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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Never Satisfied [Chapter 6]

Corpse Husband x Original Female Character

Warnings: Language

A collaboration between Vy & Ashens 🖤

“I don’t wanna look like this, fuck”

Previously on Never Satisfied:

Digital Checkpoint activated. Reply to save progress. 💜 — Cora

With minimal contemplation he replies seconds later.

Corpse: save

Cora: your progress has been saved. Thank you for choosing A.S.S. - the Automated Save System. You are now free to activate the digital checkpoint at any time.

Cora: I had a nice time. Text me whenever you need to. We’ll hang out again soon, deal?

Corpse: thank you

Cora: anytime sugar ;)

Funny how a text exchange so simple and short can turn so much around for a person. Funny how a huge weight lifts off him the second he locks his phone, suddenly finding it easier to breathe, to move, to blink, to function - to live. She gives him that kick he needs to be reminded to live and not just be alive. He’s still not comfortable with how much he’s relying on her but seeing her effect on him is nothing but positive, the most and best thing he can do for himself is go with the flow and let things happen. No overthinking, no planning, no shooting guesses, just facing things as they come face-to-face with him. He may never get used to it, but he won’t know that until he tries, will he?

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Corpse sighs as he looks at himself in the mirror. He’s been trying to step up a little with the dressing game since he’ll be having a special guest over - ok, truth be told, he didn’t invite her, she invited herself but he’s glad she did. Lord knows he wants her company and wants her around but he could never bring himself to invite her over or initiate a hangout. Good thing Cora doesn’t expect anything from him, not of that nature at least. It’s oddly amazing having a person like her - someone who basically reads his mind like an open book and then takes action according to what she’s read. It’s not only the fact that she accurately gauges all his wants and needs, but also how she knows exactly what to do to satisfy them. To calm him down, to relieve his anxiety, to make him feel comfortable. He feels strangely selfish for always being on the receiving end of this friendship, although he doesn’t see much he could do for her. He’s decided to let time have full control of the course of their relationship, hoping his giver time would come soon.

As of now, however, it still hasn’t and he can stomach that.

It’s been about a week and a half since their first hangout but he hasn’t missed her once. That may be due to how much they’ve been texting ever since he unlocked that checkpoint she offered him. To be more specific, it probably has something to do with the fact that her texts are always so full of life and light, sounding almost like she’s there with him, talking in her signature upbeat and bubbly way which is such a contrast to his own melancholic approach to any conversation ever.

She’s also sent him a ton of memes and selfies, plus pictures she took of clients’ pets. In return for her kindness, he’s sent her bad jokes, weird internet articles about ghosts and pictures of the current game he was playing. Needless to say, their chats have been very colorful.

Now that the scene has been set up a little better, a direct timeline of events lading up to this one would be appreciated, wouldn’t it? Ok so, it all started with an “I’m bored” text Corpse received from Cora about two hours ago. Instinctively, and partially because he didn’t have any idea what else he could possibly say in response to that he sent back an apology. An apology Cora apparently deemed a loophole she could use to invite herself over cause that’s exactly what she did, not that Corpse minds it much. In fact, he felt his heartbeat quicken with excitement when her “K then, I’ll be there in a bit :)” text came in. At first he thought it was his anxiety kicking in but when he realized the rest of his typical symptoms remained absent it took him a little while to pinpoint what that emotion could be.

The epiphany came in the form of the word ‘excitement’.

Regardless of the newfound feeling, or maybe exactly because of it, he attempted to protest. A protest she killed easily with a threatening “I know where you live” text which sent Corpse scrambling to get the apartment in some kind of order. Himself too, it’s safe to say he wasn’t looking the most presentable when he received that message.

His cleaning session consisted mostly of him shoving the strewn about items in his closet and closing it shut like a wild beast dwelled inside, placing a chair in front of the door as a sign for her not to open it and also as a way of preventing the thing from opening on its own because of how overflowing it was.

Afterwards he scrambled into the shower to scrub himself down. It’d been too much for him to tackle given he wasn’t doing too well mentally, but considering he was now suddenly expecting company he thought it’d be for the best not to subject his new friend to the three-day-unshowered Corpse stank.

Right now, his main focus is his face, his stomach sinking at the sight of himself in the mirror’s reflection.

How does she even want to see me?

His mirror is cracked along the right side, spider web-like cracks reaching towards the center of it from the impact point serving as a reminder of a particularly bad night he’d rather forget.

He sighs as he combs his hair, knowing the dark curls won’t oblige and behave no matter how much he tries. He touches his jaw, deciding to let himself off the hook by deeming that a shave wouldn’t be necessary for at least another day. And then his eyes land on his clothes - an outfit it didn’t take him long to put together since those are the only articles of clothing in his closet he’d consider presentable enough to be shown off in front of a new friend who is yet to find out how much of a slob he really is. That clothing choice consists of a black button-up shirt and jeans.

This is nice, right? It’s fine. It’s business casual but definitely leaning more towards casual, as some would say. I look...nice, decent. I’ll take it - it’s enough. Far better than my ‘usual’.

A knock at the door startles him, though it’s quickly followed by a voice he’s grown to find very endearing:

“THIS IS THE COPPAS! OPEN UP YA’ DOOR!” The voice yells out, probably loud enough for the whole complex to hear but it’s not like he gives a shit. And, as context clues show, neither does she.

Corpse exits his bathroom, heading for the front door, pulling the chain off and unlocking the deadbolt before opening it. The object of his newfound affection stands on the other side, grinning and beaming with that usual light she has surrounding her. Her hair is thrown up into a messy bun - a hairstyle she seems to love - and she’s wearing a simple red t-shirt covered in little chubby, cartoonish black cats that seem to be struggling to exist.

He smiles a little, finding it in himself to speak up but when he opens his mouth to do so, she cuts him off.

“Jesus, did you just come back from a funeral?” She asks, pulling at one of the buttons on his chest as she walks past him, letting herself in.

His eyes, completely on their own accord, wander down as she walks on by, causing him to swallow hard as he finds himself staring at a pair of tanned legs, patterned by the fishnets she’s wearing, leading up to a pair of short black shorts.

She turns on her heel about halfway down the hall, leading him to take an inevitable notice of how her well-loved boots could use a polish. Anyhow, he snaps his gaze away to hide the fact he’s been gawking, despite not really meaning to.

“No, but for real, why are you wearing that? You seem super confined and uncomfy, bud.”

Corpse blinks before swallowing and glancing down at himself, pulling at the button she touched before looking back up, his gaze traveling up the length of her legs. She has suspenders hanging over her thighs, more of an accessory than a necessary addition to her outfit. “I just...I dunno, I thought it looked nice. Does it not? I mean, I wouldn’t know, really. I don’t usually dress like this.”

“I mean, you look dapper as fuck but if you’re not comfortable then change, get your comfy game on. I’m the last person you need to impress in this world.”

God, she sees right through him. Even so, he considers protesting, trying to convince it’s all fine, that he likes this shirt and the outfit in its entirety. But her stare sets the record straight for him - she’ll know it’s all lies. And with that in mind, he lets his shoulders fall. Not a full second passes before he promptly starts undoing his buttons.

“Oh, thank fuck.” She comments as he goes to retreat into his room, stripping the shirt off as he walks, unaware of her lingering eyes on his back, unaware of her lower lip bitten between her pearly teeth. Unaware of the subtle shift in her stance as she looks him over much like he did her moments earlier.

When he returns a moment later in a simple dark grey t-shirt, she greets him with a grin and pats his chest. “Much better.”

It doesn’t take long for them to decide to crash on his couch, throw on a bad movie and just sit in comfortable silence. Comfortable silence - something that usually eats away at him and is anything but comfortable he now sees as calming, a soothe to his ever-racing mind.

Disrespecting the movie, Corpse takes to analyzing his guest instead. She has so much confidence, he can’t help but notice, like she’s been here hundreds of times, known him for so long. He hates her a little for it. Well, it’s not quite hate, it leans more toward envy. Jealousy. That human-nature characteristic of wanting what someone else has but you desperately need/wish you had. In his mind, she’s almost selfish: Why couldn’t she share some of that confidence and carefree manner with the rest of the world? It oozes out of her like a drip of honey from a beehive, sweet and warm. And all he wants yet has none of.

He instinctively tenses up as he feels her move closer before, suddenly, her head drops into his lap, legs kicked over the armrest of the couch. He holds his breath almost subconsciously, staring at her as she remains focused on the television. Unsure of what to do with his hands, he puts one across the back of the couch and the other awkwardly bent above his head. He doesn’t want her to get the wrong idea if he touches her. He doesn’t want to come off as a creep nor does he want to overstep any of her boundaries, despite the fact she’s walking a dangerous line of overstepping his. Well, that would’ve been the case if this was done by anyone but her. The way Corpse comes to this realization is when he figures out that he really doesn’t mind this proximity, as long as he doesn’t embarrass himself or creep her out in any way.

What felt like an eternity passes before she finally speaks up, still without looking away from the movie playing on the screen opposite the couch, “You know, I can feel how tense you are.”

His face flushes with embarrassment, heating up as his mind immediately goes to the worst possible outcome of this situation.

She’ll probably sit up, or leave, he thinks to himself, heart thumping in his ears as he tries to observe her face the best he can from this angle. Nevertheless, he swallows that fear as she rolls her head to look up at him with those large glittering doe eyes, grinning a bit as she seems to always do, “You can just put your hands wherever it’s comfortable for you. I don’t mind.”

He hesitates for a moment but, as always, he doesn’t get much say cause she makes the choice for him, knowing that pesky fear is keeping him immobile. She takes the hand from over his head and pulls it down to rest just next to her skull. She then drags the one resting at the back of the couch, placing it so his hand is resting dead-center on her stomach. Satisfied with how she’s rearranged his posture, she goes back to watching the movie but not before asking: “This okay?” while looking at him through her peripheral vision.

He’d have to admit it’s far more comfortable like this.

“Yeah, it’s fine. You’re okay?” He asks, feeling relieved when he feels her nod against his leg.

He moves his hand a little and swallows hard as he contemplates if he really should make the move he’s thinking of at the moment. And then he abruptly decides not to think. So, instead, he acts on it.

Without thinking of any potential negative consequences, Corpse slides his fingers to lace with hers, resting their conjoined hands on her stomach in the same spot where she left his hand a bit ago. She curls her digits around his tighter as reassurance that it’s ok. Her palm feels warm in his hand, her thumb tracing his cold metal rings.

Checkpoint...his checkpoint.

Is this what it feels like to be normal?, he wonders, Is this what it feels like to really connect with someone? He has never felt this before. He’s never met someone who has such an effect on him, understand him like this - Without even having to ask she grounded him; she knew what he needed and didn’t make him feel like an idiot about it. Instead she gave him the comfort he needed.

And suddenly he finds himself afraid - realizing that this isn’t simply a vibe of two buddies hanging out. He has that subtle ache in his chest that’s telling him he wants something…something substantial from this friendship. He wants this to last, or for it to blossom, he’s not sure yet. But for the first time, he doesn’t feel the overwhelming need to figure it out. That’s one of the many effects this girl has on him - she’s the definition of improvisation, unpredictable and alive. He’s slowly learning to let loose himself, all thanks to her. Slowly, he’s learning to trust time.

He abruptly realizes he’s glancing at her often as the movie is still running, examining her features and slowly running his gaze down the length of her fishnet-clad thighs before quickly looking away, mentally scolding himself. It’s hard, but he manages to turn his gaze elsewhere for his sake and hers. For the sake of keeping things normal, platonic and not in any way awkward for either of them. The last thing he needs is to make things weird by letting his mind wander and activate his libido and then she’d really notice how tense he is.

Cora remains oblivious to what’s going on in his head, thank God, as she continues running her thumb across his knuckles, eyes half lidded in calm content - something that’d typically seem like the complete opposite of what she is. He likes seeing her like this, tamed almost. He feels like no one else has had the privilege to see this calm side of her. Maybe that’s not the truth - it probably isn’t - but he still feels special, knowing that it’s a tight circle of people who have seen her this way.

And then he realizes the movements of her thumb on his hand have stopped.

He freezes for a moment, his fearful gaze travelling to her face where he’s relieved to find her eyes closed only seconds before he hears a light snore escape her.

She’s fallen asleep.

It’s an odd scene. She’s such a wild and free spirit, seeing her fall asleep like this is like observing an abnormality, a paranormal event. You know, like something one doesn’t usually believe exists or is capable of happening. He’d never before been able to imagine her asleep. It’s ridiculous, he’s aware - she’s human after all, but his mind has never been able to comprehend the thought and image of her captured by the power of sleep. He simply couldn’t see it happening. But now that it’s happened in front of him, he can’t look away from the sight of her relaxed, peaceful features, overcome by sudden slumber.

And then he comes to the realization that he’s now practically held hostage on his own couch, crippled by the danger of waking her up. It’s gonna be a long while, isn’t it, he thinks to himself, yet there’s still a satisfied smile on his face. A smile that’s a result of knowing he’s held hostage by her. That’s more a blessing than a curse, if he’s being honest.

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gay-otlc · 3 years

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Keepers Of The Chaos (3)

Summary: Tam, Linh, Dex, Keefe, Biana, and Fitz are part of the tiny fandom for Keeper of the Chaos, and Tam and Linh’s podcast convinces some of their other friends to watch it as well. The group finds themselves strangely invested in this show, where students at Tumblr High School who work together to write about an elf named Sophia, cause incomprehensible chaos, and fight their rival Pinterest High School.

Content warnings: Cursing, religion (Jewish Vackers), and Amsterdam (just in case, I know that was stressful for some people).

Word count: 1621

Notes: Most of the episodes are just events stolen from Lynn's roundup, Dex's memes are here

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The life of an amateur meme maker on dumbles dot com was a strange one, that was for sure. After finishing xyr favorite show- Ze-Ra: Monaerchs of Powhir- for the third time, Dex had searched for another show to fill the void in xyr soul. Biana recommended this show called "Keepers of the Chaos" and described it to xem. Xe was doubtful at first, but after watching the first episode, xe was hooked.

Xe used to not have many friends at xyr school, so xe did what every neurodivergent queer teen would do- made an account on dumbles dot com. People seemed to like xem- or at least, they liked dizznee-plus's memes and edits of Ze-Ra characters. Even after Dex befriended xyr squish, Fitz, thons sister, Biana, and aer girlfriend, Sophie, xe continued making content on dumbles. Around that time, the Ze-Ra fandom started dying off, and xyr memes started getting fewer note

In a sudden, two am burst of inspiration, Dex made edits of some of xyr favorite characters, like Ref, Akki, and Rose, with their respective pride flags (all of them bi) over them, and captioned it "we must be gay." The post blew up, or at least, what could be considered blowing up in Keeper of the Chaos's tiny fandom, and that was how Dex found xyr calling as an amateur meme/edit maker for KOTC.

History had been repeating itself, with the KOTC fandom starting to die off, until it was revived by an announcement from creator Saturn Nolastname- a season two would be released soon. Frantically, Dex made a meme about season one episode two, with the car salesman meme. Xe edited "chaos keepers" onto the car salesman, "the rarelynoticed" on the car, and "this bad boy can fit so many stripper outfits into it."

That had been... an interesting episode, to say the least. The chaos keepers had been talking about the antagonists of "Sophie and the Dark Duck"- a rebel group called the Rarelynoticed. In the information packet they'd been given, it was confirmed that the Rarelynoticed wore black cloaks and armbands, but no other clothes had been mentioned. Somehow, the chaos keepers came to the conclusion that the Rarelynoticed really wore neon pink leotards and green stripper heels, then drew this idea.

Needless to say, the Tumblr staff did not let them write that into the book. Nor did Lynn, the unofficially chosen leader of the group. Unfortunately for her, this didn't stop the chaos keepers from drawing more of these- or the fandom from making a ton of memes. In addition to the car salesman meme, a post with Drake saying no to "wearing normal fucking villain outfits" and yes to "leotards and stripper heels" gained popularity within the small fandom.

Though nothing could match the absolute shock of seeing the Rarelynoticed stripper outfit for the first time, Dex decided to rewatch the episode anyway- it was funny to see the chaos keepers freak out, and maybe xe could get some good screen captures. The good Saturn Nolastname indulged xem, and xe captured an excellent scene of most of the chaos keepers either laughing or screaming at the Rarelynoticed stripper outfits, with Kimber- one of xyr favorites- sitting on the side, explaining to Juno and Kaitee why Bianca Cracker was bisexual.

Xe went over to dumbles, posted the picture, added an image description, and captioned it "Live photo of me not caring when my friends talk about sex/romance." Xe chuckled to xemself- this really was how it felt to be aroace. Xe tagged it as aromantic and asexual as well, since dumbles added flag colors. Smiling, xe went to go check xyr notifications.

Xyr jaw dropped when xe saw that @lordofthesnuggles- Fitzroy (Dex didn't know thons middle name) Vacker thonself had liked and reblogged all three of xyr memes, even adding compliments in the tags! Xe'd had a bit of a platonic crush on Fitz for... a really long time, but xe always felt too awkward to talk to thon, so it was nice to see that thon appreciated xyr humor.

Feeling energized- and excited to procrastinate on xyr math homework- Dex went to watch the next episode: Dark Duck Is Jewish Now. Being Jewish xemself, this was a really funny episode to xem.

Lynn had been writing a sort of spinoff- it would be called fanfiction, but it was for her own story- about some of the Dark Duck characters celebrating Christmas, and added a throwaway line about Bianca and Finn Cracker celebrating Hanukkah. Then, her fiance, Shai, had taken that idea and run with it, writing a list of ideas about what would happen if the Cracker family was Jewish. Hir friend Sam had jumped on the idea, and soon they had abandoned writing the actual Dark Duck in favor of writing a story about Jewish Dark Duck characters. Some of the other Jewish chaos keepers, like Ref and Cat, helped out.

To be honest, it kind of surprised Dex that no one had made a joke about the Jewish Crackers just being matzah, so xe supposed xe would have to be the first.

Xe posted that observation, quickly getting a like from Fitz- which made xem smile. After a few minutes, Dex posted another meme: Shai and Sam standing in front of a door with a sign that read "elves don't have religion," and them saying "This sign won't stop me, because I can't read!"

It was accurate.

While that episode was great for Jewish representation, and funny, the Banana Noir episode was just plain weird.

It focused less on the Dark Duck than most of the other episodes, and was more about the crazy interactions of the chaos keepers. The episode was named for Banana Noir, who was really Cat Noir, but in a banana suit. Banana Noir was the son of Mellie, who looked like a shark, and Nora, who had platonically married faer. The mothers tried to arrange a marriage between him and Akki, who loved the side characters of the Dark Duck series. However, Akki wanted to marry Amelia. After a lot of shit that basically no one understood, Banana Noir's attempts were thwarted, and Lynn officiated the wedding between Akki and Amelia.

Yeah, Dex had no idea what the fuck was going on either. Xe'd watched an episode of Twins of the Chaos and a youtube video by arsonpog analyzing the Banana Noir chronicles, as it had been dubbed by the chaos keepers, and both expert opinions seemed to agree that Saturn Nolastname and the rest of the writers had probably been on crack when they made that episode.

The next episode made slightly more sense, though it was a low bar. After taking a break from the "official" Dark Duck story, the chaos keepers began collectively writing a Cinderella story about the characters Sophia and Bianca. People weren't allowed to be queer in the official story, but the chaos keepers still wanted to have fun with their obviously gay characters.

Even to the viewers of the show, who only received secondhand information about the Dark Duck characters, knew there was no way any of them, let alone all of them, were allocishet. The exact identities weren't entirely clear- when Dex had made edits of the characters' official art and xyr headcanons for their pride flags, a few people had disagreed- but both the chaos keepers and the fandom knew that despite what Shannon said, Sophia and Bianca were in love, and their Cinderella story should have made it in to the official Dark Duck story.

While excerpts of the Cinderella story were quoted in the show, most of it was left unclear, so Biana had taken it upon aerself to write aer own version of it. Dex was expecting an update later that day, actually, or maybe the next. Ae wasn't always 100% reliable with aer update schedule. Still, Dex looked forward to when it eventually did come.

After the brief calmness from the Sophianca Cinderella episode, season one episode six, Amsterdam, exploded back into chaos. A few of the chaos keepers decided to discuss a fake scene in the book in which crazy shit went down, with the scene supposedly being located in Amsterdam. It had never been written and was never going to be, but everyone discussed it like it was real. Some of the highlights involved all the Dark Duck girls having swords (and the chaos keepers being gay for them), and a speedboat chase scene through the canals. Fitz had a popular theory that the chaos keepers would actually travel to Amsterdam in order to commemorate this crazy part of their lives. Almost as popular as that was a meme Dex made, with a man labeled "chaos keepers discussing amsterdam" and gesturing feverishly to a wall covered in papers and red string.

Of course, episode seven (Dark Duck Disney) was chaotic too. Everything was chaotic with this group, it was in the title. Shannon announced that the winning Dark Duck story would be adapted into a Disney movie. After past experience with terrible book to movie adaptations, the chaos keepers panicked. They panicked so much that it became major news within their school, which until then, had been largely ignoring the chaos keepers. Once the discussion about the movie settled down, they talked a lot about how in awe they were that their Dark Duck shenanigans were trending within the school.

But of course, none of that compared to the last episode of the season...

Dex changed xyr profile picture to include an ominous pair of teal eyes and sighed.

#tumblr kotlc fandom fandom #keepers of the chaos #shai types things #shai's writing #hehe like the ze-ra reference

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danwhobrowses · 3 years

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MCU: 10 Ways WandaVision and Falcon & The Winter Soldier are the Same

So now we have 2 of Marvel's Phase 3.5 shows in the books, and both have been pretty great. In the 7 week wait for Loki though we'll have time to mull things over.

When watching the Falcon & Winter Soldier finale though, I started to notice that there were some patterns between it and Wandavision. While two completely different stories they did share some similar beats, so here's 10 I spotted and thus 10 to look out for when Loki comes around.

Spoilers for WandaVision and Falcon & The Winter Soldier, give it a watch before you give this a look

10 - Villains become Memes

While one can contest that Zemo acts more as an antihero in The Falcon & the Winter Soldier, he still provides an antagonistic edge in the story. However, both he and Agatha became villains that had charisma to charm the audience, and their actions brought about multiple memes. On Agatha's side there was the wink, Agatha All Along and her in the fitness outfit, while with Zemo there was the 'it captures the experience', his iconic dancing and Turkish Delight. While not a story beat on the shows, the writers must've known that fans would gravitate to these characters to give them such content to use. Also add a hat tip to John Walker who got his own memes too with him about to embed the shield into a dude's chest, and Wanda herself for her nose scrunch being used as a meme alongside Thor's 'is it though?'.

9 - The Government aren't exactly helpful

While the Government aren't entirely the enemy in the show, they don't do well to stay on our heroes' good side. In WandaVision, they enhance Wanda's grief in the fact that she can't even lay him to rest, SWORD instead deciding that her lover is government property and they are harvesting his 'organs' and vibranium skin as a resource to use for weapons. On Falcon & Winter Soldier, the US Government deliberately deceive Sam by having him hand over the shield to put in a museum, only to then take it out and give it to John Walker without even telling Sam or Bucky about it. In addition when they disavow Walker they try to reclaim the Shield - which, as the Contessa does reveal, isn't technically their property either. While Falcon & Winter Soldier delved deeper into the government's lack of help through the GDC subplot motivating the Flag Smashers, there were still similarities found with how SWORD - which is quite different to its comic version - antagonizes Wanda. In the end all this escalates because of them, and in the end neither of them get to keep the Vibranium.

8 - 'Good Person' is Bad Guy

Although there's a more supernatural threat in both stories, the characters end up having their trust betrayed by people they believed to be decent. For WandaVision it is current Director of SWORD, Director Hayward, who appears adamant in silencing Wanda after using her as a means to power up White Vision as a programmable weapon. For Falcon & the Winter Soldier, it's Sharon Carter - descendant of Steve's beau who he also made out with - the discarded agent who gave up a lot for the heroes only to not get it in return, remaining enemy of the state and becoming the Power Broker. The shows can also have this reserved for 'Agnes' and John Walker but in the end people expected them to break bad from day 1. You could make a statement for Wanda since she looks to be an antagonist for Doctor Strange 2 though.

7 - The MCU add a little history

Marvel has had a habit of changing Wanda's (and Pietro's) origin on a whim, the MCU deciding to source their powers on an Infinity Stone. Doing this however left a gap in the fact that Wanda is a Witch, which they cleaned up in WandaVision. Treading back on the Scarlet Witch being a mantle (though cutting her mother being a Scarlet Witch before her) as it is in the comics, they changed Wanda's powers from being latent and amplified by the stone rather than gifted to the stone itself. Falcon & Winter Soldier added to their history with the impactful Truth: Red, White and Black story, adding Isaiah Bradley into the MCU to further layer the conflict and tragedy Sam faces with being Captain America. Both are welcome additions to the MCU timeline, setting up for newer things to come in Phase 4 Movies.

6 - The hero wins the fight, but not the day

Winning isn't always winning, as Wanda and Sam would discover upon the finale of their respective shows. Wanda defeats Agatha and Hayward is forced to face his crimes, but she has also come to terms with the face that the Hex must go, and in turn her family with it. While the Hex has freed all its residents, Wanda knows that she's not on anyone's good side either with the people she subconsciously enslaved. Sam gets it a little better, he's recognized himself as Captain America and given a patented 'Cap-speech', but he was unable to save Karli Morgenthau from being killed, someone who he was once so close to reaching and sympathized heavily with. Although the Super Soldier threat is neutralized, the Flag Smashers' ideals will live on to further radicalize itself, and its vision will further sow conflict and division.

5 - (Mostly) Bigger Roles for old MCU Side Characters

Never one to shy past their crossovers, Wandavision and Falcon & the Winter Soldier both brought back side characters - some more obscure than others - from older films to gel into the plot. WandaVision brought back Darcy from the Thor franchise and Jimmy Woo from Ant Man & the Wasp to great comedic effect, fans already wanting a spin-off with them and possibly Monica - who may also count but technically not the same actress, the same can be said for 'Pietro' too. Falcon & the Winter Soldier stayed primarily in their lane of Captain America movies; with Batroc and Sharon both debuting in Winter Soldier and Dora Milaje's Ayo debuting in Civil War, while it was less comedic, the story was more interwoven with them since they all had ties to the main two characters.

4 - [Person] is obviously [Character]

Possibly a bit of a narrative backdrop, or maybe years of MCU has clued us in on a plot twist a mile away, but both shows also were unable to hide well that Agnes from WandaVision and Sharon from Falcon & Winter Soldier were in fact Agatha Harkness and the Power Broker. It's not to say that knowing ruined the story, it just felt more of a 'when' rather than an 'if'. The main difference though is that Sharon managed to keep her villainy secret, and remains that way, while Agatha went too far in trying to take Wanda's power rather than help her with it and has now become stuck as Agnes instead.

3 - New Blood coming on the Hero Scene

While the shows already did their job in setting up Wanda and Sam as big league heroes, they also looked a bit more in establishing new blood too. WandaVision established the potential for the twin Maximoff boys to grow into Wiccan and Speed - once Wanda finds a way to re-canonize them, Falcon & the Winter Soldier also made sure to introduce Elijah Bradley, Isaiah's grandson, which may also aid in establishing a Young Avengers team - what with Kate Bishop also soon to appear in Hawkeye. WandaVision also created the origin for Monica Rambeau, having her body altered by the Hex, which will likely be furthered in Captain Marvel 2, Falcon & the Winter Soldier also established John Walker as the US Agent to leave a potential for Thunderbolts, as well as introducing Joaquin Torres - opening the possibility to have a new Falcon. While not a bad thing to set up for the future, it is interesting that both shows had exactly 3 names that could become future heroes.

2 - 'Villain' character partly redeems themselves after a Grief-Fuelled Mistake

Make no mistake, technically speaking Wanda is still a villain in WandaVision: she enslaved an entire town and suppressed them as side characters of a tv show. But the thing is that she didn't really intend to cause pain, it was an impulse action triggered by her grief. The same can be said for John Walker in Falcon & the Winter Soldier, he was already pressured by the standards being Captain America would entail and he was feeling the stress of a string of failures, a Dora Milaje humbling and a frosty reception from Steve's two close friends, juiced up on Super Soldier serum, and then his best friend just got killed because he didn't back him up, in a rage he killed a Flag Smasher with the shield - even though they were fleeing and not the one who killed Lemar, which he would lie about to Lemar's family. Despite this though, they managed to find some form of redemption, even if it was small. Wanda released the Hex and stopped Agatha from going haywire with her chaos magic, John gave up on his revenge seeking to save a truck from falling. Even though it doesn't entirely make up for what they did, it was at least a sign that they had not completely gone off the deep end...yet.

1 - Comic-Accurate Costumes

Comic costumes are always a tough one because some of the older costumes were borderline atrocious. WandaVision at the very least managed to poke fun at it with them dressing up most of the Maximoff/Vision family in their comic-accurate costumes, Speed getting a few more nods in the finale alongside Wanda's revamped and quite on the money look. In Falcon & Winter Soldier, there was accurate costuming for John Walker's US Agent look and Sam's Captain America costume, not to mention Lemar's Battlestar outfit, Zemo's mask and Batroc's jumpsuit.

Overall, it's not a bad thing that they kept these story beats, but it may be worth trying to avoid some of these in later tv show plot points so that it doesn't appear repetitive and formulaic. These shows have been great, so let's keep that momentum going.

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babysprouseisart · 4 years

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Honestly more things are pointing to a permanent separation for SH. No indications of any reconciliation sadly. And it makes it even harder without the confirmation. I guess when they start to get papped with their new SOs will be the day that it is confirmed they are done. And I hope it is soon. This push and pull with them is exhausting

Good day, anon, and welcome to hell. Screams for help will not save you, alas, because when it comes to a topic in which I am 99, 9% sure, I have no equals. I'm sorry you probably got the wrong address, but it's too late. I am merciless and bloodthirsty with anyone who tries to contradict my faith, tries to correct my point of view and convince me of their own, although I did not give it a reason. Because it's my fucking blog where I for x-billionth time has already expressed my exact points and agreed with some people which think and proved the exact opposite to all that you are saying. So be prepared to be slowly but surely tortured by my long ass post.

So, let's start with what I said about my blog: only good vibes here. I am not interested/concerned about other opposite/negative feedings. I just don't want to make a big deal about it. Here, in my blog, we support Lili Pauline Reinhart and Cole Mitchell Sprouse in any case as couple as well as individuals.

This means that under no circumstances do we talk about them, their relationships, their projects, their family, or their decisions in a negative way. Yes, we may disagree with something they do, where they do it, and how they do it (what they post, what they like/don't like, write or repost, who they meet, with whom they decide to be, live and communicate with, what they archive/unarchive, and so on), but we do not have the right to judge them or decide how to act. We also can't control it and it's none of our business.

I repent if I once made the appearance of a person condemning one of them or their family for their actions and possible causes of the separation, it was only my objective external disagreement, points and thoughts aloud, nothing more rude, involved and inappropriate. And I think with many of my words said earlier (or the words of those I follow and reblog their posts) about the behavior of family/friends of Lili, Cole, and so on, people with brains and common sense could agree. Remember this, or write it on your forehead, so that the next time you write to me, you will see these words.

Moving on, taking into account all of the above, I would like to tell you that it probably won't be enough for one blog to explain to you point by point all my beliefs and points of view on this subject, to prove to you that every fucking word you say is illogical shit and the most real nonsense. It feels like you're an alien who fell from another planet and decided to crawl into our hole with your impressions of a newborn baby who doesn't understand much about the world and its creators. Although in this case, I'm more of the opinion that you are a little asshole, in which the vein of hatred is boiling and you like to come to this and some other blogs to tell us your agenda although we have no idea where you have such rash thoughts, perhaps you have an extra chromosome? Dude, treat your paranoia.

Further, given that I don't have much time and desire to describe all my points of view point by point, which, unlike your random set of words, really makes sense for hundreds or even thousands of people who have the gray matter to be able to think, I will attach my long - standing post, indicating all the facts at that time proving the opposite to yours. Although, I will try to supplement everything else as much as I can.

While, we all ( I hope) already realized and accepted that for many reasons, during this quarantine, Lili and Cole had some problems, were distant and ended up apart for a certain period of time, immediately after the end point of the explosion and informing us of all these public actions on social media (I hope you understand), then after a few weeks, they were already confidently moving towards resolution and recovery and that's why:

https://babysprousehart.tumblr.com/post/618026656780648448/hello-i-hope-this-doesnt-come-off-negatively

This was written long before, but still has many valid points and I just want to widen some of them.

Take a sit and follow me word by word.

I shall start my addition of evidence, based on all the guesses and great opinions of others, as well as hints from the Lili and Cole themselves. I would like to start with a significant event and the day when Lili posted a photo from the Antelope Valley on April 28th, well, or 27th, depending on where you are.

Perhaps we lose some missing pieces in this puzzle and forget about something that was done earlier, but I just want to start counting from this moment.

A few facts about this photo/photos:

1) It was posted exactly 3 years later from their famous photoshoot, when very, very, very many people, mostly in media, began to suspect that there is something between them in a romantic way. It was exactly in the same place, exactly with the same style, exactly in a similar image (waving curly hair, light flying dress, black and white effect) and even without a capture. The picture marked the anniversary and is very important for the two of them. An undeniable fact, beat me.

2) That photo was definitely taken by Cole. Why?

Here are a couple more facts in addition to the first:

They have the quality of captured on professional camera.

You can see, that Lili did not tag the photographer and said jokingly that the photo was taken by Milo, why would she lie, or hide that it was anyone else, because clearly she just hid that because it was Cole.

You may have noticed that Austin, when asked who took the photo, whether she took it and whether she is a good photographer, says no and her reaction with a grin and laugh is priceless. She also didn't tag nor the photographer, neither Lili in her photos from there.

You can watch the vlog in the Colleen blog and see there are very similar figures to Cole, Lili and Milo walking along the valley, because, duh, they were there.

You can view her post, where you can see Cole from the back (notice his dark clothing, the same as on one of his post in the profile, which he has already deleted, as well as his position from which the photo of Lili was supposedly taken and it is just in the same place).

You can observe his style of photography and how similar the theme is to the photos from 2017.

You can see the same poppy behind his ear in one of the past stories.

You may have noticed that the photo of Lili is processed with the same effect as several photos in Cole's profile, and I can tell you as an amateur photo editor that it is very identical.

Question: why arrange such a significant photoshoot with your ex after a few weeks of separation? Why is Cole smiling in a photo (black and white one with a mustache and black clothes) probably taken there? Why is everything so secretive if they broke up? Why even post a photo that your ex-boyfriend definitely took? How can you calmly go to this place, which reminds you of your joint travels with your former lover? Therefore, this photo and later another one from there were the first iron arguments in confirming the improvement of things.

I would like to continue with another ironclad proof.

Lili in early may very fiercely, after a few weeks of Cole's statements about slander and threats, which she did not respond to so clearly at the time, defended Cole and pointed out the private relationship and literally said that people should stop it and even though should hurt and bully her, but not him.

Question: did she defend her ex so publicly? Would Lili talk about a private relationship if that was the way her past relationship was most often? Would she have written anything at all if she didn't care about him and didn't feel something towards him? I don't think so, so it's gibberish to say so (about the break up) when it's the second unquestionable argument.

Next, we need to talk about the general activity of Cole and Lili in social media. I just want to list some observations, in different order, but it seems like everything we have now:

If earlier it was visible in the posts of Lili that it was clearly a show off, then over time and after the published photos, she began to behave more sincerely and tenderly, began to publish Milo less, began to say that there was only the two of them less, has stopped showing how good she is without certain someone, as if for Cole showing that she could cope without him, which was visible in the posts and stories, she began to talk more about improving her mental health as a result of training, spoke about how later she was feeling better and that she was grateful for those who were with her and difficult times and in light moments, that you just need to live and enjoy.

Additionally, I can say how she shone with each photo, and it was a natural glow of happiness and settling down. She no longer sang sad songs or posted sad songs, on the contrary, posted sexy, funny and relaxed ones. She appeared more in photos taken by paparazzi. She posted sexy, energetic, romantic movies, funny cartoons, watched funny clips, was excited about her project, laughed, danced with her dog, played with a dog with macaroni, cosplayed Willy Wonka (we all have a feeling it’s Cole’s thing, no?), playing with sand, puzzles, posted funny memes in story, which unfortunately coolly accepted as the opposite, posted a poem with a typo and funny answered to a fan who corrected it, told more about poems and attached a photo with a fragment of a poem about love from her upcoming book. She liked some photos from the anniversary of the last episode of the series, where we remember there was a hot scene of her and Cole's character, she liked a Bughead drawing. Yesterday, she actually posted one of the sexiest videos that will not be posted, being single and lonely, we saw that she actually spent more personal time with Cole (I am not saying they weren’t doing t back then), which was investigated thanks to many amazing people here, and even if they don't live together yet, they are more likely to meet and have met with each other, and more hints on sexy times (because, come one, maybe Milo was the one who left a hickey on her neck, huh?), which is undeniable, just compare the fact that she is no longer in the old rental, and he is not in Kj's house, she then posted a photo from some place, which is very similar to where Cole shot a video with Jimmy Fallon.

He also began to be more active in social networks, exactly after she started posting photos of the Antelope Valley, he posted a series of photos of the kissing couple, even if it was a gay drawings, they were filled with love, there was a photo of him with cattle with the sarcastic caption, then the photo about porn bots, with funny ask to leave him alone and saying it’s not allowed to be horny on quarantine, again a photo of himself with heart eyes that I talked about above, he posted a very funny video recently. There were more photos from the paparazzi after some time when Lili's usually flashed, and then it stopped, then his humorous photo in the washing machine appeared, which she probably had taken, and why so I explained in the attached post, he posted a photo from the walk, which was also probably taken with her, because again, she had a similar location, then he jokingly called Tommy ‘the’ muse, maybe roasting fans, but he didn’t use ‘my’, so, indicating he still has his own muse, then we saw him at that damn party, which caused people's panic, although he is an ordinary person and has the right to relax, and by the way at this party he was very happy and frisky, but nothing bad or shameful happened and he is innocent, then we even saw Cole, after Lili, delete many of the photos, although he had also unarchived some of them several times, as she had, which means that he did not delete them completely, but just removed many of them, leaving the most tender photo after or before the kiss at the famous moment when Lili wanted a toast and eggs at 1 am, or many photos reflecting her body, which also marks not a bad phenomenon, but a simple trolling from them. Proof of this trolling and unarchiving is on the vastness of other blogs and on Twitter, thanks to that girl's video.

The way their condition and activity on social networks have changed is very noticeable and is also third undeniable fact of denial of the break up. You can compare photos of Cole taken by Alex, where he is clearly very sad and depressed, because it was taken somewhere in the interval of their real breakup. And compare this with his smiling and playful state during the interview with Jimmy, where he also sparkled with happiness and fun, constantly smiling and seemed to be aroused about something (or someone). I think even a newcomer will notice a change in their mood and attitude. You will see the difference. And this does not happen when going through the break up after 4 years of deeply imbued with love relationships. Please understand, damn it.

I have listed alas not everything that speaks so vividly about things going in the right positive direction and is evidence that everything is getting better again, there will be only more I assure you and you will kiss my ass, as Cole said.

Execution cannot be pardoned.

You have one attempt to put a comma and decide your fate, but I think you’ll fail because you are a total sucker anyway.

Bye!

#cole sprouse #lili reinhart #sprousehart #sprousehart positivity #sh positivity #bughead #only good vibes here #positivity #anon hate #anon ask #ask #cole and lili #relationship #break up #not a break up #shut up dumbass

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mysticaltigersorceress · 4 years

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(Cute) Harbingers of Chaos

A/n: So this is my piece for @some-piece‘s AU challenge!! My choice of characters was: Silvers Rayleigh, Shanks, Wire, Kuzan (Aokiji), and Shachi. I’m going to do a (college) library AU. All fluff and fun, no warnings!! this turned out long than i meant lol, but most is under the cut. feel free to add to the masterlist basi uwu

Word Count: 1.8k (i know, i thought it was gonna be shorter, but then, well, whoops lol)

Notes: Shachi x Reader (vaguely lol), gender neutral reader, and 2nd person pov

Summary: Reader works in college library, chaos caused by adorableness, Bepo is a massive pupper lol, plans went askew

AO3: Find it here on archive uwu

When you began your shift at the New World University Library, things started off as per usual. Armed with mints in your pocket and a single earbud in your ear, you started on your to do list, first of which was shelving books. Making your rounds through the library, you gave a few smiles and half waves to some of the students you recognized, but soon enough, you were lost in the music and books. Things were going quite smoothly too, that is, until a tall ginger in a whale hat dragged you out of your world, literally.

He yanked you around the corner of the shelf with a crazed look on his face and frantically looked around before crouching down and grabbing you by both shoulders.

“You work here, right? Have you seen a tall guy in a white hat? Super scrawny, possibly high and definitely needs to lay off the coffee?”

“Sorry, what? I- no. Could you–” A loud BOOOOF cut you off, and all the blood drained from Whale-hat’s face. He released you and rocketed away faster than a bar of soap in the bath, cursing about flightless wanna-be posh birds. Not quite knowing what else to do, you sprinted after him.

Students were fleeing the plaza at the center of the library, while just as many flocked in with their phones to film whatever was happening. Whale-hat was shoving his way through the throng and you dived after him, apologizing to the disgruntled students as you went.

Whale-hat broke free of the crowd before you, and the people cut off your escape before you could follow. You could hear someone yelling about wasted food, a bunch of incoherent shouting, and a frick ton of barking for somewhere any animals besides service dogs were not supposed to be. You weren’t exactly sure what was happening, but it smelled of trouble, and you could get in a LOT of trouble if this didn’t get resolved quickly!

“COMING THROUGH!” You held your arms around your face and bulldozed through the last students in your way, breaking out into the open–

Something big and heavy to slammed you to the ground, gave you a few licks and ran across you.

“POLAR BEAR!” One shadow jumped over you, quick as a whip.

“THAT'S A DOG IDIOT!” Another shadow soared overhead. “STOP CHASING HIM, HE THINKS THIS IS A GAME!”

“Oh my god, are you okay? I’m so fucking sorry about this!” Whale-hat paused his pursuit just long enough to help you up and make sure you could see straight. “PENG YOU IDIOT, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO KEEP HIM OUTSIDE!”

“LET’S SEE YOU TRY TO CONTROL AN EXCITED DOG WHO WEIGHS AS MUCH AS YOU!!!”

Whale-hat ran off after you assured him you were fine, and you took in the scene before you. (Properly this time, no giant dogs to obstruct the view).

The dog in question (definitely able to be confused for a polar bear by size alone) was bounding joyously throughout the plaza, making new friends who would give him pets before he noticed the meat-kid and scamper excitedly away again. Behind Meat-kid were Whale-hat and his friend, trying desperately to call over the dog.

“IS THAT YOUR SHITTY DOG!?” A blonde guy yelled from across the plaza, remnants of a meal scattered around his feet. “IT JUST ATE ALL OF OUR DAMN FOOD!” Why had they decided to have a picnic in the library? And why was the dog close enough to raid their picnic?

“COME HERE POLAR BEAR!” The meat-kid got close enough he dived for the dog. You thought he would actually catch the dog, but the dog dodged at the last second, leaving a student available for meat-kid to tackle instead. You barely held back a snort at the sight of limbs flailing askew and they disappeared from view.

You scowled to compose yourself and took a deep breath; this had gone on long enough. Crossing the plaza, you snatched part of the lost meal and whistled and made some kissy noises. “Here boy! Come here! Want some food?” You patted your leg excitedly and crouched down, trying to lure the fluff monster over.

By some miracle, he heard you over all the noise and bounded over to you, graciously gobbling up the treat and basking while you showered him in rubs and praise (and took a hold of his collar). Whale-hat and his friend wheezed as they ran up to you, gasping out apologies and thanks as they reattached the leash and tied it to their belt. Was– was that a great idea?

“YOUR POLAR BEAR STOLE MY MEAT!” The meat-kid bounced back over to them, hunger and indignation emblazoned across his face. (Talk about the living embodiment of hangry.)

“That's a dog Strawhat-ya." From behind Strawhat came a tall lanky man with bags the size of hammocks under his eyes, freshly soaked in coffee and wearing a white fuzzy cap.

White hat. Tall. Probably needs to lay off the coffee. "Is that–"

"LAW! There you are!" Whale-hat laughed and interrupted you, "We were just taking Bepo out for a walk! And we brought you some–"

Law pulled something out of his pocket and chucked it in the opposite direction. Bepo bolted away faster than a squirrel in a nut factory, dragging poor Whale-hat’s friend behind him. You watched alarmed as the dog/human sled combo created a scene which reminded you of bowling pins in a bowling alley. Law then held out his hand expectantly; Whale-hat swallowed hard and reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet and a pack of... salted licorice? He handed the candy and a few bills over, and the lanky zombie disappeared with Strawhat bouncing after him.

What on earth was happening?

"Oi, shithead! What are you gonna do about my ruined food!? Poor Nami-san and Robin-chan are gonna starve because of you and your shitty mutt!" The blonde growled at Whale-hat, glaring him down in a way that might have been scary, had he not been several inches shorter than the one he was yelling at.

"A, that's not my dog, and B, if Bepo wanted to eat it, then it probably tastes like shit anyway!"

They both started arguing loudly over each other, and you buried your face in your hands. This certainly wasn’t how you wanted today to go. But now, it was time to get this mess straightened out.

"Alrighty boys, listen here,” you growled, “I will look over you," you pointed harshly at the blondie, "having food in the library and I will look over you," you poked Whale-hat in the chest, "having a dog in the library if you both get this mess cleaned up. NOW."

Both their eyes went wide and they lowered their heads and apologized before scampering away to clean up the spilled food. That’s odd, you never thought you were that intimidat–

“Sorry for the trouble,” an arm wrapped around your shoulder and you found yourself looking at the face of a very cute girl with orange hair, “I’ll make sure those idiots make it up to you.” She winked then strutted away.

You blinked as she disappeared. What the hell just happened? Could this day get any weirder? You shook your head and went to monitor the boys as they cleaned up. Several minutes of cleaning (and attempted flirting on the blonde’s part) later, the floor was clean, and you left them to pick up where you left off in your regular librarian duties.

Days later, you hadn’t run into any of them again, (though you think you might’ve seen Law passed out in the medical section), and it was all starting to feel like a weird fever dream.

That is, until you received a text from an unknown number while you were at work in the library.

This you? (Accompanied by a gif of you, being tackled by a big white furry smudge.)

It looked hilarious, but you were torn between laughing and wanting to cry. Was this all over the internet now? Were you a meme?

You could just say no, wrong number… But what were the chances some random stranger had a gif of the incident and then texted you?

Maybe. Who’s asking?

The typing symbol appeared and disappeared several times, but after a few minutes it didn’t appear. Well that was anticlimactic.

“Uh, hi. Sorry, I just wanted to check if the number Nami gave me was right, or if she was just trolling me.” A voice came from behind you and there he was: Whale-hat! Wait, who the heck was Nami, and how had she gotten your number to pass along?

“Who gave you my number?”

“The girl with the orange hair from the other day?” He frowned. “You didn’t give her your number?”

“Not that I recall…”

“Oh.” His eyes kept meeting yours then darting away again and he shuffled on the spot. You decided to have a little mercy on him.

“I never caught your name,” you extended your hand and introduced yourself properly.

“Ah, shit! I’m Shachi. Sorry about what happened the other day. We didn’t expect Bepo to cause such a mess.” He scratched the back of his neck and gave you an apologetic bow.

“It’s not your fault those students thought having a picnic in the library was a good idea,” you chuckled. “By the way, is your friend okay? The one who got dragged away?”

“Oh, Penguin’s fine! A couple of bruises and stuff, but he’ll live.”

“So, where did you get that gif?”

“Oh, you haven’t seen?” He pulled his phone out of his pocket, “Someone got a good video of the whole thing and it’s already got about half a million hits! I can send the link if you…” He trailed off remembering this might not be something you wanted to be famous for.

“Right, um…” Shachi blushed and shoved his phone back in his pocket. “I actually was here more than just to apologize and show you embarrassing gifs of yourself.” He tucked his hands behind his back and glanced around. “I mean, it can be part of the apology but I was going to ask if I could get you coffee or something sometime but if you don’t want to that’s fine. Nami was threatening me that I need to be a gentleman– BUT NOT TO ASK YOU OUT, I wanted to do that anyway before this whole fiasco happened, but then you know, this happened, and I–”

“You’re asking me on a date?” you felt the corner of your mouth twitch up.

“I– yes?” He smiled nervously at you.

You couldn’t help a small giggle. This felt waaayyyy too much like a scene from a bad fanfic, but it still made your heart go uwu.

“Okay. I have to get back to work, but text me later and we work out a time.” You waved and pushed your cart away. A wide grin split his face in two, and he waved back before running giddily away.

~~~

“I told you the Bepo plan was a sure fire way to get a date!”

*THWACK*

“That wasn’t how the Bepo plan was supposed to go! You owe me big time!”

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complicatedandstained · 4 years

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Not sure if you're doing the fanfic writer Friday, so no pressure, but I wanted to do my ask back. What inspired your different WIPs/ how did you come up with the ideas?

Aw thank you <3 I am always ready to talk about my WIPs.

Indulge Me

Akurokusai has been taking up space in the back of my noggin since I saw a piece of modern AU-ish fanart about it like a year ago. I was like the embodiment of the “Is this allowed?” meme. More recently, I’ve wanted to have soriku in my Hot Topic fic since I first started writing it, (I took them out of the tags since I haven’t gotten there yet still and felt like a liar, but you know, they will be eventually), and then I was entertaining the idea of having sorikai instead. But I had to stop and ask myself if sorikai, why not akurokusai? But akurokusai feels incredibly out of character for the Hot Topic fic, so I started thinking about a situation in which akurokusai would work for me.

I decided that it would have to start with both Roxas and Isa separately dating Axel, because they understand how much the other means to him. They grow to mutually respect each other and gradually become friends and eventually have spent so much time together that they are completely at home to the point where Axel would walk in to find Roxas platonically cuddled up on Isa’s lap on the couch watching TV and not bat an eye. And eventually one day they would just realize that--oh--they were also in love. (And of course Axel would find this all incredibly sexy, because it’s Axel.) Anyway, shaky and your Grass is Greener fics and art (and writing Every Rose) brought the idea back into my head and my brain would not quit with the ‘platonic’ couch cuddling, but I also wanted to try to write smut again, so I started this. But instead I ended up trying to depict this whole triad relationship that I had in my head, which kind of morphed into this fic, although it’s maybe not as drawn out and romantic as in my head, because I’m trying not to start any more epic novel WIPs atm.

Rules of Engagement

With my full time job now, I’m trying to do more short fics that I can finish (you know, hypothetically) and I wanted to try to do at least one of the Akuroku Week prompts, so I picked ‘wedding,’ because I loved the idea of (SPOILERS) Axel explaining to Roxas what a wedding is and Roxas in essence responding to all the different details with ‘so, we’ve been married for a while then? Because we’ve already done all that.’

And I had Post-KH3 on the brain because I was oscillating between wanting to write a dark or mild fic about the recompleted Org members moving to Radiant Garden to try and restart their lives (in the dark fic, after being put on trial with some kind of truth serum for their crimes against the universe which causes drama and mistrust and imprisonment and such). Anyway, I decided the lighter version with the Sponsors of Light would fit better for this prompt. The idea for the Sponsors of Light just, I guess, because I think having a supportive sponsor seemed like it would be a really effective healing technique IRL. Axel has a forge because I saw a man make a nail in a forge once in middle school at the local Maple Syrup Festival and never stopped thinking about how bad ass it was. And… Yeah, I think that’s all I’ve got on this one.

The Poker Night That Never Was

Inspired by Luxord’s line in Days about losing half the poker league when the Castle Oblivion squad is sent off, and inspired by my love of all things pirates and the countless pirate books I have read in my life, most recently Treasure Island.

Somebodies

Before KH3 came out, I made it my mission to try and catch up on KH after like, years and years, so I played games and watched them on YouTube, *but* there was this empty void of Axel and Saix and the other former Radiant Garden resident Org members’ backstories. And I had read that Nobodies don’t age, which would mean that Axel and Saix were in their upper teens/early twenties when they became Nobodies, so I made up an elaborate backstory in my head about their life and relationship in Radiant Garden and how they get mixed up with the heart experiments and became Nobodies. If I didn’t know something or forgot something, I just made it up for myself. I had been reading a lot of KH fanfiction at that point and decided to try writing one for myself about all the Radiant Garden headcanons brewing in my head.

The Other Day at Hot Topic

I think I was just scrolling through tumblr thinking about how much I love seeing the Org members dressed like Hot Topic models, and about how perfect their piercings and wild hair colors would fit. I started writing a quick post about the Kingdom Hearts characters working at the mall, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized how well Roxas starting a job at Hot Topic could parallel him starting to work for the Organization, and I loved thinking about how all the other characters would translate over into the modern AU, and I was working at Old Navy at the time so retail was fresh on my mind, and before I knew it I was writing fic scenes instead of a quick post and I had a zillion ideas in my head.

@snowflake-of-destruction

#fic writer friday #akuroku #akusai #leaisa #kingdom hearts #asks #my writing #snowflake of destruction #soriku #sorikai #axel #roxas #saix #isa #somebodies #the other day at hot topic #the poker night that never was #rules of engagement #indulge me

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spaceskam · 4 years

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Can we have a part 2 for the insecure new years pleas e? :3

part 1

“I believe this is yours.”

Michael squinted his eyes as he threw open the door to the airstream. Alex was standing outside, the blanket he’d borrowed all folded up. He looked significantly more put together than he’d seen him two nights prior which was fantastic. The only bad thing was it was ridiculously early in the morning.

“You didn’t have to come bring it back to me this early, Alex,” Michael said, rubbing his eyes. He didn’t even hold his arm out for the blanket. As far as he was concerned, Alex could keep it.

“No, I really think I did,” Alex sighed, holding out the blanket. Michael simply yawned and shook his head.

“Look, I don’t want it back, Alex. I told you to keep it,” he insisted. Alex got that hardened look on his face.

“No, I’m trying to be better about not thinking about romantic feelings and having a blanket that smells like you in my house is not helping, okay?” Alex elaborated. Michael’s eyebrows shot up. Considering that was probably the most straight forward Alex had ever been, he reluctantly accepted the blanket.

“Okay,” Michael said slowly.

“I’m sorry if I was too… pushy the other night. It’s kinda hazy, but I remember you being kind to me and that’s not something I take lightly. So, thank you and I’m sorry,” Alex said. Michael shrugged.

“You weren’t pushy, I promise,” Michael said. Alex gave a respectful little nod.

“So… I’ll see you around, then,” Alex said. He was walking with a purpose back to his car before Michael could think of anything to say back.

He made his way back into the airstream and brought the blanket to his nose. It smelt like Alex.

Alex kept true to his word and tried to avoid all things romantic. That’s at least what it seemed like.

Michael saw him around town, but instead of being on dates with pretty, younger men who he clearly had nothing in common with, he saw him alone. Alex had lunch alone, went to movies alone, and read books alone. Michael would say hi when he saw him, but, for the most part, he let Alex come to him whenever he wanted to talk. For the first time, Michael was watching Alex learn to be happy with himself and he wanted to respect his wishes.

It felt like a blessing, though, because that one little night had actually managed to bring them closer. While they refrained from real flirting or hanging out alone, Alex would send him random texts of things he saw and wanted to share with him. He never thought a meme about astrophysics would make his heart want to burst.

“Michael!” Alex called whenever he walked into the Crashdown. Michael’s chest filled with warmth and a smile involuntarily took over his face as he looked towards the booth where Alex was sitting. He waved him over.

“What’s up?” Michael asked as he walked to see him. He had a few empty baskets of fries, two an empty pot of coffee, a thick, open book full of highlighted lines and page tabs, and a half-melted milkshake. He’d clearly been here for a while.

“I’m reading this book and this line made me think of you and then you walked in right before I texted it to you,” Alex said, pointing at the page. Michael leaned over him and read the line highlighted in pink.

“‘I simply want to live; to cause no evil to anyone but myself’,” Michael read, huffing a laugh, “Should I be insulted?”

“No!” Alex laughed, smile easy and intoxicating, “I mean, I could be wrong with his intention, but to me, it’s literally just you. I don’t know how to explain it, it’s just you.”

“What’s pink mean?” Michael asked instead of dwelling on what that meant for too long. Alex took a deep breath.

“That’s what I highlight things that I want to tell you about so I don’t forget,” Alex said simply like that wasn’t the sweetest thing in the world. Michael bit his lip and refrained front stealing the book and cherishing every goddamn pink line. That would make him feel a little too similar to Max. Though, maybe he could get some brownie points from his brother if he saw him cherish a Tolstoy.

“Ah, well, thanks,” Michael said. Alex nodded then waved him away.

“Go get your food and do whatever, I’ve got a book to read.”

Michael didn’t argue.

Michael minded his business. He really did. He really, really tried.

“Can you please leave me alone?”

“Oh, c’mon, Alex, let me make it up to you.”

Michael watched with furrowed eyebrows as a guy hovered beside Alex’s table. Alex had his highlighter clutched in his hand, clearly trying to decide if he should pack up and leave or if he was going to stand his ground because he was there first. Instinct told Michael to go say something, but he knew that if Alex needed help‒he usually didn’t‒then he would’ve asked for it. So, instead, he sat back and watched. Sort of.

“Who is that?” he asked Liz, not even trying to pretend he wasn’t being nosy. Liz raised an eyebrow, stopping in the middle of wiping the tables.

“That’s that guy,” she said after realizing he still expected an answer.

“Real specific, Liz, thanks.”

“You know, that guy. The one who left him at that fucking club on New Year’s,” Liz informed. Anger filled his system as he looked back to Alex and the random guy that was very clearly an asshole. Michael couldn’t help but picture the look on Alex’s face that night. He’d been so upset‒too upset.

“You forgot me at a club, Eli, there’s nothing you can do to make that up to me,” Alex said, doing his best to act like he wasn’t paying attention all while Michael contemplated telekinetically making Eli’s pants fall to the ground. Sure, it was childish, but it was effective.

“And you’ve ghosted me for weeks, so it feels even,” Eli said which made Alex scoff, “C’mon, we’re good together.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“No, I want to talk.”

“Well, I don’t, so leave,” Alex said firmly. Michael was chewing on his lip so hard he almost broke the skin. He wanted to help. He turned to Liz.

“Make a cup of water,” he told her. She furrowed her eyebrows.

“What? Why?”

“Just make a cup of water so I can go pretend to have a reason to butt in,” Michael said. She pursed her lips and gave him that look. “I’m not gonna do anything other than that, I promise.”

Reluctantly, she got him a glass of water that he took with a smile.

Alex’s conversation with Eli was just getting heated whenever Michael strolled up and sat the glass in front of him. They both shut up, though Alex shot him an annoyed glare.

“Can I get anything else for you, sir?” Michael asked, forcing a smile as he kept his attention on Alex. Alex’s look softened just a little.

“No, I was just leaving. Could you tell Liz to put my order on my tab? I’ll pay tomorrow,” Alex said, taking the excuse to gather his things and head out. Michael blocked Eli’s way from following him directly.

“And can I get anything for you?” Michael said, knowing his smile was a little extra cynical as he faced the fresh-out-of-college party twink. Maybe he was biased, but he couldn’t figure out why Alex even wanted to go out with him in the first place.

“No, move,” Eli said, trying to follow Alex.

Thankfully, his car was gone by the time he got out there.

“I didn’t need saving.”

“Good morning to you too,” Michael yawned, rubbing his fist over his eye as he looked at Alex who was standing at his airstream at a ridiculous time of morning again.

“Stop, you should’ve let me handle him yesterday. I-I don’t need some knight in shining armor, I’m independent and I can take care of myself,” Alex said, sounding awfully like he was listing points from memory. Michael shrugged a shoulder.

“I know you can, but that guy was gonna cause a scene. And it’s not like I did anything directly, I just gave you a way out. The guy was clearly an asshole,” Michael explained. Alex still had his angry little face on that really seemed to be forced. “I’m not gonna apologize for giving you an out. You could’ve stayed and argued if you wanted.”

“I don’t need you, Michael,” Alex said. It hurt, he couldn’t lie, but he chose to take a deep breath instead.

“I know you don’t,” he said.

They stared at each other for a moment in complete silence. Michael had no idea what was going through his mind, but he wondered if this was it. Had he finally fucked up for good? Wouldn’t that be hilarious that if his biggest, most monumental fuck up was simply trying to be nice. Except it wouldn’t be funny because that meant losing all the sweet messages he’d gotten used to, all the messages that were simply just an ‘hey, I’m thinking about you’. He didn’t want to lose that. It honestly might be worse than losing him the first time.

“Do you still love me?” Alex asked instead of insisting that they cut off all communication, “That night, you said you loved me. Is that still true?”

Michael scoffed, “I love you more now than I did that night.”

Alex gulped slowly before readjusting his stance and raising his chin. He looked so official and adorable. Michael slowly let the hope fill him once again. “Then can I have your blanket back?”

“You can have whatever you want, Alex,” Michael laughed. Licking his lips, Alex nodded.

“Then I want you to take me on a date. A real date. Not a club, not a hookup, not even like a fancy over the top romantic date‒a normal date. Like, standard dinner and a movie type of date. Can we do that?” Alex asked. Michael’s heart thudded harder in his chest and he fought a smile.

“So you’re not mad at me?” he clarified.

“I just needed you to know that I don’t need you before I asked you out so you didn’t think I was caving,” Alex explained. Michael grinned and shook his head.

“You’re ridiculous,” Michael said, slowly stepping down from the airstream, “And of course I’ll take you on a date. Just, hopefully not at this early in the morning.”

“Right, right,” Alex said, relaxing with an exhale and a smile, “I just can convince myself to do shit earlier because I haven’t had time to think about it.”

“I get it,” Michael agreed, “So… tonight?”

Alex bit down on his lip and nodded. “Tonight.”

“And… you wanna come in?” Michael asked. Alex stared at him for a moment, took a deep breath, and nodded.

God bless a confident man.

#malex #malex fic #michael guerin #michael guerin fic #alex manes #alex manes fic #roswell new mexico #roswell new mexico fic #rnm #rnm fic #my fic #prompts

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princelee-chang · 4 years

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chang for the character meme ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Why I like them there’d been no one on his side since he was a lonely scared boy in the palace but it didnt stop him from being there for his people over and over again. he saved his kingdom by listening to his people, the commoners, whom he respected and valued, those lower than him in status, who’d been forgotten, used, ignored and written off. he kicked down nobles to the ground and called them / o u t / in broad daylight left and right. he refused for Anyone to die for his sake regardless of their social status. he was inexperienced, sheltered and unprepared to lead and protect and didnt always have all the answers, yet did what he Could do in the circumstances and Grew into his role of king even if he had to learn the hard way. also l i s t e n hes a handsome noble prince, a skilled swordsman a hero whos all heart and a lil bit of a mischievous shit honestly not only up my alley but down my driveway all the way up to the front DOOR i never a CHANCE your h o n or this was never a fair fight i -

Why I don’t not to be a copy cat but theres also nothing i dont like about chang. even his ~flaws~ only serve to make me love him more. hes naive, idealisitc and emotional. even when he was being a spoiled lil shit in the beginning had its Charms and also added to him as a whole bec i think without that starting point in the beginning of s1, you wouldnt have fully appreciated how much he grew and how far we went at the end of s2. and it made him human. most prince archetypes are either like too campy in their rogueish and r E b e L L i O u S behavior or too Good and Altruistic and Perfect to the point where theyre like too distant and difficult to relate too. i like that chang wasnt always selfless and that he gives in so readily to his emotions. also i love how hes still so clueless and awkward and so Young in the ways of the outside world and so sheltered he knows how to navigate the world of politics and snakes and can cut down zombies left and right but he cant fish hes hopeless outside the palace walls skdhfalsk

Favorite episode (scene if movie) his crowning moment imho is s2ep6 where he specifically told them to choose mu yeongs son over him, told the historians to erase everything he did from the history books. he was willing to let go of what could have been his legacy all to ensure the safety, peace and stability of his kingdom and his people by taking himself out of the narrative, by sparing a life and not wanting power for himself. the haewon cho clan was so obsessed with legacy and power and lineage that they stole a child, murdered women and children, caused a famine and a plague,used the sick and dying to win a war and resurrected and demoralized the kings and innocents bodies and lied and did horrible selfish things in the name of the kingdom to ensure their bloodline. and here comes lee chang who didnt want the throne which is what he was told would be the only thing that wouldve ensured his life and he gave all that up HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Favorite season/movie SEASON 2 hands DOWN. even though it’s also the most cruel season to chang losing all the people he loved one after the other, it was SUCH a sight to see him slowly but surely step UP and fully embrace his role as King. plus so much sword action i just - [ s c r e a m ]

Favorite line my man is always delivering dramatic ass speeches and spirit stirring monologues like his life Depends on it and i honestly i love him for it but like where do i even B E G I N. if you can, then strike me down / because i wanted to liv e/ you said i was lucky. no. i was chosen / you are not only incompetent but endlessly v i l e / im different from those who abandoned these people. i will never abandon these people / who are you to decide whom to sacrifice? / i cannt let everyone die because of an incompetent official [by what right?] i am the crown prince -

Favorite outfit the one where chang and his squad were wearing all black and he had his sword slung across his back i - 😳

OTP chang/yeong shin, chang/seo bi, chang/sleep. (also i am Looking at the possibility of him and witch lady at the end of s2 >:) )

Brotp seo bi and yeong shin <3

Head Canon my man is Intelligent. my man is a Dumbass. no i will not elaborate <3

Unpopular opinion poppular consensus wanted him to be king and i did too but actually it would have been a nice way to further his arc and make it all come full circle if he had stayed in hanyang with mu yeongs son since chang was a boy all alone in the palace with three failed father figures/mentors and he’d be the mentor he wished he had. plus the idea of chang, yeong sin and seo bi raising their boy king together is T_T

A wish for him to get some sleep, some rest, to be happy pls T_T

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen CAN THE PEOPLE HE LOVES STOP DYING IN HIS ARMS OR LEAVINIG HIM THAT WOULD BE GR8 THX

5 words to best describe them compassionate. benevolent. honorable. idealistic. Handsome ™

My nickname for them everyone on the show calls him Your Highness or Your Majesty so its special to me just calling him chang <3

#maiaanswers #asks #THANK YOU JO ILYYYYYYYYYY <33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 #sorry it took so long though T_T sdfhskhfsdkjfsf

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diveronarpg · 4 years

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Congratulations, BRIDGET! You’ve been accepted for the role of POMPEY. Admin Minnie: I had some trouble writing Piero in the beginning; in fact, I rewrote him a few times because I couldn’t find the right words to describe the core of him. But you, Bridget, nailed it exactly in ways that I had not even seen myself. You made him utter real — sometimes uncomfortably so, all of that feeling and pride, As I was reading your application, I immediately felt like he was already yours. I really tried to pick out my favorite line in your application, the detail that really drove it home for me — but the truth is, Bridget, you won me over so thoroughly that I love it all. I cannot wait to see you on our dash again, Bridget, and I’m so happy you’re back! Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Bridget

Age | Twenty-two

Preferred Pronouns | She/they

Activity Level | I’m either gonna be on every three minutes or three days apart, there is no in between, but I promise to keep my activity constant and in line with your standards and let it be known if I am having any struggles with meeting them.

Timezone | EST

How did you find the rp? | Hazel

IN CHARACTER

Character | Pompey ; Piero Montrelle Ruiz

Piero ; italian: rock

Montrelle ; italian: mountain

Ruiz ; spanish: famous ruler

What drew you to this character? |

Listen, I made a meme when I was apping Hazel, Imma show y’all right now:

It’s a dumb meme and I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but share it.

I honestly play characters like Piero more than I play nicer, more morally-sound characters like Hazel, but I wanted to try something new, so ultimately I decided to pursue Hazel at the time. That said, as much as I love Hazel and would love to write her again, I kept thinking about Piero and his youth and ambition, and so now here we are, me obsessed and wanting to write him.

Okay, rambling ? Done. Let’s do this.

Something about Piero just screamed to me boy king, and that’s just my style. It was in the way he put himself above other children, his pride and his ego. He was born to be something and, in his youth, before he knew of his parents’ empire, before they told him who he was meant to be, he was searching for it. He couldn’t find in it eager kiddy games, he couldn’t find it in chit chat or childhood experiences. But there was something that rushed through him when he saw them stumble, he found satisfaction in figuring things out ages before them. It was in feeling better than them, feeling stronger and superior, and — simply, just being better. He had no time for laughter, for foolishness. What was the point of that, if not to waste time ? ( He was a mean boy, but his parents never pushed him not to be. If he caused another to bleed, it was their fault for not defending themselves. If his whispers of cruel words caused them to weep, they needed to strengthen their mental fortitude. No fault was to be found in Piero ).

I also want to pinpoint there’s something about Piero that also reads naivety to me. He considers himself wise and intelligent, and to some point I do agree ( books and tutors can teach, and they do ) but there are other notions that bring out his youth. It’s in his eavesdropping on his parents — yes, he was young when it happened, but still someone wiser would have understood that some secrets are such for a reason. Instead, he lusted for the unknown, something bigger than himself ( this — as well, is something I’d like to focus on, but I’ll come back to this later. ) and he found himself frenzied until he was finally privy to the family secrets. I see him as being inexperienced, someone who doesn’t have quite the worldliness as someone twice his age or even someone who had to struggle for basic needs during their childhood.

( Also, there is the fact his parents groomed him as being special. He never earned the title, instead it was bequeathed unto him from the very start. His parents claimed he walked younger than most, talked younger than most. He excelled in classes, he excelled in his physical ability. Again and again, his parents claimed him remarkable. I think, amongst the Veronesi, it might be time for him to realize that maybe he isn’t more than his name. This probably should go under plotting but I’m imagining him seeing others with skills he was never taught, maybe those his mother would have considered barbaric and uncouth. Piero wouldn’t see that, though. He would see force and deadly talent and he would see the areas in which he holds deficits. Also, just the ability and skill that comes with time and practice beyond natural talent. I keep reminding myself that, although a little bit weary with a lot of trauma, Piero is still nineteen. I used to think that was so old and so mature, but he’s barely more than a kid. Fun Science Fact: brains aren’t developed fully until their mid-20s !!! Some studies suggest early 30s !!!! Piero hasn’t even reached 20s !!!! He’s still baby !!!!! He’s going to make mistakes and learn and he might be reluctant and angry to do ( please see trauma re: parent death and assassination attempts ) so but he’s gonna do it to better himself which is what he wants to do !!! )

Piero learned so much from his parents, from tutors and teachers alike, but there is something more about experiencing things for himself and not just from the words of others and that’s where his youth shows. The first time he fought, really fought, not for practice or for fun ( something about him just coded him as a bully in my mind, one who’d pick a fight with someone who, one, would fight back, and, two, someone he would definitely beat, but I digress ), in my mind, was when Tiberius came to kill him. There was a fight or flight reaction and he was proud and cocky and pumped up on adrenaline because — this — this was what it was all for. He fought with a flurry of fists, frenzied, wild. In that moment, he knew this for certain: Ruizes were powerful and forceful and they would not flee. If he died right then, so be it, but he wouldn’t have looked death in the face and accepted it.

Okay, so this has turned into a rambling character analysis, and I apologize because I said I was done rambling, and clearly not. That said, I don’t regret it. I just have so much passion and fervor for Piero and I could write a ton more. I might. Later. We’ll see.

I just can’t help but be captured by how striking he is. He’s new to Verona, new to this scene of criminal seediness because this is when he’s finally beginning to get his hands dirty, beyond the basics of opening his eyes. His parents were introducing him to this life, but they didn’t let him delve too deep. They were bringing him in slowly, and then they died. He had nothing right then, nothing but his name and its weight. That wasn’t enough, but his brutality was. When death came for him, it made a mark on Tiberius for him — maybe all of the Capulets, too — and now he’s determined to leave a stain on all of Verona, perhaps Spain and the rest of the world, too.

I originally saw him as something of a blank slate when it came to his being in Verona, but after thinking it through a tad more, he isn’t. His parents wrote his future for him with the very incident of his birth, and now he is filling in the blanks that have been left for him after their deaths. Verona — the Capulets — they are a step in his path to power. Here, he could find allies — he already has enemies — and he learned at a young age the value others could be in company. Over time, maybe they will see that he is someone with a bright future, someone who should be watched carefully because blink and you’ll miss his grab for something better.

He should not be overlooked and that is something I think people might do. Sure, his family had a reputation, one that might cause some pause, but they might think he isn’t them. He is young and inexperienced, but there’s a chip on his shoulder and in his mouth is a taste for blood. He won’t go down quietly or without a fight. He is watching and waiting for chance and opportunity. He’ll prove any doubter wrong, he’s sure of it with all the self-confidence and egotism a princeling could have.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

1. Emotional Motion Sickness: Something that struck me about Piero is how he once wore his emotions on his sleeve. He fought for his life, fueled by loss and grief. He has a practiced void in his eyes and locked tears away. In my mind, this is not him, it is not in his nature. He was the sort to be fueled by idle amusements, wanting satisfaction, his eagerness knowing no bounds. He feels, and he feels immensely. It could be said it’s what he does best. But now? He is quiet, showing little. It’s vacant and a little numbing, and the void in his eyes is cold and distant. What his cards are and what he intends to play are known to him and him only. I can’t help but think that maybe, one day, he is going to break, the facade dropping, eyes blazing. Anyone caught in the crossfire surely would regret their taunts and jeers.

1. I just have this vision of him snapping. It would take a lot — honestly, a lot — because he’s created this solid version of himself, almost patient, somewhat mostly obedient ( I do imagine he chafes under rules a little — more than a little bit actually, but he bites it back time and time again ) but unfeeling. Jibs and jabs don’t get to him. They seemingly roll off of his back. I have to say that isn’t the case. He’s proud and he can only take so many insults. If — actually, when — he breaks, it’s going to have been a long time coming. The facade will start to break, cracks showing in the twitch of his fingers, the tension in his jaw. Maybe it will earn him respect from those around him when he snaps and demands more for him — he’s more than just the last of the Ruizes, living off of the faded glory of their name, and he’ll be damned if he’s not allowed to show it — but maybe it will only be a reminder that he was a loose end, and he was meant to be dead to begin with.

2. Who Am I? You Decide: He comes to Verona and what’s most obvious is that he has offered himself wholly to the Capulets. It’s not what his parents did — they were owed power for their allyship while Piero is now owed nothing. At the beginning, he is dutiful and obedient. He’s got nothing to lose but he has everything to gain here. He has to prove himself, really it’s his main goal. To do this, he finally understands words his parents told him so many years ago. Detener la marea y esperarar al momento adecuado: Hold back the tide and wait for the right time. He’s trying to listen and be quiet and wait and watch, but he’s never known patience well. He acted and reacted in his youth — power and privilege granted that ability — and this restraint is taking a lot of effort.

1. The facade crumbles and falls slowly, piece by piece. It starts with remarks and quips that are a touch too dry and that have too jagged an edge to people who don’t matter. It then escalates. He tries to manipulate situations where he sees a chance to take hold. He bites when he should be muzzled ; he acts of his own accord. I have no doubt that his own desires and whims to take action will get him in trouble. He is a wicked boy and always has been, soul stained black by birthright and only darkened with time. He found thrill in other people getting hurt, whether by his hand or not. He found glee in twisting his words to twist knives in others’ hearts. Maybe he learned it from watching his parents — they were by no means good people — but maybe it was part nurture, part nature. It was fate to be bad, or at the very least unkind.

2. His true nature shows in these ways: he speaks when he shouldn’t, he becomes too comfortable around Tiberius, a man who is like a friend and a brother, but ultimately was the man who was meant to kill him. It shows in his interactions with Vivianne, charm oozing, frenetic words of grandeur and idyllic plans slipping from his lips in eager commentaries about Verona and Spain and the whole world further. He speaks to them as if they are not his betters — as if he is more than even an equal — and soon it is not only them. It will become everyone.

3. Throwing Rocks Around Your Room: Everything in his life has been destroyed or taken from him in irreparable ways. This new life, this new existence, a part of him wonders how long it will last ( there is, of course, a certainty that this has to last. It’s this life in the mobs, or death. No middle, no escape. All or nothing. Black or white ). He seems so neutral, so unmoveable, but his head is a wrecking ball. He thinks of ways to destroy not only himself but all those around him. A part of him thinks the Capulets are to blame for the ruination of his family and their name — exceedingly childish, for sure — but he wonders what it would be like to see them crumble, perhaps making a martyr of himself in the process. The one flaw to this is that he does not want to die. For what use was him surviving this long if it comes not to a head ? He needs to make a mark. He needs to be known not just by a few Capulets and other Veronesi — but by everyone. He wants parents to shiver when their babes utter his name. He wants his name in history books, imprinted on pages that will survive longer than their maker.

1. Destruction has followed Piero. At first, it was only others, starting with children who crossed him, and then it turned to the enemies of his family. He did well when it was his hand casting the stone. And then, it turned on him. His family’s empire turned from masterpiece to rubble. Another turn took and his family was whittled down to one. The idea of erupting and destroying who he thinks hurt him ? Somewhat appealing. But he can’t do it. He wants more. He’s hungry to become bigger than he is. I want him to find a way to do it ( and while he’d consider acting Brutus within the Capulets, his own pride and ambition would be champ at the bit, rendering him unable ) or at least consider his options. He’s restless as part of the Capulets. He feels like they are keeping him down, not letting him be enough.

4. I Don’t Have a Fancy Title for This One I’m Sorry: When it comes to Tiberius, Piero wants to impress him, to prove him right, that sparing him was the right choice. But at the same time, bitterness remains and finds itself seeping into his blood, the feeling intensifying, every time Piero finds himself being held back by the scruff. With his … befriending ( that isn’t the right word, and it doesn’t convey what I want to say ? Admiring ? Infatuation — not romantically, of course ) of Vivianne, he wonders if impressing her over Tiberius is the way to go. He considers ignoring Tiberius, going off on his own and making his own choices. Maybe that’s what he needs to do to shake off the status of initiate, to become a soldier.

1. tl;dr: Eventually, if Tiberius doesn’t let Piero have a little more responsibility and things to do, he’ll find someone else who will grant him that.

Current State of Being

→ Piero is trying to stay in line, keep quiet, and do what’s asked of him. But he’s antsy and he’s simmering. There’s so much he has to say ; he’s so not used to being at the bottom of the pecking order. It’s not going to last. He’s got a lot to say, he wants to do things. Sooner or later, he’s going to stop waiting for permission ( and, in turn, he’ll beg for forgiveness if need-be )

Character Goals

→ Have Piero use his voice. He stops listening to the jeers and taunts of everyone who thinks they know all there is to know about them, and he tells them off. He’s no longer silent and maybe people will look at him in a different light. Or maybe he gets in trouble. Either way would further. I’m leaning towards having him react and get angry, raising his voice in a way he shouldn’t.

→ His true nature shows. Wicked is as wicked does. He gets comfortable in Verona. He acts on instinct, he lashes out. Maybe someone gets hurt — maybe it’s him, maybe not. He starts to abuse his ability to talk to people, twisting words and twisting hearts and feelings. Manipulation is in his blood. He acts out, he steps out of line and does something for people to see him as more than just a little initiate in the Capulet’s gang.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? |

Don’t kill baby jk do it i dare you

IN DEPTH

( i’m replying to some of the questions & i did a para sample )

What is your favorite place in Verona?

He gets lost more often than he’d like. He wanders down streets he’s never gone down and through alleys with unknown endings. A part of him would be delighted if it wasn’t overtaken by the idea that he needed to know these streets better than he did. There was no time to be idle, no time to do anything with purpose. Most of the Capulets, surely the Montagues, knew this city like the back of their hands.

He wanted to know it better than they did, better than those naturally Verona-born. It was more than a want, it was a need that burned within him.

Still, the streets were beautiful.

It was different than home, than Spain. There, his family had resided just outside one of its largest city. From his room, he could hear the sounds of cars whizzing by on nearby highways. If he didn’t close the curtains, he would be bombarded with the lights of the city, no stars to be seen.

Here, despite its age and all of its magnitudes, Verona seemed infinitely smaller to him. He was refusing to allow himself to like it, to find a home.

It’s a long time before he finally answers the question, and his response can hardly be considered an answer. He only gives a shrug of his shoulders, absent, vague, and his gaze turns towards the window. His eyes are dead and shark-like as people pass by.

That’s not an answer, Piero.

He sighs, a loud and exasperated sound. There’s another pause on his part, this one longer and emphasized by his ability to not look at the asker once. This person — the soldato — means nothing to him. He’s sure they’ve already passed their prime. They’re as likely to ascend further as he is to fall flat — which is to say unlikely. And because of this, he cares little for them. He waits to say something poised and clever until perfect ears are listening.

Finally, there comes an answer, the barest bones of respect he’ll give, one with a little more substance to it. That doesn’t mean his voice has an affect that is more than flat. It doesn’t mean he seems to care. “ There’s a little flower shop that I can see from the window of my flat. I’ve never — “ his nose wrinkles at the thought “ — I’ve never bought anything from it, but it reminds me of when I was living another life. ”

It reminds him of the day his parents died and he was left standing alone to face their destruction, his shoes sticking to the hardwood floors as blood dried on their soles.

What has been your biggest mistake thus far?

“ Ambition is my folly. ”

It’s said lightly, airily, as if it doesn’t matter. Look closer, see how the muscle clenches in his cheek, how there’s a sparkle momentarily flashing in his eyes before it fades to dullness. He wants to do something that has weight ( — like the heft of a gun in his hand, the feeling of his body atop another’s as his fists bear down ) and yet he is relegated to simple tasks only. He feels like a page, or perhaps worse, a pawn, unimportant and oh-so-easily replaceable.

Maybe his mistake has been living.

It shouldn’t seem like that.

But he hates being an underling. He hates being told what to do and when to do it. His life is now dictated by another, not even a Ruiz. When it was his parents instructing him, it felt different, less like someone was making all of his choices for him and more like — more like he mattered ? There is no need to convince himself that he did matter to his parents — he was next in line, preened and primed, being readied to take the throne his family had been sitting on for generations — because he knows it’s true. Here ? One wrong move can cost everything.

Perhaps he should have allowed himself to have been martyred, killed in cold blood despite fighting to prevent it. He would have been the last of the Ruizes ; they’d have been remembered for not going down easily. Now ? He thinks a wrong glance cast could mean his throat will be slit.

You don’t seem so ambitious to me.

He supposes most won't have seen it. Tiberius knows — Tiberius has heard him ask over and over for something to do, something bigger and better, with meaning, and so has Vivianne, he would be remiss to forget her — but everyone else ? He doesn’t suppose it’s important enough information for his sponsor to pass along that he wants to do more, so he rationalizes that most think he’s just a good little soldier-to-be, keeping his head down and toes in line. It’s not time for people to fear him, not just yet. That time will come.

“ Then maybe my biggest mistake was that lie. ”

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He has been being followed for sometime now. It is always a shadow in the periphery of his vision, disappearing when he turns to see, a jacket billowing behind someone who had just walked out of frame. Piero wonders if this should make him nervous. He’s considered it, the idea that someone must want him dead to end the Ruiz family once and for all. They came for his parents, now it’s his turn. It’s a horrifying thought at first light, but there is something dangerously satisfying to him within it, at the idea of someone considering him that necessary to end. Perhaps it’s dark and twisted, but not all boys born to wear a crown come out golden.

Nearly a week passes, and by now he’s on edge. Every knock on the door of the shitty motel he’s staying in, every blow of wind against the glass windows, sets him on edge. There are purple circles under his eyes, dark as can be. He hasn’t been sleeping well. He tosses and turns, his deepest worries allowed to fester and grow in unguarded dreams, until he wakes unrested. He can’t go on like this much longer. He’s wondered if it’s worth it to flee Spain, to call on distant relatives, begging on bent knees for salvation and charity. His own pride sets him straight. Cowardice is not an option. Ruiz blood has reigned over Spain for generations. He will not be the one to bring that to an end, bringing shame to his name and the memory of his parents.

It’s just past three in the morning when he hears the turn of the doorknob. He sits up straight in the rickety armchair in the corner, his eyes adjusting to the darkened room, and he stares and he waits. He considers running. There’s a window in the bathroom, already open. He’s slender enough to squeeze through it if he really wants to, he’s given thought to it already — the doorknob rattles again, a thump echoes through the room as something hits the wood of the door — but he thinks to himself he doesn’t have the time. If he tries it, he’ll be caught halfway out. He cannot flee if it will lead inevitably to his demise. It’s embarrassing and shameful and wouldn’t do. Even in the face of death, Piero is as proud as ever.

The moments before the door cracks open, broken by the weight of another’s body, seem to last forever. He thinks of himself. He thinks of all the things he has yet to do. He thinks about his parents, their dreams and expectations for him. This becomes painfully clear: he cannot die without a fight. This is his moment. No matter the outcome, someone will remember the Ruizes. They were once noble and strong, but they didn’t allow their fire to go out so easily. It’s all he can do.

The door breaks, and he’s on his feet finally. The room is still dark but he can see motion in the darkness. He will let his attacker come to him. To tire himself out, to make all motion, seems like it’d be a mistake. Though he’s expecting it, the first hit knocks all of the air out of his lungs. Another hit lands, then another. Finally, something snaps within him. Elbows in, chin down. That’s what his mother taught him. He’s wild and frenzied, suddenly hits aren’t met with pause, and he begins throwing blow after blow, some hitting, some not. He’s all in. There is no hesitation, not anymore. It’s become apparent, right then, after this week of waiting, that perhaps another motivation is a fear of death.

It’s not an unreasonable thing. He is barely nineteen, hardly an adult, barely lived. He thinks there is so much more for him to do, to see and to experience. In his head, his mantra becomes I will not die today. Over and over, he says it to himself, despite blows hitting his body, his own strikes meeting their targets, muscles pounding against flesh.

Thoughts continue to rush through his mind. Why is he fighting ? For his parents. Why does he need to ? They’re dead. There are tears welled up in his eyes, out of pain and anger and grief. They shouldn’t be dead. They should be here. He shouldn’t be fighting. A choke sob escapes through swelling lips, but he doesn’t let himself falter. This is life or death, and he is doing everything he can to choose life.

His mouth tastes of iron and salt, but it isn’t from his own body. A fist met his lips, teeth scraped against gentle flesh, and Piero had drawn first blood. Though there were bruises forming on his own body already, though his muscles ache and scream, there is something satisfying about that. All he can do is manage to stay standing, quick on his feet, landing in jabs where he can.

The sounds in the room are heavy breathing and the noise of flesh hitting flesh. He wonders if the neighbors have been disturbed. He wonders if they care.

He isn’t sure how long has passed. He isn’t sure how much longer he can last. This fight, this rush of adrenaline coursing through him, it’s all new. Before this, it had always been fights that ended when someone hit the ground or time was up. Never had stakes been so high. A part of him is screaming for it to stop ; another wonders why this is only the first time. There’s something fulfilling in it, and maybe that’s monstrous, but Piero thinks that maybe he was born to be brutal and bloodthirsty. For so long, he had been charming and a pseudo-intellectual, clever and cunning. There had been merit to that, yes, but this ? Every fist that connects with skin sends a rush through him, a thrill like never before.

He isn’t sure how much time has passed when the man takes a step back from him, a thrown swing causing him to fall off balance. For a second, his heart leaps to his throat and he thinks this is it. But the man doesn’t take the misstep as an opportunity. Instead, he’s looking at him, interest crossing his features. Piero doesn’t let his fists fall to his side, he doesn’t know why the man has stopped, and he is too in the moment to care. He takes the chance the man doesn’t and swings, his fist meeting the man’s jaw. It lands with a satisfying thwack, but again the man doesn’t retaliate.

“ That’s enough. ”

Piero can’t help but flinch under the tone of resolve and authority, but when he looks up again, the man is still staring at him. No, he is studying. Piero can’t fathom what he can be looking for or why their fight has stopped. His body is screaming, surely if he wakes tomorrow the pain will have increased tenfold, and his most basic reaction is still fight, fight, fight.

He’s winding up his fist again but again the man speaks. “ I said, enough. ”

Piero knows when words spoken are no longer suggestions — when instead they become commands. His fists fall, his shoulders do, too. His expression turns petulant, childlike in its quick and open displeasure.

He is silent, waiting — for what ? He wonders briefly. It could be death and damnation that awaits him. A part of him, however, thinks differently. He has never been idyllic, seeing the world through rose-colored glasses with glee and a grin, but something inside him is waiting not for death’s hand to grip him.

Instead, he waits. Blood is rushing through his ears still, his pulse is throbbing. Finally, finally —

“ Sit down, boy. Let’s talk. ”

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FAST FACTS

( i looked up spanish naming customs for this and i might have gotten it right but i might not have i need to do more reading to be 100% sure but i still wanted to include it )

→ Full Name: Piero Ruiz Lorca

→ Mother: Marcella Blanca Lorca de Ruiz

→ Father: Piero Ruiz Zapatero

→ Siblings: None

→ Birthday: July 12th ; this makes him a Cancer

→ Hometown: Cordoba, Spain

→ Dominant Character Traits: harsh, ambitious, bloodthirsty, rash, driven,

HEADCANONS

001. For generations now, men wore the name Piero, his grandfather the third, Piero the fifth. There were expectations to meet, legacies to exceed. Live up to your namesake. Piero’s father was speaking of his own father at the time and, while this weight of that bore heavily down, the young boy could only think of becoming instead like his father. His grandfather died before memories of him solidified in a young child’s head, and so he only knew of him through tales and rumors. For his father, though, he watched as all stood when he walked into a room, his presence commanding respect, his reputation demanding it. While his hands were stained bloodied red, he was a beacon of light that people looked to, he captured attention easily. Once he understood, Piero craved that same state of existence. The children he grew up around, he had their attention, but in a different way. They whispered about him when his back was turned, they ducked their heads and left the room once he entered. It was a shame, really, but he was sure he would grow into his father’s shoes, filling the role the elder Ruiz did easily. For some time, he believed he was doing exactly that. And then, his parents were slaughtered, and the role he had to fill was that of a ghost. Now that he is human once more, as part of the Capulets and their crew, he feels like he once did as a child, unliked and not very seen. It’s digging at him, shoving splinters under already broken nails, causing him to grit his teeth and try a thousand times harder to earn a little bit of the damned respect he so desperately craves. It’s one of the few things that his father told him to do, this living up to his namesake. His father might be dead, rotting in the ground, with most of his words forgotten to time and space, but his spectral voice lives on in Piero’s head.

002. I have this image of Piero, maybe no older than fifteen, sixteen, at a table surrounded by compatriots of his parents. An older man, in his fifties, or perhaps, his sixties, is chewing tobacco. It’s disgusting. His gums are coated in black spit and when he smiles there are specks on his teeth. Piero cannot hide his disdain. But he’s chewing something, too. With all of his egotism, his thoughts that he is better than those before, he’s found a better option. Mint. It’s fresh and better and — the adults around him, most find him insufferable. For good reason. Anyway, it’s stupid and dumb, but god, I imagine it’s a habit he hasn’t broken. It also means mojitos are his favorite cocktail. No, I won’t elaborate on this or give any good reason for it besides please, I want it, and it’s just youthful arrogance, you know ? Before Verona, before his parents died, I feel like he had just come into himself — he felt sure and he was certain that life was grand. Era una vida tan buena. He was cocky and a little … I don’t know. Smarmy ? That’s not quite the word I want, but god, Piero was living each day as it came. Nothing could faze him. He lived under the shield of his parents and their name, of his own youth. There was privilege in that. He had seen the taste of power and luxe that his parents’ world — the one he was set to inherit once he was of age — and it delighted him. He revelled in it. He wouldn’t have to unlearn his innate cruelties, his hubris. He was a prince set to ascend, his crown was never askew.

003. As a child, he was raised not only to be smart, wisened by words of the experiences and the words in books, but to be cultured as well. His mother took him to parties with him on her arm, where his smiles never quite reached his eyes under the coos and remarks of her friends. He talked when spoken to, he never raised his voice. He could be charming when he needed to be, grins and chubby-cheeked, with words uttered that they desperately wanted to hear. He never enjoyed them, especially not when his parents would slip away into back rooms to have their own meetings. He would wait resting under the doorknob, eyes desperately seeking for some revelation under the door’s crack, ears yearning for words through the keyhole. The door would open at midnight, if not later, and he would fall into the room because of how he’d been leaning against the door. On the rainiest of days with no other plans, they would find themselves lost in museums all over the continent ( they had money, and while they didn’t quite flaunt it, they didn’t have qualms about traveling ). Beautiful things never caught his eye. They were nice, sure; but they were idle and dull and fleeting in his mind. Were his mother not guiding him ( in another life, one without bloodlust and bloodshed, she would have been a curator — a stunning one, establishing beautiful collections that many would travel to. alas, this is not our story ), he would have been lost in statues of gore, in paintings of wars and hatred. There was something about them that caught his attention and never let go. Is there beauty in being brutal ? Piero would say so.

004. The Ruiz home was decorated with exorbitant quantities of flowers while Piero lived there with his parents — why wouldn’t it be that way ? Their front for their operations was a massive floral establishment, it was only fitting for their home to be decorated accordingly. As a child, he loved their scent filling the halls and rooms — roses and lilies and all sorts of magnificent blooms. They were pretty and they weren’t long-lasting, but they were always something that represented his family, and he would be remiss to say a part of him wasn’t fond of them. However, from the day his parents died, all he can remember besides their shouts in frantic Spanish is the scent of blood and flowers. Now, any breath of anything floral makes him gag. It’s unfortunate.

005. The first time he held a gun — the first time he did so with meaning, it loaded, intended to be used against another — he was fourteen. He followed behind his mother, into a meeting with a man who owed the Capulets money. She knew he was unlikely to run or cause a fuss ( he had pride and character, his mother told him, and though he had wronged them, only a coward would have fled or refused his fate ) and thought it perfect for Piero’s first attendance. He stood behind his mother, just beside her shoulder, and listened as she talked. He stood on the balls of his feet, eager and ready for his chance to do something — anything. It never came, much to his disappointment. His mother said everything she needed to. She demanded payment. The man refused, citing he couldn’t. His mother nodded, then she fired one shot into the middle of his head. They left quickly after that, someone would be coming to clean up the mess, and the weight of Piero’s gun felt heavy in his hands having gone unfired.

006. He has nightmares. Nobody knows — he refuses to tell anyone for fear of it being seen as weakness or a vulnerability — but surviving two assassination attempts ? It should come as no surprise that it’s affected his psyche. But there are nights, more often than he’d like, that he wakes up, thrashing, sweat-coated legs and arms tangled up in bedsheets, and his heart is beating in frantic panic. It takes a moment for Piero to realize that his life is in no danger ( at least, not at that specific point in time ) and then he lets his head fall back to the pillow. The days after, he finds himself more on edge than normal, dark-circled eyes narrowed and angry.

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2. His parents were not good people. They never had hope of cleaning the blood off of their hands and fingers, but they never had desire to burn them clean. At his birth, he was blessed by aunts and uncles in hopes he’d have a fraction of his parents’ abilities — their cruelty, their decisiveness, their skill with gun and blade. He grew up in a home that never knew weak submission ; it was eat or be eaten, and he learned that quickly. He watched friends of his parents cry for mercy after failures — ones he didn’t understand in the moment, not until years later, when he crept downstairs in the midnight hours to watch their meetings through stair railings — and he watched as they were met with slaps to cheeks and sometimes worse. He was too young to understand the permanence of death, but he understood that a hole in a man’s temple meant he was never getting up. He saw the cool poise his father wore as he held a smoking gun — he imagined himself, older, in the same position. He echoed the steely edges his parents’ voices took ; he repeated the words they said that meant nothing to him until his cadence and tone matched theirs.

3. His parents praised him while he was in school when teachers and tutors reported that he was harsh in the face of sadness or whining and unable to handle the wrong answers of others. It only worsened ( bettered ? ) as he grew older. His harshness seemed less precocious and began to unsettle others. Tutors and teachers began to dislike being in the same room as him. He wore a smile that said let me do as I please and his temper echoed I mean it. He asked them questions about things they didn’t know, baiting them with their insufficiencies until they had no other option but to quit. His parents would only hire someone new with no question. No one was spared. He asked personal and probing questions until they shifted in their seats. He was like a needle under their skin, sharp and uncomfortable. )

4. Being a part of something bigger than himself. Isn’t that what a king does — or in Piero’s case, a princeling ? They are a large part of their kingdom, surely, and, though they might be its head, it cannot exist without its body. There needs to be support. When he was young, being a god amongst the other children wasn’t enough. He wanted something more. He wanted to be something more. He knew his parents did something that made them special, and their dis-including him ( for whatever reason it could be, he wondered night after night, staring up at the stucco ceiling, sleepless and agonizing ) just wouldn’t work for him. He needed to be involved, he needed to know. His knowing parts of their secrets, the whispers he overhead, was enough to build up his patience until it came to know more.

5. He has his eyes set on the crown his family once wore ; he was born and bred into a vicious line.

6. It’s a game of chess. Where once he was perhaps a knight or a bishop aside his parents’ queenhood, someone who could advise and assist, he feels now hardly more than a pawn. There are others in charge and he acts in their stead to do their bidding. He knows it’s what he must do. He must build his power back up, but gods above, the wait is agonizing. He wants to feel the rush of adrenaline that power brings surge through him again. He wants to make his own choices and decisions.

7. His peers had it worse. Unlike teachers whose authority he undermined, he knew he was better and above his cohort — a king amongst sheep. He ruled conversations even when no word slipped from his mouth. They needed to entertain him or he’d find another way to spend his time. ( A brief interlude: his “ friends ” didn’t like him but were scared of telling him no — also, they were most likely the children of his parents’ friends and associates, so there was need to make good with Piero. ) He’d pit them against each other with lies and rumors he’d overheard or made up. It was interesting to see them scramble, like ants under a magnifying glass. So long as he was amused, where was the harm ?

#accepted #accepted: pompey

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leafenclaw · 4 years

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B, N, and P for the ask meme, please? ^^

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

I’m the most easy person to influence when it comes to fictional pairings, honestly. Unless I can’t stand one of the characters involved, you’ll never get a firm “NUH” from me (you may get one after I try and decide it’s not my cup of tea, but I’ll always be willing to hear it out first). And I’m also usually the first one to bring up all the weird pairings, much to my poor friends’ horror when I stumble on a new one and start ranting about it. x)

However. There was that one time I stumbled on a Morland/Joan werewolf-verse story and went .__. because I hadn’t considered them at all. Well, I’m super glad I clicked. The story was amazing and frankly it made me look back on all those Morland VS Joan confrontations in season 4 with fresh eyes (and much amusement).

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

1 - Meta-analysis that isn’t written around pairings, including pairings I’m interested in, because sometimes I get sick of all fandom things being filtered through the lens of relationships. My main fandoms lately are TV shows, so how about rants on camera language, use of light, colour schemes, what they’re trying to achieve, and how this affects the perception of characters involved in a scene (theirs and/or ours)? How about analysis of scene composition, of narrative arcs over a season beyond how characters bond with each other, of character portrayal depending on who writes them? Tell me about recurring themes and language quirks of writers across their episodes, about the things that worked and didn’t work in episodes directed by main actors on the show, about all those allusions to the source material those shows were inspired of. Hell, especially with TM because at least Elementary did a little bit of that in early seasons, give me an exploration of how character arcs are affected by issues that define them in a significant way (race, multiculturalism, gender, sexuality, neurodivergence, etc.). Or for God’s sake someone give me signs there would be interest if I was to rant about those things myself.

2 - How about going back to “Your Kink Is Not My Kink (And That’s Okay)”, “Ship And Let Ship”, and “Don’t Like, Don’t Read”? Seems like we could all do with more of that.

3 - Very selfishly, more Joshua Vikner content please.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

Kurland’s Moriarty series: Hmmmmmmm how about a Good Omens AU in which Moriarty is Aziraphale (misanthropic book seller with a sweet tooth and a marked loathing for parting with the books he collects) and Holmes is Crowley (reluctant agent of chaos with an unhealthy fascination for his angelic colleague). Would work well, no? XD The other way around would probably work just as well, but it wouldn’t be as funny to me. ^^

Elementary: You know what, there’s this one thing I’ve been thinking about for a while but never took the time to put into words. See, in my culture we have this very particular brand of magical realism deeply rooted in Catholicism? It’s a bit of an unholy union between the Bible, Irish fae folklore, and Native American myths, where any number of supernatural beings walk amongst us because they belong here the same way we do, but at the same time they’re always just waiting to trick you into an unholy pact and/or do miracles for you depending on what you say and do when you interact.

And I’d love to see Sherlock and Joan deal with a world like that. Being called when cops suspect the crimes they're investigating have a supernatural element to them for example, possibly because the cops are too scared to get on the bad side of the creatures responsible for trouble, and Sherlock doesn’t give a damn about the risks he personally incurs. Possibly in turn because Jamie is a supernatural creature who claimed Sherlock as her own, and those beings are known to get very possessive with their humans so nobody can get in their way directly without suffering Jamie’s wrath. (And she’s scary. 0.0)

Or perhaps Sherlock is himself a renegade creature who got striped of his powers, so now he uses this insider knowledge to help solve supernatural crimes, undo harm, and generally cause trouble for his own kind. Can you imagine on what apocalyptic level the traditional Holmes/Moriarty pissing contest would occur the moment Jamie realises this damn human getting in her way isn’t actually a human at all? Or the impending crisis when Jamie just casually claims Joan, partly to protect her (in a “you’re mine to harm or cherish as I see fit, others can piss off” way), partly to annoy Sherlock who cannot do it himself anymore?

I could go on (relationship with the 11th precinct, Morland vs Jamie, Mycroft) but I’ll stop here because this is getting long, sorry. ^^; But, yeah. The possibilities with that kind of world are endless and all of them make me clutch my face in glee. x)

Alphabet Ask

#fandom: michael kurland's moriarty series #fandom: elementary #ship: sheriarty #ship: shading & penmanship #ship: dysfunctional domestic trio #fandom wank #I really need a tag for AUs #parallels and crossovers #writing #raeofalbion #thank you for the ask! ^^#sorry this got so long D:#I can never seem to shut up when coming up with AUs

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x-silver-x · 4 years

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Game Night - San x Reader

San x Reader fluff 1.5K words

Y/F/B - Favourite Book Y/N - Your Name

Masterlist ——————— Saturday evening. You were laying on your bed reading F/B. The epic fight scene was just about to begin when- Ping! ‘It’s probably some stupid notification’

Ping! ‘It’s just a notification, keep reading’ Ping! ‘Oh my goodness, stahp!!’ Ping! ‘Can’t I have just one moment, ONE moment of peace and quiet?!’ You groan and reach for your phone. You unlock it and see 4 new messages from your crush best friend, San. Your heart flutters a little.

San Hey Y/N! So, we’re hosting Game Night tonight and we were wondering if you’d like to join us? Helloooo? Are you dead? Y/N Hi Idk if I can.. I’m kinda busy tonight

San Busy doing what? C’mon Y/N, you never hang out with us anymore! Socialise! Live a little! We have food Y/N Alright fine. I’ll be there in 10

San 😁😁

You quickly changed out of your sweatpants and t-shirt into some jeans and an oversized sweater and got ready to leave the house.

~Time Skip~ ~3rd Person POV~

“Y/N!! Damn, you got here quick!” San exclaimed when he opened the door.

“San. You should know me by now. I’ll do anything for food” Y/N said whilst taking off her shoes.

“Anything?⁓” San raised his eyebrow and smirked.

It took a moment for Y/N to realise what he meant by that and when she did, her eyes grew wide and her cheeks flushed red.

“GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER YOU-”

“What’s with all the noise here?” Hongjoong asked popping his head through the door. “Oh Y/N! I’m glad you made it! Come in, take a seat.” He smiled and gestured to the living room where Yeosang and Mingi were already seated.

“Where’s everybody else?” Y/N asked them.

“Hongjoong and Seonghwa are preparing the snacks, Yunho is trying to find some blankets and Jongho is looking for board games. I don’t know where Wooyoung disappeared to.” Yeosang answered.

“He’s in the bathroom, I think.” Mingi added.

After everything was set up, game night begun. The first activity was dividing everyone into teams and making up team names. Yunho and Jongho were ‘The Ho’s’, Hongjoong and Mingi came up with the name ‘Rebellious Rappers’, San and Wooyoung couldn’t think of anything so they simply combined their names to form ‘Woosan’, and Yeosang, Seonghwa and Y/N called themselves ‘The Memes’.

After a chaotic game of Charades, which Yunho and Jongho won, the group decided on playing Pictionary.

“HOW THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE A HORSE? That thing looks like a stick dog mixed with a t-rex?!” Mingi howled with tears rolling down his cheeks from laughing too hard.

“Oh as if you could draw it any better!” Wooyoung replied also laughing.

“Damn right I could!” Mingi retorted.

They argued for 5 more minutes before San suggested a Cham-cham-cham tournament which he ended up winning. His bright smile brought butterflies to Y/N’s stomach and caused her heart to palpitate.

They played a game of Would You Rather but Jongho started complaining that it was getting boring and brought forth the idea of playing Truth or Dare.

The colour drained from Y/N’s face.

“Hey is everything alright? You look really pale.” San asked with a hint of concern in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ll just go get myself a glass of water if that’s alright.”

“Sure, go ahead.”

And with that she stood up and walked away. Knowing the boys, they’re going to start exposing each other’s deepest secrets and will make each other do the most embarrassing things.

Y/N was scared about her crush on San being exposed so she was going to play it safe and only pick truths. If the question ‘Do you have a crush?’ comes up, she was planning on saying no and making it as believable as possible. She joined drama in her 1st year of high school so she was hoping that her acting skills were still strong. She can’t risk ruining their friendship. Y/N downed her glass of water and walked back to the living room.

“There you are! I was wondering where you disappeared to!” Hongjoong exclaimed when he saw her. “We were waiting for you so that we could start the game.”

“Ah, you didn’t have to.” Y/N scratched the back of her neck nervously when she noticed everyone was looking at her.

They all sat in a circle on the floor. The group agreed that Y/N should start since she was the only girl in the room.

“Hmm… Alright,” She looked around the room to choose her first victim. “Seonghwa. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” He anxiously replied.

“Is it true that you have an oppa kink?” Y/N smirked.

“I-what? W-Why would you think that?” He turned red.

“Your recent V-live.” She chuckled. “So do you?”

“It’s not a kink, okay? I just-”

“It’s okay, we won’t judge you Hwa, this is a safe place.” Y/N reassured him while laughing.

“Uhh… I guess it’s my turn then.” Seonghwa’s eyes shifted around the room. “Wooyoung, Truth or Dare?”

“Dare.” Wooyoung confidently stated.

“Hmm… I dare you to mix orange juice, milk, and ketchup and drink it.”

“Fine.” Wooyoung went to the kitchen, mixed the ingredients and walked back into the living room. After taking a small sip of the mixture he gagged. “This is disgusting.”

“You accepted the dare. Now drink up, Wooyoung.” A sadistic glint appeared in Seonghwa’s eyes.

Wooyoung raised the glass to his mouth and proceeded to drink the mixture.

“CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” Chants filled the room.

After he was finished he rushed to the bathroom slamming the door behind him. All that was heard was disgusting retching as he hurled into the toilet bowl.

The game continued for a while after that. Every now and then Y/N would sneak glances at San. She didn’t exactly know when she started having these feelings towards him but it has been a while now. She knew that he would never return her feelings but a part of her really wanted him to. She even started debating whether or not just to tell him already and get it off her chest. This way she wouldn’t feel like she’s been hiding this huge secret from him.

“Okay, San. Truth or Dare?” Hongjoong asked.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss Y/N.” Hongjoong smirked.

“WHAT?!” The two yelled in unison with beet red faces and eyes as wide as saucers.

“Come on you guys! I can see the way you two keep looking at each other! Just kiss already!”

“Yeah, there does seem to be a lot of romantic tension between you two!” Yeosang added.

“Love is literally in the air when you’re near each other.” Yunho joined in the conversation.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss,” Jongho started chanting quietly. The rest of the group joined in soon after.

San slowly started leaning in and just when his lips were about to touch yours, you panicked and turned your head to the side. His lips made contact with your cheek.

“Y/N HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE THATTT?!” Wooyoung, who was now feeling better, screeched.

“Whatever, let’s carry on with the game.” San said trying to hide his disappointment. Little did Y/N know, San had been wanting to kiss her for the longest time. He noticed her staring at him from across the room so he thought that maybe she returned his feelings. He had a crush on Y/N from pretty much day 1 of their friendship but she never would’ve known due to San’s amazing acting skills. Now that he had a chance to confess, he won’t give up easily.

After another 30-ish minutes of playing it was San’s turn to ask the question again.

‘Now’s my chance.’

“Y/N. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth.” Y/N answered fidgeting with her sleeves.

“Did you want me to kiss you back then?” He asked, his beautiful dark brown eyes staring deep into hers.

“Dare.” She blurted out.

He leaned in ever so slightly, “I dare you to kiss me.” The rest of the group were intently watching the scene unfold, some were fangirling but trying to keep their squeals down as to not disrupt the moment.

“Never have I ever-”

“Y/N ThAt’s NoT tHe gAMe” Jongho screeched.

‘I have a chance now. I shouldn’t waste it. But it might ruin our friendship… What should I do?’

“Fuck it.” Y/N nervously bit her lip and leaned in, closing the gap between her and San. The room erupted into cheers and the sound of camera shutters closing was all that was heard. At first San was shocked that Y/N actually kissed him but he sure did enjoy the feeling of her lips on his. He kissed back and felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest. Imaginary fireworks exploded around the two. The kiss was getting heated when-

“Alright Y/N, San, that’s enough. Go get a room already.” Yeosang scrunched up his nose in disgust.

The two pulled away from each other with flustered faces and giggled a bit. ———————

Hello, so this is my first fanfic ever, I hope you enjoyed it! :) I was thinking about posting on here for a while now and was quite proud of this so, y’know, might as well. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ In case I get any comments on ‘plagiarising’ another person on a different site I would just like to let you know that I have posted this fanfic of Amino previously but decided to move it onto here because I feel like more people use Tumblr and not Amino and maybe someone was craving some San fluff.

#ateez #ateez san #kpop #ateez fanfic #san x reader #san x reader fluff #에이티즈 산

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sophieakatz · 4 years

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Thursday Thoughts: Writing Advice (Part 3 of 3)

And here is the final part!

I recently stumbled across this writer ask meme about pieces of writing advice, and I was having so much fun thinking about it that I decided to just respond to them all!

33. Embrace structure

Yes, yes, yes. Embrace structure. This is not the same thing as being limited by structure. It’s easy to mistake the two.

I spoke before about the importance of familiarity. People enjoy and respond to familiar structures. “Once upon a time” and “happily ever after” are still common phrases for a reason. They work. They’re familiar. People like them. Structure means that you don’t have to reinvent the wheel.

I also spoke before about leaning into the limitations of a medium. Having a structure to follow gives you something to lean on, while at the same time it forces you to be creative! Structure is yet another example of rules to learn so that you can know when to break them.

34. Dialogue should be purposeful

I like this rule, but I think it’s easily misunderstood.

When people hear “purposeful,” they think “plot important.” So, they end up writing something in which everyone says exactly what they mean all the time, with perfect bluntness.

But people don’t always talk like that. People beat around the bush. People make jokes. People run out of things to say and point out funny-shaped cracks in the sidewalk.

A line of dialogue can have purpose other than furthering the plot. It can set the mood. It can establish a character as a bit scatterbrained. It can demonstrate that two characters are not comfortable or open with each other. (“How are you?” “Fine. You?” “Fine.” “Right.”) It can give your audience a break from the tension.

Write with purpose, yes, but don’t feel obligated for every word to be “purposeful.”

35. Be empathetic

Empathy is at the heart of storytelling. Through writing, you can create an experience for your readers which did not actually happen to them, but it means as much to them as if it had. This can be an immensely powerful exercise in empathy.

Creating a character is another great exercise in empathy. Have you created a person for your readers to connect with, or a stereotype to drive marginalized readers away?

Your readers are people. Your fellow writers are people. Your characters are also people. Treat them all with empathy.

36. Never use a verb other than ‘said’ to tag dialogue

Only a Sith deals in absolutes.

Again, all words are tools, and all words have a purpose. “Said” is a perfectly nice word; don’t be afraid to use it. But other words can convey different things to the scene.

“What did you do?” she said. (Neutral – we know she’s curious, but that’s it.)

“What did you do?” she shouted. (Wow, okay, this person is upset about whatever happened.)

“What did you do?” she whispered. (Ooh, it must be a secret!)

“What did you do?” she muttered. (She may be asking reluctantly – probably rolling her eyes, too.)

Use whatever word conveys what you need the moment to convey.

37. Do not start a sentence with a conjunction

Conjunctions are tools. Use them wisely.

Consider the medium, the audience, and the pacing. And then decide whether to start a sentence with a conjunction.

See, I just did so there – “and” is a conjunction. It works very well for the kind of train of thought writing I use in these blog posts. In more formal writing, you will want to avoid starting sentences with conjunctions.

But starting with a conjunction (oops, I did it again) is a good way to put your readers right into a character’s mind, to speed things up and make things feel urgent.

Learn the rules of grammar, and then you will know how and when you can break them.

38. A new speaker always gets a new paragraph

According to most structures, yes. Are there contexts in which you might break this rule? Sure.

But keep in mind that people expect new paragraphs for clarity. If you’re going to break a rule, break it with purpose, not just ‘cause you wanna.

39. If there’s a story you want to read but it hasn’t been written yet, you must write it

“Must,” huh? I don’t like the word “must,” as much as I like the general sentiment here.

A lot of what I write are stories which I wish I had had when I was little. This is especially true when I write about asexuality. I wish it hadn’t taken me until college to learn that it was an option. All I needed was one explicitly ace character.

Practically speaking, though, I’m not only writing these stories for my past self. I’m writing for other people.

When I write fanfiction about characters figuring out that they are asexual, readers leave comments thanking me for it – because they needed the story as much as my past self did.

I don’t see the point of telling people that they “must” write the stories they want to read, because not everyone is a writer. More people are readers than writers. And these readers absolutely have a right to get up and say, “I want more stories about people like me!”

40. The ending is just the place where you stop your story

Yes and no. The ending is where things resolve. You might have multiple options, but one will be better than the others, depending on the experience you want your readers to have.

41. The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read

No, I don’t think so.

I mean, if it helps you to pretend like you’re never going to show someone your writing, then you might feel freer to be honest in your writing.

But writing is meant to be read, and true things are meant to be heard.

42. Write your first draft by hand

Dictating what kind of writing utensils people should use, and when, is the road to ableism paved with good intentions. I consider a computer keyboard a writing utensil.

Use the tool that works for you. If it isn’t working, change it up. Sometimes switching between pen and pencil, or between pencil and keyboard, can shake yourself out of a writing block.

43. Challenge yourself

If you want to improve? Yes.

44. Everyone has a book in them

I think everyone has a story worth telling. I don’t think that literally everyone will write a book. But everyone has a story and a way to tell it.

45. Dialogue should be rhythmic and 46. Dialogue should be natural

I’m gonna answer these two together because, once again, we’re using absolutes where there are two perfectly valid options with different purposes.

What kind of effect are you trying to create? Are you going for realism or poetry? Do what fits the work! Do what fits the scene!

There are rules to writing, yes, but they are rarely cut and dry. That’s the note I want to end on here – different writing advice is valuable for different moments of writing. It’s okay to pick and choose which rules you listen to, and to change your mind later.

And sometimes two pieces of advice that sound like they conflict – like this distinction between rhythmic and natural dialogue – are actually not that different. Rhythmic dialogue and natural dialogue can be one and the same.

If you take a class on Shakespeare plays, the most common rhythm you’ll talk about is iambic pentameter. “Pentameter” just means that there are five beats in a line. “Iambic” is what kinds of beats we’re talking about. An iambic beat has a soft syllable and a hard syllable – it’s all in where we put emphasis in our words.

My name – Sophie – is not an iambic word, because you put the hard syllable first: SO-phie. But the sentence “My name is Sophie Katz” is iambic – “my NAME is SO-phie KATZ.”

For the sake of the screen readers, I won’t keep typing like that. Here are a couple more examples of iambic sentences:

In Romeo and Juliet: “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?”

In an acting warmup I learned once: “Around the rock the ragged rascal ran.”

These sentences are rhythmic. But they are also natural, and that’s why we like to hear them. Now, where do you find a rhythm like this in nature?

Put your hand on your chest and wait a bit.

What could be more natural than your own heartbeat?

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grind-pantera · 6 years

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For the Relationship Meme: Brian!

Roger Taylor’s Relationship Meme.John Deacon’s Relationship Meme.

Who initiated the relationship? (Who asked who out, how they did it, etc).

Meeting when he’s still apart of Smile, before Freddie becomes their singer.

“Does that look good to you?” Brian inquired to Roger whose head seemed to whip back around at the sound of his friends voice. He had been scoping out a group of college girls to the right, flirting with only his eyes before Brian ruined it. They were putting up a flyer on the bulletin boards at the Imperial College for their band, Smile, and though Brian was doing most of the work he still appreciated that Roger tagged along. They were in the commons area at the moment, students fluttering in and out here and there with a small buzz. Brian felt instantly at home, after all, this was where he went to school and memories were popping up in his mind of the endless chatter that went on between only himself as he scooted through this very area.

“Yeah, mate.” Roger uttered under his breath, turning his attention back to the girls with a rather outrageously cheeky smile as he winked at one of them, causing a small bit of a frenzy within the three of them as they presumably began chatting about which girl he had winked at.

“Typical.” Brian said and rolled his eyes, “Be nice if you actually helped just a bit. It’s not just my band.”

Roger rolled his eyes, making a rather big point of taking some of the flyers out of Brian’s hands. “If it gets it done faster so I can go tease some girls, then fine, I’ll help.”

“Thank god.” The guitarist said with a raised hand as Roger walked away to put up his set of flyers, sauntering by the girls with a smile, one more wink and a small ‘hi, there’ and caused Brian to roll his eyes once again.

“Another band on the board.” A voice behind Brian caught his attention as he straightened the flyer that Roger said was fine. He looked back and caught eyes with you, a few Biochemistry books pressed against your chest as your eyes were glancing at the flyer he still had his hand on. You had just rolled out of bed, too tired to put any effort into your appearance and while you were a few minutes late for class, you always stopped to take a glance at the bulletin board in case something exciting was happening. Most of time; nothing. But today, there was tall man, readjusting a flyer more times that you imagined possible standing in front of it which stirred you to strike up a conversation. “Smile. That’s a very… Cool name for a band. Really simple. Easy to remember. A lot better than some of the names on there. Like, who wants to go see a band called ‘Exorcist Wound’?”

“Would you believe me if I said our drummer actually studied dentistry?”

“I would have to say you’re a liar. That’s just too perfect.” You chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “Are you guys any better than the rest of the bands on that board?” You tilted your head towards what you were talking about with a small, sleepy smile.

Brian shrugged his shoulders and lifted a hand to gesture a ‘so-and-so’. “Depends what you consider to be good music. You should come check us out. We might blow your mind.”

You hummed at that answer, tipping your head to the side. “Maybe. Those kinds of things aren’t really my scene.” Giving him one more grin, you asked gently, “Can I have a flyer, though? Just in case I decide to be spontaneous and actually go?”

“Absolutely.” He said under his breath and handed you a brightly colored piece of paper. Your fingers touched at that moment, sending a small bit of electricity running down his spine as you walked away with a mild wave.

Weird.

Brian always felt grossly sweaty after a gig in such a small space and that was no different tonight. He figured it was a mix of all his movements and that of the people that generated so much heat, and that in such a tiny bar was most certainly a spell for a drenched shirt and sweat glistening on his forehead. He had chugged what felt like three waters and beer after the show was over, Roger going for just beer as he began to disassemble his drum set. “Give me a minute.” Brian told Tim, the lead singer and bassist. “I’ll be out to the van a few.” He had spotted you mid-show, actually surprised that you had show up after a peculiar encounter at the college earlier than day. And despite being somewhat of a mess appearance wise, he wanted another talk with you as you had surely intrigued him enough. There seemed to be a thick haze in the room, people now chattering amongst themselves mindlessly over drinks as he tucked himself through the crowd. “And here, I thought you said this wasn’t your sort of scene.” He said above the talking of everyone else as he came up behind you. You turned on your heel, a smile slipping onto your face as you realized who it was.

“Tall guy from the bulletin board!”

“My friends call me Brian.”

“By night known as Brian.” You laughed and set your drink down on the small bar. “Well, I just wanted to see your drummer, really. He seriously…?”

“Studied dentistry, yeah. Imagine all that beauty and talent behind shoved into someone’s mouth in the form of rubber gloved fingers.” Brian chuckled before biting down on his bottom lip as you laughed along, your head tilting back sensually so. “Can I get your name, or will you remain forever elusive?”

Licking your lips, you grinned happily and nodded, “I’m (Name). It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” He held out his hand which you graciously took and shook. And despite feeling like he was sweating a puddle, you held onto his hand for longer than needed, making small eye contact before pulling away.

“So, you’re the guitarist.”

“The one and only.” He had forgotten about everything else the moment his eyes locked with yours. Roger, Tim, going out and meeting them for a few drinks in the van and then a lift home. All forgotten as he perched himself on the seat next to yours. “May I buy you a drink?”

Who makes Mixtapes for their significant other?

You tend to make the mixtapes for Brian. They’re not always full of romantic songs, but just songs in general that remind you of him. He likes to listen to them when he’s by himself in his hotel room while on tour because in turn, the songs remind him of you.

Brian does make you mixtapes when you’re still in college for studying. Usually very upbeat happy songs to keep you company in your dorm when he’s not there with you. Totally puts Smile songs on there for you.

Ever since he started doing that, the two of you make mixtapes for each other you for every anniversary. Once Queen forms, he’ll begin to put songs on from the band. You put Queen songs on yours as well and it’s always entertaining for the two of you to lounge around in the flat and listen to each one.

There’s absolutely a special box that you keep all the mixtapes in and you totally listen to them when he’s away on tour.

Who kissed who first?

Brian kissed you.

“Oh my god,” You threw the pencil you were using against your Biochemistry book with a small growl, “this makes absolutely no fucking sense, Bri. I mean, maybe it does but my mind isn’t working.” You ran a hand through your hair, causing it to dishevel slightly. Brian looked at you, smiling a bit wearily. You were stressed out studying for your midterms, ready to explode if provoked so Brian stood to the side metaphorically despite being right next to you after offering to help you study. “I feel like I’m running purely on coffee and granola bars at this point.” You wanted to shriek but kept your voice to a minimum. You were in the library at the school, tucked away in the corner where you could get some privacy but even that seemed futile as there were a dozen other students there freaking out of the same midterms you were. “I’ve forgotten what normal food tastes like. This is how I end.” You groaned and placed your head down onto the table with another longer, softer groan. You knew you just needed sleep but sleeping made you feel guilty when you could have been using that time to study. “How did you already go through all of this?” You asked Brian with a small sigh. He had graduated within the last year, so the idea of midterms and tests were fresh within his mind.

“I didn’t sleep at all for like,” He laughed nervously as he met your eyes, “three months or so. I was in no better a state than you.”

“That’s very…” Banging your head against the table lightly, you held your hand up and gave a thumbs up, “motivational. Totally needed that.”

“Here,” He picked up some notecards you had thrown onto the table previously and offered lightly, “let’s try the notecards again, and if you get say… Five right, we can go get some dinner together. My treat.”

“I don’t know if I can do five,” You mumbled and sat up lazily in the chair, “But I am motivated by the idea of a free meal so bring it on, May.”

“Don’t think too hard about your answers, (Name). I think that’s where you’re getting stumped.” He straightened the notecards and gave you a smile. There was something behind it… Something… Almost admirable. He was handsome, no doubt, but in your tired eyes you felt like you were over-evaluating everything, even the way that he looked. You shut your eyes and nodded. “Question one….”

You picked up a chip and placed it in your mouth, almost savoring the taste. Brian was next to you, watching with some amusement as you gobbled down most of your food. You had been starving or at least that’s how it seemed after studying for most of the day. He’d picked a small pub near the school to go for dinner, something quick and easy for you were tired and desperate to get back to your dorm for some much needed sleep before repeating the studying fiasco again tomorrow. You felt better. “Thanks for helping me today, Bri. I know you probably had better things to do.” Smiling sweetly at him, you picked up your water and took a sip. “I bet you thought you were done with the college drama when you graduated, huh?”

“I think it’s interesting to see the turmoil within the students. It never seems to change.”

“I’m glad my turmoil is entertaining.” You rolled your eyes playfully and bumped into your friend. You seemed to pause at that word. You’d known him now for… Over a month. He was indeed a friend but there was always something underlining it. He wanted to be more, you wanted to be more, so why not take initiative and start something new? You supposed it was nerves getting in the way or the thought that you were over-reading the situation. Swallowing, you took another sip of your water before setting it down and clearing your throat. “I know what you mean though. We all run around like chickens without our heads. I’m sure in a few years, it’ll cause a few laughs around the dinner table during the holidays.”

“It still makes me cry.” He admitted and threw his head back in a laugh. “Thinking about midterms and what not. It makes me emotional. It’s quite… Like torture, isn’t it?”

“It really is. If it weren’t for you, I’m sure I’d still be in my dorm, slowly but surely dying from need of sunlight and oxygen.”

“Well, it’s my pleasure to supply both those things for you.” Brian smiled and lightly tucked back some of your hair. You paused, chip mid-air between your fingers as you were about to take another bite. He’d never done that before. Oh god, were you reading too much into it? Was it just a friendly gesture? Your heart felt like it was going a thousand miles an hour. Brian seemed to be in the same state as you were as his fingers were still brushing against your cheekbone. That was stupid. This was a stupid thing to do, he thought to himself and slowly brought his hand back down. “I mean, I… Like to spend time with you like this. You’re very…” Brian thought of the word, “Prepossessing and smart and…”

You held up a hand and chuckled, “Did you just call me prepossessing?”

“I did.” He nodded and laughed as well, “I meant to say beautiful but I suppose that would have been too straightforward.”

“You just said it!” You held out your hand and wheezed in laughter as Brian shuffled in his seat a bit nervously. He hadn’t expected you to laugh at that. He was confessing his attraction to you and you had laughed. “Beautiful would be better, though. Just for future reference.”

“You are.” He assured you quietly, “Beautiful, I mean. I’m not like Roger with girls, he’s very smart with how he talks to girls. I’m sorry if it’s not what you expected but I just… Would like you to know that I do think you’re beautiful and smart and spending time with you is always a pleasure.”

“I really appreciate that, Bri.” You grinned at him, setting your chip down, wiping your fingers on a napkin and turning in your seat so you could face him better. The light in the pub was quite dim but bright enough for you to see his handsome features. The curl around his lips as he smiled, the sinking in his eyes as he looked down at you for even sitting down he towered. “You know, for a rock guitarist, you’ve got a soft heart.” Accentuating your words, you pressed a hand to his chest and patted right where you felt his heart beating.

“So I’ve been told.” He joked and brushed back some of your hair once again, leaning in. Your breath hitched in your throat as your eyes locked with his. You didn’t dare risk anything so you held your breath and stayed statuesque. “Do you like that?”

“It’s growing on me.”

“I’m glad.”

“And I’m so sorry if I taste like chips, but I think you’re about to kiss me after I just ate like two plates of them.”

He laughed, nodding in understanding. “Makes it more memorable, right? We’ll look back and remember our first kiss as tasting like chips.”

You rolled your eyes shut as he finally closed the gap between the two of you. It was a barely there sort of touch. His lips were soft against your own as if pressing harder would break you. You still had your hand on his chest, feeling the rushed heartbeat under your fingers. Raising a hand, he brushed his long fingers through your hair which caused you to moan silently into the kiss before pulling away. “That was pretty damn romantic, Brian.”

“Good, I’ve been planning it for a while.”

Who said ‘I love you’ first?

Brian did.

You fiddled around with the beer can in your hand a few times, looking around the small flat with a sense of warmth and friendliness despite not actually knowing many of the people who were attending this New Years party. Roger had invited the two of you-- Brian and yourself-- to a party this girl was hosting. He had explained that he was trying to get with her and that having the two of you show up would make him look good, so with a hesitant sigh on Brian’s part the two of you came despite him actually wanting to spend your first New Years together alone. He was more than grumpy but less than happy to be there and it was very evident on his face as he sat down on the couch, occasionally taking a sip of his beer with you in his lap. Now, with only three minutes until midnight according to the countdown on the TV, there were couples hooked together, Roger being in the corner of the room with the girl he wanted to get with already kissing, and you had your arm around Brian.

“You could be a little more excited for the New Year, babe.” You tangled your fingers into some of his hair, Brian giving you a less than enthused looked.

“I’m plenty excited. More excited for Roger actually, we’ve definitely helped him get laid tonight.” He joked, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you close before taking the last swig of his beer. The smile that slipped across his face was rather cheeky and made your heart flutter. “I suppose we’re a part of his New Year's resolution to bang a new girl every night.”

“That’s a little extreme.”

“Every other night?”

“Sounds better.” You joked, playing with your love's hair as the last minute of 1969 came full force. “Tell me one of your resolutions, then. Let’s see if its any better than Roger’s.”

Brian tilted his head back as you cradled the back of it affectionately. He needn’t have to think about resolutions; he already had what seemed like a backpack of them. They were always the most typical for a man like Brian. Play the guitar more and improve, see if smile can actually get out there more and become well known, become more tolerable of change, even if it’s bad… And of course, his ultimate resolution would be admitting his feelings out loud. Admitting how much he adored you and how close he felt to you despite only dating for 5 months now. That would take time, he figured. The whole year would be dedicated to that. But then again, the last 5 months have been dedicated to that and he wanted to make it a worth-note expression… Tonight. He decided spontaneously. He would tell you tonight, he just needed a minute to stall. “How about you tell me one and I tell you after?”

You hummed as the countdown dwindled down to 20 seconds. “Okay. I want to get better grades in the next year so… More studying.” You gestured nonsensically with the hand that held your beer.

He raised his eyebrows. “That’s a very smart one.” You smiled as if to say ‘yeah, I know’. “Mine I suppose would be…” He shrugged and readjusted a bit on the couch so he could look at you properly.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!” The crowd of people around you shouted as you leaned in to hear what Brian had to say.

“It’s more of my half a year resolution. If it’s even considered that. Or just an admittance of something I need to get off my chest. I figured it out when I first met you.” He smiled and pressed his nose to yours with a ‘Seven! Six! Five!’ being shouted with vigor. Your eyebrows were furrowed together, but a smile was still brightly across your face as you held his head gently, soft hair tickling your fingertips. Brian lifted his hand to cup the side of your face, his heart was racing. He’d never felt like this before. So unsure of the words that were about to flee from his mouth but at the same time… He felt conflicted because he felt that they were true to what he was feeling. He was aware of the magnitude of what he was about to say and there was sureness behind it. ‘Four! Three! Two!!’

“I’m in love with you.”

“ONE! Happy New Year!”

You had barely heard what he said, but, you knew. Popping your mouth open, you laughed. You weren’t sure if it were the nerves of having him say it to you out loud or if it was the fact that you were a bit tipsy and were processing it. “Brian!” You said over the people cheering and celebrating the new year. It was 1970, a year of new and prosperous things. You slid your hand from the back of his head to the side and cupped there before diving in for a rather rough kiss. He appreciated it none-the-less, sinking into it and letting his eyes fall shut. Your first kiss of a new year. “You couldn’t pick a quieter moment to say that?” You laughed again, this time against his lips.

“Figured it’d be more romantic this way.” He held onto you securely and peppered a kiss onto your nose. “I know how you like the romantic me.”

“I love it,” You snickered and drew yourself closer as if the two of you were the only people there and there weren’t a dozen other people watching one of your firsts. “I love you.”

Who takes pictures of the other when they’re not paying attention?

This is something that both of you do for each other. While there are a lot of good pictures, you also have a lot more fuzzy ones when you’re laughing and the camera is shaking while you’re taking a picture of Brian. Those ones are always your favorites because often times, he’s laughing as well and it always makes you feel warm seeing it.

He’ll take pictures of the two of you in the mirror, usually with him kissing your cheek or your surprising you with a kiss on the lips. These are the sort of pictures he takes in the mirror of the hotel rooms when you go on tour with Queen.

Tons and tons of cheesy photos of you smiling. Those are Brian’s favorites. He totally carries one around in his wallet and when it begins to fade, he takes another picture and keeps that one.

Lots of pictures of Brian and the boys. Hanging out at the flat drinking and having fun, at the studio working on new music, backstage at tour concerts.

Pictures of you in bed with the blanket pulled all the way up to your face but he can still tell you’re smiling and laughing. It’s one of his favorite pictures.

You have pictures of him shirtless, sitting in bed playing his guitar while the early morning sun is sinking into the room.

Who needs to be touching their significant other at all possible moments?

Brian loves to be touching you, whether it’s just his fingers grazing his skin or if it’s an actual full on touch, he’ll always find a way to be touching and near you.

He tends to gravitate towards you when you’re not near him, like, if you’re at one of Freddie’s parties and you’re across the room talking to someone, Brian will excuse himself from the conversation he’s having and will sneak up behind you and press a hand onto your back softly.

If the two of you are sitting next to one another, odds are your arms are rubbing against one another or Brian’s got his hand on your knee, rubbing very soothingly.

If you’re not near one another, but, he’s in the middle of an interview with you sitting across the room, odds are, he’s staring right at you every so often with a small smirk riding on his cheeks.

He’ll wrap his arms around you and hold onto you much like a koala when you’re sitting in bed. He loves to do this because he is so much bigger than you, it often leads to you tipping over in laughter and he’ll follow you.

Totally a fan of footies, whether in bed late at night or at the table, he’ll always press his feet against yours.

Him pressing his cold feet against your back in the middle of the night which oftentimes causes you to shriek at him.

Who asks strange questions late at night when they can’t sleep?

Depends what you consider to be a weird question or conversation. Brian likes to stay up and talk to you about astrophysics, especially when there’s been a new discovery. Otherwise, he’ll just chat about it without you asking any questions. He’ll even talk about the guitar and how he makes music. You hate to admit that it puts you to sleep, but he often times finds it to be a compliment because his voice is so soothing and beautiful.

The times that you can’t sleep, you’ll just press your face into his back (Brian likes to sleep on his stomach) and just mindlessly chat about anything and everything. This sometimes happens after sex and the two of you are still too wound up to fall asleep.

Brian totally cracks out his dad jokes when he can’t sleep just to see how much you can take before you push him down and tell him to be quiet. They’re super cheesy and he takes pride in that.

“Hey, babe.” The mass of curly hair next to you finally peeped up around 3 in the morning. He had just gotten back from tour a few days ago so the time difference was still messing with his sleeping. You were in that middle ground between being asleep and being awake and acknowledged your boyfriend with a small ‘hm’ sound. He shifted next to you, you could feel the bed move with that as he turned to face you. “I’ve got a joke for you. This one is the best. Please.”

“Tell me, baby.” You mumbled and pressed your face more into your pillow.

“How do you get an alien baby to fall asleep?”

“I don’t know.” You moaned. “How?

“You… Rocket.” There was a groan from your side of the bed. “Get it, love? It’s a baby alien and you ROCKET.” He laughed.

“Brian…”

“Yes?”

“You are so lucky I’m too tired to move because wow that was terrible.”

Which one is really excited to put up the Holiday decoration, and which one is dreading it?

Brian totally pretends not to be into the Holiday’s all that much, but you absolutely know that not to be true. He is quite into it despite his digressions against helping you decorate. He’ll pretend he’s being dragged into it though he’s very, very excited.

His favorite thing to do is decorate cookies with you because it will always end up with you going to lick it off his fingers but having him shove it all over your face instead. Gasping, you lick some of it off your lips before taking quite literally a handful and shoving it right dab in the middle of his face. And thus, it starts and only ends with the two of you on the floor, covered in frosting as you’re kissing each other wildly, licking frosting off each other’s bodies.

Imagine putting lights in his hair one Christmas while you’re untangling them and you plug them in and bam! Brian looks absolutely angelic. He poses in front of the actual tree while you take a picture and it becomes a tradition to do this. The two of you absolutely take pictures together like this and it becomes your Christmas card every year.

Going to Freddie’s holiday party and Brian let you put a poinsettia into his hair to be more festive. He looks absolutely adorable and the redness of the flower plays against the green on his sweater.

Who spends more money on (Useless) things?

Brian spends money on his guitars, mostly. He’s got his custom made Red Special and absolutely treats it like his baby.

He tends not to waste money on picks-- they’re too fragile and break when he plays with them and uses old sixpences instead because they give him a more gritty guitar sound, but, he’ll splurge every once in a while on a new leather strap for his guitar.

He also likes to buy new shirts, even if he knows he doesn’t need a new one. Has a very eccentric taste in style-- very unique and he absolutely shows you what he’s gotten after he goes out and buys things.

Spends money on telescopes, too. He’ll spend hours and hours at night looking up at the sky and when he finally spots a planet or something cool, he’s up and shaking you awake because he wants to share it with you.

He saves money by letting you do manicures on him instead of paying someone else to do them. You’re very good at it and know that it’s important he has good looking and feeling hands for his guitar. You’ll sit and work on one hand while he holds his book in the other, reading to you and when it’s time to switch, he does.

Who likes to cuddle more? (Who’s the little spoon? What positions?)

Brian loves to cuddle. He’ll cuddle anywhere and everywhere. He doesn’t have a favorable position, but he tends to lean more towards the ones where you’re holding him. He is 6’2 and much bigger than you as said before but he enjoys being held and love on any occasion.

Snuggles on the couch after a long day, your face nuzzled into his hair while his face is pressed into your chest. He could stay like that for hours, just soaking in the love. Often, you’ll wrap your legs around Brian and cling to him and sometimes if you stay like that long enough, you’ll fall asleep and he has to carry you to the bedroom.

Early morning snuggles with him laying on top of you, just looking down and letting his fingers trace along your face. He’ll mumble about how pretty you are and how he should be getting out of bed, but, he never does. He’ll stay snuggled with you for as long as he feels needed.

He’ll tangle his legs in with yours in the middle of the night when he drifts too far from you.

When the two of you are out in public at a cafe or restaurant, he’s always got an arm around you, pressing you closer to him in a small, intimate hug.

The opposite happens at the studio-- You wrap your arm around Brian and press him closer to you, your face being pressed into his hair as he just sinks into the love and affection. He’s absolutely smitten with you.

Wrapping your arms and legs around him when he’s sitting on the edge of the bed with his guitar in his lap and snuggling your face into his back while he plays.

Who cooks the best? (best meal? Who burns everything they cook?)

Brian cooks very, very well. He’s vegetarian and has learned how to cook suited for that. Very healthy meals but is always willing to break the rules here and there for something less healthy. He tends to cook more for the two of you and you’ve been learning how to make vegetarian baked goods for him which he really appreciates.

You absolutely LOVE his vegetarian burgers. Probably makes the best chips too. Really crispy and perfectly cooked.

You sit on the counter while he’s cooking, just chatting about mundane things and he’ll always ask you to taste, which you’re more than willing to do. Brian’s face always beams when you tell him it’s good and that you really, really want him to show you how to make it.

He makes your tea the best, too. Knows exactly how you take it and likes to surprise you in bed with a cup when you first wake up in the morning.

Who is most likely to sleep in?

Brian, but not for the reason of being lazy. More for the reason that he doesn’t want to give up holding you or give up the warmth of the bed.

Morning times often include you telling him over and over that the two of you need to get up, him telling you that he will and then fluttering between being asleep and being awake.

He will wait until the very last minute before getting up, and always leaves you with the sweetest kiss possible as he has to drag himself out of bed. You just watch him from the bed, groaning. “Come baccccckkkk.”

He will sometimes and just flop back into the bed and you’ll shower him in kisses but sometimes he just gets dressed super fast and peppers a few kisses onto your face over and over again before muttering, “I’ve got to go love” but you grab the back of his head and tug him back into the bed. “Alright, alright….” He chuckles, kissing you feverishly.

Who is the clean freak?

Absolutely… Brian. He likes things in their place, and he likes to be able to find them when he needs them.

Those nights when he can’t sleep at home, he’ll get up and start cleaning the house. It relaxes him and it’s something to drain his energy so he can fall back asleep. You’ll wake up to it being sparkling.

He knows where literally everything is so when you’re looking, he’ll pop in and be like, “Oh, your sunglasses are on the vanity. Right next to my purple tie” and you’re surprised he knows that right off the top of his head.

Keeps his Red Special clean and absolutely treats it like his baby before he has kids. He’ll talk to it while cleaning it and while tuning it and you think that’s absolutely adorable.

Long kisses or short kisses?

Give me all of those long kisses.

Brian absolutely loves to hold your face in his hands and crane his head down to kiss you deeply. These are usually very long kisses as he refuses to let you go and you laugh against his lips.

Jumping into his arms excitedly when you see him for the first time when he comes home from tour, nearly knocking him to the ground in the concourse. You give him a long, long kiss, lips meshing against his desperately as he kisses back, letting his eyes fall shut and his tongue slide into your mouth sensually, your fingers now tangling into his hair. You had been crying, he could taste the tears on your lips. He’d forgotten how much he missed kissing you like this.

The height difference is always a fun thing to dance around so Brian will pick you up to kiss you sometimes, your arms wrapping around his neck and holding yourself against him as the kiss seems to last for minutes and minutes.

The more romantic, long kisses he’ll give you when he comes home from a long day at the studio. They’re your favorite ones because you can feel the emotion on his lips. He’d missed you and he’s glad to be home to spend time with you.

Lets his lips linger on your cheek as well, especially when he whispers something into your ear. Something endearing or loving more often than not. Sometimes a small ‘I love you’ or a ‘you look amazing’ when he’s seeing you for the first time that day and you’ve come to meet him at the studio for lunch.

Who’s the first to apologize after a fight?

You, because you hate fighting and Brian goes around things in a very passive aggressive way when he’d been fighting with you. He tends to sulk around, thinking about what he had said rather than going to you and apologizing because he’s very keen on figuring out what he said/what he did or what you said/what you did that started the fight.

They’re often just domestic things, smaller bickering about the dishes or about whether or not he had told you that you needed bread before going to the store when you came home without any. These often times don’t need an apology, and Brian is always willing to mutter sorry when you tell him what actually happened.

The bigger fights are the ones where apologies are absolutely needed. The fights about him spending so much time away, the fights about the groupies that Roger has because you worry that he’d give into temptation on tour(An insecurity that he knows you have). He never yells, but he’ll sit there and take it before walking away in anger.

You’ll snuggle up to him in bed and apologize later that night, crying and telling him that you just missed him and that you missed spending time with him. He sighs quietly, facing you and cups your cheek in his hand. “You needn’t worry, my love.” He always tells you and kisses you gently. “You’re the only girl for me… I love you.”

Who is the flirt? (And who is the romantic?)

Interestingly, both of you are more romantic (Though Brian can be quite flirtatious when he needs to be. He’s learned some things from Roger over the years. )

Brian will write you guitar riffs and play them for you and only you. Only a handful of them will end up in the songs that he writes and it always makes you feel amazing because he writes things with only you in mind.

He’ll bring you chocolate bars from America that you can’t get in Britain because you absolutely love candy. Once you pick a favorite one, he starts bringing them back specifically for you when he goes on tour to America.

Always makes sure to end phone conversations with you with a gentle ‘I love you’ so it’s the last thing you hear from him everyday. He whispers it softly into the phone when he really, really misses you which is very often.

He’ll press his nose against yours and whisper “i love you’ when you’re having a bad day and it always manages to put you into a better mood.

He’s absolutely a sweet talker and showers you with kisses and compliments whenever he gets the chance.

You get more flirty with him, commenting on a few things like his fingers. “You know what they say about guitarists and their fingers.” You’ll wiggle your eyebrows as Brian wiggles his fingers.“I think I know, but why don’t you tell me?”“Why don’t you show me?” You tease and stick your tongue out.“Very well, but I didn’t think you liked to be tickled all that much!” He said excitedly, pinning you to the bed and running his long fingers along your side as you bursted into laughter. “Brian!!! Oh my god, I was talking a-about something else, pleasE!!” You gasp.

Who comforts who more often?

Brian comforts you more often. And he is very, very good at it. After being with you for years, he’s learned and has taken mental notes on how to handle when you’re feeling emotionally drained.

He’ll make you a cup of tea when you’re in need of comfort, will absolutely bring you your favorite blanket and will wrap you up in it and just hold you for as long as you need. He knows that you don’t always want to talk about what’s bothering you and that all that you need is to be close to him to feel better.

Brushing your fingers through his hair calms you down as well.

Things get a bit patchy whenever he’s on tour and you’re not there with him. You get lonely and talk to him on the phone as much as you possibly could. His soothing voice always helps you feel better. He’ll be home soon, you tell yourself over and over again. He comforts you without even knowing.

Who is the most protective over the other?

Brian gets more protective of you, especially when it comes down to media. You’d expressed that it makes you uncomfortable to be in the press without your permission and he does everything he can to help with that. He’ll be the one to shield you from paparazzi trying to get a picture, he’ll tell them to buzz off and he’s often times ready to start a fight with them when they’re not willing to stop shoving their cameras in your face.

He defends you when needed, when people suggest that fame will split your relationship up. He’ll bite off someone’s head if they even suggest that around him.

“We see a lot of… Rockstars, if you want to call yourself that, break off their relationships once they find fame because they’re getting what they’ve always wanted. What about yours?”“I don’t know about you, but we’re stronger than that. To let fame interfere with something so special. You may not know about our relationship, but, I assure you, I got what I wanted long before fame. End of discussion.”

Who kills spiders?

Brian, but, he doesn’t kill them!

Does the tactic of putting a glass on them and them sliding a piece of paper under and walking very carefully to the door and placing them outside with a small “There you go, little guy”. Meanwhile, you are an absolute mess because you don’t like spiders but it’s always nice to see Brian care about creatures so much as to save the one you would have squashed with a shoe.

He’ll joke around, “Can’t we keep this one as a pet? He’s a cute little guy.”And you’re across the room on a chair, shouting a big, “NO, WE CANNOT.”

Who wants kids more?

Brian, since the second year of dating you, knew that he wanted to have kids. The rest of Queen always jokes around about how he’s the mom friend of the group with some of his more mature tactics, and the more he thought about it by himself, the more he liked the idea of being a parent. He’d be a good one, he knew. And you’d be absolutely amazing.

He also absolutely loved children and was very good with them. They often times saw him as a big jungle gym because he was so much taller and it always made you melt to see him play with Deaky’s kids when they came to the studio or were with you behind the scene at one of their music videos. He was known as the ‘fun uncle’.

There was one time while he was playing with Deaky’s children. One of them was tangling ribbon into Brian’s wild hair and the other was painting his nails a very nice yellow color and he finally turn to you with the softest smile you had ever encountered and whispered to you, “Can we have one, please?” He glanced back down at the children with a grin and continued in a cheery voice. “Maybe even more than one. Why not two, or three?”You tilted your head back with a laugh, “Let’s start with one, love.”

How many kids?Two, or three as Brian suggested would be absolutely perfect.

Who proposed? (How did they do it?)“I like this.” Brian said and sucked a deep breath in as your fingers pressed against a tree. You grinned and nodded in agreement. A holiday away from the bustling of a city and the endless chatter of music with Queen was much needed, especially since they had just finished another album. It was only for a few days in the countryside, alone with you in a one bedroom cottage but it was absolutely needed as he wanted to spend time with you more than ever. Of course, the sex was much needed after Brian had been spending endless nights in the studio hashing out the final details before the album was released. It was mid-summer now, the trees were in full capacity with greenage everywhere. It was worth more than a thousand pictures you thought to yourself. Brian thought so too, but you were more centered in his lovely mental photo. The two of you were on a hike in the small woods near where you were staying, something Brian suggested the two of you do. You agreed right away seeing as it was beautiful outside and you were craving some fresh air.

There was a small velvet box in his pocket that was seemingly burning a hole through all of his thoughts. He knew he wanted to propose on this small trip, it was just a matter of picking the perfect moment. He had yet to find it but had a feeling it was going to happen soon. “We should make this a yearly thing.” You smiled widely and crouched down to look at some flowers. “It’s absolutely beautiful here.” Cradling some of the petals, you smiled and picked one for your love. “Here, this one’s really pretty. We can press it in a book!” There was pure excitement in your voice as you turned on your heel and looked at Brian with a grin before dropping your eyes at what was in his hands.

“W… Babe, what’s that?”

He dropped to one knee and looked up at you.

“Oh my god, what the hell are you doing?”

“I think it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

“Are you tying your shoe?” You said nervously and twirled the flower in your hand. Brian laughed and shook his head, his dark hair following that movement as sun seeped through the leaves of the trees and illuminated him beautiful. “Ar--- Are you serious, Bri…?”

“More so than you could ever imagine… Will you marry me?” He popped open the box right as you fell onto your knees right in front of him with a small unbelievable chuckle, “Are you going to say yes or am I going to have to do the walk of shame?”

You lurched yourself forward, causing the two of you to fall to the ground as you peppered a kiss to his lips. “Yes… Over and over and over again, yes.”

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER I PROCRASTINATED SO MUCH WHILE WRITING BC I HAVEN’T WRITTEN A LOT FOR BRIAN!!! I hope you guys like it, reblogs and likes are really appreciated. Thank you so much for reading!

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You know, considering the story they’ve been writing this past season I can’t say that I hated the GOT finale, and had it been better written, I would even say that I loved it. However, everything they did - it made sense to me, but in terms of how it could have gone, how it would make sense if it were developed -with a few rewrites, of course, particularly focusing on Bran and Dany, and the importance (or lack of importance) for Jon.

It’s important to note that both Bran and Dany have the same vision - this is, to the best of my knowledge, the only one shared by two characters in the show. And, we finally get to see that vision in the show (not exactly the same, sure, but ultimately the same scene). Dany is the before - what causes the Red Keep destruction, the pain and overall foreboding that is just drenched in that whole atmosphere, though she doesn’t understand that when she sees it, both in the vision and real life. Bran also doesn’t understand why he sees the Mad King, or the throne - it is, after all, seemingly unrelated to his NK storyline, except his story isn’t supposed to end there. Bran is the after, the vision is shared by the person that causes the events and the person who will fix it.

Bran being king. I’m going to be honest, while my first thought was that it was dumb, on further thought I do think it makes sense, and that it’s beautiful in a way. The two things that are first introduced to us in the story are: white walkers, and then Bran’s POV. It’s fitting to end the story on someone who is so heavily entwined in the white walker storyline, and who opened up our entire story. It was initially going to be his story, and it was, in a way, because our boy who thought he could never be important or useful because of his disability is king. And he can see everything that has ever happened and is happening - he can scope out people trying to betray the kingdom, learn from the past to work towards a future. It makes sense. But, the show didn’t earn this. The very same character they made king they also cut out of an entire season because they didn’t know what to do with him. Instead, they skipped his training arc, vaguely explained his Night King connection, and then forced Bran to become emotionless for the rest of the series. In season 8, they just seemed to lean into the meme and had Bran stare at others and make one-liners and that...was really it? Bran Stark, who had an entire arc regarding the dead, becoming almost omniscient, and such complex and important emotions about his usefulness now that he’s disabled is just....staring at people from afar and warging into birds for unspecified reasons.

But I’ve seen theories that he’s the Night King and - to fit that into him being the ruler of the kingdoms, well...what if fate were changed? Let’s say that Bran remains the same, character-wise, until the Battle of Winterfell. It’s because he’s worked out what the audience has worked out - he is the Night King. It’s the only thing that makes sense, right? He caused this to happen, just as he caused Hodor to happen. Bran goes back in time to try and warn the Mad King, but he messes up. The thought gets planted to use wildfire, but in Aerys’s mind it’s to kill King’s Landing, who are now the monsters in his mind. Bran goes back farther to try and fix his mistakes and then wargs into the man who would become the Night King. And, people say how then the NK could kill Bran right before Arya (or Jon, as expected) kill the NK, thus trapping Bran in his warg and solidifying him becoming the NK and everything going full circle. And in this version, we’re sure of that, and Bran becomes sure of that - he’s been told he can’t escape destiny, that everything is written, and this has to follow that.

But what if it didn’t?

Bran wargs, and is trapped, and becomes the Night King. He closes himself off, he’s spent centuries confined to this fate, and he just needs to kill his original body and ensure that things happen as they’re meant to. He almost forgets how he used to look, and he goes after each Three-Eyed Raven, until finally he gets to himself and is determined to just carry out destiny. But then, something happens. His original body never dies. Arya kills the NK, whoever he had become, and Bran is back and he suddenly realizes that he was so sure he was going to tie fate together, make everything full circle, and now he’s here back in his body and there is a future that’s going to happen for him and for once he isn’t sure what that’s going to be. Bran goes from being sure that he has to play at something else - the Three Eyed Raven, the Night King, and now he is suddenly hit with the fact that he’s Bran again and he starts letting himself feel again. He may have these powers but no matter what form he takes he’s now back to being Bran and he’s suddenly no longer so sure of himself and we see uncertainty, we see him going back to the same question he asked Jaime - how do you know there is an afterwards? Bran starts thinking about what he’s caused - with Dany’s life, causing her father to go mad, the cycle that he caused as the NK, and everything that occurred without him (after all by this point, he’s seen men thousands of times over ignore real danger in favor of their egos, all without any of Bran’s involvement). And Bran starts thinking about what he can do, how he can stop a cycle from occurring and if he can.

Dany going mad could happen simultaneously while Bran is having his journey. Again, something I could easily see, and I thought I had seen signs of madness in the past. And Tyrion’s conversation with Jon? About how you just keep rooting with her because you have to, because there’s a clear line and then it just gets harder and harder but she’s still technically right and now there’s the line that she’s crossed? I thought that was an excellent commentary on Dany. It’s exactly what I think of her and her character...except we didn’t see that progression. Tyrion himself named clear-cut examples and then jumped to what we see in the show - Dany going from that to child murder. We should have had at least a whole season to go into Dany’s madness, see her continue to make more morally grey choices until King’s Landing, and see her so utterly convinced she was right because she’s been right before, why should it be different now? To see her actually rule would have been amazing - see that she wants to make a better place while simultaneously having her being a tyrant, no matter how unintentionally. Maybe even have her find out about what Bran did, and have her resent him for planting the thought in her father’s head, because it makes things all the more complicated - we don’t necessarily know who’s in the right for that. Nobody really is, they all messed up, but it would fit in with Dany thinking that anyone who’s against her is an enemy and with Sansa and Arya not kneeling and finding out Bran unintentionally caused everything with the Mad King - even if Robert’s rebellion were to still have happened, Dany would still view it as yet another reason the Starks were out to get her. Add it all up and there’s more conflict and reasoning to have her go against them.

Have the conversation with Tyrion and Jon, how much they both love her in their own way, how they know that she is good at her core and that she has so much love to give but that it does not change the fact that they need to do what is right even if it is terrible. But don’t do it in the episode where she dies. Have it the season of, or the episode before. Jon gets the POVs for half the time during this season in this version of events. We see him struggling, trying to figure out how much Dany would be willing to give. We see Sansa’s POV with Dany, with Jon silently watching every interaction that Dany has with Sansa or Arya. Give that morality question to them then, and focus on Dany on her death episode. Let her have her point of view that we have grown to know, how she thinks of things, how sure she is that she is doing things the right way and that this, this will bring a better world! Let us see it from her point of view rather than two men discussing her disintegrating mental state that occurred within an episode.

With that, with another season and with an even split between Jon and Dany’s POVs, we get to see the real descent into madness for Dany and Jon’s struggle between his identities - his Stark and Targaryen one. Because I don’t care if Jon becomes king or not, I don’t even care about him being Azor Ahai or not. I actually rather like him giving a big fuck you to destiny and going off the be king beyond the wall, essentially. Because that’s what this is, a fuck you to destiny - Bran gets to be the king, Dany tried to follow a destiny and failed, and despite everything stacked making Jon out to be the hero Jon finally puts his foot down and says fuck being Aegon Targaryen fuck people constantly forcing him to be the “ultimate hero”, he chooses his family, his real family who he’s been raised with and will protect when it comes down to anything, even the woman he loves, and then he looks at his two identities when all is said and done and decides that he wants to stay Jon Snow and be where he’s seemed the most at home so far in the books and the show, and goes off to the North. Because Jon being a Targaryen doesn’t make him special. Jon being Azor Ahai doesn’t make him special. Jon being a Stark, no matter how much we all love his Starkness and his familial bonds, even that doesn’t matter. None of those names or destinies matter, because like Sansa said a season ago, Jon is Jon. That is why Jon is important, because no matter what hero or name gets put onto him, he will do what is right, genuinely right, and then at the end his reward is that he’s allowed to not be the ultimate hero, which is what Jon wants.

I know it’s not perfect, and that obviously it’d depend on them having had written an extra season (and not cut Bran out of an entire one) but thinking about how it could have been makes me think that there’d have been more emotion with that, just keeping everything the same but adding to it so that the emotional payoff feels earned rather than cheap, and made people at least slightly less bitter about the way these three ended off.

#got meta #game of thrones #daenerys targaryen #bran stark #jon snow #bc i talk about him in the end lol #anyway this is long but i've been thinking about a rewrite a lot anYWAY #janie overthinks media

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