you!!

Hmm. I feel like this is a better subject for fanfic (i.e. how Nicky and Joe viewed their relationship in the early days) because it touches on something historians can’t answer: how historical individuals privately viewed their own internal/emotional decisions and preferences. Obviously, Nicky and Joe themselves are fictional, so the only inner feelings they themselves had about how their relationship first developed, whether in its sexual components or otherwise, are the ones that are created for them by a team of modern writers and showrunners. As a historian, I can offer some perspective on the institutional, legal, and societal mores and customs that influenced how queer behavior was collectively viewed, tolerated, or restricted, but I can’t say how any given individual would have then interpreted that to themselves. Obviously, some gay people have been raised in such deeply self-hating environments that their internalized homophobia is very embedded and they struggle for years to get over it. Some others have been raised in the same environment but have never actually accepted any of it and have less difficulty in leaving it behind. Once again, this goes into the realm of speculation rather than strictly provable history, and which goes double for fictional characters.

Queer people have always existed in a complicated and sometimes contradictory relationship with the mainstream (that is, often heteronormative) dominant society. Sometimes they accept all of it in an attempt to “pass” or because they have been taught to be homophobic, sometimes they choose to selectively adopt parts of it but try to live a secret “second life,” sometimes they reject all of it. These choices are conditioned by personal safety/family background, political, cultural, religious, and social environments, formal and informal education, kinship and friendship networks, positive/negative reinforcement, individual character, and so on. There is not necessarily a “wrong” choice for a queer person to make, because each course of action comes with its own risks and rewards, but if you’re choosing to embrace your queer identity and to live out its truth (as Joe and Nicky seem to have done relatively soon after they met), then that will involve an element of rejecting whatever constraints heteronormative society has placed on you. After all, the formal legal conventions about sodomy in the Middle Ages weren’t developed in consultation with actual queer people. They reflected the concerns of conservative establishment clergymen, who weren’t interested in promoting social acceptance of it (and yet again, this doesn’t touch on THEIR actual feelings or whatever they might have done in private). I’ve discussed the complexity of disentangling historical homoromanticism (which was pretty widely celebrated in the medieval era) and historical homosexuality (which had a rockier time, but as I wrote about in this ask, the attempted policing of sexuality and sexual behavior was as much the case for m/f relationships as m/m or f/f ones -- nobody got away from this and it wasn’t just for the gays.)

Basically, I personally don’t think that either Joe or Nicky would have had a problem with sex or certain sexual positions, just because if both of them had reached the point of deciding that a Catholic/Muslim was their true love and they were going to run off together and be a couple no matter what anyone said about it, that already entailed rejecting a huge amount of the ideology they were originally taught and grew up with. It’s again a subject for fanfic how much Joe and Nicky were personally comfortable with being queer before they met each other, so this would more likely be a rejection of religious teaching about the unworthiness/evilness of the rival faith (as Nicky says, the love of his life was from the people he had been taught to hate). Since almost all medieval queer behavior and views on queer people had a religious component, if Joe/Nicky had gotten as far as rejecting the religious tenet that told them the other was Evil, they were (again, in my opinion) extremely unlikely to use any of those old religious arguments for prohibiting or proscribing certain kinds of sexual activity. I’m sure they had to negotiate many issues in the early days of their relationship (as I write about in DVLA), but they’re clearly head over heels in love with each other, wildly attracted to each other and have been for almost a millennium, and eager to embrace the physicality of that relationship, so I don’t personally see this as being a major stumbling block.

That said, you did ask about European views on sodomy in the 11th century and whether there was a parallel to Islamic views on the moral acceptability of the active vis-a-vis the passive partner. Since antiquity, there has always been less “shame” attached to the penetrative/top partner in sex, no matter whether the receiving partner is male or female. Ancient Greece is another example of this, where the adult man could not be penetrated without insult to his manhood and dignity, but the fact of him penetrating a younger man/teenage boy was a fine and even accepted rite of passage. We can obviously talk about how this is related to phallocentrism and misogyny, because the person “receiving” sex is usually expected to be a woman or a woman-equivalent person, which entails lower social status. The dominant male can take whichever sexual partner he pleases, and it’s a mark of honor and status for him to be virile (the very, very ancient chestnut about why playboys are tolerated and admired while sexually active women are “sluts.”) The gender of his partners might not matter as much as their social class, their status in relation to his, his “right” to expect sexual availability from them, and a whole lot of other factors. This could be and also was the case in medieval Europe. But may we point out that the men engaging in these kind of explicitly unequal relationships, which are more about reinforcing power and control than real desire, are very, very unlike the equal and loving mutual partnership between Joe and Nicky, where they were clearly happy to please and respect the other in whatever way.

It has not always been the case that same-sex activity would automatically be defined and suspect, though yes, there has never been an instance in Western history where it was placed uncomplicatedly on the same level as opposite-sex activity. It had to be constructed that way. As I keep saying, modern homophobia is a lot more stringent and explicit than any medieval expressions thereof, because if “homosexuality” was not constructed as a clearly recognized identity, there was less ability to rail against it. In fact, the usual rhetorical tactic was to just ignore it. Sodomy is known as the “silent sin” or “peccatum mutum” in Latin, because moralists usually didn’t talk about it or discuss it or give it an actual framework for debate and thus implied legitimacy. There were obvious exceptions (Peter Damian, Peter the Chanter, Bernardino of Siena, Heinrich Kramer, etc, etc) and as the medieval era went on, homosexuality became more grouped in with other undesirables. But that also reflected a growing visibility/awareness among people as to what it was. As I keep saying, you can’t be anxious about something, you can’t be worried about people being susceptible to it, you can’t be worried that it’s happening in reality, if it’s just an abstract concern of rhetoric that only a handful of churchmen know about. The increasing visibility of queerness as a category of exclusion in late medieval polemics reflected a) the social stress of the crises of the late medieval world and the usual function of Others as a scapegoat and b) the fact that by then, people must have had enough awareness of it as a pattern of consistent behavior for clerics to get mileage out of attacking it.

Anyway. In an attempt to summarize: historians can’t possibly know how historical queer people felt about themselves, if they were influenced by societal or internalized homophobia (itself quite different from modern homophobia), how much of the dominant social narrative they accepted, the reasons for the choices that they made, if they saw their queer preferences as a sin or as a valid lifestyle, and so on. But it seems unlikely that historical queer people specifically in loving long-term relationships, such as Joe and Nicky, would be unduly tied to much of that, and that has always been the case.

#history #medieval history #queer history #history of sexuality #the old guard meta #anonymous #ask

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mysticalmusicwhispers · 5 years ago

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if it’s not too much to ask... india/china hcs pls? i know u ship it so i’d love to hear what ur opinions are!!

Thank you for asking friend!! It’s never a bother :)

Length Warning: Very, Very Long, A Lot Of Rambling

Preface: I honestly don’t know much in-depth stuff about India-China history (all the “history ramblings” is based on my previous knowledge + Wiki), so I don’t have a lot of grounding in what their relationship is like. Also, when writing their history I realized I still see them as a brotp (so the first part isn’t very shippy) but there are romantic ship headcanons at the end. See this cool post for other hcs!

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HISTORY RAMBLINGS

- I guess in Ancient Times, I see them having a friendly trading partner vibe; my personal hc of Ancient China is of someone who builds friendships for convenience, and then starts getting attached with time, so I think this is how his attitude was at first. He and India probably had some vague contact through diplomats and travellers who brought back tales to their own country, and then once trading and influence and religious imports (ex. Buddhism) really kicked off, they started actually interacting with each other (as people, not nations) and over time, that just kicked off into being closer and closer friends until they were basically lovers.

- In Hetalia canon China goes along with Zheng He (Ming Dynasty, early 1400s) on his voyages around the world (the episode with a giraffe), and historically they did make stops at India, where they traded and visited Buddhist temples and stuff; this would be fun to examine in terms of Indchu. I’m sure they had more opportunities to visit each other in person (in contrast to Romechu, the true long-distance relationship) but I’d like to see them just checking in on each other, talking about the news of the day and stuff! Talking about trade and the places they’ve seen; Yao rambling on and on about where he’s headed next, India interjecting time to time about things he’s heard about places far away from them. A moment of peace where they’re just super comfortable and relaxed with each other would be amazing

- Ok fast forward a bit to the 1850s-60s: Qing Dynasty is resting in pieces, the Opium Wars have thoroughly beaten China, the government is unstable from the Boxer Rebellion and there’s a bunch of hate at the ruling people, stuff happens. India has been taken by Britain and it’s Not Fun; these two old men are down in the dumps and being bitter together. I don’t think they’re “dating” or whatever rn because there’s just too much on both of their plates, but they are still close friends and still mutually hate England together. I can see them having tense arguments with each other out of pure stress, complaining about who has it worse: India, who has been made into a colony! *gasp* “My pride has been killed, Yao!” and China, who is basically a colony to 5 nations all at once and also reeling from losing HK to Britain. They know exactly how to hurt each other by this point, but they also know they don’t really mean it, and things usually blow over after they’re in their right minds again.

****Also, Indian sepoys were used by Britain to fight China, and Indian opium was shipped to China as well; I think that might have been a sticking point for a while, but I think Yao would’ve slowly accepted that India was not the one making decisions in the end.

- The World Wars: India is in the Gallipoli campaign, conscripted by Britain, China is fighting on the side of the British and French but does not gain a single thing from winning, and has also lost the First Sino-Japanese War (I think Hetalia canon says China got his scar from there). Then Japan invades China, and he and India are fighting together in WWII against China’s estranged sibling/brother/vague relation. Both are beaten to the core, still bitter, but they keep reminding each other that they will just have to weather the storm and wait for their moment. This too shall pass. Same mood as the beginning of imperialism, but more tired and more done.

- After India’s Independence and China’s Government Overhaul: 1950s: India was one of the first non-Communist countries to recognize the PRC instead of the old ROC, but I think they started distancing from each other a little while after? There were territorial disputes with Nepal and I think both countries’ governments might have told them to cut it out and be less friendly with each other because they had rather clashing agendas

- Things seem to be relaxing just a bit, but then the Sino-Indian border dispute (1962) happens, and then there are other clashes near the border, and they don’t know if they can trust each other. Additionally, there’s the Sino-Soviet split, and India is getting help from the Soviets, and it makes things more complicated between them. The relationship is on shaky ground right now, and if they meet in person, both are putting on an impersonal facade. Not very friendly. I think they’re still cooling off until at least the late 1970s, when China’s economic reform happens.

- Skipping to Modern Day: they are cool again and are close friends again. However, they know their countries are competing in population, economy, world status/power, but they’re still friends. They know it might end badly, but I think they’ve learned to roll with the good times and savor it; their pride and hearts have been stomped on already so they don’t care anymore and take risks even if they might come out feeling a bit broken. They are buddies, and they might be dating, and they don’t really care about the boundary between friends and lovers. They are comfortable with each other.

- This article, published in 2007 by Harvard Business Review, presents an interesting take on China and India’s relationship, and in particular, their economies: it says that although people think they’re destined to be rivals because of their competing business sectors, they have developed complementary strengths and it’d be foolish not to work together. I think that could somewhat summarize Indchu’s relationship with each other in the hetaliaverse; they complement each other, and even if they might become competitors, it won’t affect their friendship/relationship because they just fit together. They click; it’s not forced friendship or whatever, they just integrate into each other so well (it’s almost like they’re meant to be together).

- There are border skirmishes (ex. the incident in June 2020), but I’m not really sure how that would factor into their relationship? Maybe they’ve gotten over it and they both know the other personification doesn’t like the fighting, and that their government’s opinions come first? Or maybe it’s still unresolved between them, because India has known Yao for a long time and knows what he’s capable of, and Yao knows what a potent force India can be when he wants? Idk. I think the idea of unresolved tension is more accurate, but I also like this ship because it’s soft and /mostly/ pure in modern day and I sometimes really want to ignore historical accuracy

ONTO THE GENERAL SHIP HEADCANONS!

- They argue with each other a lot, basically like an old married couple; their jibes at each other don’t mean anything though. China insists it’s so their wits stay sharp.

- Also they have debates over various academic topics; it’s basically their fun hobby by now. They’re both intellectually matched and read rather voraciously, so it’s a fun challenge (and keeps their wits sharp)

- I mentioned it before but it’s worth bringing up again: they know exactly how to hurt each other with their words; they just don’t get into bad fights often so they don’t need to cut each other to pieces.

- China is the less sentimental one, but they’re both really good at picking out tasteful, meaningful gifts for each other. “Experiences over material items/gifts” doesn’t really appeal to either of them; they’d much rather stay home being cozy than “gifting” each other a week in the Caribbeans or something.

- T e a l e a v e s (No Teabags unless Strictly Necessary). No coffee, sugar, cream, or milk. Sometimes India jokes about switching over to coffee or drinking tea the British way, and Yao just goes “You’re canceled”, dead seriously.

- They wear each other’s traditional clothing sometimes. Occasionally Yao asks India to wear a hanfu instead of a changshan (men’s equivalent of qipao) because he thinks it’s more traditional (qipao was invented in the 1920s). India has managed to stuff Yao into a qipao at least three times, and has pictures to prove it.

- India likes running his fingers through China’s hair (he says it’s really soft, a comment that makes Yao scoff every time) and he sorta hates his ponytail for that reason alone. Yao knows this, and he tries to make up for it by letting it down more on weekends, when he doesn’t have to look presentable (also India insists Yao looks presentable all the time, another comment that always earns a scoff).

- They teach each other their own dishes. China has been getting in the habit of substituting beef and pork for other things, mainly tofu/chicken/shiitake mushrooms

- They take walks together in the evenings after dinner when they’re in the same place. As long as it’s still light out and the weather’s not too bad, they will do it every day (even if it’s raining, they might just bring an umbrella).

- Their way of showing affection is a) with gifts and b) just talking to each other about anything. It’s their way of winding down for the day and being comfortable with each other; they have long talks about random, silly little things that happened, perhaps a funny (or stupid) meme/joke their siblings sent, or dumb stuff that happened with their boss at a meeting.

- I think they’d call each other nicknames in private. It wouldn’t be something too “sickly sweet” I guess, but something to show they care. They use nicknames sparingly as well, so it doesn’t lose meaning through overuse. (I personally hate nicknames so I’m not giving out any suggestions here, but I think Yao would use something like “亲爱的” for India, basically means “dear/beloved”. Not too flashy or sweet, but still affectionate.)

- China gifts houseplants to India’s apartment/house because he knows India likes them (I think he’s a green thumb). China doesn’t really bother with decorative plants; he prefers to grow spring onions and other low maintenance shit that he can use in his cooking lol he’s all about the practicality

- During ancient times, they had lengthy, invigorating discussions about mathematics, either through letters or in person.

- They aren't really affectionate in public; PDA is limited to hand holding and occasionally a kiss on the cheek. Neither China nor India are the type to “show off” their relationship or their partner.

- Adding onto that, they don’t really announce their relationship to everybody but if you ask them, they’ll tell you. Basically you have to be the one to notice something’s up; they just don’t think it's necessary to share every little bit of information about their lives with people. They're the “secretly married” couple trope; signs of affection are rather subtle but still noticeable because they don’t act that way to other people.

- China forced India to get a Wechat so he can send India 10¥ red packets every week just because he has the app

- Not really a ship headcanon, but these two would throw the best parties??? Like if you want a party that’s really loud and noisy and fun, ask them. They may be old and “not fun” or whatever but they know how to organize large scale events effectively and how to achieve the correct atmosphere, and despite all Yao’s siblings’ trash talk, they usually pull off very stylish, sleek functions/events. Maybe it’s a little tacky here and there but it’s barely noticeable, and everyone is just. Awed.

Yeet that’s it; thank you for reading! This got really long, and I feel like a lot of the headcanons were rather platonic, but yeah! Hope you like it!

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chicagocityofclans · 5 years ago

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Maxine Vanes → Lupita Nyong'o → Rat Animal Shifter

→ Basic Information

Age: 62

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Born or Made: Made

Birthday: December 28th

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Religion: Deism

→ Her Personality Max has always been secretive and closed off. She has strong opinions and will not let them fall silent nor back away from what she knows is the right thing. That’s normal for most rats but what sets her apart is her elegant stance and gracefulness. Despite being loyal to the Rat Clan of Chicago and having their best interests in mind always, Max disapproved of their secretive ways. Seeing it as obstacles holding them back from making the world a better place, and uniting the supernatural world as it once was before humans became the dominant population. She sees every person for their actions and beliefs rather than assigning them a label based on their species or family reputation. Even with her duties as the Pack Fixer and Cyber Exploitation Officer, she consistently gets involved in conflicts for the good of other species, adamant to use her abilities to help those in need. Thanks to her position she is often able to negotiate nearly every social situation to her advantage. Her stance and headstrong attitude often have her coming to idealistic clashes with Jo, despite both having clear respect for each other and a strong friendship.

→ Her Personal Facts

Occupation: BOND - Pack Fixer and Cyber Exploitation Officer

Scars: None

Tattoos: None

Two Likes: Fashion and Bright Colors

Two Dislikes: Red Meat and Airports

Two Fears: Being Caught and Unknown/Poisonous Frogs

Two Hobbies: Programming/Scripting and Shopping

Three Positive Traits: Elegant, Sincere, Immutable

Three Negative Traits: Secretive, Unabashed, Opinionated

→ Her Connections

Parent Names:

Jamie Vanes (Father): Max does not remember a lot about Jamie, Trudy or Egypt. She tries to keep the tragedy of their deaths and her life as a human tucked away.

Trudy Vanes (Mother): Max does not remember a lot about her mother. She tries to keep the tragedy of their deaths and her life as a human tucked away.

Sibling Names:

Egypt Vanes (Sister): Max does not remember a lot about Jamie, Trudy or Egypt. She tries to keep the tragedy of their deaths and her life as a human tucked away.

Children Names:

None

Romantic Connections:

Henry Dean (Ex-Boyfriend): Henry and Max had known of each other for years before actually speaking with each other about 5 years ago. There was some fluke with BOND and the two were pulled in to deal with the situation. Had Max known that they would hit it off like they did, she would have sought him out earlier. Henry asked her out for dinner at the end of their case and they dated for 3 years until Henry proposed to Max. Max was still unsure if Henry was the final answer and said no. Henry broke things off soon after instead of giving Max more time. Max and Henry’s relationship was private, Max is thankful no one has ever found out about the two of them or Max refusal of Henry’s proposal.

James ‘Jim’ Montgomery (Something): When Max could not return home because she had no family to return home to, she found solace in Ray and Jim. They were the only ones Max would allow near her as she and Nick continuously bumped heads. Jim is usually the one Max talks to first when she is unsure on a subject before bringing anything to Nick or Mills. Jim and Max had grown a part throughout the years, but she still found comfort in him when she needed it. However, since the RED massacre, Max and Jim’s friendship have taken a turn towards something more. Jim kissed Max during a heated argument 6 months ago which led to them having passionate sex at the SKIN headquarters. They went about their day afterwards and Max gave Jim a few days to approach her but he never did. When Max finally approached Jim 3 days later for clarification they agreed to take things slow. Max has recently started spending the weekend at Jim’s place.

Platonic Connections:

Josephine ‘Jo’ Floyd (Best Friend): Max met Jo only four years after Max was mistakenly changed when Jo was brought in from a rival pack that was abusing their woman. Their pack has always been diverse but for a while Max was one of the few changed African American females; especially one who was outspoken. Jo was a sweet relief, someone else that looked like 16-year-old Max, whose company was mainly Ray, Jim or Ben. While Max was already in training, Jo had just joined and had to start from the beginning. Max took to Jo like a moth to a flame. They were inseparable and still are.

Conrad Kale (Best Friend): Max and Conrad have been friends for years, but their relationship had become a lot closer since Conrad second of RED and started attending meetings. They would sit together and talk after joking about whatever happened in their respective groups. Max was there for Conrad when RED was massacred and when Conrad was promoted to third. Just like Ray in the past, Max thought she was developing feelings for Conrad and wanted to act on them, but Henry asked her out the day before Max thought about making her move.

Ray Hamelin (Old Friend): When Max could not return home because she had no family to return home to, she found solace in Ray and Jim. They were the only ones Max would allow near her as she and Nick continuously bumped heads. Ray became Max's family although she was not blind that Nick is Ray's only family. There was one point where Max was confused on whether or not she was romantically in love with Ray or if she loved the protector he had become of her. Ray and Max work side by side as liaison for their Clan and BOND.

Nick Hamelin (Unknown): Nick has always been hard on Max and in turn Max has given him Hell. Max had forgiven Nick a long time ago for the bite that changed her into a rat, but it has been clear to Max that Nick has yet to forgive himself. Instead of becoming the father and protector Max needed at the time Nick her enemy. Nick had threatened to kill her on numerous occasions. Nick had gone out of his way to embarrass her and degrade her worth. Max had survived his attacks and returned them tenfold. Everyone had ensured her that Nick saw potential in her and was only doing it for her own good, but she knew better. Nick either hated her or was intimidated by her. It took years of going back and forth but they have worked out somewhat of an understanding and friendship over the years. Max knows that Nick still believes that she has not forgiven him and tries to guilt him but Max knows it is Nick’s own way of self-pity and blame. Max cannot define their relationship but she does not hate Nick. She does not care for him either, at least, not in the way she cares for and loves Ray and Jim.

Mary Lang (Friend): Max and Jo took Mary out on the town a few days after Mary’s mom had passed. They helped Mary get dressed up, did her hair, and overall helped Mary become herself again. The three of them are incredibly close but Max enjoys her one on one time with Mary too.

Maya Morris (Friend): Max is not blind, she can tell that Maya looks up to her and sees Max as a role model. Max is flattered and tries her best to live up to Maya expectations. Max thinks Maya becoming friends with Mary and Conrad was a big step in the direction of personal growth for them all.

Achilles Idris (Good Friend): Max was surprised when she found out that Achilles was Jaxson's older brother. Achilles is a sweetheart and Max enjoys his company. They have settled into an easy friendship. There is something off about Achilles but Max had put it off as Achilles settling in and trying to separate himself from Jaxson. Max has her theories but has kept them to herself and imply that she is always there if Achilles needs someone to talk to about anything.

Vincent Kane (Liaison): Max has only recently reached out to Vincent after hearing about the increased hostility between Clan Rat and the human shifters. Max knows getting on the human shifters ‘shit list’ would not be beneficial but no one seems to be listening to her. Vincent and Max have met a few times and Max is hoping she can talk some sense into Jim and Ray for results.

Shannon Harris (Liaison): Max was happy when Ray told her that Shannon will be training as liaison. Max has been going easy on Shannon, helping her with the learning process and giving her suggestions whenever Shannon gets flustered or overwhelmed. They have been meeting outside of pack business for lunch.

Clara Fields (Contact): Max still does not know how Clara got her number, probably was Sam Thompson but everytime someone crosses the line at the Fields Hotel, Max gets a phone call instead of Mary or Nick. Max always helps out without much fuss and gets to the bottom of which rat is messing up.

Churchill Darling (Contact): Max befriended Church by mistake but has yet to end whatever it is that they have going on. Jim has warned her against using Church as a contact but Max is hoping opening another line of communication with the human shifters may be somewhat beneficial.

Lillian Pickford (Contact): Max has exchanged information with Lillian on multiple cases regarding the local supernaturals. Max would not call Lillian a friend but they are business friendly and professional with each other.

Milton Rod Jackman (Contact): Max is Milton’s contact when he is investigating supernatural events. Besides hashing out details or coming up with journalist coverup suggestions, Max and Milton barely talk and keep it strictly business.

Hostile Connections:

Jaxson Idris (Unsure): Jaxson and Max have never gotten along. Max does not know what it is about Jaxson but she couldn’t care less about anyone more than Jaxson. She has seen a change in him lately for the better. She isn’t putting her money in his pot and keeping her distance.

Keith ‘West’ Freeman (Annoyance): Keith is a liability that Max does not understand. If anyone else would have pulled the stunts that Keith had, Nick would have had them by the balls. Keith gets zero sympathy from Max.

Pets:

None

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1 and 3 for the bookish questions? 🥰👀

hayley i have literally no idea when you sent me this sorry but THANK YOU SM!!

1. What is your favourite book and/or book series of all time?

Okay I have two (2) favourites series and I could literally talk abt them all day so like. Sorry in advance.

They’re both by the same author, Sebastien de Castell (who’s releasing the first book in a new series... soon? July, I think!), who I clearly owe my entire life to!

The first is the Greatcoats series, which was his first, and has four books - essentially, the Greatcoats were once travelling magistrates who enforced the King’s Law in the nation of Tristia, until a bunch of assholes (the Dukes) rise up against the King, overthrow and execute him, and leave the Greatcoats a) unemployed and b) hated and reviled throughout the country. They’re narrated by Falcio val Mond, First Cantor of the Greatcoats, and also the world’s stupidest man, who somehow manages to be both incredibly endearing and supremely irritating, and for whom I would absolutely give my life if he wasn’t so keen to die all the time. Before his execution, the King (whom Falcio absolutely adored) gave each of the Greatcoats a special order (there were 144 of them, so I’m not sure how he had time, but whatever) - Falcio’s is to find one of the King’s charoites. Unfortunately, he has no idea what the fuck that is, he’s broke, his best friends Kest and Brasti aren’t even sure why they stick with him anymore (actually, that’s unfair to Kest, Kest is extremely loyal to Falcio above all else for the whole series), and THAT is where the first book, Traitor’s Blade, begins! (SPOILERS from here onwards!) Falcio finds his charoite about halfway through the first book in the form of a 13-year-old girl called Aline - the same name as Falcio’s wife, who was brutally raped and murdered by a local Duke when they were 20. At the end of the book Falcio realises Aline is in fact the King’s daughter (although, to be fair, Brasti realised it first) and the rest of the series is essentially Falcio trying to protect Aline (major spoiler: this does not work and she dies halfway through the last book and I cried SO HARD) and fighting back against various groups that threaten Tristia and the Laws he worked so hard to uphold back in the day. Along the way, he gets a girlfriend (who becomes Saint of Mercy in the third book and was, somehow, once possessed by the memory of his dead wife Aline), reunites with various former Greatcoats who hate his ass to varying degrees (but like, lovingly, for the most part), has extremely cute emotional bonding moments with Kest and Brasti (like the time Falcio was poisoned and was paralysed for longer and longer every time he woke up and Brasti decided to put a coffin over him one morning for funsies! I love him very much), and collects, by my count, at least 4 children (or at least people he cares for in a Very Paternal Manner).

The second series is called Spellslinger, and it has six books because life is good and SdC writes fast (side eyes @ Scott Lynch). The premise is this: Kellen comes from a people called the Jan’Tep, whose entire society essentially is built around the magic they wield. When Jan’Tep children turn 16, they must take their trials to become mages - if they fail, they are sent away from their family to become a part of the Sha’Tep, who are pretty much the Jan’Tep’s slaves. Kellen’s problem is this: he’s, like, two days away from turning 16, and he has pretty much no magic. All Jan’Tep have six “bands”, representing the different elements of magic: iron, silk, sand, breath, blood, and ember - there’s a seventh element too, shadow, but Jan’Tep children are not banded in shadow, as it’s considered evil. Sparking a band basically means you’re able to wield the element of that band - to pass your mage’s trials, you need to have sparked two. At the start of the first book, Kellen still hasn’t sparked any. His father is a powerful clan leader, his mother is a talented mage, and his younger sister Shalla is a prodigy with unheard-of talent, and yet Kellen, despite everything his parents have tried, has little to no magic, and seems destined for a life among the Sha’Tep. The book opens with Kellen’s first trial, his duel, which he’s just about managing to bluff his way through until Shalla (fucking Shalla) realises he’s cheating, and, in some wild attempt to make him find some power or something, literally stops his heart. He’s saved by a mysterious red-haired woman called Ferius Parfax, who speaks with the equivalent of a Southern drawl and is just kind of wildly competent at pretty much everything. I’m now at risk of literally just rewriting the entire first book here so: Kellen spends more time with Ferius, although it’s discouraged, continues to fail his mage’s trials, uncovers a Sha’Tep rebellion conspiracy fuelled by a rival Jan’Tep clan leader, and, crucially is counterbanded by his parents - that is, his parents fill his bands with molten metal and magic sigils which mean he’ll never be able to spark them. This is a horribly painful process, emotionally and physically, to which Kellen never agreed, and he’s literally strapped down to a table for days - he discovers that his grandmother banded him in shadow, a strictly forbidden practice, and that he has the shadowblack, considered a terrible affliction which probably hints at some terrible inner darkness, although throughout the first book the main effect for Kellen is just some dark markings around his left eye. With the help of a violent squirrel cat, with whom Kellen can somehow communicate and whom he freed from a Jan’Tep cage several days ago, he manages to escape before his parents counterband his breath band, and he sparks it - it turns out that he was actually as powerful as Shalla, but the things his parents made him take to “cure” his weakness were in fact suppressing his power. Long story short, the counterbanding and the shadowblack kind of... end his hopes of a normal life in Jan’Tep society, and so he runs away with Reichis (the squirrel cat) and Ferius (who, as it turns out, is Argosi - a traveller who kind of... not quite predicts things, but notes the likely course of events in the world around her) to become an outlaw - specifically, a spellslinger, an outlaw mage who has a little magic, a few tricks, and their hopefully sharp wits to live by.

Tragically, Kellen’s wits are not very sharp, and he spends the next five books being kind of terrible at being an outlaw, crying after every single fight he’s in (verbatim, “I always cry after a fight”), developing a very sweet mentor-student/parent-child relationship with Ferius, reuniting with his childhood crush Nephenia (who had to leave the Jan’Tep for... reasons), becoming best friends with the squirrel cat, getting separated from Ferius for two books, and tearfully reuniting with her in the final book, after which she prompty nearly dies.

So. Uh. I’m super sorry, I was UNAWARE of exactly how much happened in Spellslinger (like, the first book, which is also titled Spellslinger) in particular, and I just really love talking about them! I’m an absolute sucker for found family dynamics and characters learning to appreciate both themselves and the people around them, and both series are absolutely full of that!

3. What is the oldest book you have ever read? (Based on its written date)

I’m currently reading the Odyssey for my school’s epic reading group (as in, a group for reading epic literature, not just... it’s really cool), so I suppose it’s that!

#long post #LONG LONG POST #the greatcoats #spellslinger #ah damn i post them on my other blog usually #hay-bale

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