#I LOOOOVE WHEN INTERESTS COLLIDE

[minteetho]

THE LONELY

[zaimta]

Hiii! Are your requests open? I’ve been reading your OP stories and I loooove them!

So I was wondering if I can request a story where Ace and zoro are both interested in you, like hella interested and causes a lot of tension ? You can choose how it ends and who reader ends up with lol.

zai broadcasts - pre time skip zoro gotta love him man this idea was a serve anon, im gonna split this into 2 parts bc i actually love both of them and i can’t pick one and i have ideas for both that i wanna use so stay tuned for em!!

˗ˏˋzoro ver. ˗ˏˋace ver.

˗ˏˋ«────── « 𓆩♡𓆪 » ──────»

“nice to meet you everyone i’m ace, and thank you for taking care of my kid brother by the way i know he can be a bit much.”

“oh no he is the near death situations we’ve been in is insane…and you just got on the grand line??”

ace laughed at your snarkiness “that is true he has a tendency to not think!”

nami shrugged her shoulders “well if we’re being honest here i don’t get paid enough to die every five minutes.”

“agreed.” the remaining stawhats spoke in unison slightly annoying their captain.

“hey i’m an excellent captain thank you very much!”

after the reunion between brothers ace revealed he was looking for a man named blackbeard and since their paths collided he decided to travel along with luffy and his crew.

“so are you gonna stop staring at him or go talk to him?” nami nudged you with a grin becoming aware of your little crush on ace.

you nudged her back with burning cheeks “shut up! it’s not like that nami.”

she rolled her eyes and mimicked your voice while fluttering her eyelashes “oh ace you’re so handsome! oh ace you’re hotter than your devil fruit! oh ace the things i’d let you do to me-”

“nami!” you shouted in embarrassment your face growing warm at her horrible impressions and the fact that he might’ve heard.

“the logical thing here would be to just talk to him! it’s not everyday you see a catch like him on the grandline y/n.”

“yeah…” you sighed looking over to where the green haired swordsman was leaned the mast he was napping as per usual, but the way the sun hit his skin just right. you couldn’t help but to stare, accidentally zoning nami out in the process only hearing her again when he gently nudges you for your attention.

“oohhh zoro too huh” she smirked at you but then sighed “personally im team ace im pretty sure he can pay his debts on time…”

“oh speak of the devil here he comes~” nami’s eyes followed ace as he walked along the deck of the merry, she noticed how his eyes lit up once he spotted you and she smirked to herself.

you turned around making eye contact with ace and turned around immediately, which caused nami to laugh at you being to nervous. “ready or not here he comes” she giggled.

“hey y/n, how are you doing”

nami giggled “oh? so excited to see them you forgot all about me?” ace attempted to respond but nami cuts him off speaking with a devilish grin directed towards you “up bup up! i’ll leave you two love birds to talk okay?” she ways goodbye to the two of you and walks into the kitchen of the merry.

ace sighs and sits next to you on the deck, his shoulder softly brushing against yours “so what was that all about?” he chuckles while pointing in nami’s direction. you roll your eyes with a slight smile on your face “that’s just how nami is, y’a know sweet dependable, insufferable nami…so” you look him in the eyes “what’s life like for you on the seas mr. ‘fire fist’” ace smiles at you “oh you know sailing, meeting amazing people, can’t forget running from the navy.”

you chuckle a bit “you don’t say?”

he chuckles “yup, the best part has been meeting amazing people like you” he takes his hat off and places it on your head with a grin “you’re quite the catch y/n.”

from the kitchen sanji watched the two of you on the deck, and suddenly gasped loudly which got the attention of nami and zoro “that bastard?! taking my y/n like that?!?” he shouts angrily. nami raises a brow “what now?” sanji points at the window with tears welling up in his eyes “everyone knows that if a cowboy puts their hat on someone, they’re claiming that person, that bastard just claimed y/n!” he speaks through sobs “nami-swan hold meeeee” me leapt into her arm’s crying into her shirt so she had no choice but to comfort the cook “there there” nami rolls her eyes while patting his back lightly.

“so what you’re saying his y/n is his now?” zoro said suddenly grabbing the attention of nami and the weeping cook, nami smirks at the swordsman “what do you have a crush on y/n or something? y/n looks cozy with ace don’t you think, are you sure you can’t even make a dent in that?”

zoro sucks his teeth “what’s that supposed to mean?” nami’s smirk grew wider and there was a mischievous glint in her eyes “im saying that y/n seems pretty into ace, unless you’re into y/n and you want to change that.” zoro snaps at the ship’s navigator in frustration “of course i want to change that!”

zoro’s eyes grow wide at what he said and a brush quickly creeps up his neck and spreads across his face “i mean-”

sanji looks at zoro in shock while nami has a grin on her face, she points towards the deck where the two of you are sitting “so how about you go do something about it, swordsman.”

[foodsies4me]

August Malec fic rec!

So the original theme for this month was going to be warlock!Alec as suggested by the lovely @creedofdrums but I realized I don’t know enough warlock!Alec fics to to fill a rec list so I have temporarily postponed the theme for a later date. So, this month is going to be The World Inverted Malec! As always, I have tagged the authors but if you prefer I don’t please tell me because I don’t want these to be annoying for the authors.💜

If you want to add your own recs, please feel free to do so!😊

One-shots:

How Rare and Beautiful by @glorious-spoon: TWI Magnus meets our Magnus and I loooove. Small moment of mistaken identity where TWI Magnus mistakes our Magnus as Asmodeus and I don’t k ow why but that part cracks me up without fail.

Summary:

Footsteps creak in the living room, and Magnus bolts upright, adrenaline flooding through him. His disturbed wards sting across his skin. He can taste the burn of the magic that slipped through them in the back of his throat. It feels strangely familiar, and that’s even more concerning. 

Or: the Magnus of 'This World Inverted' gets a couple of unexpected late-night visitors, and maybe a different perspective.

Worth the Risk by Aryn: TWI Magnus ends up in the shadowworld timeline/universe and meets a happy Magnus in a relationship with an equally happy Alec. Something he isn’t in his universe and maybe he might want to change that.

Summary:

When one of alt!Magnus' spells goes off course, he finds himself in a universe where another version of him is working as the High Warlock of Brooklyn and is in a stable relationship with shadowhunter Alec Lightwood. Together, the three of them have to figure out how to send him back to his old dimension. 

He's just not sure how he's going to break the news that he and Alec aren't together in his universe.

When the Worlds Collide by the prolific and renowned orphan_account: Malec meets TWI Malec and this fic is *delightful*.

Summary:

Magnus notices his Alternate self eyeing his husband up and down, "Yeah, I'll start explaining and you go and put on some clothes, okay?" He tells Alec. 

Alec knows why Magnus had said that and he laughs, "Now that's a line I never thought I'll hear you say." he winks at him and turns to go back to his bedroom, flexing his arms casually. It makes Alternate Magnus gasp. 

"Magnus," Alternate Alec elbows his boyfriend.

"Huh?" Alternate Magnus blinks and turns his head to face his Alec with a start. 

"Stop checking him out," Alec says accusingly, in a hushed voice, "I'm literally standing right here"

"wha- I wasn't" 

Or: Magnus Lightwood-Bane, The High Warlock of Brooklyn, gets drunk and summons his (and his husband's) alternate selves in this universe. 

And Alexander Gideon Lightwood-Bane, The Head of the New York institute, Is tired of his husband's drunken messes. 

Maybe this could end up well. Maybe this could end up a disaster. But it's definitely an interesting experience.

Well I Didn’t Expect That… by Tiger_Tiger_Burning_Bright: What if TWI Alec found Magnus after Clary and Jace just left, dead demon on the ground included?

Summary:

To say Magnus had had an eventful day would be somewhat of an understatement what with demons and shadowhunters from alternative dimensions, not to mention getting his magic back.

Perhaps he hoped that things would calm down once alternative Clary and Jace left. Unfortunately for his he didn't factor in two things.

Firstly years of neglect meant his magic wasn't as strong as he was used to which certainly made disposing of a dead demon challenging to say the least.

Secondly Alexander Lightwood, the tall, dark and frighteningly handsome mundane he'd met earlier, seemed determined to track him down.

Or what happens when the man who was flirting with you finds you in a dingy basement with a very dead demon.

Happy Birthday, Beautiful by theMagnusBane: TWI Alec throws Magnus a birthday party! What more could you want?

Summary:

The thing about having lived for centuries is that birthdays are no longer such a big deal. A pity no one told that to Magnus Bane's party extraordinaire boyfriend: Alec Lightwood.

Multi-chapter fics or series:

Never Stand Between Two Mirrors by @oncethrown: TWI Alec ends up in the shadowworld universe. I adore the characterization in this fic and both Alecs interacting is the best!

Summary:

Alec has enough on his plate right now. His parents are furious at him, Magnus Bane is making him feel things he's trying so hard not to feel, his wedding is coming up, and his world is breaking apart.

What he doesn't need is a fussy mundane version on himself showing up in the Institute basement. What he doesn't need is Magnus telling him that they'll just have to wait for Seelie Magic to suck that version of himself back to his own dimension.

But since when does Alec get what he needs?

Alternate Dimension Alec gets trapped in the Shadowhunter reality at some point after the "I know you feel what I feel" scene. The gang desperately tries to stop chaos from ensuing.

Through The Looking Glass by @imawriteriwrite this series is just all around adorable and perfect for a feel-good read.

Summary:

After everything with the Soul Sword, after breaking apart and then bringing their lives back together, Alec wanted to do something to show Magnus that he truly loved him. Something that would let the warlock know just how important he was.

A world revived by apathyinreverie: I adore all of this author’s fics but this is certainly one among my favourites!

Summary:

What if the ever-so-brief presence of two Shadowhunters in the inverted world had some unexpected, rather far-reaching consequences? What if magic and demons return to a world that has entirely forgotten how to handle either? 

And suddenly Magnus finds himself stuck explaining the Shadowworld to a group of nephilim who think that seraph blades are pretty cool lightsaber knockoffs and who instead of discussing obscure demon lore keep quoting Disney movies at each other. 

If Ragnor were still alive, he'd laugh himself silly at Magnus' current plight.

hold you to the floor (I was only falling in love) by @liminoidal: Magnus’ magic and Alec, what more perfect combination is there?

Summary:

This won’t be the last I see of you, Alexander, he thought to himself, and he couldn’t tell if it was his own excitement or the magic of his very soul (if the vile thing existed) that purred with excitement.

(Or, four times Magnus' magic behaved... oddly around Alec, and one time that Alec had the answers.)

[celestialflamesme]

| KARMA AND CRAZY MIDGETS | A Venai One-shot Modern AU | Fairy Tail Next Generation |

Ships: Raidyn Dreyar x Venetia Redfox

Dedicated to @primaverafrog @luna-chan00 @biorckstudios18 @animaration-fts @cxndy-stxrs (Lol, I can't believe that no-paragraph breaks worked😂 I fooled Tumblr, y'all!😎😆)

You'd think having a town overtaken by the mafia would make people more apprehensive, if anything. But if Magnolians were anything, they were huge (and he simply could not stress this enough) idiots.

Raidyn prided himself in not partaking in anything Fairy-esque which was more than what he could say about some of his colleagues (Yes, they named themselves Fairy 'Tail' of all things! How no one in this town even got the spelling right was beyond him....)

"Did you hear about Fullbuster and that Fernandez chick? They're together now!" Some red head he'd forgotten the name of (What! It was too late to ask her now!) stage-whispered.

"Who? Storm?"

The entire cafe burst into laughter. "Like Storm would even look at a girl that's not Nashi."

Point proven. They!! were!! on!! first!! name!! basis!! (He bet no one in this room even knew his last name, let alone first. Not that it mattered. He liked slinking in the shadows, although it was practically impossible with his snow-white hair)

Geez, did these people have no lives? They were talking about delinquents for Pete's sake! And ones that sure loved messing up the town in their infamous brawls. But did the people care? Nooooo.

Ugh, one more year and he'd be out of this whacked up place. Wiping a tabletop, he forced a smile on his face and pretended to be interested in the topic.

"Cass, I'll have a black and a burger with fries," a voice interrupted. A voice he was very familiar with.

Did he happen to mention that the most annoying one of them all had made this her hangout spot?

At 5'1, you'd think Venetia Redfox would be the least intimidating person ever. But with crimson red eyes and a Devil-may-care attitude that made up for it, no one dared mess with her. She also caused 75% of the fights in town and had a smirk straight out of a Wattpad Bad-boy fanfic.

Boy, did he hate her.

"You're gonna chip it off with that grip, Blondie."

Oh my god, she did not just-

Raidyn shot her a glare and strode to the back of the register, faintly registering a chuckle (Who the hell did she think she was?) before picking up another order.

Little Miss Redfox however sat at a corner table and continued doing whatever the hell she usually did every Tuesday and Friday for 3 hours in a row (he should know, he was there glaring at her at closing time).

But the kicker this time was, at that moment, her phone rang. You have never really seen your world end right before your eyes if you haven't seen a 5 foot psychotic looking delinquent decked in leather that drove in a motorcycle there by the way (How does one willingly ride on a metallic death-trap like that?!) mumble the words 'Cha cha real smooth' and pick up a call with the most deadpan look ever.

Raidyn almost cried. Almost.

"Are you kidding me? Do it yourself! I swear to God, you always do this shit, Dragneel!" She got up from her seat and walked out, just like she looooved doing smack dab in the middle of her classes back at Magnolia High.

Good riddance.

........

He jinxed it. Karma was such a bitch.

Though no sort of karmic revenge could explain the shit he had to go through that week.

First off, he had 4 assignments due in by the end of the week. And turns out that was the exact week his dear red-head colleague decided would the perfect time for a vacation (It's the middle of September, where in hell's name was she planning to go to?)

Guess who had double shifts now?

This clown.

Ugh. Talk about chivalry and all that loyalty shit.

And yes, of course his car had to break down, and the local bus had to change it's schedule, which left him with his last resort: walking 4 and a quarter miles to school (Oh, he found that out the hard way all right) to college. Nashi and the Fullbuster kid (He sure loved walking around shirtless a little too much) decided to brawl (again) and bam, his locker got caught in the crossfire.

In fact things were so overly shitty that he became skeptical come Thursday when the day seemed relatively normal.

"You've been scowling all week, Dreyar. Anything the matter?"

Raidyn snapped out of his reverie and groaned. "Dad, why not just call me by my name like any normal person would?"

"Because that doesn't build-"

"CHARACTER!! WE GET IT!" His mom, Mirajane mimicked with a scowl. "Well, we're just going to get two Happy meals and then we're off, honey!"

He faintly registered Hunter snickering in the background (How immature. Raidyn wasn't one to get embarrassed by his parents. Plus, none of it would ever compare to the Disco Fiasco of 2001. How else do you think he got his car? Sweet, sweet guilt-tripping....)

The day buzzed past but his suspicions only intensified tenfold. (Call him a pessimist, he didn't care) And like a bull in a China shop, a tiny midget Redfox (the one and only) strut in.

Now, he was behind the counter at that moment handling the red-head (he really ought to learn her name someday) so he didn't notice 5 feet of brute strength that climbed up behind him and dragged him (poor, unsuspecting him) into the supply closet.

Oh no, he was not kidding. The supply closet. Of all the places the perpetrator could've-

The lights flickered on and he screeched (What? Any human would!) at the red irises staring determinedly into his own non-red eyes. (Seriously, were those even real?) Raidyn wasn't scared of no judgement, what did scare him (maybe not that much, now that he knew who those belonged to) was Satan's minion and her RED AS FUCK EYES! LIKE SERIOUSLY-

Clearing his throat and trying to salvage some faux dignity after that dramatic display, he grunted, "Touch me one more time and you're-"

"Yeah, yeah I get it, big guy. Look, I need a favour."

Venetia Redfox crossed her arms and stood threateningly in front of the entrance.

Who was she kidding? "Nope," he muttered and swerved right around her and made his way to the counter. (Pipsqueak. She really should've seen that coming.)

And right as he turned right towards the display case, he found her leaning against it with her shoulder, looking bored. "Yes. And now."

How the- PPHIGXUTDUTZUT- HOW DID SHE JUST-

"Parkour." She deadpanned.

Raidyn gave Venetia a long, long look and sighed, striding towards her. Her smirk widened in anticipation as-

He picked her up like a sack of potatoes and tossed her over his shoulder.

"WHAT THE- THIS IS HARASSMENT!!"

"Technically, you cornered me first," he stated matter-of-factly and dropped her on her feet (she looked like a hissy kitten, hmm.) Then proceeding to close the doors at her, he picked up a poster of her (he kept posters of all of them for a day like this. Ah, foreboding luck. He could feel it.) and pinned it onto the front door.

BANNED: VENETIA REDFOX

(Was he even allowed to do that, you might ask, but bah, who cares? Rabid girls are a nationwide threat.)

.................

As he wrapped up and prepared to leave, Raidyn had a niggling feeling he forgot something very, very crucial. Uh-

A body collided onto his own and climbed (I kid you not) him (THE FUCK KIND OF ANIMALS DID MAGNOLIA OWN?) before a tiny, rough hand muffled him. Oh no.

"Yoph kiphing mmph!" Raidyn groaned.

"I need you to teach me how to solve a Rubix Cube."

What. Excuse Raidyn for not knowing, but was Rubix cube some mafia codeword for mafia stuff? Stealing a car, fighting goons, skipping classes or drug dealing? Raidyn Dreyar had a long jail-free life ahead of him, mind you.

BUT SERIOUSLY, SOLVE A RUBIX CUBE?! HOW FRICKING RANDOM WAS THAT?! WHO EVEN TOLD HER HE KNEW HOW TO SOLVE ONE? WHAT WAS WRONG WITH THIS GODFORSAKEN TOWN?!!!

(Some might say he really had to stop reading those novels his mom bought. Some might be right. Whatever.)

Back to the topic on hand, he mumbled inaudibly. Her cropped hair tickled the sides of his face as she squinted at him, "What?"

Was she kidding right now? He pointed at her hand covering his mouth and her eyes widened as she let out a nervous laugh. (Geez, talk about stupid.)

He took in a deep breath and shook her off him. She stood there patiently (As patiently as a Redfox could, anyway.) as he straightened his shirt.

"First things first, NO!" And he stalked away.

He registered a groan from behind him and quickened his pace. However, the midget in question managed to propel herself at break-neck speeds and no joke, TACKLED him.

"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-"

"GET OFF ME, YOU PSYCHOTIC-"

Karma was such a bitch.

Macao, the guard standing by the parking lot, huffed, "They don't pay me enough for this."

...............

The only reason he was doing this was because she offered to fix up his car. (How did she even know it wasn't starting?) Also because it had been a while since he brushed up on his Rubix skills. Also because he wanted to get rid of the midget before she followed him home. (He figured his mom and dad would ENJOY her presence and replace him with her. He had crazy parents.)

Everyday she'd make sure to meet him (mostly by cornering him in the hallways) and in exchange for these classes, she'd work on his car at the weekend.

The first time she came over to his house (to work on his car, but he didn't know that) was rather embarrassing because he kinda sorta thought she was a burglar and locked his garage, yelling at the top of his lungs. His dad, Laxus came out with a taser (Dad sure loved his tasers.) Of course, when he finally opened the garage doors, he was met with an unimpressed look from the Redfox in question. (God, he was such a drama queen.)

The midget had a lot of trouble twisting her hands at the beginning of her sessions and he loved teasing her about her 'butter fingers' every time she accidentally flung the cube across the room or out the window in one rare occasion.

You know, she was kind of fun to have around.

"And that's the algorithm! You're all done!" He cheered, glad to have this behind him.

"Geez, you don't have to sound that excited to get rid of me." Venetia teased.

"What? No....." He feigned innocence.

"D'aww, admit it, you enjoyed my company."

"Please, more like I was scared for my life." He mumbled. She snorted.

"Catch you later, alligator."

Did she just- "NO WAY, JOŚE!" (That was lame even for him. Gosh dang it, she was laughing at him....)

Fricking Redfox.

......................

That weekend, Raidyn thought he deserved a good ol' evening out with his friends/colleagues (technically it was the manager that suggested it and he tagged along for the heck of it. He wasn't much of a social person, per se.)

He guessed Karma was still on a streak when Venetia Redfox entered the very same place they'd chosen for karaoke night and sat herself on one of the tables in front of them. And proceeded to order nothing.

The raven-head didn't even have her notebook (that always made her look disarmingly tiny) or her phone. Oh well, she must've been waiting for someone.

As the hours passed, he found himself exceedingly irritated for no reason.

"Who in their right mind would stand up The Venetia Redfox?" His colleagues whispered (rather loudly, according to him) and she just tapped her fingers away, oblivious to it all.

Fine, whatever.

"Sup." He towered over her and greeted, moving to take a seat next to her.

She blinked at him.

Okay, you couldn't exactly judge him. She was a regular and tipped good and people were being annoying about her and oh, her tapping was distracting and he had a massive headache coming. That's all. Simple as that.

"Don't you have better shit to do?" Red irises stared at him impassively.

"What are you doing here by yourself?" He asked coolly.

"Well, Nashi was supposed to-"

"I'M HERE! I'M HERE! I'M-" Both tilted their heads just in time to see Nashi ram into the glass doors. The now groaning pinkette was sprawled on her butt in front of the entrance. "Fricking doors."

"That's her." Venetia deadpanned. Raidyn shook his head sympathetically.

"Heyo Ven! Heh, kinda lost track of time beating Frostbite at Mario Kart," her doe eyes scanned him. "Raidyn! I didn't know you guys were friends!" She grinned.

Raidyn gave her a two-finger salute in greeting.

Nashi's eyes suddenly widened in realisation. "YOU'RE TEACHING HER THE RUBIX?!"

"Uh..."

"Yup." Venetia smirked. "He's a great teach. His parents have taken me in as their own."

"WAIT! WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?! HOW WAS I NOT AWARE OF THIS?!"

"Just like that, Blondie. What can I say? It's the charm," She grinned at his bewildered face.

"You guys are all ready for the challenge then?" Nashi wiggled, now nervous, "Ven, I didn't mean to drag you into this, but Clint was-"

"It's cool, dumbass." Venetia shrugged. "Ain't your fault that they're dipshits."

At his confused look, Nashi clarified, "People like picking on us just because we're Fairies and held to the same standards as our parents. This frat dude decided he had to prove he was smarter than the Fairies and decided to pick a Rubix cube challenge of all things." She rolled her eyes. "Bet he taught he was real original thinking that one up."

"Bet he did." Storm scoffed. (Wait, what?)

"WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?"

"From- the front door?" Storm scratched his head in genuine confusion. (As if Raidyn was the weird one that sneaked up behind people like a stalker!)

Nashi facepalmed. "Why the heck are you here, Frostbite?"

"Just like that."

"Gosh, you're so annoying."

"Wanna say that to my face, Flamebrains?!" Storm yelled. (Oh, not again....)

"Guys, please don't...." Raidyn said, but both didn't seem to be paying attention to him.

"I SAID YOU'RE ANNOYING! FIGHT ME!" She threw a punch at him and before he knew it both were throwing napkin holders and vases at each other.

Venetia seemed to be enjoying the show, and pulled him to the back of the room, "This might take a while," she stated. "Wanna grab a milkshake?"

Well, he was kind of craving one. "Why not?"

..................

Today was the day of Venetia's challenge and Raidyn found himself nervous.

"You sure they won't wreck the place?" He grumbled for the umpteenth time.

Venetia groaned. "Do you have no faith in my abilities, Dreyar?"

"Nope. None whatsoever."

She raised an eyebrow, "Shame on you, then. I wouldn't let a good friend lose his job on my behalf. Dally ho, now!" She cheered.

He blinked at her, giving her a small reluctant smile. "Kick ass, Ven."

She tilted her head toward him and gave him a grin that knocked the breath out of him. "Thanks, Raidyn."

Shit. When did- when did she get so pretty?

"Look who we have here. You sure you're in the right place, Redfox?" A voice condescended. The owner of the voice was a grimy looking kid that looked like one of those middle-school spelling-bee losers that bragged about it whenever they met someone new.

"Clint." Venetia deadpanned.

Raidyn broke out into a fit of laughter, making 'Clint' (What kind of sad name was that?) glare at him. (Oh please, Little Clint was totally quaking in his boots! Why'd he even bother coming?)

"Let's begin then! Pick a shuffler." Clint drawled.

Venetia picked Nashi while Clint, after a moment of deliberation, picked one of his gang-mates (What did they call it? The Math club?)

"You may begin."

Both Nashi and the grimy dude shuffled for the better of 15 seconds. Clint just scoffed and clicked like a pretentious know-it-all, making comments like, "You're making it easier by shuffling harder, you know. Make it tougher for me, Nashi dear."

Raidyn had to give it to the pinkette, he would've smacked the teen by now.

"Okay," the referee, Storm cheered, (even though he looked like he was ready to kill Clint) "Timer starts, NOW!"

Both twisted and turned the cube furiously, Venetia sticking her tongue out in concentration while the teen twisted his arms like a man possessed.

"I'M DONE!" Venetia dropped the cube with a thud onto the table. "How's that for a Redfox?"

"E-excuse me? That's insane! It's only been," Clint checked the timer like the sore loser he was, "31 seconds!"

"Too bad," she smirked. (Well shit, that was hot...)

"I demand a rematch!"

Nashi moved to protest, but Venetia silenced her with a hand, "Whatever you say, kid..."

"This time, we swap cubes!" He whined like the little weasel he was.

3 minutes later, the rematch began and Venetia plopped her cube on the table with a glare.

"You think you're smart giving me a faulty cube, don't you?"

"And I'm done!" The weasel had the nerve to say. "I don't know what you're talking about Venetia, I used the same cube and it worked just fine. Maybe it was a stroke of luck on your part the first tim-"

He couldn't finish his tirade because Raidyn took that opportunity to check the cube (He didn't have to though, he believed Venetia enough to know she wouldn't make up excuses.) and yeeted it at his face like he'd been itching to do from the moment he saw the turd.

"YOU IDIOT! I'LL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS-"

"GET HIM!"

"OH NO, YOU DON'T!" Nashi growled, "I'M ALL FIRED UP NOW!"

Oh dear.

Okay, maybe the fight wouldn't get too big, these were scrawny kids after a-

Yeah, Nashi Dragneel just flipped a table on them.

There goes his job.

"GO, NASHI!" His manager cheered. (Okay, thank God this town was crazy.) "Raidyn! You can take the day off, kid. Have fun!"

Storm chose that moment to enter after his momentary toilet-break. "I WAS GONE FOR 3 MINUTES, WOMAN! WHAT THE HELL?!"

"JOIN US, STRIPPER!"

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!"

"YOU HEARD ME!"

Venetia, unbothered by the chaos behind her, pulled him by the arm, her eyebrows furrowed at him, "Well, I tried. But hey, looks like you still have your job. That's a win, right?" She scratched her neck, laughing.

He sighed, putting caution to the wind. This was Ven after all. "Ice-cream date? My treat for today's win."

A smile erupted on her face, "Only if we take my bike there."

.............

Bonus (That no one asked for):

"Okay, so you have to grip it right. Not too tight. Just enough to nudge it in the right direction." Venetia explained, from where she was seated in front of him on the death tra- bike.

Raidyn nervously laughed, "I've got this in the bag, I don't know what you're worried about." The tilt in his voice gave away his panic, however. She raised an eyebrow.

"Humor me then."

Okay.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

GO!!

"DON'T CLOSE YOUR EYES, YOU IDIOT!!" Venetia screeched. She reached over and took over the handlebars just in time as they nearly crashed into a tree Raidyn was headed for.

He got off the bike and tripped, falling face-first on the ground. Fricking Jelly-legs. "I am never riding that death trap again." Raidyn groaned.

"What the heck?!" Venetia questioned, bewildered. "How'd you even get your driver's ed with such sucky basics?"

"IT'S A DEATH TRAP, THAT'S WHY!!"

"OF COURSE IT'S A DEATH TRAP IF YOU'RE NOT LOOKING WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!!!"

"Fight me Ven, I'm never getting on that thing again!"

"Too bad, I have to drop you back home too." The sneaky devil dared smirk at his plight.

Fricking Karma.

He wouldn't have it any other way, though.

.............

[whump-tr0pes]

Continuation from day 3 and 15

(Looking for title suggestions. “continuation from day 3 and 15″ just doesn’t flow, you know?)

My whumptober days 3 and 15 (delirium and unconscious) got so much more attention than I expected. I decided to take it and run with it and oooooh my god did I get some tasty ideas. 

I decided to give some of the characters gender, just because they were seeming to write themselves with a gender in my mind anyway. I haven’t had a good dude whump since I started on Tumblr and I loooove dude whump. 

The leader’s name is Isaac, villain’s name is Gavin, whumpee’s name is Sam.

AO3

The phone rang and Isaac jolted awake. He looked over at his teammates, all asleep in a pile on the couch. Sam was huddled between them, sound asleep. They looked peaceful.

Another ring. He padded his pockets, searching for their phone. He pulled it out and stared at the number. It was unfamiliar. It might be one of the others on a burner phone.

He hit the button to answer it and put it to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hello, Isaac.”

His blood chilled at the sound of Gavin’s voice over the phone. “Gavin? How did you get this number?”

“Oh, Sam gave it to me. I guess I should say, they begged me to let them give it. I don’t think they would have lasted much longer if they’d forced me to keep beating them.”

Isaac’s throat constricted. “What do you want?”

“I want Sam back. You interrupted me getting to know them…it was such fun. Easy, but fun. I want to see them again. You’re going to give them to me.”

“Like hell I will,” Isaac hissed. He got up off his nest of blankets on the floor and stalked to the kitchen, not wanting to wake the team. “You’ll never get to us. Sam didn’t tell you everything. We’re somewhere you will never find us.”

“So you’re not at 2208 Pineview Lane?”

Isaac’s blood ran cold. “N…no.”

“Hm. The tracker I forced Sam to swallow begs to differ.”

All the blood ran out of his face. He stumbled and caught himself on the counter. “…what?”

“The tracker. In Sam’s system.”

“I…no…”

“So here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to send Sam to me. You don’t have to tell them why, just…send them out to the main road. I’ll be waiting there. If you don’t…” Isaac held his breath as Gavin paused. “I am poised to blow the whole house to hell, right now.”

Isaac swallowed hard. “No. You can’t have them. They…they’re ours…”

“Then you choose for everyone to die?”

Isaac took a deep breath as his hand clenched into a fist. “Take me.”

There was a surprised pause on the other line. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” His voice was urgent. “Leave Sam alone and take me. You want someone to torture, I’m fresh. I can take more. Sam’s broken, they won’t…” He shivered as he said the words. “They won’t be any fun.”

A delighted laugh came over the line. “Take…you? Wow. I’ve heard so much about you. Your bravery…Sam had wonderful things to say. I guess they’re all true. I accept.”

“How do I know you’ll leave Sam alone if you take me?”

“Well, you don’t. But the tracker will work its way out of their system in the next few hours. As long as they’re away from your team when it happens, that’s it for me. I won’t be able to find them after that.”

I have to take that chance. I can’t let him have Sam. “Ok. I’ll meet you at the road.”

“Can’t wait.” With a click, the line went dead.

Isaac felt his stomach drop to his shoes. I can’t let him have Sam. I can’t. It should have been me the first time. It should have been me. He pressed his face into his hands, feeling the burn of tears behind his eyes. I have to go. It should have been me. He turned away from the kitchen towards the door –

And nearly collided with Sam.

Oh, no. Did they hear…?

Sam swallowed a sob and Isaac knew they had.

“You…you can’t…” they whispered.

Isaac’s hands fell to his sides. “I don’t have a choice, Sam. I have to go. I have to. I can’t…can’t let him have you.”

Tears were streaming down Sam’s face. “Isaac, please…please don’t. Just let me go. He can have me, he can…I already told him everything…it wouldn’t put anyone at risk…”

Isaac stepped forward and gripped Sam’s shoulders. Sam winced slightly as his hands pressed against the wounds on their arms, but they didn’t pull away. “No. Absolutely not. You’ve been through enough, Sam. Stay here, tell the others what happened once I leave. Did you hear the part about -”

“- the tracker, yes. I heard. I…” Sam began to sob quietly. “I led him straight to you…I’m sorry, I didn’t know…he told me it was poison, I thought…I’m so sorry…” They began to crumple in on themselves.

“No, Sam,” Isaac whispered fiercely. “None of this is your fault. But I…” He took a step towards the door. “I have to go.”

Sam moved in front of him. “No. I won’t let you. Please…” Their hands tangled in his shirt. “Please don’t do this…”

Isaac wrapped his hands gently around Sam’s wrists and guided their hands off his shirt. “Let me go, Sam.”

They took a shuddering gasp. “I’ll wake the others. We’ll all stop you. You can’t leave, please Isaac, don’t…”

He felt like a stone had settled in his stomach. “Don’t make me hurt you, Sam.” His throat ached with the strain of keeping his voice even. Tears pricked at his eyes. “You need to let me go.”

Sam opened their mouth to shout.

Isaac lunged forward and clapped his hand over their mouth. Their eyes went wide over his hands. They weakly pulled at his arms as he moved behind them, grabbing both of their wrists in one hand and holding them down. Sam struggled and screamed under his hands. They’re so weak still. Isaac hated himself as he felt their struggles become lethargic and slow. I have to do this. Tears burned on his face and fell into Sam’s hair.

Sam slowly grew still. That’s it, tire yourself out. Isaac pulled his hand away from their face and their head drooped on his shoulder. He placed them on the ground in the nest of blankets he’d made on the floor and covered them with one. They were already starting to wake up again. I have to go. Now. He dashed to the door, grabbing the car keys on the way out.

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fe3h & da matchup

@thegoodwitcher hello!! sorry this took me so long to get to. i hope you like them, and sorry for getting a bit carried away!! i’ve put them under a read more because they got a bit long

okay, for dragon age, i match you with...

alistair!!

i think alistair would flourish with a partner like you!! 

alistair is desperate to be loved and understood, and not only are you compassionate, caring and intuitive, but you also love making people feel loved; that’d be so, so important to him

and he’s going to try and return that energy as best he can; alistair isn’t someone to hold back when it comes to expressing his adoration for someone, so you’ll never have to guess how he’s feeling

you sound like the sort of person who’d be very open with your loved ones, and that would be the key strength in your relationship; there’s a trust and support to it that you both need 

also, i think you might be able to help him be a bit more,,, mindful?? alistair’s very loving, but i think he can struggle with extending empathy to certain other people sometimes (see: any of his conversations with morrigan slkdj). being with you might help him learn to be a bit more,,, understanding of people he doesn’t quite understand at first 

your sense of humour is also quite similar to his!! wit, puns, and dad jokes? that’s alistair to a t (although the jury’s still out on whether or not he can truly be counted as witty)

you both love making people laugh, and i think that’d be a big staple in your relationship; the two of you are just always laughing, all the time. the rest of your travelling troupe almost find it annoying, if it wasn’t kind of endearing 

it may take you two a little while to really hit it off, since your shyness may not collide all that well with his talkativeness. but, i think his persistence (and the power of propinquity) would end up with the two of you becoming friends -- and then whoops guess you’re in love now?? 

although, i think alistair will be a bit of a mess when it comes to your numb periods, simply because he doesn’t know what’s going on and he wants to help, he just doesn’t know how

but he’s a fast learner, and once he knows what the best course of action is, you can bet he’s going to learn to shut his mouth, or give you space, or whatever else you might want or need

and sure, he might get a bit annoying during those times, but i also have the feeling he’d still be able to make you laugh?? 

on a different note, he’d love your writing and your drawings!! he’d always tease you by asking you to write about or draw him; and if you decline, he’s going to get very playfully dramatic 

but he’s your biggest fan, and cherishes any such creative work you show or give him

it’s only a small detail, but i think alistair would share your interest in the occult!! he seems like an occasional hobbyist (the main evidence i have for this is that some of his gifts include rune stones!!), but he’d enjoy learning more from you  

he also has an interest in history!! so, you’d have a lot of interesting conversations about that (the two of you can help patch up each other’s gaps in knowledge, and share info with someone who loves it as much as you do!!)

in a more modern setting, he’d definitely enjoy video games, and i can see him getting playfully competitive about them (although, i think he wouldn’t be half as good at them as he’d claim to be)

side note: your mbti types are quite similar!! i think he’s an enfp, so you’d be able to bounce off each other quite well, and you’d have a good understanding of how each other’s minds work 

this is so delightful and now i’m emotional,,, can you tell i love alistair? because i really love alistair

alternate matches

fenris: fenris is very different to alistair as a character, but i think you’d still work!! once again, he’d flourish with a partner who was empathetic, caring and intuitive. he needs someone to be patient with him, to be gentle yet understanding. also, fenris?? quite witty. there’d be less laughs than with alistair, but i think there would be a surprising amount of levity to this relationship. i think he’d also find your interests fascinating; he’s got a bit of a curious streak, and i think he’d have a surprising amount of questions for you. he may have a harder time during your more reclusive episodes, though, since he seems prone to the same thing; it means he’d understand your mindset, but it could cause the occasional problem every now and then. but, overall, i think you’d be an excellent couple!! 

iron bull: bull is sort of a middle ground between the two, in a way?? kind of. sort of. not really. with bull, i think your empathy and compassion could prompt him to look at the world slightly differently, and to prioritize things that he never used to. but, you’d have a very playful, light-hearted relationship?? iron bull loves to laugh, and you’d be able to connect over that. the main reason i didn’t choose him as your main match is because i think he wouldn’t be the greatest when you were numb; well-meaning, yes, but a bit of a disaster. also the most likely to snap back, imo. he’d be more likely to try and push you out of your comfort zone, and he’s not as sensitive as the other two, but i think you’d be a surprisingly compatible couple!! 

for fire emblem: three houses, i match you with... 

ashe!!

another precious boy,,, another one that i adore,,, 

you share some very important qualities; namely, being compassionate, empathetic, and caring!! 

i think that means you’d have similar values?? which is something that’d be super important to ashe, and would form a good foundation to your relationship!!

i also think it means you’d understand each other very well, which’d help the two of you feel very comfortable with one another 

two caring people in a relationship is just a very precious concept?? you’d always know that someone has your back, and you two just seem like the sort to always do nice things for each other unprompted?? we stan 

i think ashe would also be the type of person who enjoys making people feel loved (a la my point above), and he’d just be such a good, attentive partner?? basically, i think he matches you really well

also, i think it means you guys would be so delightful to your friends?? everyone loves you two together, and they really love having you two around 

ashe enjoys a good pun, so i think he’d love your sense of humour!! you can always find something to laugh about (even if his jokes are terrible)

ashe is quiet, but he’s not shy; so i think he might have an easier time getting to know you, because he knows how to be respectful and take it slow

he’d understand your agoraphobia and your shyness, and he’s not really the type to try and push you out of your comfort zone (he may try and talk through things with you, but he’s not going to force you into anything you were uncomfortable with)

ashe is very attentive, so i think he’d be able to adapt to (and even predict) when you go into one of your numb states

he’ll know when you need him to be there and when you just want to be left alone, while doing his best to look after you in a way that works for you in that moment 

he has a very peaceful, inoffensive type of personality, so i feel like he might not annoy you when you were in one of those states?? i don’t know if that makes much sense ahaha but i just think that he’s so easy to get along with 

also, he loves your writing!! he loves to read your work, and he’s always so excited about what you’re working on (and he always wants to read more!!)

he also loves haring you talk about your interests, and he’s always very engaged; he tries to ask you questions, and he makes a genuine effort to listen well. i think he’d surprise you by bringing up stuff that you’d told him about months ago, showing you just how much he cares

and sure, he lives in a medieval fantasy world, but i feel like in a modern au, that’d be one of his favourite settings to read about!! 

also, side note, you’d have a nice visual difference, with your dark hair and deep eyes, and his more soft, gentle colour palette. not much to say about it, i just think you’d look lovely together

your relationship would just be super wholesome and i love it so much?? bless 

alternate matches

dimitri: i think you two would get along quite well!! dimitri would love a partner who was empathetic and caring, and i feel like he’d really appreciate the fact that you love making people laugh. the main reason i chose ashe over him is because i think ashe would be a better balance during your more reclusive, numb states. dimitri would be able to understand those mindsets more, and he’s also quite caring and attentive, but he may be,,, less sure of how to respond and react?? i chose ashe over him mainly based on my gut instinct, but he’d still be a great fit!! 

ignatz: you and ignatz have a few similarities, and i think that would beget a nice understanding between the two of you. you remind me a bit of marianne, and i think ignatz’ c & b supports with her are just precious. he’d be a great support for you, i think, and you share a love for creating art!! he’d also enjoy listening to you talk about your interests. the main reason i didn’t choose him as your main match comes down to humour; i just don’t see ignatz being as playful or humorous as the other two. i still think he’d be good, though!! the other two are just a bit better 

also you and alois would get on so well. literally the best of friends 

[wellntruly]

Babylon Berlin, Second Pass: Episode 8

Episode 8, the original first season finale! A fact my friend Jen lightly dropped in front of my face back on my first watch and which I collided with like a low-hanging tree branch, arms windmilling, “—whAT?” This does go a long way to explaining its HIGH KEY NATURE. Though actually, before I knew they were either, 1x09/2x01 felt more like a premiere to me than 1x08 felt like a finale. This is mostly do with how by this point there’s just a lot going on here, so it feels natural that a bunch of vectors would start colliding, generating all sorts of interest & excitement.

But for all its TUMULT, Babylon Berlin reminds me of real life---hang with me---in how they do relationship development. You know how it can take you a while to really meet certain people, and how your impressions of them might sorta hold at one thing for a little while, and then hop and change around as you actually finally get to know them? A) I feel like that’s the in-world experience of the characters in this show way more than a lot of shows I watch, which often have a more openly telegraphed idea of who their characters are from the start and what they want their relationships to be, so it’s more just seeing the play between how fast and far the show will move each of them along their paths. Babylon Berlin, frankly, has written characters with just a hell of a lot more real human complexity and nuance, and so, like our own lives, the characters take a while to get know each other. Y’know, maybe entire seasons, and not even that far even then! TRULY remarkable that in the whole first season, our two protagonists, the goddamn male and female leads, had like 1.5 episodes where they actually spent any time together, and then in the finale their fledgling connection takes a serious blow. They’re so judicious in how they dole this relationship out. Wonderful, make me waaiit for it.

And B) I feel like *my* relationships with these characters is also one of more non-linear, gradual growth. Looking back over my notes from my first watch, I was totally struck by how I went into this episode thinking of Edgar as simply “dapper octopus villain”, because that’s what his brief appearances up to this point had led me to judge him to be. But then I would spend so much of this episode actually with Edgar, watching the way he behaves under stress (so elucidating about people always), and you can basically watch me fall in love in real time with this character I’d already ostensibly “known” for seven episodes, which is just SO fun.

Anyway, all of this means that rewatching a show like this is a treat and a trip, because now when I’m watching The Armenian grumpily letting pint-sized Gereon Rath frogmarch him through his own establishment, I’ve got all my current affection and future-gained context for this to fucking murder me and rifle through my pockets for change!!!

You gracious, aggrieved gangster, hahahaaa oh Edgar I love you.

Notizen 1.8

hhhholy, fuck, yeah, this is the one that starts off with Gereon blindfolded with black satin and shiver-panting as someone empties a syringe into the crook of his arm and whispers at him to be easy, easy now Gereon, like that’s gonna be something I can lightly contend with then or ever! god, whenever anyone assures you that nothing’s going to happen to you, it just opens up this possibility of all the things that could!!

he has him strapped to the bed, his thin wrists shaking in the restrains, oh dear. “All fetters fall off you, if you want..”

I loooove shuffled up sequences, the flashes of steps along the path that brought him here, that we can still tell are much further along than where we’d left Gereon last episode. and I love love love how these sequences allow you to just put everything in these stylized, archetypal frames aaah

it is uncool how extremely this is my fucked up jam. what do you want of me, you’ll have it! SHOW STOP

it’s edited so well. Edgar reaches forward, hazy in the dark of the back of the car, his un-bandaged hand stretching toward the edge of the fame and we cut to Schmidt’s hand approaching Gereon’s temple—

oh, I just realized why that blindfold is so eerily erotic. consider the good doctor’s resources. (fucking hell)

Gereon’s a fighter. Schmidt taps his forehead and his eyes fly open, and with a gulp of air his whole body tries to bolt

I just do like very much when this show gets all hypnotic and shattery, brings it in to the credits sequence beautifully. this is how this series began, and part of me never left it!

see, yeah, y’know the thing is I actually think Irmgard Benda is kind of a good boss? because she’s so particular but she’s also so clear, she tells you exactly what you need to do to achieve success and then praises you when you do it. there’s no unknowns and that’s great. also I like that she gives Greta the tip to blame the no-meat rule on her so that she can take the heat from her husband — your boss is supposed to look out for you with things their greater standing will allow them to easier withstand, or that wouldn’t cause them to lose anything at all. and she does that!

but of course Fritz disagrees with me. ugh fuck Fritz, I will not spend any more words on him tbh!

though I do want to shout out @memory-for-trifles who absolutely had her eye on the ball on this one:

memory-for-trifles: Is the kid who was talking about revolution in his swimsuit going to use Greta to infiltrate the Commissioner’s house wellntruly: I can neither confirm nor deny the intentions of Swimsuit Revolution Boy

do we think it was Benda’s direction that Nyssen be brought around the front to experience shame

“For pest control.” just fills my insides with ice water.

I bet Benda and his typist have a wonderful relationship. basically all he has to do is lean back in his chair and she knows that means “off the record, please”

last time I think I had missed the fully verbatim 2016 American Election moment where Benda tells Nyssen the men he works for sees him as a puppet and Nyssen shoots back “you’re the puppet.” 🙃

“a democratic aberration that has taken over this country”

again with the good branding. look at this tiny vial sleeve stamped with SEVERIN APOTHEKE, handsome.

just noting down that the pharmacist tells him 6-8 drops, so that later we can be horrified at what Gereon’s surely gonna do

honestly his pharmacist really does not love this! he’s all distressed that he’s giving this to him! meanwhile today my own gay pharmacist just complimented my hair color and asked if it was natural. I have it good.

it’s soooo sweet that Benda’s just like hey everyone’s gone, let’s cut loose! we’re eating sausages and having beer in the kitchen!

BENDAD IS SO CUTE

dear Germans please oh please tell me if the connotation of “Was ist?” is at all similar to the hilariously casual “What’s up?” that the English translator chose for Nyssen’s opening line to Svetlana in prison

she looks up at him and he just starts crying immediately

Nyssen: “These are hard times for me.” Svetlana: “They’ll get worse now.” INCREDIBLE.

I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE SHE JUST TELLS HIM SHE DID THIS TO HIM, GOD THIS WOMAN. Legend.

omg Krajewski leads them to Moka Efti to get the tape and Bruno’s all you can’t be serious and Gereon’s just like, quote, “What kind of place is this?” BISCUIT WE DON’T HAVE THE TIME. it’s black market Weimar Disneyland, will that do ya?

ah, ah, I’d forgotten that Gereon got double the dose of his new medicine because he intended to give it to Krajewski, who is suffering just like him! Gereon, oh that’s perfect.

Gereon as Nick Carraway: “who IS this Armenian?”

lol and Bruno just like no, I don’t want to fuck with Berlin Gatsby r u kidding?

Bruno is singing the same song the pharmacist was: “Crazy my child, you must go to Berlin….”

really bowled over by how, for all the plot that this show packs into its episodes, how restrained it is with bringing characters together. we’re in the last episode of the first season and Gereon is only just now meeting Edgar. larger later reward, cog psych 101 and I am here for it.

Edgar is just so breathtakingly well dressed. look at the collar, crisp.

the cepha! lod! painting! tho! Edgar.

hahahaha, I don’t think Edgar knew it was Gereon Rath, As I Live & Breathe holding him up at gun point until he turned around, and upon seeing who it is he’s just like:

“well look at You.”

“The Inspector from Cologne” — I laugh every time

Gereon pulls out a second gun — I LAUGH EVERY TIME

Edgar name-drops Anno’s fucking horse and I’m still just like, WHAT IS THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THIS ANIMAL

memory-for-trifles: Weird walk of shame you’re making him take through his own restaurant, damn

god Edgar is exhibiting such HYSTERICAL RESTRAINT, can you just imagine. “Schmidt, I swear to god….”

Gereon actually does not freak out AT ALL at this gunfight, he is IN IT 2 WIN IT. meanwhile Mob Dad Edgar is just hollering at everyone like “I WILL TURN THIS RESTAURANT AROUND.”

Edgar elegantly snapping open this fine cloth napkin amongst the carnage to pointedly wrap up his bleeding hand is so Mad Mikkelsen in that episode of Hannibal where he fights the cellist, I’m in pieces. EDGAR.

see I just!!!! last time I was just like Gereon, with no idea that Edgar’s hands are tied because he promised Anno he’d protect his brother! but now I’m just laid out with the knowledge that no matter what Gereon does here, Edgar won’t touch him, or even let him come to harm. all he can do is just keep holding his hands up so carefully, in a HIGH DUDGEON but just asking that Gereon please not make this ANY FUCKING MESSIER than it ALREADY IS. god this is so good for me. ugh and I still get so much more of this ahead of me 👏👏👏

I’ve been laughing at this for like a full minute. also Edgar’s table legs spell “Moka Efti” down the sides.

god and now he’s just like “you flooded. my fucking restaurant.”

Bruno and Edgar sharing a look like well we will discuss THIS at our next clandestine crime board meeting

Gereon why on earth did you propose you and Bruno watch the kompornat stash together. what is the BEST case scenario there? they’re all bad ends!!!!

I’m certain I’ve never properly dealt with how Gereon ends up seeing his dad in an amateur porn film. though to be fair, I don’t think he has either.

just another trauma to bury!!!!

Pops: “When are you coming back?” Gereon: “yeah never. peace.”

listen….I absolutely completely adore Bruno and Gereon singing out elegiac wolf howls over the pornfire. this is the Good End actually.

mm yeah the sexy bluesy bar

memory-for-trifles: Appropriate that he finds out about his girl’s betrayal in a blues club Lol

drunk Bruno gets handsy with Gereon in a way that actually I’m not getting anything untoward off of, it just seems like this sloppy expression of actual fondness. tbf Gereon is fucking endearing as hell trying to figure out how to tell these American girls what he does in English

friends I’m gonna come unglued. this is EVEN FUNNIER NOW.

god but Edgar’s just like you saved my life bro, so I’ll do anything for you. even let your troublesome relations run roughshod through my restaurant.

anyway pls imagine with me Edgar walking into the clinic with a dinner napkin wrapped around his palm announcing “so, your kid brother shot me through the fucking hand,” and Anno’s just like “haha yeah that sounds like Gereon. ---I mean I am so sorry for you, let’s get you looked at, you are so brave!”

haaahahaha, and then probably less than an hour later he’s looking down at Gereon curled up on the floor of his car like “well well well, We Meet Again. oh don’t bother looking for your gun, I took that Immediately.”

gosh they really do let Gereon feel fully betrayed by Charlotte don’t they! it’s the primary thing on his mind as he tries to wade up to wakefulness. that hurt him a lot.

interesting that the tattooed priest follows Gereon so slowly. you’d think he would have just grabbed him right quick and dragged him back in. I mean he’s drugged all to hell and stumbling, it’s not like that would be hard. but it’s like they deliberately let him run off into the night… I don’t know what the game plan was there. last time, before I knew that Dr. Schmidt was really trying to treat him, in his way, the best I could come up with for why they’d let Gereon get away so easily was that this was always intended to be some sort of overly elaborate distribution of psychological torture in recompense for all the damage Gereon caused Moka Efti today. but that was always pretty fucking ornate. so it does make more sense now if I can just believe that Gereon was proving like, unduly slippery that night.

memory-for-trifles: Haha WOW he looks awful. I love it. wellntruly: I genuinely did not have the *heart* to screencap Death Warmed Over Gereon in his chalky concrete suit

but I will now, I’ve steeled myself:

A SPECTRE

and HELGA. anyway Helga you should not have come to Berlin. with the benefit of hindsight, you should have taken this opportunity to break it off. I mean listen to what he’s saying girl, he says he can’t come home, what do you think you’re part of? your whole relationship grew up inextricable from shame and grief, this won’t ever be healthy for either of you! be free, Helga!

but damn, A Finale. and Bryan Ferry bringing us into the credits himself this time, with that “Nein!” I love so much!! BABYLON BERLIN

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