#ANYWAY meet Franci :D

[elizabethrobertajones]

Zero had been right; she'd found Dzemael Darkhold on a map without even knowing what she pointed at, and truth was finally something Frog could hunt for.

No more being haunted by who the avatar was bound to her, bound to this stone or her scythe or her very soul. No more brief glimpses in the heat of combat of the world from the reaper's eyes. The whisper of a name long-forgotten until she'd burst into the glorious light of Etheirys to fight alongside Frog.

No more guilt after meeting Zero and learning the truth of Zenos' avatar. Of feeling the first clench in her stomach to think that voidsent were no more monsters than the Light-poisoned people she'd cried for on the First. Drusilla said it was consensual, the voidsent certainly hungered for exactly what Frog put her to work doing. She'd felt that hunger, but also the excitement, the glee that her avatar burst with as she clawed out of the void and along the blade of Frog's scythe. But Frog had living weapons aplenty. This was a person.

The summoning could only be brief, long enough to assuage her soul, and make contact but it was a perfect summoning. No vessel, no statue. Not with Frog's soul and her connection to the avatar. The words of the spell Y'shtola had crafted. The aether Frog would freely offer to make this contact.

Her heart felt heavy that Zero had left, that she wouldn't be here to see the end result of their hard work. A tiny hope flared that perhaps she could use this time to guide her avatar to Zero's side. Send a message. Perhaps do this summoning again when she had strength to spare.

But only if the avatar wanted to run messages between shattered shards, because she was a person.

Frog forced herself to concentrate, clear her mind, and ready herself.

As she spoke the words, she felt the drifting tendrils of void magic that had made this cave so uninhabitable, had resisted an attempt to wall them up and still to this day spawned demons that repelled attempts to tame the depths. The darkness twisted, slithered up from the chasms, and burned and burned, pulling at her core, winding out the aether to feed the small rift. To reach deep into the void, and tug at something.

Darkness overwhelmed the cavern, and a thunderclap echoed through the tunnels, rolling on and on in a dazing reverberation. The dark aether flooded around her and Frog steeled herself not to cringe back, to know she was ready to slay any horror that came ravening out in the seconds she so foolishly smashed walls that had only been as sturdy as the Dzemael stonemason's brickwork between Source and Thirteenth.

A presence joined her.

"FROG? Is that YOU? Why aren't we FIGHTING?" squeaked a voice at her knee, as the portal spluttered, its harvest complete.

"Franci?! Is that you?"

"You got a PROBLEM with that?"

"I - I expected..." She trailed off, and decided not to say what she had expected. She'd given Ardbert enough grief for being waist height after all. "Why are you dressed like a farmer?"

"I WAS a farmer. Oh! I didn't know I was a farmer until I said that. HEY I remember who I aM. WOW. What did you DO?"

"... You're also a lot louder than I expected. Uh. Let's sit down and talk, Franci."

"I have a NAME. WOOOW."

(this post is titled: In Which Frog Discovers Her Very Loud Annoying Shard)

[frootbyethefoot]

every breath you take - the police

[writa-anon]

"is that.. supposed to be me?"

francis mosses (the milkman) x artist!reader

a / n ~ boom! first fanfic :3 i was a little inspired by uh.. myself LOL when i started playing tnmn i realized i was horrible at memorizing faces so i started drawing the characters to help me remember and it works sooo much. but anyway, super cute oneshot where they first meet, hope u enjoy :D

content included ~ isaack mauss, francis mosses, reader is an artist and doorman, no pronouns mentioned for reader, use of (y/n), shy n wholesome first encounter

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Another slow day at work, huh?”

A enthusiatic-ridden voice boomed, instinctively making me look up to meet the gaze of a strong-jawlined man. I cleared my throat and placed my pencil on the scratchy sheet of paper, sitting up in my chair.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Gauss.” I greeted, grinning that customer-service smile.

“Good afternoon, (y/n). I assume work is treating you well?” He said before sliding both his ID and request form through the letter hole. “Only your third day and you’re occupying yourself with side hobbies!” He exclaimed, squinting a little to see my doodle through the glass screen. I chuckled a little as I examined his ID.

“Eh, yeah..” I sighed. “But this actually helps with my job, believe it or not!” I said proudly, pulling out the floor 2 folder to compare his ID number. “I’ve been drawing neighbors in order to remember their features better. It’s especially helpful because of my terrible memory.” I said, shaking my head. Isaack simply chuckled as I placed the folder to the side as I went through his request form.

“That’s pretty smart.” He commented. “Who have you drawn so far?” He asked, curiously tilting his head. As I went through the checklist as I idly thought to myself.

“Umm..” I hummed. “The Schmitts and the Mikaelys are definitely in here.” I finished up the last check before rolling back to my sketchbook, using my finger to thumb through the pages.

“Unfortunate. I haven’t been drawn yet.” He faked pouted. I rolled my eyes before flipping one or two pages before presenting the portrait to him.

“I’m not necessarily finish. Your face is pretty hard to encapture.” I sighed, looking at the smears of led blended together. Isaack was something of a character: a big prominent smile that is not hard to catch a glimpse of in a room full of people. His hair perfectly styled each morning that still manages to maintain its shape by the end of the day. His voice had depth to it, almost like he was born to be the daily news reporter for radios and TVs of all kind. He stared at the drawing in satisfied awe before leaning back.

“Wow, it surely is accurate!” He beamed. I smiled proudly before placing my sketchbook down.

“Thank you,” I politely nodded. I slid his ID back through the letter box. “Everything seems to be good to go. You’re allowed in, Mr. Gauss.” He nodded in his head in gratitude, but however, did not my window just yet. He took a minute to ponder, as if contemplating his next move, before beaming his teeth once again.

“Ah, before I go,” he quickly inputed. “is there by chance Francis Mosses is on today’s list? He’s the local milkman around here.”

I raised my eyebrow a little, not exactly sure as to why Isaack chose to bring up this person’s name. I shook my head gently before folding my arms in front of me. “I’m sorry, Mr. Gauss, but I’m afraid I cannot disclose that information for you.”

“—Ah, of course.” Isaack quickly fixed himself, putting his hands up a little in defense. “I understand. I was just curious is all. I’m sure you know him though, no?” Thinking for a minute, I’ve realized that this is a neighbor I have not encountered yet.

“No, actually..” I pondered out loud. “Huh, that’s interesting. I guess he works a morning or night shift because the name doesn’t really ring a bell.” I noted out loud.

“Interesting.” He muttered. “Well, keep the name in mind. He’s a rather interesting person, and I think you would find him just as interesting.” Before I could say anything else, he gestured a quick wink before walking through the unlocked door. I quickly snapped out my thoughts before locking the door back up again.

Isaack never really mentioned other names— it wasn’t necessarily out of character, but it felt a little outlandish. I looked down to see my pencil in hand again and blank surface of paper. My eyes trailed over to the paper taped on to the wall next to my window, realizing that Frances was in fact on today’s check-in list. Out of curiousity, I located his room number before surfing through the folders. After locating folder 3 and apartment 02, I was able to find more about him.

He was a slim, tall man with a crooked nose and ruffled brown hair. His eye bags were prominent from what I assume to be lack of sleep. As I stared at his picture, my hand moved by itself across my sketchbook, forming a circle to start defining out the headshape. I squinted slightly, trying to feel for each detail in his face. From the way his eyebrows were rotated a little outward, defining more of his tired expression, to the bump in his nose bridge, making it a bit more interesting to draw. It was mesmerizing, almost wishing I could sit here and draw his face in perso—

tap, tap!

I nearly jumped out of my seat. The pencil flung out of my hand, rolling off of the desk. My eyes flickered up—

and there he was.

My breath near caught in my throat as I stared up in shock. The man behind the glass was barely shocked to see my reaction. His white “milkman” hat rested perfectly on top of his brown hair with small curls slightly peaking out. I was swift to regain my composure in my head as I folded my hands in front of me with my legs crossed under the desk.

“Good afternoon, sir.” I smiled. “I haven’t seen you before. ID and entry request?”

He let out a small hum, barricaded by his pink lips, as he took out his paper and ID. He politely slid them through the letter slot before I took the items to examine.

“Mr. Francis Mosses.. Lives on floor 03.. Room 02.. Coming from work as a milkman.” I glanced up to look at him, comparing the photo ID to his face. His expression was exactly alike: tired eyes, slight frown on the lips, crooked nose, and a clean shaven face. I double checked with his file already on my desk, making sure that the ID numbers and the description aligned with his ID. “Everything looks good.” I confirmed as I slid his ID back to him.

“Mmm.. Thank you.” He hummed. I turned around to place his request form in a folder, but once I sat back up, I realized he was still standing at the window, curiously staring through the glass. I raised my eyebrow a little, confused as to why he was still lingering.

“I’m sorry, did I forget something?” I asked. Francis shook his head before pointing down at my desk.

“Is that.. Supposed to be me?” He asked. A tiny bit of emotion seeped into his voice, dripping in interest and curiousity.

“I— oh—” I looked down to see the rough drawing of Francis sitting at my desk, drawn with sketch lines still lightly defining his features, while the harder drawn areas sculpted his prominent details. “Yeah..” I mumbled. “I-I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable!” I exclaimed. “It’s just a way to help me remember faces and I was going through the files and I realized I haven’t met you before so I—”

“You make me look so pretty.” He mumbled, almost breathlessly. A faint pink color brushed his cheeks as he was unable to take his gaze away from the paper.

“W-Well.. I do aim for accuracy.” I chuckled, complimenting the man right back. My nerves had calmed down after noticing his calm demeanor. “You could keep it, if you’d like that is.” I offered. It would be awkward if I kept the drawing rather than give it to him— I mean— this is his first time ever seeing me and it was an awkward first interaction right off the bat. It was the least I could do for him. Francis nodded his head and in response, I tore the piece of paper out of the scrapbook before sliding it through the letter slot.

“There you go.” I smiled.

“Thank you..” He replied, graciously taking the piece of paper and admiring it once again. “Oh— um,” He quickly looked up to me. “What is your name? I’m sorry, I’m not really good with.. Introductions.” He trailed off, but something about his shyness and reluctant voice made me grin even harder.

“My name is (y/n). I’m the doorman in training for this building.” I greeted.

“Ah, of course. I’m Francis— Mmm..Though you already know that.” He said, shaking his head a little by the end of his sentence.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Francis. I’ll be seeing you around, I assume?” I said, sitting at the edge of my chair as I looked up at him.

“More often than before.” He smiled. It was the widest he’d grin throughout our whole conversation. Something inside me told me that he doesn’t pass around smiles like that easily. It made me feel accomplished in some sort of way. But with that, he departed from my window. I made sure to unlock the door and listen for the door closing behind him before locking it again.

Francis Mosses.

I think I have someone to look forward to on tomorrow’s entry list.

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[unhetalia]

I need me some jealous england content. preferably france saying something stupid to america and england pulling out a sword in the middle of the world meeting

Francis has no interest in Alfred for reasons I'll go into at some point BUT he's on a mission, and that mission is to make Arthur realise that there ARE people interested in Alfred, and he needs to Hurry Up.

(Francis is wrong about this - yes there are people interested in Alfred, but those people are JUST as emotionally inept as Arthur and they won't be acting anytime soon.)

So anyway. He decides to go H A R D on the jealousy angle, because love makes him super blind and his excitement about getting Alfred and Arthur together has him forgetting that Arthur is TERRIFYING when he wants to be.

He approaches Alfred with the seediest most sex dungeon looking expression. Next to Alfred is Arthur, who was trying to have a professional conversation about how they can shrink listening devices to be smaller than any CIA standard and therefore harder to find. Francis pretends not to notice how Arthur immediately starts gritting his teeth.

"Mon Cher, where will you be after the meeting, hmm?" He turns on the sleaze, so that even oblivious Alfred's prey instincts get activated. He has to turn it pretty high - truly, it's concerning.

"A... around?" Alfred is not used to trying to avoid hanging out. He's not smooth at making excuses.

Francis smirks. Deepens his voice. Gets his mouth close to Alfred's ear, but still makes sure Arthur can hear him clearly. "How about... we get your legs around my waist, ahn?"

It's only YEARS of honed instinct that prevents him from getting decapitated. He hears the softest "snick" of a sword being released from its sheath and his body reacts before his mind does. He jumps away from Alfred, overbalancing and landing a few feet away in a sprawled heap. A millisecond later Arthur's sword has cut through the air where he used to be.

Alfred's eyes are very wide. Arthur's are cold as ice.

"I would ask you NOT to ruin the sanctity of these meetings with your perverted comments, frog."

Then he walks away. Before Alfred follows, he looks at Francis, eyes still wide. "He ... really cares about meetings, I guess?"

Francis thumps his head on the ground.

[aziraphales-library]

Hey, I love you guys sm! Thanks for the amazing work

Could I ask for more kid fic recs? Especially if they include Warlock too.

Also, if you wouldn't mind, some queer!warlock & the ineffables recs would be perfect!

I've read almost everything there is in your tags regarding this tropes and I'm struggling to find new ones by myself.

Thx! <3

There are only a finite number of fics, and at this point I think we have just about all of them on our #kid fic tag! I have managed to scrape up a few more, a couple of which include queer Warlock...

(Re)Found Family by N_N_Nics_s_s (T)

Warlock knew four things. One, They were in Soho. Two, they needed to get back to the room they were renting. Three, they had no idea how to get back. Four, their phone was dead and they had a cord but not a battery pack. Maybe they could ask one of the shop owners if they could plug in their phone in their shop? Yeah, that seemed like a good plan. Or: Warlock gets lost in Soho and goes into one A.Z. Fell & Co. and ends up with an unexpected reunion.

When 'Baby A' Grew Up: Soho by seekeronthepath (T)

Now that he's reunited with Crowley and Aziraphale, Warlock starts figuring out who HE is. Who they are? Something like that, anyway.

Devil's backbone by Joseph_Amadeus (T)

Single father Ezra Fell and a single father Anthony Crowley meet when Ezra needs his plumbing fixed. There's no innuendo here, none at all! It's just that they... Get along. They get along very well.

what you feel is what you are by suzukiblu (T)

Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis retire at the same time, without any warning or anything. Warlock doesn’t need a nanny anymore and it doesn’t matter who the gardener is, but . . . But they retire without any warning, and they don’t even say goodbye. Not to him, at least.

Creative Writing for Creative Children and Panicked Nannies by munchmulch (T)

Unsurprisingly, it only takes a few moments for pounding feet to be heard from the hall before a harried looking man skids to the entrance of the room, halting with a jerk before actually stepping in. “Adam! You can’t just run off like that! I told you that they’re not going to want a bloo—“ he cuts himself off with a strangled sound, “blasted adult sitting in on a club!” --- Aziraphale is as prepared for the new school year as he can be-- what he's not prepared for is an awkward man in sunglasses who's about to pull Aziraphale into not only his own life, but the lives of Aziraphale's students.

Secret Santa by AppleSeeds (T)

On the advice of his therapist, Crowley signs up to be a 'Secret Santa', an anonymous gift-giver for a community initiative aiming to bring some Christmas joy into the lives of people going through a hard time. He's partnered with Aziraphale, a librarian who has lost his home and bookshop in a fire. Through the power of Christmas Magic, Crowley ends up meeting Aziraphale in person when he takes his nephew to the library and is immediately smitten. He becomes determined to use his expertise and influence to give Aziraphale the only Christmas present that could really make a difference, but are some things too important to be kept secret?

- Mod D

[longbobmckenzie]

Season 6 Volume VII Thoughts

Okay, gangbang is cancelled. These boys are Not It™️. Well, except Andy.

Thoughts on the Boys

Hamish is the wurst. Honestly I'm not entirely surprised because he always did kinda look like a trust fund baby to me, but I'm sad for the people who were looking forward to him

Marshall's chat is dryer than the toast he makes. Ugh. I was excited for him because looks-wise, he's HOT. I want him to rail me. I had the hottest idea for him in the gangbang fic idea. But it's amazing how fast I soured on him.

Francis is exactly what I expected. Ew.

Andy is... really nice and sweet and precious. To be protected at all costs - therefore I will not couple up with him only to break his heart.

Other Thoughts

Me entering Casa, meeting the boys: "Hmm, something someone's missing." Honestly, having a separate date on the roof with Marshall was so weird

Also, Marshall sure mentioned being TWINS with Ozzy a whole lot of time, despite Ozzy never mentioning having a twin, and despite the assets indicating that Ozzy is 24 and Marshall is 27.

Same goes with the Ozzy story, like yeah I believe Ozzy fired him, but I don't believe Ozzy was a snake. It just seems like they wanted different things and Ozzy wasn't happy with the way Marshall was handling him. I trust Ozzy

I didn't actually take the gem scene to learn about Elliot and Grace but I heard afterwards and lol. Grace, girl... That whole situation is a mess

FB's obsession with celebs continues!

Okay, MC and Grace both seeing Marshall for the first time and thinking it was Ozzy? Um, beard and tats? Hello? FB, stop it with the twin identity crisis thing, please, I beg you. They're clearly different people. Also interesting how Grace didn't mistake us for Amelia this time, she's learning!

Another day, another special chat with Amelia. *yawn*

Okay, I'm just going for Marshall at every opportunity because I want the D, but HOW COME YOU CAN DO BITS WITH ALL THE OTHER GUYS BUT NOT HIM!?! Seriously. I checked the scripts and Marshall is the only one with a unique scene, the other boys all share the same one. Rude on so many levels.

Theories under the cut

Marshall is lying about being twins. He says it too much, so I think he's just trying to somehow gain sympathy with MC.

If you pick Marshall to share a bed with, Amelia starts to say he's the one she wanted to share with. She doesn't do it for the other guys. I think she'll bring him back if neither MC nor Grace do

Hamish is (thankfully) probably not an LI. Maybe one of the other girls picks him, but shame on them if so

The fact Bella points out that MC and Elliot are both single and it would be safe to pick someone means we're probably going to be forced to (I mean, we all thought this anyway). Might bring Marshall back just so I can dump his ass, OR pick Andy after flirting with Marshall the whole time

That's it, that's all. I honestly don't care enough at this point to think about all the potential Casa fallout.

I just want Roberto back.

[naehja]

Headcanon ask

C'est plus facile en submit que en ask, alors c'est parti ! :D

Hetalia - Francis (parce que je me sens nostalgique) : ☆ ▼

Persona 5 Royal - Morgana : ☾ ∇ ; Akira/Ren (protagoniste) : ♡ ♥

 Ace Attorney - Phoenix : ♒ൠ ; Kristoph Gavin : ★ ▼

Voili Voilou^^ !

Heyyy =)

Hetalia - Francis (parce que je me sens nostalgique) : ☆ ▼

☆ happy headcanon

Nothing make him more happier than cooking for his loved one. Even with not a lot of things, he can make delicious dish for everyone. Something people defy him to make a dinner with some ingredients. Well that's too much a cooking headcanons.

Anyways he also loves pretenting to be a history nerd in some cities, speaking with tourists and stuff like that.

▼ childhood headcanons

1) The first time he meets Rome, he stabbed him in the leg with a stick.

2) He was very close of Antonio, maybe more that from the other Children of Rome.

3) Baby Feliciano thought that Roma Galia was his big sister.

Persona 5 Royal - Morgana : ☾ ∇ ;

☾ - sleep headcanon

His bed is Akira's Bed. End of story. The beloved one of Ren/Aira WILL have to share. But whatever who is it in the phantom, Sumire or Akechi, they are fine to share, even if Akechi bickers a lot with the cat. He is very good anti-nightmares for Ren.

He also love to sleep on Akira's knees, in his bag, ect....

He can be a real gremlins.

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

Funny thing. He has been made for Akira/Joker, so he doesn't' age like a normal cat.  He ages in the same rythm than Akira and will die with him.

It's a magic cat who speaks after all. (ok not everyone can understand him but still)

So he live VERY long for a cat and people just think that Akira is so much attached to Morgana that he always earch a kitten who look like his old cat and give him the same name. Akira doesn't deny because that's give him a excuse to not justify that he has the same cat since years.

Akira/Ren (protagoniste) : ♡ ♥

♡ - romantic headcanon

He's a very romantic guy, the hype to plan his date for days.  He's very caring and attentionate. He's extremely loyal and protective.

He has always good idea for a date, like if he was reading in his/her mind.

(Also Morgana always hide in his bag when he goes to a date)

♥ - family headcanon

His parents were kinda neglectful, almost never at home, kinda controlling when they were at home. They kinda renied Ren/Akira when he go into probation. And they have never contacted him while he was a Tokyo.  When he go home, they accepted that he keeps Morgana but he started to search a appartement to live alone with his cat. And he really REALLY missed the attic of Leblanc.

When he'll have his own family, he'll be as much present than possible, give space to his kids if they need it, will be very protective. He'll be the cool dad who can be stern if needed.

Ace Attorney - Phoenix : ♒ൠ ;

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

He was no bad in cooking before, since he as used to live alone and wanted to keep a good health.

He started to make some efforts when he has started to team up with Maya because if he had not done it, she would eat only hamburgers or ramens. ("no maya, having different meat or flavor doesn't change a lot") Maya then asked him if he could make Ramens or Hamburgers, he said that yes he could, but he will not cook only that ("it's for your well being Maya").  He makes even more efforts when Pearl was coming to eat with them.

And when he adopted Trucy? He started to make EVEN more efforts. He buyed books about foods and good recipes. And he became very good.

ൠ - random headcanon

He has had nightmares about Dahlia for months (years).

He stays on a polite relation with Isis, visiting her in jail, and sending her letter time by time, but his feelings for her are just the ones of a friend. He goes at the monastery one time with Pearl and Trucy to do some camping. Sister Bikini was happy to spoil the girls.

People are kinda scared of his kinda invincibility (i mean look at everything happened to him)

Miles send newbie prosecutors who are a little to arrogant against Phoenix like a kind of....way to calm their arrogance?

Phoenix is very good in mind game.

Kristoph Gavin : ★ ▼

★ - sad headcanon

....ok i admit, he sees him like a selfish psychopath ready to do ANYTHING to reach his goals (manipulation, murders, ect) (i mean seen what he did to Vera), and so i have hard time to see him being sad

But let's say that he has been hurt to see Klavier teaming with Apollo (and so with Phoenix) against him.

▼- childhood headcanon

One day, at halloween, he lost Klavier in the street because he didn't want to hold his hand and blame his little brother for that by saying "he didn't listen to me" to their parents.

He tried music, but has never been as good than Klavier.

[multifandomfern]

👀

Ok so I've had an Angels and Devils AU for Gerame in my head for a while. It's a lot, so I'll put it under the cut.

In this AU angels and devils are enemies. They hate each other and constantly fight. A risky angel and daring devil fall in love and have a child. Frightened that they'll be found out, they abandon the baby and break up. The baby looks like an angel with a halo and wings, but he has fire power which is something only devils have. (devils can have fire and shadow powers while angels can have healing and water powers in this AU)

A young devil named Gilbert comes across the baby and is at first scared because it's an angel. But then he "confronts" the baby and figures out he has fire power. Gilbert is intrigued and decides to become the baby's awesome big brother. Gilbert raises Ludwig along with another devil named Arthur, and they teach him how to control his power. They hide him away from the other devils but try planning a way to explain the situation and not get shunned.

But those plans quickly get left in the dust when a new leader takes over with an extreme hatred for angels, even worse than before. Leader, he's more of a dictator. So Gilbert and Arthur help Ludwig escape their devil society or something not exactly sure what lol. But anyways Ludwig escapes and eventually finds himself among angels. He's really excited to see others like him, but he's also incredibly shy, a mix of nurture and nature. He struggles to find a place there until he meets Alfred.

Alfred is a pretty popular angel. He plays Skyball and is really good at it. (it's a made up angel sport lol) Alfred, he gets attention from everyone except his father Francis. Francis isn't exactly neglectful, but for some reason he's always busy working or worrying over Alfred's twin, Matthew. Matt is a quieter angel without any powers. Even though he got no powers Alfred envies him since he gets their father's attention and can get along with everyone. Alfred may be popular, but that doesn't mean he can get along with everyone.

When Alfred meets Ludwig he finds him interesting. Ludwig isn't like everyone else. He's blunt, awkward, shy and weirdly clueless about angels. Ludwig claims to come from far far away which Alfred unsuccessfully questions. Still Alfred enjoys Ludwig's attention, so he doesn't think too hard about it. The two start hanging out more and start finding themselves falling in love. Ludwig has a moment of almost telling Alfred the truth, but before he can, devils are evil comes up, that trope lol.

Continuing with tropes, devils later find the angels and attack them which leads to a reunion between Gilbert and Ludwig. Alfred sees and hurts Gilbert thinking he was going to hurt Ludwig. Ludwig gets mad and Alfred gets confused, and Ludwig finally explains. Alfred is angry and betrayed, so he leaves. Ludwig is heartbroken but pushes away his feelings in favor of helping Gilbert.

Then later there's of course an apology and forgive ness scene. So Alfred and Ludwig get back on good terms and realize angels and devils don't have to fight. So they make plans to stop the fighting and create peace. They gather people up like Arthur, Francis, Matthew and other characters in this AU I haven't mentioned. Then it's revealed that Matthew has fire power meaning he's part devil. That leads to Arthur coming out as trans, bisexual and as Francis's lover. Alfred and Matthew are Francis and Arthur's sons.

Then things somehow get resolved, I haven't really thought about that yet, but everyone is happy and accepting.

This AU is filled with tropes and cheesiness, but I still love thinking about it. I really do want to write it, but I honestly don't think I ever will. It's really confusing, long and things are always changing in it, so I think it'll just be something that lives in my head. If anyone wants to write it or take any ideas, feel welcome to. I'd just like credit and to be tagged :D

[goldenworldsabound]

Pre relationship

2,4 & 6

General

2, 3 & 8

Love

4, 5 & 8

Domestic life

4, 7 & 8??

Thanks Rattie!!! I will decide whomst for each question owo

Pre relationship:

What was their first impression of each other?

💸Francis - Francis was quite impressed by me when he took over the company. He also thought I'd make a fun fling and was determined to follow that through. Then he realize it was much more than that! As for me, I thought he was irritating as hell and hated that he was handsome- fdkjahf tsun tsun Aura-

omg tsun sounds like tsum I COULD MAKE PLUSHIES OF MY SIs IF I GET GOOD- anyway-

Who felt romantic feelings first?

💸Francis - meeeeee it was me fjkdshakjfds

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

💸Aura might have actually punched you in the face- KJFHEWKJFHEKJW they would have been PISSED AS HELL that you said that and denied it up and down. Francis wouldn't be so violent but he would dismiss it - he really did just initially see this as a fling until it developed

(the rest under the cut)

General:

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

🥼Rufus - yes! I have a fic- but to summarize, Rufus invited me out to dinner out of nowhere (MR PRESIDENT SIR?? I AM JUST NO ONE WHAT-), sent a Turk along with me to help me get ready with fancy dress and makeup and such, and then we went to dinner and it was lovely. We spent the whole evening chatting~

What was their first kiss like?

🍷Clayman - waaaa um /// right after we confessed to each other. It was a bit awkward cause we were shy but it was sweet and chaste and cute ///

Who gets jealous easier?

🍷Clayman gets more jealous

💸Aura gets more jealous than Fitzy

🥼Rufus gets more jealous

LOVE:

How often do they cuddle/engage in PDA?

🍷Clayman - all the time so long as we're in Jhistav/Clayman's castle. Even when we were still keeping it a secret fkjdsahfkjdsa it was pretty obvious. We become fairly shameless after that though nothing behind chaste kisses and sitting across his lap, mostly.

Who initiates kisses?

💸Francis - definitely Francis. Aura is very tsundere and shy so most of the time it's Francis. THOUGH! Aura will initiate sometimes either by like softly tugging on his sleeve or sometimes getting fed up with teasing and just planting a kiss on his face~

Who’s better at comforting the other?

🥼I don't know how to quantify this! I think we're both pretty good at it. I have fewer opportunities as compared to Rufus though because he's so used to keeping everything inside- so it's harder for me because he doesn't let me notice. That being said, just having someone who listens to him non-judgementally and that he can just is huge for him. And as for him with me, he prioritizes me when I'm upset above just about anything else so 🥺and he can make upsetting things go away with a snap of his fingers in many cases.

Domestic Life

Do they have any pets?

🥼Rufus - Darkstar! :D Darkstar is a big doggo. Doggo and Aura get along great, but she's Rufus' childhood pet!

she looks scary but actually she's baby when it comes to us uwu she will maul you though if you threaten either Rufus or I. But at home? Just a big doggo full of love :D

Who kills the bugs in the house?

🍷Clayman - This is a funny question because here's a picture of Clayman kicking a giant bug in half

not that these are normal bugs- fdkjahfa (also the big boss bug had an egg and my suspicion is Clayman is going to raise it rather than kill it - I am eagerly awaiting chapters).

the real answer may surprise you - it's Ava, the maid- KJFEHWFKHEWK

How do they celebrate holidays?

💸Fitzy - in fancy fashion!!! and with much excitement- fkjdhfa we have three categories of holidays we tend to celebrate. US holidays, Japan holidays, and Jewish holidays! Fitzy isn't Jewish, but he's rather familiar with customs and is happy to celebrate with me. He gets very excited about US holidays while we're in Japan, going especially wild on 4th of July (NO HE DOES NOT DO ILLEGAL FIREWORKS, I WON'T ALLOW IT FKJEWHFKJEW) and more chill for Japanese holidays. Usually he only deals with those when Aura suggests festivals as dates anyway, tbh.

[zirhlikuzgun]

January's classic experience: A classic saga of January's good-old adventures (prior to the Pokémon experience) - Part 131 = {Driving Ib and Ib - Part 131 🠊 The Triss team's sitcom show - Part 131 🠊 Parody adventures with Luffe and Sjanne - Part 131 🠊 The Angora guys by night - Part 131 🠊 Fritz and Poul (ft. Split) records their livestream commentary for "January and co.'s hero-brave sad-to-fab quest thru their hero-brave journey from sad to fab" - Part 131} ▶ [Mr. Müller's audio/video commentary for "January and co.'s hero-brave sad-to-fab quest thru their hero-brave journey from sad to fab"] January's hero-brave journey from sad to fab - Part 131 = [Mr. Schüster's audio commentary for "January and co.'s pre-historic quest"] January and co.'s pre-historic quest - Part 131 = January and co. saves the day, to break the pre-historic spell - Part 40: January and co. fights those crises in Planet Madson - Part 26: January and co. engages their super-hero-brave starmen-slaying struggles - Part 15: January and co. heads into the Madson-bit underground to recover the yellow pure heart ⁄ January and co. obtains the yellow pure heart ⁄ January and co. soars into outer space to retreat the green pure heart

And now, back to the show.

...by the geeky, butterfly-collecting ninja burglar, Francis, but anyway, another guardian named Barry witnessed the scene from behind a bush and tells the heroes how to reach Francis' base, so anyway, after passing through an underground area just like the underground level from "Pixeline and the Jungle Treasure", January and co. comes across some bases occupied by seides, hammer seides, bullet seides and Darkos himself, who proceeds to lose a one-on-one fight with January and co., cause Darkos explains that he was locked up at President Business' base and does not know how he appeared in the Madson-bit valley, and with some persuasion, agrees to rejoin January's gang on their journey, so now, anyway, January and co. swims across the tile pool, where they meet a new guardian named Thunke-robin, and uses him to defeat a giant monstrous robo-spider, so now however, beyond the pool, the heroes climbs the pixeling tree in order to use the winds blowing at the top to float over a gorge and reach Francis' base, but along the way, they run into Bad-penis, who transports them to the D-dimension and fights them, and then, he is defeated, brushing it off as a mere amusement, and monologues to himself that he was in face using it to gauge the heroes' strength in order to ensure they can defeat President Business when the time comes, but unaware of Bad-penis' plotting, January and co. continues onward to Francis' base, where they find another trapped guardian named Carrie and navigates their way through a sea of puzzles, Bronymaid robots, and nerdy memorabilia, and just then, when they reach Francis, he immediately develops a crush on Hugo and attempts to flirt with him using an electronic chat interface that he created, called Swoon.exe, but he rebuffs him and he is defeated in battle, and the surge of trust and happiness from the newly-freed Prism-o-robin calls forth the next pure heart from the castle. However, back at President Business' base, Bad-penis muses that the heroes might be able to defy the prophecy, but President Business is confident in his plan and calls for an unnamed new minion to take care of his foes, well eitherway, Heather Dillerbabe lingers after the other minions leave and tries to get President Business to reconsider, but while he does not give up after coming as far as he has, he gives her a chance to leave with his blessing, which she declines out of loyalty and love for President Business, but unbeknownst to both of them, Bad-penis eavesdropped on the entire exchange, but decides not to worry about it, since he has his own "projects" to attend to, and anyway, when the heroes returns to 3D-P.W.V.-polis, Psy-P.W.V. explains that the castle once belonged to the tribe of ancients, and the pure heart summoned by Prism-o-robin was originally sealed there by them, so he also acknowledges Darkos as an serious foe of the prophecy, well anyway, the heroes can then open the new green door to continue on their quest, so with that, at this point, January and co. has the option to return to the Madson-bit valley to collect Barry, who will say he is impressed that they managed to save Prism-o-robin, and besides, Barry is the first optional guardian. A few hours later, the realm beyond the green door turns out to be outer space, and the heroes are forced to return immediately to 3D-P.W.V.-polis and procure a goldfish bowl to use as a helmet in order to breathe in space, and eventually, they soon meet an Starman-look-a-like alien named Squishy-madson who serves them as both a guide and a living ray gun for attacking enemies, but they made a pit stop on Blobby-madson so that Squishy-madson could go to the bathroom, but the outhouse is occupied by a guardian named Flepy-robin, who does not exit until the heroes find him some makeshift toilet paper, so anyway, he then joins them and they all proceed through the outer limits to the warped, maze-like whoa zone, well however, right there, they are confronted by another one of President Business' minions, Ricky the G-Major (who are Ricky Rapper's subsequent evil twin), who...

We'll be right back after the break...

[trifoliate-undergrowth]

today my manager walked up and informed me that since I’m a seasonal worker and I missed a time limit on packaging an order by 1 minute that 1 time, if I miss another then that will be my last day on the job adios. she then without the slightest pause made me take a name for secret santa and explained the rules to me. I’m standing there like how am i going to participate in secret santa if i’ve been fired 

later, a fellow seasonal worker suddenly said something along the lines of ‘let me offer you some advice, ok? these people act really nice and they’ll laugh and joke with you and you think they’re your friends but they’ll write you up over the smallest infraction and fire you without a moment’s notice. do not trust them.” and I was like. yeah. yeah

fortunately this job sucks so I’m not terribly upset about the possibility of losing it

[koolkat9]

FrUk Week 2021: Day 1

@hetaliashipsweek

Prompt: Unrequited/Flowers 

Parings: Fruk with one-sided Frain

Word Count: 991

The Upside to Unrequited

Two weeks. It had been two weeks since Francis had confessed his feelings to Antonio, his childhood crush, and two weeks since he was rejected. Though Arthur, who had had his own childhood crush on Francis, should have been elated at the news, what transpired during those two weeks only hurt him.

The usually lively Frenchman had become quiet, even reserved. He barely ate, the bags under his eyes signaled he was having trouble sleeping, he wasn’t his normal flirty self. The most concerning of all, he stopped biting back at Arthur’s sarcastic remarks. Even in his darkest hours, Arthur had always been able to get on Francis’ nerves enough so to start some type of argument. But during those two weeks, Francis had ignored him completely. 

It made Arthur’s blood boil. No one was able to hurt Francis. No one...except maybe him of course. ‘Oh who am I kidding,” he thought as he pushed open the door to the florist shop, ‘we haven’t seriously hated each other since at least the 1800s.’ Would either admit that out loud? No, but after one stormy night in the trenches, cuddling up on the small bunk, protecting each other from the horrors outside, they had a silent understanding that their feelings towards each other had drastically changed. Something had definitely changed considering Arthur was currently purchasing a bouquet of red roses and baby’s breath in hopes of cheering his enemy (former enemy? rival?) up. 

“Shit, I’m late,” Arthur cursed, looking down at his watch. He put down the money and left without even getting his change. At least the meeting hall wasn’t too far when driving. He made it there five minutes late. It could have been worse, but that didn’t stop Ludwig from chewing him out. Arthur didn’t listen to a word the German was saying as his eyes wandered to where Francis sat. The man appeared to be reading over some documents, but Arthur knew better given the distant look in Francis’ eye. After being scolded, Arthur took his seat, stealing one more glance at Francis before turning his attention to the meeting. 

On the bright side, they were already about halfway through so only two more hours remained. Arthur’s nerves were on the rise which made the meeting go by even quicker. In no time, it concluded and it was time to give Francis the flowers. When he had collected all of his things, he looked over to where Francis had sat only to find him gone. As he made his way towards the door, he scanned the room looking for the familiar head of long blond hair. There Francis stood in the farthest corner of the room talking to that bastard of a Spaniard. Something deep inside began bubbling. Was it anger, jealousy, or both? Arthur couldn’t say for sure, but he began practically stomping over to the two.

When he came upon the scene, the first thing he noticed was the pained look in Francis’ eye that accompanied his strained smile. The bubbling feeling quickly turned into an eruption. "Mind if I take him? '' he cut in with a sickeningly sweet tone, "Wouldn't want to be late for our dinner plans."

Francis whirled his head around as Arthur took his place beside him. He tried not to look so shocked, but the way his lips drew into a line gave him away to the Brit. Before he could form a reply, Antonio piped up, "Oh what is this now? Glad to see you bounced back, but with Arthur of all people?"

"Oi!"

"Ah right dinner," Francis said carefully. "I had almost forgotten." His eyes landed on the flowers, which Arthur handed over awkwardly. 

“Goodness you must be getting old,” Arthur teased, taking hold of Francis’ arm, “anyway. Antonio, if you’d excuse us, we wouldn’t want to miss our reservation.” The three bade farewell and Francis and Arthur made their way out of the hall. “I can’t believe you’re still talking to him.,” Arthur yelled as soon as they were outside. “After everything that has happened, after breaking your heart, you still talk to him as if everything is fine.” 

"Even if he rejected me, he's still one of my oldest and closest friends. I’m not just going to cut off all communication because my feelings got in the way. Plus, it wasn't like he was mean about it when he turned me down."

"Talking to him like that will only make it hurt more though. Aren't you supposed to like... distance yourself from them and reminders of them?"

Francis shrugged. "That doesn't necessarily work for all people."

"But... But you've been...I... Forget it." Arthur shoved his hands in his pocket as he grumbled to himself. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a sliver of a smile make its way onto Francis’ face.

"Careful Angleterre, some may start thinking you're jealous."

"W-Well... What if I am..." Arthur kept walking, but that didn’t stop his cheeks from heating up. 

Francis on the other hand froze up, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. "Are you?" he asked, trying to keep his voice even.

"Don't know. It's either that or... gosh I can't believe I'm saying this. That or I'm angry he hurt you.” Realizing how that may have sounded, how honest it sounded, Arthur quickly added: "D-Don't misunderstand. I say that b-because only I get to do that."

When Arthur looked back, a beautiful, warm smile was radiating off the Frenchman’s face. It made Arthur’s heart ache and for a moment he considered pulling him in for a kiss and making him forget all about Antonio. But that took way more confidence and vulnerability than he was willing to give.

"Oh, I see." Francis’ smile turned into a smirk and Arthur knew he was a goner. He always seemed to know exactly what Arthur was thinking. "Is dinner still an option?"

"S-Sure." God he really was a goner.

[afrival]

i just got another fun hc idea that im probs gonna write myself eventually, but anyways- what type/pattern of face mask would the aot crew or the main hetalia bbys wear (if any. looking at you eren >.>) i saw that u wanted hetalia asks, so here ya go! :D

YOOO hi again ✌️ You said main hetalia crew so I’m gonna assume you’re gonna talking about the main 8 aka my absolute favorite crew

no warnings

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Alfred: An American flag mask and nobody knows if it’s a joke or not lmao

Ivan: All of his match his scarves or coats, currently his favorite is a white and lilac purple mask

Arthur: Has a Union Jack mask that is absolutely unrionic and a plain green one just in case

Francis: Sequence obviously or really flowery designs that look like they could belong to a grandma

Yao: Plain medical mask bc he already has hundreds, or smth like this

Ludwig: see the bonus hc bc he only uses that

Feliciano: Shit with goofy faces or mustaches on them! I also feel like he would have a few that are striped

Kiku: Mf doubles up with a medical mask and a cloth one. Like Ivan all of his match his clothing bc he’s fashionable

Bonus: They were all given plain black masks that have their country’s flag sewed in the corner, this is used for meetings or other shit related to their jobs. Gotta have a Professional look ya know

Tysm for the Hetalia ask I’ve been DYING to do some 😩

[scribblingfangirl]

GLOWING IN THE DARK #0 | The Punisher - Billy Russo

not my gif!

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Author’s Note: What is this? A new Billy Russo series? Yes, yes it is and then from someone who has only written Jaskier from 'The Witcher' (if the few lousy fics even count) and one Daredevil drabble. I really enjoyed working my way through multiple Billy Russo fics here on tumblr. And while I do not agree with his character (he's an asshole and definitely not a 'cute' bad boy), I am in love with Ben Barnes (*cough* Prince Caspian, Logan Delos *cough*)… so that's a problem. This is why I wanted to throw my own take into the depths of tumblr. Now, I'm no US citizen so I have no clue how the military, goverment and all these institutions actually work, but thanks to my good friends Internet and Google I might have a chance to not totally… hmpf it. Anyway, there will probably be some MAJOR mistakes, so as this will be an Billy Russo AU anyway, just look at it like an entire AU in general, yeah? But then again: It's the marvel universe so anything's possible. Thank you in advance! However, if you wanna swing by my messages and correct me and/or help me? Yes please, let's chat and bring me up to speed on how everything works! :D Anyway enough rambling, let's start, shall we? I hope you enjoy this prologue! This is more of a warm-up to have some slight context, Billy will make his debut in the next part.

word count: ~ 1.4k

summary:  A conversation on the way to the airport can lead to interesting new insights. (beginning of a Season1!BillyRusso AU)

warnings:  language and there are some sentences that are waaaay to long, punctuation mistakes (in general just a weak English vocabulary) 

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The guy sitting under the tree behind the picnic table you and your friends were sitting at had been playing the same song for the past 20 minutes. Worst thing? 10 minutes into it he even started to sing it out loud, or rather, tried to do so. 'What an Asshole,' you thought groaning, shook your head and started to massage your temples. "That's not how I imagined my first day back in the States to be."

Maria, your best friend, giggled as she threw an arm over your shoulder and pulled you into her side, patting your head mockingly. "What? Are you telling me the soldier boys over… well, wherever you're stationed don't have such angelic voices?"

"Don't know. Couldn't hear them over the purring of our birds. Though I guess they would have sounded the same. Like plucked chicken waiting for their death sentence."

"That's kinda what they are though…," you heard one of your friends mumble on the other side of the table. From the corner of your eye you saw how another one poked her elbow into her side.

Maria released you, seeing how the other ones had pained expressions on their faces as well and clapped her hands on the table. "Well. That won't work, will it?" She stood up, smiling and walked briskly to the man.

"Hey buddy. You know anything else? Because we're sick of hearing you butcher this one."

Joining your friends in laughing at Maria's comment you turned around and caught a glimpse of the man. Poor thing was turning beet red.

"Sorry ma'am. I'm trying to learn this new song."

"Struggling a bit, aren't we?"

"Yeah well, but I don't do requests. If you want one, it's going to cost you."

Three months. It didn't even take them three months after that first conversation to get pregnant and decide to spend the rest of their lives together. It was a beautiful little ceremony, rushed for sure, but perfect for both of them. It fitted right into their relationship. And what a relationship it was. You hated seeing the uncertainty in Maria's eyes now, but you all knew it would come to this. You liked to think that she was accustomed to this, having brought you to the airport multiple times. Yet, you knew this time would be different. She wasn't just bringing her best friend, she was also bringing her now-husband and soon to be father of her child.

"You know," you said as you heaved your duffel bag into the back of the car, "If any of you dares to make me this kid's godmother, or worse, aunt-"

"We'll have your eternal love and gratitude. We know Y/N, we know."

You jokingly glared at Maria before you opened the back door of the car and sat in the seat behind her. "Not what I was trying to get to, but I let you live in your little fantasy world. This way at least one of us can sleep peacefully at night." You regretted the words almost as soon as you said them. So you quickly added, "And you know what? I'll even add a promise of being the best godmother or aunt this kid could have if you call him Pete."

Maria started the car, her pregnant belly making it harder for her to manoeuvre, and shot you a quick look as she made sure that nobody was in the way while backing out of the driveway. "I am not going to call my baby after a bird."

"You're not going to call our child Sparrow or Robin? That's good to know, after all, it will be a Frank Jr.," Frank said, having only caught the latter part of your conversation as he had checked the door one last time before entering the car the moment it was on the road.

"Goddamn Frank… Old-fashioned are we? You do realize though that it ought to be Francis Jr. right?" You smirked as you leaned over and pinched his ear a little. "You're also going to make him sound like a banker or lawyer with that name. '

He grunted and swatted your hand away, turning to look out of the window. "Oh yeah, god forbid he has a safe job and can go home to his wife and kids every day."

Silence filled the car as you slowly slid back into your seat. There it was again. You leaned your head against the window and saw Maria searching for Frank's hand with her free one, holding on to him like a lifeline. After all, it was. Even the slightest touch counted now, as it would be well over a year until their hands would find each other again.

You sighed and watched the blurry landscape pass you by. You knew that you weren't ready for a relationship. You'd love to have one, envied Maria and Frank many times over the past three months but… You wouldn't be ready to leave it all behind, leave him behind. 'Get yourself a military man,' the people said. 'That would be worse,' you'd answer, 'The possibility of seeing him out there? It's slim.' It was already hard to stay in contact with the people you left behind. You couldn't imagine how it would be trying to catch up with another solider. And not knowing if he was still alive? If you'd be able to hug him as soon as you're back on friendly territory again? You pressed your lips together.

"What's the matter?" You met Maria's eyes in the little front mirror. "You seem lost in your thoughts."

You shook your head and sadly smiled at her. "Just thinking of how strong you both are. Sure there's no possibility of me convincing you to allow Francis Jr. to live as Pete instead?" You added the last part to raise the mood.

"What exactly is it with you and Pete? I don't really fancy to call my son after an amazing ex-lover of yours."

You smirked and turned to Frank. "As you know I'm a gunner on one of the UH-1Y Venoms the Marine acquired recently. Our callsign is Blackbird, but we all call him Pete." You stopped and furrowed your brows. "Not sure why actually. I guess the boys didn't like me having the honour of naming our bird and had to overpower me somehow."

"You choose the callsign Blackbird?"

"Yes sir." You did a little salute as well as you were able to in your seat belt. "Very proud of it. Inspired by me being a little bitch who loves shiny things, especially if those shiny things can cause explosions. The shiny things are the bullets," you added at Frank's confused face. "Because I shoot them at the targets to make them go boom?"

Frank grinned as he looked over to Maria. "You knew. That's why you've been pestering me into introducing her to Billy."

You raised your eyebrows and looked at Maria through the little mirror. "Wow hold on. Declaring me aunt of your child and trying to set me up with someone? Someone's gotta show you how to draw a line Maria!"

"Don't worry. I'll be sure to learn it together with my child. And as I recall it you made me the promise to make me sleep soundly at night, so don't start moaning at us. What you reckon Frank? You think you'll be able to meet up? Introduce her to Billy? Somewhere, somehow?"

"Na…," he muttered as he slid deeper into his seat, remembering again that you weren't going on a road trip but to the airport. "We're stationed in different parts of this goddamn mess. It'd be a big surprise if we ever met on the battlefield, right kid?."

"We're the same age Castle, but yeah. However, if we ever fly over your base I'll be sure to wave at you. And, who knows? If we do ever land near your base I'll let you introduce me to your buddy. If you managed to beat me in a friendly round of combat that is. Or else you'll call your son Pete."

"You guys are children," Maria muttered as she set the blinker to turn into the airport, but you and Frank grinned at each other and high-fived.

"Deal."

[holisticalecsecareanu]

This interview by ERA News Beta speaks to Alec about a varied number of subjects to do with his film casting and debut in GOC, but farther than that, Alec speaks in great detail about his journey in Romanian theatre,  his views on the state of Romanian theatre today,  his acting philosophy.

I found this an incredibly revelatory article about Alec because you don’t fully realize, until an interview like this,  the depth and breadth, not only of his intelligence, but of his strong beliefs and views regarding his chosen profession. It’s very different going from little snippets in interviews where Alec discusses mostly just one project, to this really comprehensive presentation of who he is as a person and an actor. Also, obviously being able to discuss such complex subjects in his native language, I believe, really allows him to open up more comfortably.

He has a -LOT- of strong feelings and responses to the questions the interviewer asks and he expresses them eloquently, intelligently, and also pretty bluntly, sometimes. It shifted, a little, and not in a bad way, who he is in my head, or rather, it fleshed out who he is in a way that all the quick sound bites and magazine interviews don’t.

I know, from this, that he will never strop striving to push himself and his abilities, to discover new and different ways to learn in his craft. This interview also goes a long way towards explaining how Josh, Francis, and he,  formed such a bond, because I believe they also hold these beliefs and commitments to the roles they take on and the projects invest in. It’s almost like kismet because what are the odds that these three individuals would have the same kind of approach to the story they were telling? I think that is why God’s Own Country is such a superlative and luminous film.

Also, the Fight Club production sounds KICK ASS and I wish I had seen it and I can’t believe someone didn’t tape it!

And, yes, that photo, because it never, never ceases to rock every aspect of my world.

This interview is in Romanian but, at least on Google, there is a Google translate button that appears. I have also provided the Google translated version below; am not able to vouch for it’s accuracy, but at least it is something!

Thank you if you’ve read this far. :-D

Google Translation of Interview Below. : 

The first British film brings a London agent to Alec Secăreanu

There is also news that one of the young aspirants managed a movie in Hollywood, and for a second people hold their breath, dismayed, wondering "what the hell is this?", Before the engines start again. and to see life beyond its course - Radu Iacoban once said to me, referring to an entire generation, actors who are making their way to a glory that neither they nor we know much about yet . It could have the American endorsement or the greatness of the European trophies, in any case it will no longer be possible to rely on the applause of those who built their illusions in the theaters where they were taken by force or on the admiration of those who dreamed of the two hours of the program. television of yesteryear.

Alec Secăreanu is not one of the 10-15 actors who appear constantly in the distribution of each of the films of the new wave, fueling the impression that only a few people have managed to finish the theater institute in Romania lately. But it has the merit of entering Tyler Durden's mind. And to enter Tyler Durden's mind is courage, especially since it is a dark mind, split into two completely separate universes, and in each of them reigns revolt in all its forms, revolt against the system, against consumer society, against to an absent father and, therefore, against God himself. It's an even greater courage to do this after a perfect director has already passed by, who explored his corners, in tandem with an iconic actor.

The first six rounds of Fight Club demonstrations were, at the end of last year, an absolute success in Bucharest, so the complete version follows, with sophisticated projections made by Les Ateliers Nomades - the company that made the famous mapping on the Parliament Palace - and imagined stunt figures under the guidance of experts from the Gladiator Association, which works in the good tradition of its illustrious founder, Szobi Csech. It's like we lost sleep. Anyway, Tyler Durden doesn't sleep either… Alec Secăreanu certainly sleeps quite a bit himself, since in the meantime he finished filming the first feature film in which he took the lead role, a kind of Brokeback Mountain with a farmer from Romania, the debut film of the British director Francis Lee.

There were nine weeks of filming in Yorkshire, enduring the "bipolar weather" of England, during which time he learned, among other things, to cut the hooves of cattle, to make cheese, to witness the birth of lambs. Oleacă already knew from the Fight Club. And in few percussions I surpass him, after Alexandrul Dabija's Requiem, from the National Theater in Bucharest. In addition to stories about the British system, a show business performance machine, news about new theatrical productions in Bucharest or evaluations of Romanian theater in general, from Alec Secăreanu I found out that there is an online radio that takes you far, Nice Cream FM , and something even more interesting, that there is Radiooooo, with five "o's", which allows you to choose from the map of the world what kind of music you want, in decades, from the beginning of the twentieth century to the present. «You can understand your decade and your country and listen to, say, Mongolian music from the '60s. It's something like Wikipedia, users are still uploading music, so they've already reached an impressive database, "says Alec.

Rep: Actors of your generation make most of the film and most make film outside. Ana Ularu, Iacoban, Bucur… a long series in which you have just been included, in the most honorable way, with a British production, a kind of Brokeback Montain as far as I understand, a love story that happens on a farm and involves a character born in Romania

Alec Secăreanu: The first feature film in which I had the main role, "God's Own Country" is Francis Lee's debut film. I really wanted a Romanian for the role, because the character in this story is Romanian, and the director wanted everything to be as authentic and organic as possible. Of course, the character has only a line or two in Romanian, not at all significant, by the way, for the story, so they could take absolutely any other actor who speaks English with an accent. But he wanted everything to be organic. The casting director from Romania gave more than 40 rehearsals and, a few weeks later, the director came to Bucharest and wanted to meet about 13 of us, a group from which he chose three actors. The three were in London for a final test, a so-called chemistry test with the other actor, the one who had already taken the role.

YOU HAVE TO HAVE EXTREMELY STRONG NERVES THOUGH, ESPECIALLY WHEN THE STAKES ARE HIGH. PROBABLY THE FIRST THING YOU NEED TO GET USED TO AS AN ACTOR IS TO BE REJECTED. YOU GO TO DOZENS OF CASTINGS, TO HUNDREDS OF CASTINGS, YOU GET FIVE OR TEN PERCENT OF THEM, TO THE OTHERS YOU ARE REJECTED AND, MOST OF THE TIME, IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT.

 They are simply looking for something else, the sooner you understand this system, the better. To keep your lucidity and show signs of mental health. And you have every reason to protect your health, since, in the end, the tool you work with is yourself and, if you break this tool or if it is defective, it no longer serves you properly. My character's name is Gheorghe Ionescu, he is a young Romanian farmer who went to work in England, who ends up working somewhere, in an isolated complex in Yorkshire, and there he meets a guy, the boy of the farm owners. An unexpected meeting for both of them, surprising, a friendship and a fascination are linked and the two end up living a love story, although neither of them identifies as a gay person. In fact, the film does not want to be a gay movie, but, rather, a story about people, a plea that some encounters are love. A very interesting creative connection was created between me, my colleague, Josh O'Connor, the director Francis Lee and Joshua, our operator.

We had two weeks of rehearsals, in which we discussed very well each stage of the script, each sequence, what happens to the characters, the history of each of them. When I started working, everyone in the frame knew what to do. I filmed a lot of exteriors, on which occasion I got to know very well the weather in England, which is dementia, you

have four seasons in one day, it starts with snow, followed by a storm, then hail, then the sun rises, then again it snows a little and so on. In fact, the weather was a real problem at the connections, because I was starting a frame in the sun and when I resumed it, it was snowing outside, so things didn't fit.

THE TWO WEEKS OF REHEARSALS HELPED ME BUILD THE CHARACTER, BECAUSE I HAD TO WORK ON THE FARM, I LEARNED TO WORK WITH COWS, SHEEP, TO WITNESS THE BIRTH OF LAMBS, TO CUT THE HOOVES OF CATTLE, TO MAKE CHEESE , LOTS OF THINGS. IF THIS THING WITH ACTING DOESN'T WORK… I LEARNED SOME EXTREMELY USEFUL THINGS, WHAT CAN I SAY.

Rep: I understand that the benefits were even greater, you chose an invitation to the British actors' union and a London agent…

Alec Secăreanu: I had the opportunity, for nine weeks, to work in a healthy system from the ground up, starting from the way the union works, to the fact that the actors from the British schools learn notions of personal discipline from college, in a broader framework for the management of the profession. I was treated as a member of their union. A month and a half after I finished filming, my agent received an email from the union asking if I had been paid for the work done, so that the warranty that had been withheld from the producers at the time could be released. in which they announced the film. What can I say… welcome to Romania!

I told them that I am not part of this union, they told me that such a contract in the UK guarantees me these rights and allows me to become a member. I'll be back on the 20th for a series of meetings, and we'll probably finish the talks on this occasion. In the meantime, I also have an agent in London, in addition to those who represent me in Romania. I started the relationship with my agent from Romania, Alexandru Harsany, from RAA (Romanian Artists Agency), two years ago, when I was just returning from Venice, where I stayed for about three months, at the Art Biennale, where I was a performer in an installation built by Alexandra Pirici. Alexandra…, a perfect artist… two days ago completed a performance that will be presented at the Tate, in London…

Returning to my professional path, my stake, I once told my agent, is to work abroad, because in the country, unfortunately, you have nothing to do. You just have nothing to do. Seven to eight films are made a year, which usually have the same cast. In fact, if you look at Romanian films from the last ten years, you might get the impression that only 15 actors have graduated from the University of Romania lately. Beyond this shortcoming, there is no market, the options are few, I do not understand how many of my colleagues manage. Well, I'm in this situation too. Outside, once you have a major project, some doors open, everything goes on.

HERE, I HAVE COLLEAGUES THAT PEOPLE RECOGNIZE ON THE STREET, BY SUBWAY AND BY BUS, WHERE THEY ARE MAINLY BECAUSE THEY DON'T HAVE TAXI MONEY. IT'S FRUSTRATING.

I worked with my agent in Romania, I updated my casting photos every six months, which means to make available to potential producers a picture of the state, in which you must be relaxed, not to frown and to highlights your features as best you can. We have updated, to the necessary standards, the video materials or CV presentations, ie that series of things without which you have nothing to look for at the door of a casting director or an agent. While filming in England, the producers there issued a press release announcing that they were filming and that they had a certain distribution. At time number two, Alexandru's mail exploded, hundreds of requests, questions and offers came, sent by casting directors, agents, an entire machine was set in motion.

During the filming in London, I had five days off at one point, and the producers arranged for me to meet with some other directors, agencies, to see how things worked. They are somehow looking for unpolished stones, hoping to find the next great talent. We don't have this culture. I know only one casting agent who goes to shows or to UNATC, to see new faces, and that is Domnica Cârciumaru. The others always work with the same people, and that's especially because they don't know other people, they don't look to see what actors there are on the market, they don't care. Romanian agencies do not have casting databases, for example.

There are real platforms out there for that. Our casting directors work from project to project. 'What I need, a 40-year-old woman. Where else have I had a 40-year-old woman? Aha, in the gum commercial. Well, let's call that one too - that's how things work. In London I had meetings with three agencies and I opted for a rather large one, The Independent, which deals not only with actors, but also with directors, screenwriters, a total of about a thousand people. I liked that it works as a boutique agency, they have 40 agents, every week they meet and discuss the projects that are on the market and to which they have access and then they try to promote the people they represent. In addition, this agency is open to the States. We will see…

Rep: Returning closer to home, you have a few shows in Bucharest, including Fight Club, one of the revelations of last season. The first six rounds of Fight Club demonstrations were an absolute success, so the full version follows… 

Alec Secăreanu: In addition to the most recent premiere, Fight Club, we have an extraordinary show at Godot, «Flowers, Girls, Movies or Boys», which we have been playing for ten years with great success. It is one of the first texts written by Mimi Brănescu, he being a basic actor, but lately he has reshaped himself on dramaturgy and screenwriting. A show about relationships, which follows the evolution of two couples, from the moment when future lovers know each other, until a little later, when they may lose love. It's a good, funny text, it catches the audience very well. I'm one of those lovers, a filthy neighborhood wannabe, the kind who feels like he knows them all, and obviously he's not.

His evolution is very interesting, he hits a person he underestimates, in any case he did not expect to have such an impact on him. The girl is from another social class and this very conflict between social classes arouses him and makes him get closer. In time, however, the two realize that they do not have much in common.

I KNOW, I KNOW, THERE'S A THEORY THAT OPPOSITES WOULD BE DRAWN, BUT THEY'RE MOST LIKELY DRAWN TO THE POINT WHERE THEY REALLY HAVE NOTHING IN COMMON. THEY MAY NOT EVEN MEET AT ALL, AND THAT'S THE STRANGENESS OF THE COUPLE WE'RE TALKING ABOUT.

I have another show at the National Theater, Requiem, directed by Alexandru Dabija, entered the seasons last year, things are going well. We expected him to be selected in the National Theater Festival, but it seems that was not the case. It is a text Vişniec, first placed in Romania, with references to an area that seems to be of great interest to Dabija now, more precisely the area of ​​war, the world of soldiers. Vişniec was also interested in this form in one form or another, if we think of "The Woman as a Battlefield in the Bosnian War".

most spectacular staging of this text. There was another show, once in France, he told me that he had seen it, but that it is much more extravagant. Dabija thought of an image show, there are costumes, there is scenery, there are quite a few actors on stage, about 20, some of them employees of TNB, most of them - collaborators. It is sung, it is sung beautifully, the music is by Ada Milea, some songs are really very nice, it is a kind of music specific to the instruments with which it is played: an accordion, a big drum - where I play… We have some marches and various others pieces that lead to the military music area.

I play the role of a soldier who still believes in victory. The story takes place in a cafe Chez Vişniec, a place where soldiers meet who are preparing to return home, who dream of the triumphant march and the glory of reception in their cities. All sorts of people gather at this cafe, some who have never believed in victory, others who have believed, there are some who still believe that victory is possible - all sorts of psychologists synthesized from this theater of war.

What did not delight me about this text is the fact that the characters do not have an evolution from one end of the show to the other. A logic does not have to exist, it is an area of ​​the theater that Vişniec has accustomed us to, but the characters, although very vehement, with a very strong speech, were suitable for a well-deserved development.

Rep: Do you believe in victory? Or have you not fought your big battles so far?

Alec Secăreanu: No, the great battles did not take place. But we started with a few fights, some of which we lost, others we won, others are still contested. I lost, for example, the struggle with the idealism I had at the end of college. I was very disappointed when I finished college, very disappointed… I had high expectations from the Romanian theater market, I hoped to have a vision, a coherence, a general enthusiasm. Of course, everyone wants to be part, at some point, of a movement that means something. I'm still part of the independent theater area, so I never relied on the state theater to do anything for me.

BY THE WAY, I THINK THAT THE STATE THEATER HAS ENTERED A KIND OF SHADOW CONE, IN THE SENSE THAT, AT LEAST THAT IS MY IMPRESSION, IT HAS BECOME MANNERIST, IT HAS NO IMAGINATION, IT HAS STUCK IN SOME RECIPES THAT SEEM TO WORK AND, WITH FEW EXCEPTIONS, NO ONE SEEMS WILLING TO DEVELOP NEW THEATRICAL EXPRESSIONS.

And in the latter case, the high hopes and high expectations were primarily for them, because they manage the funds needed to do that. Every year they have to put on a number of shows and I look in amazement that they are not trying to discover anything, they are systematically going to areas where they have been before, they only walk on dirt paths. It's not the commercial that has to bring the world to the theater. There may be a commercial area, but I think it is our duty, of artists, actors, directors, to push the boundaries a little, to invent new ways.

But the independent theater is currently identifying itself as an area of ​​precarious means. You do shows that catch the audience - logically, otherwise you can't finance yourself, the setting is, most often, modest, consisting of two chairs and a table - since there is no money for something more sophisticated, the costumes are also as they are - most often the actors come with their clothes from home. It's a poor theater, let's face it. If you try to look for what is happening in the independent theater, the first time you notice the lack of funds, and you notice it as a spectator and it would not be your job as a spectator to see things like that. It can be seen that the director made a kind of compromise with the money to make this show. While in the state theater a lot of funds are lost.

There are exceptions, of course, but my huge frustration is that you see shows with extraordinary budgets and you don't understand why the money went for such a show, which doesn't bring anything new. While in the independent theater there are so many ideas and so much desire to work, but there is no funding for their realization. I was really talking to someone the other day, because we're looking for funding for Fight Club, and I was asked, okay, beyond funding, what's the business? Let's get along, we're talking about an art form, and monetizing art in this brutal way is harder to imagine, because our stake is to try to develop new theatrical languages, we need grants, state aid, maybe even the private area, the effort is not made for a show to be sold like this, to fill the halls.

If you want that, you have a party, you call the world, you play a few more instruments, you say three more poems and that was it. Either way you want to go, the discussion inevitably reaches the area of ​​the diseased system, which you have little to do, except to try to build it from scratch.

I have a cultural association with some colleagues. We realized in 2007, when we finished the University, that there is no point in hoping, that we will not receive any kind of help from the theaters, where even now the places are blocked.

I WOULDN'T SAY THEY AVOID YOUNG PEOPLE, BUT RATHER THAT THEY ARE WARMER WITHOUT US. THERE ARE A LOT OF EMPLOYEES IN THEATERS WHO DO NOTHING, BUT KEEP THE SEATS BLOCKED, TWO OR THREE SEATS APPEAR ONCE EVERY THREE YEARS.

IT'S A KIND OF SLAVERY, PEOPLE WORK IN A WELL-GROUNDED SYSTEM, WHICH NO ONE REALLY WANTS TO CHANGE.

In fact, the same situation is in every state institution, many people who receive a meaningless salary. And these are not theater companies, to say that they are families, but they are state institutions, financed from the budget. One is an independent, self-financing theater company and theoretically is allowed to do whatever it wants with its money, and another is a budget-funded theater, obliged to function for the public and to educate it, to arouse it, to motivate it. . If you put the same pieces of Caragiale and Chekhov every year, and only that, and only that…

Rep: There are all kinds of public calls lately for the elimination from the scene - from various scenes - of the generation we call, coded, "golden", as we saw calls of some intermediate generations, I would not know how to define them , to finance somewhat less intellectual productions, which have at least some connection with the public. Where is the truth? And with the golden generation, what should be done, ideally, from the point of view of the new wave you represent?

Alex Secăreanu: Who else is today a consumer of magazine theater, for example? They are nostalgic, and they know where to find their shows, and they somehow look for them by virtue of inertia. I have no problem taking care of established actors. I appreciate them as history and there are some from which I had a lot to learn, because they are better than me. Victor Rebengiuc, for example, with whom I worked for a short film called Casting Call, written and directed by Conrad Mericoffer, is a man from whom I learned a lot. The story follows an elderly actor, who is called to a casting, but it is not necessarily about the elderly actor, but a generic meditation on the condition of the actor, because we are all, in fact, in the same situation. I played, Paul Ipate, Victor Rebengiuc and Sergiu Costache.

I learned a lot in the short time I spent with Rebengiuc, how to behave in a team, how to approach a role…

IT'S LIKE CHESS. IF YOU PLAY WITH SOMEONE WHO IS BETTER THAN YOU, YOU LEARN FROM HIM. IT'S NICE TO HAVE SOMEONE BETTER BEAT YOU, BECAUSE YOU LEARN FROM HIM.

There are cases, however, in which it would be in the best interest of the actors in question to give up, as is the case of Radu Beligan, for whom I have a huge respect, but who has advanced a lot in age, goes through natural stages of life, to simply remember the lines, it is simply no longer possible. What we want from this story is already doing him a disservice. It's just an example. With reconfigurations and reinventions it is harder… but actors like Victor Rebengiuc and Marcel Iureș believe that they went in different ways from the very beginning, they wanted more than they were offered and they looked for more.

In this profession you never stop searching, because as soon as you get the impression that you know them all, you enter a very dangerous area, an area where you don't come up with anything new, and the viewer feels that. You have to surprise him, he has to see you doing something new, otherwise there is no stake.

Rep: Fight Club… You were able to get into Tyler Durden's mind, a courage, probably, after his twisted imagination was once explored by David Fincher, with the iconic film released in 1999. What you found there ?

Alex Secăreanu: Fight Club… is a story that, for me, started many years ago. I read Chuck Palahniuk's book in 2006 and I thought that this book must be a theater show. The idea bothered me for many years, until last year, when the stars lined up, I said it would be time to do it, especially since I found an exceptional team. We developed ideas, we had a lot of meetings in which we kept challenging the imagination, to see where the story can take us, and finally we were ready to put everything into practice. Sure, we hit the funding. Arcubul financed us for the show, which is a complex one, with multimedia elements, videomapping, fight scenes, music,

It was a test for us first of all, to see if our ideas work, if the team works. After the first six rounds, we realized that we are on a very good road, which must be continued. We can bring new elements to the theater, we can develop new languages ​​in the theater, we wanted from the beginning to make an experience for the spectator, a one hundred percent experience made for him. We wanted the spectator, when he left the theater, to feel that he had received a punch in the stomach. We got pretty close to the goal, all the people said, after the show, that they lived that thing that we felt when we were little and we watched a karate movie, and after the movie you wanted to jump around the house, to give more and you a fist, try another scheme.

He left absolutely no one regardless of this show, which is very important. We need some more money to set it up the way we thought it would. The amount is not large for a state theater, but huge for an independent theater. About 60,000 euros. Usually, in the independent theater you say, come on, how much do we have, 5,000 euros? Let's do it, we come home with more clothes, we cut another set, we give up that one, the other one and we did the show. When you have thought of an artistic approach in a coherent way, you cannot make concessions like this. You can not. There are elements, means that you absolutely need to build your convention fluently, to say what you wanted to say.

THERE ARE ALSO PRODUCTIONS AT TNB OF ONE MILLION EUROS, APUS DE SOARE, THIS ONE FROM TEN YEARS AGO OR WHEN IT WAS MADE, TWO SEASONS WERE ALSO PLAYED AT REVEDERE.

There is also a record amount for a show that has never been played before. I don't know how much the funding was, but let's remember that in the year of Caragiale, a theater wanted to do D'ale Carnavalului somewhere, at the Metrorex Halls. They equipped a hall with bombers, cars, an entire fair built from scratch, and the show was never done again

[aziraphales-library]

Do you know any good fics where Crowley goes back and is there for Warlock after the apocalypse?

Here are some fics in which Crowley and Warlock reconnect after the almost-apocalypse...

Truth is Stranger Than Fiction by asideofourown (T)

Onscreen, the interviewer gave a blinding smile and then said, “Mr. Dowling, since I have the privilege of being the first to interview you, I get to ask— what inspired you to write your novel?”

“I had a bit of an odd childhood,” Warlock said slowly, his head tilted slightly.  “While I was living here I had a nanny who took care of me for a few years, and she… inspired a bit about Ms. Cassandra in my novel.  Likewise, inspiration for Mr. Felix came from my family’s gardener when I was a kid.”  His lips twitched into a tiny, fond smile.  “They were a bit of an odd pair, Nanny Ash and Brother Francis, but they had a pretty big impact on me.  I guess you could say a little of the novel was inspired by what I wish my childhood could have been like— just a bit special and fantastical.”

The TV screen went black, and Crowley looked down at his fingers, frozen in a snap.  He had miracled the news off without even realizing.

Crowley leaned back against the couch and then ran a hand over his face.  “Bloody fucking hell,” he whispered.  

[Warlock writes a book, and reunites with some old friends]

Almost Familiar by MickyRC (T)

Warlock couldn't help being a little underwhelmed by Soho. There was nothing there that really struck him.

Except that bookshop. That weird little street corner that didn’t match up at all with the bars and clubs all around it. That place was interesting. The paint was chipping, and the windows were too dusty to see through, but it felt… safe, sort of. A calm little patch of quiet at the center of London’s hustle and bustle. Something about it was… almost familiar.

In which Warlock thinks he's been abandoned, Crowley and Aziraphale think Warlock is dead, and they all find each other anyway.

A Nanny? In MY Summoning Circle? by pukner (NR)

(it's more likely than you think)

Warlock "Lockie" Dowling summons a demon.

Or, he buys a book off a suspiciously familiar bookseller and is convinced into demon summoning.

It goes about as well as you'd expect.

Babel by the_moonmoth (T)

Warlock meets the godfathers. Or: the only way out is through.

What’s In A Name? by lyricwritesprose (G)

When you're a rich kid at a private boarding school, what do you do? You get together in someone's dorm room on a Friday night. You get some illicit alcohol and you do something stupid for a lark, like trying to summon a demon.

Warlock Dowling is a rich kid at a private boarding school.

You see where this is going.

what you feel is what you are by suzukiblu (T)

Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis retire at the same time, without any warning or anything. Warlock doesn’t need a nanny anymore and it doesn’t matter who the gardener is, but . . .

But they retire without any warning, and they don’t even say goodbye.

Not to him, at least.

Like a Ghost at Break of Day by OrdinaryRealities (T)

In which Aziraphale and Crowley offer to adopt Warlock. Warlock takes them up on it.

- Mod D