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quickstappen · 9 months ago

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track 003: twisting stories, all because you're jealous

A/N: i am back at it guys, sorry for the angst? i hate the written section of this with burning fashion, i think i rewrote it like 20 times (that's why it took so long to post) but i can't get it to be where i want it to be so fuck it we ball.

also, some additional warnings here: nothing specific but mostly crude language, swearing and touching a bit on sexual harassment (not exactly, just don't know how to explain the rumors spread about paola in warnings, english is not my first language)

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paola_sainz road crimes were definitely committed, but at least we got the band back together ;) featuring Jenson the taxi driver

tagged: oscarpiastri, logansargeant, arthur_leclerc, frederikvestiofficial, paularon_, liamlawson30, jensonbutton

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jensonbutton I knew that's all I was to you, a glorified taxi driver

↳ paola_sainz don't take it personally ❤️

shithappens the prema (+liam) band is back!!! the world is healing

elmatadorf1 get away from them! leave the drivers alone, i can't believe she's still trying to leech off of them 🐍💀

F4ST_C4R did you race? if so who won???

logansargeant hate to break it to you, but you were the main instigator of those crimes Lola 🙄

↳ paola_sainz so not true! oscarpiastri tell him!

↳ oscarpiastri it's all Arthur's fault

↳ mcwilliams not Arthur catching strays 👀

cuddlyxricc will you comment on the paddock ban or ignore it like everything else?? 😒

redleclerc we need to know who won!! 👀

4ND1 what i would give to go karting with all of them 😭

↳ lightning_enjyr right?? it looks like so much fun

lewibear did you win?

hammertime_1 i bet she destroyed them

charles_leclerc I think my invitation got lost somewhere?

↳ arthur_leclerc Find your own friends Charles 🙄

frederikvestiofficial We need to do this more often!

hamilteaa how is it that she posted this man so many times and we still don't have any characteristic feature?? it could literally be any brunette 😭

arthur_leclerc For everyone asking, I won 😎

↳ oscarpiastri That's not true

↳ paularon_ No you didn't Arthur

↳ logansargeant mate, you came last

oscarpiastri Always a pleasure to race alongside you 😉

↳ paola_sainz even when I get super competitive?

↳ oscarpiastri Especially then

↳ paola_sainz 🧡😉

catstri mister piastri, she is taken 😳

oscarpiastri posted new instagram stories!

caption: even when arthur_leclerc attempted 'the ichident' reprise on the main straight, paola_sainz still won

⟶ paola_sainz replied to your story!

paola_sainz aw osc, you're making me blush ☺️

⟶ arthur_leclerc replied to your story!

arthur_leclerc Only because she cheated!

oscarpiastri Excuse you, my girlfriend does not cheat

AUSTRIA 2024

paola_sainz posted new instagram stories!

caption 1: bit of a chill evening today, can't say I'm used to this during race weekends lol

⟶ oscarpiastri replied to your story!

oscarpiastri I really wish you were here baby, you have no idea 🧡

paola_sainz me too Osc, but dw you'll do great

caption 2: keeping up with Redbull Ring from my bed, let's go boys!

caption 3: we all knew max was gonna win (congrats by the way maxverstappen1) but HELL YEAHHH OSC! THAT'S P2 MATEEE 🧡

⟶ maxverstappen1 replied to your story!

maxverstappen1 Thanks Paola 🎉

⟶ oscarpiastri replied to your story!

oscarpiastri mate?

paola_sainz isn't that how you aussies relay affection?

oscarpiastri 🖕

paola_sainz 🧡

GREAT BRITAIN 2024

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paola_sainz british grand prix? don't know her. this week is for miss America and miss America only. welcome to the 4th of July bash at Jenson's house ;)

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hamilteaa they celebrated 4th of July with Logan 😭😭 no one speak to me

danielricciardo As a honorary American I approve, the free alcohol was a big plus👌🤠 Jenson should invite us over more often

↳ jensonbutton I was not aware of this happening until it was too late

↳ paola_sainz you love us ;)

↳ jensonbutton Unfortunately 🙄

srgashley logan with the flag 😂 he's so american i can't

XGEORG1NA man, I'd kill for some ribs with mac'&cheese rn 😩

oscarpiastri Is this what it feels like to attend a frat party?

↳ logansargeant this was definitely better

↳ paola_sainz how can you know, you've never actually been to a frat party Logan

↳ oscarpiastri Don't expose him for being fake American

↳ logansargeant Jeez, ganging up on me on July 4th, so not cool 😔

elmatadorf1 god, this is just so cringe 💀

shithappens oh my god those cowboy hats are so cute!

predestined55 why do they even hang out with her? she's acting like she's clinically insane 🙄

charles_leclerc Again, where was the invitation?

↳ paola_sainz Charles, you're not even American? You're Monegasque

↳ charles_leclerc That's clearly doesn't matter?? Only one of you is American!

↳ arthur_leclerc I could be American

↳ paola_sainz Arthur, you can't claim to be French AND American 🙄

↳ charles_leclerc Arthur, we are NOT FRENCH

isawthesainz we will never forget what you did to Carlos! 🐍

↳ prplsector she literally didn't do anything to him???

redleclerc charles loosing his mind in the comments is sending me 💀

↳ 4ND1 poor him, he will never understand Paola's and Arthur's banter lol

logansargeant Again, thank you guys for this. Bringing home a little closer to me for a while ❤️🇺🇲 Happy 4th of July everyone

↳ paola_sainz we're all American for 4th of July

↳ oscarpiastri It's mostly all about the food

sheilaxtay is she even American?

↳ lightning_enjyr she's Spanish

↳ sheilaxtay ??? what the hell

↳ lightning_enjyr Logan is the only American on the grid, she's always celebrated with him so he's not alone

↳ STARG3N i don't understand how can people not like her, she's so sweet 😭

⟶ POST RACE INTERVIEW WITH OSCAR PIASTRI AND CARLOS SAINZ! PLAY | IGNORE

paola's messages:

HUNGARY 2024

paola's messages:

screamingmeals posted new instagram stories!

caption: Let's go Hungary! Join us on twitch to watch the race with us and our special guest paola_sainz!

paola_sainz posted new instagram stories!

caption 1: come listen to our nonsense commentary of the Hungarian gp on the screamingmeals twitch chanel ;)

caption 2: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD???! WHAT THE FUCKKKK

caption 3: ¡Vamos Ozzie! you deserve this so much oh my god this is absolutely glorious! I am so proud oscarpiastri

⟶ charles_leclerc replied to your story!

charles_leclerc Oh my god you are SO whipped

paola_sainz I am so telling Alex you said that 🙄

charles_leclerc No please

❝¡Vamos, vamos! Oscar, come on! Oh my God! I think I'm gonna faint," she hid her face in her shaking hands, "tell me when it's over. God I haven't been this stressed since it was me in the car I think."

Next to her James and Clement exchanged looks laughing quietly.

"Don't worry," the Formula 2 driver ruffled her hair, "we'll let you know when he rounds the last corner so you don't miss it."

"Gracias," Paola rolled her eyes and pushed his hands away. "Mate stop, you're messing it up."

"Aw, don't be like that," Clement reached his hands out again, trying to mess with her hair more, but Paola dodged his attempts. The two started pushing each other off the couch until James stepped in and sat inbetween them.

"Also, for everyone watching us here on twitch, she's a dirty liar," Clem said, peaking out from where he sat behind James, after they both calmed down a little.

"I am not mate, what the hell?" Paola exclaimed, obviously appalled. "When have I lied?"

"Just now actually," the driver smirked.

"I might have to agree with Clem here," James looked between the two with amusement. "You? Stressed in a car? Never."

"Yeah, so don't go saying that this is almost as stressful now," Clem showed her from behind James, causing the man in the middle to look into the camera with a pained expression. All while mouthing 'just like children' to the great amusement of the fans watching the interaction. "Actually, I don't think I've ever seen you this stressed before."

"Maybe," Paola's cheeks quickly started resembling the famous Rosso Corsa. "But it's Oscar," she said after few seconds.

"Yeah, it's Oscar," James smiled softly at her, some of the amusement still twinkling in his eyes.

"And he's taking that Mclaren to the top step of the podium! The Australian driver advances all the way to that checkqyerd flag, Oscar Piastri wins for the first time in Formula One! It's a Mclaren 1-2-"

Paola couldn't hear anything thing else, the commentator's voice slowly fading into blissful silence while she watched Oscar cross the finish line in firs place. Right next to her Clement and James were cheering and jumping around but she paid them no mind for the time being. She could've been crying for all she knew, but it didn't matter. None of it mattered. Oscar was a Formula 1 race winner.

"Dios mío," she said quietly into her hands, eyes locked in on the car number 81, she couldn't miss even a second of this.

Paola always knew Oscar would win. He was born a winner, it was only a matter of time before he took the Formula 1 world by storm. She had no doubts that he'd stand among the World Champions one day, right there in the spotlight where he belongs. She just... Well, at a time she was also convinced she'd be standing right there with him. Over the years the vision changed. Oscar was always meant for greatness, but her? She was forced to step into the shadows, take the reality head on and manage her expectations accordingly. So that's exactly what she did. In her mind, it was no longer her and Oscar standing on the top steps together, but she was always there. Looking up at him with tears of joy in her eyes. And that's how it was supposed to be.

She was supposed to be there.

But now she wasn't.

It was Oscar's, Oscar's, first win and she... She wasn't there. Instead she was in the UK, with Clement and James livestreaming from her living room. It's not that she didn't like the guys, they were amazing and watching the race with them was actually fun, but-

She was supposed to be with Oscar.

"Excuse me for a minute guys," she laughed weakly, despair flowing through her like a raging river, leaking out of her along with the tears falling steadily from her eyes. "I'll be right back, just need to catch my breath and make a quick phone call."

As she left the room the cheers form the dingy laptop speakers only seemed to grow louder.

It must've been time for the podium celebrations. ❞

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paola_sainz oh my god??? someone better tell this guy that I used to drive circles around on track that he's a damn formula 1 race winner now what the hell??

no, in all seriousness now, Oscar, I am so proud of you! From the moment I saw you on that track at 11 years old, I knew you were destined for greatness. It was like there was a sign hanging over your head - "watch out for me, I am the future" - and since that day, you prove that I was right every single day. Everyone knows now that someday you WILL stand among the greatest. I just hope that when you do, I'll be there to cheer you on and ugly cry with your mom. Enjoy this one Osc, you 100% deserved it!

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charles_leclerc I did not get a post like that for my first Ferrari win, favouritism at it's best

↳ paola_sainz yeah well, I was also there when you got your first win in rosso corsa, you got the live version 🙄

shithappens i am sobbing on my bedroom floor what the fuck

prema_team Our Oscar is a Formula 1 race winner!

↳ paola_sainz hell yeah he is admin

prplsector this is too much i can't- 😭

cuddlyxricc this just feels condescending?? wym "the guy i used to drive circles around on track", it's just mean?

barbiegirl mate, it's clearly a joke?? did you not see the whole fucking paragraph underneath?

oui_lyanne i am starting to see your point jordie lightning_enjyr

↳ lightning_enjyr i TOLD you, this is like way above friendship level

fastkiwi oh my god i am so mad that she couldn't attend the race 😭 fia when i catch you

lightning_enjyr it's just so devastating that she missed his first win because of some petty drama her own brother is trying to cause

catstri oh my god those pictures 💀

oscarpiastri I am not going anywhere without you, the top step doesn't feel as high when I look down and you're not there

↳ L3CH41R oh that is bold statement my man

↳ 4ND1 this on main? damn

↳ papayamonique didn't he just confirm that he has a girlfriend? this seems not cool, I'd definitely be jealous if I was her

↳ L3CH41R mate c'mon 😶

jensonbutton Celebratory dinner at our place when you get back oscarpiastri you deserve it man, congratulations

↳ oscarpiastri Thank you Jenson, it means a lot

↳ paola_sainz 🧡

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madi's radio: if the end feels rushed, it's because me and the 30 photo limit do not like each other and i greatly underestimated how long this part was gonna be (and i already had to cut it into two)

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teslasucks37 · 2 months ago

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CW: NSFW under the cut (MDNI), afab!reader (Nonbinary fem af), Oral (reader receiving), Smoking (Weed), Dom!Charlie, Sex Tape?

A/N: 6.5k words end me now I didn’t mean for it to be so long 😭😭😭 Geez this is really crazy and I know I mentioned this in the first one but I’m gonna mention it here too cause this is the fic that started my obsession with Charlie and it’s so cathartic to see it finally finished. I of course have some other fics that I want to finish and like 20 requests that are included in those fics but then I’m probably gonna get back into Star Wars cause I’m a super mega nerd so if u guys are interested in any Star Wars content (specifically a Din Djarin x OC fic lmk 🤭) ANYWAY ENJOY CHARLIE SMUT

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

Do You Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah) 2/2

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Charlie 💚

Dan

Sorry for leaving so early I need to stream this afternoon <3

Char

It's fine dw

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They stared at the message a week after sending it, biting the nail on their thumb absentmindedly. Danny had sent similar messages to Ranboo and Moonzy, but this one bothered them. It had been their only message since.

God, it sounded so cringey out loud, but they missed him. His smile, his humor, his presence.

They rewatched photos and videos of that night, even the karaoke one that Ranboo recorded where they were practically eye fucking Charlie, as if they couldn't be any more obvious.

Danny swore somewhere in their drunken stupor they heard him say something that made their heart race. But maybe that was just a dream. Or wishful thinking.

What if he hated them? What if he despised them for not saying goodbye? What if he never wanted to talk to them ever again?

They weren't sure if they could handle that.

Maybe they should have texted back, or double texted to show they cared. Or maybe that would have been weird.

Danny sat at their chair in their office, the one they would use so often for streaming, just trying to edit a video. But they kept coming back to that damn message. Rereading the message felt like punching themselves in the face over and over again. Nearly every day like clockwork, they stared at it, before closing it, then looking at it again a few hours later. They wanted to say something else, anything else, but every day that passed made it more and more weird to say anything at all.

It was so frustrating, feeling so incapable of just talking to a guy. Danny wasn't usually like this. They'd never felt like this with someone. Sure, they'd had plenty of partners, romantic and other, due to the nature of their jobs. But none of them had felt like this.

Not like Charlie.

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Charlie 💚

Dan

Sorry for leaving so early I need to stream this afternoon <3

Char

It's fine dw

Dan

Would u maybe wanna do a stream together?

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So they just sent something.

Anything.

"Damnit." They ran a hand through their hair, tossing their phone onto their desk and standing, before a buzzing came from it and they practically leaped for it.

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Charlie 💚

Dan

Would u maybe wanna do a stream together?

Char

When do you want me?

Dan

All the time

*anytime

Whenever works best for you!

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Danny slapped a palm onto their head in embarrassment at their Freudian slip. They hadn't expected him to respond so quickly, maybe giving them more of a chance to figure out what to say.

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Charlie 💚

Dan

All the time

*anytime

Whenever works best for you!

Char

I'm not busy this weekend

Does Fri-Sun work?

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They pressed a heart into the message, reacting calmly and breathing out in relief.

That was however, before Danny slammed their phone onto their desk and squealed into their hands. "Fuck!"

They couldn't believe that had just happened.

Charlie was coming over.

To their apartment.

For a whole weekend?

Or did he just want to be there one of the days?

Who knew?

They would figure it out later.

By the time Friday rolled around, Danny had cleaned their entire apartment twice. They made sure nothing inappropriate was lying around. If Charlie was to wittiness what they did other than streaming, he probably would pass out.

That was if he didn't already know.

The thought made their core tighten. The idea of him being one of the viewers of your special premium content, watching them like that, it made them dizzy.

They fretted over their outfit for what seemed like hours. They felt like they absolutely had to look nice for him. Sifting through nearly their whole closet, Danny pulled out a purple tank top and a short blue dress.

The tank top might be too casual.

But this wasn't a date. Right?

No. It wasn't. It was a stream.

That could be misconstrued as a date.

"Ugh!" Danny threw both articles on the floor in frustration.

They couldn't even pick out the right underwear.

Should they wear something simple, causal, or a little more?

It's not like it mattered. He wouldn't see it. But then again... What if he did? What if something happened and they weren't prepared. Danny didn't think he would care, but it was the thought that counted.

They shook the idea from their mind, walking to pick up the clothes they'd tossed, before a box in the closet caught their eye.

Sighing, they picked up the lid and stared at what they'd bought a few days ago, hoping to wear it in an exclusive video or something.

A pale green set of lingerie.

A simple set with threaded decals to cover semi-transparent tulle, with thin adjustable straps on the hips and shoulders.

It was a complete coincidence that they'd bought it the day after they'd met Charlie. And it was a complete coincidence that it was his favorite shade of green, which they'd learned during the pregame.

Danny stared at it, deciding they might as well wear it, just to make sure it fit for later.

No other reason.

They grabbed the short blue dress from the floor, throwing the tank top back into the closet.

But it wasn't a date.

It was just a stream.

It was around noon when they received a message.

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Charlie 💚

Char

Where do you want me to park?

Dan

You can just park on the side of the road

If you want

Char

Okay

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Danny grinned at his emoticon, rushing to their door and waiting for a knock.

When it came, they had to fight themselves to slowly open it like a normal person, like someone who was completely chill.

Because they were completely chill.

Danny's eyes trailed up his body, black converse, jeans, a nerdy shirt, definitely Charlie.

His face lit up as they locked eyes.

"Hey, Char!" Danny grinned casually, opening the door for him.

He went stiff at the nickname, his attraction flooding back like a fucking tsunami. "Hi..."

They looked so gorgeous, a tiny blue dress hugging their body perfectly.

"Would you be willing to help me set up before we start?"

"Yeah, of course." He said instantly, barely letting them finish. Charlie stepped inside and let Danny lead him to their office, grabbing their laptop and walking back out into the kitchen.

Charlie grabbed the tripod with a camera attached to it and a microphone stand, following them through the hallway. "Have you ever... Moved this much stuff out before?" He asked, just trying to make small talk but stumbling on his words slightly.

"I've set up cameras in here before, just not live ones." They shrugged, placing their laptop on the counter. "It usually doesn't require this much equipment."

Charlie's brain took a moment to read between the lines. They'd recorded in the kitchen, but not streamed. "Oh." He glanced around the kitchen, then glanced at the equipment in his hands, wondering which had been used for what recordings.

He had to stop himself from thinking about that.

"And uh... What exactly are we doing in the kitchen?" Charlie asked, setting down the tripod and microphone, before kneeling to connect them to the laptop.

"I thought we could bake some cupcakes." Danny said with a smile, turning and opening the pantry.

"Oh, this is my expertise."

"Really?" They grinned, taking out some ingredients and closing it with their hip.

He leaned over the laptop, tweaking and testing a few sound and video settings. "Yeah, my mom owns a bakery."

Danny paused, placing the ingredients on the counter and turning to him. "I didn't know that..."

They didn't know a lot of things about him.

"Well..." Charlie grinned as he stood off the floor. "Now you do..."

They smiled in return, turning away so he wouldn't see the blush forming on their face at his soft tone. "Can you um... Get stuff from the fridge while I set the stream timer? It's everything on the bottom shelf."

Charlie walked past them, glancing at the boxed cake mix, tsking in disapproval.

Danny rolled their eyes playfully, reaching over to the laptop and starting the stream on the countdown page at 5 minutes, before pulling their phone out and announcing the stream on their socials. "If I had known I would be in the presence of a baking purist I would have had you make it all on your own from scratch."

Charlie chuckled, pulling out eggs and other ingredients from the fridge. "I think I would prefer your help."

"Then you'd better stop complaining." They glanced at him over their shoulder with a grin.

"As you wish." He proclaimed dramatically, placing everything in his arms onto the counter gently.

They checked that everything looked okay, that the camera and microphone were still off. But then they remembered something that probably should have been clarified before he'd gotten there. No better time to bring it up than when they were waiting, they supposed.

Danny crossed a few feet to stand next to Charlie, letting the teasing bit fade from their voice. "Would you maybe wanna... Stay the night?"

Charlie practically choked on his own tongue. "What?"

They knew it was a long shot, but they didn't want him to go so soon. "I thought maybe we could smoke or something later." Danny scrambled to get out, to cover up their unintentionally placed innuendo. "And you probably shouldn't drive home if you're high."

Charlie cleared his throat, thinking it over and locking eyes with them. "Only if it's... Okay with you."

God, why did he have to look at them with those fucking eyes? Those beautiful blue puppy dog eyes.

He bit his lip nervously, waiting for their response, but he didn't receive one.

They were a little busy staring at the lips he was pulling at with his teeth. Danny wanted to pull his lip with their teeth.

God, he was so fucking attractive. He was almost magnetic, even without being inebriated. Danny thought for a moment that they were just being stupid and drunk and would throw themselves at any person that was as attractive as him while they were fucked up.

But that was just an excuse. An excuse to ignore everything they'd been feeling for him. Every muscle, every tendon, every bone in their body was urging Danny to kiss him, yet holding them back at the same time.

He was so funny and kind and cute...

They just had to.

They couldn't not...

"Is it? Okay if I stay ov- Mmph!"

Before he could finish, Danny put a hand on his shoulder and stood up on their tippy toes, connecting their lips.

Charlie felt his entire mind go blank, his synapses fizzling and popping like a chemical reaction.

His hands twitched, not quite sure what to do. Should he touch them? Should he grab their face? He mentally kicked himself. He'd gotten his lips on one of the most beautiful people he'd ever seen in the whole world and he doesn't even know what to do with them. He hadn't thought this far ahead.

So he pulled them to his body, wrapping an arm around their waist gently.

Charlie's lips pressed harder again them, taking in everything about them. Their smell, their taste, their entire being in his arms.

Danny's fingers curled tightly into his biceps, shuddering delightfully at the rippling and flexing muscles they could feel in their closeness. "Charlie~" They mumbled against his lips.

He pulled away immediately, eyes wide and half expecting them to tell him to stop. So he simply waited, suddenly unsure about everything he'd just done.

Danny just stared at him, processing everything. Charlie had kissed them back, actually kissed them. A real, fervent, intoxicating kiss. A soft smile spread across their face.

"Was that... Okay?" Charlie mumbled hesitantly, his face stiff and eyes still wide, locked onto theirs in search of any kind of non-verbal signs of discomfort, despite their smile.

Danny nodded and dove back into the kiss, cupping the sides of his face to mumble into his lips. "I want you to touch me~"

The moment turned hot and desperate, Charlie grabbing and gripping their waist as if he couldn't bare to be any farther from them. His arms pulled them impossibly closer, pressing his body against theirs.

He was on cloud fucking 9.

Their lips on his felt like how the sunshine warmed your face after a long week of rain.

And he needed more.

Charlie's lips dragged away from theirs to trace their jaw, relishing in the sighs falling from their mouth.

Their skin tasted like a gasp of air after being underwater for just a little too long.

Danny's fingers threaded through the hairs at the nape of his neck with electrifying euphoria.

Their eyes fluttered as the edges of Charlie's teeth nipped against the side of their neck. He kissed and licked and sucked, definitely leaving light marks on their skin.

The tips of his fingers traced across the hem of their dress, the bareness of their thighs becoming even more apparent to him in his hazy stupor.

"Char..." Danny whispered against his ear, the man pressed against them shivering at the nickname. "The timer..."

Charlie disconnected from the kiss, glancing at the countdown that read less than two minutes.

They had to start. It would look suspicious if they didn’t.

He sighed, turning back to them and swiping his thumb over their bottom lip to rid it of any saliva or smeared lipstick, before doing the same to his own.

The motion made Danny smirk, before they clicked the unmute button on their laptop.

"Hi, stream! Hi, Chat!" They called out to the microphone set up in the corner, leaning over the counter to attend to the last few visual settings. "Can everyone hear me okay?"

Glancing at the chat, Danny grinned at the affirmatives they were receiving. "That's good. We're doing a different setup for today so I wanted to make sure it-" They let out a light gasp as something brushed against them, pushing them further into the cabinets as a pair of arms latched to the edge of the counter, trapping them on both sides.

Charlie stood behind them, mouthing a kiss to the marks he'd left on their shoulder.

Something prodded between the curves of their ass, stiff and large, making Danny shiver.

Oh god, he was hard...

Had just kissing them really made him that hard? Turned him on that much? Made him want them that bad?

And they wanted him too.

They really wanted him...

Thank god the camera was still off.

Danny took a deep breath, clearing their throat and continuing to talk. "I want to make sure everything's working. Because I also have a very special guest for you guys..." They smirked, rolling their ass back against the hips of the man pinning them.

Charlie snickered, pressing a final kiss to their neck, before releasing his grip and taking a more TOS-appropriate place to the right of them.

"Are you all ready?" Danny grinned largely, encouraging the chat's excitement. They turned the camera on, stepping back from the computer and ushering to Charlie. "It's Slimecicle! The dude I was thirsting over live on stream that one time!"

That joke cracks Charlie, making him burst out laughing. "That is gonna haunt you forever, isn't it..."

"Yes it will!" They smiled painfully, before turning to him. "We are gonna be baking some cupcakes today..." Grabbing the box in the counter, they showed it to the camera. "Vanilla, of course, cause this is the site we're normal on."

The dirty joke made Charlie's face scrunch up in an attempt to hide a smile.

They were bolder on stream, much more comfortable than in person, which he could now easily distinguish between.

Danny began to open the box, taking out the cake mix and tossing the box onto the counter. They pulled over a plastic mixing bowl, dumping the mix inside the bag in.

An automated voice read out a donation from their laptop. "Should we be expecting a new post on patreon anytime soon?"

Danny's face reddened, grinning and glancing at Charlie, who was reading the back of the box and preheating the oven.

They'd both been streaming long enough to know when to read between the lines.

The chat was really asking if Charlie's presence would be a catalyst for a new patreon video.

A naughty video.

"Alright guys, let's try to keep it at least a little PG for the delicately disposed." They motioned to Charlie, who looked around in shock.

"I do not have a delicate disposition!" He proclaimed, slamming the empty box onto the counter.

"Sure, buddy." They smiled and ushered him to simply stop talking, knowing any comments would put him further in a hole. Danny cracked three eggs into the bowl, before Charlie reached over them to crack one more. "Doesn't the box only say three?"

"Yeah, but it'll taste better if you add one more." Charlie watched the yolk slide out of the shell, holding it over the bowl as the last of it dripped out.

He was so close to them, Danny could feel the heat radiating from his body, his right arm reaching across the counter to reach the bowl. His hip was pressed against their ass, making their breaths feel shallower and deeper at the same time.

Their faces were just inches apart, probably a very compromising look from the camera's perspective.

Danny wanted to kiss him again, feel his lips on their neck and his hands on their body.

Charlie felt the same way, barely able to stop himself from grinding against them.

As he practically wrenched himself away to grab the oil, Danny stumbled for a joke. "What other baking wisdom shall you impose upon us this day, M'lord?" They asked him in a pompous voice, earning a bashful smile from him.

Charlie's grin overtook his face like the clouds parting to reveal the sun. "Oh, I've got a lot of these, don't worry."

Danny couldn't stop themselves from smiling back, grabbing the wooden mixing spoon and getting to work on stirring what was already in the bowl.

"Slimecicle oiled up???" The donations read aloud.

"Guys!" Danny sputtered, chastising the chat. "Be kind to him!"

"It's okay this is basically all my stream says too." Charlie chuckled, grabbing and measuring out the oil into a measuring cup before pouring it into the bowl. "It is better to use melted butter instead of oil for cakes, but that's a lot of work and I don't wanna do that right now."

They chuckled, before shivering as a hand brushed the small of their back. Charlie's hand.

He stood next to them, talking away to the stream. His fingers traced down the seam of their dress, gliding over and cupping their ass absentmindedly.

Danny clenched their things together at Charlie's touch, his hand just out of view from the camera.

Fuck, they were so turned on.

They just wanted the stream to be over already.

Even though they'd barely been live for 15 minutes.

Remembering how soft his touch had been while they were drunk, compared to how rough he was being with them earlier, and then how gentle and slow he was now, it made their head spin.

Charlie was in total control of himself, of his body, but that control was slipping right in front of their eyes.

As was their own.

"Do you have any milk?" Charlie's voice snapped them out of their stupor. "It'll taste better than water."

Danny glanced at him, nodding and motioning to the fridge. It wasn't until his hand left their ass that they realized how tight they were gripping the spoon.

Jesus Christ, they needed him.

Clearing their throat, they continued to stir while Charlie measured out the milk and poured it into the bowl.

Danny was preparing the pan and pouring the contents of the bowl in as the oven beeped, indicating it was done preheating.

Charlie took the pan from them with a grin, not wanting to make them get anywhere near the oven in case they burned themselves.

And the entire rest of the stream was waiting, 30 minutes of making the smallest little jokes to each other, followed by the smallest little touches.

Which didn't help the situation between Danny's legs. Their wetness had bypassed their panties a while ago, so much so that when their thighs separated the stickiness was almost audibly.

Charlie definitely heard it, considering the way he glanced down at them so often with his bottom lip being chewed up by his teeth.

They felt watched, by stream and by him. And it definitely wasn't a turn off.

When the timer went off, Charlie was racing for the oven mitts, an act of chivalry in his own way, Danny supposed.

As they waited for the cake to cool, they prepared the icing, two tubs of vanilla frosting and green food coloring.

"Just for you!" Danny chirped with a grin, making his heart flutter.

The two of them scooped out the icing into a bigger bowl, dropping some food coloring and stirring it until it was mixed.

"I think that's a pretty good color." Their finger dipped into the icing, before swiping at Charlie's face, smearing a dollop on the tip of his nose. Danny snorted, covering their mouth to conceal their laugh as he just stared, a comical frown etched on his face. "What do you think, chat? Is it a good color on him?"

The chat lit up with laughter, saying he was lore-accurate now with green goo on his face.

Charlie was looking at the way Danny's face lit up more than anything else.

He wanted to kiss them, kiss them until they were breathless, kiss them until neither of them could think any more.

But while the cameras were on, he had to remain pious.

His jaw dropped in feign offense, the shocked look earning him another laugh from Danny. "I can't believe you're basking in my misery."

They covered their mouth, turning away from him in an attempt to stop laughing.

Charlie wiped the frosting off his nose, bringing it to his mouth. "At least it tastes good." He grabbed the bowl from in front of Danny, pressing a hand to the cake to check if it was cooled yet. Scooping his finger into the bowl, he brought some of the icing to their face in an attempt to get them back.

But before he could react, their lips wrapped around his digit, sending another shiver of desire down his spine. They glanced up at him through their lashes, dragging their mouth off to taste the sugar. "It does taste good." They nodded with a sly grin, completely aware of what they'd done, before turning back to the cake to help frost it.

Charlie stood there for a moment, his hand limp in the air as he replayed the image of their eyes looking up at him, their lips wrapped around him... Imagining what they would look like wrapped around something else.

"Are you gonna help me or are you gonna keep plotting your revenge?" Danny quipped, glancing over their shoulder for just a moment before returning to the cake.

He chuckled, hoping a joke would hide his flustered state. "My revenge will be impossible to spot, completely invisible to the naked eye..." His voice deepened to make himself sound more evil as he grabbed the other spatula to help them frost.

"Uh huh." They just grinned at his shenanigans.

Once they'd finally finished frosting the cake, Danny held it up to the camera, careful to not let it tip or slide before placing it back onto the counter. "Okay, chat! Well, that was fun." They glanced at Charlie, plugging his channels and social medias for him, before starting the process of ending the stream.

He wasn't listening to anything they were saying. He was so focused on finally getting to touch them again. Charlie could feel his hands shaking, tapping incessantly on the counter to hold himself back. He waited so so patiently, just until that blinking red light on the camera turned off.

Then Charlie's lips were on them in a second, Danny didn't even have time to close the recording program.

It was faster than the previous kiss, hungry, desperate, so desperate.

Their hands bunched in his shirt, holding him close and moaning into his mouth as his hands explored their skin.

Charlie's hands smoothed down the expanse of their thighs, before dragging back up under the fabric of their dress and squeezing their ass.

Danny let out a squeak, which made him grin. He picked them up effortlessly, hooking his hands under their thighs and placing them on the counter in front of them.

The action shook Danny. Sure, he looked buff, but they had no idea he was that strong.

Being tossed around by him made them even wetter, if that was even possible.

His hands lifted up the material of the skirt, showing off their lingerie. They let out a gasp as he leaned down to run his tongue along the skin above the thong.

Charlie ginned, his teeth baring animalistically at the sight. "This for me?" He asked, mouthing kisses along the fabric of their underwear, slipping his fingers underneath the straps holding it to their hips. The skin beneath them was smooth and so warm.

Danny whined at his touch, gripping the counter and nodding. They thanked god that the incredibly far-out decision they'd made had actually paid off.

He breathed out a single chuckle, pressing kisses to the bare skin right above the fabric.

"I don't usually do this so fast, you know... Even though I'm pretty... Open online..." They trailed off, suddenly becoming shy.

Charlie looked up from their waistband, his fingers practically twitching in place on their hips. He knew what they meant.

They didn't want him to think they were easy, or a slut, just because of a job they did. And maybe if he was someone else, he might. But Charlie didn't care about things like that. He didn't think people were less because of what they chose to do with their own bodies.

So he simply grinned and mumbled along their skin. "Then I'm the luckiest guy in the fucking world."

Danny's held back a whimper at his words, watching him slowly pull their panties to the side, revealing to him their dripping heat. The sticky residue stretching from the fabric and breaking to join the rest of the wetness between their thighs.

Charlie's pupils dilated at the view in front of him. The small amount of hair stippled on their pelvis matched Danny's strawberry blonde locks, something he had been curious of before if it was dyed, but now, seeing them in all their glory, he knew the truth.

Their bare cunt on display for him made a fleeting thought cross his mind of all the people who had gotten to see it before. But Charlie grinned to himself as he realized that none of them got to do what he was getting to. Touch it, taste it, be inside it.

He couldn't help but bury his face between their thighs, his tongue flat against their folds as he lapped a stripe up the center. His thumb rubbed circled into their squirming inner thighs, tracing the freckles peppered across the skin as his tongue worked Danny's clit.

Their back arched, a moan falling out of their throat as Charlie hummed, vibrating their pussy lightly.

Holy shit he was good at this. He was meant to live between someone's legs, pleasuring them endlessly. And god knew he had the stamina for it, too.

"Haaah~" Danny's hands threaded in his hair, tugging lightly as he glanced up at them to watch their reactions. Their eyes rolled back and their jaw went slack, and he couldn't help from dipping the tip of his tongue into their entrance.

Their reactions had his cock jumping up in his jeans, desperate to be freed. He brought his hands down to undo his belt and fly, keeping eye contact with Danny as he did so, whenever they happened to look down at him. The multitasking of his tongue pleasuring them with his hands busy was so fucking hot.

Their hips jerked into Charlie's face involuntarily, making him moan into their lips again as his jeans and boxers slid down his hips and onto the floor. He stood, pulling the middle Danny's panties to the side again, admiring the wet and sloppy pussy before him.

Charlie pressed his tip against their entrance, before drawing back slightly, seeing them connected by a string of slick leaking from their entrance. "Fuck..."

Danny let out a sound at the mere sight of it, something mixed with a sigh of relief and a moan of anticipation. They pulled him closer by his shoulders, a pleading look in their eyes. "Char~"

The damn nickname, he couldn't resist it when it came to them.

He knew what they wanted and he was in no mood to withhold it from them.

His tip notched on their entrance and slid inside slowly, before he bottomed out entirely.

He faltered, his head falling forward as he let out a shuddered breath. Charlie could literally feel their quickening heartbeat around his cock, pulsing in time with his own. His hands repositioned from their hip to their waist in a desperate attempt to ground himself.

"Please- Ahh~" Danny’s begging was cut off by a slow thrust.

His chest was heaving shakily as he rocked in and out. "Oh fuck, you feel so good~" Charlie panted breathlessly above them.

His hips pushed against their skin, sliding into their pussy with a control that he didn't quite anticipate.

It seemed to fit just right inside of them, hitting every spot so perfectly. God, Danny felt like they could cum on this cock over and over again and never get tired of it.

Charlie found himself looking at Danny's laptop, the camera still pointed at them even though the stream was off. The laptop showed a different angle that set his brain on fire.

So much so he found himself mumbling words to them that he hadn't fully thought through. "Could you... Record us?"

Danny felt their brain fizzle out. "Y- Yeah. I would... Need to move the camera..."

He took a moment to fully comprehend what they were saying, before slowly pulling out of them.

Danny got off the counter on shaky legs, moving the camera off the tripod to a different position on the counter.

He walked up behind them, Charlie's fingers clasping the zipper of their dress, dragging it down until it was loose enough that it slipped off their body. From the way it tightly hugged their tits, he was surprised it came off that easily. "It looks so fucking good on you, but it's done its job." He groaned out, tugging his shirt off in a hurry, like he couldn't let anything get in the way of his view of them.

Danny's core throbbed at his praise, turning on the camera and leading him to press them against the counter. They made sure nothing else was visible but their abdomens and below. Spreading their legs for him, they smiled, watching him pull their panties to the side once again, hooking them over the curve of their ass to keep them in place.

The thickness of his cock slid along their folds, making them moan impatiently and slide back onto the tip, taking him completely inside.

Charlie pressed them back into the counter, bending them over it slightly as he shuddered.

His hips suddenly began rocking against their ass faster than before, fucking himself into their tight walls.

Charlie struggled to keep his groans contained.

He shouldn't talk.

If they did decide to post this it would be really bad if someone figured out it was him.

As if anyone would be able to hear him anyway over the loud groans Danny was letting spew out of their mouth at his movements.

But the idea of someone finding out that it was him. His cock being leaked on the internet, where his cock was right now being leaked on the internet. His fans knowing that he'd gotten to fuck this beautiful creature before any of their subscribers.

The feeling sent a shiver down his spine and an orgasm shooting into Danny's pussy. "Sorry..." He mumbled frantically in their ear, trying his hardest not to let the camera pick it up.

"It's okay~" They mumbled back. "You can cum in me. Don't worry~"

Charlie felt himself get hard again almost instantly, their words filling him with relief and even more hunger.

While still recovering from his orgasm, he sped up inside them, letting out a sloppy groan, before covering his mouth and pulling himself together.

The noises they were making in response made him rock solid again in record time.

He didn't fucking care that he had just came. He would pound them until he was shooting blanks. Until his legs were so sore he couldn't walk. Until Danny couldn't walk.

Fuck, he'd wanted this for so long.

Wanted to be inside them making them feel good.

And they wanted the exact same thing.

Danny couldn't form words, because if they did, it would just be Charlie's name, over and over again falling out of their mouth like a prayer and they couldn't do that. Not while they were recording.

He watched them on the laptop, just barely visible still in his peripheral. It still showed the whole thing. And he tried not to get lost in it, get lost in Danny.

Seeing them in his colors as he fucked them made his heart beat wildly, his hips thrusting with fervor.

Their moans echoed and filled the kitchen, absolute music to his ears.

He would need to have this video, just to hear their moans again. So he could be certain that he was the one fucking them good enough to make those sounds.

Danny felt his tip hit their g-spot, making them scream praises and affirmatives. "Yes, yes don't stop! Ohhh~" There was only so much they could take before their walls fluttered around him, squirting out an orgasm that splattered against the kitchen floor, wetting both of their thighs.

Charlie was mesmerized, watching the way they shook around him as they came. So enamored with how their pussy felt around him. Too busy staring to continue thrusting.

Danny maneuvered his head back to their entrance and slid onto him with a moan.

They just couldn't get enough of him.

They wanted more. Needed more. Needed all of him every day, needed him to be theirs.

Needed him to fuck them like this every day, make their thighs wobble and their heart race and their mind go blank every fucking day.

And after that display, Charlie was definitely gonna cum again. His hands on their hips tightened and dragged their body back against him, the wetness of their orgasm helping him slide freely, reaching so deep inside.

He never wanted the feeling to end.

But it all came crashing down on him as he felt his mind go blank, fully blank, nothing in his brain except pussy around his cock.

His thrusts felt desperate against them, Danny whimpering as he continued to pound into them, before he sheathed himself so deep inside of them that their lungs pushed out a breath from lack of room.

Charlie's hips stuttered as he emptied his balls inside them, groaning and panting as his head rolled back.

"Sheesh~" Danny joked as both of their minds cleared slowly.

The two chuckled, Charlie pressing a kiss to their temple endearingly.

"Wanna go again?" Danny asked softly, half joking, but when they turned to see Charlie licking his lips, they knew they'd fucked up.

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Moonzy 💖

Moonz

Hiiiii how was the stream?

Moonz

Danny?

Moonz

Hellooooo

Moonz

That good, huh? 😏

Moonz

Have fuuuunnn! 🤭

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"Okay, I got it..." Charlie chuckled, trying not to laugh at his own joke before he even told it. "How does a nonbinary samurai kill their enemies? They slash them!"

Danny giggled at the pun, taking the last hit of their joint and pressing it out onto a plate of cake that sat next to them. "That's so stupid."

They were both sat on the floor, eating cake, smoking, and watching a movie that had been long paused and discarded.

"I told you I would come up with some better puns, so here they are." Charlie thought for a moment, before seeming to have an epiphany. "What did the Non-binary cowboys say when they moved to California?"

"What?" They played along with an uncontrollable grin.

"There's gold in them/their hills!" He snickered, putting on a southern accent to really sell it.

Covering their face with their palms, Danny shook their head. "That... Sucked." Their large smile contradicted their words.

"Okay, it wasn't my best..." Charlie admitted, leaning his forehead onto their shoulder, before sitting upright again.

They sighed, removing their hands from their face to look at him. Really look at the man in front of them.

Charlie.

Cute, loving, passionate, wonderful, Charlie.

They picked up a bite of cake with a fork, spooning it softly into his mouth with ease.

"I really do like you." Danny mumbled out with a fondness that they'd never heard their voice use before.

"I really like you too." He grinned with his mouth full, leaning closer. Not for any particular reason, just to be closer to them.

"Would you wanna stay longer than just tonight?" Danny's hand slipped into Charlie's, who gave it a light squeeze in return.

He shrugged and swallowed. "Well, I'm free all weekend."

Danny pressed a kiss to his cheek, which made them both giggle.

The two of them ended up posting the video a week or so later with a solo video in between.

Wouldn't want anyone to get suspicious.

No viewers figured it out, but they did notice that for the rest of Danny's videos, it was always the same guy in them.

Sure, there were theories, but nothing was ever confirmed.

Maybe one day the internet would figure it out.

But until that day, the two lovers had many good laughs about it.

#smut #charlie slimesicle x reader #slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle smut #ITS FINALLY HERE

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helluverse-rewrites · 5 months ago

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Random tidbits/headcanons

I mostly just made this because I think there's some things I forgot to put in the other posts so here you go Ig

Starting off with a big one, Millie proposed to Moxxie using sign language

Millie often translates for Moxxie when he's talking to others

Moxxie won't admit this, but it really means a lot to him when someone learns sign language for him. He grew in a place that told him that no one would learn such a thing just for a worthless, waste of space like him. So it contradicts what his father said to him when someone at least puts in the effort and tries

Not only is Sallie May trans, Millie now also has a trans brother

Verosika would probably listen to boyfriend asmr for shits and giggles

Asmodeus hates alpha male podcasters

In my rewrite, Moxxie is more apathetic than in canon, so the conflict in Murder Family is different. That's all I'm gonna say

Stella is the living embodiment of "I'm not just a regular mom, I'm a ✨cool mom✨"

Fizz has a shit tone of medical trauma

Octavia has crippling abandonment issues

^ this is because Stolas would constantly tell her as a kid when she would be crying "Cut this nonsense out or else I'm leaving you. For good." Stolas would also say he'd take Stella with her. So basically she thought that if she cried as a child, her parents would leave her

^ this is why she's so quiet and pretends she doesn't care about anything. She learned that everyone will leave her if she shows any emotion

Yeah she doesn't like to cry in front of people anymore (Stella is completely unaware of this btw)

She just bottles everything up in general

Stella will just accept anytime Stolas or Andrealphus yells or threatens her, but she'll attack you if you mention her daughter

After some character development, Fizz would be good friends with Moxxie I feel

^ They would play a game where they would see how much random shit they could say in sign language before people start to catch on how much they're bullshitting. They would be saying the word 'watermelon' over and over again. Everyone is confused while Millie and Asmodeus are laughing their asses off

If M&M were to have kids, they would definitely go for adoption (COUGHSINSMASCOUGH) also because Moxxie is trans so they wouldn't be able to have children biologically

^ also they're broke so they need more money before they even consider that

Millie often worries about Moxxie when she's not there to translate his sign language. It's not that she doesn't think he can handle himself, Moxxie has been surviving on his own for a long time before he met Millie. It's just that he has a tendency to force himself to talk when no one can understand what he's saying, and Millie knows it hurts and exhausts him

Millie's family adores Moxxie. I hate the trope of dad disapproves of daughter's boyfriend. It's just pretty annoying and oftentimes the boyfriend is the sweetest guy ever

Her family is the most accepting family in the Wrath Ring and upon first meeting them, Moxxie was certain they hated him

That was literally the opposite though, they even helped Millie set up the proposal. They just wanted Moxxie to be their in-law so bad

Striker is kind of an older brother figure to Millie, he used to have playdates with her when they were little

Stolas is the most powerful Goetia, which is something he brags about constantly

Asmodeus is a huge fucking nerd and loves reading

Moxxie and Blitzø constantly steals Millie's fidget toys for fun

Dw Millie thinks it's funny

That's all I can think about for now! If I think of anymore I'll do a part two

#most of these are about m&m i realize #oh well #yeah this got kind of out of hand #anti spindlehorse #anti vivziepop #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism #vivziepop critique #spindlehorse criticism #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #spindlehorse critique #helluva boss rewrite

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callistodisco · 5 months ago

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Here I'll throw ya one. On another blog, they were chatting about Raditz with a crush, and now it's all I can think about. In most fics I've read he boinks Reader/Whoever pretty fast (and those fics are amazing and I love every bit of it), but I have been super curious about what it'd look like for him to slowly open up to and get a crush. How he'd act and all that.

Would he be all tsundere and deny it? Would he try and woo us (and probably fail miserably)?

i literally love this?? brainrotting over it now Raditz my beloved <3 im gonna bsffr, this was a self-indulgent piece

Request Chungus ML Dragon Ball ML Raditz x f!reader Genres: Headcanons|Fluff|Romantic

Raditz With A Crush

With a human crush:

so first of all- you're human, he's saiyan, and he sees a problem with this (even before the crush)

so i read on the saiyan wiki that saiyan men LOVE strong women, so you're very feisty and will absolutely butt heads with him, no questions asked

at first he's annoyed like "the AUDACITY of this human to oppose me???"

but then it kinda becomes a thing between yall and he's like "man the audacity lol" and he finds it kinda hot

more time passes and yall spend more time together before it passes the territory of "hey, friends don't do that!" and like everyone points it out (yes he survived the piccolo beam :3 or the dragon balls brought him back idk you choose)

but everyone starts to point out the staring and how he oddly is nicer to you🤨hmmmmm

at first for a few months he's like "me? with a human? grossss"

but then Goku and Vegeta are like "humans are kinda goated, we literally have kids with them" so Raditz does some self reflecting

he realizes that he'd totally get with you if you WERE a saiyan so maybe the human barrier is kinda dumb

after this conclusion he makes it his mission to make you fall madly in love with him

every fic i've read of this man portrays him as a frat boy or sex god, and while i LOVE that for him, i'm a firm believer he's an awkward loser when it comes to romance

he flirts with you but in the saiyan way and there are lots of mixed signals

"fight me!" "no?? hEY-" he's already trying to attack you :/

he eventually learns humans are "lame" and do "boring" things for romance, like movie dates or eating out (cringe, right?)

"h-hey human! wanna go to that p-place you keep talking about?" you're thinking for minute because?? THE Raditz stuttered? crazy

but he takes it wrong and assumes you don't want to, so it's a 5min argument convincing him to go💀

similar scenarios happen for a few more months and it literally eats him alive how slow this is moving, it's killing you too dw

after like a year of human dates he starts ranting because you point out that he seemed kinda tense lately

"well i don't know what i'm doing half the time on this planet, i have to live with being the weakest of my race, i can barely stand to be next to you without burning alive-" he kept ranting but your mind blanked after you heard that

with a smile you began to poke him "you likeee me" the HUMILIATION on this saiyans face "you like likeee me"

not how he hoped it'd go, but you two are very happy together :3

With a saiyan crush:

pretty sure it was in canon lore the only remaining saiyans were male, so um, you're the only surviving female, yippee?

you have many suitors to choose from, but uh, most weren't very appealing

and tbh, Vegeta was never an option, you were a peasant or whatever, so he was grossed out🤮couldn't properly carry out the royal bloodline i guess

because Raditz and you were both weak by saiyan standards, you were paired together often, strength in numbers, right?

this crush developed much faster purely because you bonded over:

similar experiences in society and on the battlefield

near death experiences bring people closer than you think

this doesnt mean he acted faster or accepted it any quicker

he was in denial at first because "she's just a friend!" hmmm ok bud

you two started getting split from each other and working with different partners which is what left him to fully realize his crush

this was mostly due to his jealousy of you spending a lot of time with someone other than him, and that he yearned for your presence often while gone

after figuring out "oh! i like her" instead of telling you, he hid it

not because he was scared no, but because he wasn't prepared for the emotional damage when one of you died and left the other to weather frieza's tyranny alone. he didn't want to be without you or leave you alone in this place

it was after he went to earth and nearly died to Kakarot and Piccolo he was like "erm, i'm gonna say something"

after making it back barely alive he eventually recovered and told you how he felt

his story of how strong earths warriors are made you question staying with the frieza force until it was safe to leave

once Vegeta and Nappa decided to invade earth, you and Raditz tagged along secretly and started to live happy lives as the weirdos next door :3

idk if i'll ever create headcanons as lengthy as these ever again

btw i have 2 Raditz fics in the works tee hee

#dragon ball #dragon ball x reader #db x reader #dragon ball z #dragon ball z x reader #dbz #dbz x reader #raditz #raditz x reader

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anonmousegosqueak · 2 months ago

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Okokokok. So I’m nonbinary (she/they, afab) and I tend to switch presenting masc or femme fairly often. So what about Poly or platonic 141 and reader or oc who is similar? Like with a she/they who presents both ways but leans towards masc?

If you’re not comfy with it that’s fine! No worries if you don’t write it. Just thought I’d send a little potential inspo your way ☺️ have a nice evening

Spaghetti. I'm literally the same, if I were to write about an OC it would just be my super cool awesome self insert who everyone loves and has fifty billion boyfriends and they all smoke weed. Specifically self insert- as I am also they/she and tend to switch between masc and fem presenting.

But while I love and cherish that oc, I also understand that not everyone wants to see that. I made them for myself, not to plague the online with "Mary Sue" or whatever.

Anyways- I guess poly!141 x reader? I'm still not sure how to title stuff sooo~ I'm also gonna be smart and put a cut in now because I *know* I'ma get carried away and write till my fingers break.

Gonna break this up into individual reactions/responses (dw it's nothing but fluff)

Okay let's start with the boomer who isn't actually that old (38 is not old...) but it's funny to pretend he is:

Surprisingly enough, Price not only understands, he 100% hypes you up. He tends to default to they/them pronouns but will (if you're okay with it) absolutely call you "one of his boys" masc or fem. After his shithead father was... Him. Price kinda took it upon himself to be a good mentor to y'all, especially if your own dad isn't great- or even if he's fine tbh, this guy snatched up Kyle despite him (in my hc) having an alright dad. So yeah, he may or may not teach you 'man-ly stuff'.

For example: date night to the club. You want to dress more masculine?

Price: "Luv- are you planning on wearing that? Borrowing one of Simon's shirts? No doll, here take one of mine. It brings out your eyes~"

The shit in question is the most old-man flannel you could imagine, like sir- w h y.

Granted, it does look pretty good on you...

Date at the club, looking more fem?

Price: "Stunning as always- pretty thing. I think this necklace would pair well."

To be fair, he'd think you'd look beautiful in anything (or nothing).

Would absolutely buy you a binder if you want, he makes sure you practice safe binding as well. Wouldn't want his wonderful partner to break a rib! That's Johnny's thing.

Listen, Price may or may not have dabbled in some drag when he was younger. While it's not the same, he understands presenting in a way different from your gender identity. He always loves when he can use she/her pronouns while you look masc af, it makes him do that ugly quokka smile he does.

Besides, you'll always be his lovely partner no matter gender or presentation.

Little kitty meow meow sunshine baby boy princess:

Ghost is... Well okay- does he understand? Not really. Does he care? Also no. As long as you're happy, he'll do whatever the hell you want him to. Something as simple as using whatever pronouns no matter how you dress? Bro, he's used to shooting people for his partner, this is nothing. Mate does not give a heck about SAAB, presentation, or identity. Just tell him what to do and he'll do it.

Tell him you prefer she/they pronouns? Okay luv. Tell him you wanna take his shirt because you want to dress masculine and you think the oversized look would be cute? Alright, here you go. (You meant one of the ones from his closest, not what he was wearing but okay)

Bro would care more if you microwaved tea than whatever gender stuff makes you comfortable.

Also- 100% would knock the lights out of anyone who tried to disrespect you. He's already punching homophobes, why not add transphobes to the list?

This one is the shortest because he really does not care. As long as you're happy, he's happy. He might not go out of his way to support you, more because he doesn't know how than because he doesn't care (in a rude way). Similar to his sexuality (check out my post :3 about 141 sexualities), he doesn't fully understand terms or even the actual definitions, he just knows he likes you and you like being called certain things and dressing certain ways.

MEN 13IN1 Shampoo Conditioner Body Wash Toothpaste Mouthwash Deodorant Peanut Butter Gatorade Milk Tin Foil Tennis Shoes Dental Floss Eye Drops:

Bro- Soap is literally so gay

But nah, again referencing my earlier post- Soap doesn't give a heck what your gender is, he's gonna hit that no matter what. He's also got a bit of a foggy view of his own gender, often dressing however he wants masc or fem.

Y'all are trading clothes, no questions asked.

He's much more likely to talk about it, making jokes and such. Whereas Simon quietly accepts you, Soap is a lot more vocal about it. He thinks a good date is heading to a pride parade, he's 100% right.

Sometimes he will get it wrong, calling you the wrong pronouns or something, but you better believe he'll be begging on his knees for forgiveness. Just a silly guy. He loves you, no matter shape or size or presentation or identity.

Soap: "Oi- Bonnie! Can I wear your skirt?"

That's right, you won't be taking his clothes but he'll be taking yours. Well... You could wear his clothes but you won't be wearing them for long. He gets excited at the very idea. One time you put on a random hoodie, not seeing the hole MACTAVISH on the back, and within ten minutes of seeing you he was holding you up like a trophy and showing you off.

Soap: "Lookit my pretty lass! They can wear a skirt or a suit and look absolutely stunning!"

So yeah, like a puppy in a pride bandana.

hghhhhhnnnn... Must bite hussbannnd...

Uh- Gaz. Yeah. Mhm. Please ignore that, my inner demons wanted a word in.

I think he's a perfect mix of Johnny and Simon. Very supportive, but also much more chill. He's also the most likely to ask you questions, like 'what pronouns do you want me to use?' and 'are you okay if I call you baby?' and 'i noticed your wearing a lot more masculine clothes, do you wanna go shopping for more?'. He's a firm believer in communication, no matter what.

He's also a certified pretty boy™, if you match outfits with him he will literally get down on one knee right there.

He's also particularly fond of complementing you no matter what. You could be fresh out of bed and not even properly dressed yet, he'll be saying you're the hottest thing he's ever seen. Masculine, feminine, he thinks you're amazing.

He also likes making outfits with you. Please tell him if you wanna dress up today, he'll be right next to you looking through clothes and asking you what you wanna wear.

Idk man, he wants nothing more than for you to be happy and would do anything to make sure you're comfortable in your skin.

Uhh- I may have lost track of what the og ask was, I got distracted thinking about how heckin adorable these guys are. Tldr: peg them.

Okay bye <3

#cod #call of duty #cod headcanons #task force 141 #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #john price #poly 141

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emo-trash101 · 1 year ago

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Hii:3 so I've been reading your works and I LOVE them (especially the Ramshackle and Hazbin hotel <3) so I was wondering if yo could write an one shot about Stone with a Male! Reader about what it would be like to sleep with him (you know, cuddles and cuddles and stuff) I have a hc about skipp and vinnie trying to grab the blanket for them while they sleep (obviously not knowing) and i even see them half fighting and pulling the blanket at each other while they sleep and I feel like (of the three) stone is the lightest sleeper so you could say he suffers the most with that so reader help him fall asleep again? I'm sorry if I made it too long but I better leave it until here because then I start to extend more and in fact this is already extending more but my English is not so good and I had to use translator in several parts of this to make sure that if I wrote it well but anyway sorry for making it so long sorry again

-🥸 (I love this emoji omg it looks so silly and goofy and it reminds me of me fHAHSJANAJANJSGDUSIWJAJJ)

Ofc I would love to write this! Also dw about your english, I understood it very well! I couldn't really find a good way to write it in one shot form (I'm so sorry 🙏🙏🙏) but if you want me to try and rewrite it just let me know!

Stone x M! reader

Pronouns: Second person, implied male

Tw: uhhh, too much fluff???

- So I'm gonna preface this by saying I don't think Stone is particularly touch starved(I know a lot of people headcannon him as being touch starved(no shade to them)), he just doesn't like touch very much.

- Like in several scenes we see him tell Skipp to not touch him or to let go off him.

- So I think cuddling would be a kind of thing where it's not often, unless it's like winter time or on of y'all is drunk off your ass.

- But I feel like Stone would be really cold in general.

- Like cold hands, cold feet, cold everything

- So idk if y'all like that but it's the truth.

- That being said, he's probably a blanket hog by accident and it turns into a fucking war just to not freeze to death.

- Also cuddling with him lowkey sucks. Like he's basically a sack of bones, and last time I checked that is not super duper comfortable.

- And then ofc, we have the lovely Vinnie and Skipp.

- They thought it would be silly to take away the blanket y'all were sharing (Cause no amount of alcohol can raise that man's body heat nearly enough to be comfortable)

- He obviously woke up (Because I agree, light sleeper Stone for the win!!!)

- And you wake up to people yelling at 2:00am (sounds just like home)

- But in all, do I think he dislikes cuddling, yes. Do I think he's freezing cold all of the time, yes. Do I think cuddling with him would probably be hella uncomfortable, also yes. But none of that should stop anyone.

- Go cuddle your angsty sickly victorian looking boy to your hearts content (dw I wanna cuddle with him too)

I just realized this lowkey sounds like pure Stone slander, I PROMISE I AM TOO A STONE SIMP I SWEARR 🙏🙏🙏

#ramshackle x reader #ramshackle #stone x reader ramshackle #stone ramshackle #i dont fucking know #how the hell did I write this?

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isa-ghost · 1 year ago

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amfmn missa.. p please.. please mother … feed us

I'M BEING ENABLED PPOVERHEAT

He's an actual grim reaper. That's where he's disappeared to so often in canon, reaper duties. It's a very demanding job, you know.

Doesn't stop him from feeling terrible about being gone so often though. He misses his husband and kids and hates how often he's out of the loop :(

Fr though Phil and the kids make him so so happy after spending countless hours working such a sad job. It's also partially why he sings and makes art. That brand of fun is catharsis for the soul.

He has all his canon weapons but I ALSO gave him a reaper deathscythe. And boy is he gonna use it. Fucking AWOOGA MissaSinfonia when he's angry.

Btw as a reaper he can FEEL souls. He can see their power, their condition, feel the surface level emotions and personality of its owner. This will come in handy later in the fic. ;)

As per the post I made asking for Missa appreciation so I can characterize him properly: He's undyingly loyal, he fights hard and loves even harder, he's protective, silly, and goddamn can he flirt.

All his wet cat behavior is a result of getting too overwhelmed by The Horrors. He's seen A Lot as a reaper. But somehow Quesadilla Island and all its... Everything. Always manage to show him a new brand of What The Fuck he's never even imagined before. Hence all his screaming and weeping when he's caught up on what he's missed. Like how tf else is he supposed to react??

Somewhat attached to that, he and Phil rlly were a match made in Federation Heaven bc they both have issues with self-doubt despite being insanely skilled and sharp-witted. Missa is better abt it than Phil though. His only acts up when he messes up a lot or just. Doesn't have a clue how to handle a situation where it's dire that he does. It's more of an insecurity about being unprepared and failing his loved ones than it is a doubt he has skill. He KNOWS he does, he hates when it's not enough. That's how he differs from Phil, who thinks he has none at all.

Btw when you fuck with the people he's protective over, he gets PISSED. We're getting a LOT of pissed off Missa in AMFMN <3 Ofc there'll be a lot of reaper tears too, his husband is suffering and there's little he can do about it. :( But ohohoho when the sad turns into rage. BARK WOOF. Eventually he decides EK is catching these hands and scythe.

He also shakes hands with his husband on being a self-sacrificing little shit. And. Yeah this is gonna happen later in the fic. (He's not dying dw dw)

You have no idea how excited I am that I basically get to build his dynamics with Fit, Etoiles, and Bagi from scratch. I'm so hyped. People are welcome to reply with this with any crumbs we have of their dynamics in canon but afaik they've rarely interacted outside of very minor moments, so AMFMN will largely be a sandbox for me to establish what I THINK they'd be like. Which in my fic plan so far, is largely taking each character's personality and applying how I think they'd react to a situation, and how that would look when two of them are interacting in that situation. Ex: at one point Etoiles has to comfort Missa bc he's just having a ROUGH time with this saving Phil stuff. But Etoiles is NOT a comfort guy. So he does his Etoiles thing: hearing Missa out while also cracking his usual brand of jokes in an attempt to lighten the mood.

I also have a plot point planned with him and Bagi when shit is hitting the fan the hardest and OUUGHHH. That self-sacrificing shit am I right.

God I'm being so mean to him specifically in AMFMN though. Ender King is a sack of shit, he knows exactly who to harass most using Phil's body >:/

See in my AMFMN Fitza headcanons, I said they're each other's confidants. Which IS true. However, no one in the fic gets the honor of Phil FINALLY communicating with someone about his issues other than his husband. Missa is the person he caves and confesses things to. Missa gets the HC Deity lore and what's been happening to him lately. This is actually what Chapter 3 is :D

Also I am so sorry but I'm sliding a Missa Romantic Love Confession attempt into the fic and it gets interrupted by The Horrors. But yeah Missa is romantically in love with Phil, he just respects that Phil sees things platonically. He still wants to communicate his feelings though.

#qsmp #qsmp pissa #pissa #qsmp philza #qsmp missa #AMFMN things #deathduo #qsmp deathduo

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cherrirui-official · 1 year ago

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Friendlocke Violet Gijinkas (Part 3/7)

PART 3 RAAAAGH!!! SO SORRY THIS ONE TOOK SO LONG AAAH!!!! But it's here now, yippee!!! And just in time for Christmas too, wowie!

I plan on posting them in order by groups of three, so there's gonna be seven parts in total, all of which I'll be linking here when done vvv

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Four) (Part Five) (Part Six) (Part Seven)

!! These will contain personal headcanons I have for the cast, little fun facts, and also spoilers for Friendlocke Violet (for both the edited vids and the streams) !!

@saltydkart-reblogs

Designs under the cut!

GRACE:

The light scars/ cracks on her body were injuries formed while she was accidentally sent through Turo's time machine. Unlike the paradox pokemon/ miraidon, GrAce's body isn't made of iron or metal, so her body wasn't able to withstand the large amount of tera energy used to power the machine as easily as the paradox pokemon were.

Luckily, she was just barely able to hold out against the time machine's energy until she made it to Turo's lab in the present day. Unfortunately, she can't be sent back because she would literally die if she went through the time machine again. Sooooo she's stuck in the modern era.

Very familiar with Area Zero and the various pokemon that reside down there, but moved out in order to continue producing music as well as familiarize herself with current-day Paldea.

She only vaguely know Clavell back when he was a rebellious teenager, though she didn't know his name. Clavell, on the other hand, was one of her biggest fans back in the 50s-60s.

Funny enough, when she sees "Clive" for the first time, she recognizes him! But not as Director Clavell, she just barely recognizes him as the random teenage fan that would occasionally ask her to sign various GrAce posters he had bought. She is also under the belief that he too, was sent from the past into the present, unaware that he simply just grew up.

Likes doing random poses for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

BRAIDY:

Believes that everything can be solved without violence, but can and will throw hands if need be.

Everyone in Braidy's family greet each other by playfully ramming into one another. So when Peppy and his team were getting chased down by Braidy's family during their journey, they weren't trying to attack them, they just wanted to say hi!

Braidy is really good with kids due to his experience with being the eldest sibling, as he'd often have to take care of his younger siblings.

Mykyie and Braidy shop at the same clothing store.

Speaking of Mykyie, the lighter parts of Braidy's fur appeared only after Mykyie passed...

As of now, he's still an apprentice, but he has great potential to become an all powerful wizard... someday.

CHRISTENE'S:

Artist's note: I couldn't fit their children in the bio sorry girls and gays. I'll probably draw them out later on after I'm finished with everyone else.

Their stomachs are basically voids, so every time they eat the food just disappears, which is why they're ALWAYS hungry.

HIGHLY flammable.

It is speculated that they're poppets, but you don't have any proof of that, do you?

If you listen closely, you can hear soft bell noises every time they walk. It is unknown why this happens, but I believe it is best not to ask.

Aaaaand that's it! I plan on taking a short break from these bc I wanna draw some other stuff. Dw, I'll continue to work on these very soon!

#You guys will never guess who's lore I spent the most time on...#A knee ways... sorry for the word vomit in GrAce's funfacts I just really like the lore I came up with for her #time traveling bird just hit different ig #Also if anyone has noticed: Yes I changed the spoiler warning image on the previous post #Having the same image on both posts was starting to confuse me a bit so I made a different one for that post as well as one for this post #I hope you like the lil Peppys i drew for each one lol #lil guys... look at them go!#again. sorry these took so long yall I got caught up with life and other stuff and yaknow what? That happens sometimes and its ok.#but I got these done in time for christmas! So ig this is my Christmas gift to yall haha #Merry Christmas yall!#cherris canvas #saltydkdan #friendlocke #friendlocke violet #violet gijinka au #also just noticing this but the quality is better if u click on the image bc sometimes it looks like i drew this on 144p u get what i mean?

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cabensonsgirly · 8 months ago

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I'm Gonna Pack My Things and Leave You Behind. (18+)

Content: Angst, mentions of ptsd, happy ending dw, mentions of smut, religion

Word Count: 7944

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He hadn’t fled, not really. He had said his goodbyes, sealed with a tender, lingering kiss to her forehead and a silent I love you. That was enough, wasn’t it? Why stay when all that would happen is their hearts would ache, the cracks splitting into canyons that could never be filled? His heart was not a vase nor a piece of porcelain that could be repaired with kintsugi. He had seen what happens when Band-Aids cover wounds that haven’t been treated; they fester, the infection spreads, and soon everything is sick, and the only cure is radical treatment. He wasn’t going to make the same mistakes he’d seen so many times before. So, he left.

When he closes his eyes, he still remembers how soft and warm her skin felt under his lips. But of course, with remembering such tenderness, he too remembers the way her eyes glistened with tears, the way her hand reached out for him in a silent plea for him to stay- to change his mind, to try just one more time. Why couldn’t he stay? He had seen her grow so much, blossom into such an incredible leader and advocate, a privilege he was so lucky to obtain. But he too had changed, although as he kneels at the altar of his new local church, his rosary clasped tightly in his hands, he wonders if he had turned into some kind of invasive moth, not the butterfly he so desperately tried to be. A moth and a butterfly could never work. A saint and a sinner could never work. Everyone knows what would happen, the saint would pay for the sinner’s deviance and then too fall from grace. Jesus paid the ultimate sacrifice as payment for sinners, he did not want his love to suffer the same way.

He presses the beads to his lips before standing up, bowing his head once more then turning to leave the place he often sought refuge when his apartment felt too much like prison. He returns his beads to his coat pocket, his thumb running over them as he walks the pavement back home. His heart aches at that. He calls it home when talking to his mami, but it isn’t really home, is it? His heart does not feel content there. The walls, although adorned with tasteful pieces of art, shelves full of books he’s collected and awards and knick-knacks he’d kept after his abuela passed, felt lifeless. The plants, although thriving, seemed plastic, like he’d gone to the dollar store and picked out the cheapest ones he could instead of what he actually did, which was spending months researching which ones would improve the air quality of his apartment. No matter how long he spends there, it would never feel like home.

He hangs his coat up on the hook in the hallway, smoothing it out with his hands before stepping out of his shoes then heading through to the lounge where he goes to the liquor cabinet and pours himself a scotch. It wasn’t his favorite brand; he couldn’t bring himself to drink that anymore as it reminded him too much of her. Even now when he thinks about it, he can picture them sitting next to one another on the couch with her feet in his lap with a drink in one hand, his other resting gently on her leg as his thumb brushes softly against it. The way the alcohol always tasted sweeter when close to her, her laugh filling him with a warmth that nothing else could replicate, not even his mami’s tamales could hit the spot but he wouldn’t dare say such a thing to her face. He sucks back a mouthful of liquor, closing his eyes as he wills the tears to stay in his tear-ducts and not spill onto his cheeks to travel the same path they had many times before. He didn’t want them to find home in his beard because he knew he couldn’t find it in himself to wash away the reminder as each tear contained his love for this woman, a memory of how things used to be, how things could have been had he chosen to do something different. He runs his hand over his beard, smoothing down the bristles that stick out- he only trims when it becomes unmanageable, and even then, he has to force himself not to think about what he was getting rid of. The last hairs falling into his sink that his love had touched, it was too painful to think of.

He refills his glass, returning the stopper to his decanter before taking his glass with him to the lounge. His stomach rumbles as he sits on the couch, another sound he has grown to ignore most of the time. He reaches for the remote and turns his tv on, flicking through the channels until she appears, doing what she does best- advocating. Her voice is powerful, he can feel the hairs on his arms stand to attention, and he even leans forward so he can hear her better. A small smile tugs at his lips, “Look at you soar,” he whispers, the corners of his eyes creasing with adoration, “Look at you fly.”

He rests his hand against his heart, feeling a warmth spread through him as he sees her again. Love never really goes away. No distance has changed that, nor time. He picks his glass up and drinks the liquor, and of course- of course it tastes sweeter, he can pick up on the undertones, the subtle vanilla notes, the sweetness of toffee on the tip of his tongue, and fig coming through, all erasing the usual burn as it works its way down his throat. His eye catches a glimmer when a camera flashes so he pauses the news and gets up, moving closer to the screen so he can get a better look. The air gets sucked from his lungs, the glass nearly falling from his fingertips when he sees it, the necklace sitting on her chest front and center. It had been months, why hadn’t she taken it off? Why didn’t she take it off? His grip on the glass tightens, his hand shaking through sheer force. He clenches his jaw, hating how tears fall freely onto his tan cheeks, running their way through the paths they’d carved previous times, “Why didn’t you take it off?” He almost pleads. “Why couldn’t you make this easier?”

That wasn’t fair of him to say, and he regrets it as soon as the words leave his lips, his features dropping as he shakes his head, “Why didn’t I stay,” he adds, going back to the couch where he resumes the news, it quickly catches up to where she was now answering questions posited by the reporters. He watches her skillfully answer questions and deflect others that were borderline inappropriate, the muscle in her jaw tensing briefly- a sign she was trying hard to remain calm and not give a well-deserved tongue lashing to the journalist. Then a question comes truly from left field, “Are you still close with disgraced former ADA Rafael Barba?” His love falters, a flicker of pain washes over her face, her lips turning down slightly. She sucks in a breath, blinking rapidly as to force the tears to remain in her now glistening eyes as she ends the press conference, thanking them for their time as she heads off stage.

He reaches for his cellphone, unlocking it and going to his contacts before pausing, his thumb hovering over her number. It wasn’t his place anymore. It wasn’t his place to check in with her, to make sure she’s doing okay. He sits back, brings his glass to his lips as he finishes his drink, his eyes still lingering on her profile picture. He should have deleted her number when he moved because he often found himself late at night, laying in bed just staring at the picture of her, wishing she was there with him in his arms.

He sighs and turns the screen off, getting up before he makes his way through the apartment to his bedroom where he’ll bury himself under his thick sheets in an attempt to escape the reality he had made for himself. At least in the darkness he wasn’t at risk of reaching out to her, instead, he was trapped with pictures of her seared into his eyelids, haunting him. To be loved by her, though, wasn’t to be haunted. To be loved by her was to know how free Ikarus felt flying so high, so close to the sun. To know what beauty Michelangelo felt as he painted the ceiling on the Sistine Chapel, how close to heaven he was in that moment. He removes his clothes, leaving them discarded near the laundry basket before climbing into bed, pulling the covers over his head. Now he knows that flying too high, too close to the sun only means your wings will fail and you will fall.

He turns his phone on under the covers, checking her Instagram as he did on long nights. She was only posting pictures of meals she had eaten, flowers she found beautiful, and silly poses with friends. She seemed happy in those photos, a smile was on her face as she laughs, but he knew better. Of course he did. He knew that when she truly smiles, she gets crinkles on her nose, and the creases on the corners of her eyes become more pronounced. He had spent so much of his time tracing her features softly with his fingers, following the curve of her smile lines, the dip of her cupid’s bow, the scar she has on her upper lip after an accident as a child, all such subtle things that most people would overlook. Like her exes had overlooked in favor of just treating her like a piece of meat who was only as good as her tits and ass. Even thinking about her like that made his skin crawl because she was- is so much more than that. Yet whenever he would stop by her office and catch her explaining the case, he would notice the way her male colleagues would only stare at her breasts, excluding Odafin. It always infuriated him because how dare they do that? How dare they treat her that way when she has worked so hard to become Captain? He knew they’d say, “Oh I can’t help it, you know how us men are.” Because he knew he was nothing like that, so he was vehemently against being lumped in with the rest of the group. He would rather take the claims he was a little twink than puff his chest out and go “Yeah! I love staring at my boss’s tits!”

He takes a breath to calm his rising anger before resuming scrolling through her Instagram. He comes across a photo of the view from a yacht with a candle-lit dinner, a vase on the table with flowers. He remembers that night, and if he closes his eyes, he could still feel the weight of the box containing the necklace in his pocket against his thigh. He had called his friend the week before to see if he could use his yacht, and after a few back-and-forth things where he was mainly bribing his friend with a particularly expensive bottle of wine, his friend agreed to let him use the yacht for the weekend. He had gone into planning overdrive after that, any spare moment he was going to markets to order the finest produce so he could pick it up Friday evening after work on his way to get her. He hadn’t felt so nervous since sitting his Bar exam, and even then, he didn’t feel like throwing up. He had called his mom on the drive in hopes she would help calm his nerves, and she did. “If you’re this nervous, Rafi, it means you are worried about doing a good job. You will make her night, I’m sure. You know how much she likes these gestures. Take a deep breath, and try to enjoy yourself, okay?”

And of course, like the good boy he is, he did what his mom said. He thanked her before hanging up just as he pulled out front of her apartment. He parked the car then raced around to the other side to open the door for her, “You look beautiful,” he complimented and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. He shut the door after making sure her clothes wouldn’t get caught in the door before getting in the driver’s side after putting her bag in the back.

The drive was long as the boat was docked in the Hamptons, but neither of them minded. Rafael had held her hand the whole time, both of them just listening to music that played on the radio. A comfortable silence with the occasional, “Oh look at the sunset,” from her. He would always reply with, “It really is beautiful,” but his eyes were only looking at her. The cotton candy sky made her skin glow, dancing across her tan cheeks, catching in the golden streaks in her brown eyes making it look like God himself had carefully weaved in only the finest of gold threads. “Dios mio,” he muttered, a smile on his face as he looked back at the road. His heart had been pounding in his chest, a sensation that one could only describe as having made him feel giddy.

When they had finally made it onto the boat, he had poured her a glass of wine, “You sit and relax, okay? Leave the cooking to me. Put your feet up, admire the view, relax.” He had stroked her cheek affectionately, sealed it with a kiss before he pulled back and tied an apron around his waist. His mami had made sure he knew how to cook because she wasn’t about to let him treat a woman as just a kitchen-maid. As he cooked, he would make sure she would get a taste of the dishes too, along with providing her a little charcuterie board to nibble on while she waited. He loved cooking for people, and he loved cooking for her even more, especially because she appreciated food just as much as he did. She would tell him if he needed to add a little more salt or a touch more acidity, and he would agree. He felt incredibly in tune with her, every suggestion they would say it almost at the same time resulting in the two of them laughing. Rafael would add, “Does that mean you owe me a soda when we get back?” To which she would reply, “I’ll get you the finest bottle of Jarritos, Rafi.”

He had served their dinner on the deck, pulled her seat out for her before he pushed her back in. He sat opposite her, clinked his wine glass with hers, “To a wonderful evening in a beautiful place with beautiful company.” He smiled and sipped his wine before returning the glass to the table. He struggled to take his eyes off her as they ate, the setting sun danced across the surface of the still water and kissed her skin was just such a glorious sight to him. If he knew how to take better photographs on his phone, he would, he would gladly have filled his phone storage with pictures of her in beautiful lighting, and even more candid moments. Now, that wasn’t to say he didn’t have any photos of her at all, but certainly not the amount he wanted. He didn’t want to take a photo of her and have it fail to capture how he sees her. He longed for the ability to paint her like art gods of old, to see the texture of her soft skin like Van Gogh and his swirls, to see the Holy beauty and power that radiates off her like the artwork that adorns so many churches. He saw it every time he looked at the stained glass in his church, while the sun made the images glow brilliantly, there was still a softness to the art- conveying such tenderness, the way Mother Mary cradled her son’s face just reminded him of how compassionate she is with victims.

While they did enjoy their meal, and she had loved the necklace he gifted her, there was a heaviness that weighed on the two of them. Neither had spoken much about the case, about whether it was wrong or right to want to end the life of a baby who would never know true freedom, never have the ability to play or exist without pain. He could see it in her eyes, the conflict, the pain, and she could see it in his. He had laid some blankets and pillows on the deck so they could lay there and watch the stars twinkle in the sky above, she cuddled in as close to him as she could without climbing into his ribs. He idly drew patterns on her side, “I don’t know if I can continue to do this case, mi amour,” he started, taking a steadying breath so his voice didn’t crack like he knew it would, like it always did when it involved a child, a baby. “I can’t prosecute someone who- who is going through so much pain, so much turmoil. It doesn’t seem fair. We- we are supposed to do real crimes, assaults, rapes, murders. Not this. Not parents fighting over whether to continue watching their little baby suffer or let it pass.”

She had looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed slightly before she returned her gaze to the sky, “It isn’t our decision to make, Rafi. The baby is not a pet, we can’t just put it to sleep when it is suffering. No matter how tough things may be, it is our job, our duty to persevere and ensure justice is served.” She took a breath, “If they had known when she was still pregnant, if the tests had been available, there would have been options they could have taken. But to do so now is- Tantamount to murder, no matter how-“ She shook her head, “It’s- It’s not our decision to make. It is a burden to the parents, an unfair one, one that hurts everyone but hurts them the most. All we can do is make sure they have the support they need no matter the outcome of the trial. I know that whatever you choose to do will be the right decision.”

Rafael looked at her with tears in his eyes, “Mi amour,” he whispered, “Will you still love me if I made the wrong one?” She cupped his cheek softly, her thumb had brushed lightly across the swell of it as she reassured him that she would. They had shared a soft kiss, while she wiped away the tears that fell onto his cheeks. They returned their gaze to the stars above, she told him which constellations were which, sometimes making them up just to see if he would catch on, but of course, when he is so in love, he never felt the need to correct or interject because why would he? Why would he when any sound that fell from her lips was like music to his hears? When any word or string of sentences felt as though Shakespeare himself was speaking to him, or Sylvia Plath or Dickenson. To be loved and to be so thoroughly in love was such a privilege to him. At church he would confess how much he loved her, how it felt almost sinful to be this in love, only to be told by the priest on the other side that a love as pure and deep as his was so far from sin that the angels in Heaven could even hear his words. That they too would play their harps and sing songs about this mortal love.

“I hope,” she said, “That this feeling, this- grief, this darkness does not become too much for you.” Truth be told, it hadn’t become too much for him, but for both of them. The grief that came with the decision he made sent shockwaves through them both that no amount of prayer and penance could fix.

That first night apart, the emptiness in the bed beside him was palpable, it felt as though there was an anchor weighing that side down just to accentuate the fact that he was alone and it was his own doing. He would rest his hand where she had laid and if he held his breath, he could almost trick himself into feeling her hand gently wrap around his and press a soft kiss to his knuckles. He could still hear her voice, in the evenings there was always a slight roughness to it that made him shiver, and she would talk about where they would go on holiday when they were forced to take leave. Italy, Paris, Cuba, Mexico, but it did not matter truly, as long as they had each other that is all that mattered. They would talk about how they hope that one day, there wouldn’t be such a hard battle for victims to be believed, and sometimes they would just talk about the stupid reality programs that were plaguing the tv. Everything she said or did was holy to him. And although it was blasphemous to say such a thing, he would gladly worship at the alter of her, saying prayers between her golden thighs as though she were a God herself.

He always thought he had left to protect her, to save her from further anguish, but perhaps he was too caught up in his own heartache to realize that she had also done it to protect him. She had always done that. Looked out for others when she should have been focusing on herself too. And maybe… Maybe things had just become too much even for her.

That’s what he thought until he saw the pictures of her, but he could tell things weren’t right. He knew that when she was truly happy, the captions to the photos would reflect that, whether it be a flood of emojis or a quote that resonated with her, but now it was nothing like that. Just simple, “Fun with friends,” and maybe she was having fun, but he knew that wasn’t true. Her true joy was unbridled, outshining the sun itself, making grey clouds go away on stormy days. Her love- No, Olivia’s love was something that was uncontained, addictive, pure, Holy. Even on the last night they had spent together, they had assured one another that they would do everything they can to support each other no matter what. It was laying there on the deck of the yacht that he realised now was their way of saying goodbye to one another despite the kiss he would press to her skin the next day.

Now here he was, curled up under the covers like a dejected dog that had been told no to a treat. The alcohol made his head hurt, and on an empty stomach, he knew that any sudden movement would surely make his head spin. While church did fill him with a sense of belonging and community that he had missed since moving, it still did not fill the void he now had within him. He still returned to a lifeless apartment, he couldn’t bring himself to adopt a rescue animal in fear he would make it depressed with his moping, or worse, it would get critically ill and he could not bear to make that decision again. Every time he returned home, he actually prayed for Olivia to be there waiting for him. To see her suitcase by his bedroom door, her shoes tucked in next to his by the front door, and her coat hanging up beside his. He couldn’t stop thinking about her even though every time it hurt him so deeply, filled him with a grief he can’t help but compare to when Holy Mary was grieving the loss of her beloved son.

Olivia. Olivia. Always Olivia. The brunette whose laugh revitalized him, whose eyes he would gladly drown in, whose tongue skillfully empowered everyone around her, or soothed the worries and fears one might have. Olivia, who even on her worst days, was still the most wonderful person to be around. Olivia whose lips felt so soft against his own. Olivia whom he loved.

He wipes his eyes, his cheek feeling cold due to the tears that had cooled on his sheets before startling when his doorbell goes off. He knew it wouldn’t be his mami because she always called him when she was coming over. He pulls himself out of bed, begrudgingly putting at least some pants and a shirt on before going to answer the door. He scratches his beard as he looks through the peephole, feeling what color he had on his cheeks fade instantly. He blinks a few times, his mind going blank as he forgets how to open a door. The bell rings again, the woman worrying her lip between her teeth before she starts to turn to leave. Rafael fumbles with the locks on his door before pulling it open, one word leaving his lips, “Olivia?” What was she doing here? He did send her a text months ago about his new address, but she had never replied. Why would she? Why would she come when that is how they had left things there on the streets of New York City? “Olivia- What- What are you doing here?”

The brunette turns to look at him, almost surprised he answered the door; she looks so tired, her eyes sunken in the way they used to when she was particularly troubled by a case, barely holding on to the life-raft she had crafted herself- a flicker of a smile spreads across her face, a ghost of how she used to be, “I- It’s the anniversary of when you passed the Bar exam,” she says softly, “I couldn’t miss it. I could never miss it.” But she had. She did. But he couldn’t blame her for that, it was a mutual break-up, they were both at fault for missing important events.

“Olivia…” Rafael wanted to push her away because how could they go through all that pain just for her to come back? Without saying anything? How could he let her in when he had hurt her just as much as she had him? His eyes dart to her neck, she was still wearing the necklace, but it was tarnished, like she had never taken it off, not even to shower or polish it. He rubs his bear again, the sharp bristles scratching against the soft skin of his palm as he debates what to do. But at the end of the day, it was Olivia, his Olivia, so, he steps to the side to let her in, closing and locking the door behind her, “I-“

“I know I missed a lot of things,” Olivia says after a while of thick silence, the space between the two of them felt endless but realistically they were only a foot apart. They both made a mistake, they both screwed up by walking away from one another when really they needed that support that the relationship provided. “I’m sorry I didn’t fight more- I’m sorry I didn’t fight more for you, for us. I thought it would have saved us both some grief. I thought- I thought we were both going to drown, and I didn’t want you to sink with me. I didn’t realize in doing that, I’d cast you away.” She looks down at the bag containing a gift for him, a Band-Aid to loosely stick over the wounds she had caused him, but once again, like she had so many times before, she saw something and thought of him. Oh God, God how she thought of Rafael, every moment of every day was filled with thoughts of him. Every time she went to church to pray, he was the first name to leave her lips as she asked for God to watch over those she loved.

When she lay awake at night she thought of him, when she turned on her side to stare at the wall, she would watch the way the lights from the city would glide through the sheer curtains and skate across the wall and remember how it looked as it kissed his skin, catching the silver hairs that adorned him. She couldn’t bare it any longer. “I got you this- I saw it and thought of you,” Olivia says quietly, handing Rafael the bag, “I know- I know it’s late, but- Happy Bar Anniversary.”

Rafael takes the bag, it felt remarkably heavy, weighed down by the time the two had spent apart, the aching in his chest that was left in her absence, the loneliness that had settled in his bones and often anchored him down to his bed for days on end. He goes over to the couch and sits down, Olivia sitting a distance away as he removes the crepe paper from the bag before taking out the small box at the bottom. Inside the box was a pair of cufflinks, the Scales of Justice in platinum, he had always wanted a pair like this but often felt like it was too arrogant for him to get. He carefully removes them from the box and examines them, he loved it, he knew he would because he always loved anything Olivia had given him, “They’re perfect,” Rafael says quietly, “Really nice, Olivia. Thank you.” He returns them to the box, not wanting to try them on right now. He closes the box then just stares at it, it felt weighty in his hands. The room was quiet, all he could hear was the steady breathing coming from himself and Olivia.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry for everything, Rafael. I thought- I thought if I agreed to the break-up, that things would be easier. That I would be happy. I- I tried dating, there were some nice men, but you know- You know how they get when they find out what I do,” she smiles a bit, “Always wanting to know too much about work, about cases, some even- They always got so mad when I ended things. So angry. Said of course a stuck-up bitch like me would do that and wrongly persecute men because that’s all we’re good for. They’d push drinks on me, get pissed I’d turn them down because heaven forbid I want to avoid becoming like my mother. And all I could think whenever I came home was what it would have been like if it had been you on those dates. Those dates gave me flashbacks- triggered my PTSD and made me wonder if the medication even helps because I always feel like clawing my skin off to try and get out of it. That maybe we should have gone to therapy together and talked about what happened, but I was so scared that it would just make things worse. I know that makes me a coward and a fool, but I couldn’t bare the thought of losing you for good. Now I know that isn’t fair for me to say, but it’s the truth, and you deserve the truth after so long of nothing.” Olivia takes a breath, blinking back tears, “All I’m reminded of is all that could have been. That I could have continued winning cases because of you. That I could have been with you. I could have been truly happy, but now- now all I know is grief and heartache, surrounded by sharks that love to see me panic and scared. This darkness that seems to want to suck me in, and the only light that comes through those cracks are when I think of you.”

“Olivia,” Rafael puts the gift to the side, tentatively reaching out to hold his hand in hers, and oh its embarrassing how his heart soars upon feeling her hand in his own once more, “When I think of you, I think of warmth and hope. Nothing about you is dark. You are the sun on the first day of spring, radiant and a beacon. Those men- I’m sorry they did that to you, and I’m sorry it gave you flashbacks. But the meds- Do you feel like they’re helping? You’re still here, you’re still you, so they must be doing something, right?”

“Oh Rafael, you’re so sweet,” Olivia whispers, gently squeezing his hand, and there- there it is, that spark, that little ball of hope coming back to life in the very depths of her soul, the little ball trying to bloom into a beautiful flower that was him. “You’ve always been so sweet to me. You say you’re not romantic, yet you are, you always know what to say to me.” Olivia bites her lip, and he could tell she had been doing it more often due to the scarring on them, “Sometimes- Sometimes I think I’m getting better, and everything feels manageable, but then- then it all comes crashing down around me. There I am in the corner of my room clutching my pistol to my chest as I will the person banging at the front door to go away. It just- Feels like a battle I’ll never win, and the pills, the therapy, are just covering a wound that will keep festering.”

Rafael rubs circles lightly on the back of her hand, running his thumb lightly over her knuckles, “You’re still here, Olivia- You’re still here, so you’re still winning your fight. I know it’s hard, believe me I do. I don’t know how many times I have been to church and prayed and confessed and done penance in hopes it eases the turmoil inside me, but it helps even if it is just for the night. You can get through this.” He smiles a bit, an idea forming in his mind, “I think I’ve got some ice-cream in my freezer, how about we make some banana splits like we used to? Come on-“ He gets up and heads through to the kitchen where he starts rummaging through his freezer for the Ben & Jerry’s ice-cream. He still brought a pint of her favourite flavor because he hoped that one day they would see each other again. He lost count of how many evenings the two of them had made banana splits, saying it was a healthy meal because of the banana even though it was drenched in chocolate syrup and caramel.

“Oh- I don’t-“ Olivia lets out a quiet, nervous giggle as she follows him to the kitchen so she could help. She tried doing this with a friend who stayed the night and they weren’t interested in it, saying it was too unhealthy for them instead of just enjoying it as a treat. “You’ll mush the banana if you keep that up, honey,” the term of endearment slips from her tongue before she could stop herself, but neither of them cared, it felt like things were like they used to be and that is what they both needed right now. She shows him how to cut the banana in the peel before handing him the other so he could do it himself, “We have done this so many times, and every time you would still squish the banana.”

Rafael didn’t have the heart to tell her that he did know how to do it, he just loved whenever she would do it because that meant she was closer to him, close enough for him to smell the faint perfume on her skin, the shampoo in her hair, and the laundry detergent on her clothes, “Silly me,” he chuckles softly, cutting the banana correctly this time. When he’s done, he places it in the bowl, a smile on his face, “Perfect.” And in that moment, the way the evening sun shone through the windows and flooded the space with a heavenly glow made her skin look like gold, and he remembered that was how he had always looked at her- like she was crafted from natures finest gold, and that the sun glimmered in the sky just for him. His Olivia always looks so beautiful, even on the days where she struggled to get up with her mused hair, and slight smile, she still made butterflies come to life in his stomach.

“What?” Olivia asks, doubt returning to her eyes, “What is it? Do I have something on my face?” She brings her hands up to cover herself, but Rafael stops her, gently holding her hands in his, “Seriously, Rafi, what is it? Please- I-“

“Olivia,” he says softly, “There’s nothing on your face. There’s nothing wrong. Just in this lighting- the sun makes your skin look like God himself carved you out of Earth’s finest gold, and it’s so beautiful. You are so beautiful. You always have been.” He brings a hand up to tenderly stroke her cheek, his thumb brushing against it lightly, “They never once said that, did they?”

Olivia dips her head, still leaning against his hand but avoiding eye-contact, she couldn’t, “No- Well- Not as nicely as you did. Just whenever they wanted something. I never believed them when they said it because of the look in their eyes, just this real sleezy look- Like those men we would put in prison.” She worries her lip between her teeth once more, it had been so long since she had felt beautiful and not like a piece of meat, and while she always had with Rafael, she still couldn’t help but doubt it this time because what if he didn’t mean it? What if he was just saying it to make her feel better?

“That was my favorite thing to do, doing that with you. It was always so satisfying seeing them get mad,” he chuckles softly. “Remember when we made one cry because he turned down the plea deal and got sentenced to life? That was great,” Rafael gently tilts her head up, looking into her water-color eyes. “You know, even though you’re likely doubting what I have said, I assure you that I would never lie to you about anything, Liv, never. You know my mami would know, and God would be the one to tell her, then I’d never hear the end of it. So, when I say you’re beautiful and that you always have been, just know that I mean every word of it.”

“I know- I know that deep down, I do, I promise I do, but it’s still hard when the only people who have said that to me lately were just saying it after staring at my breasts. It’s like how you struggle to think you’re a good lawyer- I still remember when you lost a case… You spent so long going through the evidence and your notes as though it would somehow change the decision the jury made, that you’d find some smoking gun and the bullets and be able to bring it to them and tell them they were wrong. I told you- I tried telling you that you are good at what you do, and that I know you did your best, you snapped at me with tears in your eyes because how could I think you were good when the jury had let him off his charge?” Olivia traces his features lightly with her finger, “You hid away in your office as you willed yourself to somehow be better, to will the outcome to change. You refused to eat anything, even when your mom came with tamales. You spent so long in there, and all I could do was ensure you drank, make sure the windows were open, so you’d get some fresh air, and ate at least one tamal.”

It took days before he came out of the hovel he had built, sure he went to the bathroom, but that was it. He didn’t speak a word. The night he came out, she had left the curtains open so he could see the city lights and watch the sunset kiss the sides of the buildings and flood the streets. She had come in with some horchata and fresh churros, and she saw him in all his glory. Olivia had put the food and drink down on the table by the windows before sitting down near him, her fingers idly drawing patterns on his arm, “Hey,” is all she had said with that silly little smile on her face. She knew he would be famished but knew he wouldn’t be interested in eating tamales, so churros and horchata was the safest option that he rarely turned down. Rafael had reached for one of the churros, his hand shaking slightly from the lack of food, and slowly made his way through them, dipping them in the rich chocolate sauce.

“How can you still look at me that way?” He had asked her, “With stars in your eyes, like I’m a good person. I don’t understand how you can do that.”

“Because you are. I will always look at you that way, nothing will change that. That court case won’t change that either,” Olivia replied, sipping her own drink she had brought. “I know you see yourself differently, just like how I don’t see myself the way you do, but please let me tell you what I think of when my eyes land on you, Rafi. I find myself thinking of statues that people carved as offerings to their gods, the stained glass murals that are in the churches we love, and even then, they still wouldn’t capture you. I see caramel skin that chefs couldn’t even make after years of practice, emerald eyes like beautiful lakes left untouched by man because you- Oh you are a rarity, a limited-edition print that stars could only dream of collecting, and you- you are all mine. Your hair is kissed by the stars with flecks of silver scattered throughout that so many look to in the skies above in hopes of finding some guidance. Then your smile, how it makes me feel like the only woman in the world, dazzling me like when we see the gorgeous paintings on the church ceiling. The fire you have in the court room is enough to keep me warm for days after. Never have I met a more passionate, handsome man than you. No matter the outcome, I know, and so do the victims, that you have done everything you can to win. A loss does not detract from that because all it does is show you did all you could.”

Rafael couldn’t breathe, staring at Olivia in shock and surprise that after all these years, she still remembered what she had said to him word for word, and how she managed to seem so serious despite the mess they were making while in the kitchen. Rafael, himself, had remembered that poem too, word for word, and tried reciting it to himself on the days where not even church could lift his spirits, but it never moved him the way it did when she said it. “You remembered,” he said after a while of silence, a small smile tugging at his lips, “You remembered it word for word. God, and does it still fill me with butterflies too.”

Olivia laughs lightly, her true laugh when she was happy, the one that came from deep within her stomach and bubbled out of her throat like the tune of a songbird, “Of course I did. I remember everything when it comes to you: How one of your favorite foods is your abuela’s tamales but you say your mom’s so you don’t get a clip round the ear, how you like peace lilies and begonias, how when you’re craving something you like really greasy tacos from the taco-truck under the bridge near the Bronx, although sometimes you just want a taco bowl from Chipotle and vow I don’t tell anyone you committed such a sin. I remember how you always wanted to adopt a rescue dog from the shelter, how you absolutely hate driving and would rather catch public transport.”

Rafael’s cheeks flush a deep red and his smile grows, “Oh Liv,” he whispers, feeling that little red thread pulling the two of them together once more, just like it had when they first met, although back then he didn’t believe in such a thing, “It’s always been you, hasn’t it?”

“And it has always been you, Rafi. Always.” Olivia cups his cheeks and leans in, their breath intermingling in the small gap between the two of them, she smelled off coffee and peppermint gum she always chewed when anxious.

“Liv,” he whispers, wanting nothing more than to feel her soft lips upon his own once again, “Are you sure?”

“I always am when it involves you,” she replies before kissing him softly, and in that moment, magic felt real again- the spark that travels from her lips to his then through his body, electrifying every single nerve ending in his body. It was cliché, but cliches are only that way because they are true. His hands return to her cheeks, tilting his head slightly so that their lips could fit together better, two puzzle-pieces after being separated for so long still fitting together as though they had just joined- perfection.

Olivia is the first to pull back, her cheeks rosy, "You still using the lip scrub and beard oil? It’s really like kissing a marshmallow and being tickled by candy-floss, your lips and beard are so soft.” She giggles and steals another kiss before putting a dab of chocolate syrup on his nose, her eyes twinkling once more, “Now we match.”

“I do, you know me, Liv, skin-care and beard-care are important.” Rafael chuckles and bites his lip, gently pulling the brunette closer, “Now we match. I think- I think you just gave me a reason to look forward to things again, Liv. Tell me, please, will you stay?”

“I don’t- I didn’t bring any clothes- I only have my bag,” she admits, looking at his hands holding hers, “I don’t want to leave NYC, Rafi-“

“That’s okay, Liv. I just- For tonight at least. You can wear one of my shirts tomorrow, and I-“ His cheeks color, “Have a few of your things you left in my old apartment. Then- If you want, we can- I can come visit you, we can take turns until we feel ready to move in again. We’ll be okay, Liv. You and I- Will make it work, we always will.”

Olivia looks at him, “We will be, won’t we? I- Would like that, a lot, Rafi. Thank you.” She leans in and presses a soft kiss to his cheek.

“We’ll figure it out tomorrow, okay? Tomorrow I’ll show you around the place, I know it like the back of my hand, oh and the church- Dios mio, it’s beautiful. Oh Liv, I have so much to tell you.”

“And now, Rafi, we have all the time in the world. I’m not going to walk away from us again. Not this time. Not again. I promise.”

“I promise you too, Liv.”

#Barson #Olivia Benson x Rafael Barba #Rafael Barba x Olivia Benson #Olivia Benson #Rafael Barba #Law and Order svu

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[ Sally Face Char. Analysis/Headcanons. ]

(Sal, Ash, Larry, Todd/Neil)

ALPHAS BACK W HER SHITTY AU, what i think it would be like if the cult wasn’t involved in their universe (yet) and they got past hs, main cast is estimated to be 18-19/freshman in college since thats how old I was when I first started writing this, i’m a procrastinator leave me alone :( , (some of the HCs will include the main protagonist but i tried to separate them for people who don’t care lmao), Dw tho most of these are just ab the main characters, we're borderlining between canon/non here, erm- can you tell i was watching south park while writing this?, also if u know me irl don’t think ab how hard I'm projecting onto these characters, take a shot everytime i say ‘really’ or ‘just’, you’ll end up on the floor, additional oc's don't have anything rn bc I'm still figuring out the tl so i’m gonna separate them from ppl who don’t wanna read.

( disclaimer: since he's the main story love interest, Sal will eventually have NSFW hcs at the very bottom of his list once i stop feeling embarrassed about it/ will be linked away for ppl who actually wanna check it out/)

My Sally Face playlist if u wanna listen while reading. DONT come at me if you don’t think it’s accurate, I just use it while writing for SF 🐺

My Sally Face Masterlist (WIP)

(additional oc’s sold separately at the bottom)

(Old fanart I made for my fic last year. Can you tell my brain has been infected?)

❅ Sal Fisher.

▪ He’s obsessed with the flavor of mint(?) only buys mint flavored toothpaste, gum, and well- mints. It's not even for his breath (necessarily) he just eats them like candy.

▫ Often had panic/anxiety attacks when he was a kid, it’s a lot better now that he’s gotten older but it used to be very bad before he moved to Nockfell.

(Has never taken Gizmo to professional training, but the felines learned to work/manage around Sals anxiety during an attack and can tell when other people are beginning to get anxious.)

(Bought himself a small cat plushie that looks like Gizmo to hang off his backpack.)

▪ The pink bit of his prosthetic is a piece from his previous mask (the last one was broken from an incident before in Jersey). When Sal and his mom were hospitalized after the attack, Sal chose the color for his mask since he knew pink was his moms favorite and wanted to surprise her when she woke up.

(He never got to show her because she died of organ failure during the recovery period. So now, Sal just keeps his prosthetic mismatched like that to carry around a piece of his mom everywhere.)

▫ Sal can’t really remember the color of his moms eyes, in his memories she’s just a hazy mob of blonde hair and soft smiles, but his dad used to say he had his moms eyes when he was younger.

▪ The best at words of affirmation. He appreciates physical affection (very very very much), but just isn’t used to it. Likes to reassure and praise the people he loves (doesn’t need to be in a romantic sense, he just cares a lot about the people who choose to be in his life, yk?).

▫ Smells like leather, cigarettes, and mints. He doesn’t wear strong cologne since his nose is sort of sensitive around them.

▪ Adapted this habit of staying ungodly still while he sleeps, continues doing it when he first wakes up in the morning too. He literally looks like a corpse and no one can ever tell if he’s actually sleeping or just laying there.

▫ Has a fascination with magic tricks. (sorry guys it the undiagnosed ‘tism) specifically with coins and cards. He carries around a pack of playing cards with him at all times to fidget with (wears baggy jeans/cargo pants with lots of pockets that are always full of things(?)).

(can’t be sneaky AT ALL ‘cause if you hear keys and shit jangling from down the hall, you just know it’s his ass.)

▪ Owns a knife collection and likes to do little tricks with them too. He’s also pretty good at knife throwing but at the expense of hidden holes left around his room due to bad aiming that he covers up with band posters (One time he and Larry played a game of tossing knives at apples stacked on top of each other’s heads and got caught by Lisa. Safe to say that was quickly put to a stop.)

▫ Hard of hearing in his right ear, his auditory nerves are slowly getting worse overtime so he wears a hearing aid. Sometimes if he’s feeling sassy when fighting with Larry, he’ll just take it out and be like “can't hear you,” shrugs and ignores him for like ten minutes (pisses Larry off because he knows Sal can literally hear him just fine from the other ear but he likes being dramatic to prove a point).

▪ Self-proclaimed professional ghost hunter. He has trouble sleeping at night so sometimes he’ll just go to random places and walk around for hours. He finds abandoned buildings or areas that just give off an unsettling vibe and then text the gc his location being like ‘we should ghost hunt here’/‘lots of ghostly aura’.

(for some reason everyone just goes with it more often than not, if they’re available at the time. There’s a duffle bag in the back of Sals truck filled with ‘hunting gear’ the groups accumulated over the years, most of which were just mini-projects Todd made).

▪ Actually has a pretty broad music taste. Only really dabbled in metal before meeting Larry. (listens to Weezer, Larry shits on him for it but he could care less.)

(Deftones changed his life.)

▫ Sleepwear is strictly flannel pants and whatever top is appropriate for the season. (granted, only 1/3rd of his pants are actually his, the rest are stolen from his dad or Larry /pretty sure there's at least one pair of Todds/)

▪ Goes thrifting with Larry high (hits the bong in the car before going in /not based on personal experience lol/).

▫ Owns two pairs of shoes; beat-up old red converse from highschool and some thick black boots (decorated w chains n junk).

▪ Gizmo has a habit he’s adopted from when he was a kitten of hanging off Sals shoulders like a scarf. When Sal was younger (and smaller) he’d do it to choke the boy but now that he’s a bit bigger, Sal just walks around the apartment carrying him casually.

▫ Skateboards but only at night; he’s a fast learner but he’s also a little clumsy so he falls quite a bit. (to get away from all the stares he and Larry /sometimes the gang/ will just go when it’s deserted. Larry takes the opportunity to smoke and draw large murals/ graffiti art on the courses.)

▪ A relatively safe diver. He’ll need a little help with the blindspots if it’s dark out but overall compared to Larry or Ash, he’s a saint.

▫ He does do drugs sometimes (lmao sorry y’all). It's not as bad as it used to be (and trust me, it was bad) but he’s tried a lot of different substances before. It mostly stemmed from being prescribed a shit load of pain meds when he was a kid after his facial surgery.

(He knows it's terrible for him and that he needs to quit but he aches for temporary quick-fixes to distract himself /he’s self aware and it keeps him up at night).

▪ It didn’t really become a habit until highschool and he did a pretty good job at hiding it from his friends until Larry found him unceremoniously passed out in the bathroom one morning.

▫ Yeah. After that he kind of had to cold turkey it and force himself to detach from hard substances. It's been a while since he’s relapsed and he strictly only partakes in one joint a week with Larry but he’s learned to like the mello feeling of inhaling second hand smoke.

(Kind of why he was originally hesitant about getting on prescription medication for his depression/ that and he hates the hazy numbness that lingers afterwards.)

▪ Refuses to touch alcohol though, mostly because he grew up watching his dad turn to a bottle rather than deal with his own feelings so I don’t think he’ll ever really consider it (kinda also the reason why he’s so grateful to Lisa because Henry improved a lot after moving away from Jersey and getting a new job).

(he isn't sober but he really is trying to be better)

▫ Sweet tooth like crazy but has a knack for sour candies, but like-obscenely sour. (Freak.)

▪ Anemic, this man is literally transparent (sorry). You can see the veins running up and down his wrists tho :) (‘n some of them pop out a little bit/ even more so when he plays guitar).

▫ Cold hands. Skinny-ish fingers, but they’re long and his finger knuckles are a bit bulky. (The skin is surprisingly soft despite the scabbed scars on his knuckles.) (like i said; self improvement at a linear rate or whatever.)

▪ Kind of becomes a workout junkie with Larry towards the end of highschool when he first tried getting off substances. (He can’t really overwork himself because of his asthma at times but he’s learned to enjoy it) They used to go to the public gym but now have a set up in Larry’s room.

▫ Loves beach/lake days with the group, hates swimming/or getting his hair wet. Sure, the idea is fun but the water’s always cold, and his clothes always feel heavy and sticky- no. (the most you’ll get out of him is dipping his feet ‘n legs into the water and that’s it)

▪ Still wears old band-tees from middle/highschool but since he’s a bit bulkier now they fit a lot better.

▫ Has a 200+ photo album of nonsensical twitter posts/memes he giggles at (will send in his new favorites into the group chat monthly)

▪ Slight jersey accent lowkey, was way more prominent when he first arrived at Nockfell. It's drowned out more now, but whenever he’s angry/annoyed, it’ll slip through a few syllables.

▫ Learning how to speak spanish. Lisa and Larry teach him a little bit day by day (even though Larry definitely had a period of time where he was tricking Sal into saying unhinged shit without knowing).

(Sal found out and shot Larry in the face with a water gun shortly after/ now he no longer trusts Larry anytime his brother asks him to repeat certain phrases he doesn’t understand yet.)

▪ (sassy man apocalypse tbh)

▫ Has the kind of ‘tism where he’s obsessed with music. Writes and composes his own songs written in a (diary) journal hidden inside his pillow, but there’s no way he’d actively show anyone else.

(Sometimes when everyone is hanging out together, he’ll play them some chords but refuses to tell them where he heard it from, likes pretending the secret music he makes is some other underground artist he’s gatekeeping lmao.)

▪ Has created multiple playlists dedicated to his friends, gets really into it and then spends hours curating them.

▫ Piercing count : snake bite, 5-10 mm gauges in his ears (i'm not too familiar with the sizing for them but like a pinkie size), two helix and a tragus on his right ear, one helix on his left (he had another but that one healed wrong so he let the hole close up) and two lobe studs above the gages.

(not a piercing but his tongue is forked lol. He’s into body modifications lowkey but only because he’s like there’s nothing worse than getting shot in the face. Lmao sorry.)

( not that educated regarding piercings but i tried)

▪ (exclusively) wears silver jewelry. His favorite is a ring that was apparently from his deceased grandfather on his mothers side; it’s a thick band with a shiny black diamond encased in the middle (it only fits on his thumb tho).

(wears specifically chunky vintage rings)

▫ He only has sparse patches of eyebrow hair on the side where his scarring is so he cut a slit into his brow on the other side to ‘match’ (Larry did the same thing on his right eyebrow to copy Sal in HS before he got his piercings).

▪ Does wears makeup (it’s only really eyeliner/and sometimes a dark eyeshadow but nothing for his face, his skin is too sensitive and it causes breakouts underneath his mask if worn for prolonged periods/ he has to be careful around his scarred eye too, nothing too close to the waterline or else it might get irritated). Has tried gothic makeup before, in the comfort of his own room.

(One night, Larry woke up to some sounds coming from down the hall and in his half-sleepy ridden state, he nearly shit himself because he thought he saw a ghost. In actuality, it was just Sal coming out of the dark bathroom, face ghostly white with black markings sharpening his features, and the surrounding darkness did NOT help (Larry’s vision is shit. He literally thought he saw a demon again). Sal- (who was sleep deprived, running off three Red Bulls and a pack of cigarettes) only blinked in confusion when he heard Larry's door slam shut because he thought his brother was sleeping already but didn’t think much of it before sluggishly making his way back to his room.)

(nightcrawler Sal who refuses to turn on the hallway light at night when he goes to the bathroom because it’s “a bother”. He thinks everyone’s being concerned for him when they ask him to turn the lights on, when in reality he’s just accidentally scaring the shit out of his family atp.)

▫ Wears black nail polish most of the time but he doesn’t mind other colors, his favorites to use are purple or red.

▪ Has a very intricate spine tattoo that vaguely resembles a thin abstract centipede Larry designed for him (starts from the very edge of his back hairline, reaches down to his upper tailbone).

▫ Owns a display box full of different eye prosthetics. He's played around with a bunch of different colors and fun pupil shapes before but usually just sticks to colors similar to his own eye.

❅ Ash(ley) Campbell.

(kinda sad bc I feel like I don't have enough hcs for Ash :( I looked up as much as I could but there's not a lot of fics/hcs for her. )

▪ Has a younger brother (Benjamin) there's quite an age difference between them (19 and 4 years old). She adores him though, dresses him up every halloween/holiday and has a photo collection of his costumes throughout the years.

▫ Her motorcycle is an old bike gifted to her by her dad when she turned seventeen. That same summer, she learned how to work on it, fixing it up and cleaning out the gears with her dad.

(Ash being one of the only other people in the group that has a normal relationship w/ her parents lmao)

▪ Chronic nail biter so they’re always short. Uses black polish religiously, doesn’t like extensions because they never last long and get in the way (the last time she got them, she ended up chewing through the acrylic/ tastes like actual shit and she swore never again).

▫ She has a spam/private account on every social media page, mostly just live tweets while hanging out with the guys to complain about them (I say them like it’s not mostly Larry doing stupid, loud shit in the butt-fuck middle of nowhere during a ghosthunt).

▪ Post low-grade quality pictures of Larry so people will stop simping for him (it doesn’t even work, they always want more of him).

▫ Loves watching long commentary videos about Reddit forms, her favorites are the shitty two horror story sentences and AITAO.

▪ Has a pet garter snake! His name is Riddler (don't ask, you don't wanna know) but she calls him Ridley. She has a personal preference for reptiles and has owned a few different ones before.

▫ Used to be a theater kid all throughout middle/up till early high school (still listens to Hamilton like it’s her dirty little secret).

▪ Smells like jasmine and kinda earthy(?). Likes the smell of jasmine perfume because it's her moms favorite scent.

▫ My favorite man hating lesbian fr, always putting Larry in his place.

(that being said, they both bring out the competitive side from each other, drinking games are the worst because at that point they’re just trying to see who can withstand blacking out first)

▪ Ash usually only takes photographs but has been dabbling with video recording as of late since she does them for the groups ghost hunting adventures (it’s mostly just to keep track of things and watch for ‘anomalies’).

(The closest thing you’ll get to a group vlog is funny clips she posts from editing the ghost hunting footage.)

▫ She’s kind of a lense/camera freak (like markiplier iykyk), Ash has owned a lot of different cameras over the years and has gotten to know what specific things she might like about them. So now, she’s kind of picky about her cameras- she just wants the perfect pictures fr.

▪ Her walls are lined with polaroids. She likes taking nature shots whenever the gang goes out to explore any woodsy area but most of her favorite pictures are ones of her friends or family. She got her first baby camera when she was like twelve and hasn’t stopped since then so she’s taken A LOT of pictures. There are some in boxes, hidden away in her family's attic, but most of them are inside picture books she’s collected and curated over the years.

▫ Loves the concept of being a plant mom but will literally kill anything green within a 10ft radius.

▪ Not strictly monogamous, she’s pretty open about sexuality and intimacy. (not in a bragging way, but bc she doesn’t think sex is something that you should be afraid of(?) (in moderation ofc).

▫ Has freckles! She mostly only has them on her face but they come out more in the summertime. If it gets hot outside and she wears a top showing skin, you’ll see the speckles of them on her back and chest.

▪ Also not that easy to win over romantically. She’s just having fun for now but she’s not against a relationship (has yet to find someone she’s serious about, but when she does meet someone she's into, she will be upfront about it pretty quickly).

▫ THE girl's girl- she loves women. not even because of her sexuality she just appreciates women sm, and would give the world to make a girls day (even if they’re strangers).

▪ Mapple is her childhood best friend, they met in middle school at theater (maple was more of a tech crew girl tho).

▫ She's not into self-deprecating humor. Especially if you're her friend, she doesn’t like it when people put themselves down, even if it’s meant as a joke she won’t find it funny.

▪ Still has yet to cry in front of any of the boys. She advocates for communication and talking about your emotions but still tries to look strong in front of others. (it's the eldest sister in her)

▫ Her bedroom walls have been the same eye-itching vibrant purple color since she was a little kid. She hates it(?) but kind of loves it(??) so it’s staying for now. Most of her walls are covered in pictures and posters anyway, so it’s easy to ignore.

▪ Confrontational, will address an issue with you if she thinks there is one (it's only bc she cares about her friends, yk? She wants there to be no miscommunication because she thinks it could be easily avoidable).

▫ Piercing count : Has a smiley, a stud on her left nostril, and an industrial on her right ear.

▪ Likes metal but prefers softer-more alternative/indie-rock vibes.

(her playlists are best for late night drives home)

▫ Laser tag god. Her and Larry are pretty on par with each-other skill wise, she’s good strategically and is stealthy/ Larry shoots like a madman but he's fast, puts his whole pussy into full body dodging an attack (there's definitely been times where they decided to team up and take out everyone else to share the prize. 50/50 chance at the end where one might betray the other just to gain an upper hand).

▪ Comfort accessory is her biker gloves; plain-black leather and fingerless. It’s practical for her bike and she thinks they make her outfits cuter (she’s right).

▫ Leftie, learned how to use her other hand but her handwriting isn’t as consistent with her right one. (Larry calls her the double handed devil.)

▪ Has perfected her everyday makeup look, has been doing it since highschool (she used to wear falsies but is now a mascara girlie, chalk it up to laziness tbh)

(Black eyeliner 4ever tho. You could never make her get rid of it.)

▫ Ultimate sleeper build. She’s tall, the third tallest out of the main group and she’s lean too. If she doesn’t wear hoodies or sweaters that hide her figure, it wouldn’t be hard to notice the slight muscles that protruded out with her every move.

(She doesn’t work out as often as Larry or Sal but she still looks so good omg.)

▪ Erm. Also in my AU, Ash is kinda masc(?) she just likes wearing boy clothes because they’re more comfortable and she hates wearing a bra.

(She still sluts it out every once in a while tho, don’t get me wrong.)

▫ Has cut and colored her own hair since early middle school. In her sophomore year, she chopped all her hair off into a really short pixie cut because it honestly felt like deadweight. She’s been wearing her hair short ever since, now she doesn't really let it grow past her chin.

▪ She’s actually gained a few followers online (like A LOT) since she’s so active and is relatively popular. She doesn’t talk to everybody but she’s nice to her classmates and other acquaintances, so people love her.

(Her feed is entertaining to viewers since she’s always out doing something, either by herself or with the gang. Most of the time, she just posts pictures she takes of her friends or parties they go to.)

▫ Started sending in overly dramatic, heavily fonted texts into the group chat after seeing it online. Todd hates it so sometimes the others will copy her and button spam in glittery fonts and emojis until Todd turns his phone onto DND.

▪ Look- Ashley’s known her friends for forever, practically most of her life by now. And she loves them, she really does, but god was she happy to finally befriend another girl other than Maple.

❅ Larry Johnson.

▪ Larry is unlabeled, he doesn’t have any specific preferences. He gets crushes easily but they never really evolve more than that. He’s never been in a committed relationship yet, the longest relationship he had was with Ash in freshman year (they dated for like a week before they realized there was no romantic chemistry).

(they laugh about it now)

▫ Likes to skateboard (has a collection of old boards hung on his wall) and he’s pretty good at it. He broke his nose when he was sixteen attempting a kickflip (drunk) off a stair railing. It healed back a little crooked ever since. (also chipped his right front tooth in the process)

▪ He has a shelf above his bed lined with a miscellaneous bong collection. He's gathered a few over the past year, either gifted to him or bought by friends.

▫ Obsessed with incense so his room always smells like them to cover up the persisting weed scent (an ex-situationship introduced them to him and he just picked up the hobby).

▪ Currently working two jobs, a pizza place and a part-timer at a tattoo shop. He's planning on quitting soon to be a full time Tattoo artist.

(he’s already given most of the gang piercings/or tattoos)

▫ Tats and pierces himself, he can manage fine with getting tats but cringes at any type of piercing needles. (also HATES getting shots) it’s kind of funny considering how many piercings he has but each time he gets a new one, he still acts like a baby about it.

▪ Larry had a stillborn little sister, devastated by her loss; his parents never told him if they had a name planned so he came up with one on his own. Isabella. (sometimes he’ll look at the stars and talk to her, calls her Isa)

(Larry never knew of his dads.. Otherworldly origins but he does feel a pull towards the stars and sky. He finds it funny how they bring him comfort and he doesn’t even know why.)

▫ Strictly only buys watermelon flavored gum.

▪ Got called out by teachers a lot when he was still in school. He’s not a terrible student, and it’s not like he’s trying to be rude; he just believes that people should earn his respect. And it's not hard too, as long as you’re not a dick, Larry’s pretty chill but he’s too laid back and blunt for old people to tolerate (granted, the everlasting weed stench that sticks to his clothes everywhere he goes doesn’t help much either).

(not inclined to listen to positions of authority, other than his mother) (‘respects where respect is due’ or whatever that one guy said)

▫ Type of bro to keep one arm around your shoulder after a hug. He’s already as tall as an oak tree, but since he’s started working out his arms are HUGE. (basically, he gives the best hugs)

▪ Barely cares about his personal hygiene (sorry y’all but trust, he was WAY stinkier in hs) but has an in-depth, weekly hair care routine where Lisa will oil his scalp while he complains to her about whatever drama is going on at work or school.

▫ Lisa waxes his eyebrows too, or threads them (depending on her mood) (which btw he has those perfect 2016 eyebrows istg).

▪ Smells like weed, and faintly of campfire smoke and maple. He has a specific cologne that he’s always doused head-to-toe in (Sally doesn't let him spray it inside the car or else he’ll start sneezing like crazy so Larry has to wait until the drive is over to spray himself down).

▫ Hot tempered. He can easily get irritated by others if they say the wrong thing the wrong way (can control it better if he’s around his friends). But on the off chance someone is messing with say Sal or the girls? Larry’s stepping in like an overprotective mama bear, doesn’t matter how big the other guy is, he’ll still take him on.

(He’s the eldest of the group, and even though he’s usually the one causing trouble or being silly, he still feels responsible for everyone if anything happens (and Larry draws the line when it comes to harassment towards his friends))

▪ After finding bands he likes (if they’re popular enough) he’ll watch movie documentaries/or video essays about the group.

▫ Does, in fact, own a friendship bracelet making kit for when he and his friends are stoned (wears whatever bracelets his friends make for him on his left wrist/ shows them off at work to his coworkers like a proud dad).

▪ Owns a lion stuffie from when he was a child, it’s dirty and tattered (basically looks like a questionable dishrag) but he refuses to let it go.

“His name is King Bart and he will be buried with me when I die.”/ “Dude, what the fuck?-”

▫ Sometimes puts his hair into a braid while he’s painting, other times he’ll just use a claw clip he stole from Ash (pre-lesbian chop).

(doesn’t like it if strangers touch his hair but will let the girls play with it; braid, brush, doesn’t care as long as he can keep himself busy.)

▪ Bad vision, istg he’s always squinting at everything. He isn’t even high; he just can’t see and refuses to wear his real glasses (even though they’re literally sitting on his nightstand).

▫ Has SO many moles and body freckles. His skin is really sensitive to scented products and he has mild eczema. (it’s mostly on his shoulders/upper arms and chest)

(since Yuné has eczema too she’ll help/remind him to apply his ointments)

▪ THE cockiest mf during a game, doesn’t matter if it’s something small or even if he’s absolute dog shit at it. (WILL shit talk you throughout the entire game to piss you off/catch you off guard. but if he ends up losing, he’ll act like he let you win/ ignore the fact he came in last place)

▫ Has a ‘secret’ pet rabbit named Bombon. He still hasn’t told Lisa about her (she literally knows). He originally bought it because he felt bad for blowing up Mrs. Gibson's rabbit but he was too nervous to actually give it to her.

▪ Second to Todd, he’s also a hardcore gamer, he likes horror games/or anything with co-op. The whole gang will get on occasionally but it’s mostly him and todd. (he was an among us fanatic when it first came out/but not in the meme way, it was his special interest for like five months and he forced the others to play with him)

(type of mf that would keep count of how long someone spent at a task station and then accuse them of being the imposter. AND HE WAS RIGHT TOO.)

▫ Into video games but not that big of a fan of general social media. He just doesn’t really think about it since he’s always so busy, doesn’t feel the need to post things unless it's his art or if he and the gang went somewhere together (but will also be the first person to like your post/tweet).

(def has notifications turned on for all his friends)

▪ Always found a way to get a job ever since he could have one. He’s skilled in random things because of the different amount of odd-jobs he’s had over the years.

▫ He also has a motorcycle that was gifted to him from Lisa, originally owned by his dad, so it was pretty old but Lisa wanted to wait until he was a bit older to ride it. (Mostly out of concern for his safety lmao) Ash had to help show him how to clean and get it working.

▪ He usually just drives his shitty Honda accord bc it’s more convenient going to and from his jobs in a real car. But sometimes he and Ash will ride their bikes together.

▫ He’s the type of mf to wear a tee-shirt while it’s literally snowing outside and would still make fun of you?? For being cold???

▪ People might think he's a bit of a troublemaker but he really does care about what his mom thinks of him. It would kill him if he ever disappointed her, they became a lot closer after his dad’s disappearance and he doesn’t want to see Lisa in a state like that ever again.

▫ Chronic head-patter. He towers over everyone in the group (even tho he and Todd are pretty close in size, it doesn’t stop him) so he’s always giving someone a head pat, or keeping an arm around them. He’s just rlly touchy but and doesn’t even realize it, his body just moves that way naturally.

▪ Needs at least two hair ties if he wants to wear his hair up, which is why he prefers claw clips.

▫ He’s helping Sal learn spanish but if anyone asks him to translate a meme that he thinks is actually funny, he won’t tell them what it means (and then he’ll save the picture for later while just giggling to himself).

▪ Piercing count : Has a septum, bridge piercing, two on his left brow, two helix in his right ear and then stitched out gages (his tongue is pierced too)

❅ Todd Morrision/ Neil Douglas.

( I put Todd and Neil together bc I don't think I have enough for either of them, also I see them as an unbreakable pair, cannot make a head canon for one without adding the other. #soulmates)

▪ Todd is a horror fanatic, specifically for sci-fi heavy plots, anything with a lot of technical charm and visual effects. Neil will sit through them for Todd (he enjoys them, yeah) but he prefers shitty rom-coms, though. When they have movie date nights, the two of them will just binge watch Aliens and Neil lets Todd quote basically all the lines (even if they both have the movies memorized at this point).

▫ Neil smells like neroli and freshly brewed coffee/ Todd smells like vanilla and baby powder.

▪ Neil is a coffee enthusiast, but not in the performative tiktok way where he makes a show out of drip brewing, his daily coffee to water ratio intake is insane.

(he also eats those little caramel flavored candies all the time, and keeps at least two in his wallet.)

▫ Todd will drink coffee but only black (like a FREAK), he usually prefers energy drinks but they lowkey taste like battery acid. (Yuné made the mistake of taking an offered sip from his can during lunch and almost hacked all over the table).

▪ Toward their final years of college, Todd and Neil move into an apartment together and invite the gang out to go home decor shopping with them. (candle shopping w them>>)

▫ Todd experiences hand tremors and is epileptic.

▪ Todd is also a part of the eczema gang lmao. Usually appears on the back of his hands or forearms, it's mostly because he likes to experiment around with his inventions and shit gloveless (Todd says fuck OSHA).

(not really, he just honestly forgets and hates the feeling of his hands being suffocated).

▫ Todd is the one in the relationship who has to get the spiders ‘n bugs because Neil will shit his pants if he sees one (one time Neil saw a spider in the corner of Todd’s tub during a shower and he shrieked so loudly Sal even walkie-talkied them to make sure the apartment wasn’t being haunted again).

▪ Bonus: Todd doesn’t even care at all about the bugs. If it’s in his own house, he’s honestly fine with them existing there as long as it’s not an invasive or poisonous species. But he’ll take them outside for Neil, just to get him to calm down (doesn’t quite work bc Todd grabs them with his bare hands and that freaks Neil out even more).

▫ Neil goes to a different school than the gang on the outskirts of Nockfell because that's the closest beauty school (it's about an hour drive from the Addison apartments but he still comes down to see Todd every weekend).

▪ Neil is a cosmetologist, specifically a hairdresser. Todd is currently a psychology/engineering major.

▫ When he’s not coding or making an experimental engineering project, Todd likes to play video games. He’s literally goated man idk. It takes Todd less than a day to become really good at a game.

(Irritates Larry because he’ll literally be the one to introduce Todd to a specific game, only to find out a week later the redhead is significantly better than he is).

▪ While Todd's considered the more quiet one in the group, when he’s with Neil, he never stops talking. Whether it’s about school, or games, or his latest fixated movie series- Neil is a great listener, so it’s really easy for Todd to feel comfortable around him (not that he isn't comfortable around his friends but with Neil it’s different).

▫ Todd doesn’t like needles either but Larry convinced him to get one tattoo so the latter could get his “practice” in ( so TODD HAS A SMILEY FACE ON HIS BUTT IDC).

▪ Neil’s chill with needles, he actually really likes getting tattooed by Larry a lot. Surprisingly enough, Larry’s pretty serious about his passion for tattooing and he makes the experience enjoyable ( included with small talk and snacks).

▫ Neil makes fun of Todd every summer because the redhead is just as transparent as Sal is so he cooks under the sun. Give it like ten minutes before Todd's all red and sweaty- god forbid he shows his arms to the sunlight without some form of protection, he’d literally burn alive.

▪ Neil is the type of boyfriend who’s really sweet and affectionate, likes to do things romantically by the textbooks/ but the way Todd shows affection is by calling him dude bro and doxing anyone that messes with Neil (jk kind of).

▫ Okay, Todd doesn't dox people… but if say Larry was getting pissy over voicechat with some random dick during a game.. All he has to do is send Todd the message and the poor guy will suddenly find his home address leaked in the chat.

❅ General Group Hc's.

(super random but since i was in school i thought about this)

▪Larry has super coarse/thick hair. It’s not tightly curled, but the natural beach waves go CRAZY. (you’d think this man goes to sleep in a roller set omfg) His mom has naturally curly hair but her curls have fallen out over time from heat damage. (Lisa just usually wears her hair up anyways but she has thought about bringing the curls back)

▫ Sal’s hair is pretty fine and straight. (it’s SUPER soft tho). He cuts his own hair with his dads old straight razors. He never brushes it so it keeps its poof shape(?) (if you dump water on his hair he’ll look like a wet cat)

(he’s naturally blond) re-colors his hair every two-three weeks. (also i can’t remember if this is canon or not/ but i hc that since he and his dad aren’t super close, henry decided to color his hair to match w sal/he’s kinda awkward but he’s trying to make an effort)

▪ Ash has medium-coarse hair, it’s pretty straight. (before her big chop) her hair was really heat resistant so it never stayed even if it was curled. In highschool she used to have random strands of colors throughout her head which faded out. (by the time of senior year she cut it all off into a short-short pixie and has been growing it ever since/w some regular trims)

▫ Also side note but Todd has really curly hair but was never taught how to maintain them until he met Neil. Since then Todd and Neil help each other with their hair, Todd’s trying to learn how to do natural/protective styles for Neil (he’s gotten really good at semi- freeform locs bc it’s Neil’s favorite way to have his hair). And Neil will help him detangle and moisturize his hair after a shower while they talk or relax.

(Larry never really felt the need to cut his hair but WAS convinced into getting an under layer buzz cut in sophomore year that he’s currently growing out (around that time he did wear his hair up a lot))

▫ (when she had longer hair) Ash and Larry created a routine of pulling on each other's hair. At first it was an accident, Ash just wanted to get his attention for something and tugged on his hair (it wasn’t even hard) but after that Larry did it back to her in retaliation (MUCH HARDER THAN SHE DID) (he’s so brother core omfg, like a literal menace to society). And then the game just kept going on from there.

(okay, now let's pretend I didn't just spend the last five minutes talking about literal hair. I'm insane, ik.)

▪ Larry likes black licorice, Yuné likes the red kind; Sal and Ash just hate licorice in general and definitely poke fun at the other two for subjecting themselves to it. (i don’t really see Todd being a BIG sweets person but i do think he like sour candies)

▫ Larry and Sal have a tradition where they hangout once a week up in the treehouse alone. They just smoke and listen to music, talking about their shitty days or letting the silence comfort them when things get too much.

▪ Ash forced Yuné into watching Gossip Girl for like three days straight, started off as a ‘go piss girl’ joke Yuné didn’t understand and suddenly they’re three seasons in (i’ve never watched an episode of GG).

(The group has monthly sleepovers, the designated place will rotate between each person’s home but if they’re sleeping at Ashley’s, her and Yuné will force the boys to watch Rupaul's Drag Race w/ them. Larry and surprisingly Todd(?) really like Bad Girls Club/ messy bitches that live for drama tbh.)

▫ Since both Todd and Larry are horror movie connoisseurs (self-proclaimed), the latter likes to propose absurd questions to the group like ‘which movie villain would beat who’ or ‘would you smash freddy Krueger for one night if it meant your insides could withstand his claws’... shit like that.

(And Larry takes his horror movie debates VERY seriously, even if you find better contextual evidence against him, he’s still standing his ground)

▪ Sal runs cold so he’s always wearing socks (white socks only) but Larry refuses to wear them inside the house no matter how cold his feet get. Sometimes he’ll put his cold feet on Sals leg just to bother him (like when they’re playing games to throw him off/or at the dinner table. Usually ends with them ‘playing footsie’ (they’re kicking each other as hard as they can in the shins))

▫ Sally’s chronically online in the way where he likes to scan the internet to save funny, relatable memes/ Ash IS chronically online- but to the point where she knows everything that’s happening right now on each of the forums. Larry’s too busy to be worried about social media stuff but he does enjoy getting the occasional low grade reaction pictures from Sal, and Ash always keeps him updated on any current events on the timeline anyways, so there’s no point.

(Sometimes Ash will talk with brain rot vocabulary and it throws Larry off so hard. But it’s funny watching his expressions afterwards when she tries explaining it to him)

“... that’s stupid as fuck.” / “I know, dumbass. That’s the point.”

▪ (for future reference) Chug and Maple went to uni for about two years before having Soda.

(Woah there. haha i totally did not forget ab Chug and Maple other than this one Hc… spare me..?)

▫ Chug is such a girl dad tho omg. I see him working a blue-collar type of job so he’s also too busy to be chronically online like some of the others. But on the few occasions he is posting, it’s mostly just about Maple and Soda.

▪ Soda is so spoiled because she’s the first kid out of the group, everyone likes getting her gifts and toys. Sometimes if Chug wants to take Maple out on a date, the others will watch her for them.

▫ Travis and Larry used to be close friends as children but got distant after Travis’ dad got worse and Larry’s fathers disappearance. Travis started to take his frustration out on other kids (i see larry as the type to defend others, especially if they’re not the type to fight back) and it caused resentment on both sides.

(Also unsure of which chapter I'm gonna put this in, but Travis leaves Nockfell with his parents right after senior year because the church was trying to spread and migrate around the country to sister organizations.)

▪ Yuné and Ash bake together! The boys can’t cook for shit, save for Todd who only knows a few recipes from his parents (he’s still not really a baker though) and Neil .

(Neil can cook but he’s the type to say he’s going to make something simple and it ends up taking over two hours but the result is a five course meal so it’s definitely worth it. )

▫ But they still like hanging around when the girls bake. Mostly to just watch and mess with shit (Sal’s a good boy only when Larry isn’t roping him into things, and Todd will watch and maybe help with easy stuff like stirring or grabbing ingredients).

▪ Sometimes on rare days when he’s not busy, Neil will come by and he’ll actually help them unlike some people... Larry takes the liberty of eating their creations, and since he’s a FREAK, half the time he doesn’t even wait for it to cool down before he’s shoveling the steaming sweet treats into his mouth like a squirrel saving for winter.

▫ They're not sure why, but ever since elementary school Ash and Larry have always had at least one class together in their schedules. They only became friends in middle school but have been growing up around each other for forEVER.

#okay #literal word vomit #that was a lot #my bad #sorry LMAO #this shit took forever to edit omg #I need to edit this again :(#sally face #sally face fandom #sally face headcannons #sal fisher #ashley campbell #larry johnson #todd morrison #neil douglas #original character #sally face fanart

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transinistor · 3 months ago

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𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙻 𝙳𝚄𝚂𝚃 ::

You know what, I need to say Alastor doesn't look down on Angel for being a sex worker, he looks down on like everyone because he's a snooty prick, but he really does NOT have anything against Angel for his line of work or sexuality. Its obviously not for him but it also has nothing to do with him and he feels more power to Angel if thats his thing, honestly.

He can be prickly/uncomfortable with Angel's constant advances but this is, I think, understandable give, y'know. But I also don't blame Angel for it or think of him badly and I don't think Alastor really does either. He doesn't view Angel as threatening or creepy or anything. If he feels anything for Angel its more akin to pity because I think Alastor has a sense of whatever's going on with Angel is a bit more complicated than sex-pest freak thus doesn't really take any of it to heart of feel too bothered by it. I also think like, the sex thing is what Angel is used to and I'm sure Angel is just as confused by Alastor's complete disinterest because I'm almost sure Angel doesn't encounter a lot of men with complete disinterest. He probably doesn't know what to make of Alastor at all and he's not the only one, trust !! Like I think Alastor definitely comes across as queer to Angel but then hes like. Not ? I know this is a thing with Alastor and everyone. Bro is walking queer bait and he's been confusing the fuck out of everyone in hell for nearly 100 years at this point, dw about it.

I think it came up in a thread but Alastor has dubbed Angel "not his type" and this is a good thing. Trust me this is a GOOD THING. Alastor's ""type"" is terrible, abusive, dangerous and predatory. He thinks they taste so much better when they're rotten. ❤️ If youre Alastor's "type" in the way Alastor recognizes it, you're in danger ! My thoughts on Al and Angel are very much thinking it would be very neat for them to have a decent relationship. I'm not gonna say they'd become besties or anything but Alastor doesn't have anything against Angel and I like the total juxtaposition of their characters together. Angel being a sort of hypersexual and Alastor being asexual and often more on the averse side, with many things wrong with him, but them finding some type of harmony in this.

I always get the idea Alastor would possibly be more open about his weird shit with Angel because he'd get the impression Angel is probably one of the least judgmental people in hell given his line of work and the fact theres probably not one weird sex thing or paraphilia he hasn't seen or heard of, y'know? I think they could be very funny and I can't wait to see more of them. Plus they also have very weird and kinda toxic situationships with two guys who also have weird toxic situationships with each other (Vox and Valentino respectively.) Its both a recipe for disaster and possible genuine bonding and comradery, both of them being the special obsession of some other freaks who also work in close proximity to each other, not to mention the whole thing with Husk and Alastor. I need more of this shit tbqh.

#👁️ 𝑻𝒂𝒈 : headcanons #👁️ 𝑻𝒂𝒈 : ooc #we can count this as the post about Alastor and Angel. I wasnt gonna do one for Angel specifically but obviously I DO have thoughts here #bc ofc I do you can trust me to not shut up and think too much about everything forever !!

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starblaze-the-traveler · 19 days ago

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here!!!

why is it that every time I get a questionnaire about psychological stuff I get high "scores" for whatever I'm testing for (this is the fourth time already im not kidding)

But honestly this is both SO USEFUL and I'm also completely shocked after reading it entirely. LIKE WDYM SOME OF THOSE AREN'T JUST COMMON STUFF???? THERE WERE ALSO SOME VERY SPECIFIC ONES THAT MADE ME FEEL SO CALLED OUT ToT

Anyway thank you very much I was hoping you'd see the post and share your wisdom with me because I've seen you're incredibly knowledgeable and y'all were also kinda the main ppl that made me have The Realization™ 👉👈 keep spreading your wisdom it is very useful ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

ANYWAYS we're kinda going to take a while to organize ourselves because we still can't recognize sometimes who's fronting (we're starting to figure it out me thinks) and such and uhhhhh we'll keep y'all updated soon enough and dw we're still the same we just know more stuff now and might not mask as often ･ᴗ･

This is kinda an official announcement of Me being plural??? idk everything fits and we identify with that a lot now that we have the exact definition so yeah ig 👍

The Internal Mind Council™ agreed therefore it is official 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Y'all can still call us Starblaze/Lolbit in general I just gonna warn you that we have 2 blorbos with these names as well (I'm one of them XD ) so we might cook up a new name in order to not get it confused (we also might procrastinate that forever because adhd) so yay nothing changed (also everyone's fine with he/him please keep using those)

We're all pretty new to this so it's still kinda scary and slightly off so I might keep using singular pronouns and terms when referring to myself a lot despite all this (we'll probably use both such as I'm doing rn). It's comfy also y'all don't need to call us by plural pronouns and terms we're fine with singular ones too so if you're confused, don't be afraid it's fine really. We're still the same just.. idk new thing??? Still Starblaze y'all know and probably despise :3

Fuck that was a lot of text mb </333

Tldr; we're plural pretty much also read last paragraph plz it's important :>

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phightingaus · 3 months ago

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Info dumping about the gear switch au because I'm so normal about it lol

Story wise this au would take place 6 months after Darkheart did the switcheroo and would switch perspectives of the different phighters.

Sword is now being trained by both Venomshank and Illumina (since he has lumi's sword now).

Illumina isn't happy about having Sword's gear since it's just a basic sword, until he finds out he can make it explode and now he's just concerned.

Venom, now having Icedagger's sword, freezes people when he bites them so the lock in mask is still there cuz he is not turning his son into an ice sculpture.

Icedagger feels like he shouldn't be trusted with an actual sword instead of his dagger so he's just kinda contemplating life.

Ghostwalker just sees this as an inconvenience and wants his OG sword back.

Windforce is still just doing her thing, she checks in with Banhammer a lot since he is not happy about any of this.

Subspace has had to spend a lot of time trying to make his new gear work with him since he has Coil's gear and his main way of phighting was punching n stuff. Subspace created gauntlets so he could at least hit harder (bc bro is built like a twig) and he is studying how his crystal could work with Coil's gear.

Also since his OG gear was switched his rot has slowed down and some areas are starting to scar.

Coil on the other hand is not doing okay. In an attempt to at least get comfortable with using the Subspace trip mine he ended up blowing himself up. He's okay dw, he just has the rot now and lost both his arms to it... Eh bionic replacements it is!

Him and my OC Rainbow still steals crystals from Blackrock so he can slow down his rot. Rain steals them to give to Vinestaff so she can effectively use her gear.

Vinestaff has Rainbow's magic carpet, it acts kind of like a hoverboard but can switch between a single rider and passenger modes. The crystals allow Vine to use the RMC's (rainbow magic carpet) trail as a weapon. Basically; the crystals freezing properties allow the user to essentially harness hard light in the form of shuriken like stars to throw at their target.

Speaking of Shuriken he's still up to the vigilante shenanigans. With Slingshot's gear it's harder to be stealthy, since it's so big, and so he has to be extra careful when he's out.

Slingshot is doing fine, he's still running the cafe and is kinda just there tbh.

Katana and Hyperlaser often give each other tips on how to properly use their gears. They're still drinking buddies too btw.

Medkit is the normal amount of stressed, having Scythe's gear sure isn't difficult at all and he totally knows how to use it effectively/j.

Scythe isn't too thrilled about being a support class now, but she sure as hell looks good with a revolver (when I get to drawing her she will look fine as hell). She's not used to staying on the sidelines to help and is dying to go out and phight her way, even though she doesn't really have much offensive power. On the plus side she was given a crystal like Medkit's so she can use his gear more effectively.

Rocket is just unhappy about the whole situation, he has the gear of someone he hates (Skateboard), using said gear is difficult due to his prosthetic leg and he just wants to blow something up but can't.

Skateboard on the other hand is having the time of his life. Do not trust this man with explosives he has caused an ungodly amount of property damage.

Banhammer is having a hard time being the Warden of the Banlands with a Boombox, I mean how are you gonna inflict blunt force trauma on your target? Other than that he blasts metal music constantly which is the only thing he likes about this.

Boombox is still an indie music producer, he just has a massive freaking hammer now. Believe me it is not easy to pick that thing up, let alone use it. BB isn't really the offensive type either so he's just gonna stay home and make music until things either go back to normal or he can actually lift the banhammer.

All of the SFOTH know damn well Darkheart is behind all this and Illumina wants to stab him so bad but uh oh! He's missing, better get searching lol.

Welp that was a lot, enjoy my brainrot :D

ok:

SHUT THE PHUCK UP MEDS CAM PHIGHT STUPIDLY WELL

ban's be going thru his emo phase/j

ha, twigspace

boom in this AU is a mood tbh

my poor boy rocket, though he does know he can just use it as a blunt force weapon

explosive fanatic skate is something i never thought i would see

i mean shurri could just swap to being a sniper

ice dagg is also a mood

yoo lets goo ice zambie

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skulandcrossbones · 3 months ago

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I could very much use an example of how to do the [media] edit thing, and when to use it.

Plz

Absolutely! In fact, here's a full, comprehensive explanation of tags, tagging, and the usefulness of the [media]edit tags!

WHAT EVEN ARE TAGS?

Much like how hashtags on twitter will take you to all the posts about #thatthingeveryoneistalkingabout, Tumblr also uses (hash)tags to catalogue posts. When you make a post, you can hit the add tags button to add relevant tags about the post topic. Then you can click on those tags and find other people talking about the same thing.

Go forth and find others who love the thing you love! That's how you build ✨a fandom ✨

WHY TAG?

Well, tags have two primary functions on tumblr:

To organise YOUR blog.

To make a post searchable.

For 1, you can use whatever tags you want to catalogue your own blog. For example, all of my gifs are tagged with "#originals" because that's what I started using in 2012 and I'm too lazy to change it now. Someone else might use #* or #mine, and that gives them a way to find (and direct others to) their own gifs on their blog.

For 2, making a post searchable allows other people to see your gifset/art/funny meme/text post/ramblings and reblog it to their blog as a way to say "I liked this thing! look at this thing!". We can help people see our posts by tagging whatever our post is about with the relevant tags. So if I gif a star wars movie, or you draw some lovely star wars fanart, or someone writes a post about a theory they have, we can all tag our posts with "#star wars" and boom, now anyone searching for "#star wars" can see our posts and reblog them to their blog.

OKAY, SO WHY [MEDIA]EDIT?

Well, as you can imagine, the general topic tag is often a very busy and scary place. Tumblr catalogues EVERY post that uses a tag, but it also catalogues every post that even mentions that topic in the body of the post. So EVERY post that mentions "star wars" is gonna show up when you type "star wars" into the search bar. (Sorry anyone searching for star wars right now 😅) If you're just looking for a nice gifset to reblog, this can get very annoying very quickly.

Solution? [media]edit! All the way back in the early 2010s, some genius who has been lost to time proposed a new tagging system for gif- and editmakers. Instead of only tagging "#star wars" or "#supernatural", they suggested that we tack "edit" on to the show title so people could search specifically for edits! And it worked and for a long long time gifmakers have been using these tags to make their posts more easily searchable.

HOW TO USE [MEDIA]EDIT TAGS?

If you're uploading a gifset or an edit (this is an example of an edit that ISN'T a gifset), you should include the edit tag in the first 30 tags you use. That's because Tumblr only catalogues the first 30 tags, and everything after that is disregarded.

The basic formula for an edit tag is [title/topic]edit, but a lot of the time the title gets shortened. #[supernatural]edit is pretty long, so it was shortened to #[spn]edit. #[doctorwho]edit became #[dw]edit. #[teenwolf]edit became #[tw]edit (I'm using brackets here to minimise clogging the tags, but when using them you don't include the [ ]).

There's no hard and fast rule about which tag to use, and generally speaking if I'm giffing something new and I'm not sure which tag to use, I'll go look and just use what everyone else seems to be using. Sometimes there are abbreviation overlaps with other shows, sometimes there's weird title formatting (like romeo + juliet 1996 where people sometimes use [raj]edit or [r+j]edit or [romeoandjuliet]edit or all 3 because no one can decide and it's easier to just cover all your bases) and sometimes a show or movie won't have a tag at all and you get to PICK ONE which is very exciting and scary.

In more recent years some general edit tags have gained popularity like [film]edit, [movie]edit, [netflix]edit, etc. These are fine to use, but make sure you're including the title of the show/movie as well so people can still filter the specific content they want to see gifs of. (You can do this by searching "[film]edit, [film name]", for example).

Here are my tags from my most recent gifset, colour coded to show you what are [media]edit tags, general edit tags, and general topic tags.

the [MEDIA]edit tags allows that SPECIFIC media to be searched for (in this case, gifs of fast and furious). there are seemingly 2 commonly used tags for this movie franchise, so i used both.

the GENERAL edit tag allows users to search for NONSPECIFIC edits of a GENERAL topic. [women]edit for example will show you all tagged edits of women from ANY media*.

the general TOPIC tag is the CATCH-ALL tag for any kind of post made about that topic, not just edits, i.e. ALL posts that tag and mention michelle rodriguez.

*userladiesblr and junkfooddaily are tags for source blogs that track those tags to find and reblog content specific to their blog content (women + schlocky action/horror/sci fi movies). i've included them in the general edit tag category for convenience.

TL;DR SUMMARY

Use [media]edit tags when you're posting original gifs or edits of something that you want people to be able to find.

There are no hard rules but the edit tag format is [title]edit, wherein [title] may be the full name or an abbreviation (and it's best to check what other people are using so your post isn't lost to the ether!)

Edit tags are for gifsets and non-gif edits ONLY. Fanfic and text posts do not belong in the edit tag.

I hope this helps!

#newbrainsamegoofs #answered #tagging on tumblr #tumblr tutorial #edit tags #how to tag #idk #long post #wall of text

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reikunrei · 9 months ago

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I'm not gonna make as in-depth a post about it as my other DW analyses, but a month or so ago I watched the season 1 episode "Dalek" and now I'm thinking about it in relation to what Vecna's ending might look like.

A lot of people complain when they hear folks (such as myself and my friends) say they want Vecna's end to be tragic in some way. They interpret it as us saying we want him to be redeemed, or forgiven, or be made into a "good guy" who actually did nothing wrong, or whatever. Which (setting aside all the Henry/Edward stuff, which I'd argue is a separate discussion anyway) isn't the case at all. Not necessarily, at least. Vecna has done a lot of heinous things that can't be overlooked.

However, that doesn't mean he's entirely unsympathetic. He's very relatable in his motives and is a fun way to explore revenge and justice in the extremes. He's an example of the cracks in the Capital S System. However, I would agree that Vecna as a person and as a concept shouldn't be given a full pass on everything he's done just because his reasoning has a strong foundation.

"Dalek" offers a really interesting alternative where the Dalek in the episode is given multiple chances to "redeem" itself or is shown sympathy, only to constantly push back against it and refuse the kindness offered to it up until the very end. Even so, its eventual self-destruction is still tragic.

This is for multiple reasons, but the one I want to introduce here first to set the tone is: It's tragic because there's no changing what's been done to the Dalek, what the Dalek has done, and the general circumstances of what a Dalek is and their history. Rose wants to help the Dalek, but it's simply not feasible given the circumstances.

So, let's get into some of this episode.

We open on the Doctor and Rose landing in an underground bunker in Utah, USA, having followed a signal "calling for help." Inside this bunker are rows and rows of glass cases containing extraterrestrial artifacts, owned and collected by a man named Henry van Statten. We learn that one of these is a live specimen, which van Statten keeps in "The Cage," where they've been attempting to get it to speak for some time, often resorting to physically harming it and making it scream. Okay, NINA silo.

The Doctor goes in to speak to it, since van Statten wants to know what it is, and we get this exchange:

Some abridged Doctor Who history to explain this interaction: The Daleks are an alien race that's been around for the entire run of the show, first introduced in the original series. As it pertains to the 2005 reboot, early in the show we learn that the Doctor is the last Time Lord in existence because all of them died in the Last Great Time War. The Last Great Time War was fought between the Time Lords and the Daleks, and it was ultimately ended by the Doctor themself killing (or sealing away) both the Time Lords and the Daleks to stop the conflict and save the universe(s).

The Daleks and the Time Lords have had beef for... basically forever, as far as I know. The Daleks also make multiple returns throughout the rest of the series and still remain a recurring antagonist, though I don't know what's been going on with them past like... season 7 or so. We even get a few more sympathetic portrayals of them, but we don't need to talk about that today.

I should also briefly explain here that the Daleks were bred and evolved to hate. They exist only to kill things that aren't Daleks because they see anything that isn't a Dalek as "wrong." They have such a strong will to live in order to push this regimen that they almost don't die, as their bodies will simply refuse to do so, unless ordered or killed by force. Okay, Vecna. In short: they basically only know hatred and anger, and anything else simply isn't part of their genetics. There's some nuance to this in the greater lore, but I won't touch on that here because it's not introduced in this episode.

Anyway, back to the episode!

Once the Doctor realizes that the Dalek is damaged and can't actually kill him, he starts laying into it, circling it and asking "What are you good for?" and "What's the point of you? You're nothing." The Dalek says it's awaiting orders (something it's bred for), and the Doctor breaks the news that all the other Daleks have been destroyed by him and it won't be getting any orders.

Admitting to his own self-hatred, the Doctor switches on the chains holding the Dalek, electrocuting it. The Dalek begs for pity, and the Doctor says, "Why should I [have pity]? You never did." Then, van Statten enters The Cage with guards and pulls the Doctor out, at which point the Dalek returns to refusing to speak.

The Doctor speaks to van Statten more, telling him about the Time War, learning how the Dalek fell from the sky "like a meteorite" and surmising that it must have fallen through time as the only survivor. And at this point, van Statten smugly eyes up the Doctor, now knowing that he, too, is an alien not of this Earth, and chains him up to be studied and tortured just like the Dalek. There's honestly so much I could say about van Statten and his similarities to Brenner, so I might do that some other time.

Meanwhile, Rose, who's been tagging along with van Statten's assistant, unaware of what's happened thus far, sees security footage of the Dalek being tortured by one of van Statten's scientists and goes to The Cage to investigate and try to help.

She talks to the Dalek, asking if it's in pain, saying that she can help because she has her friend, the Doctor, with her. The Dalek says yes, it is in pain.

Rose continues to insist they help, but the Dalek says that its race is dead and it will simply die alone. Rose places a gentle hand against its "head," which burns her, and as she pulls away, that Dalek shouts, "Genetic material extrapolated. Initiate cellular reconstruction."

Having gotten DNA from Rose, a time traveler, the Dalek is able to regenerate, fixing all of its damage and breaking free of its chains before hacking out of The Cage and gaining access to the entire bunker. In short, it starts killing people indiscriminately and drains all power from the bunker, from Utah, and from the entire west coast of the USA, also downloading all of the information from the internet at the same time.

Most of the rest of the episode is an extended chase scene, where Rose and the assistant, Adam, are trying to get up to a higher level of the bunker, though are often relegated to stairwells and detours in an attempt to keep the Dalek locked away as deep as possible. At one point, Rose and Adam are being escorted by an armed guard when they come face to face with the Dalek in a stairwell, and the armed guard starts trying to talk it down:

Martin "but but but I locked you kids up because I loved you" Brenner, over here.

The first major hint that we start to see something is awry with the Dalek is it and Rose making eye contact, and Rose leaving the interaction feeling like the Dalek saw her as more than just a target for extermination, and rather that "it knows [her]."

Then, after some more chasing and some more mass murder, the Dalek addresses the Doctor. It says that, now with no place to get orders from, it will follow "the Primary Order," or the "Dalek instinct to destroy" and conquer. The Doctor asks why, though. What's the point of doing that at this point when it's the only Dalek left? The Dalek can't answer that and just asks what it should do, wherein we get this impeccable line that aired on public television in the year 2005:

He rips into the Dalek again, really showing his anger as he screams, "Why don't you just die!?" at which point the Dalek responds with, "You would make a good Dalek" before ceasing communication. Mic drop of the goddamn century!!! That scene still drives me absolutely batshit. Anyway.

Rose and Adam are rushing to try and escape the vault portion of the bunker, but they're running out of time. Adam makes it through the final door as it's shutting, but Rose doesn't and is now trapped with the Dalek. Rose talks to the Doctor over her cellphone, telling him that it wasn't his fault and she wouldn't have missed any of this for the world. The Dalek fires its laser, the call drops, and the Doctor reluctantly accepts that she's dead.

However, unbeknownst to him, the Dalek didn't actually kill Rose.

They have a brief back-and-forth, and Rose questions the Dalek's hesitation to kill her.

The Dalek speaks to the Doctor again, revealing that Rose is actually alive and uses her as leverage to get him to open the bulkhead and let the two of them out. Rose pleads with the Doctor to not open the door, but the Dalek uses the Doctor's emotions against him, saying, "What use are emotions, if you will not save the woman you love?"

Rose and the Dalek take an elevator up to where the Doctor and van Statten & co. are hanging out, with the Dalek all the while continuing to act strangely.

The Dalek approaches van Statten, threatening to kill him for torturing it, but Rose tells it not to do it, and it listens. She asks it what else it could want that doesn't involve killing, and the Dalek answers with "freedom." Vecna when...

Rose takes the Dalek ahead, closer to the surface. It blasts a hole in the roof, bringing in a ray of sunlight. Rose says she thought she'd never feel it again, at which point the Dalek asks what it feels like before opening its metal casing to expose the actual Dalek inside. It feels the sun on its skin and reaches out toward the light.

In this moment of vulnerability, the Doctor appears, having grabbed one of the alien-made guns that van Statten has in a feeble attempt to actually kill the Dalek. He yells at Rose to get out of the line of fire, but she refuses, even when he tries to justify it with the number of people the Dalek killed that day, or the fact that it was the Dalek race that created the downfall of the Time Lords. She urges the Doctor to pause and just look at what the Dalek is doing.

Love a good TFS word.

The Dalek asks, "Why do we survive?" and the Doctor doesn't have an answer. When the Dalek once again says that it's the last of its kind, the Doctor explains that it no longer is a Dalek. Having absorbed Rose's DNA for its regeneration, it's begun mutating into something new. Rose asks why that wouldn't be a good thing, but, as I explained earlier, it's because Daleks view themselves as superior, so if they're no longer a Dalek, then they're not worth living.

The Dalek is experiencing human thoughts and emotions, ones that it can't, nor wants, to comprehend, and it asks Rose to order it to die, saying that "This is not life. This is sickness. I shall not be like you!" With some more pushing, Rose finally relents, quietly saying, "Do it."

Guy who says he's not gonna go as in-depth before proceeding to do so anyway. But trust me, I could say a lot more about this episode, I just wanna keep this brief and explore this one concept without the plethora of off-topic potential references.

I hope you can see some of the bones of what I'm getting at in how this could potentially be applied as inspiration for ST5, but let's get into some of my thoughts.

1) Paralleling the Doctor and the Dalek

This is something I've talked about in a lot of my other DW posts so I won't rehash it too much, but it's incredibly telling to me that we, once again, get this emphasis on muddying the waters between "good guy" and "bad guy."

Through the season, we've seen the Doctor grieving his people, constantly saying he's the last Time Lord in the universe and being generally depressed about it. We're very frequently reminded of how sad he is about it, and we're meant to be sad about it, too. More often than not, it's meant as a way to show a deeper bond between him and his companion whenever he shares that information.

Then, we meet this Dalek who is also the last of its kind in the universe, and who is also suddenly made to grieve the loss of its people. From the get-go, it's framed as a sympathetic creature begging for help as it's tortured, and only once the Doctor's bias is brought to light do we get any sort of inkling of an opposing stance.

Then, almost right away, we see their roles essentially swapped. Sure, the Dalek is a formidable opponent with an innate desire to kill everything it sees and perhaps maybe should be eliminated for the sake of the greater good. However, the Dalek is weak and vulnerable, with no way to defend itself, and the Doctor does the objectively shitty thing and tries to kill it while it's cornered. The entire episode has a bad ick about it. Even if the Doctor is technically justified, you still feel bad watching him take advantage of a situation to harm a defenseless creature.

The Dalek says it itself: the Doctor would make a good Dalek, allowing his hatred to drive him to make some morally fucked up decisions. He encourages his fear and rage to guide his hand, and it's not until he has an outside perspective - specifically from someone he cares about the opinion of immensely - that he backs down. If and when we get a similar scenario with Will and someone else having to talk him down... I'm seated.

In the end, it's hard to have sympathy for the Doctor without also extending that to the Dalek.

It very much makes me think of the larger fandom's perspective on Henry in ST, and how they'll dish out heaps of sympathy and empathy for the other characters, and even encourage them to do shitty things for the sake of "revenge" or "taking what they deserve," but then turn around and look at Henry's objectively worse situation and claim that he doesn't deserve that same courtesy simply because of a slightly less appealing past.

To specifically tie it to comparing the Doctor and the Dalek, I'm looking at how we're meant to compare Henry and Will to one another. We see two sensitive boys who come from imperfect households with a desire to be loved and accepted for who they are. We see them go through hardships beyond our imaginations and, the key here, is how their situations during and thereafter are different.

We see the perspective of the Doctor first, and we feel bad for him! When he attacks the Dalek, it feels justified given the history between their races. In ST, we see the perspective of Will first, learning everything he's been through, and thus when he says "we have to kill [Vecna]," it makes sense! We've been led to believe that everything that's happened to Will has been enabled by this one guy, so of course it's justified to want to put a stop to him, and we cheer on the other characters when they come to Will's aid.

But then we get the perspective of the Dalek. We see it admit that it's in pain, that it's sad, that it yearns for freedom and an end to its torture. In ST, we learn more about Vecna, about his (alleged) past, and the trials he's been through to shape him into who he is today, and his desire to make things better. It, then, also makes sense for these characters to react the way they do, even if it's not ideal, and even if their methods and motives aren't the most morally clean.

(I'd also be remiss if I didn't at least briefly tap in on the whole "perspective" thing with what James is discussing in his upcoming big thesis post about TFS. Definitely keep an eye out for it, because it's a super interesting exploration of perspective and how that paints certain behaviors/scenes in different lights than we may have initially been led to believe.)

When I first watched ST4, I wasn't in the fandom at all. I was entirely unaware of the vitriol being slung at Vecna and Henry. I watched him do all these inexcusable things, but then... we have NINA Henry explain what (allegedly) happened and why he is where he is, and I thought... oh.

We're told that this guy had a good reason for doing everything he did. Even if everything he's done is reprehensible, I still sat there thinking "wow, he didn't deserve any of that, everything could have been avoided if he was just treated with decency."

With the Dalek, even after we see what it's done, we're meant to feel bad for it. Should it be forgiven? Perhaps not, but it was just doing the only thing it knew how to do after being put in a situation by someone else (van Statten) that allowed it to do the damage that it did, much like Brenner essentially enabling the creation of Vecna by cornering a child into the lab and forcing his hand.

All in all, it really pushes you to accept that someone who is "good" can do bad things because they think it's what should be done, and someone who is "bad" can be offered a chance to change and become better, and it doesn't even have to be detraction if they refuse that help. And, ultimately, I wouldn't be surprised if Vecna is offered help, but refuses it because it's too late. Not because he's being petulant and stubborn, but because there's genuinely no point, much like with the Dalek (even if the Dalek is being more petulant and stubborn than anything).

2) Vecna and the Daleks

By no means do I want it to come off like I'm directly correlating Vecna to the Daleks. There's too many key differences, particularly in what they are, for me to do that with a straight face.

I already explained that Daleks are born and evolved to hate. That's the only emotion they feel, because anything else would give them doubt in their Primary Order. Meanwhile, Vecna very much is a person. Even if he's not fully human, there's a human core there that allows him to hesitate and feel something other than disdain for humanity (I will always and forever stare at the way he kept El alive. Sir, I know you're not that cocky. Just kill her. Unless she....... means something to you......?).

Throughout ST, everything that comes out of the UD is distinctly nonhuman. I remember very early on in ST4 thinking it was weird that they made something from the UD so close to human. So, even if we're led into the story believing that Vecna is something purely monstrous, by the end we're shown that he is, in fact, still a human and always has been a human.

It's similar, if not slightly inverted, to what happens with the Dalek in this episode: We open on this strange alien creature and learn it was the reason for the downfall of the Time Lords, but by the end, it's been infused with enough human DNA that it becomes even harder to treat it with cruelty.

And I know I said I wasn't going to get into the deeper lore of the Daleks, but I have to just mention one of the myths of their creation from the short story "We are the Daleks!" published in 1973:

So like... um... anyway... just chew on that a little bit, I guess!!

As a final note for this thought, I do also find it interesting that even their motives could be considered similar. The Daleks kill everything that isn't a Dalek. And, yes, it is because of hatred, but it's also specifically about guaranteeing their own survival and making the universe fit for them. Not too far off from that, we have Vecna wanting to reshape the world into what he wants it to be so that he can exist freely. It's not exactly one-to-one, especially given that Vecna's motives are more of a commentary on the flaws of society while the Daleks are committing a "racial cleansing" (the Doctor's words, not mine), but I'd be remiss to not at least touch on it.

3) Objective Perspective

Rose gives us a very stark show of what bias can do in this episode. She showed sympathy before she knew anything about the Dalek, and while she does become frightened and tries to flee from it, by the end of the episode she's managed to either fight against or accept her fear and continue to try and help the Dalek and show it kindness.

It reminds me a lot of what we see with D'art in ST2, to the point that Rose's experience is almost beat for beat what happens with Dustin:

Finding the demoslug and growing fond of it because he doesn't know what it is.

Becoming frightened when he learns it's a "baby demogorgon" and tries to trap it.

Learning that he can have a connection and cooperate with it even if he's still scared.

Even Will manages to fight against his fear, understanding that D'art is just in a vulnerable position and needs help more than anything.

On top of Rose's demeanor with the Dalek, we also get to study how she reacts to the Doctor as the episode progresses. By and large, she's disgusted with the way the Doctor is behaving, calling him out multiple times and begging him to see the bigger picture. He's hurt, of course, but he can't continue to resort to violence under the guise of being afraid when this Dalek is no longer the same as the Daleks he hates. She doesn't even fully understand that until the very end, and still she can see that it's changing and it's been deserving of compassion this whole time.

The Doctor and the Dalek both hate each other and hate themselves, and Rose is the only one who can cut in, generally understanding both sides of the argument, to get everyone to back down. She's viewed both the Doctor and the Dalek with a clean, unbiased lens, which allows her to take in all the information she's given without any sort of judgement clouding her decisions.

Sure, her fear does take over a few times, but it's almost exclusively when her life is in immediate danger and she never takes it out directly on the Dalek. As soon as the Dalek refuses to kill her, she can wrangle herself into at least trying to approach things calmly and objectively and attempt to talk the Dalek down rather than resorting to brute force.

It makes me wonder just how, exactly, this is going to go down for Vecna. We've been given a lot of information thus far, but everyone has a different set of pieces without a way to combine them correctly just yet, and there's so many personal stakes involved that it becomes hard to parse out what's really an objective reading.

Will has been personally affected by the UD and the MF, which also affected his immediate family and friends.

El lived in the lab for her whole life and knew Henry personally, and potentially was the catalyst for finally creating Vecna.

Brenner has a desire to make himself look good as he works for his own selfish gains, and puts others in harm's way to get there.

Multiple people have had their lives directly altered by something Vecna did.

Vecna himself has a mess of wrongs against him that he's desperate to "fix."

etc. etc...

It's really just a whole big mess, and it's going to take a lot of work for someone to break out of the personal feelings involved in order to get everyone on all sides to step back and do some self-reflecting.

It's interesting to me that "Dalek" is not only a lesson in sympathy for others, but a lesson in sympathy for oneself. It's a large part of the Doctor's arc in this first season, and sympathy in general has been a huge part of ST throughout the whole show (which I know I've talked about endlessly irt these comparisons to DW), and it's a sentiment becoming increasingly pushed on our "villain" characters.

Like how the Doctor is "brought down" to the Dalek's level of cruelty and the Dalek is "brought up" to the Doctor's level of deserving sympathy, our "villain" characters in ST are being brought up to the protagonists' level of deserving sympathy, and our protagonists...? Well, we've already been blessed with loads of imperfect "good" characters in this show thus far, so I will not be surprised when that gets taken to the extreme.

It's already in line with El's monster vs superhero internal debate: a good character can do something morally reprehensible, with or without "proper" motive, and they will still be deserving of compassion.

In conclusion, while obviously I don't think it'll be a one-to-one, I do think that this DW episode offers an interesting route for Vecna's arc to take, specifically in regard to his demise. While a character such as Henry or Edward, who were dragged into this situation against their will, might be deserving of forgiveness/clearing their names and may still be able to be "saved," in whatever form that may be, someone like Vecna might simply be too far gone. There's no going back at this point, and it just has to be accepted.

I was talking to James about this, and I agree when he said it wouldn't be surprising if Vecna was offered help, he earnestly thanked them for it, but then had to refuse it anyway. I wouldn't be shocked if El wants to help him so badly but ultimately has to accept that sometimes things can't be undone, and they simply have to run their course, even if it has an unsatisfactory outcome. Especially if that outcome was one that could have been avoided had they gotten to the problem sooner. That is the tragedy.

The Dalek is a bit more complicated than that, obviously, given what it is as a species and its refusal for help being because it sees no point in existing now that it's "contaminated," but I think you can pick up what I'm putting down. The Dalek could have accepted the help and could have striven to change like Rose thought it could, but it simply wasn't in the cards and would have caused more pain than not.

The Daleks come up again in future episodes, which I might talk about someday, but I felt like this one was a good exploration of what you can do with an established villain and flip the narrative until they're almost entirely sympathetic while our "good guy" seems ridiculous for behaving the way he does. It is not a stretch to apply that sentiment to ST, especially because we have even more of a foundation for compassion toward our "villains" in that show than the Dalek got in this episode.

I could talk a lot more about this episode, too. There's so many trains of thought that this inspired, but, again, I want to just talk about this topic for now, so all the weird "why is this so ST" bits can stay in the vault (or you can go watch the episode yourself, which I highly recommend! It's a good one).

Overall, just knowing that DW was some level of inspiration for ST makes me excited to see what the Duffers took from that classic series and how they'll use it to inform their own final season, and specifically how they'll further the "no one is special/better/worse" message they have going on. We'll see!

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