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11pm remembering Chris and Toby are the canon toxic homos of Oz and trying to imagine the timeline where that resonated on literally any level for me 🚬 🙂‍↔️

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MiguelChico friends to enemies to friends to lovers to enemies to lovers to enemies to enemies with benefits to friends with benefits to enemies to lovers to exes to starcrossed lovers to co-defendants to co-conspirators to ex-husbands to roommates to friends with benefits to longtime companions

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no particular focus here. just pointing out the dynamics of the prison is all

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Wip Wednesday!

A little snippet from ch.4 of Death Wish. The Beecher Cafeteria Subplot continues 😆

Also, I have a 5 Times +1 fic lined up for after I finished this fic, although there's one slot that I'm not completely enthused about/interest in, so if anyone has any pairing (romantic, sexual, or platonic) ideas, feel free to throw in a suggestion. Just needs to be plausible for a canon encounter.

After the 5+1 idea, I'm probably gonna work on a wip I shared a part of a while back—one where post-canon Chico continues his career of playing second-in-command and becomes Torquemada's lieutenant too 😆

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As Beecher prattles on about his renewed conviction to help Keller with his appeal on Death Row, Miguel stares sullenly at his lunch.

“Tobias,” Arif exclaims. “Have you forgotten what the man did to you? Your parole—”

“I’m well aware of it, Beecher says with huff. “ It’s just…Look, he killed Schillinger. I don’t think he has much leeway out of this, but if my helping him with his appeals gives him some form of comfort—well, I don’t want him to be alone…” With an exasperated sigh, he trails off, and Miguel supposes that he’s shaking his head, thinking that no one will understand.

He’d fucked Keller again, then.

Miguel pokes at the pasta shells covered in a dubious orange sauce that the cafeteria is calling creamy tomato pasta. 

“Alone? He’s not alone. He doesn't need you, Toby,” Arif says sharply. “And you encouraging him is only going to—”

“Enough! Enough, Zahir. I’m well aware of how Chris operates. But he’s on Death Row now, Schillinger is dead, and I’m stuck in here for the time being, too. There’s nothing he can do to hurt me.”

“Could kill you,” Miguel interjects, lifting his head. “He could betray your trust.”

“Again,” Arif points out gladly.

Beecher’s eyebrows push together, his mouth forming into a thin line. “Why would he do that?”

Miguel shrugs. “He’s crazy. He thinks you belong to him or whatever.”

“Chris isn’t going to kill me,” Beecher says firmly, even as Arif nods in grave agreement, mouth opening to add on. Beecher’s eyes narrow before he can, and the subject change comes swift and ruthless, payback for the cynicism: “You have something on your neck there, by the way. Wanted to ask—it’s a hickey, isn’t it?”

Arif’s head swivels in Miguel’s direction as he freezes, knowing by the exact spot that Beecher had pointed to on his own throat that he’s not making shit up.

Fuck.

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There's Only One Bed for the fic author never have I ever?

well, the answer was no, but I didn't end up having to work today, so I decided to remedy that, sort of, even though I'm definitely stretching the definition of "there was only one bed" here and kinda just wrote "Vortex Part 2 Enrique edition" which reminds me I really need to clean up and post Vortex to ao3

anyways. happy there was only one bed tuesday

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[ghostly whispers caused by western movie reblogs] chico and miguel western/cowboy/whatever au, you know you want to

(I'm reblogging a lot of western stuff on my other blog lol)

I knooooow, I even have that AU (scroll) that I've been sitting on for foreeever bc I'm too intimidated to write it 💀 I love historical fiction!! Historical AUs are fuuuunn (although I am very aware that that sentiment is not shared by many lol)

Maybe I'll just write a smaller, less sprawling story some day bc as it stands, this is the TOTAL extent of my actual written "western AU" doc (which i created a year ago :P)

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In his dreams, Carmen lives on a night long before everything fell apart. 

Above the low crackling campfire, the sky over the desert is improbably bright, indigo dotted by the whole moon and a sea of twinkling silver. The air is crisp and cold once the sun goes down, and Carmen sits at the edge of camp with a woven blanket pulled around his shoulders, listening to the coyotes howl in the distance.

Alvarez trudges back from the edge of darkness and comes to sit beside him, stretching out with his feet toward the fire, the dim light dancing over the edge of his scuffed leather boots.

“You’re still awake?” he asks, leaning back on his side and propping himself up on his elbow. He has a voice that’s low and rough like sand, the sort that Carmen has seen make women blush even as they’re in the middle of being robbed by him. When he whispers in the night, his words are as harsh and hushed as the smoke swirling up from the fire.

A shiver runs down Carmen’s spine. “I’m keeping watch.”

In his periphery, he can see Alvarez tilt his head up toward the stars. “Martinez is supposed to be keeping watch.”

“I don’t mind,” Carmen says softly. After a day of riding under the sweltering sun, he likes the night. The stillness, the peace.

He looks over and sees the moon in Alvarez’s eyes. Sees a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

Across the camp, Carlos is passed out cold, chin tucked against his chest where he’s propped up against a boulder. An unlit pipe still hangs from his lips.

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... I think if I was gonna write something different in the same vein (i.e, not chain myself to the AU plot outline I already gave), I would probably write something more like, just ... criminal shenanigans. Robberies and fireside fun (the heart yearns for epic adventures tho... my problem as a writer). Getting tossed out of establishments together! trying to kill each other! teaming up again bc some other asshole is trying to get them both killed! i think regardless, i always imagine that chico follows miguel up from where ever. Probably for a while kept insisting they were partners while Miguel was all "i'm a lone wolf". Chico: ok pendejo. why's your bed roll so close to mine then

I also just like the idea of a western AU bc of how the other characters would fit in.

Torquemada definitely owns a saloon or perhaps a brothel too hmmm and I imagine Ryan as a corrupt deputy somewhere... Enrique owns a few businesses—a general store maybe, or else for some reason I can see him as the town undertaker (but classy! fancy coffins!), maybe one who came from the big city with his more ceremonial way of doing things (and also probably cuts some shady deals to keep the flow of bodies coming his way and extorts grieving families). Also, Said as a bounty hunter! And Beecher is still a lawyer.

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most unrealistic part of oz is the narrative expecting me to care about italians

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Fic Never Have I Ever: Trading Roles (i.e. a prisoner as a CO while said CO is a prisoner and etc)

Hmmm.... I really racked my brains on this one, and I think ... no? The closest I did was undercover role-swapping in an outsider POV fic lmao (Aiya). And Death Wish has like half a role swap lol.

I think the main reason is, I usually write characters who are in the same occupation lol so there's not much to switch (even in the fic I linked, they just switch ranks).

If I was going to write a role swap for Oz, I would probably write one where Chico is the one who gets ostracised for trying to question Miguel's authority or something; El Cid takes a liking to Miguel or at least tacitly accepts his status as leader who graciously steps aside for him to deal with El Norte's shit instead lol. In the frustration and whatnot of trying to get a foot in the door of the drug trade, Chico becomes the punching bag forced to prove his worth instead of just barking about going to war. I think Chico would put up more of a fight because he'd be all "why are you booing me, I'm right" at first but I think he'd break down too bc it'd really be a hit to his values to be made the low man on the totem pole and even he wouldn't be able to shrug it off. I think he would get in a lot more trouble than Miguel because he'd have less pride/more willing to viciously try to prove his worth, so now he's like the agitated attack dog that does violent tricks for laughs. but also sort of like a cockroach, able to survive and get away with more things by being so unflinching about having to prove himself, maybe.... and then Miguel is meanwhile feeling a while disturbed at how far it's going but fundamentally he's afraid (like he'd said in the riot) (I think Miguel has a tendency to get Caught Up). Anyway, this fic would probably end in Chico fatally wounding everyone involved and then getting killed by S.O.R.T while laughing or something. The End. Also Miguel and Chico angry violent sex at some point in there. Someone's probably bleeding. Thank you for coming to my TEDx talk.

Ooh or roleswap where Ryan goes to the chair instead of Cyril, who must then navigate postcanon using his own wits and the power of friendship or something, having not exactly internalised the knowledge of whatever happened to his brother.

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Have you ever written sex anything pollen/fuck or die-ish?

Yessssss I have written 3 actually, for my last fandom, TSOMD 😆 ... Which is also why I'm still pulling at my hair to write one for Oz bc I looooove sex pollen/fuck or die tropes 😛 (SOMEDAY!!)

Okay, actually it's more like I only wrote 1 because Only the Mirror is a remix/earlier draft of The Mist Rose (they're both for a rarepair of which I am the sole contributor, which I think is hilarious). I ended up posting both because A) my rarepair brainrot B) tonally and emotionally, and even Plot Implications-wise, they end up diverging.

Both titles are from Moonbeam by Louise Glück, btw! (I'm just going to share it bc I love sharing my inspo lol)

The mist rose with a little sound. Like a thud. Which was the heart beating. And the sun rose, briefly diluted. And after what seemed years, it sank again and twilight washed over the shore and deepened there. And from out of nowhere lovers came, people who still had bodies and hearts. Who still had arms, legs, mouths, although by day they might be housewives and businessmen. The same night also produced people like ourselves. You are like me, whether or not you admit it. Unsatisfied, meticulous. And your hunger is not for experience but for understanding, as though it could be had in the abstract. Then it’s daylight again and the world goes back to normal. The lovers smooth their hair; the moon resumes its hollow existence. And the beach belongs again to mysterious birds soon to appear on postage stamps. But what of our memories, the memories of those who depend on images? Do they count for nothing? The mist rose, taking back proof of love. Without which we have only the mirror, you and I.

A Regular Thing, my first sex pollen fic, is technically not that because it takes place directly after the 'pollen' has worn off and is all about dealing with the awkward aftermath.

Also if I was going to write a Oz (miguelchico obviously) sex pollen fic, I'd probably do some kind of medical study. The crack version is Dr. Fujoshi Nathan conducting sexperiments and the normal version would be side effects gone wrong (gone horny 😳) (not clickbait!!).

Mmm fuck or die scenario, I would write some kind of fucked up gang hazing ritual or like, idk, Torquemada powertripping in an AU (why does he have a gun?).

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this post reminded me of something that i've been sort of thinking in the back onf my head when it comes to writing miguel.

Obviously he's not a rapist or a villain (which is what the post is talking about), but at every opportunity in canon, he's made light of rape, either laughing about it (Peter) or joking about it (Robson). He objectifies women loudly (librarian) and when they're even in the room (Sarah the secretary, standing like 2 feet away). Obviously this is a huge part of how he acts and a product of an upbringing steeped in the culture of toxic masculinity (also something something, machismo). He talks about sex in passing probably more than any other inmate I can think of off the top of my head—quite a feat given all the other shit he has going on in his life over the seasons. Additionally, even to his own girlfriend, he has an attitude of entitlement; he pressured her to do drugs while she was pregnant and even in s6, he feels entitled to her loyalty, or at least acts that way in front of his own mother, even if he caves (with great reluctance, as we see him lollygagging outside the telephone room before ultimately forcing himself inside).

I guess what I'm trying to say by connecting this thought to that post is, I think Miguel's prejudices and the uglier parts of his personality are under-explored angles of his character. Maybe I'm just thinking in terms of myself, too—characterisations I don't want to overlook….the fact that he doesn't treat women especially well, even if it's tempting to write him as being enlightened or more respectful or something because in comparison to other characters in Oz, maybe Miguel seems 'nice' (a pitfall, I think! Sure, he can have his moments because ultimately I do think he's a good person or at least tries to be! But he's still pretty rough around the edges) . I mean, I guess there isn't necessarily that opportunity for "Miguel is kind of shitty to women" to come up all too much in my fics where Miguel is having gay sex lmfao (hey, I try to capture his casual homophobia, at least) , but it is something I've been keeping in the back of my mind, as well as his apathy toward the rape of others, as being a pretty intrinsic and unexamined part of his personality and world view.

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fic author Never Have I Ever

Send me an ask about whether I’ve written a thing [ship, trope, dynamic, category of fandom, etc.] and if I’ve written it, I’ll link you. If I haven’t written it, I’ll tell you how I would write it if I did.

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Actually it does pain me a little that there's no age hierarchy culture in America, not really because I think it's a good thing (it's pretty annoying) but because that means there's also no brother kink either (I don't mean incest; in East Asian cultures, you call non family members brother/sister too). I still think about @/frausleepy's Miguel/Chico fic Nostalgia sometimes (which I did a shit job at translating) which didn't have that per se but there was a part that made me Want To See It™/see more, where Chico was "always indulging Miguel like an older brother" (仍像™兄长那样纵容了他). I guess in Spanish, they do say hermano without specifying seniority but idk how casual or whatever it is. Miguel calling Chico ge (or gege 😳)(altho tbh he'd probably say it exactly once and then threaten violence at being made to say it again outside of a Very Special Circumstance) would be powerful stuff if it was at all relevant, is all I'm saying 😆.

I guess my closest approximation would have to be the idea of Chico's brain breaking and him melting into a puddle of goo in a scenario where Miguel voluntarily acknowledges that he considers Chico family.... 😛 (I think it would mean a lot to him ok!!!!) Something something brotherhood something community something something

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my mind is a machine that converts grass touching into oz fic ideas

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post canon miguel and chico hooking up and both instantly regretting it but they're on good terms now so they're like "hey let's just pretend that never happened" "yeah good idea haha so glad we agree". and then they cool it for like a couple weeks bc wtf was that hahaha, just blowing off steam. WEIRD! and then like 1 month passes and it's ok to sort of joke about. Such a relief they can have an inside joke like that 😅 🤝🏼 😅 And then they immediately hook up again.

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left the original usernames bc it didn't feel unlikely lol

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it's the same picture

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I think a lot of problems in Oz could’ve been solved with a good ol’ fashioned boy kiss