#I forgot to post this before the event started and figured I'd might as well post it now

[yvonne-rutherford]

Your Voice was All I Heard

Date: 17 October, 2023 Featuring: @drrutherford

Yvonne stared down at her phone and the Instagram post ready to be posted, her teeth biting gently into her lip. Now that almost three months had passed in her relationship with Félix they'd decided to make things official. And that their public debut would be at the Halloween parties. The thought of the public and her family finding out she’d kept her new relationship under wraps for almost three months didn’t scare her….except for one.

Glancing down at the post once more, she saved it as a draft before opening up her contacts and dialing one number in particular and a pit of nervousness settled in her stomach as her brother answered her call.

“Hey, Gid. I have some news I wanted to share with you before it goes public.”

♜

After putting in a reluctant appearance to yet another London social last night, and having been foiled from making an eager exit, Gideon Rutherford is groggy and ill-tempered at the first arching lance of sun to meet his bedroom window that morning.  

It heralds a poor start to any conversation, no matter how automatically he reaches for his phone when Yvonne's unmistakable ringtone begins to sing its first few notes. The foreboding feeling sinking like a stone in his stomach upon hearing her greeting, doesn't help matters much either.

Great, he thinks, at least she's getting straight to the point.

"Why does this sound suspiciously like 'you're going to hate this but there's nothing you can do about it, especially now that I'm giving you fair warning'?"

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The pit currently making itself at home in her stomach only intensified once Gideon answered. As much as she hated it, he was dead on the money with his assessment and the reason she was giving him the fair warning instead of letting him find out from Instagram. She started pacing around the room in a fruitless attempt to burn off some nervous energy as she continued on without answering the question.

"I'm seeing someone. Félix Rodriguez."

She rushed through the words before she could give herself a chance to chicken out and braced herself for Gideon's response. 

♜

If he was in any parts groggy a few seconds ago, he isn't now, not when that name drops off her tongue; spoken so fast he might've otherwise missed it. He's swiftly on alert, throwing the covers off his legs as he pulls himself out of bed. 

"Someone?... Fuck, Yvie - that isn't just 'someone'." The eldest brother points out, marching over to the window in order to draw the curtains shut. "And what do you mean 'seeing'?... As in, more than once?" How many times had she 'seen' Rodriguez in a manner that wasn't confined to the safe distance of a newspaper or a tv screen?... And when exactly had it started?... He feels the beginnings of a headache pounding at his temples as he turns on his heel and heads for the ensuite.

♜

Yvonne took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut to ground herself as Gideon spoke. His reaction was exactly what she’d expected, but still a small part of the back of her brain hoped that his reaction would be a little less….intense. Though, she had to admit that he was right. Félix Rodriguez wasn’t just ‘someone’, not when he was currently one of the frontrunners in the election.

“I mean, we’re dating. In a relationship. Serious about each other. So yeah, a lot more than once.” Technically the words ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’ were the right ones to describe her situation, but something felt juvenile about using them. Especially to describe a middle aged man….Which was where she was expecting the majority of Gideon’s objections to arise. She continued pacing through her room, and a part of her wished Félix was there, but she had a sneaking suspicion that would just make things worse than if she handled this alone.

♜

“Serious about each other.” He echoes the words carefully, mouth tasting of chalk. How had it snowballed so fast?... It still feels like yesterday, the first time Yvonne had mentioned him. “Serious about each other, and you only thought to mention it now?"

There’s a part of him that can’t blame her. That knows exactly how difficult it is to air such sensitive matters to the family, especially when their own comes with such a vast array of differing opinions - not all of them wanted. At least, not all the time. It’s why he’d delayed telling them about Amélie, even as a man approaching his forties.

But that's just the thing. He’s a man approaching his forties, his little sister is over a decade younger, and yet Felix Rodriguez is much, much older than even Gideon. He can't pretend he doesn't worry about the imbalance, even if he knows Yvonne won't thank him for it. "Yvie..." The tender warning trickles into his tone, trying to soften the blow of his disapproval. "I don't think this is a good idea. In fact, whose was it?"

♜

Yvonne snorted before she could help herself. As if Gideon didn't know that this entire conversation was the reason she put off telling him until the last minute. She knew her brother well enough to know that their initial proposition wasn't something he'd approve of. It was sweet, that even after Katherine he still wanted and believed in romance for his sisters, but Yvonne had enough experience with men to know that there was always something they wanted from her. At least this time something tangible that couldn't be taken away from her was being offered in exchange. 

And despite what she’d promised herself, feelings were starting to sneak their way in. Which she hoped would at least soften the blow, thought she wasn’t holding her breath.

"I know you don't, Gideon." She took a deep breath but it did nothing to help with the nervous shake of her hands. "He approached me at Adri's birthday party. But-", she rushed to interject before Gideon coulr voice further objections, "this was my decision. And before you ask, yes we've talked about the age difference."

♜

He listens to her sigh rippling through the phone line, listens with the mobile pressed hard against his ear as if might enlighten him as to every passing thought that's gone into that sigh; every tip of the scales that have led her to this choice in the first place.

"Do the others know?... Have you talked about it with any of them?" He has a sinking feeling in his chest that he might be the first; that she's chosen him first to test the waters. Selfishly, Gideon hopes someone other than him has already voiced their disapproval first, lest it lessen the blow in hearing it a second time.

Though it doesn't surprise him when she predicts his objection before it even lands. It's Yvonne, after all. "Mm, yes," He supplies cynically, "I suppose he would jump to reassure you that age isn't an issue, wouldn't he?... And just like that you believe him?"

It's my decision, she insists, and Gideon feels a nauseating mixture of hope and fear in his chest that that's true. Hope, that if it's true he'll have less cause for the anxiety already gripping him at the thought she's been manipulated into this by Rodriguez.

Fear, that if it's true she won't be likely to change her mind, either.

♜

“You’re the first I’ve told,” Yvonne admitted. Gideon was the first one she thought to turn to, and honestly it had killed her inside to keep it from him for this long. But, at the same time, the bliss of having one thing for herself, a relationship that brought her more happiness than she’d had in a long time, had been idyllic.

Logically, she knew Gideon was just trying to protect her. She’d never told him the full extent of her previous heartbreaks, especially Jared, and she was planning on keeping it that way. But at the same time, if she tried to explain her decision making and the extent of negotiations she had with Félix before they made things official, it would only prove Gideon’s fears to himself.

“Yeah, I did, Gideon. Because we talked things through pretty extensively. And not just about our ages, but every imbalance we could think of.” Deep down, Yvonne knew she wouldn’t be able to convince Gideon, at least not through one phone call. There was a small part of her that worried she’d never be able to convince Gideon, but she took another deep breath to steady herself in a futile attempt to ignore it. “I know you don’t like it and I understand why, but I wanted you to know.”

♜

'You're the first I've told.'

It's a dubious honour, and he feels once again torn between two competing feelings — gratitude and dread. He's touched that it's him she's thought to reach out to first within the family, and yet not so enfeebled by the flattery that he forgets the solemn responsibility he bears her. Incumbent upon him as is on any older brother to warn and protect, whether or not it means disappointing her in the process.

"Yv," He begins, looking for a way to break it to her. In the end, it's as unpoetic as it usually is with Gideon. "I don't care about "we"; about how Rodriguez no doubt waved away every barrier in the path and threw fairy dust over all the red flags." He growls, running one hand through his hair. "I care about you. That's it. So don't tell me about 'we'. Tell me about why you're so sure he isn't being a- a-..." lecherous social-climbing predator, he wants to say, but barely keeps it slotted behind his teeth. " — A user."

He hears her sigh through the phone. 'I know you don’t like it and I understand why, but I wanted you to know.' His eyes slip shut. It sounds too much like an impending see you later, like a my mind's made up, come hell or high water.

"Yvonne, we have to talk about this." He warns, and over the phone doesn't count.

"Do me a favour," Gideon adds, wary she'll end the call before he can request it. "Don't tell dad. Not yet." Oh, her father would fucking love this.

♜

She wanted to laugh as Gideon voiced his concerns. She seriously doubted that telling how up front they both were about the benefit the other could provide would reassure him. Or that he’d believe that Yvonne herself was taking advantage of the connections being provided to her. “I feel happy, Gideon. This is something that’s just mine and he makes me feel good, special. I can talk to him.” She took a deep breath and decided to bite the bullet and drop the bomb he would no doubt hate. ���But really, I’m never going to be able to avoid the fear of being used for my connections. Name me one man who wouldn’t benefit from being connected to a Rutherford. I know you’re trying to protect me, but you can’t lock me away in a tower from everyone.”

Yvonne’s tone darkened at the mention of their father. “Don’t worry, I had no intentions of sharing this with him.” Or really anything. This definitely wasn’t the time to talk about her growing disillusionment with Andrew Rutherford, both brother and sister knew that the second he found out, he would be taking advantage of the situation even more than Gideon was afraid Yvonne was being taken advantage of.

♜

'I feel happy, Gideon.'

His heart squeezes painfully in his chest. For all that he's desperate for answers, reasons, explanations, things difficult for anyone to give while in the persuasive throes of love, her words give him pause. It's not good enough – not when she can still have the wool pulled over her eyes, still be used and abused in all the ways that he fears – yet simultaneously, it's all he's ever wanted for her.

For Yvonne to be happy.

It shows in the hesitation that slows his cadence when he speaks again. "But those things you said... The fact that he's yours, the fact that he makes you feel special and you can talk to him... Yvie, don't you see that those are things anyone can and should make you feel in love?" Don't you realize it doesn't make him special? Gideon doesn't voice it, although the grudge he's beginning to bear Rodriguez grows at the thought.

And whatever relief he feels that she doesn't plan on telling their opportunistic shark of a father, is somewhat waylaid by her words about being a Rutherford. 'Name me one man who wouldn’t benefit from being connected to a Rutherford...'

He won't tell her, but all it does is make him wish all the more ardently that he could lock her safe in some tower so as to better protect her heart. However irrational.

However unfair.

He struggles for an answer to that, the lines on his face deepening in their frown. "I don't know," He confesses at long last, into the silence. "But that doesn't mean you can't find one... You're still so young, Yvie. You've got your whole life ahead of you."

♜

Yvonne reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose. It was growing clear that the pair were reaching an impasse. She'd known when she called Gideon what his response would be, but a small part of her had hoped she'd be able to convince him that this was, in fact what she wanted. That this was the happiest she'd been in a relationship in years.

“So why is it so wrong that he makes me feel this way?

She understood where Gideon was coming from, she truly did. That didn't mean she liked it. “You really think I’m throwing my life away here?” She held her breath, unsure of whether she truly wanted an honest answer to the question she posed.

♜

'So why is it so wrong that he makes me feel this way?'

Gideon runs a hand through his hair, silently willing her to understand. Because he's a politician? Because he, more than anyone, knows exactly what to claim to get what he wants out of you? Because he's our dad's age?... Because it's exactly this sort of relationship that carries the highest risk for power imbalance abuse?...

Instead, he lets out a sigh and opens a topic he's rarely discussed with his little sister in the open. "Yvie, we haven't talked much about marriage, because you were young when it all happened and I didn't wanna put it on you. But maybe we should... Just not over the phone." He glances at the clock; he needs to get ready for work.

"It's harsh to say you're throwing your life away. I can't predict that and I don't want to. But more than anyone I know how destructive it is if you give your heart to the wrong person... How it chips away pieces of your life – pieces of yourself – that you'd never anticipated losing. That's not a risk you can esteem lightly, especially when it comes to a man like Felix. Tell me, at least, that you can appreciate that."

♜

Pieces of yourself. This time Yvonne didn’t stop herself from the dark chuckle that left her lips. There were multiple pieces of herself strewn across the streets of Cávado, thanks to Jared and the Kings. And her own stupidity. 

“I agree. We should talk.” Yvonne took a deep breath once again, sending up a silent prayer that she didn’t have to see the look on Gideon’s face as she said this. “There’s something I should probably tell you too. Because I do understand what happens when you give your heart to the wrong person, more than you think I do.” She reached up to wipe at her eye and her finger came back damp with tears she didn’t realize she was crying. After all these years, how did the mere thought of Jared still have that power over her?

“Just tell me when you’re free and where you want to meet, okay? I’ll be there.”

♜

He can just barely make out a wistful chuckle in response to his words, and the sound of it plucks a discordant note through his heartstrings, deepening the foreboding.

He likes it even less when she hints at something to tell him, suggesting some intimate knowledge of what it means to give one's heart to the wrong person. The older brother hopes – as far fetched as it seems – that it's Theo she's talking about; old feelings that maybe she'd never had the chance to share, given how much flack they'd all given her for sleeping with the dangerous mobster some three years ago. But even as he hopes it, some part of Gideon knows better.

Knows it isn't Theo, she means.

"Alright." He concedes, pulling open his closet door. He stares blankly at the array of suits, his mind still on his sister. "Well... Thank you for telling me." He adds after a beat, even as the words stick like tar in his mouth. Still, it's true. Gideon doesn't like what he's heard, but it's better than not to have heard it; better than to have learned it all second-hand through the unforgiving reach of social media or other people's gossip.

"I do appreciate it, Yvie." Another beat as he racks his mind to remember his schedule. "I can do dinner in two days. Meet me at The Wolseley, 7pm."

[angelsandarsenic]

Necromancer! sbi au

Angel's Brain Dump part ??? (I've been really bad at keeping track of these)

I wrote a bit based off this post that I made a while ago but I'm never going to turn it into a story so here it is!

Necromancers are highly illegal and Tommy is definitely not a necromancer (maybe he isn't entirely sure he is/denial or maybe he's just trying to start a new life) who moved to this city to start fresh from the trainwreck event where he grew up (what that was is up to y'all). However, when a gang of necromancer/supernatural hunters come sniffing around and Tommy keeps running into this weird, suspicious blond guy who may or may not be who the hunters are looking for, his new life plan proceeds to crumble to dust. (Also Tommy may or may not be Phil's legitimate child and he may or may not have accidentally made friends with a bunch of ghosts and end up getting caught for (accidental) necromancy as well)

I thought it could be either in three parts or three stories where Tommy 1. realizes/accepts he's a necromancer, runs from the police and becomes phil's apprentice, 2. sbi bonding and adoption, necromancy-ing and more of tommy running from his past while Phil eventually figures out "hey this might be that kid I left behind", then 3.tommy's past comes back to haunt him, drama, the hunters are back, sbi band together fluff

Anyway, here's what I've written! (As always feel free to use it just let me know if you write this! I'd love to read it)

Tommy Meets Some Definitely Not Ghosts

There are three steadfast rules for��working the closing shift at McPuffy’s:

1. The doors and windows must be closed and locked strictly by 10 and not a minute later

2. Absolutely do not forget to lay salt lines by the front and back doors and on the window sills before you leave

3. Make sure all the food is put away securely

Unfortunately, by some grievous oversight, Tommy was not informed of these rules. 

But it would probably be fine. Niki made sure to keep powerful protection charms and wards all around the cafe, just in case. Only a powerful necromancer could let ghouls in with those around, and L’manberg hasn’t seen a necromancer in decades.

        Niki had to leave work at the last minute, so when Puffy asked him to close, she forgot he was quite new, not just to McPuffy’s—her and Niki’s joint cafe and bakery, the local favorite—but also to the town itself. Tommy didn’t see this as an issue; he was not thinking about it because he wasn’t aware that it was important to be thought about at the time. He had also never had to leave late enough or come in early enough to notice the salt lines and the scattered grains on the tables before they were swept away so the customers wouldn’t have to see them either.

        So Tommy broke that rule. Not on purpose, of course, but he didn’t lay the salt lines. Niki had already started closing before she left, so there wasn’t much for him to do, thankfully, but as he was new to this and only got some vague instructions from Puffy before she also had to leave, was going considerably slower than she or Niki would have, trying to make sure he did it right. He didn’t really know the proper procedure for closing up, but that was fine. Tommy figured that if no one was here to tell him he did it wrong, then by default, he was correct. Of course he was—he was Big Man Tommyinnit, he was always correct in everything he did. He made sure to close down the espresso machine and restock milk for the next day, made sure all refrigerated items went back in the big fridge in the back and that the freezer for Niki’s ingredients was set to the right temperature and running and he wiped all the counters and pitchers. Somewhere along the way, he had put down the keys Puffy had given him and forgotten where, so that took several minutes of scouring all the counters and food storage areas to find again (they were right by the cash register, slightly hidden underneath). He locked the back doors and checked that the windows were closed—not that this was a dangerous area, but he didn’t know. It was better to be safe than sorry.

By the time he was walking around the back counter and heading for the door, the clock read 10:03.

Tommy thought he was doing great.

        As he was walking to the front doors, something caught his eyes. One of the tables simply looked off. The salt, pepper and sugar were filled, thanks to Niki, but- 

        Oh, well that was strange. Salt grains were spilled all over the top of the table and in no small amount. Tommy frowned and wiped all of it into a small white mountain in his palm. Niki was usually such a perfectionist, why would she leave all this? Actually, there were some on that table too. And that one!

        Completely bewildered, Tommy went around the entire cafe/bakery, swiping salt into a small trash bag (because two tables worth was more than he could fit in his hand), hardly even knowing what else to question about this. It was so out of the ordinary! Maybe she was feeling really sick and that’s why she had to leave? I should ask her if she’s ok. He shook his head and wandered into the back to throw the bag in the trash.

        When Tommy came out again, fiddling with the keys and ready to leave, he almost screamed. There, sitting at table 3 were two boys who most certainly were not there before and he didn’t hear them come in. Oh fucking hell, now I gotta tell these guys to go away. It would have been easier if they were adults, but they were kids, probably his age with no adult supervision either. Everything was harder with people his age.

        One was rather short, with fluffy, curly brown hair, in a green army jacket-ish thing with lots of pockets, turned away from him at the table and facing his friend. The other had split dyed hair, bright eyes and a sweater with sleeves rolled up over a white shirt. Tommy had never had issues with his vision, but he couldn't see them very well from over here. 

        Getting closer, he realized that both boys were pretty thin, the tall one especially (he must have been the tallest person Tommy had ever seen), with dark bags under their eyes and pale skin. That...was starting to paint a picture he didn't like. The tall one especially, again, was paler than death, but had darkness crawling up his wrists and in part of his hair, particularly encompassing the left half of his body. He turned his head to look at Tommy and before he immediately looked away again, Tommy caught the flash of green and red eyes.

What the fuck?

        Tommy stared. They must be fucking cosplayers or something, he decided. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, scolding himself for what he knew he was probably about to do. He stopped the the side of their table. "You guys know we're closed, right?"

        "The door was open," the short one replied innocently. Was it? I thought I closed it? Tommy could see the familiar gleam of cheek in his eyes--well, eye. The right one was grayish and dead looking. Tommy didn't comment on it, it wasn't his place.

        "The food is already packed away," Tommy told them, hoping they would get the hint and leave.

        "I'm sorry, we're just so hungry, please could you give us something?"

        "The food here is amazing," the tall one added. 

        Just as he predicted, Tommy caved. "Fuckin- fine. What do you want? Make it easy or you're not getting shit."

        "Ooh! Ooh! A honey bun!"

        "Just a tall iced chai and an egg sandwich for me please. Unless you guys finally put spaghetti on the menu. Did you?"

        "Does this look like Olive Garden to you? No we don't have spaghetti." The blonde rolled his eyes. "Alright, gimme a sec."

        Not that he was glad for it now, but at least he succeeded in putting the food away securely. It was a pain in the ass to get anything out again, but he grabbed an egg sandwich and a honey bun and popped them in the microwave together and started making the chai. Now, if anyone else comes in, you gotta tell them to fuck off, or you'll be here all night, he scolded himself. 

        The two boys were waiting patiently and chatting, both bursting into laughter every few minutes. Tommy almost wanted to go be apart of their conversation. Almost. One did not simply insert themselves into customers conversations, even if he wasn't going to make them pay. He turned back around and watched the microwave intently. A creeping chill started up his back that he couldn't ignore. It was sickeningly familiar, but no one else was here to call him strange or whisper about him in secret, so it didn't matter; he let it be even if it's very presence pissed him off. The microwave dinged. 

        When he turned around again the shadows in the corners seemed larger than ever before, but he was used to that, especially at night. Actually, it was surprising how little it had happened since moving here--Tommy almost dared to think-

        "Here you go." Both boys' eyes lit up when he placed the food in front of them. Almost literally. 

        "Thanks bossman!"

        "Yes, thank you!" It must have been Tommy's imagination, but they both scarfed down the food impossibly fast, mouths opening wider than they should be able too. In moments, everything (not that there was much) was gone. Tommy blinked in surprise, but once again decided not to think about it. Thank the gods for small mercies, he thought instead. Now he could go home. He swept his gaze once more around the cafe to make sure no one else had snuck in when he wasn't looking and cleared their table. 

        Turning around, he called out, "Alright, now it's time for you to leave-" but they were already gone.

        Tommy only stared for a moment before forcing a shrug and a sigh and walking out the doors, being careful to lock them behind him.

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        The worst thing about working a closing shift was opening the next morning. Also his first time doing, but he again didn't think that mattered, especially when he was the one who closed the night before so even if he did it wrong, he knew where everything was and the boss would never know. Besides, first thing monday morning, the cafe and bakery were both pretty dead, so he had some time to himself. 

        After whipping up a quick macchiato for one of their regulars, Tommy let himself grab a pastry from the bakery stores and fucked around on his phone until someone else demanded his attention. His mind was idle enough that flappy bird was plenty to keep him busy, but his brain was also rude and decided to wake up and start thinking about everything else. Everything he shouldn't be. 

        The boy's mouth opened wide, the edges almost seeming jagged, but it must be a trick of the light, right? His lips are too thin, split with several spidery lines of dried blood. The shadows flicker around him like friends-

        Stop. He wasn't thinking about that. Y'know what? He wasn't even sure it really happened. Must have been some weird fever dream. He was tired, they were just some late night assholes who don't know the meaning of the word "closed".

        The short boy's canines were sharp. Sharp enough that he noticed. Playful dark, dark blue eyes sat in a face so pale he looked like a gho-

        Tommy's flappy bird crashed and died, little cowboy hat falling off when it hit the ground. 0/10. Not pogchamp.

        The blonde huffed and restarted the game, keeping careful eye on the number in the corner steadily ticking up, up, up-

        Their mouths were stretching, insides dark and empty, their limbs moved stiff and deadly still, not even the slightest quiver in the cafe's chill. When the tall one's hand moved in front of the purple mug on the shelf behind him, Tommy thought he could still see it, just faintly, the outline of it's delicate handle. They were see through they were see through not human not alive gho-

        "Hey!"

        Tommy's head shot up and he had to hold in a spooked gasp, fumbling not to drop his phone. His eyes flickered around the front counter, for a moment not seeing the tall brunette until he dinged the little bell again. The tinny sound bounced around loudly in his skull, obnoxiously impossible to ignore.

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        "Hey, are you alright?"

Foolish was muttering something frantically to Puffy with a horror stricken look. When Tommy got closer he could only hear her reply, “call the Exterminators”

It was later at the end of the shift when he overheard their conversation again. “They’re busy dealing with a necromancy job.” Tommy could feel the blood drain from his face and the exact moment Foolish noticed him. “Hey, Tommy, you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” Foolish's chuckle at his own joke cut off abruptly when Puffy punched him.

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       @wilbur "Um- I'm sorry sir, I'm not sure I'm legally allowed to give you that many shots."

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someone: are you a criminal?

Tommy: not here

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"They're saying that the traveling necromancer has showed up in our city!" His heart rate was racing and blood static buzzed in his ears, blocking out some of Puffy and Foolish's conversation. "...all over the...Supposedly he's from Logstedshire-"

Tommy choked. Bile rose in his throat and he couldn't breathe from the way nausea was creeping higher and higher until he wanted to puke. Logstedshire?!

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“Don’t worry,” the Hunter—Dream—said, putting a not-so-reassuring hand on Tommy’s shoulder, “I know a necromancer when I see one.”

———-

Tommy Innit is the name on all of his legal documents, the name on his library card and the name that'll be on his driver's licence if he ever gets a car, but considering that he's an 18 year old, living on minimum wage and on the run, that wasn't likely to happen soon.  Maybe he should have picked a name further away from Thomas-

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"What's you name, kid?"

"Tommy Innit."

The man frowned at him. "No, what's your real name."

"That is my real name," Tommy answered through gritted teeth. "Do you want me to prove it to you?"

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Tommy Becomes a Necromancer

--“Now hurry the fuck up before I necromancy you to death 

That seems a bit counter intuitive, don’t you think?

Not the way I do it

And how’s that?

Stab and necromance. “

It’s Tommy and Wilbur 100%

(chapter name?) Being Dead is No Excuse

——

Someone: it’s too late, he’s already dead

phil: *cracks knuckles* I didn’t get my medical licence revoked for nothing

——-

"Just kill me already," Wil groaned.

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Technoblade hated being brought back from the dead.

The worst part was the cold. He has been fucking freezing since the moment he woke up and it’s barely gotten better. Oh, and not to mention the manner in which he woke up in the first place. He was screaming—not outwardly, his vocal cords hadn’t been used in decades, possibly centuries and they weren’t ready for that yet—everything was so loud and so painful and the voices came back almost immediately, giving him a splitting headache as if the burn in his lungs and the scratching of his throat and the mind numbing ache of his bones wasn’t bad enough. Technoblade had dealt with pain, but his nerves were fresh and he had never dealt with it well anyway. 

He couldn’t get up right away. At first he didn’t even know what had happened or that he was laying face up in a necromancer’s lair, much less that he was alive again, really. It was disorienting and confusingly numb and after the panic set in and then faded again once he could force himself to move again, he decided that his current state of Not-Quite-Alive-Not-Quite-Dead wasn’t really worth the experience. He had had a moment—only a moment really, to come to peace with the fact that he was dying when he did, and now he couldn’t even have that.

That was another thing. It was more uncomfortable than anything else, but he realized that he didn’t remember how he died. When he met the necromancer, he didn’t ask.

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Thomas Watson Doesn't Exist

"We can go with you, Phil, we love you, we don't mind!"

"It's not safe," he insisted.

"He's going to grow up without a father Phil!"

"He's going to grow up a normal fucking kid!"

That was the first time he had ever yelled at his wife. She accepted his rather tearful apology, but it was easier to leave after that.

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"Thomas Watson, you are under arrest for charges of blood manipulation, disrespect of burial grounds, summoning, and necromancy! Come out with your hands up!"

[sllverchariot]

Get to You (Polnareff x Reader) Chapter Ten

You're a bright eyed and ambitious Anthropology student, just setting off for the international vacation of your dreams. Just days into your trip, however, you encounter a devious and charming man who would set into motion a string of events that would change your life forever, for better or for worse. ♡ word count - 1.6k ♡ warnings - some brief mentions of previous trauma/emotional abuse/manipulation/cheating ♡ notes - this is crossposted on ao3 under the same username as here. there are currently 14 chapters written and posted over there and i'm working on posting them here as well, but if you're interested in more i suggest checking there first since updates are far more frequent on there! i'd honestly completely forgot about posting on here, but thank you to everyone who has given it a read!! ♡ this fic follows the events of stardust crusaders with some changes obviously. enjoy!!!

You all were back in the desert once more, standing around in confusion as you waited for some sort of explanation from the old man. Until a loud rumbling in the distance drew everyone’s attention to the sky. 

“Hm? Hey, do you hear that noise too?” Polnareff asked.

”They’ve arrived.” Said Joseph, as the vehicle in the air started to close in.

”It’s a helicopter!” Polnareff shouted in amazement.

”Thanks for the update, captain obvious.” Kakyoin replied flatly, which made you giggle.

The helicopter continued circling, and Joseph explained they were from the Speedwagon Foundation. The wind and sand picked up, blowing into everyone’s faces as the copter neared the ground.

It was difficult to hear much of anything over the noise, but you heard Joseph speak of  “a new ally” as the chopper prepared to land. 

Mr. Joestar and Avdol went back and forth a moment, discussing the possible cons of bringing along this new companion, and Joseph went on to explain your new ally’s stand was represented by the card of “The Fool”. 

“Wait, The Fool?” Polnareff laughed. “Sounds like a pretty stupid card if you want my opinion.” 

Avdol turned back to glare daggers at the Frenchman. “You should count your blessings that he’s on our side. You can’t beat him.”

In his usual fashion, Polnareff grew irritated at the prospect of being told what to do, about to start an argument with Avdol before Kakyoin broke things up. 

“Enough, you two. The helicopter’s here.” He said, everyone closing in on the now-quiet copter as the blades whirred to a stop. 

The doors swung open to reveal two men, everyone waiting in suspense and suspicion. The men introduced themselves to Mr. Joestar, while Jotaro grilled them on which one was the stand user. 

It was revealed that in fact, neither was the stand user, as one man opened up the back door to the chopper, revealing a seemingly empty backseat. 

Seeing such a sight, Polnareff took it upon himself to waltz up to the vehicle, leaning inside and loudly jeering at the mystery man. 

The Frenchman was quickly scolded by the Speedwagon employee and Joseph for his blasé attitude, everyone urging him to step away from the copter for fear of what the man might do.

As Polnareff turned his back to the open rear sear, a figure came barreling out, teeth bared and snarling as he leapt onto Polnareff, growling and barking as he pulled the hair straight from Polnareff’s head. 

“Don’t tell me this dog is-“ Jotaro started, only to be cut off by a sound of confirmation from the old man.

”Yes, this dog possesses the stand of ‘The Fool’. His name is Iggy, and he’s crazy about ripping chunks of hair out of people’s heads! To be honest with you, I’m not sure where he’s from. But Avdol found him in New York after none of the dog catchers could wrangle him. And it’s thanks to Avdol that he’s not roaming the streets now.” Joseph explained, and you stifled a giggle. 

“Oh, there’s probably something I should’ve mentioned.” Joseph continued, looking a little worried as he watched the scene unfolding before him. “When he’s in the middle of ripping out someone’s hair, he likes to uh-”

Avdol put his head in his hands as the chaos slowed for a moment, just long enough for Iggy to let a heinous fart rip right on Polnareff’s head.

”-pass gas in their face…” Joseph finally finished, while Polnareff twitched in horror. “It’s a disgusting habit, really.”

The dog finally leapt off of Polnareff’s head, propelling himself off as Polnareff fell on his back into the sand. You were finding it difficult to keep a straight face at this point, this new companion becoming a quick favorite of yours.

Polnareff continued to wail on the ground, summoning Silver Chariot as the dog looked on, suddenly summoning his own fearsome stand from the sand. 

Silver Chariot struggled against The Fool, and eventually the dog had Polnareff pinned on the ground again in another hair-tearing attack.

This one-sided battle continued, until Avdol retrieved Iggy’s ‘favorite snack’ from one of the Speedwagon employees. The dog was quickly distracted by the coffee-flavored gum, barreling toward Avdol and snatching the whole pack right from the man’s grip.

As the dog gnawed away at the gum, you knelt down beside him, extending your hand to him.

”Hi, good boy.” You said, as he gave you a look and lifted his head to sniff your outstretched hand. “I liked that little scene with Polnareff back there, I think you and I will get along just fine.” As if understanding every single one of your words, Iggy let out a whine and jumped into your arms, making himself comfortable as you scratched his ears.

He stayed in your arms like that while the others unpacked the helicopter, chewing away on his gum, and shooting a very pointed glare at Polnareff.

”Damn that little menace! He’s completely ruined my picturesque hair!” Polnareff moaned as he shook his fists. “(Y/n), what are you doing?! That mutt is feral!”

”Polnareff, how could you say that?! Look at his sweet face, you just provoked him!” You argued, squishing your face against Iggy’s as you held him. 

“Ugh, we’ll see how you feel when you catch rabies.” Polnareff sneered, and you rolled your eyes.

”Look sharp, everyone!” Joseph announced suddenly, turning back towards everyone as he held a camera brought by the Speedwagon Foundation. 

Everyone crowded in for a photo, sat together on the rocks jutting from the sand.

As the Polaroid developed, everyone leaned in to look at it, smiles on every face as the hot desert sun illuminated you all. 

“Fantastic, this is a perfect memento.” Said Kakyoin, passing the photo off to Jotaro.

The sweet moment was interrupted by a scream, and everyone looked up to see Polnareff running for his life from the terrier once again, shouting at Avdol to give him the coffee-flavored gum. 

“Now why in the world would I do that, when the two of you are already such good friends, Polnareff?” Avdol replied lazily.

”Aw, good boy Iggy!” You shouted in response, giggling as the two ran in circles.

A short while later, the folks from the Speedwagon Foundation prepared to set off, everyone standing by as the helicopter sprang to life once more, kicking up sand as the blades spun. 

Joseph stood and spoke with one of the employees, questioning him about his daughter’s illness, only to be informed that her health was rapidly declining. The employee explained to Mr. Joestar that Holly had maximum two weeks left if the group didn’t work quickly. 

You all just looked on in shock, everyone dismayed by the news, before the man continued. He went on to explain that a spy from the Foundation had observed a group of nine people gathered at a  place believed to be Dio’s hideout. He said how the spy was killed shortly thereafter, and the mansion was vacated.

At this news, everyone began discussing the possibility of nine new stand users, Kakyoin arguing that the only stands related to the Tarot cards that hadn’t yet been defeated was Hol Horse’s Emperor, and The World, which was assumed to be Dio’s.

”Listen, I hate to be the one to go there but we have to consider this. My stand isn’t related to the Tarot at all, which means if I’m any indication, there could be an incredible amount of stand users out there that we don’t know about. I mean, I didn’t have any idea about stands before this, and Dio still found me.” You reasoned, growing weary as you began to really consider what that could mean.

Your words didn’t have long to settle before the old man piped up, explaining how Dio’s head still hadn’t adjusted to his new body. But despite that, he’ll do anything to keep your group out of Cairo. These revelations weighed heavily on everyone.

The Speedwagon employees finally said their goodbyes, Joseph thanking them for their help as they set back off in that copter. 

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Everyone was piled in the off-road vehicle as it rolled through the desert. Joseph and Jotaro sat up front, with Kakyoin, Avdol and Polnareff crushed in the trunk, while you sat spaciously in the backseat with Iggy.

You felt eyes on your back, as Polnareff leaned over into the backseat and glared daggers at you and the dog. Finally, the Frenchman let out a loud groan as he started to whine.

”Ugh, Mr. Joestar, why are you letting him get away with this?! It’s not fair he gets to be in the backseat while we’re stuck in the trunk! And in case you didn’t know, it’s not exactly spacious back here! I’m gonna need a chiropractor! And how come (Y/n) gets to sit with him?!” Polnareff complained, and you stifled a laugh.

”Look, I know it’s not ideal, but you’ll just have to wait until the gum runs out of flavor. When it does, throw another stick of gum into the trunk to lure him back there. Then you can all switch seats with him. And it’s not my fault he only likes (Y/n).” Joseph explained, as Polnareff tried to reach out to snatch the gum from Iggy, only to earn a harsh snarl in response.

”Alright, alright! Calm down already fleabag! Damn, you’re annoying.” The Frenchman whined, slinking back into his spot in the trunk, which earned Iggy a pat on the head from you.

Suddenly, the old man gasped from the drivers seat, slamming on the brakes hard. The sudden deceleration sent the back wheels up in the air and everyone’s bodies flying forward, particularly those in the trunk without seatbelts. 

Everyone yelled their complaints, but Joseph pointed forward to a grisly scene before you.

A few feet ahead lay a crash site, the Speedwagon Helicopter from just minutes before lying mangled and smoking in the sand.

[dashawfrostart]

This Week In "Time & Again" #4: Musings, And More Lothar For Everyone!!!

So! I made myself a "To-Do Before Xmas/New Year's" list! And I'll show it to ya! Ta-daaaa!

Some stuff is vibrantly scratched out for the reason of being either a spoiler or something too private. But you get the idea. That is, of course, aside from my grand work on Chapter 5 of "Time & Again", depending on how busy I am with my "wife life" outside of artistic activities. I think I've never mentioned that, but in my scripts and notes I use "JLo" as a short way to say "Jeanny and Lothar". You're welcome 😁 You probably would say I start off the work on Doom anniversary artwork way too early, almost a whole month in advance. But I'd rather do it very well in advance, to make certain it's complete in time. I had a few situations before when I ended up failing my own tasks because I didn't properly estimate time and effort required to complete an artwork... Mind you, this summer I just flat out FORGOT about a celebratory poster with Stu, Alan and Jade that I wanted to draw. It just slipped my mind!.. And now I'm a bit sour about it, for these people celebrated whole 18 years (!) of existence this summer. You might even say, they're now of age!!! 🤣... but I... just forgot to draw a nice artwork featuring them. That's a shame. Well, I guess, I'll try to make up to them 2 years later, on their 20th anniversary 🤦‍♀️😤 (now that I'm thinking about it, it also might magically match with the release of the final chapter of "Time & Again", provided everything goes as smooth as before, and/or I manage to keep up good time-management... but we'll see). "Atlantis: The Lost Empire" is the Disney cartoon that inspired me TREMENDOUSLY back in the day. And it still does. You might clearly see the visual style similarities between "Atlantis" and majority of my works, and particularly when it comes down to "Time & Again". I want to try harder and make my works look even closer to "Atlantis" - which means I'll have to literally break my artist's self in order to simplify/alter peculiarities of my own style to achieve what I want. That will not be easy... But this is what I would love to do. I will most likely talk even further about "Atlantis" in my next posts, perhaps not once, for a wholesome art research is waiting for me. Again. ... And since my dedicated friend Mr. Caco is already wearing the jolly Christmas bells on his head (body?..) and looks pretty excited, I should not disappoint neither himself or myself. I'll try to do everything on my list mindfully and ahead of time, whatever I can (not pushing myself too hard tho, because, according to my experience, this only upsets a person in the end). An incredibly active time awaits me in these pre-Christmas weeks. Yup. ... Aaaand of course I misspelled "practise" again 😫 Ok, memorizing and moving on!

And you know what's cool?!.. As I've been writing this post gradually little by little every day, I've already completed 2 of the tasks on the list, and 2 more are partially complete! Yipeeee! So it's all looking very good right now! 🥳🤩

It's been a few days of nice steady progress - in both life and creative endeavours. I'm trying to attempt a psychotherapy session with myself from time to time, to figure why why my mind - or rather "a radio inside my head") has been pretty much completely stuck on Duran Duran's latest album, Madness and OMD, with a slight prevalence of the latter. I presume, considering overall feel of jolliness these bands have to offer, it must have something to do with a subconscious intention to compensate for a blinding, unbearable rainbow of sh-... 😅 sorry, I meant: "an unfortunate set of events" that will indeed take place in Chapter 5. Because I truly feel I must compensate somehow. Psychological questions of how exactly we choose music to accompany our activities, what the choice is based on, and what exactly it depends on - all of that is extremely interesting to me, especially since music is such a big part of my life. However, the music I've been listening to while working on the chapters of "Time & Again" is a whole huge topic to talk about - possibly for hours at least, but most likely for days. So I presume I'll make a separate post about it a bit later on, depending on my inspiration. I think its fairly safe to give me "a music connoisseur" descriptor for proper identification. This states clearly how much I love, appreciate, and value music as a form of art. This has been always true, since I was a teenager, I believe. I used to collect music magazines, namely "Classic Rock", and books about my favourite bands. And I sure still keep it up, just not as actively as I used to before (for somebody spends nearly all her time drawing some weird graphic novel of sorts, cough... unbelievable!).

But back to "Time & Again" now! Within those last days I've drawn Lothar only, avoiding the other character completely. Currently most of the latest pages only contain his pretty and highly suspicious smile. (like that one, for example... 👇)

That is because the other character still requires a higher degree of certainty in their design. I already had the design finalized and confirmed earlier on, but now it needs a slight correction for a better fit into, mmm, let's say the mood of certain events. I believe, I'll have to refer to Doomguy's mugshot spritesheet working on that peculiar task. Why in the hell (did you hear me?! "why in the hell", 😉 ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-haaaa... *wink wink, twitch twitch* aaah, that was a terrible joke, wasn't it?..) does this game emerge yet again as I write about my graphic novel?.. Well, I believe you will see sometime next year 😉

One more thing that still requires urgent attention from me is the final design of Lothar's underarm pistol holsters. While the choice of his equipment has already been made, I need to invest some little time to do a little training/practice before I start adding that peculiar element of his outfit steadily on each page. To me, one of the trickiest things about redrawing guns from the guns existing in the real world is to find good reference photos, because you need a good look from as many sides and angles as possible, if you want precision and no crooked art. Otherwise... you have to improvise. Which I can do. But I prefer not to. Even though the guns Jeanny and Lothar have in my story are all based off the real pistols, SMGs and whatnot starting from Chapter 2, I allow myself to stray from the actual designs a little (for the high amount of details is going to be appreciated only by the gun nerds around... but I doubt it most of my readers will even pay attention and google for those guns to check if they're taken straight from reality or not). But I deeply enjoy to keep the guns recognizable enough for someone who actually might appreciate that. 🤓🌹 ... But goodness gracious, is it ever difficult to find good reference photos for the guns! 😤 Sometimes it's even hard to find good ones for the guns from the videogames, too. I remember, once I wanted to equip Jeanny with a pair of magnums from Tomb Raider 1, but I could not find any information on what kind of a real life pistol those were based off, and the screenshots from the game - obviously - were pretty pixelated and/or blurry. Soooo... no magnums for Jeanny (yet). No offense, Jeanny. I tried hard, believe me.

What else happened lately, you dare ask me? You see, when you keep drawing and drawing constantly, you might find yourself getting carried away - and sometimes NOT in the direction you expected. When your artworks are stylized - like mine - and when you start to draw details that you see fit or needed, you might find it that you're subconsciously altering your own style, you're "reshaping" it on the go, aaaaand... it might turn weird. You begin to "stumble", you might say. When this happens, I feel like my adorable and treasured creative spark that's always been serving me well has just accidentally and unexpectedly started to burn the curtains, and now the entire room smells funky. Eeeew. When I feel like my head's on fire because I'm overdoing it, I might occasionally take a break and explore the works of the other artists. And that's EXACTLY when "Atlantis" comes in. And then... when I feel like I'm gettin' overly "stuck", it's time to explore and refresh. Makes sense, right?! Currently my "refreshing state" includes gazing at "Atlantis" screenshots, promo arts and animated gifs, as well as sketching the Doom 30th Anniversary poster. The latter still needs a lot of work - but I'm not gonna babble about it here, because this post is primarily about "Time & Again".

Although a lot of stuff still needs to be done for Chapter 5 and the rest of "Time & Again", the work on it goes steady and nicely, and with very little interruptions. A fight with unnecessary perfectionism goes quite well, too. There are still a few dark spots here and there in regard of certain angles and designs - but I'm enjoying the process through and through!

Perhaps, a screenshot from a WIP frame for a farewell will especially cheer you up! Mmmmm, dat look.

Gotta wrap it up, wrote too much again; I gotta keep something exciting for the next post after all, hahaaaaaa! See you next time! 👋

[glimmerglanger]

One more Make Your Bed prompt for the road, because I have no shame: I'd love Cody's perspective on their first time. :D?

:DDDDDDDDD GUESS WHICH PROMPT I TOOK FIRST. I couldn’t resist, I suppose.

ANYWAY, this is obviously post-“Make Your Bed.” It’s a spicy time! Not safe for wizards fic about a couple figuring out how they might fit together. Mentions of canon events and trauma, but not very much. Codywan, first time, sweet and slow.

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Cody caught on to kissing quickly. They didn’t do much beyond that, not at first. They were both recovering from exhaustion and injuries. Grief. For the first few days, Cody’s body didn’t even really...respond in the way he expected. 

He got no more than half-hard, despite the way his heart picked up and raced with the brush of Obi-Wan’s mouth against his. Apparently, there was only so far he could push his body. He’d reached a limit, somewhere along the way.

They healed, planned, and slept and at some point, he must have...recovered.

He woke up sprawled across Obi-Wan one morning, and it was such a relief, still, to wake up to the immediate reminder that Obi-Wan was alive, with him, and safe. Cody drew in a breath, shifting, and realized that he’d...woken up in a very familiar predicament.

His cock pressed against Obi-Wan’s hip, warm through the fabric of his sleeping clothes. He’d woken up in such a way...more times than he liked to think about. Usually, he rolled out of the bunk and went to handle it in the fresher.

But that had been before they discussed things. Before they kissed.

Cody felt hyper-aware, all at once, of the sprawl of his body against Obi-Wan’s. He recalled, with stunning clarity, the feeling of kissing him. He swallowed, loudly, and Obi-Wan rasped, “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Cody murmured back, fleetingly grateful that Obi-Wan had said nothing about being, well. Up. He held himself very still. His hips wanted to roll, instinctively, but he’d long ago learned how to control that impulse.

They’d kissed. And now they were lying in bed together, both of them...hard, and he wanted.

He shifted. His mouth was very close to Obi-Wan’s throat, and he’d learned - already - that Obi-Wan liked to be kissed there. He slid closer, heart beating fast, and brushed his lips to soft skin, Obi-Wan making a low, welcoming sound.

Cody’s breath stuttered out at the response. Something ached in his gut, fast and hot. Obi-Wan slid a hand up his arm, tilting his head to one side on the pillow, and Cody forgot about why he wasn’t rolling his hips, shifting in a slow grind that sent a flare of pleasure up his spine and made him groan.

He realized, waking up faster by the moment, that he could slide his hand up Obi-Wan’s stomach, under the hem of his shirt, dragging the fabric up. Obi-Wan gasped, twitching under him, pressing into his hand, and--

That was, of course, when Bones commed them to let them know that Amidala was finally waking up.

Cody swore and sat up, half-ready to throttle Bones. Obi-Wan pushed up on an elbow, and Cody glanced at him. He looked… soft. Rumpled. Sad, still, but Cody could hardly fault him for that. Cody’s gaze slid further, quite without his permission, and he shivered at the stretch of fabric across Obi-Wan’s--

Hips.

Cody blinked hurriedly, looking away again, and rasped, “Kriff.”

“Almost, but not quite,” Obi-Wan chirped back at him, with a fast little smile, before rolling out of the bed. And Cody stared at the far wall after Obi-Wan disappeared in the fresher, aching.

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Cody felt distracted throughout the day. He was sure that it had been easier to set aside the flares of want in his gut, before. Then again, things between them had...shifted. Just a little. He found himself thinking about that shift, again, after they returned to their quarters in the evening.

He set out the food he’d grabbed from the mess, and Obi-Wan brought over two cups full of tea. They ate, discussed their next move - they’d almost finished the de-chipping enough to consider going to Kamino - and through all of it, Cody’s gut felt tight.

He cut Obi-Wan a sideways look as they straightened away the remains of their meal. They’d lived together for so long, fallen long ago into ritual and pattern. Obi-Wan would, likely, go meditate after the meal. Cody would clean his blaster, review reports. 

He had no idea how to...adjust that schedule, to fit in the other things he wanted.

Cody blew out a breath, watching Obi-Wan rinse out their cups in the kitchenette, the throb of want in his gut getting stronger. He flexed his hands out, and, when Obi-Wan turned, washing up finished, Cody put a hand on his shoulder and rocked up against him, brushing a kiss to his mouth.

Obi-Wan made a sweet sound, hand settling at Cody’s hip, tugging him a little closer, so apparently he wasn’t terribly put out by having his meditation delayed. Cody slid fingers back into Obi-Wan’s hair, neck protesting the angle for a tinging moment, before Obi-Wan let himself slouch, leaning a hip against the counter, diminishing the difference in their height.

Cody groaned, because the shift in positions left them pressed together, and he couldn’t stop the roll of his hips. It felt good, and--

And Obi-Wan drew back from the kiss, nuzzling back towards Cody’s ear, and murmured, “I could give you a hand with that, if you like.” 

The words made Cody’s hips shift again, and his voice sounded strange when he said, “Yes. I’d like--yes.”

He felt the curve of Obi-Wan’s mouth into a smile against his jaw. “Alright,” Obi-Wan said, and nudged him, coaxing him across the room and to their little bunk. Cody had vague ideas about how - this kind of thing was supposed to go, gathered here and there over the years, but they’d all of them fled his head as he eased down onto the mattress, Obi-Wan joining him a moment later.

He pulled Obi-Wan back into a kiss, pressing against him. It was second nature to press close to him in their bed, after all. Obi-Wan murmured against his mouth, a moment later, “It’s often nicer, without fabric in the way.”

Cody tried and failed to bite back the sound in his throat. He shifted, twisting up enough to pull his shirt off and toss it somewhere far away. He reached for the waistband of his pants and froze as Obi-Wan pushed off his undertunic, and--

Obi-Wan was still too thin. The remains of the damage to his shoulder and back hadn’t completely disappeared, the black and purple color a reminder of what Cody had ordered done to him, and--

“Cody?” Obi-Wan asked, quietly, tunic halfway down his arms, something tense in his voice. “Ah,” he said, a beat later, and started to tug the fabric up again.

“Don’t,” Cody blurted, reaching out to catch his hands, to arrest the movement. “I just.” He shook himself and, still squeezing Obi-Wan’s hands, leaned down into him, pressing a kiss to the edge of the purple mark, hearing Obi-Wan suck in a sharp breath at the touch.

“Oh,” Obi-Wan said, faintly, as Cody brushed kisses around the edges of the mark. He sank back against the mattress, and Cody followed along, releasing his hands to tug at the tunic, easing fabric out of the way. Obi-Wan ran hands over his skin, in return, touching here and there, everywhere.

Cody half-expected a comm to go off, as Obi-Wan tugged him up to kiss him again, but they stayed blessedly silent.

They stayed silent even as Obi-Wan nudged him over onto his side and slid a hand down his stomach, pausing at the edge of his pants to raise an eyebrow, to say, gently, “We don’t have to.”

Cody jerked out a nod. They’d had...an awkward conversation a few days past, during which Obi-Wan had felt the need to make it very clear that he was not simply expecting sex and would happily go without indefinitely, if Cody had no interest in it. Some people didn’t, he’d said.

Cody felt like he might perish if they didn’t proceed past the current moment. He lost patience and reached down, undoing the latches on his pants himself, and Obi-Wan grinned at him, leaning in to kiss him again, sliding his hand past the waistband and--

Cody had taken himself in hand too many times to count. He’d suspected, vaguely, that it would feel much the same to have someone else touch him. He groaned in pleasure and shock at the first brush of Obi-Wan’s fingers along his aching cock.

Obi-Wan’s fingers were long and slightly cool, callused here and there from years of lightsaber use. But he was so gentle. He stroked carefully, so different from the often perfunctory way Cody touched himself, just trying to bring himself off so he could get back to the rest of the day.

Cody groaned when Obi-Wan finally curled his hand. He pushed his hips up into the circle of Obi-Wan’s fingers, holding onto Obi-Wan’s forearm with one hand, some part of his brain desperate to make sure that Obi-Wan didn’t stop or go anywhere.

Obi-Wan pressed kisses to his jaw and throat as he moved his hand, not going fast as all. He shifted, and Cody gripped at his shoulder, well-aware that he’d...stalled out, almost, that he was just lying there and getting touched and perhaps he should--

“Hm,” Obi-Wan murmured, kissing his chest and shifting again. “I’m going to try something. I suspect you’ll rather like it.”

“What--” Cody started and stopped as Obi-Wan slid down his body, still moving his hand, shoulders bowing over and--

Cody made a strange, ragged sound, all the thoughts running out of his head at once. Obi-Wan had--curled over and licked him, hot and wet, lips just sliding over the tip of Cody’s cock and--

Obi-Wan made a sound that was almost a cough, strange and muffled, because he didn’t lift his mouth away when Cody’s body bowed up and he came, just like that, the touch so surprising and good. He’d had no defenses against it. 

It felt--amazing. Cody slumped fully back against the mattress, breathing hard, pleasure radiating up through his gut and leaving him dazed. It was, he thought, not really comparable to what he’d been doing to himself in the fresher for years.

Obi-Wan leaned up, after only a moment, dragging his thumb across his wet bottom lip, a smile crooking up the corners of his mouth. There was no sign of a mess, and Cody groaned again, because - because he was used to the sonic blasting away any evidence, but Obi-Wan had swallowed it, it was inside of him, and--

“I’ll take that as a ringing endorsement of--” Obi-Wan started, and Cody grabbed him, pulling him down to kiss his mouth and shoving him, at the same moment, getting him sprawled on the bed. “Oh,” Obi-Wan said, a moment later, and then, voice getting breathier as Cody focused, “Oh.”

And, after, they curled together just as they’d always done at night, except without any clothes in the way. Skin pressed to skin, Obi-Wan’s back cradled against his chest. Cody let out a shuddery breath, tracing his fingers down the line of Obi-Wan’s side and back up again.

He...hadn’t known what to expect from sex. He’d heard plenty of his brothers talk about it and he’d seen some pornography. But-- he’d been unsure if it would--change things, or…

He slid his hand down Obi-Wan’s side again, around to his stomach, moving his palm up until it rested over Obi-Wan’s heart, beating steady and strong. He blinked his suddenly stinging eyes, burying his face against the back of Obi-Wan’s shoulder, realizing that it hadn’t, really, changed much of anything.

It hadn’t changed how he felt, or - or rewritten the stars. It was just...another little piece of their lives together, slotting into a new shape, a piece of pleasure they could share together and--

“Rest,” Obi-Wan said, softly, covering Cody’s hand with his own, warm and soft and safe in their bed, where he belonged.

[lavenderslemonade]

Hello! I'd like to make a request if I may! How would Aizawa, Mic and All Might react if they found out their S/O used to be a Villain (a pretty bad one at that) but gave it all up just to be with them. How they find out is totally up to you! Thank you!

Sure thing! Also, my requests are currently open if anyone is interested!

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How (Aizawa, Present Mic, and All Might) React to Their S/O Being an Ex-Villian

Aizawa 

- He knew you had come from a pretty tough life, he just didn’t know how tough

- He found out when principal Nezu asked if it was okay for the school to look into your background at the chance of hiring you as a substitute for possible classes

- Aizawa gave them permission, though knew it would be best to talk with you first, though just in case you were down for it, you could already be in the clear to start

- When he brought it up during dinner that evening he noticed you had visibly tensed before running to the bathroom to throw up

- He couldn’t understand why such news would make you upset

- You can’t bring yourself to look him in the eyes, due to what you know he’s now bound to find out

- When Nezu calls him into his office, he’s suspected that you’ve been given the all clear, but Nezu just gives him a sympathetic look before stating that the school doesn’t feel comfortable hiring an ex-villian

- Nezu, feels nothing but pity and shame for having to break the news to the teacher, and slides the file to Aizawa for him to read over

- He finds out that your parents died when you were a child, something he already knew about

- Though he knew you had adopted parents, he didn’t know that before then you have been bounced around from multiple foster homes

- He reads the reports of physical abuse by different families, and once he gets to your high schools years, he see’s where you were first arrested

- It started out as petty theft from stealing food, to cheap jewelry from stores

- It wasn’t till he read up to your late teens that you started doing extreme theft

- Robbing museums of priceless jewels as well as stores, plus helping sell illegal weapons to villians

- Once he got around to you being twenty three he noticed that all the villainous things you used to do just stopped

- He remembers when he met you when you were twenty two at the local cat cafe near his house

- You claimed to be busy mostly due to work, which he now found out what that was, though it clicks in his head that once you turned twenty three was when the two of you had started to date and get serious

- When he gets home, he’s still processing the information

- He was married to an ex-villian, you had been keeping this from him

- He honestly feels betrayed, upset, and currently feeling conflicted about being angry

- He finds you in the bedroom, knees against your chest, staring blankly at the wall

- You just look so sad, and hollow, and something that attracts his attention is the packed up suitcases beside you

- Were you really planning to leave now that he had found out?

- “I’ll go if you want. I’m sorry I never told you.” You stated, still not being able to bring your eyes to meet his

- He just sighs and climbs onto the bed with you, watching once again as your body tenses 

- “Why did you never tell me.” There’s clear evidence of hurt and anger in his voice causing you to roughly swallow 

- “Because I never wanted you to give me that look. All those nasty looks of disgust I could receive from people who would watch as I was arrested, but I can’t handle you looking at me that way.” You’d choke back a sob

- Aizawa would honestly be conflicted

- He doesn’t know if he should pull you into a hug and comfort you, or just let you be

- Though he weighed against the last option feeling you needed some times, he couldn’t bring himself to leave you alone

- He was scared, and knew that if he left you alone you’d take it as him wanting you gone, and no doubt about it if he came to check on you, you’d probably be gone through the window and left down the fire escape of your apartment building never to be seen again

- The thought of you leaving caused his chest to ache. The two of you had spent the past six years happily married

- You weren’t a villian anymore, you have paid your dues, and learned from them, thus he felt he had nothing to judge you on or hate you for

- The past is the past, and he honestly wanted you forever in his future

- He’d wrap you in his arms, hugging you close as you sob into his outfit

- When you finally fall asleep from crying so much, he’d tuck you in and start unpacking your suit cases and putting your clothes back up

- His heart would clench when he finds a copy of your wedding photo in one of your suitcases 

- After that you’re more open to him about your past, and no longer feel afraid to answer questions he has for you about your childhood

Hizashi

- He finds out by accident

- He had come home late from patrol, wanting nothing more than to take a hot shower and cuddle with you, who was most likely already asleep

- He noticed that the mail hadn’t been gotten, and figured your day must’ve been so stressful that you forgot

- Ever since he met you, you’ve been helping with community service, now rolling around to be your fourth year

- He always suspected it was a hobby or something you enjoyed doing

- Oh boy, when he saw one of the letters was from the court house for you he got a bit curious

- He knew he shouldn’t be opening your personal mail, but he was curious as to why the court house would send you a letter

- Suspects that they’re asking you about jury duty, though he’s taken back when he reads that you only have six more months left of community service, and you’ll be able to be a full member of society once again

- He’s confused till it clicks in his head

- If you were forced by law to do community service, you must’ve done something pretty bad

- He sneaks down the hall past your shared bedroom, peeking his head in to see you sleeping soundly

- He goes straight to his office and types your name into the search bar

- He watches as images of you as well as articles of your past crimes pop up

- Turns out you were born into a mafia associated family, thus you practically grew up with a family of villians

- Spends about three hours doing research, noticing that he had met you the year you started your community service, about eight months in if he was correct

- After staring at a computer screen for so long he decides to take a shower to process the information

- He decides that once you wake up the two of you could discuss this and figure out why you wanted to keep this from him

- You grew up in a family of villians, it wasn’t your choice. You didn’t know better until you had been arrested

- Once he’s done showering he notices his office door is cracked open a bit more than he remember leaving it

- He goes to peek in, noticing you at his computer, tears in your eyes and a look of heart break

- He can’t stand you looking so broken, thus he’d push the door open slightly, calling out to you

- You’d shoot your head in his direction, a look of hurt and betrayal playing on your facial features

- He’d reach out to you, but you simply stand and walk past him before he can even touch you

- He chases you down the hall, not being quick enough as you lock yourself in your shared bedroom, and he can hear the closet door opening and the sound of clothes being thrown into a bag

- He’d start to panic begging you to open the door, to talk to him, that he’s not mad you at you for keeping it a secret

- Once he starts to break down crying, you finally open the door

- Instinctively he wraps his arms around your waist hiding his face against your stomach

- He feels your body tense at this action, though it relaxes just as quick

- Can feel you trembling as well as a few sobs escaping you

- Feels you shift to be on the floor with him, holding each other close as the two of you just cry

- After you’ve both settled down, you fixed a pot of tea for the two of you

- Spending most of the night discussing your past, your child hood, and how you had honestly planned to return back to crime until you met him

- The two of you remain quiet the other half of the night, enjoying each others presence, and he can now see a sense of ease on your face 

Toshinori 

- He had actually met you while you were perched on top of a building, watching as a rich family got in their car to go to a social event

- You were preparing to loot their home while they were gone till-

- “I am here!” The loud voice nearly caused you to scream

- You look up at the tall man, realizing who he is, the one and only All Might

- You were pretty sure you had been busted

- “I thought I was patrolling this area by myself this evening? Ah well! It’s always nice to have company!” He’d laugh loudly like usual

- You’d simply chuckle awkwardly before stating you had to go, but he insisted you stay

- After that for some reason, he always appeared where you were, stating he was also there to help you patrol the area

- It started annoying you to no end, thus you tried your best to endure it till you could rob a place in peace

- He followed you around like a lost puppy, talking with you, asking your questions about your life, some which you lied about

- However, having him around became a bit of a breath of fresh air

- Whenever he would appear you’d forget about your goal of robbing a building or home

- It practically got to the point of you waiting for him so you two could talk instead of looking for a place to steal from

- It surprised you when he asked you out to dinner one evening

- You’d never seen the symbol of peace so flustered before

- That was the beginning of your relationship

- The two of you were there for each other, through thick and thin

- He finds out when he’s leaving the police station one evening after turning in a villian

- States he’s in a rush since his girlfriend is preparing dinner that night

- Tsukauchi finally asks Toshinori who he’s seeing since he’s gotten all up and romantic for the past two years

- He gives your name to the officer, and he takes note of his friends worried expression

- “That’s a little risky don’t you think? No, more than risky! Do you know how the public will react when they find out you’re dating an ex-villian?!” He’d scold

- Toshinori is honestly confused

- Was his friend mistaking you for someone else?

- Seeing Toshinori’s confused expression makes Tsukauchi sigh before showing him your file

- Toshinori silently reads through before sighing and closing it

- He arrives home late that even seeing you sitting at the table by yourself

- It hurts him to know he made you wait, but he has to ask you

- Tsukauchi had stated that it had been years since you robbed anything, he All Might was able to trace it back all the way to the week before you met him

- He had come to the conclusion early on that you had most likely been planning to rob the house he met you at

- “(y/n), we need to talk.” He states, and takes note of you visibly tensing

- He asks you about your past as a villian, and requests that you be up front with him

- He can see the look of fear in your eyes, and watches as you quickly try to make a run for it

- He’s faster, caging you against the wall, staring down at you

- He states he’s not mad, and not planning to turn you into the police, all he asks is that you be up front with him

- Thus you tell him everything

- How you were planning to rob the house you two had met at, that no matter where you turned he was there

- He feels his heart swell as you explain just spending time with him caused you to turn away from being a villian anymore

- You two would remain quiet, as you’re honestly scared about what he might do

- You were sure he would never hurt you, but there was still the chance that he would call the police

- You tensed once you felt his hands press against your arms, and slide down to grasp your small hands into his larger ones 

- He randomly apologizes for being late, and gently leads you back into the kitchen so you two can have dinner together

[ask-the-riders]

Family trees

I know I posted a couple family trees before for Famine and Conquest, but I thought I'd remake those on an actual site that was designed for that kinda thing (as opposed to using the notepad app on my phone)

Then while I was at it, I figured I'd make some trees for the others too. Just,, y'know, because why not

I know the pink and blue are supposed to be there to show gender, but eh. Yeah, I used them for that, but I also could've made the squares white, too. Which,, I forgot to do, but hey. Might as well leave it as it is

Those are under the cut, along with some explanations for anyone who might have difficulty understanding them at all (which, it's totally ok if you do, so no worries ^^ I had some difficulties with it for a little bit at first too)

*Grey text means that the person has either died or changed somehow

*Solid black text means they're alive

Famine:

The Gaster of his AU was once married to another skeleton named Arial. The pair had two sons, Sans and Papyrus. Arial died in the war against humans, and Gaster eventually remarried, this time to a human named Lila. He and Lila had a son, Tobias, who was a half brother to the other two boys. Gaster eventually died by falling into the core, and Lila was killed and eaten by starving monsters. Years passed, and Sans attempted to kill Tobias. To his knowledge, his younger brother died. A genocide run happened after a while, and that was when both Sans and Papyrus died. Sans was recruited into the group of riders and he became Famine. A while passed, and long after his relationship with Retribution got better, the two started dating

Retribution and Conquest:

He began as Nightmare, while she began as Dream. Together they were born from the tree of feelings. The tree was eventually torn down, and Dream died in an accident. Due to the loss of his brother, Nightmare abandoned his current identity and became Retribution. A while passed and he entered into a serious relationship with Famine. Dream was reincarnated, now a female skeleton named Chimera

Chimera entered into a relationship with Death, and she eventually became pregnant with their son, Mortem. During childbirth, Chimera passed away. Once her soul stabilized and she was recruited into the group of riders, she became Conquest, and she returned to not only her usual job, but also to being the mother she felt Mortem needed. Their relationship began to crumble and fall apart at some point when Mortem was still a baby/toddler, with Death explaining that he'd fallen out of love with her and wanted to move on to find a new partner - which ended up being Geno/Error

*Death was with Geno when he became merged with an alternate Error, and although it took time, the relationship became poly, with both glitches in romantic relationships with Death. Mortem would've been born at some point before War even officially met Death or Geno, back when she was Mal

Chimera (Conquest) and Kali:

Chimera was Dream's first reincarnation. She was born into a normal family, where she had an older sister named Calypso. Their parents were both lost in the war against humans, and through some turn of events, the two sisters were separated. Chimera was adopted by her AUs version of Grillby, who was also left to raise his niece, Glo. When Chimera grew up and died, she became Conquest, but because of the turn her own fate had turned, Calypso abandoned her old identity and became Kali

War:

She began as Mal, the happy little accident child of Error and Necro (produced from their magic after they'd fought, similar to how PJ was born). Necro had adopted a toddler Papyrus from a dying AU and decided to call him Lucky. Mal and Lucky took to each other and were very close, like siblings. Necro was in a serious relationship with Zerif, and Zerif was created by Life. Because Life wasn't sure how to go about taking care of him though, she gave him to Death to raise, and with Geno's help, they raised him together. Mal eventually died in a fight against Error and/or Nightmare, and when she was recruited into the group of riders, she became War. She met her soulmate, Pestilence, and the two entered into a serious relationship after a while. After they'd been together for only god knows how long, they had a daughter, Althea

*Althea hasn't even been thought of yet (as of this moment). She more than likely won't be happening until some point in their future

Death and War's situation (+ Geno/Error):

Death had left his relationship with Conquest by now, though they still worked together to raise their son, Mortem. Because Mal, War's previous incarnation, had practically grown up with Death and was very familiar with him, the two almost acted like family. When she was recruited into the group of riders and first became War, she needed to stay with Death in his home AU while she adjusted to her new aura and fluctuating magic. Through their time together, he started to think of her as his daughter. War had also begun to see him as a father figure of sorts, but she probably would've rather died than admit that. At this point in time, Death had been in his relationship with Geno/Error for quite a while. War knew about his relationship with Geno, but not his relationship with Error. This wouldn't have been the same Error that killed her - this one was an alternate who was stuck sharing a body with Geno

The Error that killed her had two brothers - Geno and Fresh. That Geno had gotten into a quarrel with an alternate version of Error a while ago in his past, and through some accident or series of events, their codes got messed up and ended up merging. It took a while for them to adjust, but eventually, they were willing to put their differences aside and work together to coexist as peacefully as possible. Geno, although he was now sharing a body with an alternate version of one of his brothers, was still Mal (and War's) biological uncle. That being said, Fresh was still her biological uncle, too

Pestilence (since he was a Sans at one point) had a brother (Papyrus) and a father (Gaster), both from his home AU, which was eventually destroyed. Aside from his dead brother and dead dad, he had no other family. That being said, he had no biological or familial ties to anyone in the group of riders. That's partially why I didn't make a family tree for him, with the other reason for me not doing so was also because it wouldn't really have been anything notable? Just a standard Gaster with two sons kinda thing, where all three of them die

And then Abrael (Mishap) doesn't get a family tree either because she has no known family (that I've come up with yet), and because like Pest, she has no biological or familial ties to anyone in the group

Then for any clarification, if it wasn't obvious or stated already: Famine comes from an AU similar to Horrortale, Death comes from Reapertale (or a close variant of it), Pestilence was a version of Sci from some unnamed AU, War was an outcode, Retribution comes from some variant of Dreamtale (as did Dream), Chimera/Conquest came from another unnamed AU, and Abrael came from the standard human world (back during the golden age of pirates, most likely)

[charrfie]

Alright now that its officially Forzen Friday let's try this post again since it didn't show up in the tags last time-

I'M FINALLY MAKING A FORZEN HC DUMP (kinda AU-ish territory but not really idk exactly) AND NONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME

There are also a few other hcs sprinkled in here related to other characters (like Darnold and Sunkist for example) but Forzen is the main focus!! Despite him being a minor character I latched onto him and fleshed him out sm yall have no idea

Everything under the cut bc this shit is gonna be LONG (and there's also some more doodles that take up a bit of space!)

Also uhh if people like this I might take one for another hlvrai character later bc I have a lot to say about everyone!!

Forzen moved from France to the US with his parents when he was around 12 or 13 (yes, I'm aware that Scorpy and Holly are French Canadian and not France French but that doesn't mean Forzen can't be, I'm just being sure to say this now before someone says something to me about it)

He wanted to go to college and eventually become a game dev, but he didn't have the funds or the support for it (his family thought anything to do with games would amount to a career that would go nowhere).

Because of this, he instead was recruited in the US military. He originally had no intent to join, but after constantly being harrassed recommended to join and being entertained with the concept of being able to afford and pay for college, he caved (hence him telling the science team that his only goal is "to graduate").

He doesn't like his job very much if that wasn't clear.

And neither do most others that have the same job like him.

He was put on a "team" of his own, Team Nice, which was likely arranged as a guaranteed way to get Forzen in the way of danger, and with no one else fighting beside him, he would be easily dealt with- no one would have to worry about him bothering them again. However, he somehow manages to survive all of this, of course. Somehow. He likely knows the real reason he was assigned his own team (if you can even call it that), but refuses to fully acknowledge it for his own sanity, and instead pretends that he's some big, important person on a team that ranks so highly, he's the only one qualified to be in it. (I apologize ahead of time for giving one of the most shitposty and throwaway characters in hlvrai this much depth and angst, there was just potential there leave me alone)

Fast forward to the actual events of hlvrai though. This hc is a little outlandish but I really like the concept!!! So, at one point, Forzen is killed, presumably by some kind of creature that was out and about due to the RenCas. The science team + Benrey stumble across him (act 2 part 2 at around 13 min in for anyone curious), and Benrey decides to use the healing beam Sweet Voice on him. While Benrey and Forzen may not be on good terms anymore, Benrey still very begrudgingly cares about him and didn't want to see him get injured or die. Forzen wakes up a minute or so after the science team exits the room, assuming that he just passed out, nothing more, and goes along with things as normal.

He meets Darnold a while after his first (concious) run in with the science team. Darnold has recently dealt with the science team and helped them out, but is pretty bummed that he couldn't travel with them, as everything was far too scary and dangerous for him. Forzen, wanting to escape Black Mesa and the military altogether, ends up making a deal with him that he'll handle all the dangerous stuff if Darnold can show him a way out.

Now, meeting Darnold is a very new experience for him, since Darnold actually enjoys his company, and actually wants to befriend him! At first, Forzen openly tries to act as if Darnold is a huge deal to put up with- he goes along with with the whole "if you're escaping outta this hellhole with me, you better keep up" kinda deal (despite the fact that he kinda NEEDS Darnold to escape and show him the way out). His walls are still very much so raised, and he doesn't let his guard down as he's not used to others caring about him and his safety. But as time passes, he begins to realize that maybe Darnold DOES want to be his friend, and the tough guy act becomes less apparent.

To preface this next one- Sunkist sensed that something was up (he has a next-level sense of danger when it comes to Tommy's safety) and got to BM as fast as he could, searching every hallway for his boy. This is when Forzen finds him!! He figures that taking Sunkist as a hostage would be enough to get extra info out of the team that's been practically plaguing him lately.

Darnold doesn't know about Forzen's plans to take Sunkist hostage, so is completely fine with traveling alongside him. At one point though, Forzen and Darnold get separated (Forzen occupies him, makes sure hes safe and then runs off to deal with Sunkist). Darnold immediately uses his surroundings to model a quick little teleporter device to get Forzen back, because, you know, the man's a genius. Idc if its logical or not just go with it shhh I've gotta fill in the plotholes with something. That's why Forzen disappears all of a sudden after he's cornered by the science team. He just pops back in front of Darnold suddenly, all confused and loopy from the whole teleportation thing.

As things begin to wind down, Darnold and Forzen make it out of BM and start making a break for it, no idea how they'll get away from BM and to safety somewhere- they didnt really think things through.

Fortunately (or unfortunately for Forzen really), however, G-man picks both of them up. He means to drop Darnold off at Tommy's party, as he observed that Darnold helped his son to safety and is grateful for it. Forzen, though, he intends to "deal with" for messing things up so badly with Tommy, Sunkist, and all of Tommy's friends. This is where Darnold finds out about everything Forzen did and frankly gets really pissed with him since he thought he only had good intentions??? Luckily though, Darnold convinces G-man to give him a second chance, let him go to Tommy's party and apologize, and try things again. G-man, for some reasons agrees- probably bc hes in a good mood, as it IS his son's birthday.

The party is pretty uncomfortable to say the least. Tommy's extremely hesitant to talk to Forzen, but he does, and they end up on neutral terms by the end of it. Uneasy, but neutral. Tommy and Darnold hit it off though, and Tommy opens the invitation to Darnold that he can visit his place anytime now that everything at BM is over with.

As everyone's getting ready to leave, Forzen mentions to Darnold that he doesn't have a place to stay, seeing as the entire military was kinda. Yknow. Wiped out. Obviously wouldn't wanna go back to check anyways. And he has no interest in going home to his parents. So Darnold agrees to let him stay with him since they've become good pals over the course of everything.

Over time, Darnold visits Tommy more and more often. He starts bringing Forzen along, which Tommy is iffy of at first, but their dynamic starts to change and become more comfortable once Tommy sees that Forzen isnt interested in being enemies anymore.

Sunkist and Forzen still don't get along for a very long time. Or, well- it's moreso that Sunkist is very wary about Forzen, despite him not doing anything to harm either Sunkist or Tommy.

Oh yeah and almost forgot to mention one of my favorite hcs (that I PROMISE you started out as a joke but then I got attached) is Sunkist can talk!! So his first spoken interaction with Forzen after Forzen comes over to visit for the first time is literally just him being all threatening and laying down the ground rules bc he doesn't want Forzen to hurt Tommy at all in any way. And of course Forzen about has a heart attack bc "HUH??????? THERE'S A DOG THAT IS SPEAKING HUMAN WORDS TO ME"

UHH I HAVE MORE (I've written out so much shit about dynamics and what I'd think would happen even after all of this) BUT I DON'T WANT THIS TO BE TOO LONG like it already is SO I SUPPOSE I'LL LEAVE IT AT THAT FOR NOW!!!! I hope this isn't too ooc either, I just have Emotions about this series and write too much so why not share it yknow

[the-trashy-phoenix]

Supernatural season 1 review (part 2)

Link to part 1:

The good thing about deciding to rewatch a show that I started five years ago is that I barely remember what happens in the first seasons. I know of course the big events, but if you asked me how each episode ends I wouldn't know how to respond, so watching it for the second time, in some ways, has been like watching it for the first time. What really changed about it is the fact that now I know what happens later in the other seasons, I know who the protagonists will become and what they will struggle with and I myself am different from the 15-year-old I was while watching it for the first time.

Five years ago I liked season 1, but I couldn't say it was one of my favourites, mostly because of the lack of interaction the two brothers have with any other important character. Yes, they have their father (who I'll talk about later) and in the last episode there's also Bobby (at that point, during the rewatch, I thought he would have never made an appearance in the first season, fortunately I was wrong), but besides them they just have each other throughout the entire season. As I rewatched it the feeling remained the same, but I think I have enjoyed this season more than I did before. Was it because I was already passionate about them? Or because I know it sets up the basics of the show and introduces some links to the next seasons? Or because, knowing already what would happen, I could focus on each episode more? One thing I noticed indeed is that these first episodes have a good storyline, besides the main one (which is not that complex if you compare it with the ones that come next): the little plots are interesting and quite original, and even if I already knew that the two boys would make it I'd still be very anxious about what would eventually happen to them. Later in the most recent seasons I couldn't get the same feeling about the episodes that revolved around a specific case, but I think the main reason why I couldn't get as involved is because the main plot becomes way more important than the single case and obviously the attention of the show is totally shifted to it (but I still think there are lots of great single episodes in the most recent seasons).

Now I feel like I need to talk about the characters. When I watched the show for the first time I didn't really love John Winchester, but now that I rewatched it, supposedly more conscious, I can't stand him. You can see he has good intentions: he loves Sam and Dean and he wants to protect them. The thing that just makes me dislike him is the fact that he does it in the wrong way. He's not a good father, even if he cares about them: who would let their children by themselves to go hunting and maybe to never come back? Who would let his oldest child become the father and mother figure for his younger brother just because they couldn't do it themselves? Who would let his child start hunting when he's too young to even hold a weapon? Who wouldn't answer the phone when they know their children might think they're dead? And who claims they want to protect their children and yet sends them on hunts? The fight he had with Sam before his son went to college seems the least disturbing thing to me.

Talking about Sam, I think he's the one I like the most in this season. First of all he doesn't give a shit about his dad's opinion and we love it, second of all he has all of the good reasons to do it: why would he listen to someone who had prioritised his desire for revenge over his love for his children? I also adore the fact that he doesn't follow his father's rules until he knows their purpose, almost as if he doesn't trust him completely, meanwhile I feel like he would follow Dean's plans more easily without questioning them. The separation from his father seems to me a good thing for Sam, since I feel like he has also detached from some of John's principles that I wouldn't agree with (I'm mostly talking about the boss-attitude he has towards the boys and the extremely masculine side he priorities for himself and for his children, but there could be other things we don't necessarily see that have shaped his most attached child's personality and prospective, just saying). Overall you can tell this first season was more focused on Sam than on Dean. He is the different brother, the rebellious one, and the one who also has psychics ability (which I totally forgot about by the way, as long with his justified obsession for Jessica's loss, which apparently is a thing that still goes on in the last season). Dean at first on the other hand could seem like the ideal child for a person like their father.

Since I've watched this show Dean has always been my favourite character. I don't really know what made me fall in love, since I usually can't stand people who have his type of personality (especially the personality he has in the first season). I think what makes me like him the most, apart from his beautiful appearance, is the fact that, while Sam's character is already exposed and has already shown a lot of depth, Dean’s one is kept somehow in the surface (probably because Sam seems the real protagonist): we see him as the classical masculine guy who just wants to go hunting, drive his car and fuck some ladies (which, I mean, isn't entirely wrong, and I think nowadays the last point, portrayed as it was in Supernatural, would be considered extremely rude and with every right to do it), but at the same time there are tiny moments when he lets us see his others sides which he tries desperately to hide deeply. And what he tries to hide the most are, of course, his feelings: his love for his brother and his family, his fear of losing the people he cares about and even his love (or deeply affection) towards Cassie (a girl I completely forgot about, again, and that I really liked, especially for the name). I feel like what sculpted Dean and made him the boy he was in the first season was mostly his father: he was the man Dean has always tried to copy and follow, and it's not surprising at all that this is who he became. He pictures himself as a soldier who has to hunt in order to please his father and as a big brother whose only purpose is to make sure his little brother is okay. Don't get me wrong, these traits are important to this character, but I think there is much more to know about him.

And this is what really intrigues me about Dean; his complexity, his contraddictions and his constant torment between what he thinks he should do and what he really wants to do. Speaking of that, I really love when, during his dad and Sam's fights, he tries to calm them down, showing his care for them, but at the end of the day he stays on Sam's side, proving he will eventually always protect him.

And that leads us to the last thing I want to talk about in this already eternal review: the two brothers. They're what carries most of the show and all of season one (because, let's be honest, when you understand their father is being a dick you stop to care about what happens to him).

I love their relationship; it's not perfect at all, especially in the first seasons. They lie to each other, they fight, they keep secrets from themselves, they prank each other (which is the best thing they do), but they love each other endlessly, and you can tell it from the start: they would do anything for the other one (that doesn't mean I ship them though) and the other's well-being is the first thing that matters to them. After all you can already tell this show is mainly about the two brothers' relationship (although I think there is also much more to look forward to).

- Carly 💚

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I'd love a Vince/MC fanfic

Sorry, posting this late. Glad to make it. It’s a bit long but I hope you enjoy. :) 

My ask box is still open, guys!

(I have no control when I write)

Tonight was unusual, that you could confirm. It hadn’t started off that way but as you knew by now, change in the big city could happen in a snap. The evening was had been running quite nicely, a nice crowd of people. Uncle Charlie tired a bit quickly of all the glad handing and Vince had offered to take him home. He was doing a lot in the way of getting on the man’s good side, a lot more than before with his commitment to you. Charlie had chalked it up to him being soft on the injured, old fogey but you knew better. The numbers had dwindled in the Ice Box now, the late night turning to early morning and yet Vince hadn’t returned. He was a busy person known for getting into his fair share of trouble but he had promised to put aside some of his work to spend a little time with the love of his life.

You weren’t one to worry… that’s a lie, you worried a lot. You wanted people to think you didn’t.  You had decided to look over the books until the last stragglers were shooed away by Andrew. You had wrapped yourself up in the ledger that you vaguely heard Cliff enter the back room.

“Hey, boss.” He gave you a light tap, speaking in a soft tone. “Things are done out front. Ready to go home?”

You gave him a puzzled look, one that caused him to raise an eyebrow as you asked. “Is Vince back?”

“Nah, he asked me to drop you off at Charlie’s. Did he not tell you?”

“No… no, he did not.” The urge to pick at Cliff for information passed as you remembered the only person Cliff wouldn’t rat out to you was Vince. “Well,” you stood up with a sigh. “Let me grab my coat then,”

Cliff hadn’t said much else on the way home. There wasn’t really much for him to say. It was always hard to tell if he knew anything by his cheerful demeanor. He stopped in front of Charlie’s, getting out to open the car door for you.

“Thank you,” you paused, hesitating to ask. “Vince didn’t say… anything, did he?”

“About what?”

“Nothing at all,” you huffed, annoyed.

“If it’s about the plans you and Vince had, I think he just got side tracked. You know him.” Cliff was a comfort sometimes, knowing Vince like a brother. “I’ll drop a hint or two for him to give you a ring.”

“Thanks, Cliff.” You giggled.

“Anytime, Boss. Have a good night.” He tipped his hat before returning to his car.

                       You didn’t let your worries get the better of you as you took a long bath and retired. You thanked the high heavens for the thick curtains covering the window as you got some much-needed rest.

The next day started a bit earlier than usual. You had already planned to set out to the Ice Box early to plan an event but now you were hoping to catch a moment with Vince to ask what had happened. You had arrived even before Andrew and Cliff, sorting out the basics of what you needed. Cleo had arrived shortly after you to discuss what set you’d need and possible song choices. As usual though, your conversation veered off topic once Cleo sensed something was bothering you.

You explained how Vince had cancelled plans so suddenly and didn’t bother to call you. She sat quietly as you explained, as usual before giving you her input. “And Cliff didn’t say anything about it?”

“No…”

“Then don’t worry, hun.” She gave you a gentle smile and a light pat on the shoulder. “If it were something bad, they’d tell you by now. Otherwise, if you really want to know, just ask Vince when he shows up later.”

“I guess that’s true,” you smiled after a large sigh. “I had planned on asking him anyway. I may as well not worry about it until then.”

“That’s my girl.” Cleo gave you a cheery grin before running off to finish getting things ready.

                       The rest of the night would have seemed like a crawl if you hadn’t been so busy. You found yourself searching the crowd for Vince as if he knew how to stay quiet or stay away from you when Charlie wasn’t looking. He finally showed about halfway through the night, trying to beeline towards you without having to glad hand too much.

“Hey, doll.” He gave you a chaste kiss, a gentle hand on your shoulder. Charlie had already left for the night but he was likely being wary of gossip he might hear so kept his public affection to a minimum.

“You’re late.” You stated in a stern tone.

His eyes went wide before his brow furrowed, confused. “I wasn’t aware I was on a schedule,” you couldn’t help but crack a smile and you watched him relax as he realized you were teasing him. “Alright, I deserve that for bailin’ on you last night.”

“Oh, so you were aware that you left me waiting on you?” your attention was drawn to something odd.

“Yeah, something came up,” he paused as your fingers traced the small scratches on his chin. He cradled your hand with his own. “Yeah, those are related but I promise, it’s nothin’ bad.” He gave you a confident smile. “After closing, you’ll see.”

“Don’t know if I should worry.” He winked as he strolled off towards the bar to speak to Cliff.

                       You admitted Cleo had been right. Talking to Vince had taken a load off of your shoulders. The rest of the night flew by. An excitement had set in as you debated on what Vince could be keeping secret. You doubted he would have been able to keep such a straight face if it were anything serious. Once the night had hit early morning and Andrew chased off the rest of the stragglers, Cliff approached you with a knowing smile.

“Hey, boss. I can close up if you want to head out,”

“Thank you, Cliff. I’ll do just that.” You smiled at him.

Vince was already waiting by the door. You couldn’t help but love the fire you saw in his eyes as he drank the sight of you approaching him in. He held your coat out to you. “I forgot to say so earlier but you look lovely tonight.”

“Just lovely?”

“Well, what I want to say ain’t decent for polite company.”

You chuckled, slapping his arm playfully. “Let’s go, you goof.”

                       He led you to the car, opening the door for you. It wasn’t long until the two of you reached his apartment. The anticipation was killing you by this point. He stopped short in front of the door, giving you a look, you almost thought you could see a hint of embarrassment.

“Don’t laugh, okay?”

                       You raised an eyebrow for a second but nodded in agreement instead of questioning further. He opened the door, letting you step into the apartment before closing it behind you. Upon first glance, everything seemed normal. You stepped further into the room, realizing nothing was out of place at all. You were about to ask Vince what you should be looking for but didn’t get the chance as he walked passed you into the living room, looking around.

“Where are ya? Little monster,” he grumbled before turning into the hall and checking his bedroom.

                       Unsure what to do, you removed your coat and sat on the couch. You could hear Vince moving things around in the bedroom but as to why, you hadn’t figured out yet. After a moment of sitting on the couch, something caught your eye. You had turned your head slightly, to the pillow on the couch and could spy something white behind it. You slowly moved the pillow, stunned by the sight. A small, greyish white kitten had been sleeping behind the pillow. It was now stretching and looking up at you. It meowed quietly before settling into a low purr as you picked it up.

“Uh… Vince?” you called to him.

“Sorry, ___, I can’t seem to- oh.” He froze as he came back into the room. “You found her.”

“Where’d you find her?” you giggled, fingernails running through soft fur as you scratched behind the cat’s ears.

“On my way back from dropping Charlie off.” He sat next to you on the couch, petting the kitten. “There was a big dog circling a box in the alley for some reason. Had to chase the dog off and ended up finding this little one. Spent all last night tryin’ to find a home for her.” He leaned closer as you started laughing harder. “What’s so funny?”

“Mad Dog Moretti picked up a little kitten.” You shook your head.

“Aw, don’t put it like that. I ain’t got anything against animals.” He said sheepishly. “But Cliff won’t let me keep her, says he’ll get stuck taking care of her.”

“Well, I’m sure Charlie might know someone who’ll take her. I’ll ask him.”

“Yeah,” he looked you over curiously as you sighed. “Somethin’ wrong?”

“Oh, you know me. You blew off our date and I worried something might have happened to you but then again, it’s you so I should have expected something like this.” You rested against the couch, turning a loving gaze to him. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Well, if you’re askin’ I have a few suggestions.”

“I’m listening.”

 /END/