#and them posting pretty much the same thing day in day out is a reg occurance

[t1oui]

thinking about how living w regulus would affect harry like

he's such a fucking snob about everything. food, decor, fashion, you name it, he's got opinions on it.

he does ballet despite being the least graceful person on the planet. he's somehow pretty good at it, likely out of spite

speaks french

very much a cat person, has a cat named leo who is his baby

like yk how james and sirius are extremely codependent? that's how harry is w leo. both of them can not handle being apart from each other too long

reads a lot of stories

thinks seeker is the best quidditch position

on that note, lots of slytherin house pride. james hates it. harry refuses to put any gryffindor decorations up in his room

harry loves taking pictures just like reg so the house is filled with photographs

and ofc harry is snobby about what types of cameras he uses thanks to reg. james now just lets them deal with the cameras & photography stuff bc he's scared to get the wrong thing lol

harry is taller than reg but bc dysphoria all of reg's old clothes (like quidditch jerseys + hoodies and stuff) are his size so half his wardrobe is from reg's hogwarts days

definitely the type of guy to change his bedding & curtains & everything in his room based on the season. will anybody actually be in there other than him and his parents? not really, but he MUST redecorate

idk what this even means but snobby about candles. this is another thing james is scared to buy him

harry and reg speak french w each other more than english

since james doesn't speak french w harry (i hc he's only comfortable speaking it w reg) harry is used to having a conversation in two different languages so sometimes he'll be speaking french w his friends without noticing

he'll be in the middle of a rant and realize they don't understand a thing he's saying lol

reg and harry control the decorating for every holiday, every birthday, etc.

the one thing harry knows how to do that reg doesn't/reg didn't teach him is cooking. reg never cooked for himself as a child so james was the one who taught him

doesn't look like it most of the time but all of harry's clothes are very expensive... did i mention he's a snob

harry is such a dry texter/writer... he's such a dick about grammar when it comes to writing even tho he can barely string a sentence together when speaking

deeply sarcastic (look! a canon detail! we never thought we'd see that on this account, did we?)

will take his partners on the most expensive dates & whatnot like it's nothing... cedric the farmboy™️ is not prepared

writes sad boy poetry when he gets annoyed w someone... like harry will storm off all pissed and then he comes back 20 mins later with a beautifully written, very angry poem for whoever made him mad

has so many clothes & different curtains and bedding sets for different seasons that he also uses the closet in the guest room (reg takes up 99% of his and james's closet for the same reason)

has an inherent hatred of fake plants

bedroom is simultaneously tidy and so messy a hurricane might as well have come through

leaves a book behind everywhere he goes

secretly the worst sense of humor lmao

he may not have gotten his love of drawing/painting from regulus, but you def see reg in the way he is, you guessed it, a massive snob about art supplies

soooo indecisive. redoes his room at least twice a year

an asshole when he gets less than 10 hours of sleep... he's mildly tolerable after 3 cups of coffee (black, of course) but you might as well just ignore him until he gets a nap in

on that note is very good at making coffee and is, drum roll please, a massive snob about it. who would've guessed (somebody count how many times i've said snob in this post and comment it please and thank you)

if he doesn't like a gift he's horrible at pretending he's happy w it so people usually go through reg whenever they buy him something... this goes both ways too, people go through harry when buying something for reg

is visually james and lily's but in personality is really just reg's (and also lily's... he definitely inherited his spite from her lol)

is a crazy cat lady by age 20

at least 10 pictures of leo in his room... he has whole photoshoots for her and she poses for them

might as well not hang out w harry at his house bc he'll make out with his cat the whole time

loves going to art museums w regulus

he's a, surprise surprise, snob about art. james just doesn't comment on art altogether atp

his vocabulary is a weird mashup of french, english, and hindi that makes it very hard for anybody who doesn't know him well to understand what he's saying lol

looks angry until he smiles (he got this from lily but a life with reg has perfected it)

needs a golden retriever to his black cat in any given relationship (enter cedric and cho) (yes i'm going to push my rarepair on everyone reading this)

tl;dr being raised by/living w regulus has turned harry into a massive snob about literally everything and regulus is proud of it (blink twice if you need help, james)

[ixekizumab]

For the WIP ask game, the people want to more about Umpqua Rushing!!

I posted a slightly longer excerpt from this one the other day, but I'm so excited about this fic and the chance to try co-writing something with my dear friend VioletWhispersWolfstar!

To summarize super briefly, Sirius works with his brother, his ex-boyfriend, and his ex-boyfriend's new boyfriend at a record label in Miami. Events transpire, and he takes the first plane out of Miami to get away from it all for a weekend... Enter Remus (national park ranger, among other things).

This working title comes from a local band in Oregon, which is where the fic takes place. Blind Pilot has been the soundtrack to my life for more than a decade now.

Anyway, here's another tiny little excerpt from Ch. 1:

Sirius is pretty sure no one else in Miami is aware that turn signals exist. He’s just slammed the breaks for the third time in a row after being cut off by yet another white sports car, only to be met with a fresh wave of giggles from the drunk passengers behind him. At least it’s not too much farther to the airport now.  He flicks on his right turn signal with deliberate force, as if the asshole who just cut him off can see him, and starts making his way to the other side of the highway. Something feels off, and he’s not sure what at first, but then he realizes that he can hear the clicking of the turn signal a little too clearly. The backseat is now suspiciously quiet. Once he’s made it into the exit lane, he checks the rearview mirror only to find the newlyweds tangled up in each other's arms, kissing like they haven’t been doing it all evening, Regulus practically sitting in James’ lap.  Sirius clears his throat, and when they don’t seem to hear him, he says, “Hey!” It came out a little sharper than he intended, but on the other hand, it has been a very, very long day. “Save something for the honeymoon. And wear your fucking seatbelt, Reg.” “Aw, come on,” whines James, “Let us live a little.” When Sirius scoffs, he’s only met with an, “And technically,” from Regulus, who is making a dramatic show of buckling his seatbelt. “The wedding’s over, so this is our honeymoon.” For the next few seconds, Sirius only hears the click-click-click of his signal as he turns into the airport parking garage. Well, that and the voices still echoing around his head. ‘He doesn’t think you’re fun and spontaneous anymore?’  ‘Live a little.’ The drunken giggles and messy kisses gradually resume the longer the break in the conversation stretches on, until Sirius finally finds an open spot at the far end of the giant garage. The two of them can barely walk in a straight line, and James keeps dropping his second bag because he’s attempting to carry it and hold Regulus’ hand at the same time. And this is exactly why Sirius didn’t send them here in an Uber. Thank god these two happy idiots have him here to ensure they actually make it inside the airport in one piece. 

[sorchaivy]

I wrote this on the day of his death, and it still holds true 10 years later.

TL;DR - Sir Terry Pratchett continues to be an amazing presence in so many lives, and will do so for as long as his books (over 70 of them!) are read and loved. So pretty much as long as literate humanity continues to exist, I reckon.

Because I never can just say something simply [I had written a much shorter and pithier post earlier in the same morning], I have to go back and try again.

Which seems fitting. Since it was Sir Pterry (note spelling) who first introduced me to the concept of the "Draft 0". Draft 0 is pretty simple, he said. You just write. You write everything you could possibly need, and an awful lot you possibly won't, and then some more that you certainly won't. You write and write until it's all there on the page, your verbal block of marble.

And THEN you start carving out the piece, the story, the masterwork. Storycraft as sculpture. It's a metaphor that appeals.

He said that in a talk he gave at Melbourne University, which Mum took me to see back in, oh, would have been 2004, I think. That was the same talk where I heard the Best Cosplaying Story ever. Where he talked about going into the Outback, looking up at the stars, and realising that Orion was upside down, and what a giddy, marvellous, humbling moment that was. And where I discovered that he thought Sam Vimes was a better man than he himself (I would respectfully disagree, but in fairness I only ever really met Sam).

Terry Pratchett has been a part of my life since Mum first handed me "Mort" at age 15 and said, "I think you might like this." (She was right.) He had a gift for saying a thing in a way that made it seem like it had always been obvious, and yet was completely revelatory at the same time.

His books helped me walk away from organised religion (and, ultimately, theism full stop). Helped me forge my own moral and ethical codes. Helped me enter the heady world of critical thinking. Helped me find humour and gentle amusement in the foibles and oddities of this weird species we belong to (don't get me wrong, I still get ragemakey at teh stoopid - but far less than I would have, had I not had Sir Terry in my life). Helped me when Mum died. Helped me when things seemed to fall apart, and when things seemed to be going so impossibly right that I was waiting for the other shoe (not Reg).

Sir Terry once wrote (and I've already seen this quote pop up in a few of my friends' posts this morning) that a person's life isn't truly ended until the last ripples of their life dies away. Until the clock they wound up winds down. Until the words they spoke no longer echo. Until the worlds they wrote no longer spin. Until the Turtle no longer moves.

My sister saw my first post this morning, and called to see if I was okay. She said, "He never meant as much to me, but for you, it's like you've lost 1,000 friends all at once."

And I smiled. I honestly did. Right there on the tram. Because you know what? I haven't. They're all still there, in the books on my shelves, in the places in my head, in my bones. And a little piece of him is in every single one. I haven't lost anything, not truly.

His family. His friends. The people who had the privilege (and, possibly, frustration) of knowing him, the man behind the words, the humanest human, who talked and laughed and swore and wept and breathed and ate and shat and slept and snored and sneezed and all the things that will suddenly mean so much. Because now he will not do any of those things again.

Those are the people my heart breaks for now. Not myself. Not those of us who were touched by the works but not the man. We still get to hold him and his memory, and we haven't lost anything at all, not truly. But they have. So spare a moment for the ripple that is a tidal wave passing through their lives right now.

And I hope that, in time, they too can draw comfort from the knowledge that the ripples are still going. That they may never stop.

The Turtle Still Moves.

Vale Sir Pterry. You aten't dead. Not to me.

[cannibalisticcorpse]

do you have any recommendations for dick and jason (together or separate, both is fine) comics for someone who’s just starting to read them? i have some knowledge of the characters and batfam and i’ve read several batman comics, but i never really got into the robins-after-they-were-robins comis so i’d like to start with dick and jason…thank you so much :)

so firstly, i deffo reason waaay more jason than i do dick. most of my dick recs will be things i haven't finished reading or haven't read more than like 3 random back issues of XD

dick:

any nightwing solo is a good place to start (okay, not any, but you can find comics on readcomiconline and with an adblocker the site is useable. peruse the different nightwing runs, if it sucks drop it)

i've heard spyral is good, i think the comic might just be called "grayson"

pretty much any titans comic pre-2003 would be dick grayson (typically as robin, but not always)

there are some post 2003 titans comics with dick too

i like "the titans" (1999) the most, personally (my tip for finding the right titans run, because there are so many, is to look at the font of the title. then look at the author)

honestly if you're fine just jumping in and figuring it out as you go (which you kinda need to be), i'd sooo heavily rec that run to start you with

and, of course, there's the outsiders run from 2009 with dick and roy <3

jason:

i dont really have any robin-era jason recs, but he wasn't robin for too long, so if you're interested it's not too hard to read some!

death in the family (comic where he dies. it's weird and also islamophobic iirc, buut it's important to his backstory. not too long. im a slow slow slow heavily dyslexic reader and it only took me 2 days)

under the red hood (comic where he comes back. a longer read, but VERY fun. villain jason and competent jason. you understand the framework for all of his post-robin/post-resurrection drive)

lost days (also pretty long. i go back and forth on if i personally liked it. but it covers the time between him coming back to life and him returning to gotham- because he stayed gone even after he came back)

red hood and the outlaws n52 (i think it came out in 2011)- this comic sucks, but it's kinda fun! i really enjoy it. if you're fanfic-inclined you might like it (because it prompts a lot of fun ideas without ever presenting very many on its own and never doing anything with them). it's the origin of the jason/roy thing which i am so obsessed with

red hood/arsenal (continuation of the last comic, now without The Girl.. buut kori was written really misogynistically so, congrats kori on getting free

then there's red hood and the outlaws rebirth (which is a different team and some ppl like this comic more), then there's red hood: outlaw, i forget if there's more or whatever the order is. there's also a webtoon with the same naming scheme. im collecting the physical comic, you'd think i'd know this. but these runs are LONG.

for current comics, there's "task force z" which came out like a year or two ago, and then "joker: the man who stopped laughing" which is mostly abt the joker but also about jason hunting him and trying to kill him

jason & dick, together:

honestly i dont read too much stuff with the both of them in it? idk. jason doesn't team up with many batfam ppl on the reg, i guess. like they're never really On A Team together. most of their comics together are from Events. but dick appears in task force z, a little red hood and the outlaws too, and jason is in a little bit of outsiders. like they have cameos, i mean.

there was a nightwing annual (i think 2021) about jason & dick teaming up.

they were both in robin war (but that's the conclusion of "we are robin") (not too long, i think it took me about a week to read all 3 paperbacks)

other ppl feel free to add on!

[risetherivermoon]

The organised crime au sounds interesting???

howdy! this one was an au i had the idea for a while actually, but this just means i have a lot of notes already lol,

this one is focused on Wolfstar & Jegulus but there are other couples involved,

anywho, here you go;

in this au, Sirius is a part of law enforcement, and a detective working on a crime unit specifically about the different gangs/groups around their big city, those specifically being the Wolves, the Vipers, and the Deatheaters,

He meets Remus at a cafe (the one where James works at) pretty casually and they start going out more on dates and stuff, their relationship goes farther and everything is going well on that end,

then, Sirius is going to visit James at the cafe he works at and sees him talking to Regulus, his estranged little brother from years ago, Sirius is shocked and goes up to talk to them, and this starts them off to a rocky recovery of their relationship etc etc,

But, what Sirius doesn't know, is that Regulus is the leader of the crime group The Vipers, and he was talking to James because he was newly recruited as his right-hand after James ran from the Deatheaters, which James was in since he was like, 12-years-old,

and what Sirius also doesn't know, is that Remus is the heir to the leader of the Wolves, and after Greyback (who is also Lyall in this au) dies, Remus takes his place,

basically the whole au idea is Sirius chasing criminals who are just standing right in front of him the entire time,

other small details that ive included:

Marlene works for Remus, and Dorcas works for Regulus, they are a crime couple as the Vipers and Wolves form an alliance after Remus takes charge

Lily and Sirius are partners (in the detective sense)

Rosekiller both work for Regulus, imagine them as like his henchmen in a sense, theyre also just chaotic murderous boys,

Remus uses a cane, and he has one of those like really dramatic villain ones lol (he thinks it makes him more intimidating)

James was basically accidentally killed a guy at 12, and Voldy was like: GASP LETS TAKE HIM and thats how that happened, poor james

Peter works for the police with Sirius too but he's also a part of the Deatheaters, he's a spy for them, but eventually he ends up leaving them for the Vipers as well,

Remus actually kills his dad, his dad isn't that great of guy, and the Wolves barely have any alliances or anything good going for them until Remus takes charge, hes just better than him

However Remus does refuse to make an alliance with the Deatheaters as their ways are things he disapproves of entirely (they are wildly more violent and unorganized and Remus is basically like: 'itd hurt my pride honestly')

same with Regulus (definitely not because of a certain boy who was manipulated by their leader that Reg may have a little bit of a thing for, definitely not)

but yes, this is the idea mostly! i wrote out like maybe a bit over 400 words for this but never returned to it but i still like the idea/concept,

poor Sirius, he really is getting bamboozled,

anyways, thx so much for the ask and thank you for allowing me to spill a can of worms on your head! have a good day!

(original post/list: socks fic ideas)

[with-love-from-hell]

Pet Names (Part 2)

Mc’s nicknames for the Obey Me! Brother’s and dateables.

Find part 1 here. 

Same rules as part one, but reversed: For each brother, I gave a three different name types: general, romantic, and teasing. A general name is used on a pretty regular basis (whenever addressing them without using their name).  A romantic name is used in special circumstances- like when you are trying to be more affectionate or comforting. A teasing name is used during times when they are more flirty or playful (or during sexy time).

<<AHHHH thank you all so much for the love on my first few posts. I dont have many followers yet, but the interactions with my works have been greater than I expected! Thank you all for admiring my writing. If its not too much trouble, a follow would be much appreciated! I definitely plan on keeping the momentum going with the writing- I will try to post at least once per week, if not more. Again, this took a long time and a lot of thought so I hope you all like it. I tried to make it match part one as best I could!>>

written for a GN!Mc who has a pre-existing romantic relationship with the brothers or dateables (whichever one is your fav!)

Cw: swearing, sexually suggestive, maybe spoilers for lessons 16+?

MINORS DNI PLEASE

Lucifer

General: Luci

The first time the name "Luci" rolled off your lips, Lucifers heart stopped. He hadn't heard that name in centuries, and it's associated with people (or angels) he now has a general distaste for. However, the sickly sweet sound of the name dancing around his head was so intoxicating, he couldn't help but fall deeper in love with you. You are absolutely the only one allowed to call him this. Once Mammon heard you say it, and he tried it too as a way to make fun of him. Needless to say, a certain white-haired demon was strung up from the banister that night. Occasionally you will shorten it to "Lu," but for the most part "Luci" is the tried and true option that is just so dang adorable (And we all know Soft!Luci just loves the fact that you see him as adorable).

“It's really no problem, Luci. Anything to ease your workload."

Romantic: My Love

While Lucifer calls you "Love" on the regs, its more likely for you to call him that during more intimate moments. Not because you don't want to, its just "Luci" has kind of taken on the most endearing title for day-to-day living. Whenever Lucifer hears you call him "my love," he will be putty in your hands. If he's in a good mood, he will do quite literally anything you want. If he's in a pissy mood, it will instantly dissipate. 10/10 perfect name for a romantic evening with Luci.

“Thank you, My love. You look very handsome too.”

Teasing: Baby, Lucifart

While Lucifer's teasing names for you have more gentle and mischievous undertones, yours are very blunt and definitely take playful jabs at his pride (which he hates but also adores). Calling Lucifer "Baby" will instantly put him in the mood for more than just flirting, so don't use it unless you mean business. As for the latter, definitely only use it when he is in a playful mood. Otherwise, he may not talk to you for a couple days. (Seriously tho, I think "Lucifart" is the funniest fucking thing in the whole world. I saw it in a fic once and every time I think about it, I can't stop laughing). I feel like he would hate it at first and actually get mad, but when he finds out you're just being playful, he'll calm down. Just don't use it too much, or when he's in a pissed off state already...unless you have a death wish. And if you dare call him "Lucifart" in front of his brothers, he will either kill everyone in the room or implode from embarrassment.

“I'm more than aware. Perhaps Its that im trying to get a rise out of you, Baby?

“Lucifferrrr. Lucciii. Luuuu. Lucifarrt...”

Mammon

General: Hun, Baby

At first you probably just called him "babe" back, but you got so used to hearing it from him, it was just too weird to use back. So you probably then switched to "Baby," only slightly different, but you noticed the immediate blush paint his cheeks and tips of his ears, and it stuck. "Hun" is another go-to that Mammon not-so-secretly loves, and you can definitely see his eyes light up when it passes your lips. While the pet names are generic, that's what he loves about them. Its a nice reminder that your relationship is simplistic- theres no difficulties he has in loving you! And the nicknames you give him tell him exactly the same.

“Oh, Hun. I need a little bit more info on this grand idea before I agree...um...what's that behind your back, Baby??”

Romantic: Treasure

I have seen others hc the other way around, but it feels much more realistic that Mammon would absolutely MELT if you called him "Treasure." He's Greed incarnate...he loves money and luxury. The only thing he loves more than that is you. And if he hears you call him his second favorite thing in the whole world...damn. He's THAT important to you??? Cue blushing mess Mammon. Obviously you only pull out the big guns when he's upset, feeling insecure, or when he's extra affectionate. This is the easiest way to his heart tbh. You will often add "my" to it when feeling a little more cheeky.

“Yeah, it did suck. But thats okay- you didn't have to get me anything. Just being here with my Treasure makes everything alright!"

Teasing: Tiger, Demon

Yep- you throw both of these right back at that simp when he tries his hand at teasing you! If you want him to go on for hours back and forth on a roasting battle, call him "Demon." If you want to immediately Make him lose all sense of confidence and tell you to "s-stop..", you gotta call him "Tiger" in that sultry voice (you know the one). He will stop dead in his tracks right there.

“I'll be right there, Tiger. Just let me...Adjust myself."

"What?! I'm not doing anything, Demon!"

Leviathan

General: Player 1, Lord of Shadows

Obviously your general pet names for Levi would match the ones he has for you. He may be a little flustered the first few times you use them, b-but its not like he wants you to stop!!! You're his Henry, after all! You don't use either any more than his actual name, just so he doesn't get too used to them...because you're secretly afraid he will stop reacting so adorably when you do use them. He will also absolutely begin to refer to himself by these names, which is just the cutest thing ever. Often you attach "my" just as an extra assurance that you're definitely still interested in him...please just validate this insecure baby )':

“Dont you worry, my Lord of Shadows! I'll be there soon!"

“Of course! I need my player 1 just as much!"

Romantic: Nessie

We stan our adorably anxious Sea Monster Otaku in this house. Therefore, its only fitting that you pick a special endearing nickname when you want to be more romantic. "Nessie" seemed to fit best, not only because the one time you told Levi about the Loc Nes Monster was definitely the day you realized it was real and it absolutely was Lotan messing around in Loc Nes. But he was especially captivated by the nickname for the creature. "Nessie." Something so sweet sounding to describe something that was supposedly hideous, frightening, and not well understood. Levi related hard to the plight of the Loc Nes Monster, and you definitely notice- and then name just...stuck. you loved the way his chest puffed up in pride, shortly before his cheeks flushed pink the first time you called him "Nessie." Now its something you use whenever he's in need of a confidence boost, or when you're feeling a little more sentimental.

"You mean so much to me too, Nessie. I'd feel so lost without you."

Teasing: Cutie, Sexy

Using "cutie" as a teasing term for Levi is honestly so perfect. He will become a blushing mess immediately. Of course, if you really want to throw him off, you will need to go with something that will really make the blood rush out of his head and into his...head...and using "Sexy" is a way to do just that (Levi.exe has definitely stopped working). Either way, you will be dealing with a super flustered Levi whichever route you take. Just make sure not to tease him too much, or he might explode.

“Hey there Cutie. Mind if I sit on your lap?"

"Me? Oh- I'm not doing anything, really. Just wanting to spend some time with my Sexy man."

Satan

General: Spade, Poe

Your general nicknames for Satan are much more unique than his for you. You felt almost obligated to give him some names that are references to literature, and Satan loves it. When you first gave him the pet name "Spade," he just about lost his mind. You're giving him the namesake of famous detective Sam Spade?! (Yes you read his favorite detective novel and just couldn't help it). Goodness, you may as well have just proposed right there. Another name that just happened to stick was "Poe"- obviously referencing Edgar Allen (as gross as he was blech). You introduced him to your favorite story by the Author, The Pendulum, once you two started growing close, and Satan was hooked. The name serves as a momento to the moment you began having feelings for him.

“I'm happy to see you too, Poe. What are you reading?“

"Listen, Spade. Just because I offer Mammon suggestions on his schemes doesn't mean I'll suddenly get brain rot."

Romantic: Emerald

Obviously this one comes from his sin- the hue that surrounds him when he begins feeling resentment, the flickering light in his eye when he begins to tense, and the shimmer of his tail as his demon form takes over. He can definitely be terrifying, but there's a ethereal beauty to the vulnerability that shows during times where he loses some composure. You typically use this pet name to comfort him, occasionally tossing in accompanying words- such as "precious" or "brilliant." His anger will often immediately lessens the minute he heres you utter the name- a gentle reminder that he is losing control and needs to recollect himself. With your comfort, he often can regain his composure and calm himself down, but not without the delightful purs that come when he gets affection from you.

“hush now, my brilliant Emerald. Just breathe.”

Teasing: Blondie, Professor

Okay, so teasing Satan is about as fun as poking a rattle snake with a stick, but you gotta be really careful not to take things too far. Usually thats pretty hard to do, since he has quite the soft spot for you, but you need to recognize the signs of the rattle that signifies his wrath. To extend your time teasing him, using gentler pet names can help! You've settled on "Blondie" for the most part- not something insulting, and Satan honestly is more confused than anything as to why you decide to tease him using this nickname, but he gets a little excited when he sees how funny you think it is, so he goes with it. "Professor" is another name you're fond of when you want to tease him- especially when he starts giving a long-winded Ted Talk to you on something without even thinking about it.

"Thanks for the lecture, Professor. Can we makeout now?"

“Okay Blondie. Do your worst.”

Asmodeus

General: Babes, Adonis

Again, Asmo is the king of pet names, so you gotta get a little creative here to give him a run for his money. You probably started with something simple that did tend to stick, like "Babes," and Asmo does love this one so you do still call him it quite often. But when you called him "Adonis" for the first time? Wow. He knew he made the right choice in making you his one and only. You will often attach other words to it, like "darling" or "lovely," just to spice things up.

"Oh Babes! I missed you too, my darling Adonis!"

Romantic: Moonshine

While Asmo prides himself in treating you to the most romantic relationship you probably ever had (if not who tf are you dating?!), but he's so used to people trying to go over the top for him, something more simplistic may be more alluring to him. But while this is true, he still wants something that is uniquely reserved for him and only him- especially when he's upset! Wouldn't want him to get worry lines, now would we?! "Moonshine" was probably perfect for this! It describes his gloriously bright personaliy that can be so intoxicating, and is a bit more on the unique side!

“I know, Moonshine. I hope you know you're my world."

Teasing: Fox

Look, teasing asmo is like dangling a piece of meat in front of a caged leopard. You better realize he will instantly get turned on the minute you start being more flirtatious and reciprocating his advances. Calling him "fox" is a good way to really get his heart beating faster- especially if you use that special sexy tone to say it.

“Well, I wouldn't be so special if i didnt know all your dirty little secrets, now would I, Fox?"

Beelzebub

General: Beelie

You absolutely had to pick a general pet name to really show how much you love him and his personality, so you quite frequently like using plays on his name! More often than not, you use "Beelie" to refer to him more casually. He loves the little extra sweetness to his name that you (and only you) can bring, and he feels so happy inside when he knows that you see him as the gentlest of giants!

“I'd love to go to Madam Screams with you, Beelie!!"

Romantic: Pooh Bear

Am I the only one who thinks of Pooh whenever I look at Beel? No? Just me? Okay... Well, regardless, this nickname came to you immediately when you had brought back some flavored honey from the human world and you caught Beel sucking it down straight from the Jar. He was so embarrassed and felt bad for eating your delicious treat, but the puppy dog eyes he gave you and the softness of his apology...it just instantly sparked the pet name. Beel adores that you came up with this name for him, and feels so glad that he he can share in a piece of your childhood with you. You often toss out "Pooh Bear" when he's not feeling well, when he's upset, or when you're feeling a little more sentimental.

“Thank you, Pooh Bear. Just being here with you has a way of making me feel better."

Teasing: Puddin'

Instant blushing Beel every time you use this name. Not only is it a great choice in a snack, but you definitely give him just glint of passion in your tone when you use "Puddin" that drives him WILD. Of course, after you do use it, you better have some pudding on stand by- or be able to provide him an equally satisfying snack (if you know what I mean...)

"Hey there, Puddin'. Why don't you come a little closer?"

Belphegor

General: Baby

Just as Belphie doesn't feel the need to get creative with pet names, neither do you. You both just call eachother "baby" back and forth and honestly? It works. You don't really worry about whether the brothers will overhear like he does, though (much to his irritation. Maybe this is why he teases you so much???). But he really does love the way it sounds in reference to him!

“Huh? Oh...I'm sorry, Baby. I just wanted to cuddle a bit is all..."

Romantic: Sunshine

You and Belphie may have a complex history, but really he has proven himself a great partner despite his past. You do notice Belphie finds himself often insecure, wondering if you're happy with him, or what you even see in him. Because of this, you landed on the pet name "Sunshine" when those insecurities rear their ugly head. You gave this name as a reminder that his is such a brilliant light to your life, and you cherish the moments you have with that are filled with such a warm and cozy love. You wouldn't trade it for anything.

"I love you so much, Sunshine. Words can't even describe."

Teasing: Brat, Punk, Cowboy

Because Belphie is relentless in his teasing, you really have to up your game to give him a taste of his own medicine. Referring to him as "Brat" is a great way to get him pouting and flushing red instantly. "Punk" is a good alternative, often making a playful jab at how he absolutely looks like a mid-2000s emo kid who works at Hot Topic. And of course, there's the obvious "Cowboy," that you came up with in a brilliant moment of word association. This one is probably his favorite, and he uses it as an excuse to begin to wrestle with you (playfully and without full strength, of course) so he can truly show you who you're messing with.

“Belphie you are such a brat."

"Alright, Punk. Give me your best shot!"

"Nice comeback, Cowboy.”

Diavolo

General: Dia

Once you give a pet name to Diavolo, he is fully head over heals for you. His pet name back to you comes after you give him "Dia," mostly because he wants to wait to see what you'll come up with. He loves the special shorter version of his name- it makes him sound much more approachable and soft,, which is exactly how he wants to be with you. If you ever use his actual name, he will pout so hard at you. Please, just humor him.

“Good morning to you too, Dia! I always sleep well when I get to wake up next to you.”

Romantic: Baloo

Similar to Beel, Diavolo is delighted that you give him a name that allows him to be closer to your childhood memories. It makes him feel like hes been close to you forever, and definitely warms that soft spot in his heart for you. Naming him "Baloo" after the bear in The Jungle Book is just so fitting. He's strong, silly, and so very soft. After explaining what it means in the human world, Diavolo is all over it.

“Oh, Baloo. You are so good to me.”

Teasing: Daddy

I absolutely think that Diavolo is either too giddy when you try to tease him, or too dense to understand you even ARE teasing him that ALMOST NOTHING WORKS to make him a blushing mess. However, once when he was relentlessly teasing you during a RAD student council meeting you mumbled "whatever you say, Daddy" to him and the mortified expression he made, followed by the eruption of laughter from everyone in the room (except Lucifer, who was stunned that you had the balls to say that to LORD FRICKEN DIAVOLO) made you realize you finally found his Kryptonite. Now you use it ALL the time, especially when he has been teasing you a little too much.

“Of course, Daddy. I wouldn't miss a student council meeting for the world!”

Simeon

General: Bambi

Just as Simeon calls you "Dear," you often return the sentiment by calling him "Bambi." He melts every time he hears the name pass your lips. Just like Diavolo and Beel, he loves being able to have a connection to your childhood- making him feel like hes known you for millenia. He also loves how "Bambi" matches his pet name for you! And of course, Simeon is definitely reminiscent of a deer- gentle, kind, and elegant.

“Its good to see you too, Bambi. My day was alright! How about yours?”

Romantic: My Angel

This one is a no-brainer, and didn't take a master of wordsmithing to come up with why this fits him. However, Simeon adores the addition of "my" to his title, elated that you see him as yours! Whenever Simeon has had a rough day, or is feeling a bit worried or insecure about his decision to have a relationship with a human, giving him the little reminder that he is as pure as an Angel, and that he's your "Angel", will comfort him so much, and have him back to his normal self in no time.

“Of course, My Angel. I want nothing more than to be in your embrace.”

Teasing: Grandpa, Sexy

Like Diavolo, Simeon can sometimes be a little dense when it comes to teasing (or maybe he's just pretending to be?), but either way, we all know this man is so far behind on all modern slang and even modern tech, that its only fitting to call him "Grandpa" when you tease him. He will laugh about it, but you see the embarrassment behind those beautiful eyes and you know he's gonna get you back! If you really want to get him hot and bothered, call him "Sexy." He will absolutely be at a loss for words and scramble to find the nearest Bible to get rid of the sin that you just manifested within him. (Hide your shame, Simeon. Hide your shame).

"Easy now, Grandpa! You don't want to break a hip!"

"You know I wouldn't miss spending time with you, Sexy."

Barbatos

General: Honey

You probably started off with calling him "Hun," but because you don't see him too much, it felt a little impersonal. Elongating it to "Honey" was perfect, and you love seeing the small shimmer in Barbatos' eyes when you use it to refer to him. Like Barbatos, you probably only use this to refer to him now because of how rare of a treat it is to see him throughout the day, let alone find some time to chat.

“Oh! Hi Honey. I'm having a wonderful day- how about you?"

Romantic: Hummingbird

This wonderfully endearing name came from how quickly Barbatod moves from one task to the next with attention to detail and grace. You couldn't help but think of the delicate little bird as he zoomed through the castle attending to Lord Diavolo's needs. The first time you referred to him a such, he cocked his head at you and asked you to elaborate. But once you explained, he was pleased to know he reminded you of such a delightful animal. When he is clearly overworked or feeling fatigued, this is the best thing you can call him to relax him and make him melt in your hands. Adding a "my" to it increases the effect ten fold.

"I am happy you finally got a break tonight, my hummingbird.”

Teasing: Doll

Again, since I support the hc that Barbatos is a freak, you better come up with a good name to match his if you actually want to tease him. The best way to do this is to call him something with a more submissive connotation- that will really get his cheeks flushing. Your go-to is usually "Doll," since it seemed to get a reaction every time you used it. You don't tease Barbatos back much. Because frankly, you know the consequences of doing so with him...(wink)

"Well, I sure am happy to hear you're at my service, Doll.”

Solomon

General: Hun

Again, because Solomon at first doesn't appear to fond of pet names, you go for something more simple. But you quickly realize he becomes attached to you calling him "Hun," and you see a sadness behind his stoic face whenever you use his actual name over the pet name he has grown so fond of hearing. He will never admit it though (I bet this bastard can give Lucifer's pride a run for its money at times)

"Of course, Hun. Which one is it that you need?”

Romantic: Liebling

Because his romantic pet name for you is a little more special, yours for him should be as well. I feel like Solomon is well-traveled since he is immortal (and has had the fricken time), and has experienced several lifetimes worth of various different cultures- which is why using a pet name in another language may hit different for him. Using "Liebling" when he's feeling down or having an existential crisis regarding his own mortality (which happens more often than you'd think weirdly enough) will bring him the most comfort. Adding "my" to it will seal the deal even more.

“I'm right here, my Liebling. Just relax."

Teasing: Master, Harry Potter

Again, Solomon feels like another who would be hard to fluster. I feel like the only way to really get him bothered is to stroke at his ego a bit. Using "Master" as a way to reference him turns him on immediately, so be prepared for that because he has no fricken breaks. When you want to tease him more playfully, calling him synonymous names to "Sorcerer" is a good way to get him in a huff, because of the connotations with human nerd culture. But if you really wanna get him annoyed, call him "Harry Potter"- especially if he's in the middle of a spell or creating a potion.

“You can tame me if you really desire to, Master."

"Alright now, calm down Harry Potter. Its not like you're creating life."

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Hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading (:

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#5

oh my...could be 3 and 12? or just 3 if you have to choose, for Tech?

I can definitely do that! This should be fun! Thanks, anon! 💜

"Terrible Liars"

3. “I’m not jealous.”

12. “Say it!”

Pairing: Tech x fem reader

***

You were a waitress at 79's, the Clone bar on Coruscant, during the Clone Wars. So that meant a lot of the Clone soldiers came in pretty frequently, usually after missions or before going on leave elsewhere. It was usually easy getting to tell a lot of them apart, despite them all having pretty much the same face. They all had different hairstyles, tattoos, scars or sometimes even different voices or accents.

Then things changed when the Bad Batch first showed up.

You almost didn't think these guys were Clones at first, but after taking a good look at a couple of them, you realized they were. They just had much different appearances. They were nice and tipped well and you found their company rather enjoyable.

Especially the goggled one named Tech.

Something about his sophisticated appearance and demeanor really stuck out to you and you thought he was cute and sweet. Secretly, you'd fill his drink just a little higher than the others. You'd catch his eye sometimes and give him a little wave, which he would return. He even held a brief conversation with you a time or two before just before he and his squad would leave the bar. Though, sometimes you wondered if he even knew you were flirting with him.

One day, you were working and one Clone who'd had a little too much to drink sidled up next to you at the bar as you were returning a tray with some empty cups.

"Hey cutie, when do you get off tonight?" he asked you, leaning against you.

You simply chuckled and replied, "Too late for you, I'm afraid, because I think it's time you head home. You've had a bit too much tonight."

"Oh, I'm just fine," he replied, his words slightly slurred.

"Mmm-hmm, sure," you hummed sarcastically, putting the cups on the bar.

You heard the door to the building open and saw the Bad Batch walking in. Seeing Tech in the back of the group made you smile. He caught your eye and went to wave, but then his hand faltered a little at seeing the other Clone now almost draped over you.

"Help me," you mouthed to him, hoping he could help get this guy away from you.

Tech noticed right away and you watched him get Wrecker's attention, whisper something to him while pointing in your direction and Wrecker gave a nod. The two of them came over and Wrecker put his arm around the drunk Clone's shoulder.

"Hey, reg, why don't you get outside and get some air? You look like you could use it," Wrecker said as he started leading the Clone away, who just incoherently agreed with him as they walked.

With a sigh, you said to Tech, "Thanks, Tech. That guy was pretty drunk and wouldn't lay off."

"Indeed," he agreed. "I did not like how he was practically hanging off of you. It was quite unbecoming."

You shot up an eyebrow. "Tech, were you jealous?" you inquired.

"I'm not jealous," he responded, though you could see a tint of red in his cheeks as he diverted his attention.

"You Clones are terrible liars, you know," you stated as you went around to the other side of the bar to start preparing more drinks.

For a moment, Tech was silent, looking like he was contemplating something. As you turned your back to grab a bottle, you heard him ask, "(Y/N), there is a request I wish to make of you."

"Have you decided what you wanted to order?" you asked back, as you turned around to face him, assuming that's what he'd been thinking about.

"Uh...yes," he answered.

When he didn't tell you what he wanted, you urged him, "Well...say it. What would you like?"

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#4

Hi! I love your writing so much! Could I have a fluff/relationship #10 for Hunter please!

Thank you so much, anon! I haven't done these writing requests in a while, but I'm happy to get back into them! 🥰

"Forever Love"

10. “I promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep.”

Pairing: Hunter x fem reader

***

You didn't know if you would ever see the Clone Sergeant again.

You'd met Sergeant Hunter of Clone Force 99 while he was on leave on Coruscant with his squad. You had been serving on the medical staff and he'd been brought in after a scuffle with some "reg" Clones as he called them. The two of you had really hit it off rather quickly and, since he was on leave for a little while, he courteously asked you on a date. One date led to second...then to a third...and a few more after that. Perhaps things moved faster than most relationships would, but to the two of you, it still felt right. You felt like you were meant to meet and be together. He made you feel safe and treasured more than anything else in the galaxy. His embrace felt like home. His kisses made you feel warmer than the two Tatooine suns. He was nothing short of perfect.

But all good things must come to an end.

Before leaving Coruscant for another mission, he'd given you a long farewell kiss and promised you that he would love you forever and he would see you soon before heading back to his ship. The ship left and you felt confident he would be back...

...until you heard about Order 66 and the slaughter of the Jedi.

You didn't feel safe on Coruscant anymore, so you fled the planet, devastated at the news and wondering what had happened to Hunter elsewhere in the galaxy. Had he been killed, too, like some of the other Clones? Did he survive? What had happened to him?

You had a friend on Ord Mantell who offered to give you a place to stay for a while. That's where you would go.

Months later, that same friend came home one day to tell you she had seen a group of Clones matching the description of Clone Force 99 going into a parlor. You went that night to the parlor and waited outside in the shadows to see if the rumors were true. Sure enough, at closing time, you saw them leave the building. Hunter was the last one to walk out and you had to use all your strength to remain standing.

Hunter was here! He was alive!

You called out his name from the shadows and he whipped around, startled at hearing someone say his name. You stepped out from the shadows into the light of a street light and lowered your hood, revealing your smiling and now tear-stained face.

"(Y/N)!" he gasped out before striding over and engulfing you in his arms. "How are you here?"

"How are you here?" you asked back.

"That's...a long story," he replied as he pulled back, but still held onto your arms.

You reached up and held his face in your hands, taking in every detail of him you hadn't seen in months. "I can't believe you're alive, Hunter," you whispered. "I've missed you so much and I thought I would never see you again."

He grasped the back of your head and pulled you forward, planting a firm kiss on your forehead. "I've missed you, too...and of course, I'm alive. I promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep...so I wasn't going to die easily. Not when I knew you were still out there waiting for me."

Your heart was too full from his words to wait any longer, so you pulled him down to you and smothered his lips with yours, kissing him desperately after missing him and worrying about him for so long. His arms came about you and held you close, just like he had before.

You both were truly home once more and no force in the galaxy was going to keep you apart ever again.

20 Fluff/Relationship prompts

81 notes - Posted June 13, 2022

#3

This is for @lizartgurl / @jedipoodoo , who mentioned wanting from someone a soft Hunter sick fic with him, Omega and a reader to help her feel better during a hard time right now!

I hope this helps, dear! 💜

"Worried Sick"

Pairing: Hunter x fem reader

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141 notes - Posted September 25, 2022

#2

Yep pretty much 😁😁

176 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Bad Batch Headcanons:

Dog Companions

Another conversation I had with the lovely @oneshot-one-kill about what kind of dogs each Bad Batch member would have! 😄

Hunter would definitely have a German Shepard! They are described as:

Highly trained

Sensitive

Loyal

Overprotective of their family

Alert

Stubborn

Confident

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Alex + Julie "You didn't deserve that... You deserve so much better."

you sent me this prompt a million years ago i'm sorry it took me so long to answer it. warning for friendship breakup angst. there's no carrie redemption arc in this fic but there IS alexjulie friendship.

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Julie doesn’t mean to ignore the boys all afternoon, but Carrie’s birthday was hard last year and so far, this year doesn’t seem to be getting any easier.

She has the foresight to turn her phone off, at least, this year. She can’t handle the social media posts from everyone else at their school. They’re probably in Carrie’s pool, in her kitchen, in her living room. Probably throwing around the throw cushions that Julie’s mom taught her and Carrie to sew covers for when they were ten. Maybe even smashing the glasses Julie used to drink Trevor’s homemade iced tea out of when she would come to visit before Carrie got home from sport in the evenings. The idea of seeing these familiar spaces still just… out there, existing, rather than stuck in the past along with her and Carrie’s friendship, makes Julie nauseous.

Plus, there’s the added bonus of not being able to text Carrie something reckless she might regret.

So her phone’s switched off. Her dad knows not to bother her today anyway, since he had a front-row seat to whole Carrie mess when it happened. He just shot her a sympathetic glance over breakfast and hasn’t spoken to her at all. Carlos is at a friend’s house, and wouldn’t bother her even if he were home.

It’s just the ghosts Julie is avoiding, locked her bedroom door, perched on her window seat with her headphones on, watching YouTube on her laptop.

Which means it scares her half to death when Alex waves a hand in front of her face.

She yanks her headphones off and curses, sharp and a little louder than she means to, and Alex jumps back like he’s been burned. “Julie! Uh, hi, hey. Sorry to scare you.”

“Why didn’t you knock?!” she demands, still breathless. “It’s you, you know better! Boundaries!”

At least Alex has the decency to look shamefaced. “I know, listen, it’s just -- we were worried about you! And we did knock, a lot, actually, but I don’t think you could hear us? So I said we should give you space but Luke and Reg started psyching each other out, and Luke’s never been able to handle space the same way since the Caleb Covington Kidnapping Incident--”

Which, okay, yeah, that’s fair enough. Julie still shudders at the memory of the Caleb Covington Kidnapping Incident.

“-- so then I got nominated because, well, Reg worried you might be getting changed or something, and that makes me the obvious choice, not that I wanted to be the obvious choice, just that -- okay, I’m doing a bad job, what I mean is --”

Finally, she decides to put him out of his misery. “Alex, stop. It’s fine.”

Relieved, he lets out a breath and leans on his knees, looking up at her with pretty, apologetic eyes. “Still. I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to frighten you, we just… got worried. And wanted to see if you were okay. You’ve been in here all day.”

Julie nods and looks back at her laptop, where the YouTube video is still playing, and pauses it.

She hasn't looked back over at Alex when he says, cautious, "Are you okay?"

When she replies, “Yeah,” it isn’t because she wants to lie to him, necessarily. It’s more because she doesn’t know how to untangle her feelings enough to lay them out in front of him. More because it’s hard to explain why she still misses someone who she knows hurt her, who she knows should have known better.

It’s hard to explain why she feels guilt, and grief, over something she chose to let go.

The window seat dips when he sits down next to her, fingers twisted together in his lap, shoulders rolled forward. He’s offering her the tiniest, encouraging smile in the form of a little quirk at the corner of his mouth. Julie loves him so much that it softens the heartache, just for a moment.

But then it returns. Just as strong. Just as unreasonable. Just as painful.

“It’s Carrie’s birthday,” she tells him, without even knowing why she says it.

“Oh,” he replies, which seems fair. She doesn’t know what she’d say in his position. He chews his lip, a crease forming in his brow. “You guys used to be friends, right?”

God, can she talk about this out loud? It’s easier to joke with Flynn, to make fun of the situation, because Flynn saw it all play out, held Julie when she cried, stopped being friends with Carrie in solidarity. Explaining the situation from start to finish, to someone new, just feels impossible.

So instead she says, “Do you ever miss someone you know you can’t have back? Or not that you can’t. But you know you shouldn’t. You know that you can’t get them back, or you’d have to give up too much for it and it wouldn’t be worth it.”

Because sure, if Julie was really committed, she’s sure she could grovel her way back into Carrie’s inner circle. But as much as she misses her, she’s not prepared to do it.

Alex nods, understanding. “Yeah,” he says plainly. “Yeah, I do. Tons of people.”

Julie’s surprised, but she supposes she shouldn’t be. The boys talk about Alex’s family the way Julie’s mom used to talk about ghosts -- never directly, otherwise they’d hear her and be summoned -- and after the whole thing with Trevor, well. It makes sense.

“Can I get it to stop?” Julie asks. “I had to turn off my phone before I did something stupid like text her. What would I even say? Why would I want to say anything?”

“I don’t know,” he murmurs. He leans over so their shoulders bump together, and she leans her head on him. “It’s okay to miss her, you know. You guys had good things in your friendship -- I mean, I guess, right? That’s why you miss it?”

Julie nods, closing her eyes. There are so many good memories she doesn’t even know where to start. Running in the park. Sitting at the piano together. Fashion shows for their dads and Julie’s mom in the living room of the Wilsons’ huge house. Sleepovers with Flynn full of bickering and giggling and pillow fights. Birthday parties, their whole lives.

“But that doesn’t mean you didn’t have a good reason for stepping away,” Alex says.

That’s true, too. Julie’s pretty sure they didn’t have that good stuff for a while before their friendship ended, in reality. Carrie was becoming… snappish. Self-absorbed. All she wanted to do was boss the other girls in dance class around, and she didn’t ask to hear Julie’s songs anymore. Julie knew that being a good friend meant weathering the good with the bad, but she gave Carrie what felt like a million chances, and she wasn’t getting anything back. When she’d tried to bring it up to Carrie, things had… exploded.

She explains as much to Alex, in fits and spurts, and finishes with, “She just… blew up at me, she told me she’d been sick of me for ages and asked why I hadn’t noticed. Like I was just supposed to realise that we weren’t friends anymore without her telling me.” Sucking in a shaky breath, she manages, “And then my mom…”

“Oh, Julie,” Alex murmurs softly into her hair. She’s trying not to cry, she really is, but it feels all bubbly at the surface of her chest, and the way he puts an arm around her and squeezes tight shows that he can tell.

“I know it’s silly,” she chokes, “but it feels like we broke up, or something, even though we were just friends. It hurts so much just thinking about her.”

“It’s not silly,” he assures her, and wraps his other arm around her, too, so he’s hugging her close to him with her head against his chest. “There’s nothing less important about friends, and a friendship ending can really suck. Especially how she did it.” He presses a kiss to her forehead, and doesn’t draw attention to the few tears making their way down her cheeks. They sit like that for a moment, then Alex says quietly, “You’re a wonderful friend. You didn’t deserve that. You deserve so much better.”

Sniffling, Julie rubs her sleeve across her eyes, wiping away the tears. The thought dawns on her like the sunrise after a long, sleepless night. “I have so much better,” she realises out loud. “I have Flynn. And Dad and Carlos. And you and Luke and Reggie.”

“We are pretty fantastic,” Alex agrees, faux-smug, but his eyes are still cautious, and affectionate. “But it’s okay to be upset anyway.”

“I know,” she says. And she does. “But I think I’m almost done being upset. For now, at least. Maybe we could run through a few songs?”

“I’m sure the boys would love that,” Alex tells her, smiling, and he goes to stand up but she holds on tighter, so he won’t leave the hug.

He just feels so steady, and comforting, and she’ll never really get over being able to actually hold them. “Can we just. Stay here for a moment, first?”

Easing himself back down, Alex grins and pulls her closer, tucking her head under his chin. “Of course,” Alex says. “We can take as long as you need. Just us, or the others, too?”

She pauses. “The others, too.”

Alex closes his eyes, and Julie knows he’s reaching out to the others, through their one leftover remnant of their time in the afterlife, tugging at their leads until they come to find him. A moment later, Reggie and Luke both pop into presence in the middle of her room, puppy-eyed with worry and hope.

“Julie?” asks Reggie quietly, fiddling with his fingers.

“You good?” Luke asks, on the balls of his feet.

“Yeah,” she tells them. “Just needed a hug.”

Within moments, they’re all around her and Alex, Reggie’s arm around her waist, Luke’s leg somehow, inexplicably, over her lap. Alex makes an insulted noise, but he’s so relaxed, Julie knows he must not mean it. When she presses her ear to his collarbone, Julie can hear his heartbeat, solid and alive, miraculous. Her friend’s heartbeat. Her friends, all around her.

Things are still bittersweet, and it’s still Carrie’s birthday, but Julie is still surrounded by love, enveloped in it, living in it. She can be sad for what’s gone, and be grateful for what she has, at the same time.

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Remus: What I’m trying to say is— I’m dating Sirius, brother

James: *extremely confused* What?

Sirius: Yeah mate

James: But— But— I’m dating Sirius’s brother?

Remus:

Sirius:

James:

Remus: James… I’m dating Sirius…

James:

Remus:

James: Oh. *runs*

Sirius: JAMES POTTER YOU ARE A DEAD MAN

565 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

#4

So, hypothetically… if I were to write a fanfic called “The Afterlife of Regulus Black” that starts from the last day of Regulus and narrate him and all of the Marauders characters dying and meeting back in the whatever-there-is-after-death and commenting on various events up until the Battle of Hogwarts… would you… would you read it?

Because I’ll write it, I just need someone to read it…

565 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

#3

plot bunny of the day…

Jegulus breaks up after Reg gets the mark, but ends up having sex one time that James is at Hogwarts for Order stuff at the end of Regulus’ last year at Hogwarts, which leaves Reg pregnant (yes, Reg is trans in this). Regulus then proceeds to tell absolutely no one about this kid, not sure even Barty or Pandora and just tells everyone he has to go to Paris for some potion training for a year (which he actually does) and disappears from public life for a year.

When he comes back, he buys an apartment for himself and his son (let’s call him Leo, I’ll come up with something better later) where no one is ever allowed except for Kreacher and Leo’s tutors. Now, this kid isn’t secluded from public life, he has a very normal life actually, just he’s never seen in public with Regulus. Why? Well, initially it was just because he didn’t want his family to know about how the kid came to be, but he also wasn’t willing to abandon the last gift James ever gave to him, as he’ll later refer to his son.

Then, however, the fact that our Regulus is still planning Voldemort’s downfall with Pandora also came into the picture, so he’s afraid that if they get discovered little Leo might be in danger. After that the story goes pretty much as we know it, except Reg doesn’t die in the cave since he tells Pandora that he’s going because this time he’s not taking chances, he has to go back to Leo. He also doesn’t leave a note for obvious reasons.

However, he knows that he’s still very much in danger of one day never coming home to Leo, so as soon as Leo turns 5-years-old he gives him a letter and a jar of chocolates that he’ll refill periodically, then he tells him to eat one and only one (he charms the jar) every day and that if the chocolates ever run out he has to take the letter and find James Potter.

A few days after Leo Black’s 8th birthday, the chocolates run out, and an 8-year-old shows up on James’ doorstep with a letter from a long lost lover that goes:

James, my dear angel,

if you’re reading this, I’m probably dead or worse. I will never be able to thank you for everything you have given me, and I’m so incredibly sorry to have to place this on you, but I have one last miracle to ask you…

712 notes - Posted September 22, 2022

#2

You know what is my ultimate comfort headcanon? The idea that sometimes Remus and Sirius would go into the Muggle World with Sirius as Padfoot. Obviously, they’d do it in the Wizarding one too, but I love the idea of them doing it among muggles because I think that the combination between Padfoot that cannot just turn back into Sirius as he wants and Remus that actually has to take responsibility for him being an absolute menace, and he cannot just be like “oh that crazy dog? Yeah, he’s actually my idiot animagus boyfriend, not my dog. Yeah no, no idea why he’s doing that. You might want to ask him to turn back, but I wouldn’t count on the antics or idiocy to go away,” the potential for absolutely hilarious scenarios is endless. However, my personal favorite is the someone-tries-to-flirt-with-Remus-by-asking-to-pet-his-dog one. Like, just imagine Remus sitting in the grass, reading some dystopian sci-fi novel or something along those lines, there’s a sleepy Padfoot curled up next to him that rests his head on his thigh, and Remus has his arm around him, only lifting it from time to time to turn the page. It’s late spring, the sun is out, there are even some daisies and dandelions here and there. It’s all very cute. Then, this poor, unaware girl just walks up to them, just trying to shoot her shot with the cute guy reading at the park. She crouches down as Remus is still reading and almost startles him as she goes “Oh my god, he’s so cute, is it yours?” Padfoot opens one eye, and it’s just one but you can still see the “l will bite you” in it. Meanwhile, Remus hesitates because he has learned from experience not to call Padfoot his dog (his human form hadn’t spoken to him for days last time he did that), so he just stutters an awkward “Umh… yeah… yeah, this is my best friend Pads,” and Remus swears the freakin dog smirks. “Hi Pads” the girl is now speaking directly to the black dog, which is still pretty much ignoring her “I’m Cindy,” and Padfoot is about to drift back into his half-asleep state and away from the encounter, but then Cindy makes a comment about how they’re “both very cute” that Remus tries to dismiss with a chuckle, and suddenly Padfoot is VERY awake. ‘Cause, yes, that is a correct statement, but did this girl just call his moony “cute” right in front of him? He lifts his head off of Remus’s thigh and lets out an angry whimper, to which Remus has to hide a light laugh. “Oh, look who’s awake” Cindy jokes, “Can I pet you, Pads?” And before Remus can say that of course she can pet him, as the corteous human being he is, Padfoot, as the not as corteous dog that he is, growls at her. To which, Remus shoots him a death glare, a very amused one as such but still a death glare, and tries to apologize with a “Sorry, he’s a bit… uh… possessive?” Cindy would probably like to continue the conversation, but Padfoot doesn’t stop barking and growling until she’s forced to excuse herself, despite Remus’s best efforts to calm him down. Then, as soon as she’s far enough that he finally stops barking, Remus cups his face and says: “You are a jealous idiot, you know that?” But Padfoot just proudly plops back down in his spot on Remus’s thigh, very much satisfied with himself. Remus shakes his head and goes back to his book, lightly petting Padfoot’s head, like nothing happened.

727 notes - Posted May 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

*Remus and Regulus enter a very destroyed room*

Regulus: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!?

James:

Sirius:

Sirius: Confidential Marauder’s Business™

Regulus: Confident—? *turns to Remus* how, exactly, have you not mURDERED THEM, yet?

Remus, unimpressed: I don’t know man, one’s your brother and the other’s your boyfriend, you tell me

Regulus: *rethinking life choices*

1,452 notes - Posted May 22, 2022

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“Thirteen″ Tips for Writing About Synagogues / Jewish Writing Advice / Advice for Visiting Synagogues

So your story includes a Jew (or two) and you’ve a got a scene in a synagogue. Maybe there’s a bar mitzvah, maybe your gentile protagonist is visiting their partner’s synagogue. Maybe there’s a wedding or a community meeting being held there. For whatever reason, you want a scene in a shul. I’m here as your friendly (virtual) neighborhood Jewish professional to help you not sound like a gentile who thinks a synagogue is just a church with a Star of David instead of a cross. 

Quick note: The are lots of synagogues around the world, with different specific cultural, local, and denominational practices. The Jewish community is made up of roughly 14 million people worldwide with all sorts of backgrounds, practices, life circumstances, and beliefs. I’m just one American Jew, but I’ve had exposure to Jewishness in many forms after living in 3.5 states (at several different population densities/layouts), attending Jewish day school and youth groups, doing Jewish college stuff, and landing a job at a Jewish non-profit. I’m speaking specifically in an American or Americanish context, though some of this will apply elsewhere as well. I’m also writing from the view of Before Times when gatherings and food and human contact was okay.

Bear in mind as well, in this discussion, the sliding scale of traditional observance to secular/liberal observance in modern denominations: Ultraorthodox (strict tradition), Modern Orthodox (Jewish law matters but we live in a modern world), Conservative (no relation to conservative politics, brands itself middle ground Judaism), Reconstructionist (start with Jewish law and then drop/add bits to choose your own adventure), and Reform (true build your own adventure, start at basically zero and incorporate only as you actively choose).

Synagogue = shul = temple. Mikvah (ritual bath) is its own thing and usually not attached to the shul. Jewish cemeteries are also typically nowhere near the shul, because dead bodies are considered impure.   

A Bar/Bat/Bnai Mitzvah is the Jewish coming of age ceremony. Bar (“son”) for boys at 13+, Bat (“daughter”) at 12+, and Bnai (“children”) for multiples (i.e. twins/triplets/siblings) or non-binary kids (although the use of the phrase “Bnai Mitzvah” this way is pretty new). 12/13 is the minimum, 12-14 the norm but very Reform will sometimes allow 11 and anybody above 12/13 can have theirs. Probably a dedicated post for another time. Generally, however, the following will happen: the kid will lead some parts of services, read from and/or carry the Torah, and make a couple of speeches. 

Attire: think Sunday Best (in this case Saturday), not come as you are. Even at very liberal reconstructionist/reform synagogues you wouldn’t show up in jeans and a t-shirt or work overalls. Unless they are seriously disconnected from their culture, your Jewish character is not coming to Saturday morning services in sneakers and jeans (their gentile guest, however, might come too casual and that’d be awkward).  1a. The more traditional the denomination, the more modest the attire. Outside of orthodoxy woman may wear pants, but dresses/skirts are more common. Tights for anything above knee common for Conservative/Reform/Recon, common for even below knee for orthodox shuls. Men will typically be wearing suits or close to it, except in very Reform spaces.  1b. Really, think business casual or nice dinner is the level of dressiness here for regular services. Some minor holidays or smaller events more casual is fine. Social events and classes casual is fine too.  1c. Even in reform synagogues, modesty is a thing. Get to the knee or close to it. No shoulders (this an obsession in many Jewish religious spaces for whatever reason), midriffs, or excessive cleavage (as I imagine to be the norm in most houses of worship). 

Gendered clothing:  3a. Men and boys wear kippahs (alt kippot, yarmulkes) in synagogues, regardless of whether they’re Jewish or not out of respect to the space. Outside of Jewish spaces it’s saying “I’m a Jew” but inside of Jewish spaces it’s saying “I’m a Jew or a gentile dude who respects the Jewish space.”  Outside of very Reform shuls, it’s a major faux pass to be a dude not wearing one.  3b. There are little buckets of loaner kippahs if you don’t bring your own and commemorative kippahs are given away at events (bar mitzvah, weddings). Your Jewish dude character not bringing or grabbing one is basically shouting “I’m new here.”  3c. Women are permitted to wear kippahs, but the adoption of a the traditionally masculine accessory will likely be interpreted by other Jews as LGBTQ+ presentation, intense feminism, and/or intense but nontraditional devoutness. Nobody will clutch their pearls (outside of ultraorthodoxy) but your character is sending a message.  3d. Tefillin are leather boxes and wrappings with prayers inside them that some Jewish men wrap around their arms (no under bar mitzvah or gentiles). Like with the kippah, a woman doing this is sending a message of feminism and/or nontraditional religious fervor.  3e. Additionally, prayer shawls, known as tallit, are encouraged/lightly expected of Jewish males (over 13) but not as much as Kippahs are. It is more common to have a personal set of tallit than tefillin. Blue and white is traditional, but they come in all sorts of fun colors and patterns now. Mine is purple and pink. It is much more common for women to have tallit and carries much fewer implications about their relationship to Judaism than wearing a kippah does.  3f. Married woman usually cover their hair in synagogues. Orthodox women will have wigs or full hair covers, but most Jewish woman will put a token scarf or doily on their head in the synagogue that doesn’t actually cover their hair. The shul will also have a doily loaner bucket. 

Jewish services are long (like 3-4 hours on a Saturday morning), but most people don’t get there until about the 1-1.5 hour mark. Your disconnected Jewish character or their gentile partner might not know that though. 

Although an active and traditional synagogue will have brief prayers three times every day, Torah services thrice a week, holiday programming, and weekly Friday night and Saturday morning services, the latter is the thing your Jewish character is most likely attending on the reg. A typical Saturday morning service will start with Shacharit (morning prayers) at 8:30-9, your genre savvy not-rabbi not-Bnai mitzvah kid Jewish character will get there around 9:30-10:15. 10:15-10:30 is the Torah service, which is followed by additional prayers. Depending on the day of the Jewish year (holidays, first day of new month, special shabbats), they’ll be done by 12:30 or 1 p.m. Usually.  After that is the oneg, a communal meal. Onegs start with wine and challah, and commence with a full meal. No waiting 4-8 hours to have a covered-dish supper after services. The oneg, outside of very, very, very Reform spaces will be kosher meat or kosher dairy. 

To conduct certain prayers (including the mourner’s prayers and the Torah service) you need a Minyan, which at least 10 Jewish “adults” must be present, defined as post Bar/Bat/Bnai Mitzvah. In Conservative/Reform/Recon, men and women are counted equally. In Ultraorthodox women are not counted. In Modern Orthodox it depends on the congregation, and some congregations will hold women’s-only services as well with at least ten “adult” Jewish women present.

In Conservative and Orthodox shuls, very little English is used outside of speeches and sermons. Prayers are in Hebrew, which many Jews can read the script of but not understand. Transliterations are also a thing.  In Reform synagogues, there’s heavy reliance on the lingua franca (usually English in American congregations). Reconstructionist really varies, but is generally more Hebrew-based than Reform. 

We’re a very inquisitive people. If your character is new to the synagogue, there will be lots of questions at the post-services oneg (meal, typically brunch/lunch). Are you new in town? Have you been here before? Where did you come from? Are you related to my friend from there? How was parking? Do you know my cousin? Are you single? What is your mother’s name? What do you think of the oneg - was there enough cream cheese? What summer camp did you go to? Can you read Hebrew? Have you joined?  A disconnected Jew or gentile might find it overwhelming, but many connected Jews who are used to it would be like “home sweet chaos” because it’s OUR chaos. 

In Orthodox synagogues, men and women have separate seating sections. There may be a balcony or back section, or there may be a divider known as a mechitzah in the middle. Children under 12/13 are permitted on either side, but over 12/13 folks have to stay one section or the other. Yes, this is a problem/challenge for trans and nonbinary Jews.  Mechitzahs are not a thing outside of orthodoxy. Some older Conservative synagogues will have women’s sections, but no longer expect or enforce this arrangement.   

Money. Is. Not. Handled. On. Shabbat. Or. Holidays. Especially. Not. In. The. Synagogue. Seriously, nothing says “goy writing Jews” more than a collection plate in shul. No money plate, no checks being passed around, even over calls for money (as opposed to just talking about all the great stuff they do and upcoming projects) are tacky and forbidden on Shabbat. Synagogues rely on donations and dues, and will solicit from members, but don’t outright request money on holidays and Shabbat. 

Outside of Reform and very nontraditional Conservative spaces, no instruments on Shabbat or holidays. No clapping either. Same goes for phones, cameras, and other electronics outside of microphones (which aren’t permitted in Orthodox services either).  11a. In the now-times an increasing number of shuls have set up cameras ahead of time pre-programmed to record, so they don’t have to actively “make fire” which is “work” (this is the relevant commandment/mitzvah) on Shabbat, so services can be live-streamed. 11b. After someone has completed an honor (reading from the Torah, carrying the Torah, opening the ark, etc), the appropriate response is a handshake after and the words “Yasher Koach” (again, Before-Times).

Jewish services involve a lot of movement. Get up, sit down. Look behind you, look in front of you. Twist left, twist right. A disconnected Jew or gentile visitor would be best off just trying to follow along with what an exchange student we had once termed “Jewish choreography.” Some prayers are standing prayers (if able), some are sitting prayers. It’s just how it is, although a handful of prayers have variations on who stands. 

[phanhowell]

unheard Sunset Curve songs and what I think they were about ✨

@latinposeidon​ posting about the demo album reminded me that this has been sitting half written in my drafts for a few months so uhh here it is

Please note these are just my ideas and if you have any of your own please share them in the reblogs or comments!!! :)

Late Last Night

In my mind, I see this song as being written about those deep conversations you have in the middle of the night with someone where you just share every single thing about yourself. The boys 1000% bonded the most when they were all sleeping in the studio one night after family issues at home, and all of them spilled their guts to each other at the same time. Tyler brought up the possibility that Alex wrote this song and like, yes. YES. He did. He wrote it the next day when all the boys were still asleep and eventually went to Luke for help with the music side of it. They decided together that it was pretty much perfect as it was and left it with just an acoustic guitar to back up the lyrics. 

I’m putting a read more cos this post is about to get pretty long and I’m not about to clog the tag

Lakeside Reflection

I’m gonna be honest this one is a little harder to work out. I think for sure it was written on a camping trip or something like that but I’m not sure who would have written it. It could maybe be about a quiet moment of contemplation down at the lake whilst everyone else is having fun elsewhere. Thinking about the past and future type vibe. Ok now that I’m thinking about it more I think Luke wrote this one. At this point in his life he still wasn’t sure about leaving home and was conflicted between pleasing his parents and creating a successful future for the band. It’s definitely another slower, soft song with acoustic guitars. Troy Bolton looking into the lake during Bet On It vibess

In Your Starlight

ngl I think this was a love song 👀but due to Alex telling Julie that Luke isn’t a romantic, we know that Luke isn’t the type to write a love song. For this reason with absolutely no other evidence to back it up, I’m gonna say this song was written by Bobby about a girl (coughcoughreggie) he was crushing on. It’s about someone who is so bright and has such a good presence when you’re around them that nothing else in the world matters. Every problem disappears because this one person lights up a room and makes all the bad things seem insignificant. In their starlight, everything’s ok. We know Reggie plays the piano, so I think this was a slower, piano based ballad. 

My Name Is Luke

Maaaaaajor angry at the world and getting out all his emotions vibes from this song. Personally I’m in love with the idea that Luke wrote this song after being called something else for a long time, whether that’s because he was bullied at school or just called a nickname that he never really liked. This song was his way of saying “fuck you guys, this is who I am, this is my name and I’m proud of it.” 

Another option is that at the point Luke wrote this song he was tired of being overlooked in the music industry and just being described as a teenage singer and guitarist. He’s saying “look at me I’m over here doing all these amazing things and this is my name, put some respect on it.” This boy knows his own worth. 

Crooked Teeth

Ahh the song about Reggie :) I’m headcanoning that both reg and alex had braces at some point, which is why Reggie didn’t know it was about him. This song is about all his insecurities and how he’s the only one who sees them. I’m thinking a Little Things kinda vibe where Luke is just listing off how all of these quirks Reggie has make him who he is, a wonderful person. In a totally platonic way of course. Ha

Also in case y’all haven’t heard it someone actually wrote and recorded Crooked Teeth as a rock song, so here that is. The talent in this fandom remains unmatched. 

Get Lost

And here we have another angry at the world song written by Luke. Mans was really going through it. Get Lost is a classic pop punk song about wanting to run away and get out of his hometown, and move somewhere more exciting where he can do whatever he wants. He just wants to travel to the city and get lost in the crowds of people, remaining completely anonymous and having nothing reflect back on his parents. I think we can all relate to the feeling of wanting to leave and never have any responsibility again. It’s moments like this that we’re reminded of the fact that Luke was just a 17 year old kid with an immense amount of pressure being put on him (both by others and himself) to succeed. 

Long Weekend

Another one I’m really not too sure about. Potential upbeat party song after a weekend where one of the boys’ parents went away and they threw a rager? Bonus points if it was Alex’s house. On the other hand it could have been a long weekend where all the boys went away with their families and Luke was left alone in the studio with nothing to do but write. Idk. Lemme know what you think

Home Is Where My Horse Is

So this one isn’t exactly a full Sunset Curve song but I’ve put it in here just in case people haven’t heard Jeremy’s version (which is amazing btw). It’s a sweet little song about how the idea of home isn’t a physical place or a house, but rather who you’re with. Sunset Curve is Reggie’s home, no matter where they may end up together. I think maybe because Reggie doesn’t like talking about his feelings he’s switched out the boys for a horse to make it a country bop that’s not too personal to share with the world. 

[toastedclownery]

Hey so uh, I finally finished the bit I wanted to write based on this scene by @mintyfrosty!! I changed some things according to my version of them but it’s basically the same Gonna put in under a Read More. TW for anxiety attack and passing out of exhaustion ovo”

He looked at the board in front of him. Hours of work put into it, papers full of notes and reminders, calculations, timetables and floor plans.  And yet, he couldn't remember one thing he had written on it. He couldn't read, couldn't think clearly.

He had to get this heist right. Had to plan out every single detail, every possibility. That's what he was for. Think ahead, be prepared for anything that could go wrong, and create a way to avoid it. He was particularly good at that, it was easy for him to consider different scenarios where things could meet with disaster. However, it came at a cost.

Still staring at the bunch of papers pinned on his wall, he blinked slowly, unable to focus on anything. His mind was tired, and so was body, even if he himself didn't feel it. He took another sip of the cup of coffee he was holding, deciding to push his sleepiness away for one more night.

This one has to be perfect, they couldn't have any more mishaps. Terrence' last raid was the last straw. They had lost too many people to it. There had to be a stop to that de iure leader's wreckless nature. Reg thought if he proposed a calculated enough and totally safe plan, maybe the elites would listen to him. Maybe he could get a seat at their table. Maybe…

His head almost drooped and he quickly had to readjust himself, his eyes now wide open, heavy bags under them. His body was fighting against him. Why? He didn't feel tired. In fact, he wasn't feeling anything at all. He felt fine.

Rising his hand in order to reach for the cup again, he noticed the trembling waves inside the container. His hand was shaking. He frowned, shut his eyes in frustration and downed all the remaining coffee in one go. Two or three seconds later, he realized that might not have been the best idea.

No, it was okay. He didn't need to worry, he was fine. He looked at different points of the board rapidly, trying to take anything in. Nothing went through. His breathing became unsteady, and the corners of his vision were beginning to become blurry and dotted. 

It has to be perfect, he thought.

Realizing he was getting dizzy, he had to remind himself to breathe. He felt like he was choking. Why wasn't he getting any air?

We've lost too many people already, were the repeating thoughts drumming in his mind.

He was too out of it to notice his hand had given out, dropping the ceramic cup and letting it shatter. Startled by the loud noise, he tried taking a step back, only to notice his legs had turned wobbly, barely keeping him on his feet.

With one last glance at the board, all the papers were now a mess of smears and black spots. The room started tilting… and tilting… He was out before he even hit the floor.

Night patrol. It had to be night patrol. He would have preferred to have some rest tonight, but he had to be chosen for taking a walk around the base at ungodly hours of the night. He would have complained, but knew he couldn't speak against the Chief. He went along with it, knowing nobody else would do it anyway. Right thought Terrence usually cut the other elites too short, himself included. He felt like he could do more than just night patrol, but on second thought, he was the one that fit best for the job.

He was passing through the corridors, reaching a series of doors that led to the Toppat members' rooms. Unlike his fellow elite's bedrooms, these were smaller and had thinner walls. He remembered the time he had to sleep in one of those rooms. It was nearly impossible, any noise was able to get through those walls made of cardboard.

Just thinking about it made him tired. He was about to let out a yawn, but was stopped by a loud noise coming from one of the dorms ahead. It sounded like a glass-shattering noise, followed by a light thud. 

He saw a stream of light under one of the doors. Who in their right mind was still awake at this late hour of the night? He looked at the name on the door. "R. Copperbottom" It read. That name was familiar. He gave the door a couple of knocks.

"Oi, is everything alright in there?"

He waited about ten seconds, no response.

"Can I get in?" 

Again, silence. 

Right opened the door and stepped into the room. He didn't know what he was expecting to see, but it definitely wasn't a collapsed man in the middle of the floor. He cursed under his breath and went to check if he was okay. 

He gently turned him to face upward. He drew a few hairs back and was able to see his face. And then he recognized him. The smooth mane of hair that was usually collected in a ponytail was now a frizzy mess of ties and knots. There was also his familiar curled mustache, which seemed to get the same treatment, and a pair of dark circles around his eyes. 

He knew this one. He hadn’t spent that much time in the Clan, yet he had jumped up the ranks in no time. He ascended to his current position much faster than he had seen anyone do it in his time as an elite. There was a reason for that. The guy was a working machine. 

Ever since the day he was recruited, he would show interest in what the Clan’s next big heist was going to be. Even if he wasn’t part of it. Right had started to see his face more often around the higher positions. He shone with curiosity and initiative when robbery plans were finally handed to him for the first time, adding thousands of tweaks and details that would stun the field operatives. He would go on his way to arrange every minute of a heist, and then proceed to explain each new bit to his superiors. 

Needless to say they were surprised with this new guy appearing out of nowhere and before they knew it he was suddenly giving them lectures like a teacher rants to a bunch of toddlers. If he was met with any kind of criticism, he would come back the very next day with a new refined version of the plan. The team of elites were intrigued, they shared their recognition of his potential, whereas the Chief… Would usually butt heads with him. 

"I think you worry too much, pipsqueak" 

Right hated to agree on that, currently looking at said pipsqueak laying on the floor, most likely passed out from exhaustion. He doubted he got enough sleep when making all those schemes, and the scene before him proved his theory to be correct. 

He examined the room. Next to the unconscious prodigy were broken pieces of a ceramic mug. He must have dropped it before falling along with it. His hat was still on his head but tipped to the side. In front of them was a wide corkboard, filled with papers and post-its hung on it left, right and center. Right blinked twice before regaining his focus on the other man. 

"Hey, Reginald? Can you hear me?"

He shook him by the shoulders a little bit. Maybe he would be able to wake up momentarily so he could go to bed on his own. Seeing how that wasn't the case, he sighed, and decided to do it himself. 

He drew the bed sheets back, scooped him up carefully and held him in some kind of bridal style, his head resting on his shoulder. He was light as a feather, so he was pretty easy to carry around. The smallest yelp came out of Reg’s mouth at the feeling of being picked up, but he relaxed again when leaning on Right's chest. Right slowly put him down on the bed and tucked him in. 

It was weird, seeing him like this. The only times he would see him were quickly running through the corridors or giving his presentations on schemes. Always full of energy and enthusiasm. Right noticed a certain spark in his eyes when he talked. He noticed the way he would smile while telling his favorite parts of a plan. How he would sometimes motion rapidly while nervously rambling things under his breath. Now, he was laying limp on the bed, looking a mess, a strong fatigue visible on his features. Right chuckled. He would not want to be seen like this. Suddenly, he blinked, and found himself sitting on the side of the bed, hypnotized by the rhythmic breath of his sleep longer than he would have liked to admit. 

He shook his head and got up. He had completely forgotten about the ceramic shards still on the floor. He picked the broken pieces one by one. Luckily, there didn’t seem to be a lot of small bits, just five big shapes that fit neatly like a puzzle. He chose not to throw them away, thinking of putting them back together if possible. He grabbed the dark gray fedora that had rolled off his head and left it on the bedside table. 

He saw an alarm clock, set to chime three hours from now. He turned it off. There was no way he was gonna let him sleep so little. He would let him sleep in, have the day off. He could make up something not to make the others suspicious. He’d ask him about that jungle of papers another time. He needed rest now. 

He turned off the lights and shut the door, the pieces of the coffee cup still in his right hand.

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep12: Brand New Mokuba Just Dropped

My tumblr has decided that it can’t save drafts again. Which sure is a problem I keep having but no one else seems to have...but were back. Back and ready to talk about cards.

First off, lets address the best thing about this episode, it’s the return of The A Team animation team! Dunno if it’s the same ones that did the seasons before, but it is a pretty good team this episode, so there’s lots of that to look forward to. Everyone is now 2 feet taller (Kaiba is 4 feet taller) and there’s just some really nice shots going on. It’s not as shiny as other seasons, which makes me think it might be a different team or a different studio using a different method (you don’t really see them playing with line weights anymore which makes it seem like a different method to me) but still--it’s a nicer looking episode today.

So we start off this episode with Seto begging us all to forget the hell that just happened and just get on with it. Of course, no one’s gonna do that, because yo, what just happened was kind of weird.

And because there’s only like...I dunno...maybe 2 episodes left in this arc? (kind of a quick arc, honestly) Leon decides to do a complete personality reversal. Although, it’s really hard to do a reversal when you didn’t have a personality in the first place...so I guess this more Leon showing us A personality--and I’ll take it.

He’s a little jackass now, but it’s youknow...still Leon so it’s not really that bad. Like we deal with Seto on the reg, so I feel like Leon as a jackass is just like...well that’s just how you play cards in this universe.

Everyone speculates whether or not Seto actually did a crime, and a SURPRISING number of them said he did not! Weird! But hey...I’ve gone over a billion times before, their memory is like when you throw popcorn into the ocean--it just fffzt’s and then it’s gone.

Roland was THIS close to actually saving Kaiba corp a huge hassle for once. This Close, Roland. You almost did it.

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I love that Roland has decided to give all these teens maybe the uncoolest nicknames in the entire world, and the teens have not made any indication whether they do or do not appreciate their alliteration nicknames.

But despite the fact that although Roland uses these opportunities behind the microphone to embarrass them just SO MUCH, the Kaibas still persist in having him introduce most of the matches. It makes it feel like the Kaibas freakin love this. They love his Dad jokes. I cannot tell if they are like “yes, please embarrass my friends.” of it they’re like “yes. Roland that was so cool. Yeah Leaping Leon. Good one! You’re so cool!” Because they don’t know what fun is.

Also, look what I see in the sky.

Truly a sign that they have overcome their trauma of seasons 2-3.

Or maybe they had a lot of blimps laying around and this is a completely unrelated blimp? Either way, I’m glad they can still handle the sight of a blimp.

And then, just out of nowhere, Mokuba hit puberty.

Which I mean, it was inevitable. It was going to happen some day. Luckily, we will be getting a new Mokuba this episode to make up for the fact that this one has done A Flirt and it was probably a completely innocent turn of phrase he has no idea is a double entendre but do the writers know that?

And while we ruminate the decisions there, lets bask in the glory of purple staircase.

This is such a purple staircase!

On another, identical staircase walks Leon, who gets to have a discussion with Zigfried, who probably just stood next to the wall and just chameleon’ed in here without getting caught cuz coincidentally this staircase dresses like him.

Freakin Mai?

Anyway, lets start this duel where like...I dunno, it’s a little late to start stealing souls, but maybe Leon will do a stab? (He will not)

So glad the storyboarder is back to kind of flex. I don’t normally see Roland drawn with this much attention. Look at him go. That’s the stance a grown man takes when he’s ready to embarrass a bunch of teens.

Kaiba writes a speech introducing himself, or Roland just kinda made up a speech as if Kaiba hadn’t asked him to do that. Either way it’s kind of a big way to talk yourself up--but he is trying to talk up the theme park so people will actually like...go. So it makes sense.

Also what is this nonsense where people worldwide are watching a theme park opening match? Card culture is so weird because we’ve noticed in other seasons there are people that don’t play cards, and I feel like they’re not watching this for fun. It’s like when I watch news unfold--they’re watching to see if they have to raid the toilet paper aisle and the canned goods again to prepare for yet another onslaught of card nonsense.

Legit Mokuba was like “Look at my bro. Look at how he gave up dueling to throw this nice tourney for everyone!” and it’s like...Mokuba...he just dueled...Mokuba...he’s putting all the profits directly in your pockets this is hardly a martyr up here.

Seto Kaiba decided to inform the world that he would have won if he was actually playing and that was sure a statement he made after losing to Yugi like...3 times now? Several times.

Everyone else converses how Leon’s acting weird. I don’t know why they care all of a sudden, because no one acts normal playing this game, but the plot desires them to care.

Which is when we find out...

...the new Mokuba...

That’s right. He was a Mokuba the whole time. For once we haven’t abducted Mokuba, instead...we have too many Mokubas.

This Mokuba even has hella long hair, too. I imagine if Mokuba proper had a ponytail it would probably look just like this but black. It would have been just--so good if he whipped off that ribbon and shook out his hair and it fluffed into a horrible Mokuba mess, but you know, that’s one of the many reasons why I don’t write for this series. That and I was like in high School when this came out.

(Please admire Kaiba’s head of Security who looks like he’s about to drop a poop out of terror. It’s a really small detail, but I appreciate that the storyboarder had him kind of antsy in the background)

Seto insists that the only one to beat Yugi Muto will be himself and it’s like...I know. That’s why I keep expecting someone to get stabbed by this tiny purple haired Mokuba. But instead, Leon’s too busy feeling mad that he’s not necessarily playing the game for fun.

But he’s still playing the game though? so I feel like Yami doesn’t have many stones to throw here. Leon hasn’t even cheated yet. (As if Yami isn’t cheating basically all the time by being 2 people in one body)

I can’t BELIEVE this show would throw that at me after the number of times I have seen Yami Muto nearly murder other people (and sometimes literally do a murder) out of revenge. Yami is basically a revenge god...like...show...what? It’s season 5, I thought we’ve basically cemented this in. Occasionally the show will just be all “card games are supposed to be fun though!!!” and it’s like...these are the last children on Earth who are playing card games for fun.

If anything, it should be Leon lecturing them on how to have fun. They just murdered a Great Leviathan with cards. Before that they were dealing with Noah, with Marik, with Pegasus, with Bakura. The times that Yugi has just played a game for fun has been...This Arc.

So maybe Yami is just begging himself to have fun for once. Maybe he’s just mad that he can’t play a single tournament without someone getting possessed? Maybe his frustrations really aren’t about little Leaping Leon, and more to do with Yami sick and tired of being a protagonist.

But, youknow, it’s not an anime, unless the protagonist hypocritically can get away with every sin out there and everyone else gets punished for it. So lets find out just how far Leon fell from fun-having grace with a flashback.

This Belle cosplayer went off in like...one of the most hilariously bad accents I’ve heard in a while, it was just so much, I’ll probably cap it because lolol.

But since Leon wasn’t actually in line to inherit the company, he has to sort of hole up in his room for his entire childhood. It’s kinda weird, since we can’t assume that Zigfried will either a.) live forever or b.) have or adopt or raise children in any capacity. But they’re pretty sure Zigfried will live forever, and in this universe--maybe.

Also, I’m really not sure why they have to dress like it’s 1890, but they sure are. The Victorian era just never left the Von Schroeder house. Like these women are wearing corsets to be in that dress, and you can’t BUY a corset to match this type of dress, you have to make your own, and I know, because in Quarantine, I got really into historical sewing videos.

I can’t believe I spent an entire year watching historical sewing videos. Holy crap. I don’t even sew.

But then again...Seto is kind of drawn like he wears a corset...so maybe people are still wearing them in the Yugioh universe? Maybe that’s how their fashion just works?

Guys...I analyze Yugioh fashion a lot but the fact that the Edwardians never freakin left this worldly plane is just...that’s canon to Yugioh. I really just want to sit back and analyze Yugioh fashion with a moodboard and try to connect all the dots logically as if they aren’t just one-off jokes, but I don’t know how I’d fit that on this post.

And like, one of y’all brought up in a comment in the last post that what’s neat about this arc is we are seeing Zigfried as what Seto would have been like if he hadn’t like...gotten cursed by Yugi Muto. So, going off that idea, I think it’s kinda fun that Zigfried’s outfit is a bit of a younger take on Pegasus’ whole look with the wrist lace and a fusion of Gozaburos look of wearing a cravat with a smoking coat. It’s fun to imagine that this is what Seto’s inner gremlin dresses like (which...now I think about it...was a thing from S1 where Yami defeated a Seto gremlin but...I don't remember much about it) Of course, Seto would also be hella dead if he hadn’t gone through the Yugi cycle, but it’s still a fun road to think about.

Plus, when we go down that road, it really makes this arc look even more like it’s just about Seto Kaiba’s therapy sesh to recover from the last several seasons that he’s accidentally (or intentionally??) invited the entire world to watch and that’s very funny to me.

Bro has informed me you can make a deck out of Jerry but could not show me any receipts.

...I mean that is Dartz right?

Like I know all the characters have cards of themselves IRL and all the characters are also based on cards that were made before they were on TV (with the exception of our main cast that was...youknow, a horror manga) but like...

...what’s up, Dartz?

Anyway, our little Mokuba decides to sneak out the house and run around the world at the ripe ol age of ... what I’m guessing is like 10-12, and is pretty sure he can just get away with that. Luckily, the crimes he’s committing are exactly the type of crimes that Zigfried needs.

(Pretty sure their Dad died or is incapacitated but OK, dub, go ahead and pretend that plot point didn’t go down last episode.)

Also, I’m really glad we got a good storyboarder for this part who was like “Zigfried looks...like that?” and still managed to make this character design really work this episode. In some parts they even gave Zigfried those wide Marik Eyes that are kind of ubiquitous with Yugioh. It just needs the right hands to draw it, and then any amount of...this outfit...can work.

So, just like when we met Mokuba in S1, he’s gonna do a duel on Yugi to save his family and probably also like Mokuba, not give a damn for how this game is supposed to be played. Luckily, this time Pharaoh doesn’t have any star chips lying around for this kid to just run around and steal before booking it out the back gate.

Yugi over there with his twitter-brand hot-takes, not knowing the difference between actual brainwashing and blackmail/family pressure.

(WHY IS MAI HERE?)

Look at that hatching!

Ah this is the 00′s content I’m here for! Check out the soft brush! The dodge and burn! Ah! Man this sure was an era of computer art! and stuff like this cost a lot of money to make and it looked ... like this!

Now I’m pretty sure we can make art that looks this dated on like...a free phone app.

PS please do not ever shade your art like this. This is what you don’t do. Do not do this. I will shed a single tear shaped like the Photoshop symbols for dodge and burn.

Also...guys...

next episode is Ep 13. Every season so far this show has been like “we’re normal, everything is normal” getting us complacent until exactly Ep 13, when everything gets really effed up. So...

will that happen? Will they continue this tradition into S5 or has it been a coincidence until now? Excited to find out.

Anyway, if you just got here, this is the link to read these from the beginning in chrono order:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

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So did you notice how every single song in JATP is dedicated to different character? I'm going to skip all the Dirty Candy cos obviously, and same goes to Caleb's HGC numbers. Bit for the rest:

Now or Never - this is the ultimate and only Sunset Curve song. It's THEM. But also have you read the lyrics?

"Clocks move forward but we don't get older, no" and "When all the days felt black and white those were the best shades of my life" it can be read two way. It's both about 1995 and 2020 and their life and afterlife. It's almost prophetic but you don't know it unless you keep watching the show. Also "we're the revolution that's been singing in the rain" watch out for the rain but cos it's echoed in another song.

Wake Up - so at first this seems to be Julie's song but hear me out. It's not. It was written by Rose, Julie's mom. The lyrics: "And you use your pain, cause it makes you you though I wish I could hold you through it. I know it's not the same you got living to do and I just want you to do it". Rose knew she was going to die and she wanted Julie to keep living. To keep playing music. It's her guidance from beyond the grave. It's precisely why this is the first song Julie sings in a YEAR. Because it's the LAST message her mom left for her. It's Rose's song for Julie.

Bright - this is Alex's song and you can fight me on it. Mind it was written back in the 90s - Luke gives it to Julie because it was one of the songs that Bobby hasn't stolen which means that they either played it before, live when they were alive (which seems sort of unlikely because it has more of a pop sound to it than say Now or Never) or because it was never played to the public before. Because it was private. Now again it wasn't something that was kept a secret either because the band joined Julie on stage and executed the song perfectly and they haven't reversed it before, couldn't have because at this point the boys didn't know they could be seen when playing. They sort of joined last minute. They were standing by and watching Julie to the almost last second. And now the lyrics:

"Sometimes I think I'm falling down I wanna cry, I'm crying out for one more try to feel alive. And when I'm lost and alone I know that I can make it home fight through the dark and find the spark" and "In times like that I doubted myself I felt like I needed some help stuck in my head with nothing left. I feel something around me now so unclear, lifting me out I found the ground I'm marching on" this is Alex, anxious, worrisome Alex who came out to his parents who weren't accepting. And his band was there for him. "I can make it home", home being the garage, his band, his friends. They helped him find his 'ground that he's marching on'. Also, I ain't saying that Alex and Luke dated back in the 90s but they definately dated. Just look at this:

"Life is a risk, but we can take it close my eyes and jump. Together, I think that we can make it, c'mon let's run" and "And rise through the night, you and I, we will fight to shine together, bright forever" WE WILL FIGHT TO SHINE TOGETHER, BRIGHT FOREVER. Shine as in unapologetly being themselves. As being happy and accepted and themselves.

Sure when Julie sings it it's about her incredible talent and trying to get back into the music program but again this song was written back in the 90s. It's Alex's song.

The Band is Back - Reggie's Jam. This is pretty self explanatory and the song might be simplistic and upbeat and very beach, summer like but is not without dept. The boys don't know where they stand with the band. They know they are dead and can be heard when singing and seen when playing with Julie but they are still dead. Now remember this song plays right after the boys leave the studio when Ray talks about his happy times with a wife that died. This hits close to home because well they are also dead. But also the way Ray talks about Rose. So much love and admiration. And now Reggie's parents who were "one fight away from divorce". And on top of that his house is gone so there is no way of him (at this point at least and without Julie's help) to find his family or even to learn if they are alive. This song, Luke says that he knows how to cheer Reggie up. But notice this. It's not something that Luke or Alex sing. No. Reggie is. I'm not going to mention that it is kind of weird that they had a song in the ready that's called "the band is back" as if they had a fallout before or something like that. But this aside, this is a song to remind Reggie that they are still friends and that they are family. The only family they are going to need. And they are going to stick together, life or afterlife.

"Can you, can you hear me?" "Loud and clear!" Is such a simple thing that is used on so many concerts to get the audience's attention. But here is different. Becaus eits reaffirming that Reggie is valid. That his voice is being heard and that he's safe. And by having Reggie sing the song - it's like saying "hey Reg we know this is terrible and it sucks but if you'd like we'll be your family and will me always stick around". By making REGGIE sing it, by making him announce that the back is back together is like giving him a choice. A choice to have Luke and Alex as his family. If Luke sang it it was as if he said: "we're your family" but the way it is it's more like a question: "we will be your family if you'll have us" and of course Reggie would that's why the band is back.

Flying Solo - Flynn's song. One of my personal favourites actually. Nothing much to add really. The lyrics are from Julie's dream box because the boys were looking for the kitchen again and are very personal. Flynn is a constant in Julie's life and by having her sing a song about her best friend, SING (a big change that has happened recently in Julie's life) is letting her in once again, having her in her life when the change happens. Letting her on the secret about the ghost band. And it's also an apology and giving her thanks. Because Julie is so thankful to have Flynn there. "My life would be real zero, flying solo without you"

And one more thing, notice how the boys sing nothing but chorus. On every other song the boys get a line or two to sing on their own, except Luke who is not ready to give up his front man position (which is quite fair since he writes the songs too). This song is entirely BY Julie and sang by Julie but is still a Flynn's song.

Finally Free - this is JULIE'S song. This is her first song playing PUBLIC (yes I know it was Bright but it was different. There was no band then yet.) It's her metamorphosis. The song reflects the change in Julie every time she sings:

"I'm awakened, no more faking so we push all our fears away. Don't know if I'll make it cause I'm failing under, close my eyes, and feel my chest beating like thunder. I wanna fly. Come alive. Watch me shine. " it starts off with noting Julie's life without music and then its restoration of it back in her life. Here is this word again, SHINE. It refers to the same thing just different situation. Sine as being themselves. Being true to themselves and singing their heart out.

"Hands up if you believe, been so long, and now I'm finally free. We're all bright now. What a sight now. Coming out like we're fireworks. Marching on proud. Turn it up loud cause now we know what we're worth" Now this can be applied to the entire band. They are visible again, they can be heard and seen. They are feeling as if they are alive again. But more importantly- remember how Julie couldn't sing in her class? How she choked back tears as she run away and Carrie's bitchy comment (it's not that I hate her but y'know if they used to be friends she must have known that Rose died so low blow). "COS NOW WE KNOW WHAT WE'RE WORHT" She proved to everyone that she can sing. She proved to her friends and family that she is getting better with her mother passing. And most of all that she feels closer to her when she sings. She is free. Free of pretending to be fine so her dad wouldn't worry. Free of bottling up all the fear of singing before Flynn and the inevitable disappointment because her friend knew Julie can sing but didn't to say with her in the music program. She is done proving things to people. She is shining bright and she is free.

Edge of Great - ultimate Juke song or a BAND song. Now let me explain, I love the ship I really do but-there is a but,however, I'm not going to go in about my slight concerns regarding Juke as it is canon so let me just jump into the analysis.

Of course it can be read as a Juke song but also as an Julie and Luke's song separately. "Running from the past. Tripping on the now. What is lost can be found, its obvious. And like a rubber ball we come bouncing back. We've all got a second act inside of us" essentially it's about how they all had their past, their demons to battle but they come together united in music. "This is an interesting little relationship you and I have" Luke said. And he was right. Because their relationship is not physical. Its a bond forged by similar life experience and the pain they draw from joined in music.

Now this bit, this 100% Juke right there: "I believe that were just one dream away from who we're meant to be. That were standing on the edge of- something big, something crazy our best days are yet unknown. That this moment is ours to own cause were standing on the edge of great" this gives me some serious throwback vibes to HSM. Also note how this is possibly the only song where Reggie and Luke don't share the mike. They stand next to each other but just watch Julie instead. Also, I think mentioned in other lengthy post about how Reggie and Alex intentionally poofed out giving Luke and Julie that last harmony moment by the piano.

Now this bit: "We all make mistakes but they're just stepping stones. To take us where we wanna go it's never straight, no. Sometimes we gotta lean. Lean on someone else to get a little help until we find our way." Now listen I mentioned the band. See I know this is the almost acoustic chilling chemistry packed moment when Luke and Julie sing. It's obvious they mean so much to each other. By the lyrics itself. It applies to the entire band. They were there to pick each other up and to provide a shoulder to rest their head on.

But as I said untimalte Juke song.

Unsaid Emily - now this, this is LUKE'S song. Obviously. But it's not only because it's dedicated to his mother. It's like Wake Up. It's the second song that is sang acoustically but just one person throughout. And it gives up such a great insight into Luke as a character.

"First things first, we start the scene from reverse, all of the lines rehearsed" THIS is how much his family means to him. He was going over this moment over and over and over in his head. Thinking what he would say. We saw in the show that he approached his house few times checking on his parents. Possibly hoping to come back but never doing it.

"I should have turned around but I had too much pride" he KNEW his parents were only looking out for him. But he was Luke. His music was EVERYTHING to him. Luke has a very single way of thinking of things. He didn't care, doesn't mean he didn't know, how hard it would be to make it. All that mattered it was his music. And it must have hurt. Because he says that his parents regretted buying him his first guitar. It's obvious that he was close with his parents with his mom so they must have not completely condone him being in the band. They just wanted him to have an option if the band won't work out. But Luke didn't see it like that. Because every time his parents tried to convince him to think about it for a moment to think about his future they were looking out for him but to him it felt like betrayal. Because to Luke it sounded like they had no faith in him, on his talent in his band and their chance or making it big. And it hurts SO FUCKING MUCH BECAUSE HE KNOWS IT. He knows it but as he sings he was too prideful to admit it. To come back.

"No times for goodbyes. Didn't get to applogise" and " conversations in my head and that's just where they're gonna stay forever" it's goddamn HEARTBREAKING because this song was written when he was still alive. He still stalked his house and his parents but THIS indicate that he thought things were beyond repair. Like he wanted to come back and apologise but thought it was too late. Like he would never get a chance to say he was sorry and ultimately he never did. Not until Julie.

"If I could take us back, if I could just do that. And write in every empty space the words I love you in replace and everytime would not erase me if you could only know I never let you go and the words I most regret and the ones I never meant to leave" everything he said was in the heat of the moment. He was hurt. But god, at this point I'm crying don't mind me, he thinks that he apologise would mean nothing. He says that if he could replace EVERY SINGLE WORD with I Love You he would but he think it would be erased. It would never be received. Thay it would dissapear. And ultimately it was. Because he died. He died and never got to say how sorry he was.

This song shows us the other side of Luke. Not only the side that only the band has seen before because I think that noone really saw Luke break down like thay when he was singing Unsaid Emily. He was bottling all of it inside and wouldn't let his friends to help him out. Because I refuse to believe that the boys wouldn't try to comfort him knowing that he was hunting around his parents both when he was alive and after.

And this song makes me ugly sob in every form, written, sang, seen in the show so thanks Kenny for it.

Stand Tall - this is the JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS song. The first one of many. And it's almost as heartbreaking as Unsaid Emily. First of all let's lay out the situation. Julie decides to sing ALONE and UNCERTAIN whether the boys would show up or not. Even if she still believes thay they are still there lingering, fighting to play the Orpheum with her and complete their unfinished business she would still lose them. When they cross over they are gone. And if they don't they will cease the exist in the afterlife. So no matter what Julie does she says goodbye to her family. And she STILL DECIDES TO SING.

"Whatever happens even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall." THIS FUCKING MOMENT. This is when the boys are supposed to come in. BUT THEY DON'T. They are still trapped in the HGC so JULIE LITERALLY IS THE LAST ONE STANDING. Because she thinks it's too late. She thinks they boys are dead.

I shit you not I scream everytime the boys appear and Luke flickering gives me a heart attach every single time but it's so powerful in terms of showing how much they mean for each other. When Alex and Reggie break free they are so happy to see Julie but when Luke can't get there quite yet the tension is palpable and I will never forgive Charlie for being the little shit when Luke finally appears exactly on his cue with a shit eating grin like he didn't almost die.

"Right now, I'm loving every minute. Hands down, can't let myself forget it, no cause everything is rushing in fast. Keep holding on never look back. And it's one, two, three, four times that I'll try for one more night. Light a fire in my eyes." This is so bittersweet because she is playing with the band. THEY MADE IT! But also she knows it's the last performance. And it's so powerful because she knows it and she will still keep trying. Keep playing music. Keep creating.

This is the ULTIMATE JULIE AND THE PHANTOMS, BAND UNITED AND TOGETHER SONG

But I want to note the literal chills I get everytime Alex and Reggie get their separate "whatever happens even if I'm the last standing I'ma stand tall" because it speaks VOLUMES. For Alex standing tall is being who he is. Unashamed and happy and loved. For Reggie is being with his family. Doing everything for his found family.

This is incredible performance and on top of that the boys disappear barely finishing their bow. If you listen closely. The second Julie stops singing all the music dies down except for the last line guitar strum, Luke's guitar strum and everything is quiet. You can hear Julie's voice, alone, still echo but that's it. The boys are gone.

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House is Where my Horse Is - ok, I know it was a joke cos they are in the rock back and this is country song. But you ever listened to a country music? And I'm not talking about modern stuff but a good old fashioned country ballad. I had a moment of little musical crisis in my life and listened to some songs and honestly they are so bittersweet and full of longing and melancholy. 90% of them are about loss, whether that be of a parent (almost always father and almost always cancer) or love and hardships of life and struggle. And I think it's really interesting to give Reggie, a person who is nothing but optimistic and cheerful this characteristic. Because if anything it only underlines what we have seen before that he is not the sharpest tool in the shed but he's smart. He sees things, and he might get lost in the conversation but he sees everything else. And it's not the fist country song he has written either. Luke says "stop putting your country songs in my journal". It's an occurring thing. I just think it sheds a light a bit on Reggie's character as someone else than the goofball.

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Hidden talent - Luke Patterson

(gif not mine! credits to owner)

AU: alive! luke patterson x oc

summary: in a world were none of the boys have died and instead live in the same timeline as julie, luke’s girlfriend has a hidden talent only her mother knows about

warnings: slight cursing, nothing much

a/n: this is the first thing that i publish, and i’m still trying to figure out how tumblr works, so if anyone reads this, please bear with me people

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Heather had been friends with Alex since they were in diapers. Every memory of her childhood she had, he was there too, since the beginning. The only ones she had he wasn’t in were the ones at family meetings. He was even there when she went to the dentist! That’s how tight these two were.

So it was kind of inevitable her meeting his band. Sunset Curve had been all he and Julie —her other best friend, along with Flynn— could talk about since they had started it. They had met the other members in the music program, something Heather had never even thought about joining, regardless of how many times her mother had told her she had an incredible voice and should definitely let the world listen to it. However, the raven haired girl preferred to keep her voice to herself, like her small little secret.

Meeting Luke and Reggie —she already knew Bobby— was easily one of the best things that could’ve happened to her. She hit it off with them instantly, as she had never really had any trouble with making friends —she was the sociable one out of the Heather-Alex duo, and the mom friend out of the “Triple Trouble” trio. Her and Flynn had denominated themselves as the band’s managers and marketing team, and the others had to admit, they were doing a pretty good job.

While Flynn took the social media part, promoting the band on every platform she could think of and posting stuff like teases of new songs, short rehearsal videos and performance dates and places; Heather had taken the people approach. She had recruited her cousin, Willie —who she suspected only wanted to help her because he had a massive crush on Alex, and not because he “wanted to help his favorite cousin”—, and they had both skated the streets of LA, putting up posters and throwing them around, telling people to “tell their friends!”, a catch phrase Reggie had come up with.

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“I got us a night at The Hollywood Club!” Heather entered the Molina garage with a proud smile and arms on the air, getting immediate cheers “I know, I know, I’m awesome” she bowed.

“Hey, I was there too” Willie pushed her aside, leaving his skate on a corner and plopping on the piano seat “In fact, if it wasn’t for Caleb owing me one, you wouldn’t have gotten that gig. I’m his messenger boy”

“Okay, listen you little shit, it was me that had to offer herself to clean the place up after the show, so I don’t wanna hear any more lies coming out from you” she narrowed her eyes at her cousin, but the skater only rolled his eyes.

Luke, beaming, reached out to Heather’s arm, pulling her onto the couch with him. The two had been dating for nearly three months, and anyone that didn’t know that could’ve thought they’d been together for years, just by seeing how deeply they cared for each other. Alex had been a tad overprotective of the girl when Luke started to flirt with her, but Julie and Flynn made him realize that if anyone could match Heather’s adventurous and forward personality, it was Luke.

Heather came up with an idea, something to do, and most people —including Alex, who over the years earned experience in this kind of things— would disregard it immediately, because it sounded, and most likely was, crazy. Not Luke. Luke would just smile and do it with her. Hype her up even. They found in each other a safe to talk, the craziest ideas and dreams coming to life. Still, they knew when to draw the line, and realize that maybe cliff diving in the middle of November wasn’t the best thing to do.

Luke liked to get the things he planned, make them real, and with Heather he felt like it was possible. Sure, he had the band to make his music dreams come true, but —and this can come out as shocking— he wasn’t just music. There were so many other things he wanted, and Heather was the first person that encouraged him to let them all out, the first person that listened to all the things he wasn’t as good at but he still liked, and forced him to get out of the studio to do them.

They were basically perfect for each other.

“Besides,” Flynn had pointed out with a teasing smirk and a knowing look that was also in Julie’s eyes “you’re going to end up dating her cousin, so it’ll be fair in no time” Alex had left that conversation blushing like a fool and with his mind a little more at peace.

“You’re incredible, babe” the lead guitarist kissed her cheek “When is it?”

“This Friday night” she answered, making herself comfortable in his arms “That gives you two days to rehearse some songs, maybe even come up with a new one. How’s my musical genius doing with that, Jules?”

“We have a few lyrics left on Finally Free, but I’m sure that we can have it done and perfected by Friday” she smiled, showing her adorable tooth gap “I’m gonna need to borrow your boyfriend for that, though”

“Sure, two musical geniuses work better than one. Meanwhile, Reggie and I have a date”

“Huh?” Luke’s head turned so fast, Heather thought for a second it would snap from his neck.

“Yeah, we’re going to watch the last Star Wars movie. We told you guys to come and you didn’t wanna, so we’re going by ourselves” Reggie could barely contain his excitement, the smile on his face making it impossible for Heather not to copy him.

“Speaking of which... if we don’t leave now, we’ll be late. Let’s go!” the girl pecked her boyfriend as a goodbye, ruffling Bobby’s hair after and blew a kiss to both girls and her best friend.

“I don’t get a kiss?” Willie pouted, but Heather only kissed her middle finger and flipped him off “Love you too, cuz!” he called, but Reggie and her were already out and the only response he got was his light laugh.

  [...]

The two friends were meeting Carrie Wilson at the theatre. Nobody would’ve guessed that the lead of Dirty Candy liked Star Wars, but Heather had known her since kindergarten, and she knew the girl.

They all technically knew her, being Bobby’s fraternal twin and all, but the boys didn’t consider her an actual friend until the girls started inviting her to their hang outs, seeing as they were all friends. Luke and her often had friendly bickering of which band was better, Reggie discovered that she could be a wonderful addition to the mischievous duo Heather and him had formed, and Alex found his perfect dance partner one night playing Just Dance. It was safe to say that she had been welcomed into the group.

“You guys are playing at The Hollywood Club?!” was the first thing he strawberry blond said when they arrived.

“Tell your friends!” Reggie winked, then turned to Heather “Damn, Flynn is fast. We have good managers”

“That you do, Reg” she passed her arm over his shoulders. It was a little awkward, because she stood on her tippy toes, but they made it work.

“Can you get me a performance too?” Carrie pouted and made puppy eyes “I need a marketing team like yours”

“C’mon Care, it’s literally my cousin and I in his skate and my roller skates and Flynn with a phone and Wi-Fi. You could do that too” Heather waved it off “Plus, you can have daddy make a call and you’ll be able to play at the Madison Square Garden. Shit, we could do that too, we have Bobby. Why am I putting so much effort into this?”

“You know I’m trying to earn my own spot, Heath. Being famous because my dad isn’t as satisfying as knowing I made a place sold out because they liked me and not the daughter of Trevor Wilson”

“You’re doing great, Carrie” Reggie encouraged “Your songs are good, and your dance moves are killer. People don’t just go to your shows to see if they can meet your dad”

“Thanks Reggie, but I’m pretty sure you only go to my shows to see Kayla” she smirked, and both girls watched their friend flush red.

“T-That’s not true!”

“Really? I guess I won’t give her your number then; she’ll be real disappointed”

“She asked for my number?”

But Carrie just chuckled and walked ahead with Heather by the arm, leaving the gaping boy behind for a few seconds before he snapped back into the real world and chased after them, asking the same question again.

“I’ll see what I can do for ya” Heather smiled “But you’ll have to fight Luke by yourself when he finds out I’m helping our rivals” she finished in a dark tone, laughing along with Carrie.

“Yes! You’re the best Heath!” she squeezed her in her arms.

  [...]

Friday arrived sooner than planned, and that left Flynn and Heather to get the band’s asses to the place. Flynn was on the phone with Caleb, assuring him that they were just stuck in traffic and they’d be there soon. They were actually trying to calm Alex down.

“Hey, look at me. Bird, look at me” Heather had her hands on his shoulders, doing her best to get him to breathe with her “You’re the best drummer I know-”

“I’m the only drummer you know, Feathers!” the anxious boy stressed.

“You’re the best drummer I know!” she exclaimed over him “This isn’t any different from our other gigs. You’re gonna get up on that club’s stage, and you’re gonna kill it. I’m gonna be on the side of the stage like I always am, with Flynn. I’m there if you need anything, which you won’t because once you get into the song, you’ll be crazy amazing”

“Okay, I can do this” he nodded to himself, taking deep breaths along his best friend.

“Hell yeah you can” she laughed softly “You good?”

“Yeah, I think so”

“Great, then let’s go people! We have an audience to impress!” the others, behind them, cheered with her and started to go to Ray’s van, were the instruments were waiting.

“Hey” Alex took a hold of Heather’s wrist “Thanks, Feathers” he smiled at her, using the nickname he gave her when they were three.

“I’m always gonna be there for you, Alex. You know that. I’m the Feathers to your Bird, we’re a package deal” she smiled back, then wrapped her arms around him “I love you”

“I love you too”

  [...]

Alex did amazing. Obviously.

The whole band was incredible, and the people in the club absolutely loved them. Heather had stayed at the side of the stage like she promised, but from where she stood she could spot Flynn with Carrie, Willie, Nick and Kayla all jamming and moving their bodies along to the song in their chairs. She clapped and hollered once the show was over, a huge smile adorning her face.

“You were right” the man himself, Caleb, clapped next to her “They are really good”

“I told you, dude. Any chance we’re able to play here again?”

“I’ll call you” he offered, and Heather didn’t think it twice before shaking hands with him “I’m closing in half an hour, and I want this place spotless for tomorrow” he smirked.

“I thought you were joking! You have people for that”

“A deal is a deal” and he left. Heather groaned and threw her head back.

“Why the frown, Princess?” at the voice of her boyfriend, the smile was back on her face.

Luke was a sweaty mess, not that she cared. She took a couple of seconds to admire his “after show” glow. Because yes, he was glowing —both literally, because sweat, and figuratively. After every performance, there was a glow to all of them, pure happiness radiating from them. You could see it in their smiles and heavy breaths, but Heather liked to see how their eyes glinted with the ecstasy of doing what they loved. It appeared while they were on stage, and it stayed for some time after performing in front of an audience. When they were rehearsing or jamming in the studio it was more relaxed, content, but on a show it was almost magical.

“What are you looking at?” Luke laughed after drinking some water, with his eyes squinting as he smiled out of pure glee.

Heather too his sweaty face in her hands and planted a firm kiss on his lips. She had never cared if the boy was sweaty and therefore by hugging or kissing him she’d get all dirty and smelly. If she wanted to show him affection, then she would.

“You guys killed it up there” she told him after a moment with a proud smile “Amazing, baby”

“Thanks, Heaths. Sang that solo for you” he added with a smirk, hand slipping around her waist.

“I saw” she answered as she passed her arms over his shoulders and around his neck “You looked really good while doing it too” the smirk widened and the hold tightened, bringing her closer to him to kiss her again.

“Take your lovey dovey acts somewhere else!” Bobby booed, nearing his friends.

“Hey, just because your sorry ass is alone doesn’t mean you have to hate on us” the raven haired girl replied with a teasing smile.

The boy scrunched his face and mocked her, which went back and forth between the two until Heather’s teasing and playful smile turned to a excited one.

“Wait! Oh, she’s looking again!” confused, the rhythm guitarist went to look behind him, but Heather shot her hand to stop him “Don’t look! Not yet... Okay now. See that pretty blond? She’s been eyeing you all night, dude!”

“For real? You think I should go talk to her?”

“Are you stupid? Of course you should go talk to her, did you not hear what I just said? Wait, here, clean some of this sweat” she took a towel and dabbed it over him, then pushed him forward when he didn’t move “Move, Bobs!”

“Thanks Heaths!”

The couple watched their friend jog over to the girl and introduce himself, saying something that she found funny. “I’m an amazing wing woman”

  [...]

The club was officially closed. After a couple of Caleb’s songs, that Heather had danced to with Flynn —more like they made a fool of themselves, but at least they had fun— and then she helped them put their instruments back in the van. Now, she held a mope in her hands, swinging aimlessly from side to side, humming to the band’s songs.

“I believe, I believe that we’re just one dream...” she picked up the pace of the song, closing her eyes as she jumped on top of a chair, spinning on her spot and using the mope as a micro “And we’re standing on the edge of great!”

The girl continued to sing her heart out, unaware of the pair of eyes that followed her very movement, watching the private show she put up for herself. When she finished the song, she let out a content sigh and a small chuckle.

“Woah” the word escaped Luke’s mouth before he could stop himself, causing Heather to jump and turn around.

The boy stood just by the entrance, an awestruck expression on his face. Red flushed Heather’s face, and she opened her mouth to stutter out something, but Luke didn’t let her, taking long strides to her.

“Heather, that was incredible! Why didn’t you tell us you could sing like that?”

“I usually like to keep the singing to myself, when I jam with you guys it’s quiet”

“Babe, you could be the lead singer of Sunset Curve! I’ll retire if that means you get to show everyone your voice”

“No” she quickly dismissed “Do not give up your dreams, Luke Patterson, you’re not allowed to do that. Not for me, not for anyone”

“But, Heath, your voice!” Luke was making big gestures, trying to get his point through.

He couldn’t understand how his girlfriend didn’t let anyone know of her huge talent. When he walked inside of the club again to help her, he couldn’t have imagined the scene that was playing in front of him, how she looked so carefree. She sounded like a goddess. It was a pleasant surprise, to say the least.

“I don’t like to be in the spotlight, Luke” she explained “You guys were born to perform in front of people, but I like to keep it behind closed doors. You understand that, right?” she took his hands, looking up at him through her lashes. He sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, I get it. But I really hope it’s not the last time I hear you sing” Heather laughed and shook his head, as Luke’s face lit up with an idea “Oh! You could perform for all of us in the studio! You’re cool with that, right?”

“I’ll sing with you and perform with you at the studio” she agreed, squealing when he picked her up and twirled her around “But you have to promise that if you guys record it, it won’t end up on social media”

“Of course, anything you need” he nodded quickly, bringing her lips to his “If I get to hear that voice again, I’ll even sell my guitar”

“I told you not to joke with that!” she chastised, hitting him on the chest and getting out of his hold. She rolled her eyes at his laughter and smirked to herself, handing him a piece of cloth “Make yourself useful and clean those tables, Rockstar”

Luke frowned, but complied.

He made her sing along with him in his car all the way back to his house, and suddenly realized that he had been an idiot for a long time. Why hadn’t he made her sing with him before? It was his new favorite thing to do.

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

NSFW Alphabet: Crosshair

A/N: Not officially a request, but I thought I’d better cover the whole Bad Batch while I’m at it. And as a reminder, remember to REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS!!! The tumblr tags are fickle at best and it’s the only real way to support creators on this hellsite.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s always stuck between wanting to keep your body against him, but at the same time not wanting to come across as needy. He’ll probably start kissing your shoulders and neck, before nipping at the skin and telling you to go take a shower. Once you do, he’ll try to play it cool like, “you can stick around if you want, not that I care either way”. But, he does. He does care.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes your waist. Odd, but true. It’s the natural place to put his hands when he pulls you close to him. He likes the way you shiver when he runs his fingers along your skin. Not to mention it’s the perfect place to grip you as his fucks you senseless.

For himself, he likes his legs. Yeah, they’re not as thick or muscular compared to regs, but they’re distinctly his. Plus even if he’s not any taller, it helps with the illusion that he is.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His favorite place to cum is all over your chest and stomach. Seeing you a sweating, blissed out mess with his cum sticking to your skin is the single hottest image his mind can come up with. Second only to you hazily swiping his cum onto you finger and sucking with a moan.

You better be prepared if you do that because you won’t be able to walk the next day.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has an impressive collection of dirty holos you’ve sent to him while away on missions.  He’s kept every single one.  It’s gotten to the point where he just picks a random holo and that’s the fantasy he indulges in to get himself off until he can see you again.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Like the rest of the batch, he’s had a pretty healthy string of one night stands since leaving Kamino. He actually has the most notches on his bed post which he is not ashamed to bring up whenever Wrecker is getting just a little too cocky. So, he’s pretty experienced all things considered.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Taking you from behind and against a wall. That’s the popular image of him in the fandom and I’m ain’t here to dispute it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Not funny, but he’s definitely a smug asshole who can’t help but comment on every sound you make.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it pretty well groomed down there, almost complete shaven.  Also, dark hair down below, if you’re curious. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It’s very rare for Crosshair to be emotional in bed.  He uses sex more as a way to get rid of tension or get a solid hit of dopamine.  Actually being open with someone is not something he’s comfortable with.

The most intimate he gets is when he feels he might lose you, either in the field or to another man.  Then, he uses it as a way to assure himself you’re with him and his. In that case, it can get pretty intense.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He jacks off often, before and after meeting you.  He’s got a higher sex drive than his brothers and needs someway to work off the tension after a mission.  He prefers doing it in the shower when he has the time, but he’ll honestly whip it out anyplace where he can get some privacy for fifteen minutes.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Let it be recorded that Crosshair is not only a Dom, but the only true Dom in entire Grand Army of the Republic. (With the exception of Commander Wolffe.)

Seriously, the man likes nothing more than pinning you down and using your body as his personally fuck toy.  His ultimate fantasy is keeping you tied up in various positions, your body spread open and willing for him to use whenever the mood strikes him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere with a relatively flat surface. I cannot emphasize how much he does not care where he does it: bedroom, shower, locker room, bar bathroom, sparring room, between a couple of boulders out of view of the rest of the Bad Batch. He does not care.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His ego...let me explain.

There are two ways to really get him going, but they both come down to how they effect his ego.

Number one, praise.  If you compliment him on a shot, confirm that he did, in fact, beat Wrecker at something, or rasp a dirty promise in his ear that he’s the only man who has ever made you cum that hard; that’ll get him going more than anything.

Number two, jealously.  If he sees another man actively flirting with you, he’ll all but sling you over his shoulder and carry you to the closest abandoned alley he can find to fuck you senseless.  He doesn’t care if you were interested in the guy flirting with you or not, you’re his and he needs to remind himself and you of that.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Humiliation for him is a no go. There’s the more obvious stuff, like the idea of you putting him on a leash or something equally degrading just gets him frustrated, and not in a sexy way.  But, more specifically verbal humiliation. He genuinely gets upset if you’re the one to say he’s not good enough for you in some capacity or compare him negatively to somebody else. That’ll kill the mood in seconds.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Much prefers receiving to giving.  Seeing you on your knees with his cock in your mouth his heaven.  And being able to cum all over your face and chest when he’s done? He’s in heaven.

That being said, he’s not bad at giving, he just ends up mostly using his fingers while he runs his mouth.  He can’t help it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, like all the time.  He basically has no other mode.  Now, whether it’s more intense with pent up emotions or a fun stress reliever depends on his mood.  Either way, if you’re not a sweating, panting mess by the end of it he feels like he’s failed in some way.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes.  He’s going to say yes to quickies.  Where ever and whenever is good for him.  But, don’t think it’s really over when it’s over.  He only considers it a preview of what he’s going to do to you once you actually get some time and a little more privacy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s certainly willing to try different positions and kinks, but he’s not big on getting more toys in the mix.  He’s more than happy to tie you up and spank you, but he’s not so keen on adding a paddle or something like that, if that makes any kind of sense.  It’s about his body and what he can do to you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Just as good as every other clone, with a fantastic recovery time. A solid average of three rounds per night lasting as long as either of you can stand it.

That all being said, he’s in constant competition with himself on how long he can last and for how many rounds.

Current record for time is two hours before he came once with you cumming a total of five times. Current round total is him cumming five times in one night while you lost count of yours.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Surprisingly not his thing. He’s got some cuffs he uses on occasion with you, but not much else. Like I said, he’s in competition with himself, not him and a toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t tease often, but when he does, he’s an asshole.  He’ll keep you pinned down, lazily rubbing the tip of his cock against your opening, never fully going in until you’re squirming and begging him to just fuck you already.  Sometimes he will and sometimes, he’ll leave you hanging there.  It all depends on his mood.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not especially. In the beginning he keeps it almost conversational, as he talks dirty into your ear. But, it all changes when he comes to the end. It’s like whatever control he had over his vocal cords gets shut off. He curses a lot combined with grunts and borederline feral growls as he rams his cock harder and deeper into you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Crosshair has a real jealously streak, especially when it comes to regs. 

While he’s confident in his abilities, he’s aware more than Wrecker or even Tech that they’re basically a bunch of freaks the Republic likes to keep under wraps.  A funny little lab experiment.  While regs were made just as much as he was, they actually have a chance at being...well, normal after all is said and done.  He’s not sure he’ll ever be normal.  So, the fear of you realizing you’re dating an actual freak of nature weighs on him constantly.

He needs to remind himself that you’re with him, that you chose him and you’re not going to walk away.  It drives him crazy that you make him feel that way, but it’s the truth.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Just as long as his clone brothers (a solid 8-inches), but not as thick.  Not that he need that extra edge.  His talent is precision after all.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I’d say he has the highest of the batch, actually getting agitated if he hasn’t had a good fuck in more than a few days.  His hand can only do so much for him before he gets down right hostile.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I’d say it takes him a solid half-hour to finally fall asleep after sex. He’d never tell you, but he likes the feeling of you asleep in his arms. He’ll savor it for as long as he can.