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sl-newsie · 2 years

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Chapter Sixteen: Who Are You? (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

Tha fellas didn’t get Jack oudda tha Refuge- not that I’s surprised. David said he’d been act’n a little funny. Just like I thought: a questionable cause. Now Jack’s all alone too.

So I’ll go visit him.

I quietly sneak out while the oddas are play’n a card game. Throughout tha streets, a small mist has draped over everyth’n, add’n more tension in my already-full mind. When I reach tha refuge, I can already see Jack look’n out a window behind bars.

“Psst! Jack! Down here!” I call from behind a wagon.

He looks down and sees me. “Becca? Whadda ya do’n here?! If Snyder catches ya you’ll be thrown in too!”

“I had to see ya- I didn’t want you to be alone,” I say softly.

“Don’t worry about me, Becs. I-”

“Is that Becca?” I hear a voice ask. Crutchy?

“Crutchy’s up there? Hey, Crutchy! Ya do’n ok?” I call up.

“I’m ok, Becca,” comes a happy but small voice. He don’t sound ok.

“They’s been treat’n you bad, aren’t they?”

“Just forget about it, Becca. Go back to tha lodg’n house.” Jack sounds as if all hope has been sucked oudda him.

“Ya can’t let them beat ya, Jack! We’s ain’t beat yet!” I yell up.

Jack sighs. “We was beat when we was born. Go back, Becca. It’s ain’t any good for you to be here.”

My mouth hangs open. Jack, of all people, push’n me away. But maybe that’s how ya act when you’s in jail?

“Alright, alright. G’night Crutchy! G’night Jack.”

I offer one last sad, hopeful smile, then turn and walk slowly back to tha lodg’n house. David was right- Jack ain’t himself.

Tha next day we stand in front of tha distribution center, without Jack. First Crutchy, now him.

“Morn’n, Beauty!” Spot calls. All tha Brooklyn newsies are here, and so are all the oddas! I smile, feel’n a sensation of pride.

“Good morn’n to you too, King of Brooklyn! You’s all ready to strike?” I yell.

“Yeah!”

“Stop the World!”

“No more papes!”

A wagon drives by and breaks us up, and when we’re back togedda Spot calls Race and me ova.

“Tell me I’m see’n things. Just tell me I’m see’n things!”

I follow his gaze and see… Jack?

It’s Jack, in a suit, walk’n out with Weasel.

“Y-You ain’t see’n things,” I say, shocked. “What’s he do’n?”

“He’s dressed like a scabber!”

“Jack? Jack, look at me, will ya? It’s me, Mush. Look at me! What’re ya do’n?” Mush tries tO reach him.

“This can’t be happening…” Blink says.

“Come on, what is this?” Boots asks.

“Where’d ya get them clothes?” Race asks.

Soon Bulls are hold’n us back, then Weasel says: “Mr. Pulitzer picked them out himself. A special gift to a special employee.”

Employee?!

“He sold us out!” Spot yells.

“Look at him in his suit. Ya bum! I’ll soak ya! Ya fake!” Race screams.

Spot sneers. “Hey, lemme get my hands dirty! Come here ya dirty rotten scabber! I’ll soak ya, son of a bitch!” Tha Bulls hold him back, while I’m still star’n at Jack.

“Oh, you want to talk to him?” Weasel taunts. “Come on, come on! Sure! Go right ahead!”

David and I walk up, and I stare Jack dead in the eye.

“So this is why you didn’t escape last night?” David says. “You’re a liar! You lied about everything!”

“Oh yeah? Whaddya gonna do about it, huh?”

“How could you?” I sneer. “How could you?! Answer me!”

Jack’s face is blank. “For tha first time in my life Becs I got money in my pocket. Real money.”

I scoff. “What ‘bout us? We’s don’t got money if we’s don’t sell papes. You’s was supposed to help us win tha strike, Jack!”

“What, you’s gonna cry about it?” My eyes widen at his remark. “Lemme spell it out Becs: I’s godda look out for myself, and I can’t have you’s to deal with too.” He looks at David. “I ain’t got anyone tuck’n me in at night.”

I can’t believe what I’m hear’n.

“Ya had tha newsies,” I croak.

“What’s tha newsies ever got me? A dime a day and a black eye? Forget it, Becs! You’s just a-”

“Goil?” I finish for him. “Yeah, Imma goil, and this goil’s still on strike!”

“Good luck with that,” Jack says unconfidently. “The newsies won’t get you’s anywhere.”

My eyes narrow.

“Yeah, and what ‘bout tha promise ya made me? ‘Bout Santa Fe?” I sniff. “I shoulda known it was a lie. My whole life's been a lie! We don’t need you!”

“All those words you said, they were never yours. They were mine,” David backs me up.

“And ya neva had tha guts to put ‘em across, did ya?” Jack pushes.

“I do now,” David says confidently.

“And here’s your proof!” I yell, send’n my fist into Jack’s jaw. I give him one last glare, then turn on my heel and march away.

“Traitor!” I hear Spot scream at Jack.

“I trusted you!”

“Seize tha day, huh Jack?”

“He’s fooling ‘em, he’s a spy or something.” Les holds back tears.

Walk’n away, I choke a sob. No, Les. Jack’s gone...

I sit up against tha fountain, stare’n at my tear-stained face. I notice Spot’s reflection join mine, so I turn to face him.

“Lemme guess- you’s oudda tha strike?” I mumble.

“Sorry, Beauty. There ain’t a reason for Brooklyn to waste it’s time here-”

“Save it. I shoulda known.” Ya can never depend on nobody.

We sit for a minute.

“You’s still in tha strike?” Spot asks.

I nod sharply. “We’s still got rights, so we’s gonna fight for ‘em. Plus, I’ll do anyth’n to get on Jack’s well-dressed nerves.”

Tha odda fellas come over and sit down.

“What now?” Mush asks blindly.

“Now, we strike.”

“I don’t know, Becs. Without Jack-”

“So now it’s all ‘bout Jack?” I ask Race. “I thought this was ‘bout us newsies gett’n respect! We’s finishing this strike tha way we’s started it, with or without Brooklyn, with or without Jack!”

(Nobody from Bandstand)

I stand up and sing:

“You know who tells me "no"?

You know who tells me "I don't think so"?

You know who tells me "no"?

Nobody!”

Some Bulls, includ’n Jack, begin to gather nearby, with Jack have’n a disagreeable look on his face.

Race joins in:

“You know who tells me "wait"?

“You know who tells me "That ain't so great"? Skittery sings. “You know who tells me "wait"?”

“Nobody!”

We all join in, push’n our arms out:

“So get outta my way!”

David adds:

“'Specially if you don't have something nicer to say!”

“Go try to break someone other-”

Spot sings:

“Go find yourself someone else to smother!”

“No oooh, nobody no!”

I smile, then start ta sing again.

“You know who tells me "slow"?

You know who tells me "that's a no go"?

You know who tells me "slow"?”

We all scream:

“Nobody!”

Blink sings:

“You know who tells me "quit"?”

Boots joins:

“You know who tells me-”

We all sing-

"You ain't worth spit"?”

Blink asks again:

“You know who tells me "quit"?”

We all sing:

“Nobody!”

“So get outta my way!

Find somebody else

Who gives a fig what you say!”

Spot, Race, and I sing:

“Go discipline someone other!

Last time I checked

You were not my mother!” We all point at Jack, who’s still scowl’n.

Tha rest join in:

“You know who tells me "stop"?

You know who tells me

"You don't have what it takes

And you will never reach the top"?

You know who tells me "stop"?

Nobody!”

Spot and I sing togedda:

“So get outta my way!

Find somebody else

Who gives a fig what you say!

Go discipline someone other!

Last time I checked

You were not my mother!”

Tha fellas join in again:

“You know who tells me "stop"?

You know who tells me

"You don't have what it takes

And you will never reach the top"?

You know who tells me "stop"?”

Spot and I start softly-

“Nobody,

Nobody…”

We all get louda:

“No, no one tells me!

No, nobody

No one tells me!

No, nobody

No one tells me!

No, nobody

No one tells me!

No no no no no

Nobody!” We all finish, with me and Spot face’n each odda.

“Alright, break it up!” Some Bulls yell.

“Never!” We scream back, then go scrambl’n through tha streets. Spot follow us to tha lodg’n house, and when we get there he pulls me over.

“I’m with ya, Beauty. I’s truly is. But tha odda newsies ain’t gonna see it tha same way. Brooklyn’s still out.”

“I know,” I say simply. He looks surprised. “We can’t satisfy everyone, so we’s all can’t always do what we want. I’s just glad to know ya still care.”

“And I always will,” Spot says, his eyes peer’n through my soul and mak’n me blush.

“I… I godda go,” I say abruptly. “I got a performance tonight.”

“I’ll be sure to attend.”

“Thanks. You’s probably be tha only one I can count on not to make fun of me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

I give a quick smile and take off run’n towards tha theatre.

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novafire-is-thinking · 2 years

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Behind the Playlist - Transformers: Prime Edition (Part 10 of 22: Knockout)

Link to the other posts in my Behind the Playlist series

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Doctor in the house. The flashy one who’s desperate for your attention and probably has a history of medical malpractice, of course.

Intended overarching themes and/or qualities: Playful Vanity, Fast-paced Fun, Attention-seeking

My personal favorite(s) from this playlist: This Is My Show, Knock the Dominoes, and Ain’t Seen Nothin’

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Full song list and explanations under the cut:

This Is My Show by UNSECRET, Liv Ash

Knockout likes to think he’s made for the spotlight. I mean, he’s not exactly wrong.

Rush by The Score

Adrenaline rush, obviously.

Own the Night by AREA21

KO just wants to have fun. I think this song fits his free and easy attitude.

In Need of a Doctor by NymN

I’m not sure about anyone else, but I keep forgetting that Knockout’s technically a doctor with training in the sciences.

The Speed in My Soul by CG5, Hyper Potions

It’s no secret that Knockout likes to go fast. A lot. While all the other ‘Cons chose flight modes, he stuck with something that would allow him to keep his wheels on the road. And those steel-belted radials were nice too.

Stupid Love by Main-De-Gloire

Knockout: “So go on, Big M. Tell me you love me more than Starscream.”

…and every single one of his other comments and behaviors intended to draw attention to himself. 😂 All the pretty boi wants is to be loved. We get it, KO.

La La La - Drove Remix by AREA21

“Telling me I need to change but what do they know? / I don't get what made them think they have a say so / Everybody's such an angel with a halo / Yeah, right, I don't think so

Talking 'bout my life, but they don't know me / Why would they expect I'd let them control me? / When they criticize me, I don't listen / They don't realize I like to be different”

Knock the Dominoes by Scott & Brendo

“Yo, I'm like a one hit wonder / I do the show once so take a number / Lightning strike without all the thunder / Hold your breath you about to go under”

Knockout likes to think of himself as being pretty good at doing damage and having fun, all while looking good doing it. Plus, the name has “Knock” in it, so how can I pass it up?

Hypermania by Inpetto

The casual and playful vibes fit.

Look at Me Now by Paper Kings

“So get your cameras out / I'd probably do the same thing if I was you / Lookin' at me now, now

Put up your lights / And keep 'em flashin' / Don't ever put 'em down, down, down

Look at me now / Look at me now / Look at me now”

It’s My Night by WAR*HALL

A little full of yourself, huh Knockout?

Shake It Up by Saint Middleton, UNSECRET, Plappert

“Let's shake it up, make some moves / We got the fresh, we got the new / Let's shake it up, set it loose / Nobody do it like we do / We gon' shake it up / Gon' shake it up”

Out of the main crew on the Nemesis, Knockout took things the least seriously, for the most part. I think that was a good thing. He was both an annoyance and a breath of fresh air on the Nemesis.

Ain’t Seen Nothin’ by Paper Kings

“Dropped in like a UFO / Shined up like glitter and gold / If you don’t know well now you know

Crashed down like a tidal wave / Got sick of the same old thing / I’mma do it differently

Ohh / Another level yeah I’m taking it higher / Watch me / I’m bringing that heat / I’m feeding that fire

You ain’t seen nothing like this / Nothing like this / Nothing like this / You ain’t seen nothing like this / Nothing like this

So fresh, oh so classic / Wilder than you imagined / Never going out of fashion”

Looks That Kill by Garena Free Fire

I’m a little bit bittersweet, but you can put some sugar on me / Imma knock you off of your feet / I’m a non-stop thrill, I got looks that kill

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Notes:

This post series is in alphabetical order. Next up are Megatron and Miko Nakadai.

As I add more songs to the playlist, I’ll update this post.

#transformers prime #transformers prime playlists #tfp #tfp playlists #transformers #transformers playlists #tfp knockout #knockout #maccadam #behind the playlist #Spotify

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙨.𝙘𝙤𝙢/𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡

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sᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴏɢᴇʀs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ

ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) a part two of OnlyFans where Steve takes them up on their offer would be 🥵🤤

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Smut 18+minors dni, threesome! (my first time writing one im scared), also it’s uh… it’s a lot. it’s probably the filthiest thing i’ve written; so out of my comfort zone so go easy

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: i got a lot of people in my inbox asking about a part two but holy shite balls ive never written something like this omggg i can’t believe it aviajbgvi8gahahaha, anyways plz don’t let this flop i worked really hard to write this and imma cry if it does

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Steve sat on the bed nervously. He had no idea what came over him agreeing to this.

“Are you ok?” you asked him softly as Peter set the camera up.

“Yeah, just out of my element; very out of my element.”

“You can always say no; at any time. Even after we film and take pictures, you decide that you don’t want this out there we’ll delete it right away. I promise,” you reassured.

“Thank you, but I want this. I don’t trust anyone more than you two to do this with.”

Peter looked up from the camera and smiled at you both; he wasn’t gonna lie, he was really excited when Steve came up to them saying he wanted to be a part of this. He was expecting you and Steve to do something together but when he asked Peter to also be a part of it he was very ecstatic and aroused about it.

“Ok,” you cupped his face.

“Well the camera’s ready if you want to start slow, maybe some pictures first?” Peter suggested.

“Sure, you’re the experts,” Steve shrugged.

“Ok, Pete, what should we do first?” you turned to your boyfriend.

“Well, maybe we can shoot some of just you guys, and then just me and you, and after all three of us,” he said standing behind the camera.

“Sounds like a plan,” you went up quickly to Peter and kissed before turning back to Steve holding a mischievous gleam in your eyes and made him feel wanton.

You slowly walked closer to Steve, your hands reaching for the tie that held your silk robe together and unveiled the most sexiest lingerie set that Steve’s ever laid his eyes on. His eyes could help themselves staring directly at your nearly exposed chest. You noted his inner battle to not reach out and touch without permission and Peter chuckled from behind.

“You can touch her, Steve. She doesn’t mind, do you princess?”

“Not at all,” you whispered sensually.

Steve reached out and pulled you close to his body. He sported simply a pair of black boxers and a black leather choker with a silver ring in the center. You curled your finger over the silver ring and pulled him closer to your face. Peter saw this as a great shot and the shutter of the camera alerted Steve pulling him out that momentary spell you have on him.

“It’s ok,” you whispered against his lips.

Steve swallowed audibly shoving his nerves down before bringing his large hands up your thighs. You smiled beautifully and teased him barely brushing your lips against Steve’s. As Peter continued snapping pictures, he was embarrassed to admit that he was growing hard at the sight of you teasing Steve; biting his lip having to remind himself to keep snapping pictures.

Steve was slowly getting the hang of things and trailed his hand up your front to wrap harshly around your throat. You giggled at the feeling making direct contact with the lens putting on, which wasn't hard at all, your sexist face before all three of you bursted into giggles.

“Too much?” Steve chuckled.

“No, it was perfect,” you giggled.

You took some more pictures; you sat between Steve’s legs looking innocently into the camera and you could see the visible tremble in Peter’s legs. Another was you sitting with your back against Steve’s chest, his lips pressing faintly to your skin and his hands wrapping around your body closely both looking into the camera seductively.

“These are fucking hot, guys. People are gonna lose their shit,” Peter told you guys.

“How ‘bout one more,” you winked at Peter.

You crawled over Steve straddling his waist and pressing your hands against his pecs. He leaned back on his elbow, his expression taken back yet aroused and excited. Peter watched carefully, his finger resting on the button to snap the perfect shot. You rubbed your nose along Steve’s and you could feel his breath quicken.

You pressed your lips against his and lightly grinded down on his crotch feeling his large member poking your center. Steve fluttered his eyes closed as his lips moved against yours softly moaning. You pulled away to find his cheeks reddened and his eyes blown out with lust. You crawled off but Steve pulled you back in already addicted to your taste.

“Alright hands off, it’s my turn,” Peter walked up, making you giggle.

Peter practically pounced on you once Steve stumbled his way to the camera; waddling from his raging erection.

“You look so fucking sexy; I haven’t gotten to tell you,” Peter whispered in your ear.

“Thank you; you still ok with this?” you asked him.

“Of course I am,” he grinned.

“I figured, considering you’re hard as a rock under these,” you pressed his erection firmly with your hand making his groan lowly and shifting his hips.

He kissed you ravishly and Steve snapped the shots quickly. He shifted from side to side attempting to take his mind off of his painfully boner but the sight you and Peter practically devouring each other’s mouths was incredibly arousing.

Peter’s hand cupped your breasts squeezing the flesh softly pulling soft barely audible moans from you. Peter laid you down on the bed and kissed down your body softly looking sensually at the camera. You arched your back and pointed your toes for effect but that didn’t take away from how Peter’s lips felt so good against your burning skin.

“Hey Stevie,” Peter practically purred.

“Why don’t you start recording and come help me please our little princess,” Peter’s words made your skin break into chills.

Steve practically skipped to the bed after pressing record and you made little grabby hands to pull him into a kiss. He came over your head and pressed his lips against yours placing his hand on your breast while Peter’s resting on your other one. Your lips tasted so sweet and they felt so velvety Steve could spend eternity against your lips and not complain.

“Fucking hell, so pretty,” Steve whispered.

Peter’s one goddamn lucky kid, he thought.

He lifted you by your shoulders and sat behind you as Peter continued to kiss down your legs pulling your panties down your legs. Steve rubbed your arms softly before circling your waist and nuzzling his face in your neck.

As Steve pressed kisses to your neck Peter pressed kisses to your inner thighs and you could do was breathe heavily and indulge in the attention. Peter slowly licked from the bottom of your entrance grazing your clit with his tongue and you tossed your head back on Steve fluttering your eyes closed. Steve’s hand moved up to wrap firmly around your throat and nibbled on your ear.

“Look at him baby girl. I want you to look at him as he makes you fall apart,” Steve said, his voice laced with lust and domination making you whimper pathetically.

“You sound so fucking pretty for daddy, don’t you,” Steve spoke smoothly; you hadn’t thought of him much of a talker, let alone any other kinks and honestly it make your knees weak.

Peter on the other hand, was having way too much fun. He brought his fingers and circled them teasing you just a bit. You always made the prettiest whines when he did and he knew your viewers loved it too.

Painstakingly slow, he pumped his fingers in and out of you and sucked harshly on your clit making you squirm and wiggle under him. It took him a while but he realized your moans and cries sounded muffled and when he flashed his eyes open he saw Steve’s thick fingers in your mouth as you sucked on them lewdly.

Your eyes were still trained on Peter and he moaned against your core; the vibrations stimulating you more, tightening your muscles and tears brimming your eyes. Your toes curled and your legs squeezed Peter’s head but he didn’t stop his assault on your core. Your legs started shaking and you could hear Steve’s dark chuckled low in your ear. He took his fingers out from your mouth and you practically screamed from the overstimulation. You pushed Peter off you, tears falling down your cheeks. There was a prominent wet spot left on the silk red sheets and Peter’s chin and mouth were covered in your arousal.

“Come here, handsome,” Steve reached for the back of Peter’s neck and kissed him sloppily, tasting you on his lips; both moaning in arousal. You could feel Steve’s sizable erection poking your back firmly as you stared up to the boys who kissed beautifully. You felt yourself calm down a bit and Peter and Steve pulled away before Peter attached his lips to yours.

“Holy shit,” you said, making the boys chuckle breathlessly.

“You did good, baby. But I think you can do more yeah? You gonna be a good girl for daddy?”

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“Yes, what?” Peter said, pulling your bottom lip from your teeth with his thumb.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

You leaned forward again pressing a brief and chaste kiss to your boyfriend. You rubbed your hands all over his chest and whined like a brat before you felt Steve’s hand strike your cheek suddenly. You and Peter never dove into the spanking territory so it caught both of you by surprise; a good surprise though.

“Hey Petey, you gonna let daddy fuck your little girlfriend? I’m dying to feel how good this pussy feels.”

“She’s perfect,” Peter said looking lovingly into your eyes. You smiled shyly at him and felt yourself grow bashful at the compliment. You peered behind you quickly shooting Steve a wink before you wiggled your ass. Steve chuckled, smacking your ass playfully making you gasp before giggling.

He pushed his boxers down and gripped his aching cock desperate for attention. You felt his tip brushing against your hole and you whimpered clenching around nothing. You scratched your nails over Peter’s abs, digging harshly when Steve pushed himself past your folds.

Although Peter was already big and you loved it so very much, Steve did feel substantially bigger; almost too much. You hissed, breathing sharply through gritted teeth and Steve rubbed his hands gently over your back. Peter also soothed you pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and whispering praises.

“You’re taking him so well baby.”

“Such a pretty girl, aren’t cha.”

“You look so fucking sexy, princess.”

“Fuck,” you cried.

You practically clawed at Peter’s boxers pulling his dick out. You wrapped your hand around it and pumped up and down his shaft pulling quiet grunts and sighs of pleasure. You leaned down finally wrapping your lips around the tip of Peter’s aching cock making toss his head back in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re sucking my cock so good baby,” Peter rubbed your head softly.

You moaned softly around him resting your hands on his thighs. Steve continued his languid thrusts in you pulling soft moans from you that stimulated Peter even more bringing him closer to his release. Steve’s pace sped up little by little until his thrusts became sloppy and wild practically jostling you around like a rag doll.

“Holy shit, Pete. Your girl feels amazing.”

“She really does; my little angel,” your stomach fluttered at the compliments.

“She’s so warm, and wet. God, such a perfect little pussy,” Steve smacked your ass making you shudder under his touch and moaned around Peter’s dick.

Peter’s legs began to shake and not long after you felt the hot ribbons of cum spurting down your throat. You released his dick with a pop before pressing lights kisses to Peter’s tip and down his shaft to his hips. You look seductively at Peter who carried a blissed expression but your own expression didn’t last long.

Steve grabbed your hair harshly pulling you up flush against his front. Peter chased you, standing to his knees in front you pressing kisses and nipping at the skin along your collarbones. He snaked his hand down and swiftly circled your clit making you scream.

“Fuck!”

Sweat lined your forehead lightly and you breathed unbelievably heavily; whimpering pathetically in both their arms. Steve groaned lowly in your ear, chasing his orgasm as yours approached quickly too. He whispered obscene things in your that only you and Peter could hear, almost like he wanted that to be your little dirty secret.

Eventually, your body spasmed between two bodies and you damned near screamed in pleasure. Stars clouded your vision and your eyes rolled back from euphoria. Your back arched pressed your hardened nipples against Peter's chest.

“Come on, princess; one more,” Steve grumbled. He quickly tore his boxers off his body as did Peter hardly giving you time to recover from your shattering high.

“I can’t,” you whimpered.

“Yes, you can, pretty girl. I know you can. You’ve been doing such a good job for me and Stevie,” Peter soothed.

Your knees rested on either side of Steve thighs; your back against his chest as you faced Peter. Steve pumped his cock quickly circled it around your tight hole making you shiver with anticipation. Peter wedged his legs between yours and Steve somehow before lining his own dick with your folds.

You felt Steve’s hands resting on your hips and Peter’s on your waist right above Steve’s. They peppered skins and whispered praises to you waiting for you to give them some kind of signal that you were ready.

This was completely new territory to you and you didn’t really prepare much prior to now. You steady your breathing and relaxed against the bodies that pressed softly against you. You briefly nodded your head and Peter pushed himself into you knowing you could at least handle him like you have hundreds of times before.

This was of course very familiar to you. You and Peter had sex many, many times and you love the familiar feeling. His cock stretching you out just right, the pressure already building with how big he was. But when it was Steve’s turn, your body instinctively tensed.

“Relax, princess. I gotcha, I’m gonna make you feel so good,” Steve nibbled on your ear.

“I know,” you bit your lip.

Peter pressed his forehead against yours and whispered softly so only you and Steve could hear his voice.

“You can always tap out and we’ll edit the video, ok? Your comfort and pleasure is most important to us.”

“Yes, I’d hate myself if I were to hurt you,” Steve whispered too.

“Ok, I’m ok.”

Steve undid your bra that you still wore and Peter tossed to the side. Steve kissed between your shoulder blades cupping your breasts from behind; he played with your nipples, pinching and twisting your perked buds. He gathered the slick that oozed from you and his own precum circling your puckered hole. He slowly pushed in making you gasp and hiss sharply. Peter kissed you softly and as Steve slowly bottomed out.

The two boys stayed still as you adjusted to the extremely new feeling. Your stomach fluttered from nerves but also arousal. You eventually couldn't take the stillness and whimpered, begging for someone to move.

Steve and Peter moved in rhythm with one another and you moaned loudly feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. Your bit your lip harshly; probably enough to draw blood. You were beginning to feel tired at this point but the pleasure building in your stomach felt like none other.

“Feel so fucking good, princess. So tight,” Steve mumbled.

“Feels so good, daddy,” you moaned.

“Yeah? You like daddy’s cock fucking that tight hole?” Peter mocked.

“Yes! Ugh!” you cried out.

“How she feel, Steve?” Peter asked.

“Fucking perfect,” he breathed out. Steve leaned over your shoulder to press his lips briefly to Peter and you watched closely with pure adoration for the boys. That quickly subsided when Steve and Peter shifted your hips slightly hitting new angles making you moan loudly again.

You moved like a ragdoll becoming exhausted, whimpering and whining. Steve groaned loudly biting your shoulder and Peter crashed his lips against yours. Everything became sloppy and messy. The sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room. The pleasure was too distracting; all three of you forgot about the camera.

“Fucking shit, I’m gonna cum! Fuck!” you squeaked.

“Let go, baby girl. Cum all over Pete’s cock,” Steve practically growled in your ear.

Tears brimmed your eyes and you suddenly became hyper aware of everything at once. The feeling of fours hands rubbing everywhere all over your body just right. Both cocks stretch you perfectly drastically and you feel like you were being split in half. The delicious feeling of both their lips trailing your hot skin. It was all enough to push you, no throw you off the edge.

Your orgasm ripped through you and you shook between their bodies. The boys grunted and with closed eyes rutted their hips in you one last time simultaneously, coating your walls in their hot white cum.

You looked lazily into the camera before smiling tiredly and relaxing completely in the boys’ arms. They breathed against your skin heavily, desperately catching their breaths. You brushed your fingers through Peter’s hair, lightly scratching his scalp. Your other hand traced small shapes into Steve’s hips behind you, bringing goosebumps to his skin.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, Peter removed himself slowly from you and turned the camera off swiftly.

“I think that was a great shot,” he said, tiredly making you and Steve chuckle.

“Take care of our princess; I’m gonna get some things to clean up. And you, just rest. You did so amazing,” Peter kissed you before disappearing into the bathroom.

Steve’s hands ran over your skin softly before carefully lifting your tired body off of him. He moved extremely slowly, extra careful pulling himself out to not hurt you although you hissed from the soreness that was already apparent in your body.

He flipped you delicately so you rested on your back and he pressed soft kisses all over you making you giggle and squirm a bit under him. Peter came out and picked you up bridal style to carry to you to the bathroom where he ran a bath for you; something he always did after a recording. Steve was preparing to leave with a waddle in his step when Peter stopped him.

“Don’t leave before she gets out. Here, help me with the bed and putting things away.”

They quickly put their boxers on and Peter put the camera away, setting it on the desk for later. He ran to the closet as Steve removed the sheets placing them in the laundry basket by the closet. He helped Peter change the sheets to a light color that was a complete contrast to what was there before. It was definitely more fitting for you and Peter though.

You bathed yourself basking in the afterglow of the most amazing sex you’ve ever experienced. If you were being honest with yourself, you really hoped that Peter and Steve would be up to the idea of doing this again, even without a camera or for anyone. You’ve always thought of Steve as a very attractive and amazing person; someone that you and Peter often gushed over together.

You couldn’t bother to think about it anymore as the tiredness was becoming too much; unable to think much about anything but a comfy warm bed. You struggled to get yourself out from the tub wary that Peter would scold for doing so but whatever. You wrapped yourself in a warm robe that Peter left for you and walked slowly to the doorway watching Peter and Steve practically giggling like teenagers as they changed the sheets.

“I thought I told you you were supposed to wait for me to help you. What if you got hurt getting out? You could’ve slipped.”

“I’m sorry,” you pouted, walking over to Peter who just couldn’t be mad at you.

“You ready to sleep baby?” he asked you, and you nodded.

You undid your robe opting to stay nude tonight. You noticed Steve wasn’t joining you in bed and seemed like he felt out of place.

“You want to stay here tonight?”

“I don’t want disturb-”

“You’re not,” you interrupted, making grabby hands at him. He smiled softly before climbing in bed with you and you snuggled between both of your boys.

“Thank you, Stevie,” you pressed your lips to his before finally shutting your tired eyes.

Steve and Peter held you closely between them tracing patterns onto your silky skin. Steve kept his eyes trained to the ceiling and he could tell that Peter wasn’t asleep yet.

“So, when’s the video gonna come out?” he asked quietly.

“Well, usually we take the night to recover but after just now we might need a couple days,” Peter chuckled as did Steve.

“But then, we’ll edit the pictures all week and the video or videos. And after a couple weeks of promotion and letting people know about the upcoming release, we publish and let the money rack up. If you want we can give you fifty of the profit we make from this. It really means a lot that you did this for us,” Peter turned to look at Steve.

“It’s nothing. Was something I wanted to try being in this new century and all; you guys gave me the perfect opportunity and wouldn’t have trusted anyone else,” Steve said sincerely.

“You know, we wouldn’t say no if you wanted to keep doing this. Without the camera, you know?” Peter said shyly.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude on your guys’ relationship. Besides, I’m an old man. You guys don’t want that,” Steve chuckled.

“Nothing about what we just did says old man; you’re far from that. And like you said it's the new century, but if it’s not something you want we respect that.”

“And if it is?”

“Well, then we can talk tomorrow morning; I’m more than sure this one isn’t gonna mind not one bit. She never stops talking about you, granted neither do I but-”

“You two talk about me?” Steve smirked.

“Uh- maybe once or twice,” Peter stuttered, suddenly feeling shy.

“What do you two talk about?” Steve teased.

“Fuck off, man,” Peter defended making him chuckle.

“Goodnight, Peter,” Steve said, reaching over to intertwine his fingers with Peter’s.

“Goodnight, Steve.”

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Diabolik Lovers DARK FATE ー Yuma Ecstasy [02]

ー The scene starts in the garden of the Sakamaki castle

Yui: Sorry for the wait, Yuma-kun.

Yuma: Oh, there ya are.

‘Kay, time to help me plough the field. Your hoe is...this one.

Yui: Sure. Thanks.

( Seems like Yuma-kun made his own little vegetable garden in the castle’s garden because he had too much free time on his hands. )

( I guess Yuma-kun never changes, no matter where he goes. )

Yuma: I’ll handle things over here, so that side is yers, ‘kay?

Yui: Gotcha.

ー Yui walks away

Yui: ( ...Wow, I’ve never seen this type of weed. The native plants here are so strange. )

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah!

( A-A bug...!? )

Yuma: Aah? What’s wrong?

Yui: T-There’s a bug over there...

Yuma: Haah? Don’t be shittin’ yer pants over some bug. You’ve seen plenty of those when workin’ with me in the field back home, remember?

Yui: B-But...It kind of has a weird shape...

( Are even the bugs creepy in the Demon World? Uu, I’m scared... )

Yuma: God...Whatever. Just go and take a seat over there then.

Yui: ( What should I do...? )

Selection

→ Do your best to help out (S)

Yui: ...I’ll try and do whatever I can.

Heave-ho...Wah?

Yuma: Pfft...What’s with that movement? Are ya tryin’ to dance or somethin’?

Yui: The soil is just too hard...There!

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Ah, it landed more to the side... )

Yuma: Hah...There should be a limit on how clumsy one can be.

→ Focus on cheering him on (M)

Yui: ( He’s trying to look out for me, so I suppose I’ll do as he says. )

I suppose I’ll take you up on your offer then...

Yuma: Sure.

*Thud*

Yuma: ...Oi.

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: At least strike up a conversation or somethin’. It’s distractin’ when you’re just watchin’ me work.

Yui: Um...I’ll cheer you on then!

Yuma: Haah? Cheer me on?

Yui: Yeah! Yuma-kun, break a leg!

Yuma: Haah...If anythin’, I lost my motivation.

Yui: ( No way... )

Yuma: Che...Guess it can’t be helped. Come on, get yer ass over here!

ー Yuma pulls her close

*Rustle*

Yui: Kyah...

( H-He’s pressed up against my back... )

( What to do? It’s as if he’s hugging me from behind, my heart is racing... )

Yuma: ‘Kay, let’s start with how to handle this bad boy.

Yui: H-Hold up, handle...?

Yuma: Aah? I’m talkin’ ‘bout the hoe, duh.

If I just let ya do yer own thing, we’ll be here till mornin’, so I’ll make sure to walk ya through the whole process.

Come on, start by holdin’ the hoe with me.

Yui: O-Okay...

( He’s talking right by my ear, so his breath tickles my skin... )

Yuma: Listen...How do you plan to plough the field when you’re holdin’ it like that!?

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Wah! Don’t move all of a sudden!

Yuma: Wait! Who asked ya to lift the damn thing as well!?

Yui: You pushed too hard...

Yuma: Haah? How else am I supposed to get the job done?

God, if I go at yer pace, imma be tired before I finish ploughin’ the field...

Yui: ...I’m sorry for not being usefull.

Yuma: Aah? I never said that, did I?

But well, if you’re feelin’ guilty, then why not try and make yerself useful some other way?

Yui: Some other way...?

Yuma: Isn’t that obvious? Nn.

ー Yuma suddenly bites her

Yui: ...Ah...

( I-I didn’t expect he’d suddenly sink his fangs in my nape... )

Yuma: Gotta make sure I eat well while I’m doin’ hard labor... Imma take a generous amount of yer blood, okay?

Hah...Nn...Ah...

Yui: Nn...Haah...

( Oh no...My head is spinning... )

Yuma: Hah...You’re basically askin’ me to have more by fallin’ into my arms like this, right?

Yui: No...!

Yuma: Sure? I’ll grant yer wish. Nn...Haah...Nnh.

Yui: No...Stop...

Yuma: ...Haah, nothin’ gets rid of my fatigue like yer blood does...

Ya better show up tomorrow as well, ‘kay?

Yui: ( I don’t think my body will last if he’ll do this every time we work in the field... )

( I better try my best to be more helpful from here on out... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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butwhatifidothis · 3 years

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While I understand why nilsh keeps anon off, I hope this gets to him. Capn’ straight up lied about VW’s ending, so of course he botched the meaning. Capn’ wrote that Byleth picks up Claude, symbolizing Byleth supporting Claude. Except that Claude stood up on his own and met Byleth halfway. The two shake hands as equals.

@nilsh13, if you're interested lol

Nonnie's referring to this part of the whole "isn't it so emotionally resonant when you slaughtered a grieving woman with her mother's mutilated remains with the racist warmonger who wanted said woman and all her remaining family dead" post:

Now-look at the body language and role Byleth plays in all other route endings. Byleth is there to provide Dimitri emotional support, pick up Claude, and cradle Rhea. Byleth is valuable to these characters, but ultimately he/she is the “Enlightened One” who supports their goals and makes them possible. Here, it is Edelgard who physically supports Byleth. The relationship between them is one of mutual support, where Edelgard allowed Byleth to express his/her individuality for the first time, and Byleth’s trust allows Edelgard to be vulnerable and express her best qualities.

Now this... this is some ass. Pay attention Claude/Ieth shippers, I'm bout to dig into my roots and explain why (I personally think) Claude's relationship with Byleth is the best of the three lords.

As nonnie said, Byleth does not pick up Claude; Claude picks himself up and shakes the outreached hand of Byleth, both of them muddied up from the fight against Nemesis, standing as equals. Byleth and Claude have just finished teaming up against and successfully taking down the greatest threat of all of Fodlan and the root cause of everything that went wrong in Fodlan's history. They both stand together as the new dawn of Fodlan lights up their mutually smiling faces.

It's. Right fuckin' there. The datamine might not have the sound but like. You don't need it. You can see it. Even if the datamine booted out the subtitles, you can very clearly see everything I just described objectively happen. There's no room for subtext or differing interpretations. Claude doesn't need Byleth's help in getting up. You. See. It. Happen. At the very best, one can say that Cap'n just forgot, but it genuinely looks like he's straight up lying about how the ending happened.

But you know what, fuck it, imma go even further than that. Byleth and Edelgard's relationship is one of mutual support? Tell me, is that why Byleth lets Claude read Jeralt's diary? Is that why Byleth tells Claude - and no one else outside of the Lettuce Fam and Jeralt - about Sothis living in their head, in pre ts no less? Is that why Byleth is mentioned being more expressive by Claude post ts? Is that why Claude can tell Byleth is telling the truth - can know what their "lying face" is - in their reunion scene? Is that why Byleth is smiling about the war being done with Claude? Is that why Byleth feels comfortable poking fun at Claude, and why Claude doesn't mind it when/if they do? Because it's Byleth and Edelgard that are uniquely mutually supportive of each other?

Byleth being with Claude is one of the exceedingly rare times Byleth almost feels like an actual character, because they actively engage with the character they're with when it's Claude. They share personal details about themselves the same as Claude shares personal details about himself, they joke with each other, Byleth's expressiveness is notably heightened with Claude and Claude is said to genuinely smile when around Byleth, all in a way that doesn't make it feel as though they need each other to be able to do this; they just click pretty well naturally. It's one of Byleth's more genuine relationships just because there's little to no real player pandering nor are characters killed off to make room for Byleth.

And also, "Byleth is valuable to these characters, but ultimately he/she is the “Enlightened One” who supports their goals and makes them possible," how is that any different with Edelgard? She literally never wins if Byleth doesn't side with her, same as the others (barring Claude and Rhea in AM).

And gotta laugh at "allows Byleth to express their individuality," is that why she gets mad just about every time Byleth hypothetically disagrees with her? Why something as innocuous as not thinking the Black Eagle Strike Force is a good name makes you full on lose support points with her? Why she pulls rank on Byleth when they try to poke fun at her? Why they're described as "detached" by Edelgard, and why she can't tell if they have emotions? Why she can't tell if Byleth is telling her the truth in their reunion scene? Why the last image of CF is Byleth's dull, dead stare? Because individuality is something Edelgard invokes in Byleth so much?

Like, I'm sorry, but if you have straight up lie about one of the endings to try and make your shit ship look better, you're already off to a horrible start. Factoring in how much more mutually healthy a relationship Byleth has with Claude than with Edelgard on top of that? Cap'n had no chance lmao, it's no wonder he makes shit up about VW's ending and leaves out Edelgard needing Byleth to "support her goals and make them possible"

#ask #anon #o captain my captain #anti edelgard #anti-edelgard #edelgard discourse #edelgard critical #just to be safe #Sorry Dimi/Ieth but I can never get over the fact that Dimitri's already existing support system is ignored/killed off in favor of Byleth #like is Byleth were anyone else but the player character I probably wouldn't mind but omg #*if #ANYWAY yeah Claude's relationship with Byleth is waaaaay more mutually supportive than Edelgard's lmao #like by a country mile #what is WITH Cap'n gettin' small things wrong in order to make Edelgard look better?? like how do you fuck this up it's RIGHT THERE #sorry to also kinda dunk on Dimi/Ieth it's a fine ship I just don't like it that much personally lol

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nightswithkookmin · 3 years

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Sungwoon has a Chimmy keyboard and he just posted Jimin's card with the caption "Handsome"... you manifesting this by any chance?

Sungwoon seems to be coming for JKs man, and let's be honest... Taehyung ain't shy lately either... what is going on?!?

This feels like the old days when Taemin was whisking Jimin away for private chats!!

The Jimin effect is in Full Force in 2021! JK better act right and post for his mans birthday... or those phantom ships might get some kind behind their sails...

Oohh those two look soooo shippable...

*Puts them in my shipping chart* 🤣🤣🤣

I was a bit salty he said handsome not pretty but I can let it slide. I don't need him to be gay or attracted to Jimin to ship him with my bias😊 hashtag Soulmates.

Hashtag Vmin who????

Hashtag Don't know em.

Besides, only Jungkook gay ass calls him pretty out here anyway🙄

The actual gay in this man🙄

Imma pray for this sinner🤧

Really I don't know how you can look at that photo of Jimin and think 'handsome.'

seems like someone is scared to admit certain things outloud to himself or is just being plain delulu

Sir, calling him pretty won't make you gay don't worry. He's a pretty boy. Say it🤭

And I don't know how these people keep consistently showing up for Jimin when he's busy out here renouncing them left right center any chance he gets talking bout BTS are/is his only friends. Come now. Are y'all really besties or we using him for clout and feeding our delulu shippers hm??💀💀

Tell the truth and shame the devil🤺

If not someone really needs to love themselves 💀💀💀

As a TaeKaiSungwoonminer- or whatever their ship is called- I take offense at that😤

Tae don't do that to his friendship groups😥

He out here shouting them out and featuring in their projects and loving on their families while Jimin is doing the bare minimum for y'all and yet y'all still claiming him. The hold this man has on y'all is astonishing.

It's the same hold Jk has on Jimin and his stans. Couldn't be me🤧

I demand equal rights for all Jimin's ships and friends.

His BTS| Jikook favoritism is absurd😐

Anywho chilee I'm in Troye Sivan's camp for now. Jikook and Vmin can come find me if they want me to ship them after the 13th😊

It's the shameless bottoms in the comments who want to bump bussies with him for me🤣🤣🤣

At this point they might as well just admit they are all lesbians😭😭😭😭😭😭

Oh Holland's camp is great too!

Lil nas is killing it as usual😏

Kehlani too. Shout out to sis🤤

youtube

Sis don exposed all of us with this song but we not mad at it.

The gays are representing🤭

Like just be gay, show up gay, do the gay and let us support you. You gotta be part of the community some how. You gotta be proactively gay if you know what I mean.

What's with all the under the radar stuff😒

I'm tired of stanning the bare minimums😫

Go out or go home.

How are you gonna make an entire gay song, not feature gay artists, not feature any gay couples, not wave with pride, go on interviews and claim you paying homage to the biggest gay star on planet earth, call permission to dance fruity, say My Universe is for the gays, yet keep the gay in the subtext and the straight in text- I will never forget that kiss. NEVER. I'm petty like that.

Until they give the same visibility to two queer couples kissing, flirting and groping eachother homoerotically I'm holding a grudge.

NO. BTS GROPING EACHOTHER DON'T COUNT. I SWEAR TO GOD.

And every time someone misses a member's birthday and is about to miss a member's birthday I'm gonna bring it up and act out😊

I'll be on strike till after Jimin's birthday...

Unless Jimin want to do a live and talk about his feelings to keep me distracted 👀

A vmin live or Jin solo vlive won't be bad too.

Since certain members in BTS are growing and becoming independent of Army I need to love myself too🤡

FREEDOM FREEDOM WHERE ARE YOU

I NEED FREEDOM TOO

Sing it with me

Signed,

Dark Goldy

Rogue shipper extraordinaire

Please support LGBTQ artists

They are actually cool and Talented too

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violetwolfraven · 4 years

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Hey! I have a couple requests from the prompt thing but imma send them in separately. 46 for Sprace (the having to tell Jack about their relationship one) in canon era please? I love Jack as everyone's older brother it is literally the best thing ever. Maybe he realizes Race keeps going over to Brooklyn and then is super worried and overthinking what he's doing over there so they end up having to explain? Thank you!

Tentatively trying this cause I’m not sure if my writing senses are back yet so if it comes out shitty I apologize.

I’ve actually done this exact prompt twice already with 2 other angles! So here goes Jack finding out about sprace, take 3.

Tw: anxiety.

...

Jack wasn’t stupid, and though running a borough and a union wasn’t exactly easy, he wasn’t so busy that he didn’t notice when one of his kids went missing.

There was a reason Jack was never first in line at the distribution center, and it wasn’t (only) so that Weasel and the Delanceys were already good and annoyed, courtesy of his friends, by the time he got up there.

It was mostly because the extra time from being a few back in the line was good for taking a headcount, making sure everyone who’d left the Lodging House was still there before anyone left to go to their selling spots. Making sure the older boys that were assigned Littles to look after had those Littles with them. Checking for limps or coughs that he hadn’t had time to notice on the way out the door.

It was the same when he checked around every night, making sure everyone was in their beds and checking on anyone who’d seemed sad that day. It was taking care of his friends, because Jack was the oldest and God knew nobody else was taking care of them.

Hell, he called them friends, but they were really more like family. The only family he remembered besides a few vague memories of a mother who’d died when he was young and a father who’d never exactly been a good one. And some of them had been around longer than others, but...

The ones who’d been around the longest, who’d showed up around the same time, when Jack was 7 and they were 6 and 5, respectively, were Crutchie and Race. His brothers even more than the others were. His most trusted friends. His seconds who would one day take over Manhattan when he left.

Jack had been watching over them the longest, so of course he still paid special attention to those two, keeping them close and safe. Even if they could take care of themselves and there were others who objectively needed him more, of course Jack still noticed when they had bad days. He did know them better than practically anyone, after all.

So of course he noticed when one of them started acting weird.

Race always sold in Brooklyn. He had since they were like... 11 and 9, ever since he struck up that deal with a girl who let him sell at Sheepshead. And he always made so much that nobody could tell him to come back and sell in Manhattan.

He always came home right after selling hours ended. And even though Brooklyn was a rougher neighborhood, he always came home safe.

Which was why it was so weird how he turned 15 and a few months later he just suddenly stopped coming home right after selling time, barely making it back before dark, some nights.

And yeah, wanting to take some space and time away from home was a normal teenage thing to do, as far as Jack knew—he’d never gotten the option to do that, being in charge of keeping his kids alive since he was 14—but he was starting to worry that something was seriously wrong, with how Race came back flustered and clearly hiding something.

Then the strike happened, and...

Well, if Race came back late before, it was nothing compared to how he started coming home after dark, barely before midnight, or even staying in Brooklyn overnight, a couple times.

Jack was preoccupied with the rest of the borough, with Katherine as they got caught up in the euphoria of the action and then Sarah as he tried to rebound from getting dumped and then Davey as he finally figured out his own heart, but he still wasn’t so distracted that he didn’t notice one of his seconds staying out all night.

Race wouldn’t tell him why, no matter how much he tried to seem reassuring and supportive of whatever it was. It was like he didn’t trust Jack anymore.

And... and that was fair. Jack had let him down during the strike by making him feel abandoned and betrayed—making all his kids feel that way—but it had seemed to blow over with the others after he explained that he didn’t scab for the money, so why not with Race? What was different that would make him not trust Jack when the others did?

The fear kept creeping in that whatever it was was going to make Race switch boroughs. He was spending an awful lot of time in Brooklyn, and he was hiding something from Jack for practically the first time since they’d met.

Davey told him not to worry, told him it wasn’t as serious as that, but Jack knew Race better.

And plus, Crutchie was worried, too. He told Jack that one night on the fire escape, after they watched Race ‘sneak’ into the house late for the 5th time that month. That it was weird he was spending so much time in Brooklyn and wouldn’t tell either of them why.

What was equally weird was how Albert usually wasn’t considered trustworthy as a secret keeper and yet he wouldn’t tell this one of Race’s despite the fact that he clearly knew. That meant that Race really wanted it kept a secret. It was suspicious.

Which was why Jack was doing something he didn’t do that often; doing something after Davey specifically told him it was a bad idea and not to do it.

The thing was, when a kid who was essentially your little brother kept coming home late, acting distant, and wouldn’t tell you why, you had to take steps. Which was why Jack was following Race to Brooklyn today, from enough of a distance that he hadn’t noticed yet.

He was heading to Sheepshead like he always did, and as Jack watched him throughout the day, he was just selling like any other newsie and placing bets like... well, like Race.

It seemed like there was no reason why he would be staying out late, so why was he..?

By a few hours to the end of the day he’d sold most of his papers already, so it wasn’t exactly a surprise that he was heading under the stands for a break, but...

It started to get suspicious after he’d stayed down there for 20 minutes.

Naturally, Jack’s anxieties popped up again, wondering what if he’s hurt and he’s hiding it what if he’s in trouble what if he’s talking to a Brooklyn kid about switching boroughs and he snuck down to where he knew Race usually hung out, staying quiet as he could and feeling stupid but still also feeling the need to go keep following.

Given that he trusted Race despite his insecurities, Jack wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find.

But whatever he was expecting, it definitely was not Race sitting against a stable wall, holding hands and trading lazy, carefree kisses with the King of Brooklyn like they didn’t care about the law or the summer heat or... anything.

It clearly wasn’t the first time and everything made sense now.

Neither of them noticed Jack was standing there, which was partially shocking and partially just... Jack didn’t know what. He had no idea what was going on right now and shock was all he was feeling.

He cleared his throat, “So...”

Race and Spot jumped, and one of them yelped as they shoved apart, getting to their feet.

“Jack?”

Race’s voice was an octave higher than usual. Spot had put himself between the two of them, which was... kind of odd to realize he was that protective, but good? Jack was still so confused.

But he knew Race looked scared, and as much as he was trying to hide it, so did Spot. He couldn’t have that.

“Whoa,” Jack put his hands up, “I ain’t tellin’ nobody. Don’t worry.”

“Yeah, cause if ya did, I’d tell everybody ‘bout you and Mouth,” Spot shot back.

“Spot, back off,” Race muttered under his breath, and Jack tried to swallow his panic. He didn’t know how Spot had found out about him and Davey, but it didn’t seem like a good thing that he knew.

Yeah... he really should have listened when Davey told him not to follow Race.

But shockingly, it looked like Spot was backing off. Like he was relaxing under the touch of Race’s hand on his shoulder. That only made Jack feel a little better, but he guessed Spot did have a reason to be defensive. If Jack outed him, it would probably get him killed.

It was dangerous to be queer, period, and it was even more dangerous when you were running the bloodiest borough in New York. And that meant it was dangerous for Race, too, but...

This did explain why he’d been spending so much time over here.

The three of them had already been standing in silence way too long when Race sighed, moving in front of Spot and making eye contact with Jack.

“I’m almost 16, Jack,” he said firmly, “I can do what I want and I don’t care if ya don’t approve. So if you’s got a problem with—“

“No,” Jack said quickly, “No, I... can we head back to Manhattan? Talk on the way?”

Spot tensed up, and the look he and Race exchanged was clearly a question and reassurance. A ‘do you want me to fight for you?’ and ‘no, I can handle this.’

Jack knew those kinds of looks because he’d exchanged similar ones with Davey plenty of times, even before they got together officially.

It was weird to think that if Race had started staying out late because of this, that meant he’d had a fella longer than Jack had, but that was something to have a crisis over another day.

When he turned back to Jack, he nodded, squeezing Spot’s hand before walking over, leading the way back towards home.

They didn’t start talking until they were on the bridge.

“How long?”

Race shrugged, not meeting Jack’s eyes, “A couple months before the strike, we’s had a fight that ended in us makin’ out. So... dependin’ on how ya look at it, since then?”

“What do ya mean, ‘dependin’ on how ya look at it?’”

“Well, at first, it was just physical. Y’know, makin’ out and not talkin’ about it? Then we finally had a real talk right after the strike and got on the same page ‘bout what we wanted and now it’s... more than that.”

As weird as it was to think about, Jack could tell by his tone what he meant by ‘more than that.’

It hurt that Race hadn’t told him, and more that he and Spot were putting themselves in danger just by being together, but...

“You love him, don’t ya?” he asked slowly.

Race tensed up for a second, then stopped walking, leaning against the edge of the bridge and staring out at the water.

“What’d ya say if I did?”

Jack hated the traces of fear the younger boy was trying to hide. He never wanted to make one of his feel that way.

Sure, he didn’t like the idea of Race being in danger, or of anyone being in a position to hurt him, but he and Spot were... well, now that Jack was thinking about it, they made sense in an abstract kind of way. Race could destroy someone in a battle of wits as fast as Spot could in a physical fight. They were both tough and both leaders, though in different ways. Spot hadn’t joined the strike right away out of concern for Brooklyn’s kids. Race had helped start it out of concern for Manhattan’s.

Jack had to admit, even if no one could know about them, they were a hell of a power couple.

“He treats ya right, yeah?” he asked quietly, “And you’s bein’ careful—not gettin’ caught?”

Race nodded, “Yeah, of course. Hotshot knows—Brooklyn’s second—he covers for us if needed. And Spot’d never hurt me. Even when we was just friends, let alone now.”

“Albert knows, too, don’t he?”

“Uh...yeah. And Romeo figured out I was sweet on someone and wouldn’t leave me alone until I told him who it was, so he knows. And Kath walked in on us once.”

Aside from the fact that Jack could not believe Katherine didn’t tell him...

“Maybe you’s shouldn’t make out where people can walk in on ya.”

Race laughed, “That might be smart.”

He got serious again a little too quickly to be as fine as he was pretending be. Jack walking in on them before he was ready to tell had clearly shaken him.

Jack now felt pretty stupid for following him over here. He should‘ve listened to Davey.

“I thought you was thinkin’ about switchin’ boroughs.”

“What? No,” Race said quickly, a little too defensively, “Manhattan’s my home. My family. I wouldn’t just leave. I’m supposed to take over someday—with Crutchie, I mean. I’d never just abandon that.”

“I know,” Jack said, trying to reassure him, “I didn’t think it was you runnin’ from responsibility. I know you’re stronger than me, Racer. I thought... I thought it was cause... cause of me. Cause I let ya down in the strike.”

“Jack...”

He seemed to be struggling for words, but every second where he didn’t say anything made Jack feel worse.

“It was scary,” he admitted finally, “Yeah. I was runnin’ Manhattan alone all sudden-like and that was scary. I didn’t even have Crutchie, and Davey was tryin’ to help but he didn’t know what he was doing. It wasn’t like you always told me it’d be like when I ended up in command and I didn’t understand why—you always seemed like the one who’d stand by the rest of us no matter what. You promised you wouldn’t just leave with no warnin’.”

Jack felt terrible for that. He knew, firsthand, how hard it was having to take a command he never asked for with no warning. He’d had to take over the borough when he was 14, after his mentor died.

He’d never wanted that for Race or Crutchie. He’d always told himself that if he ever actually went to Santa Fe, he wouldn’t leave them hanging like that. He’d give them at least a couple weeks to prepare, ideally transition authority gradually so he could be sure they were ready and they’d be able to take care of the others.

Jack took a deep breath, “I’m so sorry, Racer.”

“There was about to be a ‘but.’”

“Oh. Okay. Go ahead.”

“But,” Race said, “Jack, yeah, you scared me, but... ya told me that night. You did it for Davey. Why’d ya think I actually got the others to help?”

“Cause you knew we needed to win the strike quick before we all starved?” Jack asked, “And Kath’s article was the best chance?”

He shook his head, “No. It was cause blood be damned, you’re my big brother. You’s been there protectin’ me and Crutchie and the others since we was Littles. I already wanted to believe ya had a good reason. I didn’t trust you a ton just then, but I wanted to. And once you explained... I got it. I get it. Cause I’d do the same thing for Spot if I had to.”

By implying that what he and Spot had was like what Jack and Davey had...

Race knew how hard it was for Jack to let down his guard. So he knew what a big deal it was that he did with Davey. He knew they had a connection even beyond the connection Jack had with any of the others.

Jack was glad he’d found that. Someone he could understand and connect with. Even if the idea of it kind of made him uncomfortable.

“I know Spot and me don’t always get along,” he admitted, “But I trust your judgement and I know you can take care of yourself, so... I’m happy for ya, Racer.”

Race smiled a little, “Thanks.”

“Plus,” Jack bumped him gently as they started walking again, “I saw the way he looks at ya. Most people would kill to have someone they love look at them like that.”

“You mean like how Davey looks at you?” Race asked cheekily, bumping him back.

Jack smiled, mostly to himself. Davey was going to enjoy saying ‘I told you so’ when Jack told him he was right that he shouldn’t have worried.

...wait. Davey had seemed 100% sure that Race was fine. And he knew how dumb the younger boy could be, so it was unlikely it was because he trusted Race’s judgement.

“Wait, does Davey know?”

“Uh...” Race laughed awkwardly, “He mighta caught me sneakin’ back into the Lodgin’ House a couple weeks ago. And he gave me that look—y’know the one—where he looks all disappointed? He asked where I was and I panicked and said I was with Spot, so... I didn’t exactly tell him, but he probably guessed?”

“Yeah, cause he ain’t a dumbass.”

It was a little surprising that he hadn’t told Jack even if it was just a guess, but...

“I asked him not to tell ya,” Race admitted, “Or Crutchie. Cause I didn’t know how you’d react. That probably... also clued him in.”

“Oh, Crutchie’s gonna wanna scare the shit out of Spottie boy when he finds out.”

Race laughed kind of nervously, the smile fading from his face pretty quick.

“I ain’t gonna tell him if you don’t want me to,” Jack added quickly, “And he’ll be fine with it when he does find out. He knows you’s can take care of yourself, same as me. He’ll still wanna give Spot a shovel talk, though. Matter of fact, so do I.”

“Well, I knows Spot can handle a shovel talk.”

He was still hesitating, and Jack was tempted to ask what he was so afraid to say.

They were almost back to the Lodging House by the time he did.

“You’s really okay with this?” he asked, “Me and Spot? You ain’t gonna freak out?”

Jack threw an arm around his little brother, “Race, long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”

#newsies #sprace #javid #jack kelly #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #crutchie morris #davey jacobs #anxiety tw #violet’s writing

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plasmavamp · 3 years

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16 :3 🖤 for your boys

hallo o:

you didn’t specify which boys so imma just answer for the three of them hehe

16. Does one have an interest the other think is weird but wants to listen to it regardless?

HMMM i wouldn’t call their specificTM interests weird but probably definitely Odd but interesting enough to listen to lol

Nas goes on work-related tangents, specifically the environment and various biology, flora/fauna and the like. It’s only “odd” to Caleb and Morgyn because Nas just goes on using terminology that only he really understands, but it’s cute to watch him get so passionate about what he does as a career ^^

Morgyn literally goes on random bouts of open discussion on What Is The Best Lotion Scent, and there is no right or wrong answer because they express their Top Three for every season, holiday, occasion, etc. It’s not...boring...but Caleb and Nas just watch with glazed-over eyes (but they make it interesting) as they just go off about Bath and Body WorksTM Lotion lmfao. This usually strikes up a braincell of inspiration for Morgyn so they usually cut off with a squirrel and go see if they can somehow merge their favorite scent or something in their cauldron lmfao

Whatever you do—do Not let Caleb get passionate about food. He might be a vampire who doesn’t eat, but he is a pure-blooded Italian with many culinary degrees under his belt with a love for food, and will literally school you on everything you need to know about the art of a kitchen lololol

#answered #nonsims #cargynas

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writings-of-time80 · 4 years

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How I thought the S2 reunion between Jaskier and Yennefer would go... :)

Beneath the calm facade, the innkeeper knew he was in a problematic situation. He could determine someones wealth the moment they walked through the door --- identify their social status even sooner. This was why his tavern was surprisingly popular, he had never served a bad ale to anyone of influence, no matter how disguised or plainly dressed they were.

The blue-eyed man standing before him hadn’t even bothered with disguise. Two armed men stood on either side of him, their sharp eyes searching the midday crowd. The windows were propped open, and the innkeeper could see two more armed men, clearly also part of the man’s guard, holding seven saddled warhorses outside the stable. If each man rode in on horseback, then that meant there were two armed men unaccounted for, which was unsettling.

“What’s yer business with him, sir?” said the innkeeper gruffly, fighting the feeling of rising dread.

The man’s voice was aristocratically slithering, intense and charismatic.

“Some of his recent composition. When I heard of his stay here, I set out in hope to hear it performed by the bard himself. Nothing sweeter or more sincere than water from its source, so to speak.”

The man eyes became suddenly fixed upon the innkeeper, who couldn’t help but freeze, hypnotized. The charmer had become the cobra. All of a sudden, it was plain this man was very dangerous. Dangerous not only for his charm, power and wealth - but without it. This man was a snake, and he was poised to strike.

It was clear there were to be no questions, now or later. No misdirection. No pretense. There were no words spoken aloud, but there didn’t need to be. The threat was there, and certain absolution.

“You’ll find ‘im in a private room out the back. It's where he sits down to write,” said the innkeeper reluctantly, ashamed of himself despite it all. “Down the hall on the eastern side, last door on your left.”

“Thank-you kindly, inn master,” said the piercing blue eyes.

The man gave a low whistle as he headed toward the back, the guards gave up their intent scanning of the crowd, and smoothly followed. Their focus fixed on the unsuspecting bard at the end of the hall.

(...)

“Oh, those fools in Nilfgaard,

They caught a beloved bard,

Tried to read his mind,

But all they could find

Were dreams of his own vineyard.”

Jaskier tilted his head forward to give the two men sitting by the door considering looks.

“I’d give you boys discounts if you let me go. Huh, Bert? Whaddoya think? Or, maybe you, Harold? Yeah, Imma go with Harold. Harold, you look more like wine guy to me. But, don’t worry I haven’t written you off, Bert, there are many wine enthusiast’s I have mistaken before. You’d receive the viscounts discount, to phrase it poetically.”

Jaskier let out a sudden yelp. Having moved with a bit much enthusiasm, he had jostled his numb arms and sent them into a bout of spasms, his tortured muscles cramping and seizing with white hot agony.

“Fuck!” he gasped. “If one of you could just untie me, I’d fucking give you my fucking vineyard.”

He had barely finished speaking when a distant door burst open with a bang. Jaskier very nearly jumped in fright but somehow fought the urge as the muscles in the back of his neck tightened in warning. Bert and Harold leapt to attention as a heeled footstep rang down the stone corridor.

“You pair of whoreson bastards!” Jaskier shouted.

He took a breath to really let them have it when a strangely familiar, womanly grunt caught his ear. He couldn’t place it for the life of him. He froze, straining to listen. The footsteps were closer now, and they were accompanied by a soft scuffling – and a second pair of footsteps.

“Has he said anything of importance?” came the slithering voice of their leader – the man who had captured him in the first place.

“Nothing, sir,” said Bert.

“How dare you,” Jaskier hissed like an angry cat. "Everything I - "

“Good,” said the handsome voice as if Jaskier hadn’t spoken.

The scent of cloves and warm spices cut through the dank smell of his cell as the blue-eyed snake entered, dragging a smaller figure in behind him. With a vicious tug of her trussed wrists, Yennefer of Vengerberg went sprawling on the damp stone at Jaskier’s feet.

“One of eight sorcerers who survived Sodden Hill. Weak and powerless after burning down Nilfgaardian forces. Yennefer of Vengerberg.”

Yennefer’s violet eyes blazed with fury, still as striking as they were when he last saw them. If looks could kill, this man would be a pile of ashes. The sorceress was dirty, bloody and bruised; dark hair hung in limp strands around her face and her clothes were ruined.

“Yennefer of Vengerberg can’t stand me any more than the plague,” said Jaskier. “She wouldn’t give a rats-arse if you lopped my head off. In fact, she’d probably thank you for it.”

The man’s thin lips pressed together, and his evil eyes fixed on Jaskier.

“Did I not say earlier that I was a fan of your work,” said the man dangerously. “I’ve done my research. I know what and who you write about, bard. There is quite a few verses about a woman with raven hair and violet eyes.”

Jaskier couldn’t hold back his screams as he was kicked brutally in the shin, forcing his arms to bare his bodyweight and every muscle in his body to burn with white hot agony. A iron grip grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look at the man through watering eyes.

“Don’t take me for a fool.”

Dead eyes stared at him, Jaskier caught a glimpse of the rage that was boiling beneath the cold façade. The hand tightened on his jaw. For a terrible moment, Jaskier thought that the man was going to break his jaw. Then the rage was submerged again and Jaskier was roughly pushed away.

The man pulled out a stiletto.

“This blade has been coated in a rare poison. A single drop in a mans mouth can make him pull his own tongue out. I wonder what it will do to a witch,” said the man, jerking Yennefer up by her hair. “I am asking you once more, Jaskier of Oxenfurt. Tell me where Geralt of Rivia has taken Princess Cirilla, the Lion Cub of Cintra.”

He sliced cleanly through Yennefer’s gag.

“Don’t tell him any – AAARGH!”

Yennefer’s scream rent the air and Jaskier’s very soul. The man had just sliced a bloody gash across Yennefer’s face.

“I don’t know where they went! Please! I don’t know anything!” Jaskier begged.

“I can take it!” Yennefer howled.

The man snarled and plunged the blade into Yennefer’s stomach, letting her drop to the floor screaming and writhing with the blade still in her guts.

Jaskier heaved.

Then everything happened so suddenly that Jaskier wondered if he did indeed black out. The screaming stopped. For a moment Jaskier thought Yennefer had died, but when he looked it was like she had never been there at all. Not even a blood stain remained. Then, the smell hit him: lilac and gooseberries.

There was an intense blue flash and a bang like a whip crack. The sound of steel hitting stone and a flash of orange sparks, followed by a whoosh, like that of a sudden wind. A flash of silver, a faraway bellow of pain, and then an orange flame illuminated Yennefer’s face and went out again.

“What the fuck!” wheezed Jaskier. “How are you – “

“Shut up, we’re not safe, yet,” hissed Yennefer, who was dressed in a man’s clothing, but had the same bruises on her face when Jaskier first saw her. “I sent an illusion. But I don’t think I’ve got much power left.”

#the witcher #witcher #writings #season 2 witcher #concept #no ragrets #yennefer #jaskier #yennefer of vengerberg #by the way I was inspired by Yennefers promo pic where it seems like shes captured #yennskier

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pixelatedrose · 3 years

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read this and respond (if you’d like) when you aren’t in the car anymore, i don’t want you to get sick :0 !

you don’t apologize for not be able to write a lot! you didn’t have to answer my ask in the first place but it means a lot to me that you did :) also! i wanna say two things! one, i think i’ve said this before but i really like how you explain things. i’ve tried to learn how to play d&d and i think i’ve got a solid understanding of it, but it’s still hard when people say things like “10 AC”. but i don’t have to worry about that when you explain things cause you sorta dumb it down in a way that doesn’t make me feel dumb.. if that makes sense. two, i love how you showed callahan being healed in your drawing cause it just adds so much more weight to the picture. and i can’t even imagine how that fight was, dancing with death the whole time, that must’ve been so stressful. anyway! that’s about all, but you still have a lot of explaining to do (if you want and when you’re ready) mister >:0 i hope you had a lovely day and you enjoy the rest of your night, love you ro :)) !

1st: dw bout me answerin asks in the car lol I have no fuckin self control sksjshs

2nd: thank you sm m8!!! I know you've mentioned in the past that you don't play d&d or know a ton about it so I try and give little explanations where I can and it's great to hear that I do it in a non-patronizing way

3rd: heheheee okay so imma go into some more detail on the Callahan & Shade training session-

Okay, so.

To understand how we got to this point in time, we have to understand where he was

The party entered the Shadowfell- a mirror plane of existence where everything is contorted and dark and just about everything wants to kill you. This is where we were trying to get to when Callahan first joined the party.

Now Callahan didn't have a full grasp on what the Shadowfell was, really, when he went through the portal. The only one who did was Sylas, and by all the gods did he try to warn us.

Callahan was still so very very unprepared...

The very first fight in the Fell- one of the first battles Callahan has EVER been in in his life- he gets one-shotted by this monster and drops below zero hp.

When you drop below zero hp in d&d, you're Ina state of in between life and death, right on the cusp of either one and a breath's wrong move could send you toppling over the edge. You stay in this state of dying until one of three things happen. 1) you get healed. 2) you succeed three death saves and you stabilize. Or 3) you fail three death saves and you die.

Callahan had succeeded two saves, but he had also failed two. One last roll would have determined his entire fate, and I'm not known for having the best of luck when it comes to dice.

Sylas, our lovely amazing wonderful cleric boy, barely made it in time and slapped Callahan with a healing spell right after the monster died and he regained consciousness.

This...messed him up.

Callahan was absolutely shaken to his core at this very close encounter with death and he did not handle it well.

He got furiously angry, ignoring the fact that it was him that brought him to the Fell, and instead shifting the rage to the rest of the party and blaming them for his being there and, by proxy, his almost dying.

He...said some things...that shouldn't have been said. At least not like that...

And the worst part? It didn't get better. He was fitful and angry and upset at everyone for weeks.

Finally, Haru was done with Callahan's baby-bitchfit and when Callahan snapped at Monty (again), Haru got up and dragged Callahan out into the forest a little ways away from the rest of the party.

And what did he do?

Well he punched him.

Well, more than that. He told Callahan to fight back too. Soon fist-fighting turned into hitting each other with sticks, which turned into Haru having to tackle Callahan to the ground, leaving Cal the perfect opportunity to steal the dagger off his belt and ramming the pommel into his ribs.

Cal would like to say he won that fight. Haru would have something else to say.

After laying there on the ground for a moment, Callahan started to laugh. A sound that Haru had not heard in weeks, and one he didn't know he missed.

Haru explained that he wanted to teach Cal to fight so that what happened with that first monster? Where Cal nearly died?? So that that would never have to happen again.

Something about it- maybe it was something about Haru- calmed Callahan down.

And then it really hit him.

Oh fuck.

I've been a jackass for weeks to literally everyone.

It also started to hit him just how weak he really was in a fight if it ever came down to melee.

So they came back to the party together, Callahan happier than ever with little scrapes and lookin very roughed up (I won't say but the rest of the party did not in fact think they were sparring-)

Callahan apologized to Monty the next morning. The things he said specifically to him were...well...let's just say it hit harder for Monty than the others.

Monty wasn't as quick to forgive and forget. Callahan doesn't blame him.

However, that night Callahan and this new party member- Shade- were on a watch together. Now Shade is a much higher level than everyone else in the party, and is far far more powerful. He's a Hexblade Warlock, but he's also a fallen paladin (or cleric I can't remember) as WELL as a fallen Aasimar (kinda like a fallen angel but watered down). But...also probably a Shadow sorcerer?? Listen Shade is an amalgam of magic and power and idk where all of it comes from-

In any case, Shade is big powerful lad.

Now Cal and Shade are on a watch together, and Shade begins talking about Callahan's magic. He picks up a small opal stone from gauntlets he wears and focuses his magic into it. The opal glows with a black light and swirls with shadows of purple and black. He then hands the opal to Callahan and instructs him to focus his magic like he did.

When he does, the opal changes again, but this time, it swirls with bright, ever-changing array of fantastical colors. A rainbow of things that have never quite been seen before. It's extraordinary.

Shade explains that his own magic is that of the Shadowfell, it's dark and thus his magic is sewn from the shade. And then he explains that he's met other mages- ones with powers of the storm, magic of dragons- but he has never seen someone with magic like Callahan's.

Why?

Well, cause Callahan has pure, unfettered, untained, raw magic inside him.

It's an inferno of unbridled magic and it is completely and utterly entirely untamed. It cannot be controlled and it is as wild as the wind and earth itself. And sometimes, that uncontrollablity lashes out and surges forth, and sometimes things that Callahan doesn't exactly want to happen, happen.

And Callahan listens. And his heart sinks. Uncontrollable? Pure?? Absolute chaotic force of magic??? He can't stand the thought of not having a handle on his magic, because if he can't control it, how the hell is he supposed to use it to protect people??

He expresses this to Shade and the "older" man tells him that he can and should use this to his advantage.

At that moment, Callahan's magic goes wild and he surges. The wooden log they are sitting on, under Callahan's hand it starts to faintly smoke. Callahan doesn't notice, but Shade does. He cuts a small piece of rope and asks Cal to hold it for him. The rope errupts into flames and Callahan drops it in vibrant shock and distress.

Shade calms him down and explains that he can use that. He gets Callahan thinking. Asks how he can use this to help in in battle- he can set things aflame with a touch, for God's sake, what can he do to use that?

And Shade looks at Callahan's small scratches and bruises and scuffs on his clothes and turns and says "I know that look...you've been sparring, haven't you?"

Callahan nods his head. He says that Haru said he'd teach him how to fight, that he wants to- needs to- be stronger.

Shade asks if Callahan would like Shade to help him as well, help him learn how to use his magic to fight.

Callahan says yes.

They start small, Shade borrows Haru's sword in his sleep and gives it to Cal to use. Shade goes through the motions of explaining how he uses his magic to help him wear armor and wield weapons- how he manipulates the pull of power inside him into his blade, into his armor, how he makes them seem lighter and easier to use and wear.

And Callahan follows suit. He goes through the motions of swordplay, focusing and directing his magic into it. And slowly, it seems the blade gets lighter and light in his palm.

After a little while of this, Shade says that he would like to try something to really help Cal in the middle of a real battle. And he summons a demon.

Now, as Shade summons this demon, he explains that he has control over it. That the demon cannot do anything that Shade does not want it to do. The demon is not pleased with this.

In fact, with shadowy chains around its neck and wrists and ankles, it seethes and hisses and spits that it will tear and murder and shred Callahan and Shade to scraps. Shade reassures Callahan that he won't let it kill him. But he asks one last time if Callahan wants to do this.

And with a glance at this horrible creature with blood and murder in its eyes, Callahan's grasp tightens around his borrowed blade and he nods yes.

And so the fight begins.

Callahan uses his magic and filters it into the blade in his hands and tries to strike the beast. He hits it a few times, but the monster keeps hitting Callahan back, and he drops down to 1 hp.

As the demon cackles and pulls back for one final attack, Shade pulls down on the shadowy chains and restrains it. It howls in fury at this.

Shade asks Callahan if he wants to stop, that if he really wants, Shade knows a way to help Callahan keep going.

Callahan, bloody, sliced up, fighting for consciousness and blinking red drops from his eyes, hands on his sword in a white-knuckled grip, the blade digging into the ground as the only thing keeping him upright, looks Shade deep and deadly in the eyes, his goggles hung slightly cracked around his neck. His eyes have a burning flicker to them and with no hesitation to his words, he speaks. "I need to be better."

Shade takes a moment and the faintest ghost of a smile flitters onto his face and he says "That was the right answer." And he begins to heal Callahan with Greater Restoration.

Now, I could be wrong either with what the spell does or what spell he actually cast, but what happened with this spell was this: he could restore an incredible amount of hp to Callahan, but he would TAKE half the hp he restored as damage to himself. So if he healed Cal for 10 points, Shade would take 5.

This first time he ended up healing Callahan all the way back up to full.

And back to the fight they went.

This happened four more times, where Cal dropped below 10 hp and Shade had to stop to heal him for a moment.

Finally, Shade asked Callahan one last thing.

"I can do one more thing to help you learn the movement of battle, but it would mean releasing him. You don't have to do it, but-"

"You're wrong. I do have to- what would that make me if I backed down at the first sight of risk?"

"...you've made a good choice."

With that, Shade released the Demon, who was battered and torn and nearly as destroyed as Callahan himself, if not far far more. And he let out a ravenous cackle, full of craze and bloodlust and victory. And he looked Callahan directly in the eyes and told him "This is where you die!!!"

Four more rounds.

Callahan had messed up his magic once before in the fight and his magic had surged, giving him the ability to teleport short distances for the next minute.

And his magic messed up once again, poisoning a random creature near him. Luckily, it wasn't Shade, but the Demon was immune to poison anyway.

But as Callahan took hits, he dropped below 10 hp again, but there was no more looking to Shade for help anymore.

He took one last swing, a move of the blade that felt more dance-like than any sort of movement to kill, and he cut the demon clean a sunder- a trail of the blade that ran from one shoulder across to the bottom of its boney hip- and the demon let out a croaking, creaking, collapsing gasp of air that could have been mistaken for a strangled last cackle of defiance.

And then it fell over, a position of defeat that Callahan may have been had he not made the surer move.

And Callahan stood above it all.

Alive.

Alive and by his hands alone was his enemy gone.

Alive and by a blade he used with magic in his veins was he that way.

Alive and the victor over a demon.

Shade healed Callahan one last time, nearly collapsing himself from the loss of life energy. He managed to gain some of it back by summoning small imps that he then proceeded to suck the life out of, but it still took a bit of a toll on both of them.

They went back to the party where everyone lay sleeping, none knowing the exchange that had happened that night.

The spoke for a while longer, Shade telling Callahan of his past while casting the mending spell on his destroyed and torn clothes.

Their shift ended and they woke up the next pair for watch and went to bed.

And now did Callahan forget to tell anyone else about what had happened?

Yes absolutely.

Did Haru end up finding out because 1) Callahan had a fresh magical scar on his cheek and 2) Callahan forgot to give Haru back his sword?

Yes absolutely.

Was Haru pissed off that Callahan basically almost died multiple times and go into full protective boyfriend mode after he found out?

Yes absolutely.

Anyway long story time but I hope you liked it ;D

#spooky-scary-bumblebees #Bee!!!#the Weave of Silence #Callahan McBlithe #Shade Walker #ask me things #LISTEN I REALIZE I HAVEN'T BEEN THE BEST AT UPDATING Y'ALL ON THE ONGOINGS OF THE WOS CAMPAIGN #BUT ITS REALLY FUCKING COOL I PROMISE #i mean this is literally something that happened IN THE GAME so yeah I'd say its pretty killer #anyway sorry for the long read but i hope it was worth it !!!

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secret-engima · 5 years

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Please consider, FnF Gladio meeting Reborn post lung-incident. Please, consider.

Ohhhh. Oh boy. OH BOY. Ummm I’m assuming you don’t mean Reborn as a reincarnation because he’s not gonna show up in Fangs and Feathers but hypothetically Imma bout to do a ficlet so buckle up-

Hypothetically Gladio is an adult, a Shield and a brother to Noctis, loyal and protective and FIERCE. Who trained himself to the ground, then pestered Cor for more because he was NEVER failing Noctis again, not in anyway. A Gladio who, when he was eighteen and finally had a motorcycle of his own, ran away to fight Gilgamesh and by the time Xanxus and Cor had busted their way through, found him bloody and tired and TRIUMPHANT, scarred and defiant and VICTORIOUS as Gilgamesh laughed, hollow and inhuman in his shell and presented Gladio with the sword Cor had lost when he tried the same at fifteen.

Hypothetically this Gladio is now 25 and strong and SKILLED, skilled enough to win against the famed, immortal Blademaster at 18, skilled enough to protect his king (he hopes, he prays, he trains because he is never going to fail this duty again, not in any way).

Hypothetically this Gladio has known for years that Noctis is a reincarnation, and that his original name was Tsunayoshi Sawada.

Hypothetically this Gladio, one day, sees his king stumble over air and catches him instinctively, and in the touch is pulled along as he falls through into another world. A parallel version of his past life. And while Noctis looks at the small town around them and pales, pulls his magic in until it’s totally hidden as if AFRAID, Gladio becomes angry. At the strange trip into another world, at Noctis’s reaction. At his FEAR.

They wander town, looking for a way back, and then Gladio hears a louder, more frightened version of the soft “hieeee” Noctis used to say as a child when startled, followed by a smooth, male voice that says, “A mafia boss doesn’t give up, Dame-Tsuna. Get up and do it again.”

Gladio sees Noctis flinch deep and visceral because even if Noctis had loved his tutor for freeing him, for teaching him (for eventually being ... not a father, but the only thing like it Tsuna had, after Reborn realized why Tsuna was so “hopeless” and actually apologized for all the terror he’d put Tsuna through, even if he never completely changed his methods), that is not the voice of his Reborn. For one, that was a man’s voice, not a cursed baby’s, which means things are already wildly different in this world. For another ... that was not the voice of the Reborn who had stood at his side until the end of his life, the one who had retired only when his head of hair was pure silver and his hands slightly shaky from arthritis. The voice that said “Dame-Tsuna” the same way others said “Son”.

This was the voice of Reborn before he cared. Hard and businesslike, borderline cruel as he forced his student to get up and try it again, to do it right this time or else risk being shot, who had forgotten what kindness was and indulged in pranks against the people who should have been in his care without a thought. This was a Reborn who had never been humbled, never seen his “helpless student” stand up to the one thing Reborn was terrified most of and say “No. You Can’t Have Him.”

Noctis does not want to see this Reborn. Doesn’t want to be anywhere near him.

Gladio sees the flinch, the expression of conflicted misery and fear and love and ... puts it together. Puts together the stories Noctis told him as they grew up and grew closer. Of his teacher who he loved, but who he had feared for years because of his too hard methods. Of being fourteen and shot again and again until he lost his ability to flinch at the sound of gunfire. Of being fourteen and forced to crawl to his feet and keep going even when his mouth tasted like copper and it hurt to breathe because Reborn wasn’t satisfied so Do It Again.

Gladio’s sword is out and he’s going for Reborn’s head before he can realize he’s moving.

Reborn, this one younger, this one not a cursed baby, this one who’s title of Arcobaleno is just a fancy label that marks him as one of the Mafia’s Best rather than someone who must carry a cursed artifact, barely ducks in time to avoid being beheaded. His retaliatory gunfire is swatted aside with obvious and open contempt, the sword slashing through sun-enhanced bullets like they were butter and not things powerful enough to rip through tanks. His student screams in fear and Reborn assumes the swordsman is an assassin come for the Vongola Heir, so he tries to lead the man farther away (not too far, in case the man had backup waiting for Reborn to be busy) from his useless student. The man follows easily, something hard and venomous in his gaze and Reborn inwardly scoffs because ah, the employer picked someone with a grudge against Reborn. How quaint.

It stops being quaint when the man launches on the offensive again and Reborn finds himself overwhelmed. Any attack is dodged or swatted aside like a fly, any feint is seen through and matched, the blade moves effortlessly in the man’s hands (Cloud? The sword looks heavy but he handles it like a paperweight), slicing through trees like frost, the shockwaves nearly sending Reborn flying the first time before he compensated. He catches a glint of Red flowing up the blade right before another unnaturally sharp and fast strike and realizes he’s up against a very strong Storm that is COMPLETELY ignoring Tsuna in favor of trying to take off Reborn’s HEAD.

Lovely. Just what he needed. Normally he would delight in this kind of thing, a nice break from trying to get train a useless civilian boy into a half-decent Mafia Boss.

But normally Reborn wouldn’t be giving ground and increasingly alarmed and afraid for his own life. The man just won’t STOP and none of Reborn’s tricks or tactics are working. Not diversions, not a flashbang shot to blind, nothing. He just keeps coming with a snarl on his face and speed that a Storm really shouldn’t have (the man fights like a Cloud, all unfair tanking and speed and power, but he is clearly a Storm in temper, in the red on his blade when his strikes split and devour the earth milliseconds after Reborn dodges.

Normally, Reborn would not be so hard pressed as to MISS the hunched figure that steals over to his student and starts gently talking to him before pressing a hand against the boy’s stomach.

The sudden EXPLOSION of Sky Flames, rippling out over the training ground, the park, the town, heck, probably the entire REGION definitely reclaims Reborn’s attention. His head snaps around to see, has a moment to be stunned by the sight of his student, his Weak Sky, Lazy Sky, Civilian Boy, wreathed in pure, pure amber Flames that make Luce’s look like guttering embers-

“Gladio, stop.” Says the stranger next to his student, eyes flashing from blue to bright red and Reborn feels steel stop just touching his neck, feels the wind of the halted blow send his hat flying, and pales. He’s slipped up for just a moment-

And if that stranger hadn’t spoken, that moment would have cost Reborn his life.

“He’s Reborn,” snarls the Storm, thick and furious and hateful.

“I know,” says the other man, “That’s why I want you to stop.”

The Storm growls feral and angry, pulls his sword away from Reborn’s neck, still ready to defend if Reborn tries to fight again, “He doesn’t deserve it. Any of it,” he spits and Reborn has the distinct impression he is missing something, because this ... doesn’t feel like disgruntled hitmen that want his fame and title.

The stranger near Reborn’s still wreathed-in-flame-student sounds ... sad. Nostalgic, is watching him with eyes that seem to see right through him and into his quietest, deepest parts, “I know,” the man repeats as he calmly helps Reborn’s student stand, “but I can’t help it.” A pause, a flicker of buried, ancient fury and hurt and suddenly the man is right next to the Storm in a flicker of sparks (Mist then? He doesn’t feel like a Mist). Reborn steps cautiously back, opens his mouth to demand answers (who were they, who did they work for, what had they just done to his student to make him for from a guttering Flame to a Sky Flame Reborn is almost getting FLAME DRUNK on right this minute).

He doesn’t see the man move. Just feels a touch on his stomach with gentle fingers.

The world goes grey. Grey and cold and deaf and dumb and blind and the world is spinning and he can’t get his feet under him, can’t keep them under him because he has no ANCHOR to the world, like its all just mist around his ankles. He drops his gun, falls over trying to get it back, curses as he stumbles to his knees because nothing is WORKING and he can’t THINK and what did they do? WHAT DID THEY DO? His Sun Flames are gone-gone-gone and he’s shaking and there is fog in his head and-

“Get up, Dame-Tsuna,” says the stranger softly, “a Mafia Boss doesn’t trip over his own two feet. Get up and do it again.” And it sounds like a quote. It is a quote. It’s him.

Reborn hisses a curse but STILL can't get his gun to stay in his hand long enough for a shot (he’s so cold so cold so cold)

“Stop it! Stop it!” Amber, burning and searing hot, curling around him as his student- as TSUNA leaps in the way, grabs the Mist’s (?) arm and pleads, “Don’t do it to him! He doesn’t deserve it, no one does! No one deserves that! Please!”

The man gently ruffles Tsuna’s hair, “You’re right. No one deserves it. It’s only temporary. It will wear off in just a few more seconds. I just ... wanted him to understand what it was like-”

Something inside Reborn shatters and his Sun Flames rush back, the world rushes back, sound and color, touch and taste and stability, the world stops sliding away from him and the fog clears just in time for him to hear-, “to be a completely Sealed Flame.”

Reborn lunges to his feet again, gun in a shaking but firm hand, mind whirling- “There was a seal on my student,” he hisses. Then he blanches, because this man just- that feeling had been- all this time his student-.

The stranger with the blue eyes shrugs, “Yes,” he says simply. “I removed it. Gladio, come on. I think our ride is here.”

The Storm scoffs but starts following the man away. Reborn takes a step after them, freezes when the sword comes to bear at his neck again, “Who are you?” he hisses, humiliated and humbled and wary for the first time in over a decade, “How did you know all this? What Famiglia are you sworn to?”

The Storm snorts and pulls his blade away, the other man pauses, sighs.

Unfurls his Flame like the rising of the dawn. It stretches and curls, strange and oddly crystalline, forming little shards of amber and blue diamonds in the air, but it’s powerful, it blankets the area, tangling and clicking effortlessly with Tsunayoshi’s almost like-

Almost like they were-

No.

No that was impossible.

Blue eyes are now amber gold as he smiles sadly, “Just a Sky who saw your student and knew what was really wrong.”

“I want your name,” Reborn rasps past the heady feeling of being surrounded by two Sky Flames (identical Sky Flames) that made Luce the Arcobaleno Sky look like a mere spark of fire.

A blink, a near mischievous (tired, bitter, nostalgic, conflicted) look, “We both know you already know my name, Reborn.” He turns away again, one hand tangling with the fingers of his Storm to keep the bear of a man from attacking Reborn again and somehow Reborn knows that there is nothing he can do to stop them from walking away.

Just as they reach the borders of the park and start to round the bend, the Sky lifts a hand in a lazy wave and a flippant, “Chaos, Reborn!” Then they’re around the bend and the crystalline Sky Flame is gone. Vanished from the air like it had never been.

Reborn stares, processing and staggering under the weight of ... everything that just happened. Looks down at his shivering student who leaped to his defense (poor defense, begging defense but still DEFENSE) even though Reborn has done nothing to win any sort of favor.

Even though he’s been pushing a Sky child past the breaking point without even noticing that the boy was sealed and not just weak from inexperience.

He needs a drink.

But first ... “I think that’s enough for today d-. Tsuna. Let’s take you home.”

Ask me in the next life, whispers in his ear over his whiskey late that night.

We both know you already know my name.

He’s Reborn

I know, that’s why I want you to stop.

He doesn’t deserve it. Any of it.

I know, but I can’t help it.

Ask me in the next life.

We both know you already know my name.

Reborn mutters a curse as he slugs back his drink. Buries the knowledge that just tried to behead him with a sword for another day. Or never. Preferably never. He has a training regime to drastically rewrite. And .... possibly. MAYBE. An apology to make to his student in the morning.

...

“You didn’t have to try to kill him, you know.” Noctis murmurs as they lounge in the sunshine of the Citadel garden. Safely returned to their home dimension with a little help from Umbra and Gentiana.

Gladio tightens his arms around his king, letting the smaller man sit in his lap like the cuddly cat his king-brother secretly is, “He deserves it. He hurt you. He hurt you so badly you’re still messed up in an entirely different lifetime.” He made you afraid of me. Even more than I had made you afraid of me. Gladio doesn’t say.

Noctis just sighs like he already knows, then murmurs, “At least I got the Seal off. I always wanted someone to come take the Seal off. Even before I knew what it was.”

Gladio growls and lets the matter slide.

But if they ever wind up back in that dimension, Gladio is going to track down Reborn and kick his tail again. Not kill him, that would upset his king-brother, but smack him around?

Yeah. That sounded good.

#SE asks #anon asks #Secret Engima Rambles #Fangs and Feathers verse #gladiolus amicitia #this ran away like crazy #now my hands hurt #oh well #also noctis stole the scene #but it was that or let gladio kill reborn out of RAGE #and we can't have that

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hamanuelton · 4 years

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my favorite parts of hamilton:

- “I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.”

- every time Leslie Odom Jr. as aaron burr begins another part with “how did a bastard, orphan-“ or like in that same way ‘cause he doesn’t always start it that way but you know what I mean

- the way Leslie Odom Jr. as My Boi Burr™️ says “well, the world got around, they said, ‘this kid is insane, man!’”

- also when Leslie Odom Jr. as A. Burr says

“WHAT’S YOUR NAME, MAN?!”

- “our man saw his future drip-dripping down the drain, a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain”

- “Alexander Hamilton. My name is Alexander Hamilton. And there’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait, just you wait...”

- background “just you wait, just you wait”’s as hammy’s putting on a new jacket and ensemble is praising nyc

- “and me? i’m the damn fool that shot him.”

- “Burr, sir” + the continuation of this all throughout

- “If you talk you’re gonna get shot” / FORESHADOWING WOOOEEEEWOOOOO

- “i’m John Laurens in the place to be”

- Lafayette’s fuckinf accent

- “BRRRAH! BRRAAAH! HERCULES MULLIGAN UP IN IT LOVIN IT”

- “if you stand for nothing, Burr, what’ll you fall for”

- “‘Onarchy?”

- hey, yo, i’m just like my country, i’m young, scrappy, and hungry—

- the way Odom Leslie Jr. as The Hamburrglar™️ says ‘shot’ and they all take a shot

- this ⤵️

- Hammy getting //flustered// about friendship

- WHEN ARE THESE COLONIES GONNA RISE UP

- Angelica’s face when Burr is tryna tell her bout herself and she shows him up and ships him out

- Act 1: 6. Farmer Refuted

- honorable mention: “my dog speaks more eloquently than thee!" "but strangely, your mange is the same." "is he in jersey?”

- King George pouting

- Jonathan Groff’s overarticulation of each syllable as King George is a work of art

- “♪ Da-da-da-dat-da-dat-da-da-da-dai-ah-da! ♪ Da-da-da-da-dai-ah-da! ♪

- “Everybody! —“

- “We keep meeting.”

- “i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory. when’s it gonna get me? in my sleep? seven feet ahead of me?”

- “See, I never thought I’d live past twenty.”

- “this is not a moment, it’s the movement”

- “I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow, for the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow!”

- “dying is easy, young man, living is harder!”

- “i’m being honest. i’m working with a third of what our Congress promised.”

- “you need all the help you can get. i have some friends. Laurens, Mulligan, Marquis de Lafayette, okay, what else?” — “we’ll need some spies on the inside, some king’s men who might let some things slide.”

- “watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother be seated at the right hand of the father.”

- “Martha Washington named her feral tomcat after him” — “That’s true.”

- “Yo, if your marry a sister, you’re rich, son!” — “Is it a question of ‘if’, Burr, or which one?” and then the little ‘hey’ ‘hey’ thing they do gets me every time

- literally the use of yo throughout the production fucking gets me every single fucking time

- “i’m writin’ a letter nightly. now my life gets better, every letter that you write me. — THE PURE UNBRIDLED SENSE OF FORESHADOWING IN “laughin’ at my sister, cuz she wants to form a harem” — ft. “i’m just sayin’, if you really loved me, you would share him!”

- the irony in “Eliza, i don’t have a dollar to my name”, you’ll be on the $10 bill, my man

- top-notch brain

- Angelica TRIED TO TAKE A BITE OF ME

- the way Anthony Ramos as John Laurens says “alright, alright. that’s what i’m talkin’ about!” and also the face that he makes

- hunger-pang frame

- “You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied.” — “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean. You forget yourself.” — “You’re like me. I’m never satisfied.” — “Is that right?” — “I have never been satisfied.” — “My name is Angelica Schuyler.” — “Alexander Hamilton.” — “Where’s your fam’ly from?” — “Unimportant. There’s a million things I haven’t done but just you wait, just you wait...”

- tbh the way ‘Schuyler’ is spelled is oddly satisfying to me

- honestly just the way LMM says Alexander Hamilton+/ my name is Alexander Hamilton, and there’s a million things i haven’t done, ‘just you wait, just you wait...’ throughout the production

- “i’m the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip in new york city is insidious”

- “You are the worst, Burr.”

- Act 1: 12. The Story of Tonight (Reprise)

- “love doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes”

- “love doesn’t discriminate, between the sinners and the saints, it takes and it takes and it takes and we keep living anyway. we rise and we fall and we break and we make our mistakes. and if there’s a reason i’m still alive when everyone who loves me has died—“

- “Chick-a-plao!”

- the way they say ‘raise a glass’ is both elegant and (appropriately) reverent

- “i go back to new york and my apprenticeship” — i shouted MY BOI HERCULES MULLIGAN UP IN IT LOVIN IT DID NOT JUST SAY THAT, IF HE ACTUALLY LEFT AND ISN’T JUST UNDERCOVER OR SOME SHIT IMMA WRITE LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA A STRONGLY WORDED LETTER

- the minute General Charles Les came into the picture i hated him so hard, even though his literal first word was ‘Whee!!!!’, though i can appreciate the sentiment and what LMM was tryna do there

- “Washington cannot be left to his devices indescisive, from crisis to crisis” — sweet baby jesus that alliteration, and jon rua totally pulled it off (i hate General Charles Lee not the person who played him, i can also appreciate the fact that as an actor it takes a lot of talent to be able to make you hate a character so easily, also shoutout to Jonathan Groff as King Georgey-Boy™️, Sydney James Harcourt as james reynolds, and the general way LMM somehow made me fed up/turn on Alexander with the whole scene with him and Maria Reynolds — and not only that but somehow redeemed himself to me which is easier said than done for characters and people alike.. i’ve been hurt too much to play like that.

- Act 1: 15. Ten Duel Commandments

- honorable mention: “if you don’t reach peace, that’s alright. time to get some pistols and a doctor on site. you pay him in advance, you treat him with civility. you have him turn around so he can have deniability.”

- Act 1: 17. That Would Be Enough

- honorable mention: the melody that LMM went with for that turn of phraseis a truly beautiful thing

- “Immigrants:” — “We get the job done.”

- THE FACT THAT MY MAIN MAN HERCULE MULLIGAN WAS ON THE INSIDE NOT ONLY DID I CALL IT BUT DAMN HE REALLY GOT THAT GOOD HOT TRIBUTE HE DESERVED

- “To my brother’s a revolutionary covenant! I’m runnin’ with the sons of liberty and I am lovin’ it! See, that’s what happens when you up against the ruffians. We’re in the shit now, somebody gotta shovel it! Hercules Mulligan, I need no introduction, when you knock me down I get the fuck back up again!”

- Act 1: 21. What Comes Next

- honorable mention: “i’m so blue” — the little squat that Groffsauce does as the light turns blue really got to me

- Act 1: 22. Dear Theodosia

- Leslie Odom Jr.’s voice is so ding dang delightfully airy

- honorable mention: “You have my eyes. You have your mother’s name. When you came into the world, you cried and it broke my heart.”

- Act 1: 23. Non-Stop

- as someone with siblings i can appreciate that they’re bickering like that’s just what they are

- “I was chosen for the constitutional convention! *squeal*”

- “Burr, we studied and we fought and we killed for the notion of a nation we now get to build. For once in your life, take a stand with pride. I don’t understand how you stand to the side.”

- Act 2: 1. What’d I Miss?

- honorable mention: “But the sun comes up and the world still spins.”

- Act 2: 2. Cabinet Battle #1

- honorable mention: “DOIN’ WHATEVER THE HELL IT IS YOU DO IN MONTICELLO!”

- tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

- “Daddy, daddy, look.... My name is Philip. I am a poet. I wrote this poem just to show it. And I just turned nine. You can write rhymes but you can’t write mine.” - “What!” - “I practice French and play piano with my mother.” — “Uh-huh!” — “I have a sister but I want a little brother.” — “Okay!” — “My daddy’s trying to start America’s bank. Un deux trois quatre cinq!” — “Bravo!” — “Hey, our kid is pretty great.”

- as much as i hate Act 2: 4. Say No To This (because for some reason i though Alexander Hamilton was better than that) Jasmine Cephas Jones sings in it is like a hot knife through butter — namely; “My husband’s doin’ me wrong beatin’ me, cheatin’ me, mistreatin’ me...”... I guess maybe I understand it ‘cause damn Jasmine Cephas Jones is so ding dang pretty and ding dang talented and wow what a remarkable person

- the way that Lin says “And her body’s saying, ‘hell, yes’ is um.. 😓

- “You see, that was my wife you decided to” — “Fuuuu—“

- Act 2: 5. The Room Where It Happens

- honorable mention: “Bros.”

- “Talk less. Smile more.” LMM being a dramatic bastard

- Act 2: 6. Schuyler Defeated

- Act 2: 7. Cabinet Battle #2

- “revolution is messy but now is the time to stand."

- honorable mention: “Ooh!!”

- “We signed a treaty with a King whose head is now in a basket. Would you like to take it out and ask it? ‘Should we honor our treaty, King Louis’ head?’ ‘Uh... do whatever you want, I’m super dead.’”

- Thomas Jefferson all like “but sir do we not fight for freedom” MY BAD SIR YOU ARE A SLAVE-OWNER HOW ABOUT YOU NOT

- mentioning Lafayette because apparently LMM has no problem with breaking the fourth wall

- “Daddy’s calling.”

- “I’m in the cabinet. I am complicit in watching him grabbin’ at power and kiss it. If Washington isn’t gon’ listen to disciplined dissidents, this is the difference. This kid is out!”

- “Southern motherfuckin’ Democratic-Republicans!”

- “The emperor has no clothes.”

- “Sir, I don’t know what you heard but whatever it is Jefferson started it.” — “Thomas Jefferson resigned this morning.” — “You’re kidding.” — “I need a favor.” — “Whatever you say, sir, Jefferson will pay for his behavior.” — “I’ll use the press. I’ll write under a pseudonym, you’ll see what I can do to him—“ — “Yes! He resigned you can finally speak your mind!” — “Ha. Good luck defeating you, sir.” - “I’m sorry, what?”

- Act 2: 10. I Know Him

- “—Vice President.” — “— No more Mr. Nice President.”

- “Sit down, John, you fat motherf—“

- Act 2: 12. We Know

- honorable mention: “You see that was my wife you decided to—“ — “WHAT—“

- Act 2: 13. Hurricane

- Act 2: 14. The Reynolds Pamphlet

- honorable mention: *DEEP VOICE* “DAMN”

- Act 2: 15. Burn

- i’ll be the first to say i wasn’t a huge fan of Eliza at first aside from Phillipa Soo’s killer voice

- this gave me a lot of respect for her

- honorable mention: “You have married an Icarus. He has flown too close to the sun.”

- Act 2: 16. Blow Us All Away

- i would like to point out that tweet where someone @‘s LMM about not mentioning Philip’s hot and he responds “I’M FAIRLY F**CKING SURE I DID”, y’know ⤵️

- “The ladies say my brain’s not where the resemblance stops.”

- “God, you’re a fox.”

- Act 2: 17. Stay Alive (Reprise)

- The ‘I know, I know. Shh.’ and the full circle back to his mom teaching him french on the piano really got to me for the beautiful artistry in it but also damn them feels

- Act 2: 18. It’s Quiet Uptown

- “I spend hours in the garden. I walk alone to the store and it’s quiet uptown. I never liked the quiet before. I take the children to church on Sunday, a sign of the cross at the door, and I pray. That never used to happen before.”

- “Philip, you would like it uptown. It’s quiet uptown.”

- “You knock me out, I fall apart.”

- “Eliza, do you like it uptown? It’s quiet uptown.”

- “There are moments that the words don’t reach. There is suffering too terrible to name. You hold your child as tight as you can and push away the unimaginable. The moments when you’re in so deep it feels easier to just swim down.”

- “There are moments that the words don’t reach. There is a grace too powerful to name. We push away what we can never understand. We push away the unimaginable.”

- “Can you imagine?”

- Act 2: 19. The Election of 1800

- honorable mention: “And they say I’m a Francophile: at least they know I know where France is!”

- “You used to work on the same staff” — “Whaaaat.”

- “Honestly, it’s kind of draining.” — “Burr...” — “Sir!” — “Is there anything you wouldn’t do?” — “No. I’m chasing what I want. And you know what?” — “What?” — “I learned that from you.” / this moment made the blow that he voted for Jefferson like a damn hole in my chest and i actually really felt for Burr. i get Hammy’s reluctance, i think if anything he was hoping voting for Jefferson would give Burr the chance to have experience as VP and then the next election he might vote for him then depending

- Act 2: 20. Your Obedient Servant

- A. Burr

- A. Ham

- “I just need to write something down.” / really resonated as one of the last things they showed him doing before going off to the duel, his life really was writing and that was the perfect way to say that in a very subtle sort of way. i really appreciate it artistically, whether it was intentionally so or not.

- Act 2: 22. The World Was Wide Enough

- okay but first of all i would like to comment on the fact that Ariana DeBose PLAYS THE GODDAMN BULLET, I JUST

- THE FACT THAT THE BULLET HAS A PART

- “This man will not make an orphan of my daughter.” / this made me really sympathize with Burr, as well as when he tries to go towards Hamilton (at least in the play but I sincerely hope that was historically accurate) / but also that fact that Theodosia Burr was lost at sea at 29 makes me sad because Hamilton’s life was taken to give her one and then she just up and disappears in a freak accident

- Act 2: 23. Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

- the orphanage got to me

- i loved that he (LMM) didn’t end it with himself or anything

- he let Phillipa Soo tear my heart out

- it killed me but i died quite happily

- and really what more could you ask for.

#okay so #i know thw subheaders are probably grossly uneven #but like #i had to space manually #and this already took a lot of time to do #so i couldn’t give two fucks #lin manuel miranda #hamilton #hamilton film #daveed diggs #jonathan groff #anthony ramos #christopher jackson #jasmine cephas jones #leslie odom jr #leslie odom junior #ariana debose #jon rua #hamilfilm #shit i lost steam to tag cast members #you know and if you don’t look it up so you do #that’s how you learn shit like that the bullet had its own fucking role #the orphanage part also hurt because i was disowned by my father and then disowned by my mother (again) and then my father just decided he #wanted back in on my life #my shit family life has cast me out of my family #i feel like an orphan except i can’t be adopted #even though i want more than anything to have parents or parental figures #sadly my dad just isn’t #he kind of ruined that for me when he screamed me into a panic attack that almost killed me and then left the front door open to tell me to #get out

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