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creoterative · 11 months

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Diablo IV Rant + Screenshots

Alright.

I reached Act III.

And to be honest, I'm quite disappointed.

Yeah, I know, I said something different before. I really gave it enough time now to really think about it and to not judge only by nostalgia. But almost nothing changes. And here's why I don't like this game as much as I was hoping to.

It won't just be a rant, I got good things in the end too, as well as some cool screenshots for you to enjoy ;)

1) My own character feels, as if he doesn't belong there.

And no, it's not because I named him Marlon and that name is giving him the persona of a completely different character from a completely different game. The problem is, that if I DIDN'T give my character the name Marlon, this character would have nothing. And I mean literally nothing. My little interactions with him while playing the game are completely shouldered by the fact, that I named him Marlon and therefore have something to imprint into him. Without that though the character would just be a random guy, running around randomly, without any knowledge of why he was 'chosen' and why he's even there.

In Diablo III, there was an entire cutscene at the beginning of the journey to let me catch up with who I'm actually playing. This minute long cutscene told me everything from past to abilities to future goals to passion - everything I needed to know to have an idea of who I'm playing. While I'm playing though, there is a lot more knowledge that unfolds itself while, yeah, interacting with other characters, so there was a lot of thought behind it.

In Diablo IV? Nothing. I have the Trailer of the Rogue class, and even this FIVE MINUTE LONG TRAILER doesn't tell me shit. Yeah, a thief, a murderer, a bounty hunter - but WHY??? What made him become like that? What are his goals? Why does he care about the fate of the world?

It says a lot about this game that I played it for so long now and I STILL don't know shit about this guy. I know more about the Marlon from TWDG, even though I literally have no idea of his past and the only interactions I had with him were a card game, a little talk about chores and the confrontation scene. With the Marlon in Diablo IV, I explored deadly caves, swamps, temples, I literally went through hallucinations with him, made new friends, new foes, got a horse, battled fucking Andariel, the list goes on. And I still don't know shit. Up until now, I don't know if he has good intentions, if he's something in between, if he's just there for the eventual money, if he even cares about any of the things that are happening.

A big part of why this character feels so blank is the fact, that he doesn't talk with the others. In Diablo III, whenever I would ask someone something or even when I randomly encountered NPCs in camp, my character actually ask the question I chose, would talk and express his thoughts, his feelings, even his fears. That character felt real, alive, and not just because I named him Marlon and assossiated him with another character. No, that character was alive on his own, I mean I played Diablo WAY before I knew TWDG, and yeah, as I said. That shit was crazy good.

Which I can't say about Diablo IV.

2. The story is all over the place.

I.... I have no idea what's going on.

The story started off with Lilith returning. Then it turned out, that it was foretold, that she would come back and that this stupid ass Archangel Inarius would somehow destroy her to return to the Heavens. He just misinterpreted this prophecy because apparently all angels apart from Tyrael, Auriel and Itherael are arrogant idiots (yeah, I'm looking at you, Imperius.)

Then somehow my character arrives, getting drunk with the locals of a town, eating some flowers with Lilith's blood and now, that poor bastard has a connection with her.

So far, everything's alright, apart from the fact, that I know nothing about who I'm playing. That connection thing with Lilith is such a good fucking plot point, because the people who know about it are actually afraid of Marlon, questioning his motives and if he's still in control. The fact, that this kinda reflects what is happening in TWDG makes it even better, but that is just a side effect, this part of the plot is in itself really good.

But then shit gets weird.

And suddenly I'm talking to a wolf, getting BLESSINGS from the three Greater Evils and fight one of the Lesser Evils. Randomly.

What angers me most though, is that I got multiple visions and other interactions with Azmodan and Belial before fighting each of them in Diablo III, but I didn't speak to Andariel once. Not once did I hear her voice. And I LOVED her design and the fight against her, but it just felt so out of place, because she just suddenly appeared.

That's a problem with this game in general, there is so much stuff happening randomly... Things and people are just there, there's not much explanation for why they're here. No idea who Donan and Lorath are, or their friends, Nafain and Airida or whatever her name was. No idea what their deal is, why they're in their positions, nothing. Deckard Cain gave me his full life story when I asked him about it, I know more about this NPC than I know about my own character right now.

My biggest issue with the story though is that there is just this one red line, that I follow and that's it. Yes of course, you couldn't get different outcomes or so in Diablo III, but that's not what I mean. In Diablo III, I could actually talk and interact with the characters around me, I could ask them a lot of stuff, find out more about them, their story, the world... It was perfect, especially for finding out more about my own character too, because, well, he would react to their stories. That's how I even managed to get so many incorrect Marlon quotes for this blog. He was interacting with the NPCs, even randomly when we were out in the fields. Which isn't the case here.

And what also bugs me, is that I can't find any sort of book. In Diablo III, if you run around for a while, you will certainly find a monster, a bookshelf, anything that could drop a book. These books are read to you by the person who wrote them and sometimes it's a memory or a letter or a part of a journal or some explanation of who we are talking to. For example, Deckard Cain traveled the world for decades and wrote down a lot of stuff, informing us about the monsters we encounter or explaining the Archangels or the Prime Evil, which is very cool.

It made everything feel more medieval and as if I was really working to gather information about my enemies etc. preparing to bring them down.

There are no books in Diablo IV. I searched for them, everywhere I could go. No books. No information. Nothing. Which is very sad, since that would give the whole game so much more soul.

3. The gameplay is fucked up.

First of all. I needed five buttons and the mouse in Diablo III. Now I need ten. And the mouse. One missclick and I destroyed my flow for the next few seconds, because the chat suddenly appeared. Or that funny wheel, that I can talk to others with. I'm getting the hang of it. But it was so hard to get used to it.

Second of all. The skill tree. My father and I play Diablo since... well, he for 23 years, I play it ehhh... should be 12 years now, yeah. And we never had to think about what skill we wanted to use for what, because it was all quite easy to handle. I could choose from I think 5 or 4 different skills for one button, maybe add a rune or something to power them up, that's it. That skill tree there? There's too much stuff going on. I need action points to level my skills up (why???) and I can choose from over 13 different skills for one button, counting in the add-ons for one skill. We both still haven't figured out how this thing works in its entirety, which is pretty sad since I'm almost at the end of the game.

Third of all. How the fuck can it be, that I defeated Andariel, one of the BIG BAD EVILS OF HELL, first try, but I needed SEVEN attempts to defeat some random guard called Brol or something? And he even appeared before her, therefore should have been easier. Like... What? And today I got killed by a horde of monsters in some old cathedral (it's always the cathedrals, I swear). Really? How on earth is it possible, that I can kill Elias, that dark Horadrim guy, Lilith's right hand man, FIVE TIMES IN A ROW. But I'm not able to defeat the little zombie on the road anymore?

Jesus, imagine Marlon fighting off Lilly and Abel, but then he just stands there like "Well, I've done all I can do" and gets devoured by walkers.

This whole system is so frikin alien to me. And I don't even know what the issue is, for real.

BUT

I will continue this game and finish it, so that I have a round up overview and then I'll make a full blown comparison.

And there are cool things too about this game, a lot actually. It's just that the issues are overwhelming them a bit and that makes it... just a bit hard to fully enjoy the game.

I'm not one to hate on games just because, ergh, new games. Sonic Frontiers for example. Loved it. New, fresh, better than Sonic Forces, better than some other Sonic Games, just... great.

So, I got some good things to say about Diablo IV too.

1. The character customization

I looooove that feature. Marlon actually looks like a more adult version of the TWDG character, which is just great, I love it. These cool tattoos we can choose, the different accessoires to resemble the classes culture, it's almost perfect. It's just not enough stuff to choose from, but hey, the first time we get customization, this is totally fine.

The customization gives us the ability to give the character a very personal touch, which is great compared to the fixed characters we had in the last three games, although I didn't think they were bad at all.

2. The Story

So far, the story itself is great. Like I said, it's a bit... confusing, but the main part, that little marriage feud between Lilith and Inarius is pretty interesting. My favorite part though, as I already mentioned, is the fact, that we get drawn into this by her blood, we literally drank it and now she's become a part of us.

Poor Marlon suffers from crazy visions of the past and because of her blood, he's able to get blessings from the Great Evils, which is.... NOT a good idea, but it adds to this whole 'She's seducing you' thing. And the more secrets Marlon has, the more wary his allies become and the trust is on very thin ice.

Also Marlon being protective of kids is just the funniest.

"You can't talk to her like that, she's sensitive!",he shouts, while blood is dripping from his gloves and blades.

3. The voice acting

I gotta admit. I hated the german voice acting for the Rogue at first. And to be honest, in the cutscenes where he's gotta speak normally, he.... I dunno, he just sounds so confused and soft. Not fitting for a fucking murderer in my opinion. The moment i first heard his voice, I was actually asking myself, if I was playing a fourty year old puppy or a rogue.

But as the story progresses and I got new attacks etc. it actually got way better than I expected. He's doing really good and for real, when he jumpes off the horse to make this insanely large arrow hail attack, that war cry he does? Yeah, that's ma boi xD

They have a large amount of really well known german voice actors, especially the one for Lilith, literally everybody knows her, she has so much experience and when she gets the key to hell from Rathma - the hatred in her voice.... god, it sent shivers down my spine. Love it.

Elias is, I think, the voice actor of the Templar from Diablo III, which is absolutely fabulous, the nostalgia kicks in. I like Lorath's voice actor as well, even though he sounds tired all the time, that's just his character I guess. And I don't think we need to talk about Mephisto. That voice.... fucking great.

4. The Bossfights

In Diablo III, bossfights are a walk in the park. Yeah, you gotta watch out sometimes, but it's mainly just hitting the enemy until it's dead. That's because Diablo III is focused on the story and the flashy environment as well as the action, rather than the difficulty of a fight.

Diablo IV gave me a really hard time though. I've been defeating the bosses in Diablo III with ease, even in expert mode, but in this game, I died so often, even in easy mode. It's frustrating, but that's the whole point, I WANT to feel this anger and fire again, I want to feel the passion, the relief when finally defeating a boss, leaving only 5 HP to me.

It's awesome to have that back.

Well, so far so good, that's it for my rant today.

Now here are some cool screenshots I made, enjoy xD

Marlon walking up to Inarius like he's just some local drug dealer made me crack up.

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shoefuckerr · 1 year

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Speaking of Captain, Nana and Marlon, here's my very stupid little au I have that I started making/ thinking abt like last month or something lol. Some of this might not even make sense it's just my little thing I have okay 😭😭😭

We've astablished that Nana and Marlon know eachother in some kinda way. Now, what if him, Nana and Captain used to be friends when they were young! And they used to hangout n stuff yesh nothing special. I also like to imagine that Captain was A LOT like Newton when he was younger just cuz I can sorry not sorry bleugh.

For my age HC's around this time I imagine Nana was 22 when she got pregnant. That came out of nowhere didn't it 😭 apologies. Anyways, and Captain was 20, and Marlon 18/19.

(So in current Canon Nana would be 40, Captain 38, and Marlon 35. Sorry if this is off I know literally 0 maths.)

Speaking of pregnant, Marlon was absolutely ecstatic and when Newton was born he often babysitted him, just cause.

Marlon later moved on because he fully went into the movie business. I also imagine the reason Marlon never even mentions Newton in the game and only really focuses on the titans/oddsock is because he knew Newton and his parents. (This is ofcourse only related to my AU)

Umm I'm just gonna pump my other HC in here or whatever you wanna call that. I like thinking that Newton's talent in his family is art. Maybe when he was small he always drew pics of his dad on adventures or whatever, and you could tell he's got something going for himself.

(Also captain totally has a wall in his airship where he hung up all of Newton's drawings ehem)

The reason I like that idea is because his mum is obviously creative, but he himself has problems with creation. Maybe what his mum has instead of being in that area of creativity, went towards art.

(I also think that Captain is a writer and has written most of his adventure trips down and stuff like that so maybe that also plays into it)

And art just stopped because his mum pushed him to create since she wanted him to succeed. (Also I do have to say the sculpture he made of his parents was quite in the art direction wegeheheh and he seems skilled at blueprints sooooo)

Lol sorry I Highkey hope no one reads this idk why it just embarrasses me 🥴 buhbye :}

(Also you're absolutely rigjt that means my HC age for current Newton is 19. I feel like that's gonna get people angry so please keep your flames by yourself I don't no harm its all fun and games)

#Alternate Universe #au #headcanons #hc #lbp #lbp3 #little big planet #littlebigplanet #littlebigplanet3 #newton pud #marlon random #marlon banjo #captain pud #nana pud #purely my thoughts and feelings

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ericsonclan · 2 years

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A Profitable Dive

Summary: Aasim works to find a spot treasure may be so that the Ericson pirates can repair their ship.

Word Count: 1674

Read on AO3:

Aasim studied the map carefully, his eyes checking for any sort of inconsistency as his fingers traced along the rough surface. His lips turned in a small frown as he looked over at the compass. The coordinates that had been given were inconsistent between the different taverns they had visited. Yet they all were around the general area to the west near what looked to be a deserted island. There really was no telling though if that was the case until the Ericson pirates went there and saw for themselves.

So Aasim kept working, burning through one of the candles late into the night as he searched for this supposed lost chest that was rumored to be around those parts. Most of the pirates Aasim had spoken to had little to no experience with dives making them bitter about missing out on a chance at treasure. It didn’t take away his chances though. Aasim had guessed that having a strong lung capacity and the ability to dive down into deep watery depths would yield him good results someday. He had been working on his skills in part for this and in part in case they ever got caught in another sea battle that caused one of his friends to fall into the water without a chance of swimming up by themselves.

Now with these rumors, it seemed like his skills might finally be put to the test and with excellent timing too. They were broke again and with the latest adventure Ol’ Kickass had taken quite a beating. It was about time that they visited Sisi and Doug again.

If this treasure chest really was at the location that Aasim had guessed based on the stories he heard then the crew would be set for some time. With a small smile, Aasim blew out the candle and ventured down below decks, ready to apologize to Ruby for spending so many nights on this and excited to tell her that he may have finally pinpointed the location.

“Are you sure?” Louis studied the map laid on the table in the cartography room then up at his friend.

“Positive. If it's not at those coordinates then it will be nearby.” Aasim held his captain’s gaze before Louis broke contact to look over at Marlon.

“I trust Aasim, he’s always been good when it comes to maps,”

Louis nodded to his best friend’s words. “Yeah, okay, I’ll let Omar know to change course. Vi-”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll kick the others’ butts into gear about the sails,” Violet stuffed her hands in her pockets then opened the door and left. Louis and Marlon soon followed, leaving Aasim once more alone with his maps.

The journey wasn’t a long one, only a single day and night and as luck would have it the winds were in their favor. Ol’ Kickass sliced through the crisp, aquamarine waves of the sea not letting anything stand between it and its destination. It felt like no time had passed at all when they stopped at the coordinates Aasim had guided them too. His eyes stayed on the waves as they lapped up against the side of the ship. It was a mesmerizing sight. The glassiness of the water’s surface drew Aasim in, captivating him.

“So, who’s gonna make the dive?” Brody asked as she strolled forward. “We still haven’t gotten that diving bell yet so we should probably send one of our best.”

“I’ll go,” Marlon offered and made his way forward but Aasim shook his head.

‘No, I’ll do it. If there really is nothing down there then it would be because I messed up. So if anyone is wasting their breath down there, it's going to be me.” Aasim quickly undid his cravat, slowly slipping it free from his form. Once that was done he worked to take off his deep red pirate coat and placed that to the side.

“Besides, I was part of the cause for losing our funds,” Aasim sighed deeply. He couldn’t believe that he had gone out to a tavern at night with Mitch. Mitch had told him to let loose and after a tankard of honey rum he had been the one to suggest they play a game of bones with some fellow outlaws. That whole night was a mess and Aasim wasn’t even clear headed enough to remember how he had lost his trousers.

“Yeah, well I was the other dumbass so if you need to tap out just let me know,” Mitch clapped Aasim on the back and gave a smile.

Aasim looked at his friend, returned the gesture then worked to get off his loose white shirt. The laces on the shirt swayed as he tossed it aside. He didn’t want to be weighed down by anything when he dove nor did he want to be restricted by his coat.

The sunlight shone down strongly onto the ship, its rays glistening on his skin as he stretched, his muscles pronounced and toned.

The sight made Ruby’s cheeks turn an even rosier red as she watched her husband stretching while shirtless, all to ensure he didn’t cramp up when he was underwater.

“Okay, I should be good to go. I’ll dive down and if I find the chest I’ll come back up for the hook.”

Louis nodded. “I’ll be right there waiting.”

“Thanks,” Aasim took a deep breath. “Here I go,”

“Please, be careful,” Ruby looked worriedly at her husband who gave a reassuring smile.

“I promise.”

With those final words, Aasim dove gracefully into the water, his body cutting through the gentle currents with ease. He made sure to keep a mental timer going in his mind as he swam deeper and deeper. Little groups of fishes swam nearby before getting skittish and darting away from him. Colorful crabs peeked their eyes out from the seaweed and other plant life that grew in this underwater haven. Luckily it seemed like no dangerous sea creatures were nearby. Aasim thanked his luck for that; having to deal with sharks was the last thing he needed.

His hair swayed gently in the water as his eyes scanned the area. Aasim knew what he was looking for: any sign of broken wood or a shipwreck. He doubted he’d find a whole shipwreck though. With how clear the water was he and the others would’ve noticed something of that magnitude. Pushing through the water, he went deeper until he noticed something shimmer from the light that pierced it through the water's surface. Making his way over to the small boulder Aasim noticed a chest, its contents slowly spilling out. Gold coins scattered along the sands below as well as a spare necklace or two. Picking up some treasure as proof Aasim then worked to make his way back up toward the surface. His legs propelled his forward making it possible for him to resurface just before he ran out of air. With a sharp gasp, he flicked his head, getting the hair away from his eyes and plastered to the side of his face.

“I found it!” Aasim tossed some coins and a necklace onto the ship.

“Really?” Clementine’s eyes were wide as she stared at her friend. Behind her, Willy and AJ were cheering and hollering. Mitch seemed just as hyped by the news, giving enthusiastic high fives to the little kids.

“Yeah. Louis, the hook.” Aasim held out his hand and Louis carefully tossed the hook toward his crewmate. It thunked into the water causing a small splash to hit Aasim in the face. “Great throw,” Aasim’s voice was thick with sarcasm.

“Thanks!” Louis beamed and stood proudly on the side of the ship.

Aasim took a few moments to fully get his breath back then inhaling deeply he dove down once more. Slicing through the water he made his way back to where the chest was hidden and got to work. Picking up the rest of the loose coins, Aasim placed them back into the chest and tried to make the best use he could out of the shoddy latch. As soon as he was satisfied with that he used the rope and wrapped it around the chest, making sure that the hook secured it properly and made pulling it up easier. He checked and double-checked it before surfacing once more and giving the signal.

“Alright, pull!” Marlon called. He and Louis pulled on the rope to raise the chest to the surface. Mitch, Brody and Ruby quickly helped out as well. While they retrieved their treasure Aasim swam over and grabbed onto the side of the ship. Climbing up it with ease he lifted his body onto the ship with his toned arms. Water cascaded from his form as he got his footing and brushed back his wet hair. After catching his breath he worked with the others to carefully pull the chest up.

As soon as it was secure Mitch undid the rope and Willy pushed open the chest revealing a plethora of coins and treasures.

“Holy shit! Fuckin’ A! Good job, Aasim!” Mitch ruffled his friend’s hair before giving him a friendly smack on the back. Within seconds though Mitch was distracted by the shiny treasure again. Aasim watched with a smile as his friends spoke excitedly about the chest that they had found. It wasn’t every day that the leads led to something so great.

“You did great today, Pookie,” Ruby appeared by her husband’s side and got up on her tiptoes, surprising him with a cheek kiss. Aasim beamed at the praise, his eyes shimmering with pride.

“It was nothing, just helping out the crew,” Aasim shared a smile with his wife then looked over at the Ericson Pirates. The strain of financial struggles was now gone and once more the only worries Aasim had to deal with was the crew’s dumbassery. Still, he didn’t mind that too much., As long as everyone was safe and happy then he was too. Even if they occasionally got on his nerves.

#twdg #twdg aasim #twdg ruby #twdg mitch #twdg louis #twdg willy #aasim mitch brotp #rusim #fanfic #a pirate's life for me au

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gingersnappish · 3 years

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KYLUX RECS 2020-2021

My Kylux Recs in the last year (Aug, 20 2020 - Aug 20 2021)

SO. MUCH. GOOD. FIC!!! We are really lucky in this fandom to have so much good stuff to read!

Fic is part of the lifeblood of fandom, in my opinion-it shares new ideas and AUs and fleshes out the characters and most of all it inspires and entertains us all and engenders all sorts of feels for the characters-it’s part of what keeps us shipping! So a big ‘thank you’ to all the fic authors out there who work so hard at their craft and are generous enough to share it with all of us!

The following list is by no means comprehensive-there are LOTS and lots more very good fics that have been published in the last year that I haven’t read. I just wanted to offer up a few recs from what I know I enjoyed so far! (I also have more than fits on one list to rec-I’ll try and do another list soon!) As always, I rec based on personal taste, and I highly encourage reading all the tags/warnings on any given work to make sure it’ll be to your taste! -

The Flirtation Of Flowers

DaisyChainz

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29771553

Words: 5,917

Rating: Teen

Summary:Kylo runs his farm's stall at the Farmer's Market every weekend. He has a new customer, a gorgeous redhead that is curious about the meanings of his bouquets. Kylo doesn't know anything about that, so he makes stuff up to keep the man coming back every week.

My thoughts on the rec: This is the cutest slice of a modern AU kylux-it really nails Kylo’s personality as a (slightly awkward) flirt who is trying his best and just really likes the redhead who keeps coming to buy flowers. Just a sweet little fic all ‘round!

all i have to do is dream

kyluxtrashcompactor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18709426/chapters/44373613

Words: 11,456

Rating: Teen

Summary:Armitage Hux has been going to the same bar every Thursday for the last year, nursing a crush on the gorgeous, unobtainable bartender, Kylo Ren. He finally gets up the courage to ask him out, only to find out he has some unusual competition: the memory of a red-haired boy from Kylo's past, who Kylo swears is the soulmate that got away from him.A fill for this SoftKyluxKinks prompt:Anonymous asked: Benarmie with young Ben (around 11 years old) having a huge crush on Armitage (16). Hux finds it adorable but mostly ignores him because he's a kid. Flash forward a few years when Ben is all grown up and Hux is the one with a huge crush.

My thoughts on the rec: This is another really cute young modern AU! I like the idea that Ren has liked Hux forever, but this deals nicely with the age gap and that Hux really wouldn’t notice Ren back until they are both appropriately older. And they make such a cute couple-it’s a great progression from just ‘he’s hot’-like, there is a lot more to them than that in the end!

Homecoming

sigo

(really, read anything by sigo, it’s all my favorite)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27150808

Words: 13,450

Rating: Explicit

Summary:“We’re off the next two weeks, you know.”“Yes, I know.” There was emergency construction scheduled to fix cracking asphalt too near a pipe in the center of campus. The buses couldn’t run, and that phenomenon was the only thing that ever cancelled classes. Halloween was dead center in the unplanned time off school, and every bar within a fifteen mile radius would be untenable as the students celebrated. Hux was planning on staying home, catching up on grading. He was rather looking forward to an opportunity to reread his favorite novels. They were already stacked by the couch in preparation.“My family always throws a Halloween party and they got word that I could come this year,” Kylo said, shuffling his feet. He looked almost bashful.“Ren, it’s midnight,” Hux sighed at his infuriating coworker. “Get to it.”“I may have informed my entire family previously that we were dating.”

My thoughts on the rec: One of my all-around fav fics from the last year’s worth of my reading material! It’s got the modern AU vibes down pat without losing their personalities or making them too OOC, it’s got the fake-dating trope done REALLY well, it’s got a wonderful creepy vibe strung delicately throughout for the Halloween haunted setting, it’s got plot and make-outs (and more). Can’t recommend highly enough!

Thaw

thesevioletdelights

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28557180/chapters/69982587

Words: 14,316

Rating: Explicit

Summary:They have managed cooperation - efficient cooperation, even - in these past months, which is more than enough. And already nothing short of a miracle for both of them.Still. Ren was a fool to think he could simply run off and keep Hux in the dark.-----When Ren goes missing on a mysterious planet, Hux sets out to find him. He doesn't yet know that he just might find himself.

My thoughts on the rec: This, like all of violet’s fic, is HOT! Like, scorching vibes between them! It’ll draw you in and not let you go ‘til after the boys are ‘done’! And, like all of violet’s fics, the character voices and personalities are also impeccable!

Rocks Break Gifts

elderbwrry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25840237/chapters/62777839

Words: 16,706

Rating: Mature

Summary:The Rebellion has been crushed, a coup affected, and Supreme Leader Ren and his Grand Marshall Hux have settled into a domestic routine as the joint rulers of the Galaxy. Kylo wants nothing more, now, than to make his relationship with Hux official, but he can't seem to rise to Hux's challenge of a satisfactory proposal.Or, the five times Kylo proposes, and the one time Hux says yes.

My thoughts on the rec: Ahhhhh, the premise in this one is great! Like, I don’t wanna spoil the plot reveal at the end, so I can’t say too much, but there is a really good reason throughout the thing that this is a Five Times type fic and it works! It works so well and while we spend the fic ‘with’ Kylo, when we find out what Hux’s deal is, it is so satisfying! I Paint My Dreams

Marlon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26685907/chapters/65090566

Words: 26,122

Rating: General Audiences

Summary:Kylo Ren is struggling to make a name for himself in the art world but as the grandson of the great Anakin Skywalker, a legendary pop artist of the 1950s and 60s, the weight of his famous family and his own expectations is a lot to bear.After he’s rejected from a prestigious exhibition because his installations “don’t fit the theme”, Kylo heads to the pub to drink away his disappointment. Later that night as he stumbles home, he’s set upon by some would-be thieves but before they can take what’s left of his money, he’s saved by a strange man with unbelievable Medusa-like powers. The ethereally beautiful man, Armitage Hux, is a visitor from Oweynagat and he has a simple proposition for Kylo - room and board in exchange for making all Kylo’s artistic dreams come true.Sounds easy - what could possibly go wrong?

My thoughts on the rec: Oh goodness, where to start? The Irish Mythology and Fae aspect of this fic is superbly woven throughout the whole thing and the author makes it work really well! Like, this is such a unique and original take on the kylux pair, I love them, especially Fae!Hux in this! And the plot is solid and you get invested really heavily in how they are gonna wind up-at least I did! There’s some beautiful language in this-descriptions and dialogue! And I have a soft spot for Artist!Kylo!

Dating a Monster

mysticmilks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26703904/chapters/65139415

Words: 30,401

Rating: Explicit

Summary:Ben Solo was raised to be a demon hunter, as everyone in his family has been before him. He wanted nothing more than to prove that he was worthy to his family. He lied to them and went on an unauthorized mission to catch and kill an elusive incubus. His search led him to Arkanis University, one of the most prestigious schools in the country.He was sure the mission was going to be easy, before he met the cute freshman Armitage Hux. This meeting would change the fate of both of them.

My thoughts on the rec: Add another really good one to the slightly-creepy-kylux subgenre filled with demons and dark powers! This is a great depiction of Kylo as a very determined demon hunter and Hux as a very unique quarry! I love the tension in parts of this too-well crafted! The Green Ribbon

xzombiexkittenx, Lilander (art)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28630845/chapters/70176921

Words: 39,679

Rating: Explicit

Summary:When Ben was fifteen he left the Jedi temple and took extreme measures to prevent the shadowy creature that infiltrated his thoughts from dragging him to the dark side. What he did left him with a great deal of chronic pain and removed his most valuable weapon, but Ben got his stubbornness from every side of the family, even the adopted ones, and he was determined to find and kill the creature.Now Senator Amidala of Naboo, Ben uses his position to make the galaxy a less awful place when he can, but being senator also gave him very useful contacts in his search for the creature. When he met Major Hux of the First Order, Ben thought he could get game-changing information out of him, one way or another, but things rarely go Ben's way and it got complicated much faster than Ben had prepared for. It's never a good idea to mix sex and politics, but Ben takes his fun where he can get it.

My thoughts on the rec: I feel like this is a very original take on ‘Senator Amidala’ Ben, at least from the stuff I’ve read-many props to the author for such a fleshed out universe, filled with likeable, believable OCs, a wonderful plot, great character motivations and voices, and a take on our main man Ben that pulled me in from the get-go! He’s sorta magnetic (in universe and to the reader)! And the sexual tension and sexy bits are very well done! I’m rooting for Ben and Hux in this, on opposites sides though they may be! Comfort Zone

LydiaBSlade

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26783797/chapters/65338117

Words: 66,766

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hux is running away. He meets a tall, dark, and somewhat annoying stranger at the airport.

My thoughts on the rec: Travel writing at its best; also kylux fic at it’s best! Young, modern them trying to find their places in the world and finding each other in the process is so cute and almost tenderly done in this! This is a gentle, friendly version of modern Kylo that I fell in love with, right along with Hux! And by the way, I’m not kidding when I say travel writing-the southeast asian setting is vivid and enchanting in it’s rich detail! Outnumbered, Outgunned, Outmanuevered, and Winning

Coriesocks, Ellalba (art)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28217253/chapters/69144672

Words: 80,372

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hux’s plans for ridding the First Order of Kylo Ren are ruined when Ren discovers his deception. With no choice but to flee, Hux ends up in the hands of the Resistance. It’s not ideal, but at least he gets a break from Ren. Until he doesn’t.When Ren starts appearing in Hux’s dreams, Hux wonders if the stress of being a spy has taken more of a toll on his sanity than he’d previously thought. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he has to deal with constant pestering from Poe and a mildly inconvenient kidnapping. Of course, it’s Ren who saves him in the end. There’s clearly no getting away from him.

My thoughts on the rec: A really interesting take on something that is both a alternate rewrite of what could have happened instead of TROS and a TROS-fix-it of sorts! Hux is stellar in this, we really get a good look in his head and Coriesocks handles it masterfully! I really liked how their relationship develops gradually in this, it’s Enemies To Lovers at its best! Bloodlines and Brandy

EmperorsVornskr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22989934/chapters/54963601

Words: 130,785

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Sebastian Hux is a native of the Deep South who loathes his origins, and seeks to pull himself from the stifling quagmire, but his bloodlines call him back to the property that has blessed- and plagued- his family for centuries.Unspoken secrets fill his inheritance, skeletons fill every closet, and a monster lurks in the shadows, tied to two bloodlines joined by fate, greed and hatred that has spanned across generations.As Hux learns about his family’s tainted legacy that has now become his burden, he discovers there is more involved than just having to be the curator of property that the locals shun with hushed whispers, that he has inherited more than an estate- he also has a terrible and loathsome horror tied to his very blood.When curious young locals come calling, and Hux’s past tormentors come out of the woodwork to simper and scrabble for a piece of the newly rich, the body count begins to rise, the smell of blood in the old slaughterhouse is getting harder to hide, and Hux realises that he will need to find a better way to pacify the hulking shadow that perches on his roof every night before his hometown’s tiny population is completely decimated.

My thoughts on the rec: This one is EPIC! Like, in length (which it needs every word of for the story that is going on here) and in the great portrayal of Kylo and Hux and their relationship! It’s super original too-not just the plot but the depiction of Kylo as something ��other’ and the Southern Gothic vibes, and Hux-this is a wonderful take on Hux! He loses none of his edge, in my opinion and yet the reader is ‘with’ him all the way through, rooting for him! The descriptions are killer too-EmperorsVornskr has a felicity of expression that kept me reading (albeit in more than one sitting). Also worth noting that this is a wonderful and carefully handled depiction of trans!Hux, in my admittedly cis opinion. The theme of finding your tribe/your people/and your special someone in this, albeit in sometimes unexpected places is warming! I enjoyed every moment of this fic! Gravity Well

kyluxtrashcompactor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13062495/chapters/29879001

Words: 176,421

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Snoke is gone, but his death has solved nothing between Hux and Kylo Ren. The First Order's trust in their leaders wanes as they vie for power over one another, and if they cannot learn to work together, they may both lose everything they've worked for.Forging that alliance after years at each other's throats will not be as easy as letting the past die, however—they will face subterfuge, enemies in the shadows, treachery, and being stranded on a hostile planet with creatures out of nightmare, barely escaping constant danger with their lives while having only one another to rely on.And that is just the beginning.

My thoughts on the rec: I realize this one is very well known by now, but I’ll rec it again for good reason! It’s quality long-fic! I love how competent Hux is in this surival-style fic, even without the Force to save him! And Kylo is a badass! kyluxtrashcompactor is a master of the slow burn here and we’re even lucky enough to be getting a sequel (although Gravity Well will also stand perfectly on its own). The writing in this will draw you in and not let you go!

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That’s all for now! I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I did!

#kylux recs #kylux #fic recs #kylux recs 2021 #i enjoyed these fics

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 2 years

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Do you have some options with Louis you really like that the majority doesn't pick? Like I almost find it a shame most people will pick "you're cute" after his joke with the strings when "you got me" actually is sweeter, like Clementine laughs and says "I can't believe I fell for that", and it cuts to Louis looking all shy and like he's blushing and he says "...it's good to see you like this", like??? Wtf that was even cuter than the "obvious" flirting one??? I think I played the game three times and every time I pick that option hahah.

Oooohhh okay, lemme think~

I do think I fall into a lot of the usual Louis romance choices, like I always call him cute because Clementine never miss an opportunity to turn the cards on him and make him flustered even though the option you mention is incredibly sweet, as well. I'm always one to give him positive reinforcement, I encourage him to keep singing when we first meet him, when he compliments Clementine on her skills I'll have her compliment him back, etc.

Though I will say, this is a smaller moment that doesn't really mean too much but when you're walking in the woods in ep1, Aasim and Louis are bickering about their different approaches to survival. I would usually agree with him and his day to day viewpoint just because buuuut I've taken to disagreeing with him, actually. It feels more in line with Clementine's character and feels less like she always agrees with him for the sake of it, y'know? Because really, they're not gonna agree on everything and I like to know that that's okay with them, if that makes sense.

And he doesn't take it badly- Clementine tells him that thinking like that will get him killed and Aasim agrees with her, and Louis will remain silent. He doesn't argue with her, he doesn't try to tell her she's wrong, he isn't annoyed that she sided with Aasim, and if the walker hadn't interrupted them, I believe he would've been willing to actually discuss this further.... which he does elaborate when you stay to help him with the walker. So yeah, I prefer that choice.

Hmm, I don't know if this one is an unpopular choice to pick but it's the one I always go with- when you choose to spend time with him in ep2, and he asks you how you're feeling about all of this, I adore his "You know I'm here for you" and smile when Clementine remains silent. It's so fucking sweet.

I imagine Clementine's had a stressful two weeks prepping for the raider attack- AJ's still recovering from his gunshot wound, Marlon and Brody's deaths are still fresh in their minds, everyone is on edge and getting snappy with each other, she and Louis are still working out their thoughts and emotions about the whole situation and each other.... and the entire time, Clementine's had little choice but to put on a brave face and pretty much lead them in what to do so that they don't end up dead or worse. She can't allow herself to be vulnerable in front of the others because they're looking to her.

So her remaining silent when Louis asks such a heavy question, allowing him to see the concern lining her face as she thinks how to answer? Then him recognizing that, and so gently telling her that he's here for her and them smiling at each other? I can't.

And I don't know if this counts because I can't actually pick this, but I love the hug option in ep3 over the kiss option. Unfortunately, when you romance Louis you only get the options to either kiss him, slap him, or do nothing...... which is bullshit Telltale let Clementine hug her boyfriend!

Don't get me wrong, I like the kiss and I always pick it because the slap option is fucking stupid and I stand by that, and to be fair the silent option is pretty cute for what it is.... but the hug y'all.... the hug is so good. Why am I only allowed to hug him if we're just friends? A hug is what he needs in that moment! Not a kiss, and not a slap to the face. He needs the comfort of someone he trusts and adores to hold him and reassure him that it's going to be okay, and I should be allowed to give him that.

I can't think of any other major ones, though. Do y'all have any choices that you pick that the majority don't? I'm curious to know.

#asks #twdg louis #twdg clementine #twdg clouis #twdg aasim

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softlass27 · 3 years

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an ibhfc version of emmerdale's first pride (plus another one in the future) to make up for this week's upcoming episodes with aaron and the village's resident kayaking creep

AO3 link here

Pride 2021

“Right, that’ll be £7.99, please.” Victoria pushed Aaron’s lunch towards him.

“Cheers.”

“Oh, almost forgot!” She grabbed a brightly-coloured collection tin that was sitting on the end of the counter. “We’re taking donations for the Pride festival if you’ve got any spare change?”

Aaron frowned. “What Pride festival?”

“Oh, didn’t you hear? Charles is organising it.”

“In the village?”

“Yeah, he says it’s mad that we’ve not had one before. Apparently it was always a big event at his last parish. He’s not wrong, really, it’s about time we did more than your mum sticking a bit of multi-coloured bunting up behind the pub each June.”

“Huh.”

“Think you’ll go? It’s next weekend.”

“I – ”

“From what Charles and Ethan said, it should be fun,” Vic spoke over him, hands waving animatedly. “There’s music, food and games, all sorts! It’s family-friendly too, so you can bring Seb. We can go together if you want? I was planning on meeting up with Matty and Amy but – ”

“Vic, stop for breath would ya?” Aaron huffed a laugh. “Yeah, I'm up for it.”

On the morning of the festival, Victoria let herself into Mulberry Cottage and cast an appraising look over Aaron. He shuffled uncomfortably.

“What?”

She gave a quick wave to Seb, who was sitting on the sofa, and looked Aaron up and down again. “That’s what you’re wearing, is it?”

He glanced down at his black t-shirt and jeans. “What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing! Except, well, it’s not very colourful is it?”

“You’ve known me, what, 13 years? When have you ever seen me do colourful?”

“But it’s Pride!”

“So?”

“Oh come on, you have to get into the spirit of it. Speaking of which – ” She rummaged in her oversized handbag and pulled out a small, light blue article of clothing, passing it over. “I saw this in town and I couldn’t resist.”

As Aaron unfolded it, he realised it was a child-sized pair of dungarees with a bright rainbow stitched across the chest. His mouth quirked upwards.

“Alright, that’s pretty cute.”

“I know, right? Should’ve got something for you too, you big grump.”

The retort Aaron was about to give her was cut off when he felt tug on his trousers and looked down to see Seb standing next to him.

“Is that for me?” He asked, looking at the dungarees with curiosity.

“Yep, Auntie Vic got them for you to wear to Pride today. What d’you say?”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. You’d better hurry and get ready, though, or we’ll be late!”

Seb grabbed Aaron’s hand and started tugging him towards the stairs. “Daddy, come on!”

Although he was a little young to quite get what Pride was all about, he’d been full of beans about the whole thing ever since Aaron had told him they were going to a party, especially once he’d found out Isaac and Dotty would be there, too.

“Alright, let’s get you changed.” He looked back at Vic and rolled his eyes. “I’ll get changed, too.”

She grinned at him.

“Did you and Robert ever go to Pride?” Vic quietly asked as the four of them made their way to the field where the festival was being held, Seb in his new dungarees and Aaron in the one green t-shirt owned (“It’s a colour that’s on the flag, Vic, that’s as good as you’re getting.”)

“Nah.” Aaron shook his head. “Never got round to it. We used to talk about maybe going to the one in Leeds or something, but somethin’ always came up. Then we'd always say we’d go the next year but… ”

But we ran out of years.

“Yeah.” Vic’s face fell a little and she squeezed Aaron’s hand lightly. “But we’ll have a nice time, won’t we?”

“Daddy, there’s music!” Seb called from where he was walking just in front of them. They could indeed hear the sound of upbeat pop music blasting through a speaker as they got closer to the festival. “Hurry!”

“Coming, mate.” Aaron called after his retreating back, smiling at his enthusiasm. He sighed and squeezed Vic’s hand in return. “Yeah, we’ll have a good time.”

Considering Emmerdale’s tiny size, the village’s first Pride event had a pretty good turnout. The festival was full of so much colour and noise that Aaron ended up hoisting Seb up on his hip, slightly wary of losing track of him in among the chaos. The three of them wandered around for a while, taking in the party-like atmosphere and watching Charles and Ethan both make heartfelt speeches on the small stage that had been set up.

At some point Marlon called Victoria's name and she went over to catch up with him and April, leaving Aaron and Seb to carry on exploring alone. The little boy seemed to love it so far, taking in the sights and sounds with increasing delight.

“You wanna get your face painted? Aaron asked, pointing to a tent where Matty and Amy were emerging hand in hand, both of them covered in body paint.

Seb clapped his hands enthusiastically. “Yeah!”

They made their way inside and sat across from a girl who looked barely 20 and was covered head to toe in paint and glitter.

“Hello.” She smiled brightly at Seb, who predictably turned under the attention bashful and tucked himself against Aaron’s chest. She tilted her head down to catch his eye. “What’s your name?”

“Seb.”

“Nice to meet you, Seb, I’m Freya. Do you want some rainbows?”

Seb nodded shyly and sat as still as a three year-old could while she carefully painted a small pride flag on each of his cheeks, Aaron holding his waist to stop him from squirming too much under the tickle of the brush.

“There, all done.” She brandished her brush towards Aaron. “Are we doing your face as well?”

“Uh, no thanks.”

“Yes.” Seb smacked a palm on Aaron’s cheek enthusiastically. “Rainbows for you, too!”

Aaron sighed. The things he did for his son.

“Alright. Do your worst.”

When they emerged from the tent five minutes later and bumped into Vic again, her eyes lit up with glee.

“Aaron Dingle with glitter on his face.” She fumbled frantically for her phone. “Don’t move, I need a photo.”

“No, don’t – ”

“Moira!” Vic ignored him and called over his shoulder. “Both of them, can you believe it?”

Aaron turned around to see Moira coming towards them with Cain just behind her – Cain whose cheek was adorned with a rainbow flag identical to Aaron’s. He let out a snort that had Cain’s eyes narrowing dangerously at him.

“Not a word out of ya.”

“Wow, how’d they get you?”

“This one made me.” Cain gestured to Isaac, who dropped his hand to run towards Seb, the two of them immediately chasing each other in circles around the adults' legs.

“Come on, you two!” Moira was stood next to Vic, both their phones held up. “Smile!”

Neither of them smiled, but they let them take a couple of snaps.

“Perfect,” Moria smirked down at her screen and turned the phone so Aaron could see a photo of himself and Cain both with matching scowls and rainbows on their faces. “This one’s going on the fridge.”

“You have fun today?” Aaron asked Seb as he carried him home.

Seb’s arms were wrapped loosely around Aaron’s neck and he could barely keep his eyes open, exhausted like most of the other kids in the village. The daytime part of the festival was over, only the child-free people sticking around into the night to keep drinking and dancing.

“Mhm,” Seb hummed tiredly, head flopping around on Aaron’s shoulder. “C’n we do it again?”

“If they do another one next year, then yeah. We can go again.”

He unlocked the door to Mulberry Cottage one-handed, depositing Seb on the sofa and carefully easing his shoes off. He glanced at the photos on the mantlepiece, Robert’s smiling face looking back at him. Aaron straightened up and moved to stand in front of them, adjusting one of the frames slightly.

“Finally went to Pride,” he said quietly. “Can you believe it?”

Just wish you could’ve come with me.

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Pride 2025

“Morning!” Vic let herself into Mulberry Cottage, Harry in tow. “Happy Pride.”

“Happy Pride!” Seb shouted back from where he was fiddling with Molly’s rainbow-coloured leash (a purchase he’d talked Aaron into making from one of the stalls the previous year).

“Hiya.” Aaron jogged down the stairs. “Thought you’d be goin' with Ryan this year. He’s got the girls, right?”

“Yeah, we're spending the day together but I told him that me and Harry would meet him there. Us lot always go to Pride together, I’m not breaking tradition now.” She gave Aaron’s blue jeans and red t-shirt an approving nod. “Wow, red and blue this year. Really pushing the boat out.”

“Shut up, you.”

“Where’s that brother of mine?”

“He was just dropping some stuff from the cafe off at the festival, cakes and sandwiches an’ that. Said he’d come back before we set off, though.”

“Well he’d better hurry himself up, I don’t wanna miss whoever Ethan’s got opening the festival this year. And it’s Robert's first one, we can’t be late!”

“Alright, keep your hair on.” Robert appeared in the doorway, nudging past her to come inside. “You can’t be late to a festival, Vic, they’re sort of all day things.”

“You get the food sorted alright?” Aaron asked, shoving his wallet and phone into his pockets.

“Yeah, Jimmy and Nicola are all set up. They’ve roped Angelica into helping out, poor kid.” Robert ruffled Harry's hair before grabbing a bottle of suncream from the coffee table and kneeling down in front of Seb. “Right, suncream on then we can go.”

“I can do it myself,” Seb protested, batting Robert’s hands away from his face.

“Hm. See, I believed you when you said that at the beach the other weekend and we ended up coming home with you looking like a lobster. Keep still.”

Seb sighed and let Robert rub suncream all over him with only a bit of squirming, giggling when Robert finished by poking him sharply in the ribs.

“Dad, not on my t-shirt!” He said, smoothing a protective hand over his new rainbow-striped top. “Don’t get it dirty.”

“Alright, you big fusspot,” Robert teased, kissing him on the head and rising to his feet.

“Leave him alone, you’re no better,” Vic said with a tut. “Right, come on. Chop chop!”

She opened the door to let both Seb and Harry run outside, following closely behind them. Aaron picked up Molly’s leash and held out a hand to Robert.

“Ready?”

Robert grinned and took it.

“Let’s do it.”

The thing about Charles and Ethan was, they always had to one-up themselves. Aaron had no idea how they did it, but every year they somehow managed to increase their budget enough to make Emmerdale Pride bigger and better until now, four years on, the first festival they held looked tiny in comparison. Huge crowds of people swarmed the village, taking in the countless stalls, games, music, drag acts and and live bands playing all day. There were even a few rides this year.

As they made their way through the madness, Aaron gave Robert a quick nudge.

“Okay?”

They were only in the village and they knew a lot of the people there, but there were still some days where Robert and large crowds didn’t mix well. Thankfully, it seemed that today wasn't one of those days, as Robert shot him a small smile and nodded.

“I’m good.”

“Dads!” Seb shouted, running back to tug both their hands. “Can we do the face-painting first?”

Robert let out a mock groan. “Do I have to?”

“If I’m not getting out of it, neither are you,” Aaron muttered.

“Doesn’t have to be rainbows,” Seb said to Robert, shrugging matter-of-factly. “You can get the bisexual colours if you want?”

Aaron watched Robert’s eyes widen ever-so slightly in surprise, before he nodded and let Seb lead him towards to the face-painting tent.

After a few hours of exploring and mingling with the other villagers, Aaron and Robert collapsed with a couple of pints at one of the picnic tables, both of them in need of a breather. They’d picked a spot in the shade, keeping half an eye on Seb playing with a group of other kids while they listened to the band currently playing on the stage. Molly drank from the bowl of water they’d put down on the grass for her, before jumping up into Robert’s lap.

After sitting in comfortable silence for a few minutes, Aaron took a long, cooling gulp of his pint and looked away from Seb to glance at Robert. His husband was absently stroking Molly, watching the festival with a slightly pensive look on his face that made Aaron’s brow furrow.

“You alright?”

Robert blinked and turned to look at him. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“If you're tired, we can go home, y'know.”

Robert gave him a reassuring squeeze on the wrist. “I know. Honestly, it's nothing, just... ” He trailed off and stared once more at the festivities around them. “Could you ever have imagined anythin’ like this in the village when we were growing up?”

That was an easy question to answer.

“No.”

Aaron knew for a fact that the teenage version of him would have never imagined in his wildest dreams seeing the village transformed this way, decked out in bright colours, full of people like him, every resident open and accepting. And he knew the idea would’ve seemed even less likely when Robert was a teenager.

“Bet your dad’s rolling in his grave.”

Robert barked a surprised laugh. “Yeah, probably.”

They watched the party for another couple of minutes, then Robert nodded towards where Seb was tackling Dotty in an overly-enthusiastic game of tag.

“I’m glad that he gets to grow up in this version of the village,” he said softly. “Whether he turns out to be straight or gay or bi – whatever – I don’t want him to ever be scared of being different, like you an’ me were back in the day.”

“Don’t say ‘back in the day’, makes us sound ancient.”

“Well if you keep complaining about your back aching every time we – ”

“Oi!” Aaron gave his shoulder a punch, before trailing his hand down his arm to link their fingers together as they both watched Seb. “Yeah, me too. It is different for him, he knows he can be whoever he wants here. No one’s gonna have a go at him over who he does or doesn’t fancy. And he knows we love him no matter what.”

“Course he does.”

Robert grinned warmly at him and leaned across the table to press his lips to Aaron’s. The two of them kissed lazily until Molly jumped up between them to lick at both their chins and they broke away with a laugh.

“Can't go more than five minutes without needing attention, can you?” Robert pulled her back into his lap, scratching her behind the ears until she settled again. The pink, purple and blue stripes on his face were smudged from where Aaron’s thumb had just rubbed over his cheekbone.

“Sounds like someone I know.”

“Piss off.”

Aaron drained the last of his pint and put the glass to one side, resting his elbows on the table. “Good first Pride, then?”

“Great first Pride.” Robert quirked an eyebrow at him. “It’ll be even better if we carrying on celebrating at home. Y’know, once the kid’s in bed.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Think we've got a bottle of champers in the fridge; I say we crack that open, take it upstairs and then – ”

“Daddy!” Seb ran up to them, grabbing Aaron’s elbow with a pleading look in his eyes. “Can we go on the dodgems? Isaac says him and Uncle Cain are going on.”

Aaron groaned and stretched his arms over his head. “Right now?”

“Yeah, we have to get them!”

Aaron huffed a laugh and dropped his arms. “Well in that case.” He paused and turned to Robert. “Unless you’d rather have a go?”

Robert shook his head rapidly. “Nah, me and Molly are good here, we'll save the table. Go crash some cars, boy racer.”

“Come on, then.”

As they headed in the direction of the bumper cars, Aaron looked back to see Vic appearing at Robert’s side, looking a little tipsy as she sat down next to him. By the time they were standing in the queue for the ride with Cain and Isaac, he could see the Sugden siblings had been joined by Ryan and his girls, plus Diane and Harry, all of them piling onto the table and surrounding them. Robert was laughing at something Ryan was saying, eyes crinkling. When he saw Aaron watching, he shot him a small wave. He looked happy and content, and the sight of it made something warm settle in Aaron's chest.

It wasn't his first Pride, but it was the best one he'd had so far.

“Dad,” Seb piped up, grabbing his attention. “It's our turn”

“Alright, let’s show Cain and Isaac how it's done.”

#ibhfc #the pride ep hasn't even aired yet and i already felt the need to do a fix-it fic #my writing #robron

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starrysmiling · 2 years

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I saw your post 'jax thoughts' and was wondering what do you think of Jax in Unbound prior to the v2 update. So many things changed - he become more useful in multi battles, his epic redesign, and dialogue got rewritten. Before v2 to me he felt annoying in battles in the higher difficulties but now he's a lot more useful, and that redesign really sells his character instead of just being a 'deluxe' picnicker.

op hopefully you won't kill me for this but i haven't finished playing v1 because i started playing after v2 launched SLDJFGLSDFJ i've been very busy with school in the past few months but i do have plans to finish it!! (i'm only around cinder volcano though...)

so far though i feel like jax is a lot more hyped up by arthur in v1, like he says the thing about watching jax save moltres in v1 rather than helping him in v2? he got nerfed... but even though i've only seen him early game i feel like his confidence is more bolstered as well... he says that snarky "do you know nothing about type matchups?" line to marlon and i GRINNED so hard. and he kept the shadowy reign of terror line? GOD BLESS. love it. when you meet up with him at cinder volcano his v2 lines make him sound a bit more flustered and like. klutzy? dorky? it's cute either way. anyway i'm excited to see it through once school lets me go from its clutches!

in general though i remember having a lot of fun spotting the differences in lines, like... a handful i've seen have the same overall meaning but they're worded in a way that changes their meaning...! nodding a little at arthur's overflowing confidence in jax. a friend who was playing with me mentioned that zeph actually tries to kill you after crater town... also i get the feeling that while ace sounds snarkier in v1, aklove sounds snobbier in v2? wonderful. i love it. make him snob all he wants! i'm really looking forward to see some of the scenes i really enjoyed in v2 and how they're different in v1 (cough distortion world cough)

(side note about this but i didn't understand the reference to ace being unconscious in the nightmare sequence when i played through it in v2 until i played v1... that's a neat reference. i like it...)

anyway that's about character. i'm not the best gamer out there and i'm mostly playing v1 for the dialogue changes so i doubt i'll play on higher difficulties later so i can't say much about how he feels in battles... but also if i start going on about his redesign i might be here for days HRHFFDJDH he's so cute in his redesign. his sprite is sooooo goddamn squishy. little carrot man glowed up fr

ANYWAY SORRY I COULDN'T REALLY ANSWER YOUR QUESTION OP but once i play it through i'll come back and post about it!!

#anon ask

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farmer-rosebud · 3 years

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Okay I LOVE your ghost town au and before you said you still hadn't gotten it figured out, I thought Lewis was the murderer of Marnie and Jas!! Bc in the original game they have their share of relationship problems. Marnie either threatens to tell the town or break up with him, and Lewis gets violent physically. Not wanting to ruin his image as mayor, he decides to go all the way and kill Marnie (and any unfortunate tiny witnesses). I also thought Marlon would be involved (given his dialogue at the flower dance). I can't wait to see what you come up with!!

I'm not sure Lewis would be the type to try and kill marnie (in the words of Thea, he's too much of a chickenshit) specially cause I see him relying on Marnie to help him keep the community at bay, aside from wanting her by her side.

What I know is that at some point, Marnie wanted to run away with Jas at the very least, maybe Shane if he was willing to leave. He'd want her to stay, so killing her would be counterproductive.

HOWEVER, THIS ASK HELPED ME FIGURE SOMETHING OUT FOR CLINT! WHO I WAS UNSURE OF HOW TO WRITE!

As hysteria rises, everyone starts freaking out, and they chose to sacrifice Emily cause she's been onto the curse since the beginning. Lewis is ok with it, and they go forward... When the bad luck and deaths dont stop, Clint lashes out at Lewis and is the one who kills him, cheered on by the remaining mob, cause he let TWO members of his community be killed (by the community, let alone those who died and were killed before), and did nothing to help the community through the crisis

When it becomes too much, and he finds himself too alone, and realizes he's got nothing else to do, is when Clint dies.

So, Marine-Jas-Shane mystery is yet to be solved, BUT we solved Clint. Thank you very much!

#i like that tho and same as that theory that pam killed gus #I encourage people to write these if they so please #maci answers #ask to tag #ghost town au

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hey :) do you mind sharing some more about the skam austin panel today?

yeah for sure!! i’ll put what i remember under the keep reading tab for ppl who wanna hear about it :) i only went to the panel, not the rewatch (bc money lmao) so there are probably some other things they talked about that i missed, but i’m sure there are other ppl on here that can fill you in on any gaps that i miss!

it was valeria (jo), julie (megan), and lakeisha* (shay), and pedro (p jo) on the panel (he was the moderator, the other three did most of the talking), though they did mention other castmates throughout :,)

*lakeisha was the name they went by on the panel, and in the info before the panel it said they use they/them pronouns, so that’s how i’ll be referring to them throughout this

all of them started out by talking about what they’re doing currently, julie said she’s dropping out of school because her therapist told her “you as a person matters more than you as a student” which i thought was a great sentiment as well

lakeisha said they’ve been making a lot of clothes and music (also throughout the whole thing they kept showing us their shoes and they left to pee like halfway through something they were answering one time hfjskaj)

they then talked about their audition processes (val had the most chaotic series of audtions omg i would love to see her audition tapes)

val originally read for either jo or megan, and she had literally just moved there like right before casting and almost didn’t go to her audition

she said that she decided to be the loudest person in the room so that they couldn’t ignore her, and that carried her through most of the rounds of auditioning

she said that at the end she said “if you don’t choose me, which you should choose me, but if you don’t, please choose another latinx actress because you have no idea how much it means to see someone who looks like you on screen”

julie auditioned because she was hoping julie (andem) would bring lisa and tarjei and she basically wanted a free meet and greet djkfshk

she found out about skam og on tumblr !! she’s one of us 😌

she thinks julie andem is the coolest person in the world

they told her that she was pretty much everything they envisioned megan to be, so they cast her fairly early on and then had her partner with the marlon prospects

giovanni, who eventually played tyler, auditioned for marlon and they kissed during their audition even though they weren’t supposed to

julie went to high school with till who ended up playing marlon and people would always ask her what it was like to get to make out with him and she was just like .... we just working bruh

lakeisha found the ad to audition on instagram and decided why not because it said it was a paid job

they looked up a bunch of improv games the night before because they had no experience and had no idea what they were doing

in the audition julie asked what the tattoos on their hand meant (and also the one thing lakeisha was excited about being out of contract was that they could get as many tattoos as they wanted without asking for permission)

they all had a lot of love for julie andem and loved working with her

val said that she’d always try to make julie laugh and she said that julie is the reason og and austin are so good, because it’s her story and her vision

they roasted the shit out of fb too (as they should)

basically fb ghosted them and never renewed the show but also never cancelled it so technically they don’t even know if anyone else could get the rights to reboot the show somewhere else (lakeisha said ‘skam austin onlyfans’ lmao)

i don’t remember which one of them said it but they said fb is like an inconsistent dad lollll

they also think that fb sort of finessed julie/her team because they were under the impression that it would be like og where they had their own website for the show and everything, but then it ended up just being a facebook page

they also filmed promo for season 1 that never ended up being used but they don’t know why

lakeisha felt super disrespected by the fact that not only did they not get their season, but also the fact that they just dropped the show like it was nothing and none of them even found out that they probably weren’t getting more seasons until they saw that their instagram accounts were gone

everyone was upset about the igs getting deleted too because they put so much work into the content on there for it all to just disappear

val said “no one tells a story like the one that was about to be told” and everyone agreed

val said that if the show would have continued, jo would have been undocumented and they would have shown her trying to navigate college (not only were we robbed of a jo season, we were robbed of college seasons 😤)

jo x jo were definitely going to be a thing

val said that when they wrapped s2 she was like finally!!! because now they could get into the stories that they really wanted to tell and really knew would make a difference (everyone vehemently agreed)

they were proud of the fact that they’re the most diverse cast and that they don’t just treat the characters of color like sidekicks like the other remakes do

julie talked about how skam france was the only remake to have jonas not accept isak right away when he was coming out and how it was suspicious that he happened to be the only non white jonas and that was the choice they made

val said that druck is the only remake she’s watched but she likes it

they also talked about how, even though it’s great that the cast was so diverse, practically everyone behind the scenes was white

val said that she didn’t really think about it much at the time because she found it hard to speak up since she was very young and inexperienced but looking back she wishes jo’s body wasn’t so fetishized as a latina (she didn’t clarify whether she was talking on a production level or within the fandom, but she talked about costuming so i assumed she meant more on a production level)

they all wished there was more representation off screen as well as on

shay x megan was brought up and julie said that shay was going to have her own love interest (am!even !!!!) come season three, and that it wouldn’t have been megan

she also said that megan was mostly just confused and like ‘haha i kiss girls when i’m drunk’ but then she also said that megan and shay never had feelings for each other at the same time so 👀

she was upset that they made megan and marlon get back together at the end of season 2 because she wasn’t a fan of them together, but she said it also makes sense because a lot of teen girls go back to their toxic exes even when they know it’s not good for them

lakeisha said that they hated shay’s acrylic nails because it didn’t make sense to them for her to have them (especially since shay was a musician)

they also said that they’ve been pretty confident and open with their sexuality since they were around 12, and that one time in middle school they dated a boy because he had an xbox and then they were like oh no is this toxic am i using him because he actually has feelings for me?? hdskafja

they also said that the cfgc music happened because they heard that the boys from og also had a song and at first i was like wtf are they talking about but now i think they meant the penetrator song 💀💀

julie has a cfgc shirt :,) and they all stole a bunch of clothes and stuff from set, val said she took a bunch of outfits that jo never wore which makes her sad to think about now

val’s favorite scene to film was the car scene in s1 before the party (she said it was one of the best moments of her life) and julie said she liked that one as well (val said there’s a shot of her looking into the camera and flipping it off but they didn’t include it in the show, i feel robbed)

people asked how it felt for lakeisha to be the first lesbian isak and they said that they didn’t feel like they were, because they didn’t really get the chance :(( but they also said that the idea itself was very intimidating and there was a lot of pressure around it

they also said that they and gio were very very close both on screen and off, they said it wasn’t even like they were an extension of one person, that’s how close they got

there were a lot of improvised scenes, particularly with val, and she also said that incorporating spanish into jo’s dialogue was mostly improvised

julie, val, and pedro also all talked about how they’re all mexican, and how each of their life experiences vary so much from one another, on the show and off and julie said megan’s upbringing was a lot like hers

they all also said that they liked the music the show used and a lot of them have emotional attachments to a lot of the songs

val said she wishes they used more frank ocean and i agree

they also said they’re not sure if there are bloopers or anything, but they’d love to see them if there are

i’m trying to think of anything i missed ahhh i feel like they talked about so much but i think i’ve got the key points soooo

that’s all !!! hope this was interesting to ppl who still care about austin like i do :,))

#skam austin #asks

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carryonmywaywardwriters · 4 years

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Knot In Love - Alpha!Dean x Omega! Reader

A/N: Part twenty four is back. Again, where it’s a daily thing? I am not tagging anyone new. 3pm is the magical time. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy one of my favorites <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Series Masterlist

Series Warnings: Forced mating. Knotting. Alpha/Omega dynamics. Witchcraft (more based on real craft than Hollywood). Angst. Etc. Read at your own discretion.

Word Count: Roughly 6,800

“So...” Rowena managed to corner you in the kitchen. Proud as a peacock that she'd found yu seeking out tea. “How is it that a witch would come to be so...comfortable with the Winchesters?”

“I'm...a soft core witch,” You decided the term fit. She wasn't getting a full explanation. Despite your trust in the fact her motives were fear based, there was more enough craftiness bubbling beneath the surface to make you wary. “I haven't been alive for centuries. Gave me an edge.”

“You could be,” Her eyes twinkled all too bright as she pulled the herbs from your hands. A healthy sniff of the mix let he know what she was dealing with before she dropped it in. “I could teach you...if you'd like?”

“I don't want to live forever,” You brushed that off easily. Leaning against the marble counter. Away from her. “Appreciate the offer, though.”

“Then, what do you want to learn?” Rowena was nothing without allure. There were things she could teach. The trick she'd pulled earlier was a fine example.

“Why are ya so interested in handing out your tricks?” Your brow quirked, demanding an answer. “You don't even know me

“I tried to start my own coven before,” Another one of those overly emphasized sighs left her painted lips. “It didn't work out.” The confession wasn't much of a surprise. “I just wanted peers of my own. To teach up and coming witches what I know. As for that last bit, you have a...feel about you.” Her eyes narrowed, looking over you. Seeing far too deep for your comfort. “You're important, dearie.”

“Hardly.” Was your response. You'd helped Wendy and Donna. Aided in shaping Jack into the caring boy he'd become. While you were sure it was where you needed to be, you weren't nearly as vital as the two men you lived with. “I'm just a puzzle piece in a much bigger game.”

“Y/N,” She leaned in, “you're more than that. You're going to be the queen of the chess board.”

“Just what I wanted to see,” Dean's voice broke up the discussion. “Glinda being wooed by the Wicked Witch of the West.” He sagged against the doorway, jaw twitching under the lights. “Y/N, can I talk to you?”

“Oh, go ahead-”

“Alone,” The hunter cut off Rowena, earning an offended sniff. As soon as you were by his side, it began. “What's she pulling?” His hand was holding your bicep as he tugged you along behind him.

“Hell if I know,” You retorted with a snort. Throwing forward his own analogy, “Before I got anything worth value, the scarecrow interrupted.”

“So, you're a double agent, now?” He shoved open the door to your room, yanking you in behind him. Ensuring that you two were well and truly alone as he slammed the door shut.

“Can you please let me go?” As soon as you were secure, he did. Noting the way you flinched at his touch.

There was no angel to take away the aches and pains from the earlier fights- if you could call them that. At first, he'd assumed you were mad at him. Then, he saw the truth of it.

“You okay?” Suddenly, the alpha was worried. Taking in the stiffness in your movements as you sat down on your bed.

“Just sore,” The brush off wasn't good enough. He leaned down, lifting your shirt to see what the damage was. Bruising and scrapes lined it from his boots. You tried to pull away. To hide the evidence. “Dean, it's not a big deal-”

“It is,” His fingers traced over it, gently. Noting where it hurt the most based on the intake of your breath. “I'm sorry.”

“You were in love,” A shrug left you at that, pushing even harder to drop your shirt. That time, he let you. “It makes us all a little crazy. You're just a little...extra.” The teasing got you absolutely nowhere. His face remained pinched. Eyes zeroed in on your middle. As if he could see the damage.

“That...that wasn't love.” Dean's voice was soft, then. Almost nervous. Tilting your head in confusion, you silently prodded for him to go on. “It was something...but it wasn't love.”

Your heart fluttered at the words. Begging for it to be real that time. It took everything in you to ask what was on your mind.

“When you were...under...you didn't knock me out.” His head lowered, listening to you speak. Carefully choosing your words. “You didn't hurt me...not like you tried to Sam.”

“And you want to know why.” He finished the thought. Chewing at his bottom lip. His fingers tangled together as he anxiously started bouncing his knee. “I dunno...Probably the same reason why I wanted to rip that Marlon kid to shreds with my bare hands when he turned you.”

“Donna sped things up a bit,” Your lip twitched in pride. She was doing a little better. You kept in contact with her. Checked in with Jody to be sure. The hunter played a vital role in your humanity that night. It'd been the least you could do. “Probably for the best, that time.”

“Yeah, probably.” He agreed, nodding and pursing his lips. Then, he turned back to the matter at hand. “You...you, uh...you're kinda important around here.”

“For Jack-”

“Not just, Jack.” You hadn't even been able to finish. “I'm not very good at this.” His lips screwed to the side. “Hell, probably suck. But...it's not just Jack. Okay? Trust that.”

Stewing on his words, he turned his head away. Brows knocking together. So sure that he'd made a mistake.

“You're important, too.” The reply was soft, but he heard it. Your fingers moved up, tugging at the thin chain around his neck. “Guess this didn't work out so well, huh? We'll have to try something else.”

You went to lift it away, only to be stopped by a meaty grip, “No...No, I want to keep this one.” When you opened your mouth to protest, he shook his head. “It works just fine.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding there for a moment. “I'm going to find, Sam...Just...be careful with Rowena.” The answering nod was enough for him. He walked away, glancing back over his shoulder before he disappeared.

As he left, he thought back over everything he could remember from that morning. He saw your face softening when he talked about love. How you'd shifted instantly when you realized it was Jamie he was raving over.

The irrational urge to do whatever was necessary hadn't included trying to seriously harm you. In that moment, when he'd had you pinned? He'd almost come back. Nearly had shaken off the influence when he'd watched his hand wrap around your throat. The charm he carried had practically burned at his chest. Pulling him back to reality. His lips curled upwards a bit as he moved back to the library, whistling away...

–

“Welcome to Stillwater Oklahoma,” Sam announced as the Impala came to a halt.

“How depressingly midwestern,” Rowena grumbled, her wide rimmed sun glasses covering her eyes. The scenery was nothing to look at. The grass was dull from the chilled air. Even the sky was covered with grey rather than blue.

“Alright, Red, where to?” Dean turned around, looking at the witch in charge for the moment.

“The tracking spell isn't like GPS,” She pointed out, unhappily. You knew that pain. Location spells were only so helpful. “The book's not moving, and it's in the general area.” A sigh of resignation left her lips. “We'll need to talk to the yokles.”

“Okay,” He clearly wasn't thrilled with that news. “Well, small-town folks usually like to look out for themselves.” The older Winchester pointed out unwillingly.

“I can make them talk,” The arrogant answer curled up her lips. More than eager to speed up the process. You were positive it would be in a way you wouldn't dream of.

“Uh, your spells tend to boil people's brains,” Sam cut in, making your eyes widen a bit. She shrugged your way at that. Telling you it was no big deal in her mind. “So, maybe let us handle it?”

“Fine,” She gave in, that dramatic flare ever present. “Fine, we can do your very time consuming investi....” A snore left her lips as her head fell over. Rowena's way of saying that they were boring.

For all her trouble, you couldn't deny it. She was charming as hell. It'd be cute if she wasn't the literal mother of the past king of hell.

“Okay,” Dean spoke up to clarify. “See, 'we' aren't doing anything.” His hand pointed at the entire group. Making it clear she wasn't included.

“I'll keep an eye on her,” Sam volunteered. Just as a little safety net to ensure that you weren't overly tempted.

“Leave me with a babysitter if you must, but do start with the women.” She sighed out. Annoyed at the necessity of it. Then, she seemed to think for a moment. Tugged her glasses down to look at Dean, “Something tells me that they aren't popular with other ladies.” As you started to move, you were stopped. “Oh, but why can't Y/N stay with me?” Her arms wrapped around the one closest to her. Smiling brightly at you to try and schmooze her way into your heart. “You'll stay with me, won't you dear? These Winchesters are rather brutish, so it would be much better if-”

“Sam will take care of you,” You laughed, peeling her away. “We'll be back...you two...just talk.” The door was shut behind you, just in time to hear a dramatic huff.

“You act like you know a secret,” Dean leaned your way, bumping your shoulder with his as his hands tucked into his pocket. “Spill.”

“They both have some underlying trauma,” You shrugged out, knowing he'd know about that better than you. “I did a reading for Sam a while back.”

“I know,” Came the nod, surprising you. “Wasn't thrilled with the idea, but...”

“But, you didn't want to duke it out,” You finished for him. Moving towards the first building. “It wasn't anything bad. It was on what kind of healing still needs done. Everybody has something, and he wanted something personal.” A shrug followed that news. Blowing off what you'd offered to the younger brother. “Rowena isn't the only one hiding from what Lucifer did...maybe it'll do them both some good. To have someone who experienced...something to the same...intensity, to talk to.” At that, Dean paused, watching you move ahead.

He turned back to look at the car, frowning at the thought of Lucifer still haunting his little brother. Not that he was surprised. Sam had to keep reliving it every time the archangel came into play.

His lips tightened before he followed your movements. Wanting the angel to die, yet again. Maybe then the man he'd raised could feel some peace.

“It's a little freaky how you dig into people's minds, you know that?” He called out, extending his stride after you.

“I get that a lot,” You laughed, sending a grin his way as he caught up. “Keeps people on their toes.” A twist of his lips and a noise at the back of the throat was your only answer to that one.

“Hi there,” Dean called out towards a worker as you two entered the hardware store. Third time was the charm. The bell clanked over the top of the door as it shut. “Been to a few other places,” He stated, moving up to the counter. “Haven't had much luck. Was hoping you'd help me out.”

“Oh, happy to try,” The woman's smile was a little too bright. Earning a cough to hold back your laugh as she looked over Dean. You weren't even a blimp on her radar. Evidently her glasses were in full working order, as her eyes darted up and down. “What do you need?”

“I'm looking for these two girls in, uh, town.” He started out. Either too used to that kind of response or simply oblivious to what was happening. You elected to believe the first option. “Jennie and Jamie.”

Just the name made you want to curl your nose. Instead, you plastered a smile to your face as she glanced your way for the first time. Trying to understand what a woman would want to do with them.

“Oh,” The sour tone made your brows lift. Seems you'd run into a 'fan'. “The Plum sisters.”

“Right,” You spoke up. Noting the disappointment on her face. You understood the feeling a little too well. “Yeah, we're looking to track them down.”

“Hm...” Her brow lifted at that, letting you know that her mind had gone somewhere scandalous. Apparently their reputation held steady. “You and every other man west of the Ozarks.”

“Popular, huh?” Dean asked, prying out more information.

“That's one word for it,” The hostility was tangible in the air. You mentally reminded yourself to send this woman a little extra good will when all was said and done. “And a whole mess of trouble.”

The pointed look told Dean that he was better off avoiding them. Something you agreed with wholeheartedly. If you hadn't needed the book, there'd be no way in hell you'd have been in the small town.

“Well, they took something. And I need to get it back.” Was the hunter's way of trying to end that theory. It didn't work.

“Heard it before,” She cut off, rolling her eyes at the line. “They stole your heart, and you can't live without them.” The disgust was evident. She had no intentions of aiding that cause.

“They stole a book,” Your answer seemed to puzzle her. Her head tilted as she took you in for the first time.

“A book?” Dean hummed in confirmation.

She laughed, then, “Honey, now I know you're lying. I doubt they can even read.” Your own snicker landed with you getting your foot pressed on. Not hard enough to hurt, but the warning was there all the same.

“Well, that has been up for debate.” He acknowledged, looking your way. There wasn't an ounce of shame in the shrug you gave out. You'd made the same jab on the way over. “If it helps, I don't plan on being nice about it when we do find them.”

“And if he can't hold up to that, I will.” She looked into your eyes, taking in the hard edge you carried. Letting all of the anger you possessed show. That appeared to sell it. She seemed surprised, but she didn't argue. Pushing out some of the receipt paper so that she could write down the information.

“You gonna be really mean?” Women could carry an infinite amount of spite. This one was no different. Dean let out a small 'yeah' to give her a little extra satisfaction. “Cause it's about damn time someone was.” The note was passed over.

“Thank you,” The woman leaned against the counter, sending appreciative eyes back over Dean. Suddenly more attracted at the thought of him being out to get her enemies.

“You're welcome,” She murmured as he walked away. She placed her body over the counter to watch his ass. You followed her gaze, not blaming her in the slightest. “You hold onto that one,” She told you, letting out a little sigh of want.

“I'll keep that in mind,” You nodded her way, thanking her again before moving after him. Snickering all the way.

As you two approached the car, Rowena was getting out. Sam following behind, calling after her. “I'm not fleeing,” She told him, moving away. “Don't release the hounds!”

“Hey,” Dean asked, looking between the two. “What's going on?”

“Uh, she,” Sam motioned towards the witch, swallowing a bit as he talked. “Uh, she just needs a minute. She's alright.”

“Alright, well, I got the address.” He confirmed, nodding towards you. Giving credit where it was due. “With a little help.”

“Rowena was right,” You finished for him. Noting the way it seemed to perk her interest. She moved towards you all, then. Suddenly back in her usual spirits.

“These girls are not fan favorites,” Dean chuckled pulling out the paper. It was the biggest understatement of the day. Not that you could blame any of them.

“Right,” Came the excited Scottish agreement. “Time to get that book!”

“Oh, no.” The older Winchester cut her off. “No, you've done your bit, okay?” He motioned between the people he deemed fit for the job. “We'll take it from here.”

“Dean-”

Your protest was cut off, “No.”

“Y/N,” She cooed towards you, pleased as could be. “I appreciate what you're trying to do, but they aren't going to change their minds.” Another one of those long, loud sighs left her. “Be a dear and keep me company for a moment? While they plot and...well, whatever it is these two do.” That earned a glare. Before Dean could protest, you were pulled away. A bag was tugged from her pocket; dropped to the ground as she urged you forward, “Manete!”

“What did you-” You turned back to see the men staring in disbelief as they tried to move their feet. They didn't budge.

“It means 'remain' in Latin,” She stated proudly. Glancing back over her shoulder as Sam yelled out her name, flailing his arms a bit as he struggled. The bag out of reach. “They won't be going anywhere. Now...do you join them? Or do you help me make these girls pay?”

“Y/N!” Dean bellowed out, making your eyes meet his. The warning clear.

“This isn't going to fix the damage you've already done,” You began, noting the way her eyes widened a bit at that. She turned to the younger brother, having heard almost the same thing earlier. “But, fine. I'll go along with it.”

“Don't you go with her,” The older brother roared, leaning forward to try and grab at you. Nearly falling to his face in the process.

Sam braced himself on the car. Stretching towards the bag. Dean tried to jump, his feet glued to the cement. Both men even more bent on getting free as they realized what you were about to choose. You mouthed a sorry over your shoulder as you started after the witch. Listening to the alphas shout in fury all the while.

It wasn't a far walk. Six blocks at most. The witch hadn't even needed GPS.

“Are they arguing over tin foil?” You whispered towards Rowena at the door. Catching something about the aluminum being mentioned. She simply shrugged, before pushing open the wood silently. Not even creating a creak.

“Okay, so you don't think it said anything.” One of the sisters demanded, becoming more clear as you ghosted into the room. Shutting the door quietly behind you. It was Jamie. The 'lover' from earlier.

“I told you,” The other retaliated heatedly. “There's all kinds of weird writing. I was totally honest about that.”

It took everything in you not to snicker. The cashier had been right. They couldn't read the book.

“Maybe there's something wrong with his soul.” Someone had been sacrificed for whatever spell they'd been attempting. Rowena set down her bag as she started leading the way forward. “Maybe he was, like, a really bad guy or something.”

“Come on.” The one who couldn't read the book dismissed the idea. Jennie. “He was obviously a total boy scout.”

A loud sigh was released at that, “I don't think that even matters.” Rowena peaked in through the door, past the body that rested in the chair.

“We need to do something.”

“I'm looking!”

Pages flipped loudly. The black grimoire taking abuse at the hands of new age witches. Rowena motioned for you to wait, then, and be quiet.

“You were supposed to get the book and wait for me,” She sounded darkly, approaching the doorway.

At one point, you might have been surprised. However, by that stage, you weren't. She was too wily to be trusted completely. There'd been too many coincidences.

“I...uh...” One of the sisters stumbled over her words.

“Okay,” The other spoke up. “Like, the Winchesters were all over us, and-”

“And we didn't wanna call you.” The obstinate one finished. Jamie. She set down whatever she was holding. “Because we can take care of ourselves.”

For a woman, she sounded more like a teenager than you'd imagined possible. Another strike against the girl. A deep breath left you as you struggled to remain in place.

“I told you about the book,” Old witches were far more formidable than either sister expected, you were sure. “Where to look for the boys. We had a deal.” The anger in her tone couldn't be denied. “Now, I've had to use them to find you.”

“You brought them here?” Jamie hissed out, unaware that you rested behind the wood. Reaching around behind you to pick up the item even Rowena hadn't known you carried.

“When you nincompoops ran, I did what I had to do.” She replied heatedly. You weren't her only pupil, as it were. “But, I can still complete the spell. We can still complete our deal.”

“You'd still help us?” The sister asked: Jennie.

“As long as you give me the book when we're done.” Your mind wandered to the brothers. Curious to see how long it took them to break free. “You don't need it, anyway. Witches of your level would-”

“Witches of our level?” Considerable offense had been made at that statement.

“Yes.” Rowena didn't butcher her words.

“Are you saying what our mom taught us wasn't good enough?” The tension in the room rose. Thick enough that you almost made your move. But, it wasn't time. Not yet.

“Shit,” The mutter left you when the floor creaked by you. A figure approaching was enough to make you duck down.

She looked like a zombie. All rotted and stiff as she moved. Internally, you wished Jack was present. Knowing he'd love the walking dead scene in front of you.

“Jennie, I think what she's saying is that we're not good enough.”

“You think you're so smart, huh?” The voice was filled with annoyance. “Well, we already did the spell...mostly.”

“Mostly?” You heard when Rowena saw the woman appear. Small hissing leaving the cadavers' body. “What have you done?”

“It's like...step one of bringing her back.” You crept forward, slowly. Just as Dean had taught you. Careful to keep the pressure on your feet angled just right to ensure not a sound escaped.

“We'll figure out the rest when she kills you,” Jamie stated easily.

“Unfortunate,” Rowena sounded solid. “But, not my first zombie, love.” She jerked her hand through the air, “Abi!”

“Oh, the side effect of the spell?” Dean's former 'love' spoke eagerly when nothing happened. “She's, like, magic proof!” The hissing woman lunged, then.

“And she's totally gonna eat your brain!” Jennie called out as Rowena bolted.

She locked herself in the first room she found as the zombie beat on the door. Next to the sisters. You cocked back the hammer, preparing yourself for what was going to happen.

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“Needed a minute, huh?” Dean looked down at Sam, nostrils flaring in unconstrained rage.

“You don't have to say it, Dean,” Sam grunted, stretching his arm out as far as he could. So close to the item they needed.

“Oh, I'm gonna say it.” He continued, standing tall and proud while his brother attempted some kinda of yoga looking grasp that fell short. “She played you.”

“She played us,” Small stones dug into the palms of his hands. Still attempting to end the hex placed on him. “And she's scared.”

“Yeah, well she better be.” Dean bit out. Narrowing his eyes. “Especially if Y/N gets hurt.” When Sam's hand fell short, again, he sighed. “Come on. You're like eight feet tall. You can't reach that?”

His fingers just brushed over the black bag with purple thread, “I almost got it.” His fingers extended until he was sure all of the joints were popping out of socket in his body. Finally, the edges managed to be gripped between two just enough to tug it closer. Another roll had it within grip. He grunted, standing up proudly as Dean opened up his lighter.

“Alright,” He took the offending bag with ease, and set it afire. Immediately, their feet were free to move. “Alright, let's go kill some witches.” As the flame burnt, he tossed the damaged bag at Sam's feet, who was still breathing as if he'd run a marathon, “You want that?”

A bitch face was his only answer. Without another word, they got into the Impala. Prepared to go save the day.

“It's just a magical zombie,” Rowena sang to herself. Bracing against the door. “You've dealt with worse than magical zombies before, Rowena.” The wood splintered as the hand came through. “Clearly you wanted your mom back in better shape,” She hissed out, searching through the objects at her disposal. “I can still do that.”

“Nah, you missed your chance to play nice.” One of the blonde ditzes stated easily.

“She never had it,” You grumbled, understanding your role, then, as another weak zombie crack was made. You were her back up plan. It was almost genius, really.

With a grunt, you rounded the corner. Taking aim and firing a single shot. All in the span of a second. The skull of the dead woman flung forward, slamming into the door along with pieces of coagulated blood and brain. You weren't the best shot. Too far left to place a perfect bulls-eye, but the damage was done deep enough to get the desired result.

“Mom!” The broken cries echoed as they rushed over to the cadaver. No signs of life. You cocked back the hammer, taking aim once again.

“Why you-”

“Uh, uh, uh, girls,” Rowena was back in charge, realizing that the danger had passed. The broken door pushed open. “That isn't in your...best interest.” As they moved to attack, her hands raised. Casting the spell that would end it all. “Impetus Bestiarum!”

“Y/N!” Dean's voice echoed through the house. “Rowena!”

“In here,” You yelled out. Calling them forward before the spell could take full effect.

“End it.” Rowena instructed the bound women.

Slowly, the sisters got to their feet. Blood began to ooze from their eyes. Slowly staining their cheeks.

They squared off. Before either men could say a word, knives were lifted and they attacked. Screams and grunts filled the air as they stabbed blindly at each other. Hitting any open area that they could. Feral jabs and high pitched wails escaping. It was over in seconds. The fight too brutal to be survived for long.

The guns were dropped as Dean turned your way, “You okay?”

“Been better.” With that, you rushed over to the trash can. Emptying your stomach. Retching without abandon.

“Ah, hell.” Dean's long stride had him over to you in seconds. Brushing his hand over your back as he waited for you to get through.

“What happened?” Sam demanded, turning to Rowena. Letting his brother give you the care you needed.

“She saved me,” The woman purred out, batting her eyes innocently. “We make a hell of a team.” She looked over your way as you wiped your mouth, stammering to your feet. “Or, we will once she gets over that. Does that happen with every kill, dear?”

“First kill,” You bit out, spitting away the taste in your mouth. Anger taking over. “I know why you did it,” Your gun lifted again, this time facing her. “I just want to ensure it doesn't happen again.”

“Did what?” The younger Winchester turned your way in confusion.

“I'll tell you later,” You glanced his way. Never taking your peripheral vision from Rowena. “In case this wasn't very clear, they're witch killing bullets. So, I'd agree pretty damn fast.”

“Agreed,” Her lips lifted a bit instead of retaliating. She didn't flinch, simply looked over you. Impressed. “I think I do like you. Even if you do act more like a hunter than a proper witch. It's the company you keep, I'm sure.”

“That isn't quite good enough,” The hammer cocked back. Staring stonily at her. “I want it spelled out.”

“Fine,” Rowena stretched the word out dramatically. “I won't pull anymore nasty tricks against the boys to get the book.” Her hand waved dismissively. “You saved my life. It's the least I can promise.” She had stressed the book bit, but it was the best you were going to get. The gun was dropped. “Now, then, back to what I came for.” She made her way over to the table, lifting her precious novel as if nothing had happened.

“As underhanded as she is, I still kinda like her,” You turned to Dean. Passing over the weapon. “Long story short? She double crossed you.” With that, you waltzed out of the room for some air. To clear your lungs of the smell of decay and fresh blood.

“What just happened?” Dean turned to Sam, tucking his weapon into the back of his waistband.

“I...I have no idea.” He answered seriously, looking at all of the carnage around him. “But, I'm pretty sure that they just saved us a fight.”

“We did.” Rowena confirmed. Pleased as could be. “And, I'm afraid she was wrong. I triple crossed you, actually. So, I ended up on your side. We defeated the villains. Just as I planned.” Sam's eyes squinted at the nonchalant confession.

“Yeah,” Sam leered over her. Using his much larger height to his advantage. “Not buying that.”

“And that book?” Dean spoke up as Sam tugged on the pages. Making Rowena yank it towards her. “You're going to give it to us, or we're can take it, either way.” Sam gripped it tighter, only to have her pull back more desperately.

“You know what I've seen,” She whispered fervently towards him. “You know what it's like. Lucifer may be locked away, but he'll be back.” Fear shined bright in her eyes. Begging for him to understand. “He always comes back...and when he does... I can't be helpless again. I need the spell.” Sam tugged the grimoire into his hands without a word. Giving her his answer. With that, she walked away, head down. “Your boys are cruel,” She huffed out, falling down on the porch step beside you.

“Must not be,” You breathed out. Lifting your head from your hands. “You're still alive.” Her lips tugged up for a moment before falling back down. “What you did...I get it. You're scared...But, I'm on their team, Rowena. That isn't gonna change.”

“You're loyal.” She nodded, sighing in defeat. “It's not a bad thing, ya know. For all of their blundering ways, they're good enough men.” The words held the bit of a grudge that kicked your own smile. “I'm still willing to teach you a thing or two.”

“I'm not gonna lie...I'm curious, but...I'm not on the same level,” Your reference to the earlier discussion made her chuckle.

Being a witch to you wasn't about power. It was about connection, over all. You were more than content to keep it that way.

“No? Perhaps next time, then.” She patted your knee before standing. Preparing to go on her way.

“Rowena,” Sam called out, making both of your heads turn. “Wait.” The ripped out page rested in his hand. “If he comes back...make it hurt.”

“This...” The witch took the page in disbelief. Reading over it once. Then a second time to be sure. “Thank you.” She smiled softly, hugging the spell to her chest. Leaving with her shot at safety.

“Dean know what you're doing?” You asked, looking up at the tall man.

“He thinks I'm checking on you.” Sam gazed down, raising a brow to silently ask if you were going to snitch. You simply nodded in approval before shrugging it off. It wasn't your secret to tell. “Gotta clean up in there.”

“Alright,” With a resigned sigh, you got to your feet. “Let's get this over with.”

It was somehow worse than the actual kill. Having to push the spilled innards back into the corpses. Wrapping them all up. Only to burn them all in the woods after bleaching everything in sight.

The bunker was a relief after all was said and done. The three of you naturally drawn to the kitchen. In dire need of a drink. Only, you took yours to your own room.

“Can't believe I fell for a love spell,” Dean grumbled, twisting the cap off of his beer and setting it beside him. “And that Y/N saved Rowena.”

“And killed the Zombie mom.” Sam pointed out, moving to sit on the metal island in the kitchen. “Those are details that sell the story.”

“Oh, yeah,” The cranky tone only made the younger brother laugh. “Yeah, getting out played by a bunch of girls. That's a story I wanna tell someone.”

“Girls beat us all the time,” The truth couldn't be denied. When you looked at a score card, the numbers did rack up.

“True,” Dean acknowledged after taking a healthy gulp. Sounding incredibly bitter, none the less. “Hey, you know that Rowena is not our friend, right?” The entire conversation switched in a moment.

“Yeah, I know that.” The older man wasn't impressed with that answer.

“Hm,” The beer slid away. Grimoire that rested in front of him was opened. A ripped page stood out like a beacon. His finger tapped against the torn edge. “Then, what's that?” Sam looked down in guilt. “You gave her the page. She got in your head man.”

“She didn't get in my head,” Sam protested.

“Look, what happened to Rowena was messed up, okay?” He agreed, lifting his hand as he talked. “But, you just let the deadliest witch in the world walk away with a page from this book.”

“Yeah,” The answer made Dean pause. “And, if Rowena breaks bad,” Sam slid down from his rest. Beer forgotten. “I will hunt her down, myself, and put a bullet in her.” The older brother didn't look like he bought it. “I will, Dean. But, if she's right, and if she does see Lucifer again? Then...I hope she makes him suffer.” Sam smiled at the thought. Hoped she'd be able to do what he wished he could.

It took a minute, but finally Dean came up with a response, “You gotta get out of this dark place. You know, whatever is going on in your head...”

“Dean-”

“What?” He wanted to understand. He really did. But, he couldn't if Sam wouldn't talk to him.

The little brother inhaled deeply, “You know what? Honestly?”

“Yeah, how about honestly?”

“I know what Rowena is dealing with. And she's not the only one who...feels helpless.”

In that moment, Dean did understand. You'd been right. They had talked about Lucifer. At least on some level.

“What do you mean?” His question was soft. Nudging for clarification so that he could comprehend exactly what he needed to.

“I mean,” Sam started, avoiding the green gaze. “I had a plan, you know? I, uh...” He stammered, trying to put what he was feeling into words. “Help Jack. Um, bring mom back. It wasn't much, but it was something. It...it kept me from spinning off the rails. A...and now...Jack is gone. Mom is still in hell, basically...a...and I...I...I just...”

“We'll figure it out,” Dean looked up at his brother. His tone gentle in a way that surprised Sam.

“Dean, we don't have a plan.” He countered, not understanding how the older sibling could seem so calm about everything. He'd been off the rails before, when they'd had more to go on. “We don't know what to do...So...So, how?”

The answer was brutally honest, “I don't know.” Sam turned up to the sky for a moment, before shifting away. Not believing it. “But, we will. You, me, and Y/N.”

“Yeah...” That wasn't quite good enough. “Night.” With that, Sam left. Beer in tow.

A sigh left Dean as he tapped the book closed. He rubbed over his head. Looked back at the way Sam had gone.

The beer was finished before he got to his feet. Book was returned back to the drawer it had belonged inside. As he stood tall, the sound of your footsteps caught his attention, “You holding up okay?”

“Better than I thought I'd be,” You answered honestly, holding your small blanket around your shoulders. “Just hunting down a new book.”

“It's there if you want it.” He pointed to the black grimoire's resting place. The bait fell short. “Earlier...you went off with Rowena...why?” He was done beating around the bush. Waiting for the answer he wanted to hear.

“Because it was the best shot of getting that book back here,” The reply settled in the air between you to. “Do you want an apology? 'Cause I'm not sorry.” Defensively, you stared into his eyes. “If I hadn't, you two could have been hurt, at the least. Rowena, for all of her difficulties, could be useful. So, I couldn't let her die. I'm just...I'm not sorry.”

“What'd ya think I felt, thinkin' you could've been hurt?” He snapped, then, making you step backwards. He didn't stop, stalking you like prey. “It sure as hell wasn't relief. I couldn't have saved you if it'd gone wrong.”

“It's not like you have to worry about being mated, anymore.” You shot back. Dean had managed to corner you. Your lower spine pressed against the table as you stared up at him. “If anything would've happened, you would've been fine.”

“Fine?” A step forward had his chest brushing against yours. Looking every bit the alpha that he was. “What part of you're important, don't you get?”

“Important doesn't mean that the world stops if something happens,” The answer was soft as you turned your head away. Airing out every thought you'd ever had on the matter. “You'd move on, Dean. The world relies on you. You have to find Jack and your mom. That's the important thing, right now.” As if that wasn't good enough, you kept going. “Besides, this is what you've been training me for. What's the big deal?”

“You're an idiot,” He bit out, reaching up to cup your neck. Forcing you to look up. “You're the only thing keepin' my head straight since we lost Jack... If I lost you? I'd be done.” His nostrils flared as his green eyes stared into yours. Realizing what you had made him admit.

With that, his hand dropped as if he'd been burned. The hunter stalked away. Shaking his head all the while. Muttering under his breath.

“Dean...” The blanket was forgotten when he disappeared towards his room. Falling to the table you were leaned against. Having needed that extra minute to process his words. With your shoulders set, you took off after him. “Dean, wait!”

“There's nothing else to say, Y/N.” He bit out without looking back. “Just let it go.”

Your fingers wrapped around his wrist, making him spin around. Before he could say another word, you grabbed onto his shirt to steady yourself. Slamming your lips into his.

It took him a moment to respond. His hands moved up, cradling your face gently as you softened against him. Mouth moving slowly against yours. Savoring the touch.

“So? Don't talk,” You whispered when you pulled back. Letting your forehead rest against his. “That's all I wanted.”

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Incorrect TWDG Quotes #2

Again, some Marlon and Louis stuff, because love them. Maybe some other characters xD

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Louis: I was thinking I'd do some magic- Marlon: You? Magic? Louis, it says talent show.

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Louis: Thanks for pulling the fire alarm, you saved me from giving an oral report about The Scarlet Web. Marlon: You were too lazy to read the book?! Louis: I was too lazy to watch the movie.

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Louis: Okay, truth or dare? Marlon: Truth Louis: How many hours have you slept this week? Marlon: Marlon: ...Dare Louis: Go to bed. Marlon: I don't like this game.

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Louis: I am an expert at identifying birds. Marlon: Okay, what about those ones flying over there? Louis: Yeah, they're all birds.

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Marlon: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase. Louis: Marlon, that's a coma.

Marlon: Sounds festive.

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Marlon: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Louis: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Marlon: Absolutely not.

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Louis: Look. I may not be a saint, but it's not like I’ve killed anybody. I’m not an arsonist. I’ve never found a wallet outside of an IHOP and thought about returning it but saw the owner lived out of state so just took the cash and dropped the wallet back on the ground. Marlon: Okay, that's really specific, and that makes me think that you definitely did do that.

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Louis: I was arrested for being too cool. Marlon: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

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Louis: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them. Marlon: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

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Louis: I turned out perfectly fine! Marlon: Louis, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast Louis: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

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Louis: Do you take constructive criticism? Marlon: I only take cash or credit.

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Marlon: *Stubs his toe* FUCK! Louis: Mind your language! Marlon: What else am I supposed to say, “Woe is I”??? Louis: Marlon: You have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

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Louis, pointing a camera at Marlon: There he is, our sweet baby. Marlon, holding a cigarette and a beer: What-?

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Louis: You're giving me a sticker? Marlon: Not just a sticker.That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me- wow!” Louis: I'm not a preschooler. Marlon: Fine, I'll take it back Louis: I earned this, back off!

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Louis: Hey Marlon, have you seen the photographer? Marlon: Nope. Have you seen the meat tenderizer? Louis, confused: What? Marlon, grabbing the meat tenderizer out of the drawer: No reason, cute boy things!

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Louis: Which is correct, seven and five IS thirteen, or seven and five ARE thirteen? Marlon: Neither. Marlon: Because it's twelve.

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Marlon: i went through an entire character arc during quarantine Marlon: i became more evil if you’re curious Louis: We're still in quarantine, don't worry, there's time for a redemption arc still! Marlon: i’m going to get worse on purpose

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Louis: Hey Marlon can I get a sip of your water? Marlon: It's not water. Louis: Vodka, I like your style! Marlon: It's vinegar. Louis: Wh-Wha- Marlon: It's vinegar, COWARD.

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Louis: Violence isn't the answer. Marlon: You’re right. Louis: *sighs in relief* Marlon: Violence is the question. Louis: What? Marlon, bolting away: And the answer is yes. Louis, running after him: NO-

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Louis: Okay, help me please! Violet: Got two words for you. Louis: I bet they won't be helpful. Violet: Your problem. Louis: I was right

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Louis: I'm incredibly fast at math. Marlon: Alright, what's 30x17? Louis: 47 Marlon: That's not even close. Louis: But it was fast.

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Marlon: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail Louis: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

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Louis: Why would you think any of this was a good idea? Marlon: Probably because I'm a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence. Louis: Marlon: I don't know how you keep forgetting this.

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Louis: They don't make them like me no more. I'm the last of my kind. Marlon: Thank god.

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Louis: So what do you do? Marlon: I work in genetic research, and I'm currently trying to eliminate all Cancers. Louis: Wow, impressive. Marlon: Then I'll move on to Leos.

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Marlon: Watcha got there..? Louis: *petting a ostrich* A smoothie.

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Louis: Oh, fiddlesticks. Marlon: Look, I understand this is a tense situation, but let's watch the fucking language.

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Violet: Go to Hell Marlon, tearing up: I wish I could

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Louis: I think I'm falling for you. Clementine: Then get up.

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Louis: Welcome, fellow idiots Marlon: Hello, Louis Louis: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot Marlon: You underestimate me

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Louis, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today! Marlon: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

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Louis: *Kicks the door down looking panicked* Marlon: What did you do? Louis: Nobody died. Marlon: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

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*Louis and Marlon skipping stones on lake* Louis: It’s such a beautiful evening. Marlon, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

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Louis: *Gets down on one knee* Marlon: Oh my god, it’s finally happening. Louis: *Falls over* Marlon: The poison is kicking in.

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Louis: Am I in trouble? Marlon: Take a guess. Louis: No? Marlon: Take another guess.

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Louis: Would you like something to drink? *opens the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper- Marlon: Spiders? Louis: Spiders it is then. Marlon: No, that wasn't- * But he was already pouring him a brimming glass of spiders…*

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Louis, going over Marlon's resume: Okay, so right here, it states that you're creative. Marlon: Yes Louis: Okay...may I know what you create? Marlon: ...Problems.

#twdg marlon #twdg louis #twdg clementine #twdg violet #twdg incorrect quotes

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Top 5 Aasim Moments

Is anyone surprised that when CJ asked if people wanted to collaborate on a Top 5 post about a character that I’d choose my favourite pyro?

This was quite fun to talk about and I know everyone else who collaborated on this idea shared the sentiment. If you wanna check out some other lists:

@stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale talks about Louis @kaylee-wolf talks about James @taurusicorn2400 talks about Violet @akemi-rose578 talks about Ruby

Though in all seriousness, Aasim is probably one of my favourite characters from the whole series, and I feel like even as a side-character he has some very good moments that reflect well on who he is as a person. And while most of what we see are only small details, I like what those little details could mean if they were expanded upon.

So yeah, here are my personal Top 5 Aasim Moments from the Final Season.

5. “Aasim was the third.”

“Aasim said you knew how to survive. He could just tell that the school would be safer with you there. I voted for you because I liked you, but his reason, it was better.”

This is one of those things that I think sums up a lot about what kind of person Aasim is. He is thinking about the big picture and the long term consequences from a logical standpoint rather than a purely emotional one. Violet and Tenn have more emotional reasons for wanting Clementine and AJ to stay – and that is all fine and dandy, but I personally like the distinction that Tenn makes which implies that Aasim is trying to consider the future of everyone at the school.

It doesn’t matter if you’ve been really nice to him or horrible, he sees Clementine and AJ as people they need to keep around if there’s some guy in the woods who has already taken some of the kids from the school before. It is simply a smarter move to keep the people who know how to survive close by when there may be an impending danger creeping around.

And I think it’s also really telling that he’s only known Clementine and AJ for a few days at the time of the vote, and he’s already gotten a read on their skills. It seems a little counter-intuitive given his sometimes awkward social abilities, but he’s clearly observant and using those observations to inform his decision making.

Plus on a personal level, I like that this shows Aasim as like a middle ground between Violet and Louis. Violet seems to vote in terms of Marlon deserving punishment, and therefore AJ did nothing wrong and shouldn’t receive any repercussions for his actions - whereas Louis just lost his friend and knows that AJ is a threat, and he’s voting from an emotional standpoint where he’s hurt and isn’t focusing on the future because of it.

I find both those mentalities realistic and in-character, but too extreme - Aasim is upset by the death of his friends, he acknowledges that Marlon had made some bad decisions, but he still votes for the pair to stay. He feels like the only character who is listening to the explanations and processing things clearly.

Overall, I really like the way that Tenn tells us about this moment – I just wish that maybe this revelation came earlier in the plot so that we could potentially bring up the discussion with Aasim and thank him, or hear more of his thoughts overall.

4. Going hunting for rabbits

The only pure, one-on-one interaction you can have with Aasim. And I just wish there were more moments like this.

I like that Aasim will ask Clementine if she’s a good shot – and he will take her word for it and let her help without any undercurrent of doubt. And if you do well, he’s quick to say that it’s thanks to you that they’ll end up with more rabbits than expected today.

It’s just nice, ya know? It’s an acknowledgement that we are making an effort and it is appreciated.

And it once again gives you more insight into his priorities – he cares about the group and is hoping that Clem shares his mentality of prioritising the group’s wellbeing and survival first. That she is ok with putting the work in to make sure that they not only get through today, but tomorrow and the next.

Perhaps this is all down to personal preference – but in this series I really really like meeting characters with that mentality. There are too many groups that we meet who don’t have long-term plans, or their plan is essentially to make it up as they go along, take what they need and screw the consequences.

Forward thinking is a really good quality to have in the environment they’re all stuck in, and this scene cements that. I just wish there were more scenes where I could reciprocate having this mentality and potentially find a way to corroborate ideas on where the school is heading.

3. Standing up for Clementine and AJ during the Marlon drama

This is technically spread out between two parts – how Aasim deals with the twin revelation, and also how he deals with the aftermath of AJ shooting Marlon.

It is a very tense situation, emotions are running high, everyone has just learned some unhappy secrets, they are trying to process that Brody has just died, and a gun is being passed around like a hot potato and pointed everywhere. A lot of the kids are confused and unsure if what they’re hearing is truth or lie.

And naturally, since Marlon doesn’t want the truth to come out like that, he isn’t trying to clear things up. If he doesn’t let Clem explain either and simply paints her as the threat and the liar then it is easier for him to gloss over the details. And in reality, no one wants to believe someone they trusted would hide something so heavy from them – and some people would rather continue to trust them because that feels better. That makes us feel like we haven’t been betrayed.

But Aasim doesn’t do that. He wants to hear the story, and he makes sure he shuts Marlon down in his attempts to stop Clementine from explaining herself. Keep in mind, this is also at a time when Marlon has the gun, and is threatening to shoot Clem if she doesn’t shut up. To speak up at all in this moment is dangerous, especially when you are siding against the person with the gun.

I know that the main point of this scene is to appeal to either Louis or Violet – but we shouldn’t forget that we didn’t need to appeal to Aasim for him to stand up for you in his own way. He does that for himself because it’s the right thing to do – you let people explain themselves when something happens. He might not get in the middle of the fight like Louis or Violet, but I still appreciate that he picks up that something is wrong and gives Clem the opportunity to speak up.

Yet of course, we know what happens at the end of that episode regardless of how we play this final scene.

Marlon gets shot. AJ doesn’t understand why everyone is angry. Violet pulls her cleaver out and tells Clem and AJ to go inside, while pretty much everyone else is stuck somewhere between wanting to punch someone and bursting into tears.

While everyone is stuck in this limbo of anger and sadness, Clem leads AJ back towards the dorms. And Mitch isn’t pleased in the slightest and pulls his little knife on the duo. And this is the second time in this whole drama that Aasim steps in to deescalate.

If you choose the silent option [...] or let the timer run out on this choice, Aasim will tell Mitch off, telling him to stop and that what he is doing isn’t helping.

It’s a little thing, but if people have seen me comment on argumentative scenes in these game, I don’t like when characters don’t know how to deescalate. So having a character blatantly point out how fighting fire with fire sometimes just causes a bigger fire and burns everyone – yeah, I appreciate that. Any character who deescalates is a good thing in this series.

2. Watching out for his friends on the boat

Imagine being on that boat, being scared and hearing your friends in clear distress, when suddenly someone appears to break you out – and instead of simply saying “great, get me the hell outta here”, Aasim and Omar wait for Clem to attend to Louis/Violet first.

They know that the highest priority at that moment isn’t them, it’s their friend who has received more direct attention from Lilly.

But then of course things get worse and Clem gets caught too. And Regardless of who is captured, the first thing Clementine hears when trying to find an escape is Aasim asking her if she’s alright. Thanks for checking in, Aasim, that’s a good friend move there.

And that’s his whole thing with the boat – he is watching out for everyone else there. He watches out for Clem who just got there, and in the escape from the boat he is either being the shoulder for Omar to lean on, or he beelines over to Louis to support him after his ordeals from being captured.

He just... aaah, he’s being a good friend and trying to help. It isn’t self-preservation that drives his actions, it’s the preservation of the group as a whole. After everything that happened on that boat, I don’t think we could blame the characters if they wanted to hightail it out of there without thinking. Aasim doesn’t forget about his friends in spite of how scared he tells us he is. How can I see this and not think he’s just an incredible friend to have in the apocalypse?

1. Protecting Willy from the raiders

This is another point with two parts.

The first part is obvious – Mitch has just been stabbed in the throat, and Willy is prepared to run out there into the thick of things. It is only Aasim being quick to grab a hold of him that stops the boy from meeting a similar fate.

And it’s awful to think about – Mitch was a friend to both of them, they’re both probably shocked, hurting, and they don’t have the time to do anything about it. They can’t save him, it’s too late, and they can’t mourn him or do anything. Somehow, Aasim can at least keep his head clear enough to stop Willy from getting himself hurt too. And I can’t help but feel how bad that must hurt emotionally too, to be forced to hold everything back because you have to prioritise everything else over your friend who is dying.

Yet they don’t break. They keep moving. It takes a lot of inner strength to not crumble, and these two manage.

But then there is the second part to this point – and hear me out, we’re entering speculation territory.

The raid continues, and the kids carry on with their plan and fall-back to the admin building. They set off their traps, end up stuck up stairs, and Abel decides to throw a molotov towards them. In the next moment Clem and AJ go into the headmaster’s office, and Aasim and Willy turn and move somewhere down the hallway.

We don’t see either of them again until Clem is outside and given the choice to save Louis or Violet. And when we do see them, it’s seeing Aasim unconscious in the back of the cart, and then Willy suddenly appears behind Clem as he exits the admin building.

…

How?

Aasim and Willy were together when we last saw them, and yet somehow Aasim got caught and Willy stayed in the admin building somewhere?

It doesn’t make sense to me. Aasim had been shown as the one who would be less likely to get caught out of the pair. And surely if they managed to get Aasim they should have been able to more easily get Willy too, right? So why didn’t they?

The most logical answer I can come up is that Aasim got caught while attempting to keep Willy hidden from the other raiders. Whether he was playing distraction and got caught in that task, or if he simply didn’t have time to hide/run after Willy got somewhere safe, in either case I feel like that’s a huge risk to take to save someone else.

But he does that, and I think it’s an incredibly selfless move to make. And I really do believe he will do that - I believe he cares enough to go the extra mile to keep his friends safe.

And I want the details. I love everything that is implied in these moments, but I want those details solidified.

That is the thing about me adoring Aasim as a character - there’s less concrete information to latch onto, but what is there is good.

Are there any other things I missed that you guys love? Let me know - always happy to talk about the pyro.

#twdg #twdg s4 #twdg talk #twdg t5f #twdg aasim

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Pirate Island

Summary: The Ericson pirates travel uncharted seas, unsure when they will find land, when suddenly Willy spots an island.

Word Count: 7292

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Louis tilted his head back and let the warm sun pierce his skin as he took a deep breath. The smell of the sea, there was really nothing like it. It symbolized the endless potential of adventure. Today, Louis was sure, would be an adventure. It always was with the Ericson pirates whether that be through the many shenanigans on Ol’ Kickass or when they arrived at a port town.

Louis glanced out towards the sea; he hoped they’d find some sort of port town soon - their produce wouldn’t last much longer. Not only would that lose them precious ducats that they could spend on important things like sea shanties but it would also make the lower deck reek. The smell would linger for days and soon they would forget about all the dirt and grime they had on themselves and be overwhelmed by how it smelled like fruity death down there.

With a deep sigh Louis walked back towards the ship’s wheel where Marlon stood. His best friend’s eyes were focused ahead, his stance solid and his shoulders set. He was sure to ensure it was smooth sailing as long as he was in charge. He was so focused in fact that it wasn’t until Louis strolled up the stairs along with Rosie that Marlon even glanced over. Once he did, a warm smile appeared on his lips. “Hey there, Lou,” Marlon’s smile faltered when he saw the look deep within Louis’ eyes that he was trying to hide beneath a smile. “What’s wrong?”

“Hmm? Nothing, just thought I’d check on my first mate! I even brought the ever so lovely Rosie!” Louis gestured to the pitbull who barked happily. Trotting over, Rosie began to claw at Marlon’s leg for some attention. With a small chuckle Marlon obliged and gave some pats to the pitbull along with some scratches behind the ear. But soon the blond pirate’s focus returned to the sea.

“I’ve known you long enough, Lou. You don’t have to hide anything from me,” Marlon gently turned the wheel left to guide the ship away from a pile of rocks a fair distance away.

Louis looked surprised by his friend’s words for a second but his smile soon returned. “Damn, I thought I could pull a fast one on you,” He leaned on the rail in front of the ship’s wheel.

“Have you ever been able to pull a fast one on me?” Marlon gave a grin that made Louis chuckle.

“I don’t know, maybe when we were ten,” Louis turned his body around and glanced up at the upper deck of the ship. Brody was working on fixing the riggings along with Mitch. Every so often the two would hold hands for a moment before slipping them away from each other. It was obvious based on their giddy expressions and being overwhelmed by the smallest thing that this was the first serious relationship either of them had had.

The captain’s eyes continued to wander and paused when he saw Clementine happily sparring with AJ. Both of them were absolutely exhilarated by the chance to spar together. It was clear from the soft thwack that appeared every few seconds from their wooden swords colliding and the confident auras that both of them radiated. Both of them were trying to use smack talk to get the upperhand in the fight by throwing the other off their game. Neither of them were any good at it but they didn’t seem to mind and the rest of the crew seemed to enjoy the unique insults they were hurling each other’s way.

While the two of them were caught up in the joy of sparring together, Prisha and Aasim were busy gushing over things only the two of them seemed to care for out of the whole crew: cartography. Both of them spoke animatedly as Aasim held out a map, showing his friend the vast seas they had yet to explore. The pair were especially thrilled to head out towards the northwestern seas next. Soon the two of them passed Ruby and Tenn who were busy making sure medical supplies were set. The redheaded pirate spoke clearly and concisely as a wide smile pulled on her lips, happy to have an apprentice of sorts in terms of healing. Tenn mirrored Ruby’s smile although his smile was quieter as he nodded along to her lessons.

Louis took a deep breath and glanced back at Marlon. “Our produce is about to go bad and while the crew seems happy, I bet all of them want a break from Ol’ Kickass,”

Marlon nodded along to those words. “Yeah, it would probably be best if we found a port town to aim for and spend a few days there,”

“Yeah. I just remembered, last time I talked with Aasim he said we were heading into uncharted seas. I told him that that's where the adventure was waiting and didn’t think twice,” Louis lightly laughed at his own choice as he spun his pirate hat in his hands before placing it back on his head.

“Don’t go kicking yourself, Lou. I’m sure we’ll find land soon enough,” Marlon smiled reassuringly. Louis returned it, although his smile seemed less genuine.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” Louis sighed and turned his focus on Rosie as his friend continued to steer the ship.

As luck would have it Marlon did turn out to be right. After half a day more of sailing Willy called out from the crow’s nest that Violet was squished in as well, clearly there because of Willy’s incessant begging.

“Marlon, we got a weird-looking island far out on the starboard side of the ship!” Willy cupped his hands, creating such volume that both Violet and Garbage seemed to be hissing at its force.

“Knowing Willy it's probably another island filled with squirrels,” Marlon sighed as he looked over at Louis.

“I don’t know, Squirrel Island was kind of fun,” Louis offered and noticed Marlon’s frown.

“Those squirrels were little terrors,” Marlon took a deep breath then called back to Willy.

“Alright, I’ll steer the ship towards there! Keep an eye out if it looks dangerous!”

“Aye, aye!’ Willy gave a toothy grin then went back to his story he was sharing with Violet while he held Garbage in his arms. Marlon and Louis shared a look then chuckled before Marlon set course for the island.

Soon with Louis’ instructions, Willy and Violet’s mixed directions and the teamwork of the crew they arrived at an island. From one glance it was clear this was no ordinary island. Palm trees grew everywhere around the entrance surrounded by white sands and rocky shores where dark blue waters crashed against a shipwreck that stood out proudly. On the shipwreck were nearly a dozen skeletons, all dressed as privateers with their deep blue coats and special hats. It was made in the sort of mocking way that made it obvious that those kinds weren’t welcome here.

Erupting from above the palm trees was a large cream-colored building where a black flag with crossbones and a skull flew proudly. This was pirate land. That became even more abundantly clear when the rowdy sounds of pirates filled the air as Ol’ Kickass anchored right by the docks. After making sure the anchor was placed and the sails were safely secured the crew gathered around Louis.

“Alright, crew! Here’s what we’re going to do. Prisha, Aasim, and Omar will go sell our wares along with me. The rest of you get a gist of the rules of this place but as of now, no fighting and no adventuring. Today is just a chore day,”

Those words made Willy and AJ groan loudly.

“I know, I know, boring,” Louis shook his head sadly.

“I think chore day is actually fun,” Aasim mumbled and readjusted his cravat in annoyance.

“But we gotta make sure this place is safe enough for us to rest for a few days and our fruit is this close to stinking up the place,” Louis held his fingers barely a hair’s breadth together. Everyone seemed to agree with their captain’s words and soon they were off doing their respective tasks. Louis led the way after he stole at least a dozen kisses from Clementine. Prisha, Omar and Aasim followed behind him. Ruby, Tenn and Brody headed out to search for medical supplies and as for the rest of them, save for Violet and Mitch who stayed behind to guard the ship while having spitting contests, they went searching around for any information they could get on this piratey island.

It was a fairly straightforward day. With Louis’ charm, Omar’s calmness and Prisha and Aasim’s ferocious need to barter they got great deals on their wares. Ruby, Brody and Tenn were able to find thread and needles as well as other medical supplies and alcohol that was sure to clean any kind of wound. Violet won the spitting contest which turned Mitch into the grumpiest pirate amongst the crew that day and as for the rest of them, they learned a few things about this island. It was an island where only pirates were allowed and there were no rules besides those that pirates abided by.

When the crew all returned to Ol’ Kickass they discussed whether to stay or not and after some long debate they decided to go for it. The news seemed to make Willy and AJ particularly happy. The two young pirates were beyond excited to go adventuring tomorrow, while listening to the words and rules of the older pirates of course.

Soon the night melted into a new day and the crew was ready to go exploring. Willy gave a mighty pirate call, swinging from one of the ropes and landing harshly onto the docks.

“Willy, don’t break anything!” Violet called out to the rambunctious pirate.

“Yeah! Not without me!” Mitch grinned at Willy and the glint in their eyes made it clear they wanted to find something explosively fun to do.

“Just don’t blow up part of the ship again,” Brody walked forward and stood beside Mitch.

“I won’t,” Mitch grumbled then added in a quieter voice, “I promise,” His fingers reached out for Brody’s and they soon intertwined.

“Good,” Brody smiled up at her love before pressing a kiss to his cheek which made it turn bright red.

“Damn, I didn’t know we had lobsters on our ship,” Louis teased Mitch, his arms wrapped around Clementine.

“Whatever,” Mitch flipped off the captain as he walked off the ship with his love but soon received some scolding from Brody for his action. It didn’t take long for the two of them to move past it though and soon they were lost in the excitement of exploring the island and their new relationship.

Louis hugged Clementine a bit tighter then planted a kiss on her cheek with a loud ‘mwuah’ sound. “Shall we go, m’lady? I think adventure and fun awaits!” He smiled at Clementine who immediately returned it.

“An adventure with you? Sounds perfect,” Clementine pressed a kiss to one of Louis’ hands which made him grow flustered. He couldn’t focus on it long though as Clementine held his hand and led the way off the ship.

“Ready, my treasure?” Aasim asked Ruby as his thumb brushed against the top of hers.

“I sure am! I heard from Marlon yesterday that he’d heard some pirates talk about a tavern that has the most divine dinners,” Ruby swung their joined hands as they casually strolled down the dock.

“Well then I will make sure you get the best food on all of this island,” Aasim stole a soft kiss from Ruby and the two were quickly in the middle of the pack. Behind them was Marlon who gave Rosie a special treat in thanks for her staying behind as watch before jogging forward to talk with Omar. AJ was behind them, talking animatedly with Tenn about how many cool pirate things they could draw here when suddenly Louis scooped up AJ.

“Wanna have a better view, little dude?” Louis placed AJ on his shoulders then handed up his pirate hat for the youngest pirate to wear.

“Yeah! This is awesome!” AJ shot out his hands and almost lost his balance but soon regained it by grabbing Louis’ dreads. “Oops, did I do a bad?”

Louis shook his head, only in part to shake off the pain of his dreads being yanked on. “Nope, little man. It’s all good,” He gave a thumbs up then returned his hand into Clementine’s.

Prisha and Violet led the back of the pack, casually talking about what they looked forward to doing on this island knowing that there was no risk of guards or privateers getting them. Both of them seemed absolutely lost in each other’s eyes when suddenly Garbage’s frantic hissing made them look back to see the pirate possum scampering forward. After a minute Garbage had successfully found Willy again and crawled up on his shoulder, leaving a few scratch marks along the way. Willy didn’t seem to mind though and eagerly chatted about his potential adventures with his favorite pirate pet.

The crew all walked happily together, quickly getting hit with the sounds of sea shanties which made the captain’s eyes sparkle with joy and he excitedly spoke to Clementine and AJ. The sea shanties that they were hearing along this particular stretch of the island all seemed to center around alcohol. A set of three pirates were singing All for Me Grog while a group of five across the way were belting out Whisky Johnny O’ .

“We definitely gotta pick up some sea shanties here!” Louis beamed over at Clementine who smiled and gave his hand a small squeeze.

“Sounds good to me,”

As the group continued forward they reached the inner workings of the island where life and chaos were happily coinciding. Pirates of all genders were flirting amongst each other, trying to impress others with their feats of strength while other pirates seemed to be itching for a fight and decided to pick it with the closest pirate they could find. The Ericson pirates steered clear of those types of pirates but were still enjoying their time there.

All of them were happy to finally be back on land, especially a piece of land that didn’t have people out for their heads. Their footsteps were lost amongst the lively sounds of life around them when suddenly Louis’ ears perked up when he heard the wonderful harmony of a hurdy gurdy, flute and some sort of percussion instruments. As he led the way he saw that the three pirate musicians were happily playing a tune so that any pirate could dance in the square to their heart’s content.

“Oh! We have to do this!” Louis ran forward with Clementine along with AJ on his shoulders. The captain soon took the center of the square while the majority of his crew watched. Placing AJ down, Louis did a quick bow with his hat. “M’lady, would you do this captain the honor of a dance?” Louis’ eyes looked up into Clementine’s eyes with a playful love within them. Before Clementine had a chance to say yes, AJ had grabbed her hands and pulled her towards him.

“I wanna dance with Clem first!” AJ smiled over at Louis who returned it. Within seconds AJ was spinning around with Clementine happily.

“Oh no! Whoever will I dance with now?” Louis placed the captain’s hat dramatically over his heart and waited until the music began to swell. With a mischievous grin he dashed over and grabbed Aasim’s hands. “I pick you!”

“Wait a minute!” Aasim protested but it was too late; he was thrown into the dance circle where Louis danced and spun him around.

“It’s time to let loose and dance, captain’s orders!” Louis teasingly told his crew who all waited to see who would make the next move. Prisha smiled over softly at Violet and was about to ask for a dance when Willy suddenly snagged her one good arm.

“Come on, Prisha! Let's dance!” Willy gave a toothy grin and Prisha couldn’t help but agree. Soon Willy was leading the way, dancing in his unique style as Prisha’s light laughter filled the air. Garbage bounced around on top of his head, fearfully hissing before the young pirate stopped abruptly. “You too, Mitch! Dance!”

“No fucking way!” Mitch waved a hand and tried to act cool when suddenly Brody pushed him into the circle. He gave a frown but soon was swept up in the dance circle.

“Let’s boogie!” Ruby grabbed Omar’s hands with a laugh and pulled him into the circle. The two danced around, kicking their feet together and laughing as the lively, heartwarming song ensued. The music continued for some time when all of a sudden Marlon began to clap to the beat and quickly got Brody to join the dance circle.

“Wanna dance, Vi?” Tenn looked up at Violet who gave a soft smile and a shrug.

“Sure,” Violet held Tenn’s hand and the two quietly joined.

Different members of the Ericson pirates began to clap to the beat as they danced in a circle, kicking feet with their partners before hooking arms and switching. Ruby and Brody laughed as they danced together, both on a mission to steal back their loves while Prisha kept trying to reach Violet but every time she got close Willy surprised her with another dance.

As the song reached its last section the different couples were determined and moved at a faster pace, working with their dance partners to reunite with their loves. Twirling around and using light footwork the couples got back together one by one and spun around again and again until the song stopped and the Ericson pirates all stood in the center. The crew caught their breaths, their chest heaving as their smiles grew. Moments like this together were absolutely priceless and they couldn’t wait to make more memories on this island.

After the dance, Willy quickly got distracted by having a palm tree climbing contest with AJ. Both of them threw large declarations that they were the best climbers before trying their best to prove it. Meanwhile Ruby and Aasim were happily sharing a quiet moment together off to the side as Aasim spoke words of affection and poetry to his fiery love. Prisha and Violet were sitting side by side sharing a few soft kisses. Violet then proceeded to place her head on Prisha’s shoulder. The taller pirate pressed a kiss to the top of her love’s head then rested her head on top of hers. Prisha looked out and watched in amusement as Mitch and Clementine were getting competitive.

“I can kick way more pirate ass than you!” Clementine stood up and got close to Mitch who looked shocked for a moment but a competitive grin soon pulled on his lips.

“Ha! Maybe when I’m eighty you’ll finally kick more ass than me!” Mitch smirked when he saw how annoyed Clementine was getting.

“Oh yeah? Let’s make a bet. Whoever can get the most ducats from pirate duels wins!” Clementine quickly spit in her hand and held it out. Mitch laughed and spat in his hand, slamming it into Clementine’s and giving it a firm shake.

“Deal. Winner gets all the ducats won,”

“Deal,”

“You got this, Clem!” Louis appeared from behind Clementine and surprised her with a kiss. That seemed to melt away the intimidating exterior of the pirate who soon returned the affection.

“Good luck, Mitch,” Brody gave her love a quick kiss on the cheek. Mitch grew incredibly flustered at that and Clementine saw her chance.

“Ready, set, go!” Clementine was off like a shot, already on her way to her first duel.

“Hey, wait! Fuck! That was cheap!” Mitch yelled and sprinted off with an angry cry as he tried to find his first opponent.

The competition lasted for quite some time and after a while Clementine and Mitch both collapsed onto the ground.

“I won, you little-” Clementine wheezed. “Shit,”

“”Fu-” Mitch gasped for air “Ck!”

The rest of the crew gathered around giving congratulations to both of them while Clementine flaunted her ducats and immediately bragged about how she'd spend them: half on dates and half on a new badass blade. A few minutes passed and the crew all decided to go grab some food at the local tavern. Clementine tried to get up but immediately felt her legs turned to jelly.

“Don’t worry, my darling!” Louis swept her up and carried her bridal style. “I’ll carry you!”

“Louis! Wait!” Clementine grew flustered but it was too late. Soon the others followed them with Mitch and Brody leading the back.

“I think you were pretty badass,” Brody gave Mitch’s hand a small squeeze. Those words made him smile and he immediately wrapped her up in a hug before pulling away quickly.

“It was no big deal,” The taller pirate tried to play it cool but Brody could see how much the words meant to him.

It didn’t take long for them to find the tavern where they supposedly had amazing food. Louis went about ordering the drinks and meals while the rest of them secured a few tables. Once they sat down Marlon noticed the wanted posters on the walls, placed there as a sign of pride for all the chaos the pirate captains and their crews had caused. Amongst them were pictures of all the Ericson pirates drawn in the usual inaccurate fashion.

“Wow, that Louis one is super accurate,” Violet commented, drawing the crews’ eyes to the wanted post which displayed Louis with a large evil smile and what looked to be a giant spider as his hair.

“Hey! I don’t look like that!” Louis huffed. “My hair looks even more spider-like in person,” Louis rolled with the joke and soon the others found the other wanted posters and pointed each out. Marlon’s looked like he had giant spikes on his head while Omar’s looked like he didn’t have any eyes. Willy’s wanted poster had him looking like a small gremlin pirate which the whole crew including him agreed was accurate.

Before they could spot all of the posters and talk about them though the food had arrived. Steaming plates of the finest seafood were brought before them along with fresh rolls. As AJ grabbed a roll he tore it open, revealing the soft, white, fluffy bread. Grabbing some butter he slathered it on the roll. The butter melted in an instant, soaking into the bread and enhancing its flavor.

While Willy and AJ chowed down on the rolls the rest dug into their seafood. The freshness of it was apparent in every bit as the flaky fish melted in their mouths. The crab was a particularly delicious choice as its subtle flavor tempted the palate to eat more and more. Garbage was just as happy with her food of choice: a simple apple that Willy had sliced for her. The possum licked the apple with happy hisses. Their time in the tavern was a simple joy. The crew talked, ate and drank happily without a care in the world when suddenly the tavern doors burst open.

In walked a man of alarming height. His outfit and demeanor made it clear he was the captain of his crew who all entered with wicked laughs, telling tales that left bad tastes in the Ericson pirates’ mouths. Behind them all was a curvy girl of average height. Her brown eyes peered from below her short black hair and seemed to hold a world of kindness in them. Kindness that was clearly not given to her as she struggled to carry around the crew’s treasure for seemingly no other reason than as a show of their wealth. The girl placed down the treasure and nearly fell over, a large bead of sweat trickling down her face.

“Wench! Get us drinks! Or else you may wish you sank with that ship that we saved your sorry hide from!” the captain shouted and his men laughed. The girl nodded and soon left to get the rum. The Ericson pirates watched on, all of them feeling their emotions roil due to the injustice they were seeing. The girl soon appeared back with drinks and the pirates heartily drank.

“Perhaps she can dance for us!” one of the pirates suggested and the others cheered in agreement.

The girl stood frozen in her spot, her hands by her side slowly curling into fists. “No,”

Her soft voice made the pirates glance her way.

“What do you mean no, girlie?” The captain spoke in a low tone. In an instant he grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward. “I spared your life! Out of the entire ship only you lived, so show some fucking gratitiude or else,” His voice was filled with warning.

Violet felt her stomach twist. While she couldn’t see clearly she was sure what the implications of those words meant. The other members of the crew soon noticed some bruises on the girl’s arms; the anger in their hearts grew.

The captain chuckled and pulled her chin towards his. The pirate’s breath reek of old fish and alcohol. “I hate being disagreed with.”

All of the Ericson pirates wanted to stop this, to make a move and get that girl away from this awful crew. Violet’s fists curled tightly but she wasn’t the first to make a move. Instead that honor went to Ruby who slammed her tankard down onto the table hard, causing a thin hairline crack to appear along the side of it.

“Get your filthy hands off of her,” Ruby warned and the captain as well as his men looked over her way.

“Hmm? Something to say, wench? Care to join her as one of my servants?” The captain held a twisted smile on his lips. “You two match well,”

“How dare-”

Aasim was cut short as Ruby slammed her fist on the table, her eyes burning with anger. “I’d rather make you eat your teeth!”

Ruby’s words made the captain frown before he burst out in laughter. “What a fiery wench you are! Alright, I’ll humor you with an arm wrestling competition. If I win, you apologize to me and if you win-”

“I’m fine with the satisfaction of kicking your ass,” Ruby strode forward, looking small in comparison to the captain of this crew. His crew laughed in amusement and before any of the Ericson pirates could say otherwise Ruby was seated at a table across from the captain. Rolling up her sleeve, she positioned her arm and soon the captain did the same. Once they were all set one of the captain’s crew counted down.

As soon as the countdown was done Ruby’s eyes took on a threatening glint and with all her strength she slammed down the man’s hand. That action alone would be impressive but the fiery short redheaded pirate had gone a step further. Her strength had set the man off his center, causing him to tumble over with the force of the move and crash into a chair, smashing it to pieces. Both crews stood there in shock until Mitch spoke up.

“Fuck yeah! Fuck ‘em up, Ruby!” Mitch pumped his fist in the air.

“You little bitch!” The pirate captain coughed as he rose. With a mighty swing he tried to hit Ruby but she dodged it.

The fiery pirate curled her fist and sent it crashing into the captain’s stomach. “Better be ready, I’m about to whoop your ass!” Ruby slammed her fist into her open palm. Aasim felt himself at a loss for words as he stared at his love in all her glory. She was amazing.

This wasn’t a funny joke or game anymore. The opposing crew soon charged to take down the pirate that had made their captain look bad.

“You won’t touch her!” Aasim charged forward and swung his fist, breaking teeth and sending a pirate flying back.

All bets were off now and soon the tavern erupted into chaos. Pirates charged at the table with mighty cries. Mitch and Marlon shared a smile and lifted up their tankards. Clinking them together, they downed their drinks then used the empty tankards to smash in their enemies’ faces.

“This is what you get for being shit!” Marlon slammed his tankard once more into a pirate’s face.

Prisha backstepped, dancing around a pirate’s attack before she unsheathed her blade. Using the hilt of the sword, she jabbed it into the man’s gut repeatedly before proceeding to knock him out as he keeled over, her sword’s hilt colliding with his face and smashing his nose.

Violet stood on the table to get away from all the chaos of the tavern and have a decent chance at fighting. It wasn’t longer until an opponent arrived. Cautiously Violet dodged attack after attack until she grabbed a chair and with a heavy hit shattered it into pieces on top of the pirate’s body. Prisha was in absolute awe of her love’s strength and Violet looked over with a proud smile when suddenly she noticed a pirate sneaking up on Prisha.

“Prisha!” Violet called out and gave a signal to Prisha. Prisha immediately held out her arm and wrapped it around Violet as she landed. With a secure hold on Violet, Prisha swung her love to her side where Violet proceeded to knock out the enemy with her foot. After Prisha placed Violet down the two shared a quick smile then continued their fight.

AJ, Willy and Tenn worked together, tag teaming pirates left and right. With harsh punches from AJ to their weak spots in between the legs, brutal foot stompings by Tenn and slingshot attacks from Willy, any pirates who faced them were doomed. That was before accounting for the ferocious Garbage who hissed as she scampered about, crawling up pant legs and biting down on the enemies’ noses. Omar used the plates on the table as makeshift weapons, weakening the enemies with kicks before breaking dinnerware over their heads.

“I’ll pay for all the plates I break!” Omar called out to the tavern owner who was still processing what was happening.

The girl was overwhelmed by the sudden chaos but that didn’t stop her from getting some good punches in, knocking out a few of the pirates that had made her life hell. She was about to lash out again when Louis pulled her out of harm’s way at the last second.

“That was close!’ Louis smiled at the girl. “I’m Louis, and you are?”

“Nurgul,” the girl gave a soft smile. “Thanks,”

“Think nothing of it! Just an ordinary day for the Ericson pirates!” Louis grinned then used his sword to cut a tankard in half that was aimed for Nurgul’s head. “Hey! Don’t be an asshat!” Louis proceeded to beat the pirate who’d thrown the tankard in a swordfight then kick his butt into a nearby barrel. He gave a smile back at Nurgul then looked over to see Clementine weaving through an enemy pirate’s attacks, outmaneuvering him then using her peg leg to crush his toes. When the pirate cried out Clementine grabbed a bottle and harshly cracked it against his head, knocking him out.

“Whoa,” Louis whispered. An instant later he joined his love in fighting off the remaining enemies.

Brody dodged an attack then another before grabbing the man by the collar. With a harsh jab her knee collided with his crotch. The auburn pirate refused to give him a moment to recover and with a heavy slam she crushed his face into a table, cracking it slightly.

Mitch gave an impressed whistle. Brody may have called him a badass earlier but that move right there made it clear that she had him tied in that regard. He swore his love for her grew in that moment but he couldn’t stay in the moment long because all of a sudden another attack came his way. Mitch was about to counter when the booming voice of the tavern owner made everyone stop.

“Alrighty! That's enough, you scurvy dogs!” The tavern owner stood in between the captain and Ruby right before they were about to exchange blows, blocking both of them. “I won’t have you go and ruin my tavern anymore! In fact, one of you sorry lots is gonna have to pay for all the damage that was caused!” The tavern owner looked over at the Ericson pirates then at the other crew. “We’re gonna settle this the way we always do here on this great island. Get ready, ye about to have a pirate duel!”

The captain of the crew gave a hearty laugh. “I’m fine with that! In fact, I challenge your captain!” He pointed at Mitch who gave a scowl his way. “A fight to the death, winner gets to skip out on paying for this fine mess and gets the lass of their choosing from the opposite side,”

“You have a deal!” Louis’ voice rang out across the tavern as he stood on a table, his hands on his hips. “Except it won’t be a fight to the death, not on my end,” His eyes were level with the captain’s and his jaw firm. He was obviously still upset about how they had been treating Nurgul and on a battle high from the tavern fight. “When I win, you’re gonna regret ever treating Nurgul badly!”

“Who?” The captain scrunched his nose. “That don’t matter, what I’m confused about is that you out of all your crew is the captain. Are you pulling me leg?” He glanced back at the Ericson crew and saw that they were all upset by his accusation against Louis. He was their captain after all. The captain paused for a moment, his eyes glancing over at the wall of wanted posters. “Well, sink me! You lot are the Ericson pirates!” He began to laugh, holding his sides. “I suppose you have a bit more fire in ya than me and the other crews thought you did. Still, you’re a bunch of lily-livered wannabes who claim to be pirates when you all haven’t even done half the things a pirate should do,”

“We do the right thing. We follow our own pirate law,” Louis stared down at the man.

“Is that so? Well then I hope that my blade doesn’t rust from cowardly blood when I gut ya tomorrow,” The captain laughed then harshly pulled Nurgul forward, urging her to lead the way. “Till tomorrow, ‘captain’!” The captain gave a mocking, obscene gesture then left.

“Louis!” Clementine hurried forward and looked up at her love. “What are you doing?”

“The right thing,” Louis met his love’s gaze and Clementine could see he wouldn’t budge on this decision. There was only one thing to be done.

Clementine and the rest of the crew worked to make sure Louis was the best equipped and well-trained he could be for tomorrow’s duel. The sunlight bled through the sky at a rapid pace and before they knew it night was upon them that soon shed away when the sun rose once more. Hopefully all their work had been enough.

As they made their way to the dueling pit they heard the overwhelming cheers of pirates heartily drinking grog as they waited to see the bloodshed of the fight. The crew was soon guided over to an area for viewing. As they passed they noticed Nurgul standing at the sidelines of the fighting pit. Louis was left alone at the entrance of the arena with Clementine. His eyes focused on the tiny crabs that scattered about the soiled sands of the pit, mindless to all the noise around them.

“Louis, be careful,” Clementine held her love’s hand and tried to get him to look at her.

Louis remained silent for a moment. “Everyone is continuing on me so I gotta be. Can’t be the normal screw up that I am. One wrong step...” His voice faltered out as he continued to look off into the distance.

“Louis, you’re not a screw up. You’re a great captain and fighter. You’ll win,”

Those words made Louis glance over his love’s way. “I don’t know about that,” He took a deep breath and turned to face Clementine. “Alright, I need you to slap me. One good slap to make sure I can focus,” He tried to stand strong in front of her, his eyes pressed shut but every few seconds he’d peek out at Clementine, his head unconsciously flinching backwards. Clementine stood there, knowing that she wouldn’t hit him but she wasn’t sure what the right choice was. After a moment she decided to go with her heart. Getting up on her tiptoes and wrapping her hand behind his head she captured his lips in a soft kiss. Louis seemed surprised by this before his shoulders relaxed and he melted into the kiss, if only for a moment.

The dreadlocked captain pulled back from the kiss, his eyes filled with shock. “I... can’t tell if I feel more focused or less,” His lips pulled into a smile that Clementine immediately mirrored. The pair stood there, becoming lost in each other’s eyes when suddenly the announcer called for the two pirates to get in the pit. Louis was about to step forward when he felt Clementine’s hand grab his.

“I believe in you. So does AJ and so do the rest of the crew. There’s a reason you’re our captain and it's for choices like this,” Clementine gave a smile, hoping that it would find its way to Louis.

Louis returned the smile then kissed the top of her hand softly. “I gotta prove you and the others right then,” He slowly slipped his hand free of Clementine’s and stepped forward into the sunny arena where his ears were pierced with the cries and cheering of the pirate crowd.

Louis tried to show his charisma and held up his blade with a big smile. He rotated in a circle, catching the eyes of all the different sections of the crowd until he saw his crew. He could tell they were nervous but he also noticed the trust and belief in their eyes. He would win today.

After a moment or two the duel was set to begin. The signal was given and the captain of the other crew unsheathed his double shell guard cutlass. Not waiting a moment he slashed it down towards Louis’ face. Louis immediately lifted up his rapier, blocking the attack and causing the sound of metal colliding to ring throughout the arena.

“Let’s see how long you’re gonna last before you end up as shark bait,” The captain kicked up dirt, aiming it directly at Louis’ face. The young pirate coughed sharply and tried to regain his sight when suddenly he felt something slashing against his back. The cold feeling of metal slid across his back once more and Louis dodged a third strike before proceeding to block a fourth. His hand held up his blade as the captain smirked down at him. “Not long at all I’d wager,”

Louis felt his nerves rising but he knew that if he let them consume him he’d wind up dead. Studying the man’s legs he noticed that he was heavily favoring his right one. So Louis decided to take a page from his love’s book and with a mighty kick he forced his opponent off balance. Using the moment of uncertainty Louis hooked his blade with his opponent’s and with a well-timed twist forced the man to disarm. His cutlass flew through the air and landed in the sand beside Louis.

“Don’t count me out just yet,” Louis pointed the sword at his throat but the captain soon slapped it away and elbowed Louis deep in his gut. The young pirate gasped loudly, a thread of saliva falling from his lips and onto the dirt. He tumbled to the ground, dirt flying up the air and clouding the pit.

The captain laughed loudly and leaned over to pick up his blade when suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his left foot. Looking down, he saw Louis’ rapier embedded there.

“You’re not keeping that girl and you’re not gonna get any of my crew!” Louis grabbed the sides of the man’s head and headbutted it sharply. The action stunned the man but it also made Louis’ head ring. He couldn’t let that stop him from focusing on this fight though. With a wild cry Louis took his blade out of the man’s foot and used the hilt of his sword to pummel the man’s chest. Each hit brought him one step closer to winning and each made his opponent weaker. His hilt soon found its way to the bridge of the captain’s nose and with a mighty slam Louis shattered the man’s nose. The captain’s head swayed with the movement, his eyes stinging with tears due to the hit as blood slipped down his face.

“You little brat! I’ll be sure to send you to Davy Jones’ Locker myself!” he yelled, dodging an attack and sweeping up his sword. He immediately sliced his cutlass through the air, his blade colliding with Louis’ rapier. The two pressed their entire body weight into their blades, their feet digging into the dirt and sliding with the force. Neither of them were willing to lose an inch in this attack.

The captain once again tried to kick dirt into Louis’ face but the younger pirate danced around the attack. The sudden movement caused the man to slip forward and Louis decided to use some of the techniques he had tried to pick up from his crew. Aiming for the spot that Violet usually did with her iron knuckle studded gloves, he dug his fist into his opponent’s chest, cracking a rib. Soon he backstepped, changing towards Marlon’s stance of being well balanced with defense and offense, but leaned into a sturdy defense like Brody held. He carefully studied the captain’s movements, wanting to spot his weaknesses and exploit them the way that Aasim always did during his fights.

It took some time, precious time in which Louis worried his energy would flag and fail him, but at last he spotted the pattern the captain fought in. Louis cautiously backstepped, taking a page from Omar’s patient fighting style. He slowly dodged and parried each strike until he saw the shift in the man’s right leg. Not wanting to miss the moment, Louis feigned an attack, forcing the man to put all of his strength into a counterattack that would miss before he kicked out the man’s right leg once more and sent the hilt of his rapier crashing against the side of his head. With a loud thud the captain collapsed onto the ground. The pirate crowd grew silent as Louis’ chest heaved until suddenly a proud voice started to cheer.

“WOOO! That’s our captain!” AJ cheered, doing his signature happy dance. His sudden outburst made the other members of the crew cheer and holler, filling the entire arena with the overwhelming volume of their voices.

Louis took a shaky breath then grinned at his crew, thrusting his arm that held the rapier into the air. The action gained more cheers as the pirate audience applauded a fight well won. Louis’ eyes were entirely focused on his crew though, noticing how happy and proud they were of him. He returned their kindness with a bright smile then looked over towards Nurgul. “You’re free,”

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Up To Interpretation Michael Jackson x reader

(Victory Tour)

I stand on the corner of the stage, the arena dead silent around me. I hear a radio playing softly from somewhere backstage and I sign along, closing my eyes and letting my hands dance and tell the story the singer weaves. I hear the click of hard souls on the concrete, their clacks drawing closer to me. The squeak of sneakers, or some kind of rubber soled shoe follows behind the first set. I don't stop signing through the interruption, focused on keeping up with the speed and the intent behind it. I hear both feet whispering to each other, but I don't pay them any mind. I have to be perfect for the first performance of the tour. The rubber soles squeak away as the click clack of the other pair grows closer. A hand is placed on my shoulder and I turn to the hard soled feet. I am met with one of the singers I am interpreting tonight. I concentrate on his eyes, signalling him to go on. Behind him, I see one of his brothers run up behind him, his rubber sneakers squeaking across the stage, a notebook and pen in hand. He shouts "I got what you asked for Mike!" Mr. Hard Shoes glances over his shoulder and accepts the items. Opening the book, he scribbled down on the paper. He quickly shoves the book into my hands and gestures to me to read what he had written. "Hello, my name is Michael Jackson. Who are you and what are you doing here?" His handwriting is a bit difficult to read, random capitalization's here and there, and the words scribbled quickly and carelessly. I guess I was taking too long to read the note, sneakers huffing out a "Great, not only is she deaf, but illiterate." I swallow and hand the book back to Michael, turning to sneakers. I stare him in the face as I sign. "Me not deaf. Me hearing. Me don't speak. Me sign. Me sign for you."

A/N: This is ASL Gloss, The sentence structure for ASL is a bit different than regular English. ASL is quick and to the point, since there are no signs for words like "and" "the" "or" etc. Deaf People are not cavemen, they can express the same thoughts, feelings, and ideas we can, they just do it a little differently.

His mouth drops open a little bit in confusion, his eyes locked on mine as he says to Michael, "What is she saying and why is she staring at me?" I roll my eyes and turn back to Michael. I sign "Your book, you give me? Please?" Michael gets the picture, the sign for book clueing him in. "Oh! You want my notebook? Here." He hands me the notebook and pen and I write carefully and legibly. "I'm not deaf. I'm actually hearing. I'm mute, so I sign. I'm your interpreter for the U.S leg of the tour." I hand the book back and patiently wait for him to read it. He playfully smacks sneakers upside the head, laughing out a "You idiot, she's not a crazy fan. She's our interpreter for the show! And she heard everything you said." I smile, seeing the relationship the two have.

Sneaker's eyes widen comically as he realizes how far he stuck his foot in his mouth. He walks up to me, holding out his hand for me to shake. "Sorry 'bout that. I'm Jackie. We just saw some girl standing on stage waving her hands around like a crazy person, and didn't know what to think." I shake his hand, signing book again so I can properly introduce myself. Under my previous message I write "I'm Y/N, I understand the confusion. I'm mute, meaning I can't talk, but I can hear everything just as well as you can. For some reason, the fact that I can't talk made them hire me on the spot. I was actually about to ask for the set list so I can rehearse, or at least be a little prepared for tonight." I hand the notebook to Jackie and keep the pen to myself, writing on my wrist to purchase a few notebooks myself. He nods and leads me to the backstage area, Michael following close behind. "I'll introduce you to the guys and get you the set list, alright?" I nod my head, memorizing the path since I probably won't be able to ask for directions if I got lost.

Jackie leads me to a dressing room filled with four other guys and two girls. Michael introduces me to the group, "Guys, this is Y/N, she's our interpreter for the U.S leg of the tour. Y/N, this is Jermaine, Marlon, Randy and Tito. These are our sisters La Toya and Janet." I wave to them, staying silent. Marlon says "Cool, signing even when off the clock, nice gimmick." I look back to Michael and sign "They read book." He stutters out "Oh right. Here guys, this should explain some." He takes the notebook from his pocket and tosses it to Jermaine, who then passes it around. La Toya walked up to me with this glint in her eye. "Oh! You're so pretty! If we were going anywhere else, I wouldn't do a thing, but those stage lights will completely wash you out, even the guys have to wear makeup. Can I get you ready?" I think about it, and nod. I hold up a finger, and write down. "It has to be simple. Nothing flashy. Rules of the game. No jewelry, no distracting clothes, no sparkle eye makeup. Not up to me, just comes with being an interpreter." She reads it quickly and sags her shoulders a bit. "Fine, I get it. Nothing too flashy. But I promise, we're going to have some fun." She drags me to a second dressing room, one with lit up mirrors and vanities. She sits me down and pulls out a giant makeup case. I relax my face and let her do her thing, trusting her to not go overboard. She plugs in a curling iron as she finishes up my makeup. Without any paper around, I try my best to communicate. I pull my hair back, off my face, another rule of interpreting. Luckily, La Toya got the message. "Oh! Hair back, got it." She curls my hair, completely covering it in hairspray, and gives me a beautiful bun on the top of my head, leaving the second half of my hair down. I inspect myself in the mirror, never feeling this beautiful in my life. I turn to La Toya and sign "Thank you", hoping that if she doesn't understand my hands, she can understand the look in my eyes.

I walk out into the hallways, now hustling and bustling as it gets closer to show time. I was given the set list and lyric sheet for the night while I was made over. I run the entire show at least 5 times before being called to take my place, the instructional prologue getting ready to play.

By the end of the show, my wrists and fingers ached from the fast movements to stay on pace with the band. Walking backstage, I just want to take my makeup off and stretch out my aching joints. Michael stops me in the hall and asks me, "Hey, you want to fly with us? I'd love to get to know you more, plus give you the set list for the next show to let you practice." I nod, wanting to answer his questions. He lights up. "Maybe, you can teach me some sign language? Don't get me wrong, I love writing back and forth, but it'd be cool to sign to each other" He leads me to the limo that is taking him to the hotel and then the airport in the morning. "I'm not sure where your room is, but I can have your stuff sent to mine and we can talk some. If you'd like." I shrug my shoulders, I didn't know either. He makes a quick phone call and I watch the lights move past. "Hey, Y/N, you were really cool there. It was like you were singing and dancing with your hands at the same time. Why don't you talk? If you don't mind me asking. You don't have to answer." I hold out my hand for the notebook and try my best to write on the bumpy road. "Long story. I'll tell you at the hotel, roads too rough to write it out on the way." He reads my writing and nods in understanding. "I get it." We fall into a comfortable silence as we drive to his hotel.

I follow Michael through the lobby, up the elevators and to his suite. My bags are placed in the main room, and Michael stretches his arms above his head. "Hey, Y/N, I'm going to go take a shower. If your story really is as long as you're saying, go ahead and start writing it down. I can read it while you shower." I nod and he hands me a legal pad, much better than the little hand notebook Michael carried around at all times. I sit down and start writing.

"I've been mute since I was 6 years old. My dad and I were going to the record store to listen to some and take others home to add to our collection. The light turned green, and we went, but someone else swerved into our lane, causing a head on collision. My dad died on impact, but they said he didn't feel any pain. Pieces of glass got caught in and cut my throat. I woke up in the hospital with no vocal chords, no voice. The damage done was too much for them to take and they had to be removed. I don't want your pity, I've gotten nothing but pity since I was 6. I'm not fragile and you do not need to treat me as such." I put the pen down just as Michael finished up in the bathroom. I gestured to the pad, and grabbed clothes for the shower. When I came out Michael was just staring at the paper, some areas warped with his spilled tears. He looked up at me with glossy eyes and enveloped me in his arms. "Oh, Y/N, I am so sorry. We don't have to talk about it or anything. We can just go to bed right now if you want." I shake my head. I break away reluctantly and go back to the paper. "No, it's ok. If you have any questions I will do my best to answer them." He thinks for a moment and asks, "Can you make any sounds? If you don't have vocal chords, how can you be vocal?" I hum a little tune, and make a couple of noises. We sit down, and he asks me to teach him to sign. We start with finger spelling.

"What's your favorite candy?" "(F-A-V-O-R-I-T-E C-A-N-D-Y)" "Wow! I love those! I like S-K-I-T-T-L-E-S. Oh! And P-E-A-N-U-T M-N-M-S!" I smile at him. He's a really fast learner. I yawn and glance at the clock. I sign "time" and point at the clock. He follows my finger and reads the time. "Oh wow, 1:30. We should probably get to bed. I'll take the couch and see you in the morning." I reach for the pen to protest but he snatches it before I can lay a finger on it. "No Ifs ands or buts. I'm taking the couch." I roll my eyes, signing "Silly boy" and making my way to the bed. I fall into a blissful sleep easily.

The next morning Michael and I are on our way to the plane, the next stop being Irving. We sit across from each other, Michael signing what he can, and writing what he can't. I teach him little words and phrases as we go, and specific ones at his request. Sooner than expected we touch down and make our way to the venue. The entire tour goes by in a flash, performing every night with the boys, only watching from the wings our eight shows in Canada. On our last night in LA and my last night on the job, Michael drops a bomb on everyone around the world. That this was the last show for the tour. I translated what he said for the audience, a look of complete confusion on my face. I struggled to focus on the task at hand, translating for those Deaf at the show, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The show had ended finally and it was chaos backstage. People yelling at Mike for his cancellation, calling it selfish, immature. I couldn't help but feel a little hurt. I knew that this was my last show, and that I would no longer be working with the band, but I thought he would at least tell me since I thought we were close. I pushed through the throngs of angry managers and crew members back to my little corner.

I gathered my things, coming across one of the notebooks that Michael and I had practically filled. The others full of writing were in my suitcase back at the hotel. In my heartache, I accidentally dropped the notebook, its pages falling open on impact. A page filled with shading and lines caught my attention, its place in the back making it invisible to me. Examining it closely, I realize it's an incredibly done sketch of me, done by Michael. I was asleep when he did this. I think it was on the plane to Denver. I gently closed the pages, and placed it into my bag.

I turned my gaze to the sound of the door opening, revealing none other than the artist himself. With creased eyebrows, I simply sign "Why?", not understanding why he did it a bit. He sagged, as if all the air had been let out of him. "Because, Y/N, I couldn't stand being under their thumb anymore. I couldn't work with Joseph anymore, I need to be the one in control. I want to make my own music, send my own message, without anyone telling me otherwise." I nod, understanding where he was coming from, but sad to see him go. I wiped at my tears and signed "I'll miss you Applehead." This made him chuckle and pull me in for a long, large hug. "I'll miss you too." He kissed the top of my head and took a step back. He signed "You always in my heart." something I had taught him, but fragmented. He picked up the notebook laying in the top of my bag and tore out an empty page, as well as a pen. He handed both to me. "Write down your address and I promise I will write to you practically everyday. And if I ever go on tour, I know just who I'll hire to be my interpreter." With one final tearful hug goodbye, it was time for us to go our separate ways. I would miss him, but I knew I would always be in his heart, and he in mine.

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