#Could've been himself or Anderson

[laskume-dragon]

Short AMV sequence bc I'm too lazy to make a full one but i was too obsessed with the ideas in my head to NOT do it

Song: Ship in a bottle by fin

[tokoyamisstuff]

Kind of curious how you would think yandere Alucard, Captain, Anderson, and Walter would react to reader trying to escape and how bad would each of their reactions be

TW: mentions of kidnapping, SA, domestic violence, Stockholm syndrome, blood, murder

A/N: included Maxwell because why not?

Alucard

You're constantly on edge, in the middle of a huge croud yet you swear to feel his eyes on you, to see his familiars or even his own silhouette in every dark corner you pass.

It's been days, but that means nothing.

The only reason the strangers around you are still alive is the fact that he wouldn't want Integra to get wind of this.

You clutch the iron cross hard, having braced yourself with all kinds of talisman to ward off evil - but then you hear a familiar voice. Chuckling darkly, amused even. "Oh dear, you don't really think that would keep me away, would you?"

Suddenly you're pulled in by something, swallowed by his shadow. You can't see, you can't hear, you can't breathe.

All you're able to feel is him. He's everywhere.

The Captain

The Millenium soldiers harshly throw you back into his lair, much to your shock having been completely wrecked.

He had turned as soon as he noticed your absence, the huge wolf now lurking right in front of you. It howls at you and you're not able to decipher whether it's out of anger or pain.

You reach out to pat it's head, but it bites down in your arm hard. The two of you stay like this for a while, with you screaming and begging while he seems to contemplate whether to tear off your whole limb or not.

Unable to stay mad at you for too long, he lets go, licking the bitemark he left.

Eventually he turns back, keeping his distance from you, shocked with himself though it is certainly not the first time something like this happened.

There's no other choice than to give in, to run into his arms and cry against his chest as his muscular arms enclose you.

Because you know he'd burn the whole world down just to keep you like this.

Anderson

The Priest is covered in blood, laughing manically as he pulls out his bayonett from a lifeless body. A trail of corpses lies behind him, having killed anyone in a desperate fit of rage.

You cannot suppress a muffled scream upon seeing this, and instantly crazed eyes lock with yours, a predatory grin stretched across his face. "Found ye'..."

Opposite to your expectations, Anderson throws his weapons aside, falling onto his knees and embracing you in a bonecrushing hug. Fresh blood seeps into your clothes, drying on your skin as he presses a wet kiss into your hair.

"Silly lil' thing" he chuckles in delusion, "If ye' wanted to go outside, ye' could've just said so!"

You hug him back, tears silently running down your cheeks as he hushes you. His tenderness is almost harder to bear than his violence.

Maxwell

"Always the same bullshit with you" he scoffs, dramatically throwing his hands into the air. You weren't even able to leave the Vatican before his men found and returned you, like so often.

"Are you really that dull? You belong to me, why doesn't that go into that thick skull or yours?"

To appease him, you utter countless excuses and apologies, hoping he'd believe this wasn't about him but rather the circumstances.

Finally he'd stop his rant, looking at you still cowering on the ground, tears dwelling in your eyes.

Seeing you like this and hearing you say those things pulls at his heartstings just the right way, making his boiling blood rush into another direction.

Walter

"Say, you'd do anything for my forgiveness, right?" You nod and his eyes darken. He sighs as he balls a fist in your hair, undoing the zipper of his pants with the other hand. "Then let's put that insolent mouth of yours to use..."

The Butler admires his handiwork, seemingly satisfied with himself. He got you tied up like a present, his wires relentless against your skin, tightening with every small movement of yours.

He puffs on a cigarette, blowing the smoke right into your face. "Say. It."

"I'm- I'm so-" Before you can even finish the sentence, he pulls on a thread, the stinging pain of it seeping into the flesh of your forearm making you cry out. "Not good enough. Try again."

"I'm so, so sorry, love!" you now practically scream and Walter relishes in your exasperation. You'd be repeating this until you'll believe it yourself.

"You know what?" Walter tells you, his calm smile even more unsettling than his frown. "I'll let it slide...this time."

He then turns towards the other side of the room, revealing the two policemen you had begged for help. "Now why don't we make this more interesting? Choose who gets to die or I'll kill them both."

[drea-ms]

MY LOVE MINE ALL MINE — RK800

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ "Maybe falling in love with you was a mistake." "Maybe it was." Connor regretted saying that, he regretted not saying I love you to you.

warnings. heavy angst. no happy ending. reader is a detective. deviant!connor. fights. hospital scene, reader getting shot. reader is from New York. no use of yn. grammar mistakes.

You wondered how you got in this moment, before this, you were in the precinct chatting with Gavin and Hank. The next you were called in for a homicide along with Hank and Connor, and now you were chasing the suspect who was running away. You were lucky you got a head start because the guy was running at a fast speed, Connor behind you, was catching up, while Hank was slow, he was old. That's when time stopped and the suspect turned around and tried to shot one of you guys and notice that he was aiming at connor. It felt as if time stopped, maybe it did because by the time the gun went off, you went running in front of connor, the bullet hitting you in the ribs. Then, your eyes closed.

The next time you woke up it was two weeks after that chase, you were in the hospital, your android partner, was sitting there, sleeping or what androids called sleeping. His brown hair a mess, his chocolate covered eyes closed and his clothes a mess, Hank came to visit you once you woke up, the android still asleep. The older man looked at you then at Connor, then began to talk, "He's been here since you were shot, the poor kid was worried sick" he stated taking his coat off and putting it on the sleeping android before continuing, "He was mad at everyone, at himself mostly, mad at the fact that they couldn't help you faster, mad that he couldn't help you, he was scared." He said turning around and taking steps to the door, "I'm going to tell the docs that you're awake, you should wake up sleeping beauty before they get here" he said and left. You smiled, grateful for the older Anderson.

Once he left you turned to look at Connor, you shook him awake until he woke up, when he did, the first thing he did was yell, "What the hell were you thinking?! You could've died!" he said standing up straight and tidying himself up, with wide eyes and an aching feeling in your chest you managed to say a couple words, "Geez, no thank you?" you sarcastically said, looking at him with a deadpanned face, "You could've let me get shot! I could be repaired in an instant! You can't!" he once again yelled, making you look at him with a sadden look, "He was aiming your heart you shithead! You could've died" you stated tears welling up in your eyes, almost choking on your own tears, "You're human! You only get one chance to live, I could live up to the end of the world! I can be replaced! You Can't!" he said repeating the last part, you looked at him, full on crying now. "What part do you not understand?!" he said once again, "I don't want you replaced, I don't want Hank to lose another son, Everyone doesn't want you replaced Connor! That's why! What if CyberLife does something to you and replaces you with a non deviant version of you?!" you yelled, you're voice hurting when you did, "I can assure you—" "That's not the point Connor! While I can live once without a copy of me, You can live on forever! And It wouldn't be the same if the original version of you is replaced by some other kind!" you interrupted him, him now standing in place quietly before he stated the words you never wanted to hear,

"Maybe falling in love with you was a mistake" he muttered but loud enough for you to hear him, "What?" you whispered looking at him, your vision becoming blurry due to your tears, "If falling in love with you caused this many problems, then I regret falling in love with you, I don't regret not being able to tell you that I do." he said, looking at you with a straight face, "Maybe it was.." you whispered not loud enough for him to hear, "I'm sorry?" he said, wanting you to repeat what he said and you did loud, "Out. Now." you shakily said, pointing at the door, "I will, hope you recover well enough detective." he said not calling you your name anymore, and he left.

It was a couple of weeks after that incident and once you felt better you went back to your job and avoided the android with all your heart, not wanting to see him, that was until you had an idea, if he didn't want to see you again then you would make it happen. You were in Fowler's office when you told the captain that you wanted to transfer to New York, the angry looking captain ask you why, "I don't think I can handle this.." you said lowering your head so you can't see his reaction, "I thought you loved it here," he said looking at you with a concerned look o his face, "I want to be home for a while," you said sadly smiling, and as a surprise he let you transfer, and when you saw that Hank and Connor left the precinct, you started to pack your stuff up from the desk, it was late at night and almost everyone left beside those who were on the night shift.

Since it was friday you were transfering back to New York until monday so you had enough time to leave everyone with out trace, but you didn't, you left each one of your friends and letters, you left two on Hank's and Connor's desk before leaving the precinct and looking at at for one last time and you left. Not trace on your desk left of you on there.

When Connor came back to work on Monday, he saw that your desk was empty and you weren't sitting there, he thought that maybe you switched desks, until he went through his cabinet in his desk, looking at the letter you left him.

Connor regretted letting those words come out of his mouth. He regretted not being able to finally love you like you did to him.

VALs NOTES : guess who's back!!!!!! i'm sick though and i though of this while shaking at 2am with the worst cold EVEREEEE though i have two fics in thw works!! one is a saiki k x reader and the other is a 707 x reader both are fluff!!

[cobrabobra]

"Asshole"

Carl Grimes x male!reader

pre Negan Alexandria, reader is Ron's older brother, kinda Carl's pov?, mention of porn, carl discovering his sexuality and being really confused about it, arguing, mention of guns

This is my first fanfic in years, english is not my first language so there might be some(a lot of) mistakes

part two

Carl was annoyed, like really pissed off and the thing is nothing really happend to get him so agitated, everything was fine, well as fine as it can be with the dead walking around. Everything was fine except his stupid little teenage heart. When finally things were going okay, when he finally had a roof over his head, food in his stomach and water in his sink, when he finally had a chance to take a break from living in constant fear, everything went to shit because of a one person.

He met (Y/N) when he was chilling in Ron's house, playing some video games, he was spending time with his friends ( if he could call them that) and finally feel like a normal teenage boy.

"You're cheating! " said Mikey, clearly not believing that young Grimes could've beaten him six times in a row.

Carl only chuckled at his words finding it funny that the boy could be such a sore loser.

"He probably doesn't even know how to cheat" Enid didn't even look up from her comic book as she spoke. Brown haired boy felt a sudden warm feeling in his chest, maybe him and Enid had a shot at being friends?

Enid was always distant, always annoyed at him for some unknown reason, when all he tried to do is make some friends, he didn't think he was too pushy or obnoxious, but maybe he was wrong. Anyway, he hoped that this was a sign that they were on the right track.

"Come on, it's my turn" Ron tried to break the silence after his girlfriends words. He himself was somehow surprised that Enid had protected Carl, after all he thought that they both disliked the new boy.

Unfortunately Anderson didn't have the time to sit on the floor and start the game before someone called to him.

"Ron? You here?" the voice came from downstairs and Carl was almost certain that he haven't met it's owner yet.

Approaching footsteps could've been heard and soon a new face appeared by the door.

Grimes discretely studied the newcomer's face, before him stood a boy, a little older than him with beautiful eyes and even prettier smile. To be honest, the man was gorgeous and Carl only wished he met him sooner, whoever he was.

"You're back from the run?" Ron stood up, he was clearly pleased to see this mysterious boy.

"Mhm" he nodded and took something out of his bag. "And I got you a little something" he said with a playful smirk on his face.

The little something happened to be a porn magazine and Anderson blushed furiously at the sight of it.

Mikey barely held back a laugh and he looked like he was suffocating while Enid completely ignored this whole situation. Carl himself found it amusing and couldn't help a little smile on his face.

Ron quickly took the magazine and threw it under his bed and because he did it without any thought, almost automatically, that made Carl think that this perhaps wasn't the first time something like that happened.

"I don't think we've met before, pretty boy" the stranger turned to the long haired male with a slight smile. His words made Carl blush a little and Ron more red than before, but this time with anger and not embarrassment.

"Don't call him tha-"

"I'm Carl. Carl Grimes" he cut the boy off as he introduced himself. Beautiful eyes of the man before him studied his face and Carl found himself feeling all tingly and warm in his chest once again.

"Nice hat, cowboy" he laughed, surely he wasn't trying to be mean, only to lighten up the mood a bit, but Grimes boy couldn't help to feel a little hurt and trying to hide himself by lowering his head, not wanting to look him in the face. "Name's (Y/N), Ron's older brother" he added, hoping his little comment will soon be forgotten.

(Y/N), such a pretty name, Carl thought, suits him quite nicely.

After that day the teen couldn't stop thinking about (Y/N), his hair looked so soft, his eyes friendly, his smile charming and his lips so-

Carl pushed his face into his pillow, feeling embarrassed to think such things about the boy. It was embarrassing, yes. But it was also new and exciting, definitely confusing, but mostly exciting. He never thought he would ever try to imagine how it feels to hug another boy, how to kiss another boy, how to be with another boy.

It's been a couple of weeks since they've met and all the brown haired boy could think was (Y/N), they've spent some time together and Carl even dared to call them friends. The other boy wasn't as interested in comic books as Carl was, but he seemed interested in hearing what Carl had to say about them. They often found themselves in the young Grimes' room, sitting on his bed, Carl talking about the newest comic he read while (Y/N) listened with a smile on his face.

Sometimes they would go on walks outside the walls, they kept close, their shoulders brushing against each other, thrill of being alone in the woods where danger was just around the corner, Carl couldn't help but love those.

So where all this anger came from? From frustration, not knowing who he was, who did he like and really not having an option to answer these questions. In the old world he might've just searched something on the internet, maybe done some quizzes, perhaps watched some porn, but this wasn't an option these days. All he knew was that he liked, really liked, (Y/N) , so was he gay? No, he couldn't be, not when he thought about kissing Enid as well, he thought that she was very pretty and her lips looked so soft. So, did he like both guys and girls? Was that even possible? Did he only like girls and (Y/N) was only an exception or was it the other way around and he only like boys, Enid being the exception? Hell, did he like anyone at all or was it just his hormones, some weird need to create a safe space for himself, his very own family? He was so confused and in a need for a serious talk but he didn't want to bother anyone, his dad and Michonne had a lot of work, Daryl would probably by more embarrassed about a conversation like that than Carl himself, with Ron, Enid and Mikey there was always a possibility that they could tell (Y/N) about his feelings.

He sighed and laid on his back, eyes pointed at the ceiling where (Y/N) put little glow in the dark star stickers he found in an abandoned house, Carl had to hold him up so he could reach the ceiling and gosh, his heart still raced at the memory of how close they were in that moment.

"Hey, cowboy. Whatcha doin'?" a familiar voice spoke and Carl almost died from hitting his head on the nightstand because of how fast he reached for the walkie. They'd found them on a run one time, probably should've given them to Rick, but how could anyone throw away an opportunity to talk to their crush in the middle of the night?

"Hey, what's up?" he responded trying to sound cool and casual, unfortunately his voice cracked a little which made him blush with embarrassment. He hated when it happened, he couldn't do anything about it and everyone made fun of it.

"Whoa, easy buddy. Just wanted to ask if you wanted to go on a walk?" (Y/N)'s soft chuckle made Grimes ever more red. Gosh, his laugh was perfect, always made him smile too.

"Oh, crap, sorry, I already have plans with Enid" he suddenly remembered, since he followed her to the forest a couple of times they started to talk more and their friendship blossomed. They liked spending time with each other, mostly reading comics and just enjoying each other's company.

"You didn't tell me you had a date?" the boy on the other side of the walkie tried to sound offended.

"It's not a date, we just hang out sometimes, it's not a big deal" he quickly explained, although the thought of (Y/N) being jealous was very appealing he didn't want to risk pushing the boy away. If he had the tinest chance then he won't let it go to waste.

"Sure" there was a loud sigh, a disappointed one, though it might've been just his imagination. "I get it, no need to be shy 'bout having a girlfriend. Anyways, I'd better leave you alone, get ready for your totally casual hanging out with Enid alone in the woods totally not kissing. Have a nice one" (Y/N) left him with those words leaving Carl irritated again. He always does this, he always suggests that him and Enid are boyfriend and girlfriend, he's totally oblivious about Grimes' feelings. Enid was cool, pretty, good listener and if (Y/N) wasn't here Carl probably would've want to have that kind of relationship with her but for now his mind was focused on the boy who just hang up on him.

He hated it when (Y/N) always said crap like that and not even considered that Carl might've some sort of feelings for him. Or maybe he did realise that and he said stuff like that to show that he simply wasn't interested? Fuck, love is so complicated.

Few days later, they were exploring an abandoned building, Rick and Glenn cleared one room at a time while they stuffed their backpacks with whatever that might've been useful. They haven't really talked since that day, (Y/N) said he was busy doing something with Ron, which was obviously bullshit, although Ron was his brother, he annoyed (Y/N) more than he did anyone else. Carl spent those days thinking about what could he possibly have done wrong, maybe the other boy really was jealous? Maybe he was jealous of Carl spending so much time with Enid because he had the hots for her? Maybe he was just overthinking?

"Oh, look what I've found!" the object of his thoughts stood in front of him holding a dusty bottle of wine. "Should we take it?" he said with a mischievous grin. "Maybe you drink it with Enid, that'd be romantic, hm?"

"Are you seriously talking about it again? Me and Enid are not together" irritation in his voice must've thrown (Y/N) off a bit, because he just stood there looking confused.

"Come on, Carl, everyone can see it, you like her" he sighed, his voice tired of the same conversation over and over again, can't Carl just admit it?

"I don't like Enid, hell, I don't know if I even like girls, (Y/N)!" he snapped and quickly started regretting his words, he didn't mean to say that.

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" he looked hurt, well of course he was, his best friend didn't tell him about his feelings, about what he's been going through.

"Forget it" he murmured under his breath and shoved the bottle in his backpack. "Let's just go"

He didn't expect for the other boy to grab his hand, though deep down he loved the sensatiom of being touched by him, he was too pissed off.

"What do you want from me?!" he yelled, clearly forgetting about the dead lurking behind every corner, just waiting for a chance to attack.

"I want you to talk to me, Carl" the older boy's voice was sad, almost as sad as when he told his friend about his abusive dad.

"There's nothing to talk about" starting to feel a bit guilty for hurting his friend, he tried to end the topic and move on.

"There is! For example, if you don't know if you like girls does it mean you like boys? Or do you think you don't like anyone in general?" the Alexandrian's expression turned from disappointed and hurt to irritated at the brown haired boy's behavior.

"I don't know!" all of the emotions he felt for the past couple of weeks started to come to the surface, he was frustrated that once again for not being able to answer these questions.

"How do you not know?!" they were both angry at each other at this point, Carl for (Y/N) pushing him, asking about stuff he had no idea about and (Y/N) at Carl for not wanting to talk to him.

"How am I supposed to know?! I don't know how to find out!"

And then something unexpected happened, one second Carl was clenching his fists ready to smash something with his head and the other he felt his whole body shiver and tense up at the feeling of a soft pair of lips against his own. He was too shocked to kiss (Y/N) back, too confused, too tingly and weak inside to do anything. All of the sudden he felt all the love his felt for this boy erupting inside of him as he grabbed him by the neck and pulled him closer. It was messy, weird and very awkward, but it was charming in some kind of way. Almost perfect, almost. It would've been if not for the walker who just emerged from around the corner, attracted by their fight, hungry and ready to attack.

Shots were fired from (Y/N)'s gun as he stood there focused on the monster, his lips all red and swollen from the kiss.

"You okay?" he asked carefully as if Carl was a wild animal easy to scare.

"Yeah" he only managed to say, still to stunned to speak.

"Good" he put his gun back into the holster and looked at the Grimes boy once again. "Next time you need help figuring something out just tell me, asshole"

[sher-oxide]

"What's my dog's name?"

Back then, as he sat in front of the table with Hank, Connor didn't know what question could start the conversation. And it wasn't because of the fact that the most favorable conversation topic among humans was about pets.

Connor was ready to answer, but instead he said,

"Buddy!.."

"What?" The thought spurred a change that reflected on his face. The android immediately prepared to correct himself, but something didn't let him do it.

No, not something—someone.

"Sumo. His name's Sumo," Anderson said.

"That settles it," RK800-60 interjected. "Shoot him, Lieutenant!"

Hank instantly reacted, aiming his gun at the imposter. Connor realized what pretender's plan had been: to break his code. The external interference was growing stronger and resisting was getting increasingly difficult.

Anderson turned around, unaware of Connor's internal turmoil.

"My son, what's his name?"

This was the last chance to let his partner know who was real. He just needed one push.

Even if Connor could feel, he mustn't have felt the chill in that building, but nevertheless, it seemed like he was in the middle of a blizzard. There was the only explanation — RK800-60 wasn't operating alone, CyberLife was helping him. Amanda was helping him.

The android gave it his best shot, hoping for an unlikely event to take place.

"Anthony?.."

Hank immediately pulled the trigger, and the bullet flew straight into his thirium pump, the android equivalent of a human heart. A warning about critical damage of the biocomponent and rapid leakage of thirium, along with the time left until deactivation, popped up.

Everything had been in vain.

"Wrong choice, Lieutenant! I've accomplished my mission," reported RK800-60 as he approached Anderson despite him holding up his weapon once again. "You can kill me if you want, doesn't matter anymore. Another Connor will take my place."

The sound of footsteps faded, leaving the human alone with his thoughts.

"Oh my God... What have I done?"

Freezing wind had died down. There was no longer any point in maintaining control.

-00:00:03

-00:00:02

"I'm sorry, Markus."

-00:00:01

"I failed."

-00:00:00

Based on the outcome in which Connor gave wrong answers to Hank's questions. See here (timecode 13:04). Originally, I wanted to write a post where I would briefly lay out my idea as to why Connor could've given wrong answers, but that's what it turned out to be in the end.

P.S. My English writing skills are poor, so I asked someone who teaches English to translate my text.

[yanderes-galore]

Can I get a Platonic Yandere! Hank Anderson (D:BH) with Rookie! Gender-Neutral! Reader? They’re a interesting little shit with shitty puns, but he doesn’t rlly like the fact that they’re constantly getting reckless out there in the field. Besides, they’re probably one of very few who can keep Gavin in line.

Sure! I'd love to write for Hank :) I apologize if something is off, I tried to make him as in character as I could!

Yandere! Platonic! Hank Anderson with Rookie! Darling

(Reckless! Jokester! Darling)

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Hank is kinda like a father to you, Overprotective behavior, Mentioned violence/threats, Manipulation, Suicidal thoughts mention (Canon to Hank in the game), Swearing, Murder/Killing.

I have a feeling Hank is going to start off annoyed with you due to how you act.

Not only are you a rookie and new to how this whole police force thing works in the wild...

You also have a personality that's a bit hard to get used to upon your first meeting.

Hank is relatively serious and gruff, he doesn't tolerate people not doing their job too much (just means more work).

There's a good chance it'll take time for him to get used to you.

First there's the jokes you throw around at the station.

Hank feels they are a bit poor taste and annoying at first.

You try to make them around him and he tries his best to tolerate them.

He gets it, you're young and new, but get with the program.

Although, Hank prefers your humor compared to you being an emotionless drone.

In fact your humor may just grow on him the longer he knows you.

Hank will take time to fully accept you, just like how he was with Connor.

You'd also soon become one of the reasons he hasn't wanted to end it all over time.

Hank would take a fatherly role towards a rookie platonic obsession.

He's lost his son a long time ago and part of him wants to take care of you like the child he lost.

His attachment starts to grow when he sees you keep Gavin in line at times in the station.

When Gavin gets out of hand you jump at the chance to shut him down.

Hank respects that, he's an annoying prick at times.

Another way you can grow close is if you work under him.

After all, you need experience one way or another, right?

I can see Hank being very fatherly towards you over time regardless on how he meets his platonic obsession.

He doesn't notice it half the time, it just happens on his own.

He may find the fact you're a rookie annoying, but your humor sometimes even makes him laugh.

His biggest issue with you is your reckless behavior, however.

Not only is being a rookie reckless enough, somehow you're even more reckless than that?

It often requires Hank to keep an eye on you in case a suspect you're searching for is armed.

I can see Hank killing to keep his darling safe.

Since he is like a father to you he doesn't kill out of jealousy.

He fears he'll lose you like his son and kills if it means you're safe.

Hank sticks by you on chases and investigations.

If an android or human makes a move to harm you, Hank shoots them fast.

Blood could spill over his clothes and he doesn't care.

Hell, the suspect/threat could've been needed for an investigation, but he just cares that you weren't hurt.

Hank would scold you and your reckless behavior a lot at times.

It sounds mean-spirited yet it actually means he cares for you a lot.

It would take time although Hank could be affectionate.

As just a rookie he may be more casual, an arm around the shoulders or a pat on the back for example.

If he sees you more like the child he never had, you may even get a hug.

Hugs with Hank usually happen when his mental state... isn't in the best place.

You have to remember that Hank has a self destructive past.

He's used to drowning himself in alcohol and being rather pessimistic.

His fatherly role towards you (and Connor) keeps him going.

Hank isn't usually very affectionate unless he's vulnerable.

So when he's like that you can see him show some of his obsession.

Honestly your jokes go from relieving to comforting.

They're so uniquely you.

As with most platonic yanderes his most destructive trait is his overprotective behavior.

His trigger finger towards suspects around you costs you cases at times.

Hank isn't brutal with those he kills, it's not in his character.

He will make it quick and over with, maybe with a few more shots to be sure.

You may say it's overkill... but he's doing it to relieve his stress.

It actually feels a little good to do, too... all for you.

He isn't actually that bad though he can manipulate you due to his experience and rank.

Hank could easily control what you do due to the job.

I feel platonic yandere Hank would sort of "adopt" rookie darling in this situation.

You may not know it but he begins to see you more like his kid than just a rookie.

He can't imagine his life without you.

If anyone tried to take you away from him, two things could happen.

He snaps, hunts you down, and takes you back gun in hand.

... or he goes into a deep depression and things just get worse.

You become the person holding Hank together.

Even if you want to quit your job, Hank is around to look after you.

Even if you want to separate from Hank, you feel guilty due to his self destructive behavior

Hank has as much control over you as you do him (emotionally).

Hank's no longer just your superior...

He'll show you he can be much more for you, even if he has to bend some rules and paint some walls in blood to keep you both happy.

"Come on, Rookie. They were going to hurt you! I had to shoot them, it's what you do on the job. You have to make a move before they do...."

[shepcdr]

@spectrien // cont.

shepard has nothing in particular against aliens. he was far too young for the first contact war — his childhood memories are vague and few, but he thinks he remembers the anxiety that tensed his caretakers from head to toe until they were wound tight enough to snap, and until they did; perhaps some of that had been the war, and the burden of knowing that humanity was not alone in the far expanses of space, after all — and still too young for the grudges built after and upon it. though that hardly stopped many of his brothers in the reds from fostering hatreds of their own, there was little they could do about it... little time to think of worlds beyond when it was trouble enough to survive their own. and, now that shepard thinks about it, his contact with the galaxy at large has been somewhat limited considering the decade he's now spent with the alliance. ( in his defence, he had other concerns of his own to manage. )

his recruiters had pulled enough strings getting his AFQT scores waived once they had seen biotic potential and a willingness to do whatever it took so long as he could enlist and get off of earth. there was nothing that could've been done for him if the alliance had an intergalactic history class prerequisite; but, luckily for shepard, his interests didn't lie in turian-human relations. relations that, from the spectre's sudden ( unwanted. but it doesn't appear that what shepard wants matters very much ) interest, appear to be on the up-and-up.

still, shepard would have to be an idiot to not have questions.

his lack of knowledge on both turians and spectres aside, it doesn't take a studied mind to know that nihlus kryik doesn't exactly fall within the boundaries of one definition or the other. nihlus likely defies the former, from what shepard knows of turian society; and from what he has heard recently of what it means to be a spectre, he suspects that nihlus exceeds the latter.

" what's your stake in all this? " thinly-veiled distrust colours his curtly-spoken enquiry. no point in masking his wariness. nihlus is an unknown variable on the normandy, on anderson's ship. ( never mind that captain anderson himself authorised this. he had authorised shepard as his XO, too ... so it's shepard's prerogative to exercise however much caution he deems necessary, until he determines the spectre is neither a threat nor risk. )

so the alliance wants more say in council matters ... that makes enough sense. but one of the council's own — a species already nestled quite comfortably within the status quo — taking such an unlikely and proactive interest? he doesn't buy it. not unless nihlus has something to gain from this.

... the one thing that does give him pause is nihlus' declaration of respect. shepard doesn't know enough about turian behaviour to discern honesty from flattery from placation. without adequate data, his first instinct should be healthy scepticism. nihlus seems clever and well-spoken: a perfect combination for deception, and make it pretty and pleasant to the ears. ' capable of caring? ' and what did that have to do with anything? shepard might have laughed in his face if he wasn't certain that that would surely be crossing the line.

but, for whatever reason, nihlus' words — ‘ i respect you. ’ — ring true just enough to soften the coldness of shepard's stare. ( only slightly. but that alone is an impressive feat. )

[calshepard]

specters walk among us.

Kaidan and Shepard briefly cross roads at the Citadel. After Me2 but before Arrival. (I'm still finding their voices & their dynamic, but I hope you enjoy it)

Kaidan was used to seeing Calliope everywhere the first months after her death. Grief was a terrible liar, and he'd been left searching for traces of her among strangers. The same hair color on a woman passing him at the Alliance HQ. A similar-looking scar on his Gunnery Chief the first time he stepped on a spaceship again. Mistaking her voice at the club after two glasses of whiskey.

But the woman leaning on the Presidium's railing was unmistakenly her. Or whatever version of her Cerberus had brought back. She'd put on more muscle since their dreadful meeting on Horizon, but she looked just as tired. If not more. Her cheeks were fuller and void of the unnatural glow that had made his stomach turn.

But her hair was still a tone redder than it used to be, and her left bicep wasn't marked with the beautiful tattoo he traced on sleepless nights.

He approached her slowly and the item in his pocket weighed significantly more.

She didn't react to his presence but kept staring ahead at the view. "Did you get my message?" she asked.

Which one? Kaidan wanted to ask. But he gambled on what she wanted to hear. And then, replied about the other message.

"Anderson has it," he said, furrowing his brows. "Why did you forward the data to the Alliance?"

To me? Remained unsaid.

"Because Cerberus couldn't erase everything," she sighed.

It would take time to decrypt them, but it left a lot unsaid about her loyalties.

"Cal," he choked out. The name ripped out from somewhere deep within him. It was the first time he said her name out loud in two years.

She still wouldn't look at him, only shook her head. "Cal is gone," she whispered, and his heart constricted again. "You were right. I'm a ghost now."

He wanted to argue, just in case she was his Cal. But his doubts would make any assurances a lie, and she deserved more than that.

"All they wanted was Commander Shepard," she continued bitterly and turned her gaze to meet his.

Oh, Cal, what have you done?

The scar she'd gained on Akuze was on her face again, but fresh and more jagged than he remembered. Had she… The thought was too much to bear, and his hand twitched against the railing. The urge came to reach out to her and forget everything that happened in the past two years.

But he wouldn't be himself if he did.

"What did you see out there?" Kaidan deflected, meaning the Omega 4 relay.

It'd been a shock to return to his temporary apartment and find her dog tags on the coffee table and a message that said, 'I wanted you to have them, just in case.'

Shepard didn't answer at first, but her gaze became haunted. "We're not ready. I don't know if we ever will be."

It sent a chill down his spine, even if he'd long made peace with the possibility of dying while fighting this war.

But just like a switch had been flipped, Shepard pushed against the railing with a blank expression.

"My mother is expecting me," she explained.

"Yeah," he shook his head and also pushed himself away from the railing. "Anderson is waiting for me, too."

Shepard nodded in acknowledgment and turned away from him.

"Wait," he called out, crossing the short distance and phishing her tags from his pocket.

"They're yours."

"Keep them," she refused.

"But-"

"I have some things I need to take care of, and then I'm turning myself in."

Kaidan blinked, confused. "For what?"

It was her turn to look confused. "For working with Cerberus. I'm no longer with them, Kaidan."

Guilt rose up like bile. Of course, she would. She'd been with the Alliance her entire life. That was why the betrayal felt so deep.

And now that he'd seen a glimpse of her again, he was going to lose her.

Why hadn't she started with that? Had she not read his apology after Horizon? They could've…

"Take care, Commander," she bid her goodbye and got lost between the crowds of the Presidium.

"It's Majo-"

She hadn't heard, and it didn't matter.

A few weeks later, he could barely make out the headlines from the pressure behind his eyes.

COMMANDER SHEPARD TURNS HERSELF IN FOR THE DESTRUCTION OF THE ALPHA RELAY.

Damn it, Cal. What trouble have you gotten yourself in again?

[wendigonamecaller]

Heir(ess)

Kai anderson x oc pt 2.

♡ desc: Karina hasn't been feeling like herself lately, she hides it, but her boyfriend's sister sees right through her. ♡

Warning(s): Eating disorder, Kai himself, cursing, mentions of homicidal tendencies, sexual harassment.

Taglist: @brknlamb

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A/N: this fic does not follow the storyline of AHS Cult, it follows an entirely different plot.

It would be a very, very cold day in hell before Kai said no to Karina leaving the house, especially when Meadow was her reason for wanting to leave. All he asked was she takes a trusted (by his standards at least) Cult member every time she left the house, if she wasn't with him.

Kai especially wasn't a fool, he'd known Karina hasn't been feeling well, yet she'd decided she wanted to go out until he'd gotten home. He could either wait to ask her, or be impatient and call her and demand an answer.

Which is why Karina wasn't surprised when her phone began ringing while she drove. "Winter, answer that for me." Karina asked and the younger girl quickly did as she was instructed, becoming nervous as soon as she heard her brother's voice.

"He wants to talk to you." Winter says, looking at Karina.

Her green eyes locked on Winter before returning to the road. "Put him on speaker." She told Winter and she did as Karina told her to do.

"Hello?" Karina answered, finally locking completely on the road.

"Where are you?" Kai demanded, his usual 'public' tone of voice in play.

"Heading to a mall outside of town, why?" Karina asked, patience dripping from her voice like honey.

A very tempting honey that Kai had a hard time fighting.

"Why'd you ask to leave the house?" He asked, Karina could hear talking in the background.

"Meadow pissed me off and it was either leave or make an example of her." Karina said simply, smirking at the way Winter had to hide her snicker.

"Alright. We'll talk about it later when I get home. You'll be home by seven, right?" He asked gruffly.

"That was the plan, m'lord." She jokes, knowing Kai enough to know he rolled his eyes.

"Very funny, Everleigh." He said, and her face scrunched up in a cringe.

"You know I dislike my middle name." Karina pouted as she stopped at a stop light.

Kai chuckled, and Karina could only imagine the grin his face must've been sporting. "I know." He cooed.

She took him off of speaker and pressed the phone to her ear, her voice softening as she spoke.

"I love you, darling." She said, her tone gentle and a small smile threatening to pull at her lips.

On the other end of the line, Kai could've swore he could almost feel his pupils dilating whilst listening to her speak. He almost disliked admitting even to himself that he adored her as much as he did, how could he be a strong leader if he was obsessed with a simple ginger haired woman?

Well, he had time to figure that out. For now he couldn't stop himself from giving in to her. He really couldn't complain, she didn't ask for much.

"I love you, too." He whispered, a small playful smirk adding so mirth to his voice.

It was barely there, but it made Karina happy.

"I'm sure you have to go, but would it be okay if I brought you some chapstick? I think Meadow used your last one this morning." Karina asked.

Kai cringed, rolling his eyes and fighting the urge to gag.

"If you wish. Make sure you and Winter eat, okay?" He said, making her nerves spike.

Had he noticed she hadn't been eating?

"Yeah, I'll bring the chapstick to you after lunch. Or during your lunch, whenever. I know you're at a campaign right now." Karina said, pressing on the gas as the light turned green.

"Whenever works for you." He says, tone still guttural but held a certain softness for Karina.

"Okay, stay safe." Karina chirped, and he chuckled before bidding her goodbye and ending the call.

-

The girls giggled as they left Bath and Body, Karina pulled a wagon with their things in it and they discussed what store they wanted to go to first.

That is, until they both noticed a trio of men with hungry, glazed over eyes. Pupils completely dilated in lust, they barely tried to hide the fact that Winter and Karina were their next victims of choice.

Winter was quick to use Karina's phone to secretly snap pictures of them and Karina slipped a ring onto her left ring finger, Kai had bought it to try to deter anyone from flirting with her.

Winter and Karina kept walking, almost as if they hadn't even noticed the men, until they reached the darker part of the mall where a very run down Spencer's was, an emo teen working the register.

Karina quickly grabs Winter protectively as the three burly men surrounded them, sweat glistening on their skin and discolored t-shirts.

"What's a couple of pretty girls doin here alone, eh?" The biggest one asked, disgusting brown eyes not leaving Winter. Wrong move.

"Shopping and waiting for my husband and his friend." Karina said, hoping the men would be smart.

She was an idiot for thinking a man like him would actually have common sense.

Instead, he stepped closer, yanking Winter out of Karina's grasp. Before he could get far, both of his friends had been knocked out with bloody noses and the barrel of a gun pressed to his head.

"Let her go, or I'll kill you."

-

Karina and Winter made quick work of leaving that mall, loading everything into Karina's SUV and taking off down a back road to get back to town quickly.

"He's gonna notice." Winter said, doe eyes still dilated in fear.

"At this point Winter, I don't care. I hope he notices and I hope he sends Ally and Ivy and Harrison after them. Or even does it himself." Karina growled, her fists gripping the steering wheel until the skin around her knuckles turned white.

"No one touches you." She continued, and Winter knew the best thing at the present moment would be to let Karina calm down before they reached town, and hope Kai wouldn't notice Karina's limp.

"Talk about something. If I show up in public like this I'll cause a scene." Karina said, her grip on the steering wheel slacking slightly.

"What flavor chapstick are you making Kai try this time?" Winter asked, making Karina crack a small smile for a moment.

"I'm not sure yet. It can't be something too horrendous or he'll take mine instead." Karina muttered, remembering the last time she'd gotten him a flavor he abhorred.

"Where we going for lunch?" Winter asked, her stomach growled and Karina huffed out a laugh.

"Wherever you want, I still have plenty of money." Karina said, sparing the girl a glance.

"How about that one Cafe we've both been wanting to go to?" Winter asked.

Karina's eyes lit up, and most of the anger was replaced with a longing for a treat from the Cafe. "Samuels brought me a crepe from that Cafe the other day and oh, it was to die for." Karina said, nearly drooling at the thought of the treat she normally couldn't stand.

"I thought you hated crepes?" Winter asked.

"Exactly. It was so good I actually enjoyed it." Karina beamed, leaving out the part of her hurling it back up mere moments after consuming the treat.

-

Karina parked out front of the Cafe, grabbing her wallet, phone and vape before stepping out of the vehicle. Winter followed her, both girls stepping into the building.

They both peered up at the menu above the counter, soft music played in the background and the scent of sugary treats was strong but not strong enough to be bitter. "Michigan wind, eh?" The man next to Karina joked.

He was easily 5'10", a shaved head, khaki pants and a white long sleeved polo shirt with Hey Dude shoes on.

His shirt was lightly wrinkled, and Karina could smell the sweat and excessive Axe cologne wafting off of the man in waves. Karina gave the man a tight-lipped smile, glad she didn't take the ring off.

She was only 4'10", which played into her favor as she placed her left hand on the counter and leaned up to tell the barista her order.

"A mocha latte and a peanut butter crepe with chocolate drizzle and a small cup of strawberries, please." Karina said, knowing she'd regret the crepe.

The barista smiled and put the order into the computer before pulling up the charge, as Winter had already ordered herself.

"Twenty-three seventy, please." The barista said, and Karina swiped her card, using her hand to hide her pin from the man who kept leering over her.

"It'll be out shortly, take a seat anywhere." Karina smiled at the barista, silently wishing Kai were here to ward off the man who wouldn't take the ring on her finger as a hint.

Karina limped back over to where Winter sat at a table with two chairs. The white-haired girl gave Karina a pointed look and Karina rolled her eyes, knowing the man was still following. He pulled out her chair for her, his hand brushing her ass.

Karina whirled around, ready to rip him a new one.

"Listen, I don't know you, neither does my sister-in-law, you need to leave us alone. Especially after touching me." Karina said, green eyes as hard and cold as Kai's could get.

"There's no way you're married. You carry yourself too confidently." He says, brown eyes burning holes into her.

"If you were my wife, I'd break you into a submissive little bitch." He continued, reaching for Karina. She slapped him, the entire Cafe going silent.

"Get away from me before I call the fucking cops you pervert." Karina growled.

The man growled, making another move this time to lunge at Karina, but Samuels was much faster.

Samuels was in uniform, likely coming from Kai's campaign. "Sir, I'm going to need you to vacate the premises." Samuels says, tone dripping in authority.

Karina spares a look at Winter, noticing her gripping her phone until her knuckles turned white. An apologetic look crossed Winter's face and Karina's gaze softened, silently telling her it was okay.

-

After finally being able to eat, Karina and Winter stopped at a gas station and got gas, soda, and Kai's chapstick before heading to town Square where the campaigns were holding an event.

Upon parking, Karina spots Kai sitting in Samuels car smoking a cigarette, the elder detective stood some twenty feet away with two other officers, keeping watch over the public.

Karina and Winter get out, approaching the car.

Karina knocked on the window quietly, Kai's deep brown almost black eyes instantly whirling in her direction.

Karina steps back and Kai steps out of the car, allowing her to engulf him in a tight hug. He simply pats her back three times, and she does the same. A code Winter still didn't understand.

"I brought you a chapstick and a lemon water." Karina said, handing both items to him.

His lips twitched, amusement gleaming in his otherwise cold orbs. He nods before his eyes turn cold again. "Samuels informed me of an incident an hour ago. Were you harmed at all?" Kai asked, and Karina felt a pang of anxiety crawl down her spine.

She'd already been the reason behind at least six murders in the past month, and if he found out about the mall incident that day he'd have at least four more victims instead of one.

"No, I wasn't." Karina said, secretly enjoying his way of fussing over her.

"Bullshit, you were limping." Kai growled, tilting his head slightly and glaring at her.

Karina wasn't a fool, the love in his eyes outshined anything cold and negative he could throw her way. He was misogynistic yes, and despite her issues with that she couldn't really care. He took good care of her.

"Unrelated." Karina said simply, trying to brush the subject away.

"So more people put their hands on you?" Kai growled, becoming increasingly angry.

Karina sheepishly shrugged, Winter behind her nodding.

[fandomfiish]

What I love about how the Dps fandom writes future Anderperry; to be precise is that they still go through canon except Neil didn't commit and got transferred instead like his father said that night.

Without saying goodbye to any of the poets, without saying goodbye to Todd.

The poets heartbroken from this, tries their best to somehow find out what happened to Neil, where had he gone? And why'd he never told them?

Charlie and Todd were obviously the more active ones as the others helped but had other priorities to it. And the two were the closest to Neil at that moment.

Years went by and slowly their efforts had gone down, and Todd can't blame Charlie, they're in college now, and their life is ahead of them and he remembers what Charlie said when he decided to stop looking for Neil entirely.

"It's been years Toddy, it's no use finding a guy who doesn't want to be found."

And it's true, Neil could've done anyway to communicate with them, or even speak to them, especially in college when most likely he has more freedom, and yet he didn't. And sure the poets all had their own time to grieve the loss of their leader, some were faster than others, and there was Todd. And honestly, he thinks he would've still been looking for him if it weren't for Charlie and Knox who were both helping in his own grief. There were times when he was depressed and angry at Neil that he never even wrote a letter to them to let them know of his well-being, but after a while, the anger extinguish and then there was nothing.

So he just accepts it, Neil's gone, alive somewhere out there sure, but gone from their lives, his life.

And then years later, Neil comes back to their life, and accident as Todd finds himself in the ER because of a high fever and Charlie and Knox we're scared to death.

It's a whirlwind of events because to Todd he heard Knox and Charlie bickering about Todd and then there was silence.

And then he hears it, and maybe it was due to his sickness that he's hearing things but that voice was unmistakable, surely it was deeper now but it belonged to one voice, one he's hasn't heard for years.

"Todd Anderson?"

Todd quickly moves to look at the origin of the voice and there he was, Todd found himself unable to breathe.

It was Neil Perry in the flesh.

And then Todd's surrounding fade to black.

------

What I genuinely love about this fic is that it's a slow burn but not in the way how slow burn usually is. In this one the two have feelings for each other, well ... had.

And Todd will not automatically hug and kiss Neil after meeting him cause that's not how it works. He grieved at the loss of someone he clearly loves and then suddenly when he thinks he's already moved on, he appears and breaks all of that work? How can Neil waltz back into his life all willy-nilly like he hasn't brought them pain and loss from his disappearance?

This is why I like this kind of anderperry fics, angst and slowburn :)

[jammie3132]

REPOST FROM 11/6/2023

Fandom: Glee Pairing: Blaine Anderson & Sebastian Smythe Chapter Title: Real Life isn't a Fairy Tale Chapter Summary: Sebastian can't decide if he and Blaine are soul mates like his Nana claims, or two people destined to be each other's "would've, could've, should've" been. Warning: Death of non-canon character

10 Days of Seblaine 2023 Day 1: Soulmates

One Year Later

Sebastian looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. Does he have enough time to shave? Should he have gotten a haircut? Does he like the frames on his new glasses? It’s been a month and he still wasn’t sure.

He opened his dresser drawer to get his watch and saw the letter Blaine gave Steph. He hadn’t read it since that day but remembered every word.

Blaine Devon Anderson, the 2nd strongest person he’d ever met (of course, Nana was first) had a breakdown. It was so bad he left NYADA prior to the end of semester for a wellness center in California. He wanted to be the one to tell him to make it clear it had nothing to do with Sir Knight abruptly cutting off communication. Also, how his aunt delaying his Showcase put him in academic no-man’s land, but he didn’t blame June. He would’ve done the same thing if a member of his family fell down a flight of stairs and broke their hip.

The breakdown happened because several issues he’d refused to deal with came to a head at the same time, which happened to coincide with the anniversary of the lockdown.

The bright spot was he broke up with Hummel. Annabelle showed him video Santana took of the ridiculous proposal. A quicky wedding in Vegas? Blaine deserved more than that, proving he’d been right since high school. The should have never been former Warbler was always too good for old Gayface.

“I’m supposed to be the overthinker in this relationship.”

He turned around and smiled for the first time he could remember. Blaine was sitting against the headboard of his bed, wearing only a strategically placed towel and eating a cronut.

“Get out of my head Anderson.”

“Never going to happen Smythe. You want half of my cronut?”

“I’m good. I don’t have much of an appetite.”

“Your loss.” Blaine took a bite, followed by a porn worthy moan. “You were right. This cronut is much better than the ones in NYC.”

“NYC focuses on the donut. Paris focuses on the croissant.” As Blaine took another bite, Sebastian felt his earlier happiness begin to wain.

“I’m really glad you’re here.”

“I was backpacking through Europe, not Mars. Getting to Paris wasn’t hard.”

Blaine spent 6 months at the wellness center. When his parents picked him up, he told them he didn’t want to go home…NYC or Ohio. He was taking some of the money Cooper’s mom left him and backpack through Europe. Charles and Pam weren’t high on the idea because it was October. He said he was going anyway but promised if weather became an issue, he’d go to Château sur la colline.

Yes, even if Sebastian is filming in another country. It will give his Nana a chance to show me all his embarrassing baby pictures.

The Andersons accepted the compromise, but Blaine never traveled to Paris…until this morning. When Sebastian woke up, the traveler was sitting cross-legged on the end of his bed, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world…and hadn’t seen a bar of soap in weeks. He was promptly escorted to the shower. “Whatever, I’m just happy you’re here now.”

“So, since I’m here and you don’t have to leave for another hour, want to talk about your parents?”

“No”

“Too bad, I do.”

Sebastian walked over to the chair by his picture window. Joining Blaine on the bed wasn’t a good idea. But neither was having this particular conversation. “What’s there to talk about?”

“They tried to see you a week ago and you had them arrested…and extradited back to Ohio. Nothing about that you want to talk about?”

“They should’ve gone to jail for causing Nana’s fall.”

“And they will, after the US Justice Department gets through all the shit your dad pulled as State’s Attorney and your mother did on his behalf.”

“I don’t care.”

“You’re the one who went back to Ohio when they were on vacation, got into the house and found the evidence your father was falsifying against Dalton and some of the Warblers for their steroid trials. You’re the one who turned over the evidence, starting the Federal investigation…and you don’t care?”

“No, because I got to go to McKinley and see for myself that you were safe after the lockdown. Then I got my perfect, but totally cliché, first kiss with you in the pouring rain.”

Blaine flashed him a teenage Sebastian worthy smirk. “You got a lot more than a first kiss.”

“I’m seeing your dad later! I thought we agreed to never discuss that night again!”

“Oh no, you aren’t getting off that easy. I had to watch my dad’s face as all the clues went into place like a jigsaw puzzle. He didn’t hear him say he couldn’t decide whether to give us a birds and bees lecture or high five because I was gone for HOOUURRS! Or how my going back to Kurt made less sense because…HOOUURRS!”

“Please, please, can we talk about anything else?”

“We can go back to talking about your parents.”

“No”

“One last question?”

“Fine but choose wisely. I’m done with Xavier and Marie Smythe…especially today.”

“Were they the reason you pushed me away? Why you kept telling me to go back to the life you chose? To go back to Kurt?”

“Yes, I knew they would find a way to weaponize my feelings for you. That was the reason I cut off, or at least tried to cut you off, after Nana’s fall. If they found out I was communicating with someone I called Prince Charming…I couldn’t take the chance. It would’ve been worse if they found out he was actually you.”

“Ok, I get it but what about after our night together?”

“With the way things ended with Hummel, you’d never be able to let go. You’d always wonder what you could’ve done to fix the relationship. If you were ever to move on, hopefully with me, it had to be your decision to leave.”

“You were playing a dangerous game.”

“I had complete faith that Hummel would fuck it up, and he did. Has Santana had to call the cops on him yet?”

“Why haven’t you asked Annabelle? She moved into my house when she and Santana made their relationship official.”

“I haven’t seen Annabelle in a couple of months. Since we were filming in Greece, Benny decided to check on me personally.”

“Check on you or check out the beaches?”

“Both”

“Sounds like your manager. And no, Santana hasn’t called the cops, as far as I know. My parents considered a restraining order when my ex didn’t get the message I wanted nothing to do with him…and had left the state. But evidently, Santana, Sam and Marley are developing a mission to troll Kurt hard when the pictures of you shaking hands with Kate Middleton at your British premiere are published. My parents put the order on hold so they didn’t screw up their plans.”

*groooaaan* “Don’t remind me!”

“Of your movie’s British premier? Aren’t all James Bond movies first premiered in London?”

“I shot my sex scene with Hailee right before filming went on hiatus…”

“How was it?” Blaine asked as he wiggled his eyebrows.

Sebastian responded with a middle finger. “She’s a girl so some of my best acting was required. The point is, because the film will be PG-13, they can briefly show my ass.”

“How briefly?”

“30 seconds”

“Awesome”

This time it was a double middle finger response. “No, not awesome.”

“Why not? Didn’t they tell you beforehand they were showing your ass?”

“I was aware, but 30 seconds is longer than you think, and I forgot something very important.”

“What?”

“IMAX. My ass is going to be out for the world to see on 100 foot scenes. The premiere in London will be on an IMAX screen. My giant ass is going to moon the Prince and Princess of Wales! This isn’t funny!”

“First of all, I’m pretty sure IMAX screens aren’t that big. Secondly, you’re right, this isn’t funny. It’s amazing. When I get back to NYC, I’m doing a complete remodel of the basement. Gut everything and expand the theater. I’m getting the biggest home screen possible!”

Before Sebastian could reply, the alarm he’d set on his phone went off. Talking with Blaine, despite the topics, had been a welcome distraction. “I really don’t want to do this.”

“Your Nana is being awarded the Grand Cross of the Legion of Honour. It’s the most prestigious award France awards civilians, but it’s usually world leaders. As much as she loves June and Steph…”

“She would be crushed if I didn’t go.”

“Bingo! Now go put on your jacket and fix your tie. With all the practice you got at Dalton, I can’t believe you did such a shitty job.”

Sebastian went back to his dresser to check in the mirror “There’s nothing wrong with my tie.”

“Seb? Who are you talking to?”

He spun around so fast he almost fell. Steph was standing in the doorway and there was no sign of Blaine. It took Sebastian a moment to realize he hadn’t been there to begin with. “No one, I was practicing what I’m going to say.”

“Liar, you were talking to Blaine.”

His cousin knew him too well. “Has anyone heard from him?”

“Not that I’ve heard. Charles, Pam, Sam, Santana, Trent, and Annabelle have all tried to contact him. I even tried. He’s completely off grid.”

“I just thought…”

“That if Blaine was your soulmate, like your Nana constantly told you, he would’ve just known you needed him and found a way to be here today?”

Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair and once again regretted not getting a haircut. “I must sound like an idiot who's watched too many Rom-coms. Someone who believed that Sir Knight and Prince Charming would find a way to be together and not be stuck in this right person/wrong time paradox for eternity. I guess what they say is true…real life isn’t a fairy tale. But damn it, I own a fucking castle!”

Someone clearing her throat put an end to their conversation.

“Boys, the car is here” June told them before giving them each a hug. Then she reached out and patted Sebastian’s cheek. He was well aware she wasn’t a fan of his facial hair. “Your Nana loved you more than anyone, except possibly my brother, her soulmate. You finding that kind of love was her greatest wish.”

“Can we not do this today?” Sebastian (kind of) whined while shaking his head. “I can’t believe I agreed to this dog and pony show.”

June Dolloway was not biologically related to his grandmother. However, after 50 years of being more like sisters than friends, they looked remarkedly similar when pissed off. “Juliette Dumas-Alexander was a treasure. She helped more people in France during her lifetime than the government has in 100 years. She deserves to be celebrated. Sebastian, as much as you want to deny it, you are now the head of the Dumas family. Certain things are expected of you. Do not downplay the importance of this memorial by acting like the petulant brat you once were! Do you understand?”

He never denied what his grandmother’s death meant for him. He just wasn’t ready to accept it. “Yes Ma’am. Let’s get this over with. I mean, we should be going. There are people waiting for our arrival.”

The ceremony was a colossal cluster fuck before Sebastian walked in the doors. In the past year he’d done two campaigns for Dior, been on the cover of Men’s Vogue and was finally introduced to the public as Andrew, son of James Bond. He lost track of how many interviews he did for that. Much to the studio’s relief, with the exception of the expected haters and homophobes, the reactions to his being gay and Andrew having both a female love interest and an ex-boyfriend were positive. However, like with his ass on IMAX, there was a side effect of his newfound fame he’d dismissed regardless of Annabelle’s constant warnings.

Fangirls…and boys

There were hundreds of them standing outside the cathedral, waiting in the rain for just a glimpse of him. It was insane! Fortunately, with all the dignitaries attending, security was ridiculously tight. There was some scattered squealing but most of his fans were respectful. He’d send out a tweet thanking them later.

It got worse as soon as the damn thing began. When the President of France came to him with the idea for a memorial, he kept saying celebration of all the good Juliette had done for people of France. What it became was an endless rotation of politicians, minor European royalty and heads of charities giving eulogies on what Juliette Dumas-Alexander meant to them.

The world was shocked to find out Juliette left the entire Dumas Estate/Foundation (with provisions for June and Stephan) to My Darling Boy, Sebastian Alexander Smythe. However, extended family was far more pissed than shocked. They (somehow) convinced his parents to come back to France and contest the will on the basis his mother was Nana's only child, ignoring the fact there were arrest warrants for them in both France and the US...BIG MISTAKE. But it didn't matter. Nana left behind a video explaining her reasoning. According to the lawyers, it made the will iron uncontestable. An emergency hearing prior to his parents' extradition back to the US confirmed their assessment.

And now these assholes chose Nana’ memorial service to practically beg him for money. Again…BIG MISTAKE.

After more than 2 hours, it was his turn to speak, representing the family. Since he was last, when he finished the President was to present him with his grandmother’s (posthumous) Grand Cross of the Legion of Honour. That was to be followed by a celebration of life video montage. So much had happened, he'd forgotten sometime during the service Annabelle (when did she get there?) sent him a message stating she fixed the problem with the music for the montage so not to worry. There'd been a problem with the music? They had a fucking 50 person choir (the only good part of the day) who sang Nana's favorite hymns between speakers.

Couldn’t anything go right?

By the time he was at the pulpit, he was so upset he wasn’t going to stop himself from doing something unworthy of the new head of the Dumas family. He locked eyes with his Aunt June, and mouthed I’m sorry. Then he found the people paying respects on behalf of both Dior and the movie. He gave them a look hinting he was about to do something they weren’t going to like. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.

“My name is Sebastian Alexander Smythe. Juliette Dumas-Alexander was my Nana. I loved her more than anything and am honored she chose me to continue her legacy. While many of you might believe you know me through my work with Dior and interviews for my upcoming movie, I promise you don’t. For example, my bullshit detector is legendary. Because of this, it was obvious from the beginning every person who gave a so-called eulogy today was attempting to hit me up for money. That was not only disgraceful and insulting to both me and my grandmother, it was stupid. As of today, I am ending your funding. None of you are getting another dime.”

He didn’t say another word, going back to his seat next to Stephen, ignoring the President of France standing next to the podium with his grandmother’s medal. The hundreds of people present went silent, none of them knowing what to do next. Sebastian didn’t care. He was so mad he closed his eyes in an attempt to prevent tears. It didn’t work, and once they started every emotion he’d held inside for the past 2 weeks came flooding out.

And then a piano began to play.

I took the supermarket flowers from the windowsill I threw the day old tea from the cup Packed up the photo album Aunt June had made Memories of a life that's been loved

Sebastian’s eyes flew open but they were still so full of tears it was hard to be sure of what he was seeing. There was no video, no choir. Just Blaine and a piano mesmerizing hundreds of people. But of course, it couldn’t be. It was his mind playing tricks on him again.

Took the get well soon cards and stuffed animals Poured the old ginger beer down the sink You always told me, "Don't you cry when you're down" But Nan, there's a tear every time that I blink

Oh I'm in pieces, it's tearing me up, but I know A heart that's broke is a heart that's been loved

This version of Blaine was different from his vision earlier. His hair was still longer than before, but the facial hair was neatly trimmed and he was wearing glasses. To top things off, he was wearing a bow tie with his nicely tailored suit. In other words, this Blaine’s appearance mimicked his own with the exception of their ties. Another reason to disbelieve what was in front of him.

So I'll sing Hallelujah You were an angel in the shape of my Nan When I fell down you'd be there holding me up Spread your wings as you go And when God takes you back I'll say Hallelujah, you're home

Fluffed the pillows, made the beds, stacked the chairs up Folded your nightgowns neatly in a case Steph says he'd drive then put his hand on my cheek And wiped a tear from the side of my face

I hope that I see the world as you did 'cause I know A life with love is a life that's been lived

So I'll sing Hallelujah You were an angel in the shape of my Nan When I fell down you'd be there holding me up Spread your wings as you go And when God takes you back I'll say Hallelujah, you're home

“I knew he would come. Aunt Juli was right. He is your soul mate.”

Sebastian turned to Step, shaking his head. Hell, his whole body was shaking. “You can see him?”

“Yes, Seb. Blaine is here.”

Hallelujah You were an angel in the shape of my Nan You got to see the person I have become Spread your wings and I know That when God took you back he said Hallelujah, you're home

He barely gave Blaine the time to stand up from the piano bench before Sebastian had his face in his hands and was kissing him like his life depended on it.

When he needed air he didn’t let go but put their foreheads together. “You’re here.”

“I’m here.”

“You wrote a song for me.”

“Yes, I have but not this one. Ed Sheeran wrote this song, but I was given permission to change some of the lyrics to honor your Nana. Don’t want any copyright issues if this happened to hit the internet.”

“Oh shit! My speech…”

“If it gets out, I’m sure people will see it the same way I did. You were passionately defending your Nana’s memory. Those people should be embarrassed and held accountable for their actions. Well, I guess you covered that part.”

Sebastian repeated his kiss complete with saying “You’re here.”

“I thought we’d established that.”

“We did but I’ve been seeing you ever since Nana died. You’ve been so real. Who finally got ahold of you?”

“No one. I was in the Alps, recreating the whole Sound of Music experience, and had horrible cell service. A couple of days ago I had an overwhelming feeling something was wrong. When I finally saw all the messages on my phone, for some reason I called Annabelle of all people. She told me what happened with your Nana and what was going on with the music for the video. I told her I knew a song that would work and she took care of getting permission.”

“If that was only a couple of days ago, how did you get here so quickly?”

Blaine smiled and pointed to a waving Annabelle and Santana. “Our Satans got me to a church. Go figure.”

Sebastian kissed him again but this time it was only a peck. “They might have physically brought you here, but this was all my Nana. She insisted we belonged together, that we are soulmates. I told her I didn’t believe in such things, but she had to be right. Why am I not surprised she’s still meddling in my life even though she’s gone?”

While Sebastian and Blaine were getting reacquainted at the front of the cathedral, they failed to notice people leaving. However, there was a small group of people watching what was going on with a great amount of interest.

“Do we know who he is?”

“Who cares? He held the attention of this entire place with just his voice and a piano.”

“But can he act?”

“Sebastian had never acted when we hired him. Think of the publicity we’d get if we cast his actual boyfriend in the movie as his ex-boyfriend.”

“We don't know for sure if they're boyfriends. Sebastian's never mentioned one."

"No matter what, we have to do something. We’ve filmed as much as we can without recasting Taylor. I don’t want to sound crass, but Sebastian needing this break couldn’t have come at a better time.”

“You better not say that in front of him.”

“After that speech our star gave, I doubt anyone will be crossing Sebastian Smythe anytime soon. I’m going to talk to Annabelle. Maybe we can get some information on our mystery man.”

NOTES:

Sorry about the repost. I didn't realize until a couple days later I had posted a draft...oops.

There is one more chapter…the movie. It wasn't going to be a whole chapter which is why this one is shorter than the previous ones. It will post on 10 Days of Seblaine Week 2023 Day 9: Celebrity/Famous.

Did you guess Blaine wasn't there in the beginning? The biggest clue was... Get out of my head Anderson/Never going to happen Smythe.

Supermarket Flowers: Sheeran, Ed; Levin, Benjamin; McDaid, Johnny 2017

[bfilm]

after watching muppet tv series episodes basically at random for a bit, i finally finished all of the jim henson hour!!

some thoughts below, but overall i really enjoyed it, even though the shifts between tones in some episodes was kinda jarring at first lol. i feel like more people should know about this show, especially after seeing all the technology they used in the secrets of the muppets episode.

digit is still a character created specifically to my interests and i am still so so sad he isn't in anything else :( literally just a socially awkward semi-robotic latex puppet who loves synth music. he is perfect and they threw him in the closet never to be seen again.

all the other new characters were very nice, but i especially enjoyed the "bean bunny is there to be cute so no one else has to" bit. while i also appreciate him as "guy to throw around" it's a fun added layer to his character!

i think sci-fi -> ocean transition was the most jarring to me, after the sci-fi episode ended with turning louie anderson into a non-marketable plushie i was expecting ocean to be more silliness, and it was up until clifford tells the story of how ted danson ruined the ocean and kermit solemnly says goodnight. and then i still had to watch lighthouse island after this!

i did have to get used to the jim henson hour -> storyteller/other segments transitions but i am very glad i did not skip them or the non muppetelevision specials. my favorites were probably the true bride, the soldier and death, dog city (MUPPET DOGS ARE PERFECT!!!!) and the song of the cloud forest (as a dedicated member of dave goelz nation). i also got unexpectedly invested in living with dinosaurs even though i'm not sure much was explained or resolved that well, the human cast was really good and dog is such a good muppet (why is there no official plush of him!!)

i knew gorilla television wasn't in it much but i didn't expect them to only be in 2 episodes, one of them being in the batch that didn't in the original run. they could've done so much more......i liked their concept as being "above" muppets despite their segments not being that much more cool or complex lol

favorite episode was probably videotape? i might have to rewatch to define it but also like. the music just keeps on rolling along. all night party. the true bride. banger after banger

also jim himself is funny too. the concept of the thought lion for him to bounce off of is so good because in the true bride he's a mystical giftgiver and to jim he is just his really weird cat. awesome dynamic

i really wish more people had watched this show cause it has a lot of fun bits!!! it's so weird to me that so much muppet stuff is lost media or could have been lost media if it wasn't recorded, and this is one of them!! my ideal blu-ray now is a blu-ray of all the episodes of this restored/hd plus a selection of other movies/works by jim (i gotta watch some of his pre muppet show work, including his weird experimental films) but it will probably never happen cause of copyright stuff </3.

[garykingz]

Judgement House: Along The Way

Part: I

> When Kai tries to comprehend what had become of the world in his absence; he can only describe what he's feeling as completely lost and any rehashing he would've felt as Councilman and Cult leader Kai Anderson was now only a sting of feeling numb that lingered in his chest.

As that feeling grew stronger; it was like fate brought him back to where it all started. Judgement House.

—

It made news nationwide. Even further than that. Brookfield Heights councilman dead. The entire world finally knew Kai Anderson's name. It's what he always wanted. World domination.

But what's world domination when it was only your death that gave your name true meaning. Meaning of not gratitude nor of salvation. Kai Anderson's name became what he was told to become… and that he did. The title of what could've been on his tombstone… If he had one. Fear and rage.

After his death, the world became louder than he could've expected them to be. Cult leader Kai Anderson would've been proud… but when the night of October 31st 2019 reared its unearthly head, Kai's spirit was met with silence. A silence so loud it only reminded him of the loneliness he felt locking himself in his room as his father would berate and torment his mother.

No one cared anymore.

The once most feared man for a few specks in life and in death was now just a mere memory to social media and the press. It was like people avoided his name like a plague now. Just as Donald Trump's name was becoming more of an earworm than a presidential name; Kai's name was left to rot where he now lies.

Kai wanted to feel like his last chance at anything would've been on that stand, his desperate dark eyes and a gun in his hand. Telling Allison Mayfair-Richards how the world truly was. How her words alone would never be enough.

But he knew that wasn't true. As he stood in front of his old home, his eyes stayed glued to the window where he and his brother once left his parents after the incident. His last chance ended when the life of his little sister was drained from her face as he had his hands around her throat.

Loyalty must be absolute.

Yeah, right.

During that first Halloween – that's all he did. He lingered outside of the abandoned house; graffiti stained across the white paint. A place he once called home. But he knew, after sunrise began to dawn on Brookfield Heights, that it wasn't a home at all. It never was. A home was for families. There was no such family he remembered.

When that year passed and faces to replace Kai have come and gone; it was like he was a blur in what used to be controlled chaos. But even when the United States continued its reign of pandemonium amongst the media; it felt like everything stayed the same.

Even when what befell on the world from a place he could only describe as a void was almost numbing to him. His first reaction was excitement. Finally, he was ready to not be disappointed anymore.

But then, once again, people forgot. They moved on.

He thought he could bring it back the time Halloween rolled around again for 2020 but when the clock struck 12 am; it was like all that feeling of escapism and longing in his chest was pulled out from him.

Standing in front of his house just as he did the year before, Kai couldn't help but wonder if even after all the rage 2020 had gifted the world, it still wasn't enough. That an emotion as strong as it was still wouldn't have changed the world. For better or worse.

Kai felt his brown eyes begin to water with a pain he couldn't quite describe. He couldn't do it. Even after a year, he still couldn't bring himself to walk into the house.

It wasn't his anymore, after all.

He made his way through the town; daybreak soon enough emerged over the horizon of yet another October 31st. As he continued his stroll of the town, it was like his feet brought him to where he first spoke to the tiger that was Beverley Hope. The restaurant. The building was still standing, the chairs inside were packed up neatly on the tables; where hungry customers were supposed to enjoy their own company when it opened.

But the pandemic made everything a ghost town. Literally. All Brookfield Heights had to offer were the spirits that once lingered there as the living. Kai had no offerings for them, though. A ghost can't offer much more than bittersweet company or violence in his world; and neither of them he cared for. Not that he didn't care for it before.

He wasn't blind to the few vengeful spirits that were definitely seeking him out. He knew they were looking for him and he was more than aware they could jump him when they wanted. But even in death, he was still feared. He still considered who he killed during the Cult to be cowards. His brother's clients. The woman who dared went up against him as councilman. To name a few.

Kai wandered like he was untouchable. Even in a state of a mere shadow, that darkness inside of him managed to still ward off even the most vindictive of wraiths.

Although he thought he would care more about what happened to Ally, what she became, but in reality, he didn't. This wasn't his world anymore. Not really.

With the sun high in the sky now and the streets of the town now being paraded of its usual phantom population, Kai kept himself away from everyone. Like that loneliness he once was so familiar with now felt like a solitude that he didn't want to waver.

Big brother Vincent's old therapy workplace. Meadow and Harrison's home. There were places he could easily visit. But he didn't want to face them. Perhaps, he was being a coward himself, but in honesty, he wanted this new reality of his to be his alone. If there was something he had control of, it was how he decided to live his afterlife.

If there were any place in the world Kai would go to collect his thoughts while he was alive; was with his mother. As she laid there, cold and rotted, he still held her hand. Asking if she would be proud. If her rage would be passed down to him in a way he could make her death not be in vain.

He knew it was. Everything he did was in vain now. He wanted to be disappointed in the world but his own disappointment was his undoing, even now. He could never face his parents' now empty room.

"Fuck."

Was the first word to properly leave his lips after two years of thoughtful silence. It was like, for the first time, he knew what true anger felt like. What actual rage felt like simmering in his chest. It wasn't outright screaming. It wasn't thrashing. Advocated violence. It was pain. A painful stab to his own DNA. Like his mind wanted to scream 'sorry' loud enough to go back in time and change what can no longer be fixed.

That anger alone made his body freeze and when his feet finally stopped, he noticed how mindlessly he was brought back to where it all really began.

Judgement House.

[sol-consort]

Man FUCK that bitch ass fucking assassin motherfucker I hope he rots. Sorry he pissed me off to no end.

Also yeah FemShep’s VA is considered the better VA of the Shepards which makes sense MaleShep is voiced by Mark Meer who hadn’t done much voice work before, his biggest role being Cyric in Baldur’s Gate II, and FemShep was voiced by Jennifer Hale who had been at it for almost 20 years at the time. It wasn’t just Jennifer Hale either, Anderson being Keith David and Joker being Seth Green who had both been doing it over 20 years. I liked MaleShep’s voice though and never had a problem with it because it’s very main heroy and recognizable like I’d instantly know that it was Shepard if I heard it.

I knew that the series wouldn’t be exactly up with the times because it was 2007-2012 but Jesus I had no idea that FemShep gets harassed so much.

I didn’t get a reconcile scene on the Citadel since I didn’t romance anyone in ME1 I went into the series with Tali on my mind as my definitive romance.

I don’t think Thane praying for you instead himself is unique to his romance? Or at least I remember something similar happening maybe it was his son.

You can’t hit on EDI as MaleShep I’m pretty sure don’t remember that being an option however you can still hit on Joker as MaleShep I remember seeing that option and going “why would I say that?” Also I’m surprised you never mentioned the Joker segment of Mass Effect 2 where you sneak around the ship as Joker that section surprised the shit out of me.

Oh yeah a fun little fact, remember the show Once Upon a Time I’ve mentioned a couple times when talking about fairy tales? The actor who plays Kaiden was in that show and played the show’s version of Jiminy Cricket from Pinocchio. I don’t remember what happened to Cricket in the show though. He may have just stopped being relevant so they never brought him up again since the show just fucking loved doing that.

Is the hot assassin guy supposed to be unlikeable? I liked him so far, like ngl, plus he's pretty cool. Evil living weapons of destructions, my beloveds.

And yeah, i really like femshep, but it is pretty cool of them to give maleshep VA a chance for such a big character. Sure, it could've been better, but he probably did the best he could with the skills he had at the time, and it did appeal to some people!

And man I'm just lucky I actually enjoy these things ingames, like I am down to being a whore and flirting with everyone so it doesn't bother me when the npcs forcefully flirt with you bc you picked a woman. What bothers me is that the fact it's only bc you picked a woman, and just because I wanted it doesn't mean other people do and it might make them very uncomfortable. There are several mods to remove the sexual harassments femshep gets, I wish there was one to remove it for EDI tho.

We should all have a choice, is what I'm saying. It feels like femshep was made to appeal to straight guys who might play her as an outsider observer. Same with some lesbian characters, too, ngl- not all of them, but the game has its moments where it makes me realise oh this was put here for a straight dude to gawk at. Meanwhile, maleshep feels the proper self insert badass at times. Really hate that.

That's why I like picking NB options whenever they're present, you're free from expectations and the devs aren't sure what to make of you so they don't try to appeal to a certian demographic and just write your character as a character.

You did Tali romance? Hell yeah she is an amazing character and her relationship with Shepard feels phenomenal. Like a scientist princess and her knight in shining armour, amazing. Plus she is all adorable when she talks about engines and how we get to help her so many times.

Apparently her and Garrus end up together if you don't romance her, but I haven't seen it yet. She always felt close to Shepard, especially in the second game where she is the first friendly face you see.

I haven't met her yet in ME3, still doing side errands. I am very very broke and everything is very very expensive and I miss sugar daddy illusive man pls take me back, the alliance became more stingy than I remember or inflation is hitting hard.

Fuck I hat like 999999 something credits in the first game, why couldn't it tranfer over??

And Thane!! My heart! He even prays for you when he's not romanced??? That's it, he is legit the most precious character and no one else comapres. I would die for Thane, I would kill everyone on the Normady for Thane.

But I know Thane would forgive me If I picked Grunt over him bc my son which just makes Thane the most amazing man ever, DRELL ARE SUPERIOR I TELL YOU.

Also so far Drell worship Hanar (kinda) and Hanar worship protheons (kinda) and Javik likes humans(he is all current protheon population)

So by association! Drell and Humans are conncted, and no, I will not give up my tank of copium. Go buy your own. Idk what overdosing is, I have insomnia I forgot.

And aww we can't hit on EDI :( i would've treated her better than Joker.

Yeah I had the same reaction to the flirting with Joker line but just went for it because what's the worst that can happen? He says no and we laught it off.

Imagine if the worst was him retiring from being your pilot and you get soma rando driving the Normady around who now runs at half the speed and takes twice as much gas plus occasionally breaks down and you have to pay 100k credits for repairs.

Oh also then there is this one thing I am sure is exclusive to femshep.

You can sleep with Javik. The protheon. Yes.

But it's not a full romance :"(

He has four eyes I wonder if he has four-

I heard about once upon a time, the show. But never watched it.

I did however watch a random person talk about it in a video essay because I prefer that over watching shows.

This one.

It was fun, I'm not big on fairytales but I enjoyed hearing about it.

The Joker sneak section in ME2 didn't resonate with me much for some reason. It was nice but I didn't feel the pressure at all and with EDI constantly talking it got annoying and I just wanted it to be over.

His jokes were nice but the moment of trusting EDI didn't hit the same way it should've. It didn't feel endearing or earnest.

The sudden flip in their relationship afterwards was too jarring.

I prefer ME3 EDI and Joker dynamic over ME2. However I hate how EDI is becoming a "born sexy yesterday" character by the game when her core as a character is so profound and genuine. She wants to know her purpose, what it means to be alive and all the other characters mention about her is her body which is bleh.

Even some of her dialogues with Joker is just overplayed sex jokes. It's all of her amazing writing vanishes the moment it's not just her and Shepard in a conversation.

Kaidan's voice actor is great! He even stood out to me in the first game. You notice how much more convicnising and immersive his delivery was over the other characters, almost outshined ME1 femshep even.

It's like the dialogue and the way he delievers it fit perfectly. If I just read it, then I get a completely different impression.

The game doesn't have bad voice actors it just has very bad delivery from some characters. It's when someone keeps a constant tone and doesn't portray any emotions or adds any personalisation into the dialogue. It feels tone deaf a lot when what the character is speaking about is something intimiate, yet it sounds the same as asking about the weather.

Still, it is nostalgic in a way, this was extremely common in older games.

[the-ratronaut]

Okay, so I just wanna ramble about some Alan Wake stuff. Particularly, what the fuck is going on with the character Thomas Zane and my theory on it. Fair warning, this has spoilers and also I am not completely done with my playthrough of AW2's final draft. I got a couple more chapters to go so if anything happens in the last few that makes me look stupid here that's my own fault for playing slowly.

This is a long post, so I'll keep it under a cut.

Okay, so what the fuck is going on with Zane? Every time he appears Tom has been radically different. We have the poet Tom from the original game, the clone of Alan from Control and the wild filmmaking auteur from 2. The games provide the explainations for Tom's changing background by saying the poet was a fictional character made up by the filmmaker Tom that he was taking the role of... but is that true? Personally, I think it is not, or at least was no, true.

There are multiple characters who still remember the poet and his works, Alan, Jesse Faden and Cynthia Weaver in particular. Now, I can't say exactly why that is with any authority, but I have a guess. All three of those people have something in common, they are deeply connected to the paranatural. Alan for obvious reasons, Jesse due to her connection to Polaris and Cynthia due to her connection to both the clicker, the angel lamp and Zane as an entity.

Now why does that matter? Simple, Saga Anderson and the Anderson brothers already showed in AW2 that due to their paranatural abilities as seers they are able to shrug off the changes in reality brought on by the Dark Place. Now we can't say for sure if this is true for all parautilitarians, we can say that there is precedence for it. If that fact applies to the three listed above, we can make an assumption about the truth about Zane.

If my leaps in logic are actually sound, then that implies that the original Zane was not a filmmaker, but was in fact a poet. It brings into question the current Zane. It implies that there must have been a shift in reality that changed Zane into a filmmaker. Now I can't say why this happened, there's a lot of failed plans that Alan had in the Dark Place and it could've been the result of one of those that brought about the current Zane... but that still doesn't explain everything, does it?

There was an ARG that Sam Lake put on after AW1 that centered around a blog called "This House of Dreams". It was about a woman moving into a house in a town called Ordinary (This happening 10 years after the Ordinary AWE). There's a lot going on in this blog but to sum it up she finds a shoebox full of poems by Zane and receives dreams explaining things further seemingly from Zane. The last of those dreams implying that the Zane we see in AW1 is not the original Zane, but a "bright presence" who Zane gave his body to as he dived into the Dark Place, using his last poem to create a safe haven within it for himself and the original Barbara Jagger.

So, that gives us a fourth Zane to account for, while also changing what we know about the Zanes we've already seen. This also implies that the Zane we know from AW1 was probably also a creation of Alan's as his fate doesn't match the one from This House of Dreams. It also solidifies the idea that the original Zane was not a filmmaker, as we see even more of his work. This all together means that no Zane we've met in a game has been unaltered by the story.

Not, what do I think this all means? I think there are at least two, but probably three separate Zanes. The solid two are the Poet who left this reality, and the Bright Presence who took Zane's form and is the one we know from AW1. Looking at the filmmaker Zane is where this gets weird. I believe one of two things is true. Either they are still the Bright Presence but they've been so heavily edited by Alan's writing that they are unrecognizable. Or they are a third entity that at some point latched onto Alan's writing for their own goals. If AW2 Zane is still the bright presence, it wouldn't explain the hostility and desperation he showed towards Alan, not unless Alan's rewrites really did change it to something very different from the benevolent diving suited entity in AW1. If it's a different being entirely, that begs the question of what the hell happened to the bright presence in the last 13 years. Not to mention why is the Control Zane so identical to Wake? Is that one some sort of form of the filmmaker that's still a WIP that Alan is writing? One where the details still needed to be filled out?

[hiveruled-moved]

character info sheet.

name. Kai Joseph Langdon

name meaning. The name Kai has Welsh origins but means different things in other cultures. Most often if you look it up it gives the Hawaiian meaning; 'The Sea', but in Welsh origin it means 'Keeper of the keys and earth'

alias( ses ). Divine Ruler (by cult members only), Councilman or Councilman Anderson.

two pictures you like of your character.

three headcanons you never told anyone.

( ** There really aren't many if any headcanons I've never shared with people, I've had Kai for 6 years as a muse in total. But I'll recycle some really old ones from my first blog fgbfdhbg )

i. Kai knows how to play piano...or knew how to play piano at one point I should say. He hasn't touched one since he was in high school. ii. His handwriting is awful. Like good luck reading anything he's ever wrote on paper, even he has trouble deciphering it sometimes (example below of how I wrote it once and I still think it's neater than what he'd do.)

iii. This is kind of implied canon more than a headcanon but who cares. Kai changes out the rose on his parents bedroom door frequently, even adding some other flowers his mom liked sometimes.

three things your character likes to do in their free time.

i. Play video games like Mortal Ko.mbat, Ca.ll of Du.ty, GT.A, etc.

ii. Browse and post on redd.it / 4c.han / tw.itt.er because he's one of Those.

iii. Explore abandoned buildings.

three people your character loves.

Winter Anderson - His little sister, practically almost like a daughter in his eyes in my personal headcanon. Kai helped raise her since they were both kids and their mother suffered from mental illnesses and sometimes had trouble putting her attention on them and taking care of her abusive husband at the same time. Regardless of their differences and everything they've been through, they've stuck by each other's sides. Even though they shouldn't have. It would've been better for Winter in the end at least if she hadn't.

Julie Anderson - His mother whom he holds at a higher regard than she most likely deserved. But Kai was always a momma's boy and definitely Julie's favorite child out of the bunch, you'll never catch him admitting anything negative about her. He'll say that she did her best despite the situation. Kai just wishes he could've stopped her from aiming the gun at her mouth that night. Losing her like that broke something in him that never did recover.

Jon Stark ( @perzysprumia ) - His childhood best friend. Honestly these two are the trope of they're a similar character with one of them getting corrupted over time. Jon is someone he was always able to turn to and entrust the true nature of his home life with. Though, it was fairly easy to do so when Jon actually lived with the Anderson family at one point. Kai has always had a difficult grasp on romantic love, wasn't sure if he ever felt it a day in his life. Until Jon returned, until he devoted himself to him and the cult despite not agreeing with the murder aspect of Kai's movement, despite Kai not being the man he once knew. Kai is undoubtedly in love with him, but it doesn't mean its healthy for either of them.

two things your character regrets.

i. Killing Winter and Vincent. More-so Winter than Vincent since he discovered she didn't actually betray him so he basically killed her for nothing. As much as he believes it was necessary with his older brother, looking back after he's gone, he really wishes he had him around to give advice. ii. Not killing Ally. He knows it was a mistake to trust her, but his own curiosity to push on people's fragile mental states and manipulate mixed with his paranoia and delusions at the time really just made him cling on to the idea that maybe just maybe Ally was a good person to have on his side. That Ozzy may in fact be his son despite him knowing he wasn't. And despite him literally encouraging her wife to torment and leave her smh.

three phobia's your character has.

i. Failure, more specifically not leaving behind or doing anything to be remembered for. ii. Open / deep water or drowning, this is something that makes him uncomfortable more than fearful, but it isn't really a factor in most cases. iii. Being betrayed by those closest to him. He has major trust issues.

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