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allkinds-oftrash · 3 years

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Ya girl is watching the latest HSM series ep and Imma live blog it hshshs and will add my reactions under the cut so it doesn't end up a long post. Anyways, let's goo:

AHHHH THE MORNING SHOW WITH GINA AND EJ WE LOVE TO SEE IT

They really said we're gonna let life imitate art with Nini and Olivia huh

Ricky was SUPPORTIVE??? Damnn I really thought we gonna get a classic Ricky tantrum....

But also wow sir that sounds salty and should definitely talk to someone abt how you're feeling...A therapist maybe 👀

I know we needed to contextualise how Ricky felt abt the song but I really wanted to see Nini's interview in full!!

Sebby you're so cute I do wanna see yall do DEH

Shjshshs not the rights not being available for another 5 years 😭😭

I dunno how they're in great shape and closer to the Menkies Gold after not having a single proper rehearsal, but go off Miss Jenn

Omg honestly Kourt's costumes are always amazing and on point Imma excited to see it

Kourt is such a simp we love to see it

Carlos is so pissy this episode we love to see it shshhs

Also love the way Seb calms him down and keeps him nice it's such a funny dynamic

"We had 20 people make our Belle dress over 50 hours" Okay North High shut the fuck up

I'm calling it now the reason North High knows so much is cos Howie is the leak and Kourt has been unwittingly telling him. The way her phone keeps going off as they discuss how North High knows everything is really good foreshadowing if my prediction is right

Also like her phone went off just as Carlos said "How did they know that?" THAT'S PEAK FORESHADOWING

If Howie ain't in North High, I dunno what Tim is doing

GSJAGSHAH KOURTNEY MAKING ABS FOR EJ I CANNOT

"I have abs" We know sweetie

"I PADDED THE THUSH FOR YOU" "AWW THANKS KOURT I NEEDED THAT" THIS INTERACTION IS EVERYTHING THAT WAS SO FUNNY!! I love that it is now canon that EJ has abs but no butt love that for him

Okay but like damn these costumes are great!! North High can fuck right off with its high end ones I just wanna see lowkey homemade costumes by students; I'd watch a Broadway show if I wanted to see professional costumes okay

Damn Carlos has killer eyesight clocking in that mask in the trunk

GINA BBY DON'T SAY THAT AND HAHSGSH NINI NUDGING HER WAS SO FUNNY

Nini's little look over at Gina was like "Omg you guys my girlfriend is so cute and dumb" GINI STANS HOW WE FEELING?

Miss Jenn don't be that naive, your boyfriend probably put them up to it

That Insta page is prophetic with their timing tbh; all the info is a leak obviously looking at your Howie but like the timing of it all. Those kiddos don't know that they are discussing the stolen mask at this exact moment (Kourt has put down her phone after Carlos snapped at her so Howie doesn't know they are talking abt it rn)

"We don't dance with the enemy" *cuts to her dancing with Zackey later*

SEBBY WEARING THE TEACUP COSTUME OMG HE'S GOING MAKE SUCH A CUTE CHIP (yes I am still mad Seb/Joe was robbed but Imma fangirl over the costume anyway)

Wtf why does North High look so expensive - they are literally in the same district as East High right??? How did they get this much funding

North High is a very artsy and rich for a public school; they should have had Nini go here instead of YAC tbh (like this campus feels like what YAC should have been) NOW THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN AN INTERESTING STORYLINE

Seblos' dynamic IS ON POINT THIS EP I really love my bois so much and their back and forth is hilarious

Shhshs DIANE who loves volleyball and North High okay I totally believe it

WHY ARE RED AND ASHLYN SO KINKY EVERY DAMN EPISODE TIM THESE ARE UNDERAGED CHARACTERS STOP IT

Shshsh we love Gina knowing herself and practicing self control by volunteering to be the lookout

Omg yall listen to Carlos and stfu they are so lucky no one saw or heard them yelling Wildcats

Oh no no no no no Miss Jenn you gonna get sucked in; this is gonna be so messy

Omg I saw someone post about this scene before I watched the ep YALL ARE RIGHT THAT BOI HITTING ON GINA IS SO FINE Babes go for that one, not EJ

NOT THEM FAKE DATING UGH E W TIM STOP MAKING ROMANTIC PORTWELL A T H I N G I honestly do not understand how some of yall can ship it romantically knowing Sofia is a whole underaged babey and Matty is a whole ass grown man - like I get the appeal of the Wonderstudies getting together and they do have chemistry but the irl age gap is creepy and outweighs the appeal of shipping them romantically

As I always say; Portwell/Wonderstudies should be a BROTP not an OTP

Ugh Brotp Portwell would have clocked Lily right away; romantic Portwell making googly eyes at each other isn't helping anyone

Living for Nini getting the recognition she deserves - I really like her solo arc this season she's so much more interesting without Ricky tbh

Aww Kourt you simp I love her and I'm so happy she's happy I wanna be wrong about Howie being a North High kid

Where is the mask??

OHMYGOD THESE KIDS COMING IN LIKE A HORROR MOVIE

Lily really wishes she was Jesse St. James huh; you could never Lily so stop

Andrew Barth Feldman and his cute little French accent I love him so much

Hnng Miss Jenn gonna get manipulated by this hoe. Omg wowow Zackey really is a hoe, making out with another girl before the show THE AUDACITY OF HIM SAYING MISS JENN WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH I WILL THROW HANDS WITH THIS MOFO

Wait the kids didn't steal it BUT WHAT IF ZACKEY DID

Ssjsgfajhdfg I CANNOT WITH ANDREW'S ACCENT but I can't tell if its really bad or really good but I'm also confused why didn't they just cast a French person as Antonie shshhs Antoine is adorableee and a little shit the best type of character

Lily is so annoying b y e sis bye and Olivia Keegan is talented I just wish they didn't make her character such a cartoony villain type

"How about if we bop to the top" SEBBY I LOVE YOU AND NEVER STOP BEING SO CUTE I SWEAR and Awww Carlos called him Honey I am s o f t

Hnng why do these fools are really gonna give into North High calling them chickens

OHHH NO SHE DIDN'T JUST SAY THAT ABOUT ASHLYN FUCK A DANCE OFF I AM ABOUT TO THROW HANDS WITH A 16 YEAR OLD

"She told us not to dance with the enemy. She's better than this" No Sebby, she's not *cuts to her dancing with Zackey* AND OMG THE WAY I SAW THIS EDIT COMING BEFORE IT CAME

Ooooh I like this song wayyy more whatever the mess The Mob Song became (when I first heard it drop on Spotify yesterday) Around You is such a great song musically and lyrically very relevant to these two and gosh I love their voices together

They have so much chemistry damn, go home Mike (well he technically has oop) and Mr. Mazzara

YES YOU DO MISS JENN YOU ALWAYS HAD IT

Oh god this is the scene from the trailer; she's gonna make a move on Ricky isn't she?? Leave him alone Lily he doesn't need a 3rd girl to be confused about he needs a therapist

Lily shut the fuck up with quasi; STOP TRYING TO MAKE QUASI HAPPEN

"I love Nini's song" Sure, Jan.

...Okay yes you should have called him out but don't bait him LIKE THAT oop there's the scene from the trailer

Ohmygod is Andrew Barth Feldman gonna hit on Ashlyn

Okay this is so cute but also I am VERY annoyed with the way this show handles its characters like they aren't relevant or important unless they get into a relationship or a love triangle?? That's such a shitty way to give out screentime and arcs to characters. Is it not enough to develop the characters on their own and strengthen their friendship???

HUH TIM why you so obsessed with compulsory heterosexuality??(well also homosexuality for Seblos but they are the only ones I'm not annoyed with their relationship cos its a hella big step for Disney to have a gay couple and their relationship isn't in our faces or overshadows the plot and its just spinkles of cuteness every time they interact - they are honestly who Rini wishes they were; besties in love. They are a couple that Tim should be taking notes from; leave the relationship drama in the background, focus on the theatre and friendship aspect of everything)

My mini rant aside; this is a very adorable interaction between Ashlyn and Antoine.

"TOM HOLLAND ON STILTS" GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE WITH THAT COMPARISON I AM SCREAMING ANTOINE THAT'S SO FUNNY

This is so funny he keeps picking out the hottest guys of the group; as if he himself isn't the French version of Big Red they look super alike ngl shshsh

WHY YOU RUIN IT WITH THAT ANTOINE I WAS ROOTING FOR YOU

Drama between Antoine and Red is already spicing up shshsh I cannot

Why are you so dramatic with the shuffle Lily gtfo of here...also this doesn't make sense?? She wasn't even on a BATB playlist; what if a non BATB song came on ahahah

Good to know they aren't big fans of The Mob Song like I am Awww EJ you cutie, okay I will appreciate the OG Mob Song just for you

OH WAIT HE PROLLY LIKES IT COS ITS A GASTON LED SONG TIM GIMME THE EJ SOLO I DESERVE IN THIS NUMBER

I'm being robbed of Gaston for the last 7 eps I at least deserve an EJ solo for compensation

The way the set looks straight out of Broadway but also like omg the blue lighting and fancy stage gave me intense flashbacks to that Glee episode where Vocal Adrenaline sang Bohemian Rhapsody

RICKY STOP BEING SALTY AND ACTUALLY COMMUNICATE WITH YOUR GIRLFRIEND LIKE A NORMAL PERSON

OMG THE SUBTITLES SAID ITS HOWIE SINGING AS THE BEAST I FUCKING CALLED IT

Howie you hoe you gonna break my girl Kourtney's heart

Yeah...still not a fan of Antoine's Dance Remix

Yall know Gina would kill the dance number if she wasn't wearing that fit

Okay but it's Gaston led song WHY DOES EVERYONE BUT EJ HAVE A SOLO IN THIS SONG??

First the Beasts led it (Howie sounded better than Ricky ngl), then the Lumieres (their voices worked hella well together; I always forget what a talented singer Frankie is THEY NEED TO GIVE HIM A SOLO SONG) and now the Belles are going at it (Ashlyn's voice is superior)

BIG RED BEING JEALOUS AND SALTY IS SO FUNNY ITS LIKE A PUPPY BEING ANGRY I CRI

...Did anyone really win, Lily??? STFU

CARLOS IS RIGHT AND HE SHOULD SAY IT

Oooh I did see someone talk about this when the Rose Song dropped last week, apparently its illegal to add songs to a musical you're doing for a school play; I really thought the show would brush past that irl rule but I guess they are playing into it

THE WAY EVERYONE TURNED TO EJ FOR THE SPORTS METAPHOR I AM D Y I N G AND HIS FACE WAS GOLDEN! ITS LIKE THAT LISA SIMPSON MEME SHHSHSH

Okay Nini is being a little pissy about leaving her song out of the show and its a little selfish to wanna keep it at the risk of being disqualified but I also understand why she's hurt

Everyone is dog piling on her right now being against her idea and it feels like they are being against her song and her herself instead of them not wanting to be disqualified. Also like she poured her heart and soul into the song after Miss Jenn lowkey rushed her to write it. So I can see why this feels like a rejection of her and her song and why she's so hurt rather than her seeing the big picture right now

It doesn't help that Ricky said the final blow causing her to walk off

Okay maybe Zackey gets some rights for being chill and wanting the kids to be peers

THIS MOTHERFUCKER I KNEW HE WAS SHADY Also the way I gasped even though I predicted he stole the mask halfway through this ep shshsh

Stab him Miss Jenn STAB HIM

Bitch why you so threatened by East High if yall have such a Broadway-esque show planned??? They honestly should have stuck to the Little Mermaid; I really wanted to see the aquarium

"It's just a song Ricky" "A song can mean everything" Do you get deja vu? Anyone else getting intense flashbacks to Jan when DL first dropped and all the drama happened 👀

YES PLEASE STAY CO ANCHORS Gosh I love them so much esp once you take the romantic connotations out of their interactions

ROUGE GRAND I'M SCREAMING

I love this long take of checking in with everyone's relationship status (still hate how romantically focused this show has become but still a cool shot)

I K N E W IT I WAS RIGHT

Okay but like looking at Kourtney's face I have never wanted to be wrong so bad GOD I HATE IT HERE I really think he likes her and I hope they work it out

Nini setting up her own music acc feels like when Olivia rebranded her whole IG to be just for her music stuff - love this for both of them

AHHHHH SHE'S NINA NOW YALL

I know everyone loves her as Nini but like I have always loved the name Nina and it really suits her to be honest also shows how she's growing up now and kind of leans into the lyric "I won't be confined to your point of view" from The Rose Song because Nini is the nickname Ricky gave her so it shows that she's outgrowing him too and I love that for her!

Overall thoughts; they really crammed all the North High drama into one ep huh. Personally would have liked it if all of this was spread out throughout the last few episodes; like different hijinks for every episode. I'm just a big fan of properly setting up the overall arc over the season instead of patching it together closer to the climax/end of the show. Cos now it lowkey feels like two different seasons - 2A felt like The Rini/Rina Show esp with YAC storyline and whatever was going on with Rina and now 2B is finally feeling like what this season should have been all this time

#hsmtmts season 2 #hsmtmts #hsmtmts spoilers #nina salazar roberts #gina porter #EJ Caswell #Ricky Bowen #Kourtney Green #Ashlyn Caswell #Seb Matthew Smith #carlos rodriguez #Big Red

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shiroganeryo · 4 years

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for the character thingy too: Miranda! 💖

I’m in bliss having gotten my two favorite DGM characters to babble talk about, so thank you very much for giving me Miranda, Lissah! ;;

My otp for them: As I explained in my ask for Allen, I ship her with him. I love both of them, so I naturally love to see them interacting and basically existing at the same time. I also think they have good potential; they’re very alike in personality but in different ways. Allen doesn’t usually let people in, so I think Miranda has a way of helping him deal with his weaknesses in a way he feels comfortable, and he can do the same for her since he seems to inspire confidence in her with his presence. I picture lots of mutual, emotional help that brings them closer. My brotp for them: Lenalee! I think the best relationships for her are the ones on which Miranda can have someone to be supportive and patient with her, given how she needs to be reassured often. Lenalee is very kind and knows how to help her to hang on when she needs to be strong. Any other ships: With Marie! Honestly, I feel bad for not having him in my OTP option - but I gotta let my heart choose the one... 💔 Marie is such an amazing guy! I love him to bits, and I do think he and Miranda would do really well as a couple. He’s reassuring and gentle, someone you can count on when you need a good word of advice, or just a calming company; which would do wonders for someone as insecure and prone to panicking as Miranda. I loved seeing them fighting together during the Lulu Bell invasion - they had such an epic entrance! Their best friend: Lenalee and Allen! They were the very first friends Miranda had, and it’s very clear how much she appreciates and cares for them. According to a Discussion Room, she and Lenalee hold tea parties with Jeryy sometimes, and it looks like Allen actually goes to them quite often. I don’t know how close she is to Jeryy, but it seems they’re good friends too! My favorite nickname for them: I don’t have one! My favorite AU headcanon of them: That she’ll be one of the people to leave the Order and join the Third Side of the war, that is, Allen’s team. Just imagine how much time she could buy him, literally. Miranda has always been a major asset in providing support whenever she appeared thanks to her unique Innocence, so I believe she could play a really important here as well, aiding Allen with keeping himself in the best state possible under the circumstances. He would probably be able of getting some real sleep without having to fear Nea eating at him... And she would be able of helping Kanda and Johnny while on the run, too! My favorite outfit they wear: Miranda wears lots of pretty, Victorian styled dresses, and I like all of them. But I think the outfit I liked the most was the first uniform she was seen in. The slider on which Time Record was kept on made the activation look really cool! She dislikes her hair, but she looked very pretty with it down, too. Defining color: When I think of her, I think about the color brown, naturally. Not just because of her hair, or because it reminds me of coffee, but also because of the old grandfather clock Time Record used to be. Would I date them: I- I’d marry her. 💦 She sounds like she would be a disaster as a lover/wife, but she’s so hardworking, I bet she would do everything she could to pamper the person she loves. She deserves so much love and appreciation, honestly. First impression: Who is this person? I bet she’ll become relevant, is she a new character? *tilts head in curiosity* Current impression: I LOVE HER SO MUCH 😭😭😭 After Allen, she’s a character I relate a lot with! She has lots of insecurities, but even so, she keeps doing her best and caring about others first and foremost. Miranda has a heart of gold, I love her personality. Time Record is the most well thought out Innocence as well, at least to me! So that makes her not only sweet but also strong and very interesting as a character! Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw! Time Record requires a lot of strategizing to be used efficiently, and according to her trivia, one of her favorite activities is studying and analyzing her Innocence. Miranda also seems to be very into thinking and constructive criticism of one’s abilities, especially her own, so that makes me think this House is the best fit for her. Which Pokemon starter they’d be: Turtwig! Out of all the starters, to me, it’s the one that looks like it has the most defense-oriented design, especially given how the back of its shell keeps on getting leafy with each evolution, which also looks like a shield of sorts. The plants and tree on the back of Grotle and Torterra respectively also make me think of life thriving thanks to being in contact with this Pokemon, which Miranda does with her healing powers.

#dgm #d.gray man #miranda lotto #ask #I feel like I didn't ramble as much on Lavi's which was the first one I did and I feel sorry for him #but I wrote his while not being too sleep deprived so that's why #guess I have more filter the more sleep I get sadjadk

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steves-on-a-plane · 4 years

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Snow

For @thefanficfaerie‘s OTP Challenge (2020) Words: 836 Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Prompt: Winter Wonderland: Day 6 - Snow Summary: It’s the first snow of the season & Reader is eager to enjoy every minute of it. She does her best to drag Steve out of bed, he willingly comes along without much protest. When it’s time to head inside, Steve has some plans of his own.

“Iiiit’s beginning to look a lot like Christmaaaaas! Everyyyywhere you go!” You bellowed loudly, out of key and off tempo. Steve covered his ears and laughed just as loud from his spot in bed.

“Is this going to be my alarm for the next nineteen days?” He asked, moving his hands away from his face.

“Only if there’s snow on the ground.” You proclaimed. You threw open the curtains of your bedroom so that Steve could see the blanket of white covering your front lawn. “I love snow.” You sighed happily.

“Wait a minute, I thought you hated snow.” He recalled before dragging himself up into a sitting position.

“I do, but we’re enjoying the little things this year remember! So, get your snow gear on, Honey.” You leapt onto the bed and attempted to shove Steve out of it.

“Okay, I’m going, I’m going.” He smirked. As you gave him another gentle shove, Steve pretended that you successfully pushed him off the bed. He crashed to the floor with a hard thud.

“So dramatic!” You rolled your eyes, you leaned over the side of bed and peeked down at him. “You okay down there, old man?” You teased him.

“If you’re trying to kill me for my life insurance, it’s going to take a lot more than that.” He informed you, finally getting to his feet.

“Okay, last one dressed has to shovel the walk!” You declared before sprinting out of the bedroom.

“Wait, that’s not fair! You’re already dressed!” He called after you.

You put on your winter jacket and pulled the hood up over your head. You tucked your feet into your fur lined boots and opened the front door. You were immediately met with a blast of icy cool air so cold it had you reconsider going out there. With a determined huff you stepped outside. You had to get out there and inspect the quality of the snow before Steve.

There was a large oak tree that sat off the corner. You sat in front of it and got to work building a snow mound. This would be your primary line of defense for what you had planned next. You’d managed a semi-circle about four inches tall before Steve stepped out of the front door.

“What are you doing over there?” He called out to you and fat fluffy flakes continued to flutter to the ground.

“Definitely not building a snow fort.” You answered before hastily trying to pack more snow into your semi-circle structure. Steve edge closer to you, inspecting your snow fort.

“Good foundation.” He appraised. “You covered your blind spot by pressing your back against the tree. But, I have one tactical advantage over you.” He bent down and scooped a fist full of snow. “You’re not protected against arial attacks!” He proclaimed before tossing a perfectly formed snowball at you.

“Ah, no!” You tried to duck but it was no use. The snow made contact with your shoulder and burst into powder. “That’s not fair! My fort’s not done yet.”

“All is fair in love and war, isn’t that how the saying goes?” Steve disagreed.

“Well, since it seems you have some tactical advantages, both your height and your ability to make basically perfect snowballs, I guess I’ll have to employ a new strategy.” You decided.

“Oh? What’s that?” Steve asked.

“Over taking you with rapid fire!” You had several small, imperfect snowballs that you lobbed at Steve as quickly as you could.

From that point forward the war was on. You and Steve chased each other around the yard trying your hardest to avoid getting hit while still landing your mark. Steve was of course not running at his full speed to give you a fair chance, which actually meant you were winning. The icy air filled your lungs, and the muscles in your legs burned as you tried to sprint through the now ankle-deep snow. When you finally felt like you couldn’t run anymore you collapsed to the ground, letting the snow cushion your fall.

“Great idea, Darling.” Steve walked over, not out of breath at all, and dropped down next to you. “Snow Angels.” He smiled waving his arms and legs in the snow.

“Too tired for that.” You breathed.

“Well, I know what we can do instead.” Steve propped himself up on his elbows. “How about we go inside, I draw you a nice hot bath to get you warmed up?”

“Mmm, that sounds nice.” You agreed. “Too bad I’m too tired to move right now.”

“I could carry you in.” He offered. You felt one of his hands find its way to yours. “Maybe help you get undressed, stick around to make sure you don’t drown.”

“So you’ll get in the tub with me?” You asked looking over at him.

“Purely for safety reasons.” He assured you.

“Oh of course.” You nodded. “And what if I told you that was my plan all along?”

“I’d say great minds think alike.” He smiled.

#Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers x Reader #Steve Rogers Reader Insert #Steve Rogers Fan Fiction #Steve Rogers FF #Steve Rogers Fan Fic #Steve Rogers Imagine #OTP Challenge #OTP Challenge 2020 #Winter Wonderland #Christmas #Christmas 2020

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owlflyingaroundthemoon · 5 years

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Phyllis Stone for the character ask

Phyllis Stone - Follies

Favourite thing about her:

I don’t know if everybody thinks this way, but I think she is really smart and sassy at the same time. She has great comebacks and I find her lines quite humorous. The way she talks to Ben and can find something to sarcastically joke about in any given situation perplexes me.

Despite all these years of enduring his -shit- she still loves him, and is ready to take him back. I love her mental and psychological power, how she doesn’t yield to years of emotional torture.

Plus, I adore her fashion sense, in all renditions she wears top notch dresses! Very professional but tasteful and appealing. I love how they made her dress choixe fit her character change. In the flashbacls she dresses floral and colourfull, but now she dresses one colour and classy.

Least favourite thing about her:

Ummmm, loving Ben- okay no.

I mean, she is my heart, I don’t even know. Probably the way her younger self portrays herself in the flashbacks? She seems to have a large issue with self confidence and sees Ben as a god, and I hate that. I basically hate that she doesn’t love herself more.

Favourite Line:

*All of “How Could I Leave You?”*

*All of “Lucy & Jessie”*

But my most favourite ONE line is:

“Could I bury my rage, with a boy half your age? In the grass? ...”

...

"Bet your ass."

Just, casually, as if it is nothing peculiar to say.

It just kills me every time I hear it, especially knowing that it is actually true and happened multiple times.

BrOTP:

Phyllis and Sally. I was very unsure about how I feel about their friendship for the longest time, but I came to the conclusion that despite everything, their friendship is worth it.

I really wish to think that they had a friendship after all that :)

I am very sad because that may not be true, because that would be awkward :(

OTP:

Ben Stone x Phyllis Stone. I know, obvious choice, but I cannot choose anything else. There are no other choices. If there were, I would still choose this one.

nOTP:

Phyllis and the random guy (waiter boy?) she shagged :/

That was just weird :/

Random Headcanon:

I just created this now (I know, unlikely and unrealistic):

Maybe, when Phyllis was young (in the flashbacks), when she had very low self esteem, and when she understood that Sally loved Ben too, she thought about leaving Ben to Sally. And maybe she even though about being together with Buddy, but soon realised that Buddy doesn’t love him and he is meant to be with Sally. So the same story we see with Sally and Ben, in Follies, happened with Phyllis and Buddy years ago, for a brief period of time, but Phyllis overcame it. And it shows how different Sally and Phyllis are.

I know, sounds like a conspiracy theory, but it is the most you must expect from me at night.

Unpopular Opinion:

To be honest, even though it really saddens me to say this, I think Phyllis should have left Ben Stone years ago. For real though, they were together for some 30 years, and as we hear from her own songs, she has faced all kinds of cruel behavior from him throughout the years. He was emotionally distant, made tasteless jokes, slept around and viewed her as a chore. If we apply all these to a real life situation, it makes the shittiest husband ever and I would advice any woman to leave that pile of rubbish.

Well it is Ben and I don’t want to be too harsh, but he really was a scumbag for all these years and Phyllis just easily accepts him back. I think love blinds her to all the obvious faults of his. If she had thought with her sensible side before, instead of acting on feelings, she would have left him years ago. She even says “How can I leave when I left long ago, love?” But she means that emotion and relationship wise. She didn’t actually leave him, but she should have.

Song I associate with her:

Je Veux - ZAZ

Yes, it doesn’t even fit her that much but I just think about her choosing “love” over herself and I think about this song. She says stuff like “I just want love and good time” which kind of reminds me of her? Now that I think, this association is weird.

Bring On The Men - Jekyll & Hyde

Yes, this is a prostitute song. But also, the singer who sings Lucy, usually sounds a lot alike the singer who sings Phyllis. Therefore, I think most singers who sing Phyllis can sing that song pretty well too, and it is not hard at all to imagine them dancing to that after seeing them in “Lucy & Jessie”.

Favourite picture of her:

Honestly, if there is a @mistysblueboxstuff painting of something, that is 99% my favourite picture of the said thing.

This one, I saw on her twitter and I fall in love. So happy my favourite Phyllis Janie Deé has seen it!

There is one more she has painted, but I think this one captures Phyllis’ real self and emotions better. The picture emotes better and clearer than many people, damn.

#ask #anonymous #follies #stephen sondheim #phyllis stone #ben stone

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drrockbell · 5 years

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Edward Elric (because I want to see) but also Lucy from Fairy Tail (I want to know why you like her and NaLu so much)

Thank you sooo much for the ask!

Edward Elric

How I feel about this character

He’s my short, demisexual, agnostic representation. He’s brash sometimes, but he’s like the nicest person in the world. I wonder how easy it’d be to befriend him. He looks like he’s so busy all the time.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Just Winry. I’ve loved them from a young age (8) and I personally see their love as eternal and nothing will ever change that.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Ling, obvs. I know that the ship is extremely popular, but I really don’t see it. They’re just really good buddies who talk about how amazing their girlfriends are and Ling occasionally crashes at Ed’s place when he doesn’t feel like doing emperor work.

My unpopular opinion about this character

This is EXTREMELY unpopular but I feel like in 03 Ed was made a bit too desirable romantically, including in the games. There’s implied feelings from Noah, Rose’s final arc is all about him, there’s that strange obsession from Dante, and in the games there are, I believe, 5 different girls with implied feelings (there’s apparently a scene where Sophie walks in on Ed in the shower) Learning that there was supposed to be a love triangle b/w Ed, Noah, and Alfonse made me cry

I’ve just never liked the sexual tension and implied feelings that’s common between the main protagonist and the “new girl.” And it is SO overused in anime and distasteful. (If anyone has ever seen more than two movies of Naruto then they’ve definitely seen this) They do this with Roy too in 03.

That’s why I’m a lot more comfortable with Ed’s romantic life in BH because they just focused on one person and didn’t do that particular type of fan service. (In BH Al is the one who gets all the attention without making him out to be this major desired guy)

For me, it just hurts my feelings a bit especially when I know that Winry is keeping Ed in her thoughts, has no other men or romances in her life (because you know girls have to be good and only think of one guy while he attracts as much attention as possible 🙄), and a simple phone call would be enough to make her happy. So I just don’t see why they had to introduce and force in these other characters when a canon relationship was already established.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

Not live the rest of his life in Germany

You know I noticed that Edward has never once spent the night alone. He has never spent a long period by himself ever. I wish there was a point where he was truly all by himself (I’m not counting fighting Kimblee bc it didn’t last long, there were other allies somewhere, and he made friends with Darius and Heinkel quick)

Also, I wish in BH his morals would have been challenged the way they were in 03. That would have made the perfect FMA for me.

Also, I don’t know if I want this to happen or not, but Ed getting taller?

On one hand he’s perfect the way he was and was able to find love being 4’11’ (huge inspiration) but on the other hand, 30 year old Edward Elric is daddy🤷🏻‍♀️

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Lucy Heartfilia

How I feel about this character

She’s sooo sweet! I feel like she get put in the back burner a lot and the her enemies hurt her give a strong rape vibe, so that just makes me feel for her more. She gets insulted a lot for her outfits and physical weakness, and it’s not even her fault. She’s actually the most innocent, most abstinent character, but gets criticized a lot by people who don’t know FT.

When I first started watching FT, she just reminded me of Winry. They’re not all that much alike, they’re just real bubbly and have similar senses of humor and they both just looked a lot alike so I think that drew me into her.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Just Natsu. So there are a lot of reasons why I ship them.

I think from the outside they look like you’re stereotypical hotheaded protagonist and preppy girl ship, but they aren’t that at all.

I found this to be so strange, but apparently they weren’t even supposed to be a ship! I thought from all of the canon art and screenshots that they were already together, so I confused (and bothered as hell) when I realized they weren’t even planned! They’re endgame now, though, once the creator grew to really love them together.

One reason I love them together is that for each personality on of them has, the other can match it.

Like if Natsu wants to joke around and play games, Lucy matches that perfectly. Or if Lucy is deep in thought and is bothered by something, Natsu notices immediately and will drop everything to help her.

I feel like before Lucy joined Fairy Tail Natsu was a bit more closed off and spent most of his time at home or on jobs. He fought a lot (in a good way) with everyone else, but I don’t think he really had any friends until Lucy. Gray was a rival and Erza was someone he usually just avoided out of fear. I think she made him more open and sociable.

He spends far more time at her house than his own, tries to read her book (and let’s be clear. Natsu doesn’t read ANYTHING) she’s the only person he consistently goes on jobs with.

I think the moment that really touched me was when Natsu truly thought she died and it put him in such a heartbreak he didn’t care about anything except revenge (we know the affects of END gave him the demonic flames and aura, but that anger and despair was all for her)

They can be goofy, they can sit down and talk about nothing, and they can be tender with each other.

I can go on for days, but those are all my highlights.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Juvia! I wish they had more screen time together that’s not just “love rival!” stuff. They just have a really cool dynamic and we know that they’re really good friends.

My unpopular opinion about this character

Kinda what I mentioned above, I just feel like whenever she’s being attacked by an enemy there’s just... a rape vibe to it.

For ALL the characters, male or female, they always dress inappropriate for battle and lose their clothing in battles. It’s a sexual anime, without the sexual content.

But with Lucy... they always do this torturous, invasive way of hurting her and I don’t like it.

Like when they’re on the island and there’s this gigantic man hitting her repeatedly from behind and picking her up by her head and just how almost ever enemy is like, “I’m gonna strip you, hahaha” that bothers me and I don’t miss how it’s done to Lucy, the most vulnerable and innocent character, more than everyone else.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

I wish her attacks were more space like! So we’ve got the zodiac thing going on and that’s awesome, but I can see her having powers similar to Captain Marvel.

She’s a celestial girl, so if she had some anti-gravity, supernova stuff going on it would be so cool and it’d fit for her magic type and the show.

Also I don’t want her to be the girl everyone saves anymore. She’s gone one so many jobs and has been training, but the creators still use her as an outlet for someone else to look cool and heroic because they save her.

It’s not even close to being her fault, they just need to write differently than they have.

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ifeveristoday · 5 years

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Are we in Bizarro Land?

@jenny-calendar has already keyboard flailed about the progress of Jenny and Giles in the Boom!verse (and I definitely have thoughts of my own) but this issue is so good about picking up from the quiet introspectiveness of issue 7, as if Jordie thought, ‘Okay, I’ve let Willow breathe and Xander come to terms with his new existence...now shit’s really getting real’ and we’re back into action.

A feature of the Boom!verse has been the feeling that each issue has a mini cliffhanger - not necessarily, OMG what happens next?!? in feeling all the time, but ‘why did you end it THERE?’

It happened for me in the Chosen one-shot - I would have liked to have spent more time with the individual slayers (possibly giving each one her own issue instead of sharing?) but the glimpse I got of each life was intriguing.

With issue 8 of the Boom!verse, we’ve definitely hit upon OMG what happens next territory.

And one of the elephants in the fandom - the Buffy/Angel relationship gets introduced in this issue.

There’s a lot of other plot points about issue 8 that I’m going to address in separate posts, but I want to comment on the B/A dynamic as it is in the Boom! verse. OG canon will be referenced but for the most part I want to focus on what Jordie and Bryan have decided to do with them and how that impacts their relationship in 2019.

Did I go down a google deep dive to ascertain if Bats do in fact have tails? Yes. Yes I did. And they do, but it’s not quite to the extent that Handmade Costume Buffy takes it to -- her costume looks more like a cartoon version of a Bat, with the little forked end. There are 1000 species of bats, however, with the majority of them having some sort of tail, both obvious and not so obvious. And there’s a bumblebee bat that does not have a tail. I highly recommend that you google it because it’s goddamn adorable.

Despite his many years existing, I don’t think Angel really was cataloging all 1,000 species of bats and just went with the common perception that bats are tail-less. The bat motif has been repeated over with them in canon, however - there’s Camazotz, Buffy’s pegasus bat (who’s returning for HELLMOUTH), the endless Batman comparisons Angel has (TV and Bryan comparing him to Bruce Wayne) and of course vampire bats (Dracula and his party trick). Buffy dressing up as a bat is pretty on the nose for this ‘verse.

And I like that it’s obviously homemade - Joyce (or Eric! Doctor after all) probably helped her stitch on ears and a tail to a black hoodie and black shorts, and she just needed fishnets to complete the look - cozy with a slight detour into Women’s Halloween Costumes Must Be Sexy All The Time Now, Especially if It Is Not Sexy Before. Buffy wasn’t going to spend Tuna Palace money on wearing a costume for an event that she was forced to unofficially chaperone, hence the surliness/over it attitude with Halloween. We still have no idea what fifteen-year-old Slayer Buffy was like and if her Halloween in Los Angeles was eventful or it’s a Los Angeles vs “small town” approach to Halloween.

Or if it’s Buffy just being annoyed that once again, she really can’t participate in an ordinary teenage ritual, she has to watch over it to make sure everyone’s safe. The visual of Buffy on the fringes of the party, observing, not participating is something that really resonated with me, as a fan of the TV canon and just being a withdrawn person in RL.

Buffy’s had a setback - her friends have gotten hurt helping her slaying, her crush has fizzled out before it could properly begin (and Robin dancing with a look-alike didn’t help) and as Giles likes to remind her, evil is always in the background. Her doing normal stuff - group date with her friends is directly before Xander gets turned by Spike and Drusilla, and then she witnesses Willow giving up a part of her soul for Xander, and being defensive when Willow tells her she hardly knows herself - Buffy is both a part of their group but separate. The argument the two get into in front of the demon - that Buffy tells Willow she’s pretending, and Willow tossing back that Buffy is a master of pretending and lying (Slayer, secret identity after all) and the demon sneering at Buffy’s overinflated sense of worth - just because she’s the Slayer doesn’t automatically give her soul more weight. Xander and Willow’s bond excludes her because they’ve known each other forever and she is the new girl. The outsider.

We’ve been given more insight to Willow and Xander, but just peeks at Buffy’s mindset - and with all that’s happened, I don’t blame her for being resentful or less sunshine-y than her season 1 TV counterpart. But Boom! Buffy as always, is her own person.

It’s this person Angel is trying to figure out. Over in his world, Buffy/The Slayer is nothing but a flashing danger sign - a shadowy figure that he first mistakes for Mara/Marius - a source of regret/love from his Angelus past. Mara was chosen by Angelus because she was a renowned fighter, and he makes/renames her in his image - possibly referencing the Roman god of War as well. But all the omniscient demons in his life insist that this girl is a danger to him and that love will bring him nothing but pain and she is the instrument of that pain.

Moth, meet flame.

Boom! Angel is not burdened with destiny in the shape of a girl, he doesn’t know anything about the Slayer or what role she’s going to play in his life, only that she’s going to impact it - most likely in a negative way.

So what does he do?

Treat it like a war campaign - do the recon, know your opponent’s weaknesses.

Which brings the comedy, because the Slayer he’s been warned off so many times isn’t the feared creature of vampire myth and legend, but a resentful tired girl in a bat costume who does not appreciate the tall dark ‘looks like a serial killer’ man in a devil mask sitting right next to her. She wants to be left alone.

In any other typical story, there would be that element of fear with a stranger, but because Buffy’s the Slayer, she knows she can defend herself and put the hurt on this guy.

Meanwhile, it’s Angel’s turn to observe. And 2019 Angel’s social skills have ...not improved. There is a slight symmetry to their meeting - Buffy watching a world she’s not quite a part of, and Angel watching her and not sure how she fits into his world, both outsiders looking at something they’re not sure they want but still are fascinated by.

Angel’s initial attempt to get closer to Buffy (literal sitting down next to her, then being a troll and moving up one stair) is the personal approach - he notices that she’s bothered by Robin dancing with another girl and then quickly enters Uncomfortable Job Interview Questions territory - 'tell me about yourself - where would you be if you weren’t here? What if you had more time for you?’

These are not mortal enemy questions, obviously. Angel is trying to decipher Buffy as a person and subtly mirroring her body language.

In a callback to Willow’s accusation that Buffy doesn’t really know herself - she admits she doesn’t know what she would be doing if she didn’t have to be there - she said to Xander that she’d rather be home studying...but come on. That’s not what she really wants to be doing.

To defuse the suddenly personal conversation, Angel makes the observation that the reason no one can tell she’s a bat is that she has a tail - and Buffy is so wrapped up in her situation that she doesn’t clue in on the fact that Angel has used Xander’s words almost exactly. She repeats that she hates Halloween while flaming with embarrassment that she’s appeared both vulnerable and not bright in front of a stranger.

This whole exchange - about who Buffy is and what she presents to the world - no one knows if she’s a cat or a dog - I’m a bat fits neatly with her identity crisis as a Slayer and as a teenager still figuring stuff out.

Similarities to TV canon - Angel knows more about Buffy than she knows about him, and he’s intrigued by her, and she’s...annoyed by him.

The update to their histories is what makes me intrigued about the potential of their romance/relationship - it’s definitely happening with all the hints that have been dropped, anvil-like from the sky - but Buffy is not Angel’s route to redemption or desire to be useful for the fight for Good. He was already going down that path/doing that before he meets her. Angel is not a romantic figure for Buffy, she doesn’t know what he looks like, only that he’s really chatty (!) and vaguely has motivational speaker vibes. He’s not a canvas for her to project ideal fantasies on, just yet.

They’re both damaged, unsociable in their own ways people - but a connection has been made. Where Jordie and Bryan (and Jordan Lambert for HELLMOUTH) go with it, is the exciting part. The ending we know is inevitable, plus it’s the first year of their series, and creators rarely get OTPs together and stay together that quickly, but because Boom! has them both under their umbrella, crossovers will happen more easily and the mythology will be tighter instead of the same tiresome ‘one is more darker and adult than the other blah blah blah shut up dude creators as if that’s the only worthy characteristic of a story’ box.

So, I’m excited about the journey, and as you can see in my chat bubbles above - any Hades/Persephone parallels.

Look how gorgeous this panel is - the colors and the way Buffy is perched above it all...like a bat. Or Nosferatu.

#meta #buffy comics #boom! studios #boom! verse #the ballad of buffy and angel #not that i've thought about this at all #overthought? yes #buffy summers #angel #what's the point of an English degree if you can't wildly blow up every little pointless detail?

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seeroftodayandtomorrow · 5 years

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Tdb rewatch: A wedding

German title: Eine Hochzeit, which is an exact translation.

I....don't like the episode. I mean I'm not super disappointed or angry, and the wedding itself certainly looks pretty enough so it's okay. But there is too much I don't like, too much I actually cringe when seeing it. Too many plot holes and open questions, as well. Nothing major, and it's not like we aren't used to that from Glee, but still....

Let's see....why does Kurt tell Walter he's going to the wedding with Blaine, but then later asks Blaine to go to the wedding with him? Why does Walter says he and Kurt need to buy suits when Kurt is part of the wedding party and wears the same suit as anyone else (at least I assume that's why. German weddings don't usually have wedding parties or matching clothes)? Why is Blaine's mom at the wedding and how can she never have met Carole before? Why does Santana so blatantly ignore Brittany's wish to not see each other in their dresses before the wedding? Does Kurt know of Blaine and Dave breaking up?

I'm also not a great fan of the vows. The interjecting is a logical choice, but weird, and none of it see,s like something a person would actally say. The German version changes the "I'm a work in progress"part into "You complete me", and I don't know what to think of it. The Otp hats are just...no, and also I have discovered that from today's perspective, I have a very bad reaction to red hats with white letters on them. Even the wedding songs are weird, particularly Our Day Will Come, which seems like a strange thing to say when, at least from a fairytale-ending perspective, their day has just come. Also, it's more like a Santana-Blaine duet, and I'd have wished for a more equal-rights quartet from both couples.

One of my biggest issues, and I'm very sorry to say this, is the Klaine reunion scene, particularly Chris Colfer's performance. His lines seem very rushed and there is no more emotion to them than he is out of breath because he was running. Also, at, "Unless there's someone else", he's looking around as if expecting someone else gaving moved in already. And I'd have wished for some kind of defining moment for him when he realizes that although he's kind of dating Walter, it's not working for him and he wants Blaine.

My daughter said, A forced wedding? , but that part (not the forced. They were not forced.) I actually don't dislike. I know Klaine fans and Brittana fans alike were disappointed their couple didn't get a wedding episode to themselves, but Glee does love its parallels, so it makes sense. And I like the thought of Britanny looking at Kurt and Blaine as the couple that gave her hope she could be with Santana - though I'd have liked to see something of that in season 2 and 3. Also, as was said in the post I reblogged about a rushed wedding being good for them, I think it's actually not a bad idea for them to be married. I think they both give up too easily, are too quickly discouraged. Being married might give them the chance to work through their issues without giving up on their relationship.

#tdb rewatch #todaydreambelievers #tdb rewatch: a wedding

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mr-and-mr-diaz · 1 year

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gotta give it up to TVFanatic, discuss the buddie moments with the enthusiasm we deserve

you better believe it was couples hour!!

I didn’t even think about that--Buck really does squirm whenever someone else bring up the lightning strike, but not when Chris and Eddie are talking about it with him. Ahhh how family-shaped of them

WITH.

HIS.

FAMILY.

I’LL SAY IT AGAIN--

teeheeheehee

I literally didn’t even THINK about this--like, Eddie realized Buck had a superpower and that it made Buck feel really good about himself and decided HWELP, GUESS WE ARE GOING TO TAKE AS MANY OPPORTUNITIES AS POSSIBLE TO MAKE BUCK FEEL LIKE THE SPECIAL MAN HE IS and just went and made the man’s day over and over again, filled with praise and acknowledgement. Dammit, you husband material, you!!!!!

And now I just have this image in my head of Buck and Chris pulling the cookies for his class out of the oven, and putting in just one more pan just as Eddie gets in the door off-shift, and Buck takes it as his que to pull the steaks from the marinade and put them on the grill and the whole time they’re being wholesomely domestic, and, and--

YES PLEASE GIVE ME ALLLLLL OF THAT I NEED IT!!!!

HAVE

BEEN

FEDDDDD

#buddie #eddie diaz #oliver stark #eddie x buck #buck x eddie #otp: you two have an adorable son #otp: you can have my back #otp: i thought you just dress alike #9-1-1 #911 spoilers #911 season 6

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the-canine-king · 5 years

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i answered all 50 questions in that oc question post

note: i'm only talking about the ones i made lol i was gonna link them all the character’s names to their profiles but that shit’s way too much work so: https://toyhou.se/CanineKing/characters/folder:all/tags:1/tagged:Original

1. Your first OC ever? hmm, there's probably two answers 1) an unnamed character who was basically a fantasy dressed fox kemono boy. do you remember playing a game as a kid where you look out the window in a car and you imagine someone doing sick parkour beside your car? he was the character i imagined (there was also a whole other story i dreamt up where i was some long lost princess from other world and he was gonna save me from this one but that's a whole other thing) he's technically a character i thought of but never thought of anything beyond that, i don't think i ever drew him either 2) 4 (maybe 5) characters i made in middle school where it was about these characters that come from families that can bend one particular element, and they're all friends on school trying to get used to their passed down powers and also be basically kid superheroes. i drew them out and gave them names, but i never wrote anything beyond that, but they were definitely ones that i would call my first actual written ocs 2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs? -looks at ace, eliott, and mel- no 3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else? yup! before i wasn't so big on the adopt thing, but i turned into a fan w/ collecting designs and writing a lil story for them! i adopted 38 characters, and one other that's currently still in the process of trade :P (and unfortunately trying to purge some away) 4. A character you rarely talk about? unfortunately that'd be a lot of characters bc i'm super focused on drawing ace/ mel smooching for the 548787th time 5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be? i'd probably make it eliott bc who else doesn't love a cute, shy, goat boy on the internet 6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related? ...... i can't think of any lmao 7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories? i literally only make ocs to make stories so 8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here! nah i can't do rp stuff :'D 9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else? honestly, not really if i made them lol but i guess i can if i'm not attatched to them and such, so if i just made a design and offered them up then yeah i can trade them (unless i love their design lol) 10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design? even thought i haven't fully drawn my plans for his outfit, azazel would be the most complicated in my standards 11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”? me personally, i'd say eliott bc that baby boy is trying his best story wise, either thorne or lucas (but totally lucas since thorne is a liar at heart) 12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot TOO MANY AUGH the very first oc i fell in love with but was forever homes was like a fantasy setting character that was an adventurer and had eagle legs/ other features w/ banging colours but other than that too many others 13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs? again, a lot, i guess. bc they mostly fall into that trope? aiden (even though he's trying to be a better person), damien, eve, hugh (in a way), jack, ollie, ricky, roman, and wyatt 14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory uhhhh, hard to choose, i don't have any more bc i haven't written their backstories yet lol - growing up as a theif his whole life to support him and his mother, accidentally kills someone after an awakening of powers and is had to run from his hometown - growing up being shadowed over and forced to be someone that they're not, only to get their hubris get to them, causing themselves and others get hurt and can't even remember the person they loved - growing up w/ betrayal after betrayal she closed herself off, but they met someone and slowly opened up and accidentally fell in love w/ them, only later getting caught and fell from grce, then only to find the person they trusted before not remember them - after being caught on what seemed to be a fatal accident, gets rescured from a miraculous surgery, but he's slowly forgetting what he looks like and who he was every passing second - two people close to each other, only to end up w/ betrayal and lies 15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people? absolutely but if they ask me something i haven't planned yet i'm just "UHHH" 16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? 17. Any OC OTPs? nah ace/ mel is my notp :/ anyways if it's couples in general then: - ace/ mel - lucas/ darla - kaiko/ caspian - + a bunch of the parents in the monster family story - damon/ ollie (okay i'm really not planning for them to be together, but they cute u.u) - jebediah/ demon boyfriend - gunther/ harem - nadiya/ her girlfriend which i still haven't decided if i want her to be like a princess or a traveling swordsman of sorts) - the chimera girl i designed/ her human girlfriend - the fallen god/ mercenary 18. Any OC crackships? uhh i actually don't know :V anyone of the people listed being w/ someone else would be a crackship? idk every other pairing i know i wouldn't like lol 19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) i guess eliott! i guess also catherine, ricky, comet, and/ or captain since they were my fist group of ocs i wrote a bit about, but i think eliott means a lot more bc he was the one that got me thinking more about ocs :> 20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)? for some reason i feel like rosa would be a singer? va hc would be someone w/ a strong husky voice and she would probably sing really well in kind of old slow songs you hear in old bars i also thought maybe lillie could sing too, but they’d usually be softer songs or lullabies to calm herself down it’d be nice/ cool to write for fallen god to be able to sing as well, and maybe the mercenary too so they can have nights signing together. maybe fallen god can sing songs that are in their own god language or whatever, and mercenary can watch in awe there may be others but i can’t think of them rn/ they might be charas i haven’t fully made yet 21. Your most artistic OC lmao it’s a bunch of ocs that i haven’t developed my ocs enough for me to know so let’s skip i guess 22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how? i mean, people get some stuff wrong about my ocs sometimes but they’re usually so small that i really don’t care about it lol 23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like? hmm they relatively stayed the same personality wise but i assure you everyone’s changed from their initial drawing of them 24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why? that's. a really hard choice actually lol bc i wanna be hugged by one of the parents in the monster family story i made, but i also wanna hang out w/ the characters that i can comfortably hang out w/ lol 25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?) everyone’s got a bit of shared piece of themselves w/ their ocs don’t they? 26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will? against my will? i can’t think of anything that i changed against my will so no :V 27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song? the only two i can come up rn are: alistair (devil wears a suit and tie) and rosa (o, raven) 28. Your most dangerous OC? i guess the chimera girl i made since she’s trying to fit in the modern life? i mean i still haven’t thought of her story yet but i know she Angery 29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going? ace, aiden, maybe keaton 30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection? mel, eva, roy 31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) eliott: landscape stuff, muted colours, mystical content here and there ace: default theme, memes, probably has a side blog that’s more of an aesthetic blog mel: super aesthetic blog, romance themed 32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? literally anyone in the renegade group i could’ve said anyone in the hunters group but they’re all fucking idiots (lee would be more closer to the renegade’s level tho) 33. Your shyest OC? eliott, roy, audrey, fallen god 34. Do you have any twin characters? i literally want to design twin ocs just to have twin ocs jdshfkjsdf 35. Any sibling characters? audrey, dylan, and elle + eve and juno + ace and jack 36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)? nah not really lol 37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human ?? i barely have human characters in the first place, unless this one means humanoid :V 38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer? iiiii can’t think of anyone other than the two parents i thought of that i’m planning to be dance teachers lmao 39. Introduce any character you want i haven’t drawn them yet but fallen god and mercenary are two unnamed characters that i recently started thinking of where fallen god falls from the heavens and looses their sight, and the merc runs from their past meet and they team up together w/ the merc being fallen god’s eyes and the fallen go being their protector 40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share! i guess it;s just sentimental ones like, first ocs, first compliments, first art/ fic of them, etc. 41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!) YEAH AND EVERYONE DRAWS THEM CUTER THAN I DO (well i mean these were from freebies, art trades/ games, and gifts but still) please check out ace’s other’s art gallery and eliott’s other’s art gallery, bc they have the most of them (bc i ask for them a lot lol) 42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods? whoever in middle school age i guess 43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess big n beefy, jokesters, heart of gold 44. Something you like about your OCs in general that i made them all (well of course not the adopted kids) 45. A character you no longer use? everyone every time i don’t focus on their story anymore than i used to ;;;; 46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly? fortunately no, and i hope no one does and it’d stop to others bc wow that’s rude as hell 47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child? okay literally the first time i made eliott, everyone i knew wanted to adopt him as their kid lol 48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure eliott, parker, elle (i love all of them tho :’D) 49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes ace, roman, ricky, aiden, dylan, eva, ollie 50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want i love all of my babes okay good night

#king speaks #ocs #yetanotherOCmeme #long post

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hoechloin · 6 years

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Do you think there’s an actual chance of Eddie and Buck being a couple on that show or will it be baiting like Sterek all over again? I need to know bc I’m traumatized at this point and can’t get invested in a new cute gay otp if there’s a chance it might be baiting :( thoughts?

okay so my optimistic self would like to say there is a chance for them and it isn’t baiting. eddie just came in this season – we’re only 5 eps in and they’re already best buds. warning whatever i say from this point is spoilers!! LIKE buck arranged care for eddie’s son bc he saw him struggling and they both helped aforementioned son down the fire pole and JUST LOOK:

oohmmyghoshgoGOOODDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also, there was this interaction:eddie: “[those girls] aren’t my type” buck: “mine either. not anymore”

NOW buck does have a gf BUT she left end of s1 and isn’t coming back (#confirmed by writers) HOWEVER they’re still together on the show (the gf is traveling around europe) but it’s going to end soon - he was in the process of moving his things out her apartment in the last ep.

buck’s sister says his current relationship is the longest he’s ever had (6 mths-ish) but notes that his girlfriend has been away for more than half of it sooo… that shows he’s never been able to hold something real down. could this be due to some repressed feelingz? mayhaps.

and w/ eddie – he has a son but says the mother isn’t in the picture and his abuela says something like “i thought you all just dressed alike” when he and buck are together in their work uniform. thing is- she didn’t know they were colleagues so could this be an old person making an ill-informed all-gay-ppl-dress/look-the-same comment? is it that deep? or is the groundwork being laid? eddie remains a bit of mystery– he’s only been in 5 eps and the whole show is only at 15 episodes so it’s all fresh atm

LONG STORY SHORT: on the surface to a casual viewer everything can be read as just friends but if u look a lil deeper it does seem… deeper. i wouldn’t say it’s bait-y territory yet and i can only hope n pray it isn’t another sterek situation bc fuck teen wolf for that always. that being said– i’m not going to hope for anything toooooo much because that way lies madness

BUT: buck + eddie = #buddie. god damn that’s cute. okay bye this is a mess

#Anonymous #asks for ts #eddie x buck #i can not believe how long and incoherent this has gotten

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manicr · 6 years

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abandoned WIP OTP 21

I wrote a chapter 21 of my otp challenge but really just lost all interest in it, since it’s like 13 pages long I’ll just post it. If anyone wants to continue it feel free.

OTP 21/30: Shower Sex

Warnings: mental illness & bad coping, substance abuse, mentioned self harm, suicide mention, abelism, abuse, hurt/comfort, D/s, controlling and manipulative.

Notes: Canon Bullseye grew up in a poor neighborhood NYC with Bronx, Brooklyn and Queens all cited as possible places. I’m placing him in the Bronx and that he lived there between the late 70’s to the late 80’s, mostly before the urban renewal of the area but after the lowest point of urban decay.

Canon Lester did blackops for the CIA before his career as a costumed killer, only on page mission was dealing with Contras in Nicaragua.

Bullseye was “healed” by the Hand in an “improved” body in Elektra (2014-2015) after the failed resurrection by Lady Bullseye and the Hand in Daredevil.

Bullseye’s mental health has always been unstable, current comic-canon seems to be Bipolar Disorder (Foolkiller) with anti-social personality disorder (Daredevil).

Beta-read by Izumi

Summary: A call for help sent to an old friend. Rock-bottom ain’t that steady ground.

Daken hadn’t expected a text from Bullseye. In fact, he hadn’t thought twice about the assassin for years, nor had he any idea of how Lester had managed to contact him. It wasn’t like he was listed anywhere, or had the same number he’d had when they worked together. Yet, there it was.

Ozzie cocktail

Bullseye

Short, to the point, and utterly unexpected. For a moment, Daken entertained the notion that it was a fake or an ambush, but it was unlikely that anyone but Lester knew what an Ozzie cocktail was or would want one. It had been his moniker for the medications he’d been on at Osborn’s Avengers. It was presumptuous of Lester to think that he would remember the exact composition of crap that he’d been eating – never mind the fact that he actually did. Daken sighed and set his phone on the table, leaning back in his seat and considering if he wanted to be dragged into the mess that was quintessentially Bullseye.

Tapping the armrest with lacquered nails, he considered the possible scenarios. The simplest answer was that Lester actually wanted his help, that he’d run out of his drugs and urgently needed a top-up but couldn’t procure it himself. Additionally, it might still be a trap and an ambush, but not a premeditated one rather just Lester being himself.

Daken took his phone again and checked the geotag on the text: 1968 Marmion Ave Apt 3D. Bullseye had deliberately left the data there for him to find. Lester still did that CIA/NSA black ops shit on reflex; he was a ghost when he didn’t want to be found. But his chosen place wasn’t much of a surprise. Lester had always been drawn to his old haunts, the Bronx was like a siren call to him, despite how much of the neighborhood had gentrified.

He’d already made up his mind, want it or not. There was too much temptation in figuring out how much of a mess Bullseye had become since he’d seen him last. Certainly, he loathed weakness in others, but somehow seeing Lester’s was like watching a train wreck: morbidly captivating.

Rising and clicking though his contacts, Daken sent a short message to Laura that he had personal business to deal with, and if she needed him to text. He nearly didn’t send the message, hesitating for a long time, trying to justify it to himself. She had invited him to town. They had had lunch yesterday, with Gabby, and she’d talked extensively how she’d come to rely on him. Not that she needed to, Laura was more than competent to take care of herself and Gabby too. Daken pressed send, feeling overly sentimental.

He got dressed and got his keys. With a quick stop to get the drugs, it’d be a 40 minute drive from his Lower Manhattan apartment, if he was lucky. He’d hand the drugs over, investigate Lester’s condition to his satisfaction, and then spend another few years blissfully unburdened by Lester’s particular brand of crazy.

The first part of his plans went well. But knowing Lester, Daken should have expected it to fall apart the moment he stood outside looking up at the red brick house. The sex shop masking as a hair salon and driving school that looked like it had been there since the 70’s really gave the place ambiance. Daken quirked a smile at the equally rundown Gourmet Deli at the corner; Lester had always had a weakness for sub-par deli sandwiches.

He knew that he was hesitating, wasting time reminiscing about the very man he was there to meet. Double-checking the bag with the medication and ignoring the passers-by who ignored him too, Daken steeled himself and pressed the buzzer to apartment 3D.

No reply.

It wasn’t entirely unexpected, so Daken merely pressed all the buzzers until someone on reflex let him in. There was always that one person, even in a neighborhood like this where poverty was a real problem and crime was a common occurrence.

Walking up the stairs, and catching a few stares from the tenants as he went, Daken looked for Lester’s apartment, but for some reason there was no D apartment on the third floor. He couldn’t scent Lester strongly enough either, with the harsh stench of cleaning supplies in the air.

A dark and doe-eyed woman, barely more than a girl, spied at him from her half open door with a look that spoke of pure desire. '

“Excuse me, miss? I’m looking for 3D,” Daken asked with a smile, recognizing a person who would help him if he laid on a little charm.

“3D?” She repeated with a Puerto Rican accent, her smile faltering and face blanching like he’d asked for the address to the Devil himself. Which, to be honest, wasn’t too far off the mark.

“It’s alright, you can tell me,” he reassured her, pushing just a little pheromones to relax her. He should have expected the response. It wasn’t like Lester would be a model neighbor.

“He changed the sign. It’s 3E.” Her accent got thicker as she spoke, her nerves still getting the better of her.

Daken thanked her but she closed the door before he could finish speaking. Lester had evidently rattled up his neighbors well and good. Daken rolled his eyes and went to the right door. Not even bothering to knock, he picked the lock.

As he tried to open the door, he realized there were several bolts barring the way.

“Figures,” Daken muttered to himself, before raising his voice: “Lester, come open the door, or I will break it.”

He could both hear and scent the assassin now, but there was very little movement from him and it was possible that he was either passed out or in a drug or alcohol induced stupor.

“You always had to have things the hard way.”

It took a few firm kicks to break the frame of the cheap door, blowing it open with a shower of splinters flying inward. Daken adjusted his jacket and hair, walking in and closing the door behind him, as best as it could be.

“Lester?”

The apartment was an utter mess. Leftover food, booze, clothes, trash, broken furniture, and a stench of unwashed human were the first impression, followed closely by the way Bullseye had torn up the walls and ceiling with impromptu weapons. Daken didn’t know how to feel about this revelation about his former team mate, it wasn’t exactly surprising but neither was it easy to square with his previous memories. Norman had always insisted on a clean house. But the signs had been there even years back.

As Daken moved in to the living room, he caught the whiff of blood and his nose could tell him that it wasn’t just the apartment that Lester had torn up. Bloody smears on the walls after bloodied knuckles, trails dripped and splattered on the carpeting and walls alike, together with copious amounts of vodka and cheap beer. It was easy for Daken to visualize Bullseye hitting the wall, screaming and punching and punching until he was a ragged bloodied mess, his rage unabated.

Pathetic. Daken sneered and wished that he didn’t have to smell all of the filth. He had half a mind to just dump the bag of pills and leave. Let Lester fend for himself. Still, he went into the bedroom. Predictably, he found Lester, still in his costume, sprawled on top of the bed. He was alive, but about as mentally present as a lobotomized psych-ward patient.

“Tch, Lester. What have you done to yourself?”

Daken set the bag of drugs on the bed, which was as much a dirty mess as the rest of the apartment and stank even worse. The source of the stench was Lester himself, unwashed, unshaven, bruised, bleeding and with some of his wounds having the scent of beginning infection and sickness. He’d lost weight and mass too. Then again by the looks of the trash in the room, he’d been living off pastrami sandwiches, chips, cigarettes, pills and booze. It was hard to see the ruggedly handsome man beneath the grime and stench.

It was hard to believe that he’d sent the text either.

Daken rummaged to find Lester’s phone, revolted to touch most of the things he found, but finally finding it beneath the bed. It was fingerprint locked, which wasn’t any real problem since he had Lester right there. Pressing a limp finger to the screen, it opened. Daken found the text immediately and noted to his own surprise that it was set to an auto-send. The conditions seemed to be a certain time of inactivity. Lester had set up his own SOS to him.

He didn’t know if he was to be flattered by it or just felt pity. It was undoubtedly pathetic and sad that he was the closest to an emergency contact Lester had.

Daken dropped the phone on the bed, and wiped his hands off on his pants. “You really are a mess, darling.”

He surprised himself by actually wanting to do something about it. He checked the adjacent door, and found a bathroom nearly as grimy as everything else. Daken turned on the shower, letting it spray and fog up the small room and puddle in the grimy tub.

Removing his jacket, Daken walked back out to Lester and started to undress him with clinical efficiency. Daken noted the signs of infection, cataloged the new collection of scars and, oddly enough, the absence of a few old ones he’d been intimately familiar with. It was Lester, without a shadow of a doubt, but it was like he’d been partially regenerated. He’d seen on TV that Bullseye had, allegedly, died, so maybe this was the effect of whatever had revived him.

Frankly, if he ignored the signs of abuse, Lester looked… younger. He knew the man was past forty, but the version of him that was passed out on the bed looked thirty at most. Lester’s clammy skin was tauter than it had been, his wrinkles far fewer, and even how his limited body fat was placed indicated a younger man. Not that Lester hadn’t done his best to squander his newfound youth with abuse and neglect.

Once undressed, Daken carried the dead-weight of his one-time team mate with benefits to the bathroom. He could feel that Lester wasn’t as far from consciousness as he feared and it was quite likely that he’d be able to wake him with little effort.

Placing Lester in the tub beneath the spray of lukewarm water, Daken rolled up his sleeves and resigned himself to the task ahead. Lester didn’t stir yet, beyond a reflexive cough at the water in his mouth, so Daken found a bar of soap and started to scrub Lester down, taking particular care with his wounds.

He’d done worse tasks; Lester at least was still alive. Besides having washed dead bodies before, he'd also dismembered people using his own claws -- a messy and intimate job that was smellier than what he was doing now.

“Sometimes I think that you do stupid shit like this just to get my attention, Lester,” Daken said softly as he worked the blood off Lester’s long fingers.

He worked his knuckles gently, bruised as they were. Daken told himself he was doing this because it’d put the mighty Bullseye in his debt and control, and any other action would merely put Lester into the hands of the authorities.

“It’d be much easier for you to just call me, y’know.”

Rinsing Lester off, Daken went to see if he could find a razor in the mirror cabinet. The glass was cracked and the lock broken, and most of the content of the shelves were empty pill bottles. To his surprise, there was a straightedge razor folded there too. It was visibly bloodied. Picking it up and barring the blade, Daken rinsed off Lester’s blood, trying to keep the sneer off his face.

Lester could be so weak and foolish. It got worse when he was unmedicated. Every now and then, he'd just spiral into anger and self-destruction, borderline suicidal and 100% certifiable.

One day Lester would kill himself.

But not today.

Daken went back to the tub, razor in hand, and started to shave Lester’s face. The stubble wasn’t too long and yielded easily to the blade. Slowly, a more familiar face emerged. Lester, despite being a mess, looked much better clean-shaven. Daken debated with himself if he should shave Lester's head. The inch or so of bright blond hair was an unfamiliar sight, but not altogether displeasing now that it was clean. It did, though, make the scar on Lester’s forehead even more jarring. The old scar tissue seemingly recently deepened. Daken, deciding he had done enough, let it be.

At this point, Lester started to stir with slow and unfocused movements, coughing away water and reacting to touch. Doubtlessly, he’d be still drunk or high once he did wake up.

Daken didn’t expect Lester to be grateful or even appreciative of his effort. Cleaning up Lester’s mess had always been fool’s errand. Daken supposed that he was the fool today.

Daken slapped Lester sharply in the face, once and then once more when Lester didn’t respond to the first one. Lester woke with a groan and an immediate instinct to lunge for him.

He easily restrained him and firmly pushed him back down in the soapy tub. “Stay down, Lester.”

“...Daken?” Blearily staring at him, Lester seemed to struggle with what he was seeing.

“You’re in your shitty rathole in West Bronx, it’s Tuesday, and you texted me to come here,” Daken filled him in and stood up, grabbing a towel and wiping his hands and arms, though feeling that it made him dirtier than if he hadn’t. “I brought you your drugs and cleaned up your sorry ass.”

“What?”

Lester tried to get out of the tub and slipped back in even before he’d managed to get up. He was weak as a kitten by all accounts, though slightly more sober than Daken had expected.

Cocking a brow, and fighting the urge to smile at Lester’s expense, Daken noted, “Say: thank you, Lester. Be a good boy for once.”

“For getting me naked, ya freak?” Bullseye snarled and seemed to regret his own vehemence as he cringed, possibly from whatever withdrawal hangover he was sporting.

“You were covered in blood, vomit and booze, darling, and some of those wounds will need serious care or the mighty Bullseye will die from sepsis. In case you didn’t notice its rather cold in here but you’re still flushed. You have a fever brought on by infection. You need antibiotics, which neither you nor I have with us. And that’s without mentioning the other drugs you should be taking.” Daken’s tone was deliberately dry and slightly accusing, he had no intention of pussy-footing the issue.

“Next time you decide to try to commit suicide, remove me as your ICE contact. I don’t fancy finding your bloated corpse.”

Lester grabbed an empty bottle of body wash and threw it at him, Daken easily caught it before it hit his face.

Glancing at the bottle and back at Lester, Daken arched an eyebrow and drawled, “Really, darling?”

“You fucking piece of shit! GET OUT!” Lester roared, as fierce as the aforementioned kitten and flushing further from the exertion of simply raising his voice.

It was hard to take him seriously; looking as young and weak as he did, Lester sat in the tub like an overgrown child, still wet, bruised, and sulking at needing help.

Setting aside the bottle and sitting on the lid of the toilet, Daken rolled his eyes.

“Again, you contacted me. Why don’t you grow up a little, and show some gratitude. Say: ‘thank you, Daken, for saving my life’. And why not add a ‘sorry for the bother’ to that as well. I’m making this easy for you, Lester, since I know how you get when you’re like this. Don’t push me or test my patience, I won’t be so forgiving then.” He put some force into his last words, making it very clear to Bullseye that he wouldn’t tolerate a tantrum from the unstable assassin.

Lester coiled up both emotionally and physically, and Daken could tell how close he was to another outburst. That wouldn’t do. Before, Lester could lash out in whatever manner he had intended – the straight razor resting on the corner of the sink being a likely candidate – Daken grabbed him by the throat and pushed him against the tub, water splashing the both of them.

“Settle, Lester,” Daken ordered firmly, easily being able to hold Lester down, weak and poorly positioned as he was.

Snarling and barring his teeth, Lester struggled against his grip but Daken remained unmoved. Wanting it to be quickly over, Daken popped his claws and let the tips graze Lester’s throat. Despite his volatile temper, Lester finally froze beneath his grip.

“Bastard,” Lester hissed in anger, his heart rate far too high and naked chest heaved with each breath.

“Get it though your metal-plated skull, I’m here to help you. What we’re going to do is to get you out of this tub and dressed in something that resembles clean clothes. You'll take your damn meds and we'll leave this dump. You need medical attention and I broke the door getting here. But first, Lester, you need to get your shit together long enough to do any of that. Do you understand?”

Lester glared at him, his blue eyes finally seeming focused and aware, but he didn’t reply.

Daken stared him down and pushed his claws a little closer, scraping skin but not yet breaking it. “Understood?”

“Understood.”

Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t just anger and resentment that Daken scented on the man at his gritted reply, but arousal. He should have known to expect it. Lester had always been turned on by shows of force and, in a roundabout way, by being dominated. Him being naked and probably high did nothing to dissuade that. However, with his condition it was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to perform or enjoy anything.

Daken eyed him again, now that he was mostly clean and awake, Lester looked somewhat attractive again. Last time he’d touched him with that in mind had been a while ago, and with a body that had been in a sense of the word, older and more worn. Still it was a hard shift from before.

“You seem to have gotten an upgrade, Lester,” Daken remarked and ran his free hand down Lester’s wet chest and abdomen, more sensual than he had done when scrubbing him down.

Lester’s eyes flashed and he bared his teeth, still with that same undertone of need making his pissed off visage more of an affectation. “None of your business, bitch. Hands off the merchandise.”

“You seem to like it. I think I like the change too, you were getting a little on in the years. Was starting to think that the next time I saw you, you’d be fit for a nursing home,” Daken mocked and ran his hand along the inside of Lester’s thigh, noting that Lester couldn’t get it up despite his desire. He’d assumed correctly regarding the assassins fail and exhausted condition.

“Fuck you.” Lester hissed and grabbed the front of Daken's wet shirt, tugging him down lower into his enraged face.

However, he also shifted his legs in the tight space in a manner that made Daken’s hand glide lower into his groin and press the both of them closer to each other. Everything Lester did was full of contradictions, desire and violence intermixed. Pity that it couldn’t go any further.

Nearly purring, yet showing control, Daken noted, “So that’s what you want, darling. What makes you think I’d give it to you?”

Lester strained once more in his grip, the muscles in his neck tightening and making Daken’s claw pierce skin. It drew a droplet of blood, which turned pink with the water.

Daken withdrew his claws, unwilling to let the masochistic and self-destructive assassin decide what kind of abuse he’d receive. He’d be a fool to trust Lester’s judgment.

“You’re sick and hurt, Lester. You’d do best to do as you’re told, or I’ll just decide that I can’t trust to be conscious.” His tone was once more serious and matter of fact, the teasing gone.

Bullseye did react on that threat; he could scent the tinge of fear bloom in him like a toxin spreading through his veins.

“You know just how easily I could knock you out. Just a little more pressure on your neck and you’d be out like a light. I’d carry you out of here just as easily as I carried you here,” Daken continued for good measure, his hand now on Lester’s right wrist, pulling his grip off him.

Lester’s eyes grew wider and his lip trembled slightly, though he still held onto his facade of anger. The man had never known how to deal with his own feelings, always reacting with anger.

“You do not control me. You do not command me. You say ‘thank you’ and ‘please’. Understood?”

He was used to repeating himself with Lester, hammering home his message by utterly overpowering him. Lester was always more hassle than he was worth. It had been foolish to come at his call, but he was here now.

“Understood.” The same word repeated. He seemed slightly more honest with his acquiescence this time, but Daken wouldn’t hedge his bets on it. Besides, his agreement wasn’t enough for all the hassle and wet clothing.

“And?” Daken pressured.

“...Thank you.”

Lester said it in the same tone as ‘fuck you’, but it would be the best Daken would get out of the unstable psychopath in a near future. Any manners had to be coaxed out of him with threat of violence or promise of reward.

Daken merely nodded and patted him on the cheek, he did not want to overtax the already weakened man with too much strain. For all he knew, Lester could have a heart attack if he stressed his body any further, those drugs he took weren’t exactly entirely safe with the vodka he could scent on Lester’s breath. Reading the warning labels on the pills had been an experience of its own.

Finally turning off the water, Daken grabbed the cleanest towel he could find.

“Get up.”

Another cut off curse from Lester and a strenuous climb out of the tub, nearly ending with him falling head first back in before Daken could grab him. Clicking his tongue, Daken steadied Lester and wrapped him in the towel, roughly drying him.

“You know, I hadn’t expected to have to give you the assisted care treatment. But you just had to go and fuck things up. Next time, don’t expect me to come running.”

Resentment boiled in Lester like a pressure cooker but he contained himself to murderous glaring, and Daken wondered how much more he could provoke Lester.

“You’re not mute. Say what you want to say.”

Daken tossed the towel aside, leaving Lester shivering, the cold finally registering in him.

“Fuck you, you shitfaced toerag. Fucking fuck you, I’ll fucking rip your teeth out and feed th--” Lester started, building up more rage even as he spoke, the profanity and threats rolling out of him relentlessly.

Daken punched him in the face.

“No. If you have something real to say, use your words.”

Lester stood stunned. Despite his condition, he managed not to stumble back from the blow. Daken had probably gotten the worst of it; he’d forgotten how much hitting Lester’s adamantium skull hurt. Ignoring Lester’s wide-eyed shock, Daken went to grab the least objectionable clothes he could locate.

As he returned with a loose tank and sweatpants, Lester merely spat: “I hate you.”

“That’s better. Put these on so that we can leave, your shoes are by the bed.”

He shoved the clothes in Lester’s hands and seeing how unsteady he was, firmly guided him to sit on the bed. Leaving Lester to dress, Daken removed his wet shirt and threw it on the floor with the rest of the junk. He put on his jacket, pocketing both of their phones.

“You got everything?” Daken asked and took the bag of drugs he’d brought with him. “Any keys, IDs, cash, cards, personal effects?”

Lester shoved on his shoes and got up, going to a closet and getting a baseball cap, a thin jacket and a backpack. Evidently, he’d been well enough, at some point, not to only set-up his SOS but also a go-bag. That spook shit still stuck with him.

Lester moved to leave and Daken immediately went to his side, holding his arm as he guided him out of the trashed apartment.

“You won’t be returning here,” Daken asserted as they walked out of the half open door into the aggressively lemon scented hallway. Lester shrugged and moved on down the stairs. Daken caught the girl from earlier glancing at them from her door, he paid her no heed. He was relieved to leave the squalor.

The damp spring air outside was welcome. Moving steadily to his parked car, Daken dragged Lester with him. He refused to let Lester walk on his own after he nearly did a nosedive into the pavement stumbling over his own feet.

It started to dawn on Daken what he’d done.

He had a wanted criminal in the middle of a borderline psychotic break in his care with no plan of what do do with him beyond patching him up.

“Where are we going?” Lester echoed the question that was spinning inside Daken's head.

“Away,” Daken spoke as he thought. “I'll get you started up at a new safe house.”

He caught the glare Lester was sending him but ignored it pointedly. He didn't have the patience to deal with Lester's petty resentments.

“My car is right here.” Daken grimaced as he noticed that the car had been keyed and attempts at breaking in had been made. He open it and gestured for Lester to get in. It took a moment of mutual glaring for Lester to give in and get inside, still with that sullen look on his face.

“You can stay at my place until I get the right calls gone. Eat your meds and just shut up while I fix things.” It wasn't much of an apology and not really meant as one, but Daken couldn't let go of the, quite likely misguided notion, that he owed Lester something. With this he could clear whatever red he had in his ledger when it came to the psychotic serial killer, as well as enough leverage to keep himself in the clear.

He got his phone and started making the calls even as he drove. If some flatfooted cop wanted to stop him, Lester would deal with it in his usual way. Daken refused to feel any responsibility over that potential scenario.

The first calls yielded him little next to nothing. He didn't have enough sway to pull a safe-house out of his hat that easily, but it gave him enough intel to know who could and at what price. It was all becoming more of a hassle than he'd budgeted for by far. The medic was an easier issue. He would get a house-call that evening and the first step of getting Lester off his couch would be achieved.

“I ain't gonna stay, fuckface,” Lester grumbled as they drove downtown. Daken ignored him and kept on driving.

The silence held for a little while.

“Why the fuck are you doing this?”

“You texted me.”

“Like the fuck that matters. I dunno how off my tits I was to do that, but you fucking came and I wanna know why!” Lester was yelling now. It was all so unnecessary and loud.

Daken didn't have a great answer. “I did, so what of it?”

“No! You don't get to do that. You don't get to betray us all, bail out and then just waltz in smelling like roses once the shits blown over.” Lester was fuming now, Daken didn't need to look at him to know that. At least he'd medicated himself.

“That's exactly what I do, darling. Whatever benefits me. Ozzie's show was going to blow, we both knew that, I just had the sense to get out before you all got caught,” Daken countered, not bothering to deny anything, even if the words felt like the belonged to a man who died a decade ago.

They had both died.

But it seemed like only Daken had come back different.

“So, where's the benefit? How does this fit into your schemes, Daken?”

Lester was so confrontational, so volatile, and the old Daken would just have put him in his place using whatever means necessary. It however didn't feel right. Instead, Daken just ignored Lester's whining.

“A medic will see you over this evening. Get some antibiotics in you and deal with the mess you've let yourself become. Leave after that if you wish. Deal with your own mess.” Daken stared at the road and kept both hands on the steering wheel.

Lester's angry silence filled the car, but Daken didn't let himself be baited by it.

“You died,” he said, breaking the tense stand-off, “how did you come back?”

“None of your fucking business,” Lester spat, once more avoiding the topic.

“True, but I'm curious. It was quite the thing to see you impaled by your dear Daredevil on live TV. Very up-close and personal. You finally got what you wanted: his undivided attention.”

Daken knew he was being cruel, knew that every word would dig at Lester like ticks under his skin. It was a bad habit from the bad ol' days, one that he found himself slipping into far too easily.

It wasn't hard to predict that Lester would attack him, Daken blocked the first hit without looking away from the road. He did however turn and punch Lester in the chest as he stopped for a red light. Lester wheezed and crumbled, too weak to be a real fight. Daken drove on as the light turned green.

“Fucking hate you,” Lester wheezed a while later, and Daken just hummed.

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Himi-Weihnachtskalender Promps

Prompt Nummer 1: Prompt: sleep rituals (Schlaf/Einschlafrituale) Guys, I am simply to slow in writing too actually write about multiple ships/relationships in one prompt. I was sitting on this one for hours and that despite the fact that this got shorter with every move to the next ship (my apologies for that, by the way...) but I’ve wanted to start the calendar with those 4 ships and then of course realized that, as usual, writing for my own OTP was much easier then writing for the other ships. And I was running out of time as there is other stuff I need to do today too. I hope you can still enjoy that first Prompt at least a bit. (I have not yet proveread the story and I am not feeling like doing it right now either, so bear with me, please.) So... this story was suppose to be called “Falling asleep” but it somehow turned into something that I might as well have written for the Prompt “Peace” and that is why this is the name of the Story in the end. Lets go...

Peace

Sibi groaned in displeasure and changed his position.

It took less than a minute before he sighed and changes his position once again.

This time at least a minute has passed before he finally planted his face in his pillow to muffle a frustrated scream. This. Was. Ridiculous. He was the man that made almost every female person in the world swoon. His face was so attractive that it was almost impossible to resist his flirting. He was the king of seduction. (Or at least he thought he was all that…)

And yet… here he was unable to fall asleep because his girlfriend was not here. He felt like a child that couldn’t fall asleep until its mommy came home from work and it was embarrassing as hell. Thank god no one could see him like that. It was not like he hadn’t tried. He was actually extremely tired and exhausted. That had been one hell of a week. Lots of fighting, lots of nights without much sleep and lots of problems arising left, right and center. Tonight should have been the first night were they hoped would finally be able to get a whole night of well deserved Rest. And then the elementarwächter had been called to an emergency meeting with Green. A meeting, that apparently was meant to go the whole night. Sibi and his brother were not allowed to join (sometimes they were, it depended on a lot of things if they were allowed or not…), but at least that would have meant for them to finally get some sleep. Some much-needed sleep. Honestly, the dark rings under Siberus pretty eyes looked awful. He really needed to do something about it. But everything hed tried to fall asleep failed. Usually, he and Firey would take a shower or a bath together, then he would take care of their Hair and would use his secret weapon to make sure Firey would leave her hair open for the night.

(It was easy, really. He planted a soft kiss in her neck and whispered in her ear that she should leave her hair open and although she always said one day that trick would not work on her anymore, it had yet to fail him…)

After that, they would go to bed. She would wear one of his shirts – he loved it how they exposed her pretty legs – and he would wear only his boxers and then he would find his peace in her arms. The would lay there for a while, her arms around him, while his head would rest in her chest and they would talk for an hour or two about everything that they found with talking about. Good and bad things alike. They promised each other to never fall asleep with unspoken words in their heads. Be it a funny story about that idiot Azuma or how much it had hurt Firey that she had to kill that demon that looked so human or how Siberu had gotten in trouble with Green when he disobeyed her orders because he was so damn sure that his plan was simply better… and easier. No bad or good things were left unsaid. It gave them peace. Made it possible for them to fall asleep with a smile.

So when he realized, falling asleep without all that was much harder than spending the whole night on a battlefield he tried everything he could to make it easier for himself.

He took a long hod bath – but it simply wasn’t the same without her. He made his hair after using her shampoo – it was not very manly, but he loved it when her hair smelled like it and desperate situations ask for desperate measures. He actually went to bed cuddling with one of her shirts – yes, the smell of her calmed him a bit, but it simply wasn’t enough.

Next step was listening to her favorite music – nope, the only thing he did was realizing he actually started to sing along to that one annoying song that he always said he actually hated.

Then he spends half an hour reading some pages in her favorite book, after all, they say reading before sleep was good – it neither did help nor could he say that he was too interested in what was written in the book. His last desperate try was to turn on the lamp on the nightstand after half an hour of shifting and turning – yes, he felt stupid acting like a child that was afraid of the dark, but at this point, he wasn’t even sure anymore if he wasn’t actually afraid of the darkness of this room (and this room only) when his girlfriend was not around.

It did not help. Nothing helped. He needed his Firey to fall asleep.

So when after two more ours the door to their room finally opened, he could immediately feel how his mind relaxed. She didn’t say a word. But the look on her face spoke volumes. Silent she went to the bathroom and came back wearing the shirt he had just discarded when he went to bed. This time, when she pulled the covers aside, he was the one opening his arms for her and he saw a smile tugging at her lips before she allowed herself to fall into his arms. Hear hed rested against his chest and he felt how she started to relax.

She wasn’t the one to be held often, but if she was, then she really needed it and Sibi was more then willing to be the home to her, that she had become for him. “Tell me everything…”, he whispered in her hair, knowing that he would shorten the amount of sleep they would get even more. But he could never sleep peacefully, knowing that his Firey was not doing the same…

~*~

In Greens Chambers, Gary had been reading a book. For many, many hours now. And he was used to reading a lot and late into the night. Really. But he laked as much sleep like every other person that had fought alongside Green and his eyes were trying to refuse him multiple time. When he was ignoring the signs that he should stop reading, his head started to ache.

And yet, here he was, sitting on Greens bed – as he was technically not allowed to share it with her, he refused to call it “our bed” tho that was very much what it was – and continued to read this extremely difficult book. Not that he minds, but his very tired and exhausted brain did.

He was simply refusing to fall asleep without Green. Ever since their reunion, he was very, very unwilling to calm down until she was right next to him. He was fine with not always being able to be by her side, but he would one feel whole again when she was at his side. As by her side was where he belonged.

Every once in a while he sends an angry glare at the clock. For the sake of the gods, Green had worked even more than everyone else this week – of course, she did, she was the Hikari, it was her duty – and yet she still had to hold that emergency meeting for hours. She needed sleep, she needed rest and they also needed to be together for all that. If there was anyone besides Shaginai or Izumi that was really hard on Green when it came to her duties as a Hikari, then it was Gary. But he only did it because he loved her. He didn’t want her to be in more trouble than she usually was in on a regular basis. He wanted for Green to be happy and even tho she was denying it, that the wächter liked her, that her team of elementarwächer was proud of her and that Shaginai was both of it, was an important part of the Hikaris happiness and if he needed to push her to get that happiness then he was willing to do just that.

When the door opened and a few seconds later a totally exhausted Green fell face first onto the bed, Gary smiled and finally closed the book.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No.” Her faced finally looked up to him, the look of an abandoned puppy on her face: “I want cuddles.”

He laughed. “Can we change first?”

He saw that she wanted to say “no” and demand to get her cuddles right now. But her dress wasn’t exactly comfortable as sleepwear, so she nodded and they put on their most comfortable pajamas, as they always did before they went to bed together.

It took Green only a few seconds until she was in Gary's arms pushing her own body as close to his as it was possible and comfortable. He held her tight with one hand, the other hand sneaking under her shirt, so his fingertips could draw circles on her back. He felt her shiver before she released a content sigh. She loved it when he caressed her bare back. It helped her fall asleep. And falling asleep she did.

Gary takes always longer to fall asleep, as he can’t help but watch her sleep for a while. Listening to her breathing, feeling her heartbeat against his. It gave him alive. All those signs that she was fine, was what kept him standing. As long as his Green was there and breathing, he would not allow himself to stop breathing either.

They would usually fall asleep like that. Often, he would be woken up by Green tossing and turning next to him. She was having nightmares every so often these days. Most of those nights, she would call out his name. Pleading for him to come and save her… or for him not to die, not to leave her.

It was heartbreaking, really.

But he could make it better.

All he needed to do was to take one of her hands and intertwine their finger together. Usually, it wouldn’t take long for her to calm down after that and continue to sleep peacefully. And in all honesty? Gary was really proud of it. That such a simple touch only, could end her nightmares.

So when it happened again this night, and soon after his touch she started to smile in her sleep and whispered a nearly audible, but very content “My Gary…”, he felt like he was the happiest man alive.

~*~

Nightmares are more a part of Youmas and Nocturns sleep than both of them could ever imagine. One of them almost always ends up having nightmares about their past and some of the horrors they had done or seen in their lifes. Always waking the other up, who almost instantly made use their other half would wake up from its nightmare and be comforted afterward.

But as much as Youma enjoyed it that he and Nocturn were holding each other close, it was simply not enough to get him back to sleep after a nightmare like that. It never had. It always helped him to calm down, relax and feel save again, but there was always something missing for him to fall back to sleep. Nocturn was used to this by now and he sighed, before getting out of Youmas embrace and out of the bed. The prince of darkness audible winced at the loss of contact. Nocturn only grinned. Despite the fact that they really, truly, loved each other, the demon that spends most of his free time enjoying the streets of Paris still loved teasing Youma every once in a while.

Despite all the teasing, he came back with his Hengdi and before Youma could even say something, Nocturn started to play a beautiful piece of music that he himself had composed only for his partner. It was a mixture of something that was just Nocturn and something that the demon said had reminded him of Youma. It wasn’t exactly a music to fall asleep too, it sounded more like something to dance too, but the dark prince could still feel how his tiredness came back, while he watched and listened. And yet, he would not fall asleep until Nocturn was back in his arms. Only then they both could find the peace they both needed. And although their lifes were dangerous and hectic right now, as long as they were together neither Youma nor Nocturn would have it any other way…

~*~

When Lycram stood in front of him, asking for him to join him in doing some late night drinks, Ri-Ils wasn’t even surprised anymore. It had become a habit of him lately.

And then they were sitting together, drinking. Lycram spitting courses and insults at him and many other demons that weren’t even there but he would talk about. Lacrimosa's name always falls a few more times whenever Lycram got into the state of actually being drunk.

Ri-Il was mostly a listener.

If anything he barely gave Lycram a little bit more fuel to turn on his anger, as he was enjoying a drunken AND angry Lycram far too much for his own good.

But despite how loud his Lyci was… these moments were Ri-Il found his peace, now with his too proteges gone. He knew they were happy and although he would never say it out loud, he was happy too, that they found their own happiness. But it was… lonely, ever since they were gone. Sometimes he was meeting with Silver on a battlefield, just for a little bit of smalltalk. Just to hear his always enthusiastic voice, to see his wide smile and watch how he always keeps a close eye on his brother, the Hikari-Princess and a certain red haired wächter that fore some reason Karou just couldn’t get his hands on…

And although talking to Silver always might his demonic heart lighter every once in a while, it was these days when I was the happiest that Lycram would visit him, bottle in hand, reading to get as drunk as he could.

When Lycram was there… the loneliness was gone.

So when the blue-haired demon tried to get up from his seat, almost too drunk to stand on his own two feed, Ri-Il looked and him and asked:

“Want to stay here tonight?”

It was not the first time and it wont be the last. But although Lycram always says the next morning that that just happened because he had gotten so goddamn drunk – which of course was totally Ri-Ils fault, of course it was – he would have never agreed to stay. Waking up next to a peacefully sleeping Ri-Il was were Lycram found his peace…

#Himi Storys #Himi Weihnachtskalender #Ich hoffe ich schaffe es dieses Jahr Mal #Aber bereitet euch darauf vor das die Storys alle kurz werden #wenn ich die wirklich am selben Tag schreibe wie ich sie veröffentliche #schaffe ich nicht viel mehr #ich schreibe einfach zu langsam #ich habe keine Ahnung in was für einem Universum das hier spielt XD #Ein Mix aus DeA-AU und Dauphin denke ich #Ich wollte erst darauf eingehen wo Nocturn und Youma sind #also wo ihr Schlafzimmer ist #den Ort auf der Welt meine ich #aber das gehört eindeutig ins Dauphin Universum und das passt wieder nicht dazu #das Green und Gary praktisch ein gemeinsames Schlafzimmer haben #also...#Universum? AU und Unbekannt? ^^'#Ich hab bei SxF eine Menge der eigentlich geplanten anspielungen auf ihr Sexleben #fallen gelassen #Hab auch bewusst das Saiyon-Problem garnicht erst berührt #und das Emergency-Meeting? Keinen Plan was es für einen Notfall gab #Ich hab mir vorgenommen mir nicht so viel um die Drumrum geschehenisse Gedanken zu machen #weil mir das das schrieben bisher oft so extrem erschwert hat

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