#I'd be so down to dump my ideas onto this fandom

[coldranger]

A good few months have passed since that initial post and more common threads have been born between voices and their physical manifestation. Such examples include: Hero's visor, Cold's x scar, Contra's jester hat, quadruped Hunted. Others, mentioned in the original post, have more vague imagery like Paranoid's tend to be disheveled or have unstable lineart.

I'll add onto this with pristine cut as it did something very interesting for a specific voice, the reveal of horse teeth Oppy. A decent number of post-pristine designs have horse teeth and it'd feel weird not to mention that. Those pearly whites gives Oppy a clear and distinct identifying feature despite, what I felt, was an inherently challenging voice to design.

Just because I say all of this doesn't mean I find an artist using any of these associated features as boring or lazy, quite the opposite in fact. These symbols, details, features become more of a visual shorthand and there's no shame in using them!!! I adore artistic creativity and while design elements stay the same, plenty change from person to person. Someone might have a Contra with a jester hat but also give them more limbs, more eyes, have make-up on, bells, or whatever else! It's up to how you decide to do it, how you want your voices to look.

These trends are fun to watch grow and develop. And while I would love to debate various artists and their sphere's of influence potentially effecting other people's designs that would be a nigh impossible task. Maybe a call to action would be better in such a scenario.

Tldr; Voice designs are developing this kind of unspoken visual shorthand to recognize them, such as oppy's horse teeth. This isn't inherently a bad thing as I believe it can help highlight creativity in the areas where design's don't match up. Keep doing what your doing voice artists because I assure you someone recognizes your hard work.

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I'll end this recap post with more weird ideas of mine, since I should not be allowed to make another voice-lineup. It would take me literal years.

A trapeze artist Contra. Stubborn being the smallest in the lineup. Someone just being a pile of goo. Smitten being a Greater Sage-Grouse or penguin Smitten. Hyena Oppy or Cheated or anyone else. Scarecrow Paranoid. Give someone a turtle shell. Antique collector Skeptic. Porcupine Cheated. Customer service Oppy.

If doing beaked variations with teeth maybe Cheated with shark teeth. Stubborn and Broken have some missing teeth but Cheated has a bunch of gaps in his smile. I need to see more cranes and herons out in the world. Birds can have misaligned beaks or missing parts of their beak! Someone based off of a black skimmer (they have a longer lower beak). Sword-billed hummingbird Hero (sword, Hero, get it?).

I don't really do humanoid designs but a sweater vest please and thank you. Would birthmarks make sense? I dunno, just try to diversify that cast. Long hair, short hair, wavy, straight, hair clips, headband, hats. Dress them dolls (voices) up good >:]

I'm sure there's some genre of voice designs I missed, like abstract but I think I'd need a separate post for that. Flex that grey matter in your brain! Do art and enjoy it!

Extra side note: Why were there so many of you that mentioned having thought of Skeptic librarian but I see a distinctive lack of librarian Skeptic. There was like three of you. SHAME. SHAMEEEE. /joke

It's fascinating to see how easily certain voice's traits carry over when creating a design for them. Like, when I see a new voice line up it's generally quite obvious who's Smitten and who's Stubborn as they're quite straightforward for how one could design them. Smitten's dramaticism lend themselves to easily think of some lovestruck nobleman with frilly feathers to boot or in Stubborn's case a rather large, muscular individual often covered in scars.

Some can look similar to each other, Para and Broken are often more disheveled but you can always tell who Broken is because they're the saddest looking one in the cast.

I think some of the harder ones to identify, and design, can be Skeptic, Oppy, and Cheated. Unlike the others who can have multiple interpretations or different angles to come at it from the ideas they represent are harder to visualize. Skeptic is generally designed as a detective-type with a trench coat and hat but if you're leaving them like Quiet without clothes what do you have left to work with..? What exactly is an...Opportunist? What screams someone who would take advantage of the situation at almost all costs? A businessman? Out here in the middle of a forest? Cheated follows similar lines of logic often with a gambling or card motif. Facial expressions and body language are key as well but again, if Skeptic isn't in a thinking pose would you know it's Skeptic?

The things they represent aren't so clear-cut or have a limited amount of iconography associated with them. Stray too far from the beaten path and it's hard to easily identify them. Of course there are other factors depending on the design philosophy for all of the voices: how abstract they are, do they retain bird-like features, are they even birds, clothes, colors, heights. The list could go on.

Tldr; I love looking at all the voice designs, how they interact, how they act. Be creative with your designs, explore different avenues, look at things from another perspective. Make Skeptic an old librarian or Cold a toucan for all I care. Do art, enjoy art.

[kartaylirnaak]

Might I be able to ask about Match the 212th ARC. Why the name? Do they like to match things? Or is it like matchstick and fire is their friend?

You most certainly can! I will very happily ramble on about him.

Match is my 212th ARC Trooper OC. He's a Sergeant and is in an ARC pair with Wooley, who is also an ARC in this AU. Match is quiet, reserved, and doesn't same much, if at all. There's a quiet, shuttered sadness to him and he can be a little intense sometimes. He cares and worries deeply but isn't always the best at expressing it. Match is an expert in wilderness survival, especially jungle survival, for Reasons (I put him through The Horrors). He's fairly lean and wiry for a clone and, when fighting, has a viciousness and brutality to him, along with a keen eye, sharp intelligence, and heightened situational awareness. But he wasn't always this way.

I have no idea where the name came from. It just sort of morphed out of thin air when I started coming up with him. Initially, I wasn't that keen on the name but it kind of stuck and now he's Match. I haven't come up with any in-universe reasoning behind his name yet but I have come up with plenty more backstory and information about him. I was organising my OC's in a spreadsheet to try and keep track of all of them and decided to open a new doc to collate my thoughts about Match. It wasn't going to be much, just a little more than what I could fit into a spreadsheet.

16k+ words later

I now have a lot more backstory and detail about Match and I'm still nowhere even close to finished. It also evolved from ramblings into actual chunks of fic. I'd love to be able to write a whole fic and more about him but that's be a mammoth undertaking that I'm not sure I'll ever manage. So now I have all these sections of fic about him that I wish I could share but there's no context to them so they don't make a great deal of sense in isolation.

Below the cut is the condensed version of Match's backstory, which is still over 2.2k words 😂 It's very rough so there's definitely some clunky writing in there.

I've also included a section of fic I wrote about Match's backstory, where I introduce a different OC, mention another, and the 212th's fandom CMO (Helix) also makes an appearance.

Match's backstory

Match starts off as a shiny in the 212th fairly early on in the war. He’s very loud, brash, cocky, arrogant and egotistical. Thinks he’s top shit and knows everything. He’s constantly getting disciplined and being dressed down by his CO’s for doing stupid shit that endangers his brothers, but it never seems to get through to him. During a battle, his squad is ambushed by droids and he and the commando droid he’s fighting are thrown off the path and down a cliff by an explosion. Match is badly injured but manages to survive and shoot the commando droid, who ended up wedged in a tree. He collapses and is then stunned and captured by Trandoshans, has his wounds perfunctorily treated while he’s out, and wakes up in a cage on a ship, dressed in civies, and with a bunch of other caged natborns. They’re all dumped out onto a beach near a jungle and then shot at, so Match and the natborns that survive all bolt for the jungle. (If this sounds like that episode from TCW, yes that’s where I pinched it from). Match then has to survive in the jungle all by himself while being hunted by the Trandoshans for sport. It’s brutal and terrifying and he has to do some truly fucked up things in order to survive. It’s a constant fight for survival, everything is life or death, and he’s constantly being hunted by the Trandoshans or creatures in the jungle. Match is forced to adapt in order to survive and stay alive. The experience changes him and he becomes quiet and withdrawn, not talking for days at a time. He’s completely alone and isolated and he knows he’s never going to be found. Match survives for over a year and a half in the jungle. He crafts his own weapons, armour, camouflage, supplies, gear, shelters, traps, and everything else he needs to survive. 

The jungle forges him into something new. 

Something different. 

Over a year and a half after Match was captured, he’s watching the latest batch of natborns be dumped out onto the beach and spots that one of them is different, likely a Jedi. They drop down silently in front of him a day later and as very little gets the drop on Match in the jungle these days, he nearly puts a knife and axe through them. Turns out the Jedi is the 212th’s padawan (Jedi OC), who joined the 212th after Match was captured. Something something “will of the Force”, picture a bunch of Commanders rolling their eyes at their General’s here. Bit clichéd but let's be real, it’s not as bad as some of the nonsense that happened in TCW. Anyway, Match now has a baby Jedi. Accidental ad’ika acquisition has been foisted upon him. He teaches them how to survive in the jungle and looks after them, fiercely protecting them against everything. The baby Jedi looks after Match, helping with jungle survival but also helping him slowly remember a little of what it’s like to be around others again. He has someone to talk to now and he relearns, in a way, how to talk again (rocks don’t talk back to you). He has to learn to deal with touch and human interaction again, for when they have to hand things to each other or help each other through the forest or huddle for warmth when the wind picks up and the storms rage and the temperature drops. This lasts for about a month to six weeks until they enact the padawans' plan to escape. There’s a bit of angst around that because Match knows he’ll never be found but the baby Jedi keeps going on about hope and plans, which is all just futile to Match. They have a bit of a fight about it but reconcile and then go and steal the transponder and some electronics from the next Trandoshan ship that arrives. The padawan gets a message out to the 212th, who turn up and rescue them. Match gets shot protecting the baby Jedi during the rescue and nearly dies. 

He wakes up in the medbay on the Negotiator, having had surgery and spent over a week in bacta. He’s survived but his body and mind are fucked. He could never find enough food in the jungle so he’s skin and bone for a clone. The results from all the tests the medics ran on him are all over the shop. He’s covered in scars, has a bunch of old injuries that didn’t heal properly, and picked up all kinds of mystery jungle diseases and parasites. Match is also deeply traumatised from everything he’s been through. The jungle never leaves him and it’s always there in his mind. He still thinks in terms of relating everything to the jungle and has to actively remind himself that he’s not there anymore. 

But the jungle is always there. 

Waiting. 

There aren’t many clones left who remember Match from before he was captured. When Cody visits him in the medbay, Match apologises for how he behaved before and asks to be punished, to which Cody’s response is ‘absolutely the fuck not’. While Match is deeply fucked up, he’s still functional, so he has a long recovery as he heals and gets back into shape. He’s never able to fully return to the baseline body mass of a CT and he stays wiry and lean for a clone. The jungle also shaped him into a brutal fighter. He’s now fast, ruthless, and lethal, easily capable of putting down most clones quick and hard, even while recovering. He struggles to adjust though, still stuck in the mindset of the jungle where everything is a fight for survival. There is no room for practice or training in the jungle. There is only life or death. It causes some problems initially but Match was put in Waxer’s platoon for a reason (he often gets the tough cases) and everyone tries to help him adjust as best they can.

Match has changed. The arrogant little shit of a shiny from before is gone. Replaced by a quiet, reserved, and watchful clone who doesn’t say a great deal and often falls back on protocol because he doesn’t know what to do in social situations anymore. He’s a highly effective and efficient trooper now but outside of that, he struggles with a multitude of issues, including hypervigilance, dissociation, overtraining, and nightmares. He’s also filled with an immense amount of shame and guilt at how he acted and behaved as a shiny before he was captured. Match doesn’t paint his armour for quite a while because he thinks he doesn’t deserve it. That is until Boil basically shoves a can of armour paint at him and makes him turn up to an armour painting session. 

Match ends up having to be an acting Sergeant in the field during a battle because two squads both lose half of their members and he’s the oldest left and he has four shocked and injured vod’ika staring up at him. So he cobbles them together, gets them through the battle, makes his report on what happened to Waxer, and then goes to make sure they’re all as ok as possible and looks after them. It’s only when they won’t leave him alone that he realises he’s accidentally acquired vod’ika. He ends up being promoted straight to Sergeant of his cobbled together squad because they worked quite well together and bonded as a group, plus Match performed well under fire. Match doesn’t think he deserves it because he just did what he always did in the jungle. Survived. But the vod’ika keep looking at him like he’s hung the stars and there is no way in hell he’s behaving like he used to, so he takes on the responsibility and teaches them what he knows. 

Cody’s been keeping an eye on all of this and has been conveniently dropping by with various other experienced clones when Match is doing his own training. Match can last the longest out of the standard CT’s when sparring with commanders, ARCs, or commanders, like Cody, Wooley or Gregor. This is how Match meets Wooley, who will end up being his future ARC partner, even if Match doesn’t know it yet. He likes Wooley and has a healthy respect for him and his skills, even if he does think he’s too bright and cheery and talks too much. 

You can’t talk in the jungle. 

They’ll hear you. 

Match ends up having to be an acting Lieutenant during a later campaign when Waxer is injured and Match is the only Sergeant left because the rest are gone or too badly injured. At the time, Match does what he has to do. During a campaign or battle, the same mindset from the jungle returns. He does what he has to do to survive, just now it’s mixed with doing what he has to in order to keep as many other clones alive as well. Match has now somehow acquired more vod’ika but he absolutely does not want to be a Lieutenant. He still doesn’t think he deserves to be a Sergeant, let alone a Lieutenant. There isn’t a space for him to be promoted to anyway once Waxer recovers. Cody has been keeping an eye on all of this and decides now is the time to send Match to ARC training. Match has a massive internal crisis about this because he thinks he definitely does not deserve the honour of even being considered for ARC training, let alone being an actual ARC. Cody puts Match through his own preparation training for ARC training so Match spends his evenings being thrown around the mats by the Commander and Wooley, learning as much as he can, and getting to know both Cody and Wooley better. He still doesn’t think he deserves to be in this position but he doesn’t talk about it because that would involve Talking To People. Rocks never talked to him in the jungle. Both Cody and Wooley clock this and try to get through to Match that he does deserve this. Match still doesn’t entirely believe it but he can understand their more rational arguments that he now has the skills, ability, and potential to be an ARC. 

Seventeen is inspecting all of the ARC candidates who are lined up in the training room at the start of this round of ARC training. He stops in front of Match, who internally is freaking the fuck out, but outwardly does not even fucking blink. Match is very good at staying completely still now, especially in the presence of a threat. The jungle beat that lesson into him. Seventeen just looks at him before stating, “You saved the little Commander” (referring to the 212th’s padawan). Match, who is looking straight ahead with a dead stare, having reverted back to survival coping mechanisms that he developed to survive on the island, answers with an automatic “Yes, Sir.” Seventeen gives him a look, grunts, gives Match the tiniest of nods, and moves on, which for Seventeen is high praise. All the other ARC candidates in this round of ARC training are internally freaking out and wondering who the hell this vod is that already has Seventeen’s approval. Match just wants to be left alone and avoid any kind of attention and make it through ARC training. 

Match tops almost all of the categories in this round of ARC training and is top 3 or 5 in the rest. He sets a new record in jungle survival and is equal second of all time in wilderness survival. His main competition during training is a vod named Jesse from the 501st, who is far too friendly (idk what the timelines are doing at this point so we’re just rolling with it). At least the giant Republic cog tattooed on his head would help him camouflage in the jungle a little. 

The jungle is always there. 

Waiting. 

Match lasts the longest in their final no holds barred hand to hand spar assessment against Seventeen and is one of the few that doesn’t technically lose because the Alpha Medic supervising the spars (which are basically just fights) calls an end to it because Match refuses to stop. He must survive. Match joins Jesse and another vod in the medbay later who also had their fights stopped before they were turned into paste. Jesse was quite pleased with himself, even as he bemoaned the reception he was going to get from someone called Kix, who is apparently going to kick his ass even worse. The other vod is completely out cold. Match paints his kama in a camo pattern similar to the camo pattern on the ARFs armour in the 212th, with only the barest hint of gold paint lightly brushed through it. It’ll help blend into dappled light. The rest of his armour might be too damn bright but at least some of his legs will be camouflaged.  

Match and Wooley work as an ARC pair as part of the 212th and Ghost Company. They go where they’re needed and complement each other well. They’re also both part of the specialised squad that accompanies the 212th’s padawan on missions. There’s a pool of troopers in Ghost Company with various specialisations that are drawn on depending on the needs of the mission. This will pretty much always involve Match and Wooley because wherever their padawan goes, they go. The General has the Commander and their padawan has at least one ARC. They’re all very serious about keeping their jetii alive, Match especially so about keeping the baby Jedi alive. That’s been with him ever since the jungle and will never leave. 

Just like the jungle. 

It is always there. 

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Section of fic about Match Context: This is after Match has been rescued and is recovering in the medbay of the Negotiator.

Waking is easier this time. 

Match comes to a slow awareness of his surroundings. The white walls and bright lights and beeping machines are still there. The mask on his face is gone, replaced by tubes that fill his nose and do not feel welcome at all. Match think’s he’d prefer the mask back. He gingerly shifts his jaw and it immediately cracks, making his eye twitch and drawing out a pained grunt. His side twinges at the noise but the slicing pain from before doesn’t return. He carefully shifts slightly and is relieved to find that it doesn’t feel like he’s being stabbed again. Instead, there’s a deep penetrating ache in his shoulder, thigh, and ribs. The rest of his body feels like one big bruise. Deciding to risk a little more movement, Match turns his head to the side to confirm that, yes, there are machines next to him. There’s also the door along with a wall with a window that gives a view out into what looks like a larger medbay.

Why is he in a room by himself?

Turning his head to the other side reveals more machines, cupboards, and a chair for some reason. Match is pondering the existence of the chair when a vod with eye searingly bright blue hair and a splash of patterns on the side of his face pokes his head around the door.

“Eeeyyyyy, he’s awake!”

Yes?

The vod hollers out to the medbay at large with a string of words and letters that make absolutely no sense to Match and then bounces over to him.

“How you doin’ bud? I’m Fluid, but everyone calls me Flu because they all think they’re sooooooo funny giving a medic the name of something we can’t catch. Fancy heightened genetically engineered immune systems and all that.”

This vod is far too loud, in every sense of the word.

“But you managed to pick up some very interesting mystery jungle flu down there. That produced some wild results in the battery of tests we had to run, let me tell you.”

The jungle gave Match a lot of things. 

It took away even more.

The vod keeps nattering away as he looks at a datapad and does things with the machines and rifles around in the cupboards like he’s trying to make every noise imaginable.

“So on a scale of being ripped apart by our friendly neighbourhood Force wielding Sith gremlin, to being thrown around the mats by the Commander for his sadistic pleasure, to stubbing your toe on that little lip of the door on the last training room that really shouldn’t be there because everything’s supposed to be standardised, what’s our pain like today?

What the fuck is a Sith gremlin?

“Are we gonna have to use numbers? Numbers are so boring. Utterly useless too, seeing as they don’t accurately convey pain and, despite us all being clones and all, we definitely process pain differently. But you try telling the longnecks that and just watch them get all pissy. That’s a recipe for being recon’d at the very least so let's keep that between you and me, pal.”

The loud, blue haired vod is looking at him expectantly so Match guesses this is where he’s supposed to respond.

“What’s a—”

His voice gives out, cracking into a rough croak and a hacking cough that makes his ribs really fucking hurt.

“Oop, one sec, here ya go, that should help.”

The straw from a hydro pack is brandished in his face and Match sucks down his first gulp of water that hasn’t come from somewhere dubious in the jungle.

It tastes plastic.

“Alrighty, howzat then? Bit better, yeah?”

“Thanks,” Match manages to croak out. Fuck, his voice sounds and feels rough. Flu seems to be of the same opinion and decides to make it known.

“Damn vod, that is some heavy gravel you’ve been garglin’. Don’t worry ‘bout talking too much at the moment, your voice is in about the same state as the rest of you, which is to say, pretty damn beat up.”

This vod has said more words in the past few minutes than Match has said in over a year and a half. 

Repeatedly honed instincts mean Match doesn’t miss the movement across the window and his eyes track a familiar clone as they hand a datapad off to another medic and then walk through the door. 

This is someone he remembers from before. And someone who remembers him.

“Flu, stop terrorising him.”

“Now, Sir, would I ever do something like that?” Flu answers, clutching at his chest and somehow managing to be even more dramatic. 

A deeply unimpressed look is all Flu gets in return.

Match would be more confused at whatever is going on but right now he’s more occupied with looking at Helix in trepidation. He can’t run from a threat. Isn’t even sure how well he can move, and there’s only one way out of this room.

“Go be a menace elsewhere.”

“But at least I’m your favourite menace,” Flu replies, as he cheerfully slaps the datapad against Helix’s chest.

“No, that’s Pinch.”

A scandalised gasp.

“Wounded. Deeply wounded, Sir. So deeply and fatally wounded. I am in the death throes and seeing the light.”

“No dying in my medbay.”

Flu leaves with an exuberant “Yessir” flung over his shoulder as the door closes on his exit and finally brings about some peace and quiet.

[kit-scrolls]

Hi! I just read your old BSD fic, Altschmerz, and I was wondering if you could provide me with a sorta outline of how the story was gonna go? It's really well written, in-character, and I'm really invested in where the story will go from here. If it's no trouble, of course! :3

ITS BEEN A LITERAL YEAR SINCE YOU SENT THIS ASK IM SO SORRY

i was fully prepared to send you my whole outline, but i. don't know where it went?? i don't have the last chapter of altschmerz stored anywhere in my docs i literally have no idea. where did. what????

i can give you my best guess, but please keep in mind it has been over 2 years since i've actually thought about it at all. on that note, please, please, please feel free to pick it up if you'd like! i don't mind at all, and if you're interested in working w/ me, feel free to DM me so i can link you to my current tumblr acc. :)

spoilers!!

chapter 5

what i definitely wanted: confrontation with the port mafia, but more specifically mori, similar to the canon meeting between the ada/pm. security in front of mori's door yields to him and calls him by his executive honorifics. there's taunting between the two of them, and at some point dazai threatens mori's life in reference to the reason he quit the PM (something along the lines of "why, 'cause you were scared i'd slit your throat just like you did all those years ago?"). throughout the chapter, kunikida finally puts the pieces together and dreadingly realizes that dazai is, in fact, the demon prodigy.

what i kind of want now: a kunikida/dazai confrontation in the same location as the iconic oda/dazai scene in the dark era, where dazai fails to grab onto oda's coat before he goes to fight mimic. possibly interactions with chuuya later down the line, but i can't write skk for the life of me so maybe not?

chapter 6 onwards

i'm fairly certain yamada hanako is revealed to be the one who sent the note, with the actual name of fumiko enchi. irl fumiko enchi was the author of masks, a japanese novel surrounding the ideas of sexual deception and revenge. the story mr. yamada tells about her eloping with the demon prodigy isn't entirely untrue—it was part of a mission dazai had with the port mafia (yes, possibly while underage) and he obviously ends up dumping her when the mission is over. she never gets over it—hence the motive. i think this is meant to tie into the fic's title—altschmerz—where neither dazai nor fumiko are able to rid themselves of their past.

i also have some vague memories in the back of my mind that they might actually recover the footage from the PM which does in fact show dazai delivering the ransom note (in this case, masks would give her the ability to change her appearance, and so she is dazai in disguise) but i can't entirely remember if i actually planned that. if so, i think past me also missed out on some opportunities for fun shapeshifting hijinks to occur earlier on. like, maybe during the kunikida/dazai confrontation, it's not dazai at all—its fumiko, who ends up saying some pretty nasty things + injuring kunikida and therefore raises the stakes for dazai quite a bit.

final chapter

i'm fairly certain i actually wrote this one out, which is a wee bit frustrating. i think this fic was meant to end at oda's graveyard, once the mission was over. maybe fukuzawa sent dazai on break after all was said and done. kunikida finds dazai sitting with his back to oda's gravestone, and they talk through things. for some reason, my memory is insisting ranpo was involved too, but i can't remember why. i think the resolution to the fic is meant to be one focused on morality, the value of changing your ways and doing good, and moving on from past mistakes. and trust.

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to be honest, i can't say for certain i'll return to this fic, or writing fics in general, again. this isn't a bad thing! i've hopped around fandoms, somewhat moved on to working on my own characters and stories, and changed monikers a couple times (some of you might have interacted with my alt accs without ever having realized). for the number of you all who've been interested in my well-being, i'm 100% fine, promise.

thank you for everyone who's been sending nice messages to my inboxes—i do read every one, even if i sometimes don't have the time or energy to reply. i will say, this is the most invested i've been in altschmerz in a long time and who knows? maybe i'll come back to it one day. till then though, signing off,

kit-scrolls.

[inevitablemoment]

6, 7, 8, 9, & 27 for the writing asks!

6. I'd say that the easiest part of writing for me is either outlining the fic (especially in the case of a multi-chapter fic) or creating the playlist (I love listening to music while I write, and lately a lot of songs have been inspiring potential fic ideas).

7. Besides actually sitting down and writing? I'd say that the hardest part is making the dialogue sound natural, because I tend to info-dump a lot, so I need to find the right balance to both give my readers the information that they need by showing and not telling, and making it sound like something people would actually say.

8. I think the character that is easiest for me to write is either Ellen Reed from Family Ties, Lucy Lynskey from The Frighteners, or Vicky Allagash from Bright Lights, Big City. For all three of them, it's mainly because we really aren't given that much about them in canon (although we get a lot of information about Lucy in the novelization, and Vicky in both the novel that the movie is based on, and the musical), so a lot of what I put in is either the headcanons that I've created or just me projecting myself onto these characters.

9. Ooh, boy... first, I'd say Alex P. Keaton from Family Ties because I need to make him funny, I need to let him be a little bit of an ass without making him unlikable, and I need to keep him in character. And I do prefer writing the more tender side of him that we see in his relationship with Ellen, and with his family. Next, I'd say Egon Spengler from Ghostbusters. I'm relatively new to the fandom, so again, it's just a matter of keeping him in character while still exploring a side of him that he doesn't usually show in canon that we still all know he has. Next, Dammers from The Frighteners because... I don't like him. Whatever trauma he faced, he is still a villain-- maybe not on the same scale as Johnny Bartlett and Patricia, but a villain nonetheless. And he will always be that in any of my fics that include him.

27. I can't exactly pinpoint an exact comment, because every comment that I've gotten since I've begun posting to AO3 has been really nice, but I really enjoy comments that dive deep into what they like about whatever oneshot or chapter it is because then it leads into a really fun discussion, which I enjoy.

[ardent-fox]

Sleeping Beauties (the Franny ficlet)

[Feel free to skip this preface and scroll down to read the ficlet or click on the AO3 link here]

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Hello, lovely humans! 🥰

Today marks 3 months since I joined this lovely fandom by posting my first Galladrabble. First of all, I'd like to say a huge thank you to all of you on here. The kindness, talent and artistry that I've been so fortunate to have you all bestow upon me has been incredibly inspiring to me over the last 12 weeks, and your encouragement and support regarding my own work has been just what I needed to give me that extra push to keep going creatively, even during times when I thought I didn't have that much to offer in that regard. This truly is such a positive, loving fandom and I am so grateful to have stumbled upon it and have gotten to know some you a little better, which I hope will only continue in the future 💖

In celebration of the last 3 months, here's a little 751-words Franny ficlet I wrote back in March, a few weeks before I mustered the courage to step out of my comfort zone as a lurker. I got the idea for it from one of the hand prompts circling at the time, 'little hands in big hands'. I originally wrote this based solely on the Mickey/Franny 11x2 "Guns!" scene before I even started watching season 11, unaware of the Ian and Mickey dispute over Mickey not having a job at the time, so I guess this could read as a slight canon divergent/fix-it ficlet of sorts. While I haven't completed anything in full since, I have many WIP snippets that I need to organize into fics in my chaotic noggin, and I truly hope I'll be able to create longer, finished fics soon ✨️

This also marks my first (independent) work posted to AO3, which you can check out in the link at the top, or simply continue reading under this (overly long, wtf Lyds) preface. Thank you for reading and love to every single one of you! 💙

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"The fuck is everyone?" Mickey asks as he opens the front door and Franny follows him back into the Gallagher house, giggling at the sound her toy guns make when she dumps them on the armchair in the empty living room. A cartoon blasts from the TV and he thinks he can hear the voices of Ian and Debbie discussing something in the next room, but everyone else seems to have either gone upstairs or left already. Balloons and paper garlands sway as Mickey and Franny make their way to the couch, her pink princess dress crumpling and fresh grass stains on his jeans stretching while they take their seat, both in dire need of a break from their invigorating game of "Liquor store robbery".

A quiet moment passes before Franny impulsively puts her hand in her uncle's tattooed one, grabbing his thumb tightly and hoisting herself up onto his lap. Mickey's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at their sudden close proximity, the muscles in his legs tensing in reaction to the unsolicited affection. He makes a conscious effort to relax for the little one's sake and allow her to rest there for a moment, the sweet, powdery aroma of her rose-scented shampoo already filling his senses as he carefully wraps his free arm around her, worried she might fall if she loses her balance. A foreign warmth begins to settle in his chest when Franny snuggles into him deeper, her breathing shallow and steady against his neck, round eyes blinking lazily at the TV. He can feel her body slumping with each passing minute, sleep quickly overtaking the happily tired birthday girl.

A sense of calm envelops him, it's softness draping over him like one of Franny's plush blankets. It doesn't take too long for him to feel his own limbs growing heavy, mind barely registering the clunking of dishes as Ian and Debbie move on to cleaning up the remnants of the party in the kitchen. He can't recall the last time he felt this tired, and he wonders what the reason could be. Perhaps it was all that job-hunting this afternoon, followed by searching for the biggest toy guns he could find? Maybe it was due to the six beers he had this evening in combination with the exercise the little redhead had put him through? Or was it thanks to the fact that Franny's loose grip on him vaguely reminded him of the way Ian sometimes held him before they dozed off together, the comfort he was now surrendering to not so alien after all? Regardless of the reason, one deep sigh is all it takes for his body to give in to slumber as he continues to hold his niece, her tiny hand still clasped in his.

Minutes, days, years go by before he awakens to a clamor and the faces of Debbie and Ian staring at him, a light reflecting in the beer bottle wrapped in the young man's hand, making Mickey squint his eyes. There's barely enough time for him to note the look of annoyance on Debbie's face before she scoops her sleeping daughter up into her arms, a frown plastering his own features as he flinches at the sudden loss.

"Great, now she's overtired and fell asleep too early. She'll be up at the crack of dawn in the morning, thanks a lot," she blurts out while walking off with her child and Mickey rubs his eyes with a scoff, too dazed to come up with one of his snappy replies.

A beat passes before he manages to focus his tired gaze on Ian and notice the gentle expression on his face, that familiar smirk spreading across it as his eyes beam with mischief, ready to tease him at any second.

"Can it, Gallagher," he cuts him off before he can say anything and Ian raises his hands up in surrender, chuckling to himself as he takes another swig of his beer. He sets the bottle down on the coffee table with a clink, then extends a hand to his sleepy husband. 

"Come on, let's get you down for your nap, too," Ian presses softly, unable to resist.

"Fuck off," Mickey retorts through a yawn but takes his hand anyway, standing up on wobbly legs. Ian puts an arm around Mickey as he guides him to the stairs, pausing to let him walk in front of him as they make their way up to their bedroom, his grin never leaving his lips.

[trappedham]

Nicee (about the chapter title ideas)!! Do you have a favourite one of them that u’d wanna talk about?

OH BOY DO I (ty 🙏)

I have three, actually.

Under the cut bc it gets long

A Can of Worms

I really (and i mean really) like (love?) this chapter Title because...

Well, I intend for it to be the first chapter, where Morro and Lloyd meet Morro lives bc I said so

This is also a riff off of the first episode (not including the pilots) of Ninjago, where we're first introduced to Lloyd while he's stirring up trouble in Jamanakai, and instead of the Ninja, Morro is there... and Lloyd still pops open a can of snakes, as he does in the show, but in Morro’s face.

I actually have this really funny discord screenshot from when @spookycrownblaze and I were talking about That Scene and it's just 👌 especially later, when we delve further into Morro’s history in this Au HNNNG

It can be summed up thusly; #bringbackbratLloyd2022

And I went back and found the screenshot!

The Enemy of my Enemy

Oh shiiiit, where do I even begin with this one... this one's spoiler-y, too I mean the title alone, ugh, good shit 😩

For timeline's sake, we're gonna say that the Serpentine war was 10-15 years ago and Morro and Ronin were 15-17 when it started and they fought in it Ronin’s age is relevant because Reasons

This chapter idea is maybe more of a whole character arc, or maybe a 'part one' of something. It takes place after Morro is denied by the Golden Weapons and has left the Monastery. These are not good years for Morro, no... the years that he is gone, off to find the FSM's Tomb to prove Wu wrong, tensions between Human and Serpentine are rising. Morro begrudgingly gives up his search for the FSM's Tomb in favor of making amends with Wu, who is eager to accept him back.

I have more to say about all of this (so, so much more) just- Morro Makes Choices That Are Bad For My Health 🙃 hEl p

Ronin

Uhh... general tw for like general abuse and bad parenting and kinda severe gaslighting and power dynamics... stay safe, ya?

'Ronin'.... Just- Ronin

I struggled with what i wanted to name this chapter/idea. It's a lot about Ronin’s past, during the Serpentine War era, and where he got his name. Which- first of all, how dare I hurt my feelings like this- and second- Chen and Clouse 🤌 so bad but so good hgnnn 😩

Morals? We don't know them 💅

Such Assholes but Goals but also nO- I just can't

I didn't realize this before when I was word vomiting into my docs but- accidental Morro and Ronin parallels ha, iconic✨ oopsie anyways-

So like Morro is taken in by Wu at a young age, Ronin is... also taken in by Chen and Clouse from a young age. Moreso Chen's idea than Clouse's, I'd imagine...

"Put it back where you found it, you don't know where it's been,"

- Clouse, disgusted, probably

And you know when you're at that age that you really want a pet, and you finally wear down at least one of your parental figures into getting you one?

.

.

.

:)

In their care, Ronin grows up, nameless (they didn't even give him a name!!! I'm so ANGRY but I have no one to blame but myself 😭 why do i do this) and competing with Clouse and Garm for Chen's attention. I go more in-depth with this idea in conversations with @spookycrownblaze which i may or may not end up dumping here to inflict all of my angsty ideas onto the fandom but we're not done yet...

During this time, Ronin also trains. Most of the competition is between Clouse and Garm, and there is definitely some deep rooted *ahem* jealousy between those two fight! fight! fight! 👀👀👀 bUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT-

Ronin trains, Garmadon and Clouse butt heads, Garmadon cheats to win Chen's favor, Garmadon leaves, and it's back down to Chen, Clouse, and this no-name kid. And at some point Skylor is born and Clouse is Still Jealous but that doesn't matter and Ronin becomes Chen's left hand man. Now, and I don't know why, if feels important that I distinguish that he's Chen's left hand man and Clouse is his right hand but that might have to do with the old left handedness superstition for some kind of symbolism...

Oh, yeah, and by the time the war starts, Ronin is a Samurai... and after forsaking Chen as his master, he becomes Ronin. As in, that's his whole identity. That's who he is. That's the first and only choice he's ever made for himself. And also Morro

Head: empty

Guts: spilled

Onions: cut

Knees: weak

Arms: spaghetti

Ham out, peace ✌

[sleepyimpala]

bad idea!

FANDOM: IT (2017) CAST. GENRE: smut. PAIRING: Finn Wolfhard x reader. WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of alcohol. AGED UP TO 18+. Finn is a month older than the reader. 

It was a bad idea calling you up

Was such a bad idea 'cause now I'm even more lost

The alcohol had gotten to me. I knew it had. I wasn’t thinking straight. I wasn’t thinking at all.

But, even drunk, I knew what’d happened.

I’d been dumped.

God, I was miserable. I never should’ve fallen for him!

Why would he dump me? Was it cause of my anxiousety? My anxio... anxiety? Was it ‘cause of my anxiety?

I felt disgusting. Ugh. I wanted to cry until I puked. But at the same time, I wanted to talk about my shitty love life until I puked.

And there was only two people I could talk to.

Finn.

One... person.

See? I’m still sober!

“Finn,” I sobbed into the receiver knowing he’d pick up as soon as I'd call him.

He’s my best friend. He always does.

“It’s ten o'clock,” his voice was groggy. I loved it when his voice was groggy. It was so hot. “Are you okay?”

“No!” I screeched before sniffing and choking on my sobs. “Guess who’s gonna die alone?!” I crowed miserably, flopping down onto the mattress to stare at the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling.

“What are you talking about?” He stifled a yawn.

“What do you think I'm talking about?!” I burped. “My shitty excuse of a boyfriend Bryce just dumped my anxious depressed ass!”

“What? Why?”

I moaned into the phone, throwing my head up. He chuckled softly.

A silence followed.

“He said I'm not pretty enough for his standards,” I sobbed.

“What are you, America’s Next Top Model?” He snickered. I knew why he was snickering. I was never this vacant.

“Could be,” I raised my eyebrows, thinking about it. Then I remembered what I had called him about. “But that’s not the point! He dumped me! He’s dating Ol... Olivia...”

“He's a cheating bastard!” His yell scared me. Finn sighed. “So, what do you wanna do about it? What do you want?”

“Dick,” I blurted.

He must’ve been drinking water.

“I – you what?”

“You heard me!” I crowed. “I want dick, Finn.”

“Well, I can’t help you with that. Are you drunk?”

“Yes! But it doesn’t matter! And, No! You can help me with that! Finn, please!”

“As much as I would love to, you’re drunk and you're not going to remember any of this tomorrow and you’ll probably regret it and -”

“Finn. You heard the words. Come. Out. Of. My. Mouth. You know I’ll remember it. My body will remember it. I want you. Please. Just come over. Please!”

I think I sang something like ‘I need your dick' but I wasn’t sure.

“Fuck,” he hung up.

It was a bad idea to think you were the one

Was such a bad idea 'cause now everything's wrong

A flying squirrel – no, a rock, hit my window. My eyes lit up when I heard the noise.

“What’s the password?!” I whisper-screamed even though I knew it was him.

“Wouldn’t you already be dead?” He muttered, rolling his eyes. I moaned. God, he was so hot.

That wasn’t the password, though, but I let him in anyways.

He smirked at my moan and I glared at him.

“You think I’m hot,” he observed, using one arm to shut the window.

“No,” I shook my head stubbornly.

“Well,” he whispered, grinning. “I guarantee,” another smirk. “You will.”

And then his lips attacked mine.

You put your hands under my shirt

Undid my bra and said these words

"Darling, you're so pretty, it hurts"

“Are you a virgin?” He whispered, feeling me up. It felt good. His hands dancing on my bra.

“I wouldn’t give away my V card so easily...” I rolled my eyes.

He chuckled.

“Ha! Slut.”

“No!”

“It’s our little secret,” he smirked and put his finger to his lips.

I moaned as his hands pressed me. He muffled the sounds with a kiss.

“Shh,” he whispered. I nodded. “On, and, darling?” I nodded again. “Don’t let anyone ever tell you you’re not pretty enough,” his voice was different. Husky. I couldn’t get enough of it. “Promise?”

“Promise,” I slurred.

“Good,” he smiled, satisfied. “Because darling, you’re so pretty it hurts,”

I blushed at his words. He kissed my lips softly and pulled me close, undoing the straps of my bra with one hand.

You pushed me up against my wall

Threw my clothes down on the floor

"Darling, are you ready for more?"

The second thing he removed was my shirt. His eyes darkened.

“I'm so happy you saved your V card foe me,” he whispered. “You're so fucking hot,”

“Don’t make me regret it,” I grinned.

“Trust me,” he murmured. “I'll make you wish you were a virgin all over again,”

“You’re so fucking hot!” I almost screeched, making him chuckle softly.

“I know,” he nodded. “I can make you feel so good,” it was as if he wanted it so badly himself. “Are you sure you want more?”

“I've never been so sure in my life,” I assured him.

“Fuck, princess,” he groaned, lifting the white shirt over his head. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck you,”

“Thirteen years?” I finished.

“Are you sure?” He murmured.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Please. I need this, Finn. I need you to take advantage of me, Daddy,”

Shit! That wasn’t supposed to come out! What the hell was I thinking?

“I always knew you were a bottom,” he smirked in reply. My eyes widened. “Don’t be ashamed,” he cooed. “I'll give you what you want, babylove,”

It was a bad idea calling you up

Was such a bad idea, I'm totally fucked

It was a bad idea to think I could stop

Was such a bad idea, I can't get enough

“What is it that you want, baby girl? Tell me what you want,” his dark eyes shone gleefully.

“Don't just stare at me,” I looked away. “Y/N. Tell me what you want or I won’t let you cum. Beg for it.”

My eyes widened at the thought, and the fact that he liked it.

He liked it. The power. The control.

And yet... He still treated me with such care.

Adoration. Concern, almost.

And then I realised, he loved me as much as the pleasure.

Was it bad to say he loved me more than the pleasure?

“I want you... I want you to eat me, Finn,” I begged. “I want you to eat me and fuck me hard but only fuck me when I’m about to cum,”

“Fuck,” he moaned. “That wasn’t so hard, was it, princess?” I nodded.

Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen.

Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty.

They started to become sloppy. He grunted louder.

“Please let me cum!” I moaned. “I don’t think I can hold it any longer,”

“Alright, princess,” he whispered. “Cum on my cock like the slut you are,”

I nodded, murmuring, finally letting go.

“Finn,” I moaned, hitting my climax. “Finn,”

“Y/N,” he spilled inside of me. “Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty, made to be fucked...”

“Made to be fucked,” I repeated.

He pulled out one last time.

“So pretty,” he whispered. I watched as he cleaned. Then he flopped over by my side to stare up at the fake stars on the ceiling.

“My pretty girl...”

MASTERLIST (moving to @lemon-boy-stan!)

[verobatto]

Destiel Chronicles

Vol. XLII

It was a love story from the very beginning.

Just You and Me

(9x06)

Hello My Friends!!! How are you? I'm here again with another meta from this series. This time is time for a very Destiel one, episode 9x06 Heaven can't wait.

I know is a very analyzed episode, well known by all the FANDOM, so I will be quick with some scenes, just mentioning things that we all know, and pointing mostly how the characters felt during the different scenes.

I want to say thank you to my friend @agusvedder , she made the gifs for this meta and discussed with me the episode. Thank you girl! 😘💕

Pain-Lost-Depression

I'm gonna start talking about the Rit Zien (in enochian means HANDS OF MERCY), this different class of angels assisted in the battlefield helping angels wounded to heal, and giving peace (by ending with them) to those who were past saving, wounded with emotional damage.

Let's swim now through his victims in this episode and why he chose Castiel like one of them.

The first victim was a man who had lost his wife, so, he was depressed, he couldn't handle his lost, the love of his life. He had a huge pain he even called to suicide line. The Rit Zien appeared a vanished him, into micro molecules, and the color was PINK.

You know pink represents Happiness, so, we could infer this angel tried to give the pain a relief. To transform it into happiness in Heaven.

The second victim was a girl, who had just break up to his boyfriend, and she was saying this exactly words .. pay attention...

GIRL He dumped me, Jace. (pause) In the cafeteria. In front of everyone. It's just like ... who does that, you know? Like, why couldn't he just dump me on Facebook like a normal person? (pause) I've been destroyed. Socially and romantically … totaled. (pause) I know. I'm just so embarrassed, Jace. I could just die.

She's recalling us to Castiel, and how Dean dumped him from the bunker. And she's describing her feelings, so we can think Cas is feeling dumped, destroyed and embarrassed.

So... Then... Cas must be very upset with Dean. As we will see in the next point, he is.

But now, when the Rit Zien heard her asking for death, he just gave her death, and happiness in Heaven, as we could see when he transformed that girl in pink color.

So, two cases about two people in love, one had lost his wife, and was deeply depressed, and the second one was dumped by her boyfriend, feeling embarrassed.

And if you pay attention too to Castiel's singing to the baby, the lyrics are very melancholic... Flying away in a wing and a prayer... He misses being an angel, he said it again while he was trying to calm the baby, touching his forehead...

After talking with the baby about how it felt being a human all of the sudden, he says...

CASTIEL: (...) You know, it wasn't that long ago when all I'd need to do to ease your pain was touch you.

So... This is melancholy, sadness...

But let's come back to the logic of the victims... As I said first one... Two cases related with lover lost, a girl dumped by his boyfriend...

Then... Castiel being the third victim, shouldn't surprise us at all...

CASTIEL: It's a fever, Ephraim. It will pass.

(Cas thought the angel had came for the baby)

ANGEL (EPHRAIM): You remember my name? I was just a nobody when we met, but you – you were a legend. You've been here before. This is my first time, and it's ... intense.

The Rit Zien remarked Cas was a legend, so he felt honored he could remember his name, but also, and this is very interesting, he's talking about being surrounded by humans, and Hyman's feelings SO INTENSE. I'm pointing this, because there's a scene in the car with Dean in which Case says everything is different, about feelings, about being a human. I just want you to keep this in mind for the next points.

CASTIEL: How'd you find me?

EPHRAIM: Because you're warded? The same way I find all my patients – I just followed the sound of your pain. You have no idea how loud it is. I could hear you for miles

This has to caught our attention. Castiel is in pain, huge pain. He's depressed. He lost his grace, he had to for through being homeless, starved, facing our most deep decadency. And then he had to suffered Dean's rejection. Castiel, who had learn now what his feelings were. As a human, he's sure now that strong feeling he had for Dean is LOVE, and being dumped by him, leaving him in the streets again, is a deep pain, a deep wound, just as painful like losing his grace. So, his pain was loud.

Cas is mad at Dean, and Dean wants see him desperately

Okay, now that we talked about the case, let's focus in Destiel.

Castiel called Dean for the case... And Dean noticed Cas was kind of... Weird, and maybe mad, this made him anxious, and he decided to go to that case ALONE, and find Cas, just in case...

But really, the conversation they had by the phone is hilarious. First of all, Dean stood up and walked away from Kevin and Sam, when he realized it was Cas. Looking for privacy??

DEAN: Hello?

CASTIEL (calling from the Gas'n'Sip) I may have a case for you. (CASTIEL is cleaning the slurpee machine while he talks.) Four missing in Rexford, Idaho. (DEAN stands up, walking away from the table.) Presumed dead, but no bodies have been released to loved ones. And, there were reports of a strange substance at the scenes.

Okay, we'll just stop here, notice how Dean says HELLO but Castiel doesn't, he just goes straight to the point of his call, this is the first sign that he's mad, he wouldn't call, but he has this case, so he had to. Not a nice thing to do for him, because he would prefer no to pass for this. Not to talk with the one that dumped him.

DEAN: Oh, well, hello to you too, Cas. How are you?

Dean noticed that too, and he insists with the HELLO, and he asks how Cas is doing. He knows Cas must be mad at him.

CASTIEL: I ... am busy.

Cas cut him. He was actually, nervously trying to... Do something with the smoothie machine.

DEAN shakes his head.

DEAN All right. So, how do you want to do this?You want to meet up at the latest scene? You want me to pick you up? What?

Dean is proposing see each other, he wants to work with him, Dean wants to see him.

CASTIEL's efforts with the Slushy machine are not going well. A flood of liquid blue slushy mix spills out over the machine and onto the floor. DEAN hears the trickling sound and looks puzzled.

CASTIEL Um … I've got my hands full over here. I just – um...

And this is when Cas gets flustered and the machine is a mess of blue liquid all over the floor. Is not coincidence that when Dean offered Cas an encounter, the mess with the blue fuold happened. Is a consequence of Castiel feeling nervous, an encounter with Dean is something that gets him flustered. Nervous. Anxious. Now that Castiel is a human, he understands clearly what happens in his heart with Dean. He knows that feeling is LOVE. So, isn't that easy, being dumped, get mad, and now calling him, and now seeing him again? Too intense.

DEAN Cas? Hello?

Dean is convinced now that Cas is mad at him, so he decided to go ALONE to see him.

He invented some excuses because Sam wanted to go with him, he tries to minimize the importance of the case, but that made it more suspicious, so Sam asks...

SAM: So, he said nothing about where he is or – or what he's been doing?

DEAN: This is Cas. In case you forgot, he's not exactly Chatty Cathy.

SAM (incredulously) And you're not even gonna see him when you're in Idaho?

DEAN: Well, like I said, as long as he's catnip for angels, he's keeping his distance.

DEAN turns to continue walking, now leaving the room.

SAM: So then, what's the point, Dean? I mean, it's barely even a case.

Sam couldn't understand why his brother was almost running to that "not case" so fast, answering all his questions with not very truly answers.

DEAN (from a balcony, talking down to the other two) That's why I'm just gonna go have a little look-see, and … we're not gonna waste a whole lot of manpower on a big pile of nada.

And then Kevin gave him the perfect excuse...

Dean must be thinking... Thanks Kevin, over there... Finally alone, just Cas and him.

Jilted Lover and pining boy

We know Misha Collins said producers asked him to play this scene like a jilted Lover, and he did it perfect.

We had this classic Destiel scene... Dean talking with Sam by the phone, outside the Impala, drinking a coffee, we don't see more... Till this happens...

Dean lowered his head, because he had it covered, he doesn't need his brother help, because he has Cas. And he wants to be alone with him, this gesture, he gets a little nervous over there, like... Anxious... Why? Because he's doing this... This is his cover...

This is pining, my friends, no friend stays out of the window CONTEMPLATING his handsome best friend working, like... If this isn't pining what is is then? Why he would stop by Castiel's work, watching him for so long?? He wasn't afraid, because when he finally made his dramatic entrance, he wasn't ashamed, so, he just does it because he wanted to contemplate him. Because he is pining for him. Because he contemplates the man he loves. People that are in love do that. Period.

When Dean appears in front of Cas, Castiel's fav is priceless. He's surprised, but it seems like of his heart just gave a jump! Like OMG! HE'S HERE! WHY?

Look at the deception in Dean's face, again Cas is not saying him hello. And he was waiting for a better response. But, okay, Cas is mad, some maybe not a good response, but at least a HI.

After this, Castiel gets mad again because Dean is disappointed to find him working there and not hunting. Cas names the whole situations he had to go through, because he can't believe Dean shows up as if dumping him from the bunker was nothing...

CASTIEL: My Grace is gone. What did you expect? Do you have any idea how hard it was? When I fell to earth, I didn't just lose my powers. I – I had nothing. Now... I'm a sales associate (proudly)

Castiel is proud, he's showing Dean LOOK HOW I GOT THIS WITHOUT YOUR HELP. I DID IT BY MYSELF.

But Dean doesn't want this for Cas and mostly, he needs him back with him, even if it has to be just for one case. So he will try to convince him, just like the old times.

Then... Nora enters in the scene. At first Dean made his wtf and jealous face when he sees the heart eyes. And then he plays the NO HOMO BUDDY right there.

Trying to get some info, and the result is Cas has a date!

Flirting

After recognize the case was about a Rit Zien, Dean wants him to be aboard with him to stop the angel... But Castiel says this...

CASTIEL: But he just got here. The ebb and flow of human emotion – Dean, I've been on earth for a few years, and I've only begun to grasp it. To him, pain is pain.

And then this...

That's why I said before keep in mind the INTENSE word about Human's feelings. Cas is getting now what is this all about. He's getting know the intensity of the feelings... Love, hate, pain, depression, sadness, joy. He is experiencing all of them. That's why I truly believe he understood what he felt for Dean.

I readed once @amwritingmeta post about this scene here, and the second meaning of I NEED A RIDE and the face Dean made... And I laughed so hard, because she showed in that post the wishfully and lustful face Dean showed. Priceless. Pay attention... When Cas says I NEED A RIDE, Dean's imagination was... To... Where? Cas having a good ride? By whom? Him? Okay. Too hilarious, but Jensen did it. Jensen made that face in Dean's skin... Dirty pining boy for his ex hot angel.

Then he turned to Cas to see if he realized what he had just Sayed, and of course he doesn't!

So... Second meaning for flirting... Is not gonna work Dean...

Tony Manero

When Cas and Dean were in the car, and Castiel was about to get out on his date, Dean says this words that generally are used when someone who's in love with the person is about to having a date with a third one, says to stop him. And our hearts stopped right there... But Dean Winchester made it NO HOMO again, talking about the wardrobe.

Even Cas has a hint of hopes in his eyes, why Dean would choose those words right there? Because he was feeling like that, he was still flirting with him, he was jealous, and he didn't want to let the angel go. But his repressed feelings won't let him verbalize it. So... He plays it...

DEAN: Okay. Uh, lose the vest.

CASTIEL: What are you –

Even Cas doesn't get what Dean wants, not even Dean knows it either...

Okay this was very gay, very. And Dean drooling face calling his friend TONY MANERO like the pining boy he is for his gorgeous and hot ex angel friend.

Comparing Castiel with Tony Manero, Made us go to that movie immediately, and to one scene in the car between John Travolta (Tony Manero) and his friend, Stephanie. (Thanks to Agus for show me the scene and discuss with me this). And I know this had been talked largely in the fandom, the frames and the position of the actors were the same like Dean with Cas, but is very interesting the dialogue. Tony was helping Stephanie to move on into a new house with a married man who was using her. When Tony detects this, they both had a conversation in the car and Tony made a jealous scene. Asking for that man, saying her he was using her, and she breaks talking about how that man helped her, that she was alone. You don't know what I had to go through. Is a huge Cas parallel, when Dean starts to recriminate him about his job in the Gas'n sip. And a Jealous Tony is compared with jealous!Dean about Nora. And don't forget, Nora was using Castiel like baby-sitter.

So because Dean was jealous... He was acting like the best friend giving his buddy advices about the date. But he was being ambiguous, like half flirting and acting gay and half giving advices and no homo. The truth was, he was drooling for Cas, pining for him... Even my mom saw that!

But let's return again to Cas in his "date"...

We saw how Dean contemplates Castiel again while he was walking towards that door, collecting a rose, smiling like a dummie because Cas looks so cute doing that. And the writers showed us Cas sucking his finger because one spine hurted him? Like? Why show something so sexy while Dean is watching? Do I need to add more here?

This was a huge romantic Destiel scene, with reference to a romantic movie, and we were witness of that!

Good Bye

Another Destiel scene, and this will be the last, sorry for the extension of this meta, is the goodbye scene. We had Dean with a half I'm sorry (because he couldn't say the truth, and Cas being so sad.

Pay attention when Cas is leaving, Dean's painful expression, the guilt and the repressed feelings... He really wants to tell Cas everything and bring him home with him, desperately... But he can't, and is so painful to him. Castiel is sad too, their faces are... Just sadness and pain. They don't like to be apart from each other... Damn...

To Conclude:

Episode 9x06 was a very Destiel chapter. We had the reference to Castiel's depression for lost his grace and being dumped by Dean.

We had a desperate Dean to fix things with his angel, running at his first call, insisting for his help, desperate for having a hint just the two of them. Being jealous, flirty, and very in love with his ex angel buddy.

The car scene with the reference to Tony Manero (a bi vives character in one of the most famous romantic movies), and the two CONTEMPLATING THE LOVE OF MY LIFE scenes, marked this episode like one of the most romantic episode in the whole show.

I hope you like this meta, see you in the next!

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Buenos Aires, December 18th 2019 7:37 PM

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Hiiiii!!!!!!!!! :D

[insert gif of Harry waving crazily and smiling broadly!]

Noooo we must give the pets all the love, right?! Thank you so much!

ESCAPADE IS LIKE--- Frick. I really love it, but it's between that and Y&B for me, and I relate to Harry in Y&B more, so that's always the one that takes the cake for me. But yes, the playlist is fantastic, and I love the ambiance and energy it adds to Dolce's wonderful writing! You have given me an idea; make playlist, then write fic, then add playlist! Ha! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh thank you so much, that's going on my phone to read late at night--- slow burn is the best. Do you have any tropes you like in fanfiction?

OH WOW Rock me, that's such a song LOL! Was Louis always your 'bias'? (Kpop term because I've forgotten the other word! No, I'm not a kpop fan anymore lol, was a while ago. What music do you enjoy?) MAN, I hope your mom loved it!! I'd cry if I saw Louis in person too lksjdfjksf. Mhmmm I really loved Take Me Home, and Made in the A.M... do you have, perhaps, a top 10 1D tracklist? :D

THAT IS A BRILLIANT INSTAGRAM NAME OH MY WORD!!!!! YOU WERE AND ARE BRILLIANT!

Honestly, I don't know how I wrote that many fics. For a bit of that time I really liked someone so I channeled it into my writing. But it didn't work out, therefore!! I wrote more, and eventually shifted into Larrie mode, thank goodness. But again, it's quality over quantity, and I think some of them aren't that good, tbh.

Hey, there's no shame in trying. Honestly, you know what I do? Automatic writing. Whatever is on your brain, dump it onto the page, and then your head is either clearer for fanfiction, or you've got a potential plot; either way, you're grounded and in the headspace for it, right? Do you have any ideas I might help with?

Congratulations on graduating, oh my goodness BECKYYYYYYY. I am so beyond proud of you! I'm going for film, which is all I'll say for now since I don't wanna give myself away. Apps are indeed kicking my butt but yes. What did you stud in undergrad?

I look forward to talking again, sorry about the time difference <3

Lots of love,

Holiday Pal.

HELLO HOLIDAY PAL <3

I have an unpopular opinion to share 👀 I never loved Y&B. I read it because it was a fandom classic but I struggled to stay engaged. I think my favorite fandom classic is Unbelievers. I might go reread that now actually 😶 I hope you enjoy the fic I shared!! x

Where do I start with favorite tropes? Obviously enemies to lovers & slow burn. Can’t get enough of that shit. I love a/b/o. I also love famous/famous where they’re not in one direction. Or just one of them is & the other is famous for something else. What are your favorite tropes?

When I first noticed the band wayyyy back when I definitely think Harry was my fav. I remember having a cardboard cutout of him lmao but I was 10 so I don’t remember joining the fandom clearly ): But by the time I went to see them in concert Louis was definitely my favorite. I can’t remember exactly when I made the switch but pretty early on. My mom loved the concert! I always tried to get her to pick a favorite and I remember her telling me she loved Louis’ blue eyes. She’s a Louis girl at heart <3

I listen to all sorts of music! Some of my fav artists are Greta Van Fleet, San Fender, & Declan McKenna. Do you use spotify? If so, who were your top artists?! I also loved Made in the A.M. but I think FOUR would be my absolute fav. Omg I’ve never written a top 10 1D track list. Tomorrow I’ll go through the albums and make one! I’d love to see yours too!!!

Aw sorry to hear it didn’t work out :( At least you channeled your feelings into something creative! And you study film!!! I’m always blown away by how some people are so creative. Thank you for your congratulations :) I’m finishing up my degree in biomedical engineering right now! I might go back to grad school in a few years once I have a better idea of what I’d like to specialize in.

Ugh I struggle so much with dumping words down. I always edit things as I go along rather than write a draft and edit it. I think that’s why I struggle so much with committing to a fic because I know how much editing and reworking will go into it. But I’m going to try! I’ve wanted to for years now and you’ve helped give me the push!!

talk soon holiday pal x :)