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artsekey · 1 year ago

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Disney's Wish

Look, Disney's Wish has been universally panned across the internet, and for good reason.

It’s just…kind of okay.

When we sit down to watch a Disney film—you know, from the company that dominated the animation industry from 1989 to (arguably) the mid 2010’s and defined the medium of animation for decades—we expect something magnificent. Now, I could sit here and tell you everything that I thought was wrong with Wish, but if you’re reading this review, then I imagine that you’ve already heard the most popular gripes from other users across the web. So, let me focus in:

The biggest problem with Wish—in fact, the only problem with Wish—is Magnifico.

Whoa, that’s crazy! There’re so many things about Wish that could’ve been better! The original concept was stronger! The music was bad--

I hear you, I do. But stay with me here, okay? Take my hand. I studied under artists from the Disney renaissance. I teach an adapted model of Disney’s story pipeline at a University level. I spent a ridiculous amount of time getting degrees in this, and I am about to dissect this character and the narrative to a stupid degree.

First, we need to understand that a good story doesn’t start and end with what we see on the screen. Characters aren’t just fictional people; when used well, characters are tools the author uses (or in this case, the director) to convey their message to the audience. Each character’s struggle should in some way engage with the story’s message, and consequently, the story’s theme. Similarly, when we look at our protagonist and our antagonist, we should see their characters and their journeys reflected in one-another.

So, what went wrong between Asha & Magnifico in terms of narrative structure?

Act I

In Wish, we’re introduced to our hero not long into the runtime—Asha. She’s ambitious, caring, and community-oriented; in fact, Asha is truly introduced to the audience through her love of Rosas (in “Welcome to Rosas”). She’s surrounded by a colorful cast of friends who act as servants in the palace, furthering her connection with the idea of community but also telling us that she’s not of status, and then she makes her way to meet Magnifico for her chance to become his next apprentice.

Quick aside: I'm not going to harp on Asha as a character in the context of Disney's overall canon. Almost every review I've seen covers her as a new addition to Disney's ever-growing repertoire of "Cute Quirky Heroines", and I think to be fair to Asha as an actor in the narrative, it serves her best to be weighed within the context of the story she's part of.

As Asha heads upstairs for her interview, we're introduced to the man of the hour: Magnifico. He lives in a tower high above the population of Rosas, immediately showing us how he differs from Asha; he’s disconnected from his community. He lives above them. He has status. While the broader context of the narrative wants us to believe that this also represents a sense of superiority, I would argue that isn’t what Magnifico’s introduction conveys; he's isolated.

Despite this distance, he does connect with Asha in “At All Costs”. For a moment, their goals and values align. In fact, they align so well that Magnifico sees Asha as someone who cares as much about Rosas as he does, and almost offers her the position.

… Until she asks him to grant Saba’s wish.

This is framed by the narrative as a misstep. The resonance between their ideals snaps immediately, and Magnifico says something along the line of “Wow. Most people wait at least a year before asking for something.”

This disappointment isn't played as coming from a place of power or superiority. He was excited by the idea of working with someone who had the same values as he did, who viewed Rosas in the same way he does, and then learns that Asha’s motivations at least partially stem from a place of personal gain.

Well, wait, is that really Asha's goal?

While it's not wholistically her goal, it's very explicitly stated & implied that getting Saba's wish granted is at least a part of it. The audience learns (through Asha's conversation with her friends before the interview) that every apprentice Magnifico has ever had gets not only their wish granted, but the wishes of their family, too! Asha doesn’t deny that this is a perk that she’s interested in, and I don't think this is a bad thing.

So, Is Asha’s commitment to Saba selfless, or selfish? I’m sure the director wanted it to seem selfless, wherein she believes her family member has waited long enough and deserves his wish granted, but we can’t ignore the broader context of Asha essentially trying to… skip the line.

Then, we get our first point of tension. Magnifico reveals his “true colors” in snapping at Asha, telling her that he “decides what people deserve”. This is supposed to be the great motivator, it’s meant to incite anger in the audience—after all, no one gets to decide what you deserve, right? But unfortunately for the integrity of the film and the audience's suspension of disbelief, at least part of Magnifico’s argument is a little too sound to ignore:

Some wishes are too vague and dangerous to grant. Now, there’s visual irony here; he says this after looking at a 100 old man playing the lute. The idea that something so innocuous could be dangerous is absurd, and the audience is meant to agree.

... But we’ve also seen plenty of other wishes that might be chaotic—flying on a rocket to space, anyone? The use of the word vague is important, too—this implies wording matters, and that a wish can be misinterpreted or evolve into something that is dangerous even if the original intent was innocuous. His reasoning for people forgetting their wish (protecting them from the sadness of being unable to attain their dreams) is much weaker, but still justifiable (in the way an antagonist’s flawed views can be justified). The film even introduces a facet of Magnifico’s backstory that implies he has personal experience with the grief of losing a dream (in the destruction of his home), but that thread is never touched on again.

What is the audience supposed to take from this encounter? If we’re looking at the director’s intent, I’d argue that we’ve been introduced to a well-meaning young girl and a king who’s locked away everyone’s greatest aspiration because he believes he deserves to have the power to decide who gets to be happy.

But what are we shown? Our heroine, backed by her friends, strives to be Magnifico’s apprentice because she loves the city but also would really like to see her family's wishes granted. When this request is denied and she loses the opportunity to be his apprentice, she deems Magnifico’s judgement unfair & thus begins her journey to free the dreams of Rosas’ people.

In fairness, Magnifico doesn’t exhibit sound judgement or kindness through this act of the film. He’s shown to be fickle, and once his composure cracks, he can be vindictive and sharp. He's not a good guy, but I'd argue he's not outright evil. He's just got the makings of a good villain, and those spikes of volatility do give us a foundation to work off of as he spirals, but as we’ll discuss in a bit, the foreshadowing established here isn’t used to the ends it implies.

While I was watching this film, I was sure Magnifico was going to be a redeemable villain. He can’t connect with people because he's sure they value what he provides more than they value him (as seen in “At All Costs” and the aftermath), and Asha’s asking for more was going to be framed as a mistake. His flaw was keeping his people too safe and never giving them the chance to sink or swim, and he's too far removed from his citizens to see that he is appreciated. Asha does identify this, and the culmination of her journey is giving people the right to choose their path, but the way Magnifico becomes the “true” villain and his motivations for doing so are strangely divorced from what we’re shown in Act I.

Act II:

His song, “This is the Thanks I Get!?” furthers the idea that Magnifico’s ire—and tipping point—is the fact that he thinks the people he’s built a kingdom for still want more. Over the course of this 3:14 song, we suddenly learn that Magnifico sends other people to help his community and doesn’t personally get involved (we never see this outside of this song), and that he’s incredibly vain/narcissistic (he's definitely a narcissist). I think feeling under-appreciated is actually a very strong motivation for Magnifico as a character-turning-villain, and it works very well. It’s justified based on what we’ve seen on screen so far: he feels under-appreciated (even though he’s decidedly not—the town adores him), he snaps and acts irrationally under stress (as seen with his outburst with Asha), and he’s frustrated that people seem to want more from him (again, as seen with his conversation with Asha in Act I).

But then… he opens the book.

Ah, the book. As an object on screen, we know that it's filled with ancient and evil magic, well-known to be cursed by every relevant character in the film, and kept well-secured under lock and key. But what does it stand for in the context of the narrative's structure? A quick path to power? We're never told that it has any redeeming qualities; Magnifico himself doesn't seem to know what he's looking for when he opens it. It feels... convenient.

I think it's also worth noting that he only turns to the book when he's alone; once again, the idea of connection and community rears it's ugly head! Earlier in the film, Amaya-- his wife-- is present and turns him away from taking that path. In her absence, he makes the wrong choice.

This decision could make sense; it contains powerful magic, and if it were framed in such a way that the people of Rosas were losing faith in Magnifico’s magic, as if what he can do might not be enough anymore after what they felt from Star, going for the book that we know contains spells that go above and beyond what he can already do would be logical. Along the lines of, “If they’re not happy with what I do for them, fine. I, ever the “martyr”, will do the unthinkable for you, because you want more.”

It would keeps with the idea that Magnifico believes he's still trying to help people, but his motivation has taken his self-imposed pity party and turned it into resentment and spite.

But, that’s not the case. Instead he talks about reversing that “light”, which has had no real negative or tangible consequences on Rosas. Everyone had a warm feeling for a few seconds. Again, it’s meant to paint him as a vain control freak, but… he hasn’t lost any power. The citizens of Rosas even assume the great showing of magic was Magnifico.

Act III

Then, we get to the consequences of opening the book (and perhaps my biggest qualm with this film). The book is established as being cursed. Magnifico knows it, Asha knows it, and Amaya—who is introduced as loyal-- knows it. The characters understand his behavior is a direct result of the book, and search for a way to save him. This is only the focus of the film for a few seconds, but if you think about it, the fact that his own wife cannot find a way to free him of the curse he’s been put under is unbelievably tragic. Worse still, upon discovering there is no way to reverse the curse, Magnifico—the king who built the city & “protected it” in his own flawed way for what seems to be centuries—is thrown out by his wife. You know, the wife who's stood loyal at his side for years?

It’s played for laughs, but there’s something unsettling about a character who’s clearly and explicitly under the influence of a malevolent entity being left… unsaved. If you follow the idea of Magnifico being disconnected from community being a driving force behind his arc, the end of the film sees him in a worse situation he was in at the start: truly, fully alone.

They bring in so many opportunities for Magnifico to be sympathetic and act as a foil for Asha; he’s jaded, she’s not. He’s overly cautious (even paranoid), she’s a risk-taker. He turns to power/magic at his lowest point, Asha turns to her friends at her lowest point. Because this dichotomy isn’t present, and Magnifico—who should be redeemable—isn’t, the film is so much weaker than it could’ve been. The lack of a strong core dynamic between the protagonist and antagonist echoes through every facet of the film from the music to the characterization to the pacing, and I believe if Magnifico had been more consistent, the film would’ve greatly improved across the board.

I mean, come on! Imagine if at the end of the film, Asha—who, if you remember, did resonate with Magnifico’s values at the start of the film—recognizes that he's twisted his original ideals and urges him to see the value in the people he’s helped, in their ingenuity, in their gratitude, & that what he was able to do before was enough. Going further, asking what his wish is or was—likely something he’s never been asked— and showing empathy! We’d come full circle to the start of the film where Asha asks him to grant her wish.

Pushing that further, if Magnifico’s wish is to see Rosas flourish or to be a good/beloved king, he'd have the the opportunity to see the value in failing and how pursuing the dream is its own complex and valuable journey, and how not even he is perfect.

The curse and the book (which, for the purposes of this adjustment, would need to be established as representing the idea of stepping on others to further your own goals/the fast way to success), then serve as the final antagonist, that same curse taking root in the people of Rosas who’ve had their dreams destroyed, and Asha works with the community to quell it. Asha’s learned her lesson, so has Magnifico, and the true source of evil in the film—the book—is handled independently. Magnifico steps back from his role as King, Amaya still ends up as Queen, and Asha takes her place as the new wish-granter.

This route could even give us the true “Disney villain” everyone’s craving; giving the book sentience and having it lure Magnifico in during “This is the Thanks I Get!?” leaves it as its own chaotic evil entity.

All in all, Magnifico's introduction paved a road to redemption that the rest of the film aggressively refused to deliver on, instead doubling down on weaker motivations that seem to appear out of thin air. Once the audience thinks, hey, that bad guy might have a point, the protagonist has to do a little more heavy lifting to convince us they're wrong.

Look at the big-bad-greats from Disney's library. There isn't a point in the Lion King where we pause and think, "Wait a second, maybe Scar should be the guy who rules the Pridelands." Ursula from the Little Mermaid, though motivated by her banishment from King Triton's Seas, never seems to be the right gal for the throne. Maybe Maleficent doesn't get invited to the princess's birthday party, but we don't watch her curse a baby and think, Yeah, go curse that baby, that's a reasonable response to getting left out.

What do they all have in common? Their motivation is simple, their goal is clear, and they don't care who they hurt in pursuit of what they want.

Magnifico simply doesn't fall into that category. He's motivated by the idea of losing power, which is never a clear or impactful threat. His goal at the start seems to be to protect Rosas, then it turns into protecting his own power, and then-- once he's corrupted-- he wants to capture Star. The problem is, there's no objective to put this power toward. Power for power's sake is useless. Scar craves power because he feels robbed of status. Ursula believes the throne is rightfully hers. Maleficent wanted to make a statement. Magnifico... well, I'm not really sure.

#wish #disney #review #magnifico

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anjee0 · 2 months ago

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Old friends

Female!reader x 2000's Eminem. (Feel free to put in your own oc insert as well)

Description - Y/n decides to have a little get together at her house where she gets to spark interests again with her old friend that she hasn't seen since high school.

Warnings - Explicit language, drinking, vomiting, pill or tablet taking

Requested by @heyitstial

Y/n adjusted the plant pot on the coffee table for the 100th time making sure it looked “perfect”. One of her good friends Dre was coming over with a friend of his and she wanted to make sure that her apartment was spick and span. Dre hadn't told Y/n who his friend was and whenever she asked he'd just respond with: “It's a surprise!”

Y/n sat on the sofa and patiently waited for Dre and his friend to show up. Moments later, the doorbell rang as its playful tune rippled throughout the house. Y/n immediately got up and dusted her jeans off before opening the door.

She was immediately met by Dre smiling at her widely with his arms stretched for a hug. Y/n hugged him as he felt his arms around her waist, engulfing her in a warm hug.

When Y/n pulled away she couldn't help but smile. “I've missed you. I haven't seen you in ages.” She said gleefully.

“For real. And speaking of people you haven't seen in ages…” Dre stepped to the side to reveal the Marshall Mathers standing right by Y/n's door.

“Holy crap! Marshall!” Y/n exclaimed as she hugged her old friend.

Her and Marshall were best friends with each other back in high school. They were inseparable and literally attached to the hip. After Marshall had dropped out of high school, they stopped seeing each as often. Then eventually along the way, they lost communication completely and hadn't heard from each other in a few years.

Marshall looked completely different from what Y/n could remember of him. His fluffy brown hair had been replaced with a bleached buzz cut and his teeth looked less crooked. He had small hoop earrings and definitely developed more muscles as well. He looked somewhat… cute.

“How do you guys know each other?” Y/n asked.

“I'm helping Marshall out with his new album. And while we were in the studio the other week, I told him how I was gonna visit you. He said you sounded familiar so I showed him that picture of us when we went to New York and he recognised you. So I decided to surprise you.” Dre replied.

“Wow, that is amazing.” Y/n said.

“Small world, huh?” Marshall said.

“Well, come in, come in.” Y/n said, stepping aside so they had space go inside.

Dre and Marshall stepped in and took off their shoes as they looked around at the living room. They observed in awe at how beautiful and well organised the place looked.

“Damn girl. This is great. How'd you get this?” Dre asked.

“Saved up enough money.” Y/n responded. “Uh, sit down.” She chuckled awkwardly. She wasn't really used to guests coming over to her house.

Dre and Marshall sat down on the sofa opposite to the seat Y/n was sitting in. They made themselves comfortable and leaned into the softness of the cosy sofa.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” Y/n asked.

“Hey, uh. Do you ever have people over here?” Dre asked, forgetting Y/n's question.

“Oh, uh no. You guys are actually my first guests here.” Y/n responded.

“Hey how about we invite a friend over and you invite a few of your friends over and we have a small get together? This seems like the perfect place for it.”

Y/n really wanted to say no, she wasn't the biggest party person out there. With work always being her top priority, she never really had time to sit down and relax or to go out with her friends. But being the people pleaser she was, she agreed. At least she'd have some of her friends over too.

“Who are you gonna get?” Marshall asked.

“I'll call Proof. I'll tell him to get drinks as well.” Dre responded. He looked over to Y/n. “Do you have a telephone?” He asked.

Pointed over to a small rounded table where a red telephone was placed. “Right over there.”

Dre thanked her before going over to call Proof. In the meantime, Y/n tried to make conversation with her old friend.

“So, how have you been?” Y/n asked.

“I'm good. I've got a kid now.” Marshall replied.

“Oh, that's amazing.”

“Yeah.. her name's Hailie. She's 4 right now.”

“I bet she's adorable.”

“Oh yeah, she is the best thing that's ever happened to me.”

“Is the mother in the picture?” As soon as those words left Y/n's mouth she wished she could take it back. Sure, her and Marshall were great friends but she hadn't seen him ages, she didn't have to pry around in his business. “Sorry, that was a personal question. I shouldn't have asked that.”

“Hey, don't sweat it. It's you asking so I don't mind. But uh, yeah. The mother’s Kim.” Marshall replied.

“Kim? Like Kim from high school?”

“Yeah. We're… married now.”

“Oh…”

“You sound surprised.”

“Well, you guys were pretty on and off in high school.”

“Yeah, no I get that. Actually, Kim found out she was pregnant a few weeks after we broke up. We got married as soon as we could.”

“Oh, right.”

“Yeah, but uh, it's not the best marriage. We're always arguing and fighting over dumb shit. We've resorted to an open relationship now.”

“What do you mean by open relationship?”

“Well, we're both allowing each other to date other people since we don't really have feelings for each other anymore. At this point, we're just staying together for Hailie.”

“Oh, I think I get it. So are you dating anyone?”

“Nope. Sort of wanna focus on my new album.”

“Oh yeah. How's that coming along?”

“I think it's going great.”

“I'd love to listen to it once it's released.”

“I'll send you a copy.” He chuckled.

“I like the new look by the way.” Y/n smirked as she looked at his bright bleached hair.

“Oh yeah. Thanks. It's for my persona, Slim Shady.”

“Alright, I called Proof. He's coming over with drinks. Y/n, you wanna call your friends?” Dre asked as he hung up the phone.

“Yeah, sure.”

As Dre went to sit back down, Marshall, Y/n got up to call her friends. She picked up the phone and dialled her friend, Mikayla's number. It rang for a few seconds before she picked up.

“Hi there, Mikayla speaking!” She greeted Y/n in her usual cheery tone.

Y/n smiled hearing her friend’s happy voice. “Hey girl, it's me Y/n.”

“Hey, what's up?”

“So I'm having a little get together with a few friends. Wanna come over?”

“Ooh, who's there?”

“A few guys.”

“Are they cute?”

“Yeah.”

“Fun! I'll dress extra well. What are you wearing?”

“Just a pair of jeans and a top.” Y/n replied as she looked down at her casual outfit.

“You're wearing that?”

“Yeah I know. Should I change?”

“Yes! Wear something sexy.”

Y/n could just feel Mikayla's wide smirk through the phone. “Yeah, but I don't know what to wear though.”

“Hey, how about that denim mini skirt I got you for your birthday and that cute tank top that you got from that Christmas sale?”

“That's great! I will wear that. Thank you.”

“Well, I am the fashionista friend.”

Y/n chuckled at her friend's joke. “Oh, and while I get ready, can you call Abi and let her know too?”

“Of course. I'll see you then. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Y/n hung up the phone and turned to Dre and Marshall. “Two of my friends are coming over. I'm just gonna quickly change.”

Dre and Marshall nodded as you entered your room and locked the door to get changed. In addition to the mini skirt and tank top, she wore a black push up bra too. The tank top was a bit see through but that didn't mind her. Y/n took one last look at herself in the mirror before coming out of her room.

“Looking good, Y/n.” Dre said.

“Thank you. I'm just gonna clean up the kitchen really quickly.”

What she didn't realise was Marshall absolutely stunned at how beautiful she looked. He found her cute back in high school and couldn't help but notice how much more pretty she looked since all those years ago. The new pair of clothes she was wearing fit her perfectly well. The mini skirt made her legs look elegant and the bra highlighted her breasts perfectly. And to top it off, the tank top she was wearing bought the whole look together to make it all the better.

As soon as she stepped foot in the kitchen and closed the door, Dre immediately turned to Marshall.

“You like her, don't you?” Dre asked with a dumb smile on his face.

“As a friend? Yeah.” Marshall replied.

Dre slapped the back of his head and tsked. “Man, not like that. You're into her.”

“No I'm not, we're just friends.”

“Really, cause you were taking a good long look at her. As your face is red as a tomato.”

“It's just hot in here.”

“Man, stop playing with me.”

A few seconds later, the doorbell rang and Y/n immediately left the kitchen to open it. She was met by her friends Mikayla and Abi who immediately engulfed her in a friendly hug.

“You look cute!” Abi said.

“So do you!” Y/n replied. “You look cute too Mikayla, come in.”

Mikayla and Abi stepped in and immediately jumped onto the empty sofa. They came over often so they treated the place like their second home.

“Hey there, girls. Y’all look great.” Dre said.

“Say, you look awfully familiar.” Mikayla said.

“Well, I am Dr. Dre.”

“You are?” Abi exclaimed.

“The one and only.” He replied with a smile.

“Is he lying?” Mikayla asked Y/n.

“Not at all.” She replied.

“You never bothered to tell us?” Abi said.

“Yeah, we I didn't think you'd believe me.” Y/n said, sitting with her friends on the sofa.

“Dude, my little brother, Mike, is so obsessed with you.” Mikayla said.

“Oh really? Should I autograph something for him?” Dre asked.

“He wouldn't believe me even if I had an autograph.”

“I have a polaroid camera. I can take a picture of you both and Dre can sign it.” Y/n offered.

“That sounds great.” Dre said.

Y/n went to get her polaroid camera from her room and swiftly came back. Marshall got off the sofa to let Mikayla sit down next to Dre. He sat down next to Y/n as their shoulders slowly brushed.

Y/n bought the camera up to her eye, her finger hovering over the capture button.

“Alright, ready?”

“Ready!” Dre and Mikayla and Abi said I'm unison.

Y/n hit the capture button as a bright flash came from the camera followed by shutter sound. And at that same moment, Proof burst into the house with 3 six packs of beer.

“What's on you guys!” He cheered as he held the pack up and stuck his tongue out.

Marshall chuckled at Proof's energetic greeting.

“Man, what took you so long?” Dre asked.

“Cashier lady was being a bitch. She thought my ID was fake.” Proof said as he sat down next to Dre. “What's up, Marsh?” Proof asked as he dabbed him up.

The polaroid developed and Y/n chuckled at it. Dre and Mikayla were smiling on the couch and in the background was Proof holding up the 6 packs with an energetic expression on his face. She handed it over to Dre and Mikayla who laughed at the sight of it.

“I'll sign my name right over your face.” Dre said teasingly at Proof.

“Man, fuck you.” Proof chuckled.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Dre said. “I bought a cassette with the tracks Marshall's done so far for his album.” Dre reached out in the pocket of his hoodie and pulled a cassette out.

“Why did you bring that?” Marshall asked as he tried to snatch it off.

“What? Let them listen, I think it's great man and you know it too. You got a cassette radio?” He asked Y/n.

“Yup.” Y/n reached under the TV stand where a cassette radio was. She took it out and placed it on the coffee table.

Dre put the cassette in and hit play. A few moments later, the first track started playing. It started off with a catchy beat followed by Marshall's voice. His voice easily flowed through the beat and his lyrics felt immaculate. Marshall groaned as he sat back on the sofa.

“I think it's pretty good.” Y/n said as she turned her head to look at Marshall.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“I'm being serious, Marsh.” She playfully pushed his knee.

Marshall jokingly flipped her off to which she happily returned the favour as old high school memories started flooding back to her.

As the music played through the background, everyone introduced each other and talked for a while. Proof eventually opened one of the 6 packs and passed everyone a beer.

“What is this?” Abi asked as she inspected the can.

“Beer, duh. Drink up!” Proof responded.

“I very much prefer Y/n's blue cocktail.” Abi said as she leaned her head on her friend's shoulder.

“It's Y/n's best cocktail. She works at a bar.” Mikayla said.

“What bar you work at?” Proof asked.

“Pink Pristine.” Y/n responded.

“Holy shit, you work at Pink Pristine?” Marshall said as he sat up.

“Yeah, I've been there for a while.”

“Ain't that the bar where all the rich people go?” Proof asked.

“Yeah, that's the one.”

“No wonder you got such a nice house.” Marshall aside.

“We love Y/n's blue cocktail. She always makes it for us.” Mikayla said.

“Blue cocktail?” Dre asked.

“I haven't found a good name for it.”

“Can you please make us some?” Abi asked. She looked up at Y/n with a pouty expression and wide eyes.

“I don't have all the ingredients for it, sorry.” Y/n said.

Mikayla and Abi both groaned in disappointment.

“Alright then, drink up!” Proof said.

Everyone cracked open their beer bottles and said cheers before drinking up. Y/n wasn't the biggest fan of beer; the bitter taste made her throat dry and left a terrible scent in her mouth.

“Anyone wanna try chugging the beer against me?” Proof asked.

“What?” Abi said in confusion.

“Me and another person both chug their beers and see who lasts the longest without stopping.” He explained. “Anyone up? Marshall?” Proof looked at him with a sly expression.

“Nah, man. I threw up like crazy last time.” Marshall said.

Proof looked around at everyone else, hoping for an answer. But he was only met with a thick silence. He was about to give up until Y/n spoke up.

“I'll do it.” She said, feeling determined.

“Alright then! Let's go! First to chug 3 wins.”

“Are you sure?” Mikayla said.

“I'll be fine.” Y/n responded.

Proof and Y/n both got ready to chug down their beers as Dre started the countdown. He did it slowly, which built up a lot of tension and a suspenseful manner.

“3, 2, 1… Go!” Dre said.

Y/n immediately started chugging down her drink as fast as she could. The bitter taste of the alcohol made her throat dry. However, she still continued to chug the drink down like it was nothing. She could hear everyone else cheering and whooping for them, encouraging them to go faster.

Y/n and Proof had finished their first can at around the same time and they were already onto the next one. She chugged that one down, already feeling the struggle to keep up. Proof was easily chugging it down like it was water meanwhile Y/n was scrunching her nose up at the scent.

When it got to the third can, Y/n could feel some of the beer trickling down her chin and down her neck. She decided she couldn't take it anymore and that she'd let Proof take the win. Y/n took the half empty cab off her lips, finally giving up, only for her to accidentally spill the rest of the beer onto her shirt and skirt.

The loud and supportive cheering was replaced by gasps. The beer had only made her shirt more see through, revealing her bra underneath more. She quickly got up to go change as her friends followed behind her.

“Yo, are you okay?” Proof asked.

“I'm fine!” Y/n called back before entering her bedroom.

“Did you guys see Marshall's face?” Mikayla asked quietly as soon as Y/n shut the door.

“No, why?” Y/n responded.

“He went all red and couldn't take his eyes off you.” Mikayla explained.

“He likes you!” Abi exclaimed.

“He doesn't. We're just old friends.” Y/n said.

“Old friends?” Mikayla asked.

“Yeah, we were best friends in high school.”

“Did you guys ever date?” Abi asked.

“No.. but we kissed once.”

“You did?!” Abi and Mikayla exclaimed at the same time.

“Shhh! But yes, we did. It was once. Then we never talked about it.”

Y/n changed her shirt and bra out for something more comfortable. She decided to wear a sports bra and an old baggy shirt on top.

When they came out of the room, Y/n could sense some sort of tension in the living room. Marshall's face was blushing red as a a tomato. He looked more embarrassed than flustered.

“Everything okay?” Y/n asked as she placed her hand on Marshall's shoulder.

“Yeah everything's fine.” He replied.

“Hey should I order pizza?” Y/n asked.

“Oh, yeah that's good. Let's do that.” Dre said.

Y/n called the pizza place nearby and placed an order for a large pepperoni pizza and for a large meat feast pizza too.

“Are we even gonna finish all of this?” Y/n asked as she sat back down.

“Hey, me, Dre and Marshall can easily have a whole pizza for ourselves.” Proof reassured jokingly.

A few minutes passed and the pizza arrived. Everyone was starting so they were pumped to get their hands on a slice. They all reached in and took a bite, feeling at ease.

Y/n could feel her stomach churn as she ate the pizza. Perhaps pizza and 2 and half cans of beer weren't the best combination to have. She started to feel queasy so she decided to have a glass of water. Y/n could feel that uncomfortable feeling in her stomach slowly drifting away from her as she finished the water.

As minutes passed, everyone decided to sit on the couch and talk with each other for a while as music radio played. As the previous song faded, a new one started to play. It started off with a snappy beat and then followed by a female voice. It was the type of music you'd hear at a club or at a bar.

“Ooh! I love this song.” Abi said, smiling widely.

“I like this song too. Care to dance?” Proof asked smoothly as he offered his hand.

Abi instantly put her hand in his as the both stood up to dance. They both put their hands on each other and held each other close as they swayed to the music.

“Guys, join in!” Abi said.

“Yeah, get your asses off the couch.” Proof chimed in.

Dre and Mikayla gave each other a look before shrugging at each other and going off to dance. Y/n looked at Marshall with a sly smile.

“Care to dance?” She asked.

“Why not?” Marshall said.

They both got up to dance along with the others too. Marshall placed his hand on Y/n's waist as she placed her ls on the sides of his neck. They pulled each other closer and swayed to the music. Their foreheads touched as the tip of their noses came to contact too.

Y/n felt the space around her getting hot and stuffy. Her cheeks came to a bright pink colour from the heat as she felt beads of sweat trickling down the back of her neck.

“Hey, you okay there?” Marshall asked.

“Just a bit hot.” Y/n replied.

“Do you wanna step outside?”

“Yes please.”

With that decision, they went out to the back garden where they stood on the wood porch. The sky was dark and looked majestic with the twinkling stars and bright moon staring down on them.

“You know what this reminds me of?” Marshall asked.

“What?” Y/n asked curiously.

“When we snuck into that disco that the school was hosting cause we had to pay to go.”

Y/n gasped slightly as the memory started flooding back to her mind. “I remember! We danced for a bit, we got caught and stole snacks.”

“Yes!” Marshall chuckled. “And then we just kinda sat outside and watched the moon. And then we were talking and then…”

“We kissed.” Y/n said softly as she watched the grass rustle in the gentle wind.

“Yeah…”

“That was my first kiss actually.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Not at all.”

They both looked at each other for a moment before leaning in slightly. But in that moment, Y/n felt her stomach getting queasy again as it tied up in twists and turns. She could feel a weird itchy feeling coming from her throat.

Shit.

She covered her mouth and turned around, vomiting into the nearest plant pot. Well, there goes her aloe vera. Marshall immediately held her hair up and stroked her back gently. His touch was calming and made her feel more at ease.

“Hey, if you don't feel well, I'll tell everyone to go home okay?” Marshall said.

“Okay, could you do that please?” Y/n replied.

Marshall quickly informed everyone about Y/n to which they were immediately concerned, especially Mikayla and Abi.

“Is she okay?” Abi asked.

“We wanna see her.” Mikayla said.

“She's fine but she needs space. It's best if everyone leaves.” Marshall stated.

“You coming with us?” Dre asked.

“I'll stay here to help her clean up. I can call a cab afterwards. I'll be fine.” Marshall insisted.

“Alright, man. Call me when you get home.” Proof said.

And with that, everyone but Marshall left. He took her to the bathroom so she could clean herself up while he cleaned up. He threw away all the empty beer cans and put the leftover pizza in some tupperware to leave in the fridge. He then hoovered and disposed of the aloe vera plant.

“Thank you, Marshall.” Y/n said as she stood by the doorpost on the living room door.

“Yeah, of course. I'm gonna get a cab and leave. Goodnight.”

“Wait.”

“Yeah?”

“It's 2 am. You can stay over, I think that's best.”

“No, it's fine. Don't worry. I don't wanna bother you.”

“You won't bother me Marshall. You're my friend. I have a guest bedroom. Feel free to stay there. I'll quickly clean it.”

“Hey, don't bother. It's fine.”

“Please…”

“Okay, I'll stay, but you don't have to clean the room. I just need to call Proof quickly and let him know.”

Y/n nodded and bid him goodnight before going over to her bedroom to take a fully deserved sleep. After Marshall informed Proof, he also went to sleep on the guest bed and slowly drifted to a slumber.

In the middle of the night, Y/n woke up with the sudden urge to have a glass of water. Her mouth felt dry and she needed to quench her thirst. She laid in bed for a minute before finally getting up. She'd probably had to take a tablet too for her killer headache she was just starting to deal with.

She noticed that the light in the kitchen was on, Marshall was probably in there. When she opened the door, she was met with Marshall turning on the tap and getting himself some water.

“Hey.” Y/n said gently, not wanting to startle him.

“Oh hey.” He replied as looked up at her with a soft smile. “Also craving some water?”

“Yup. And something for my killer headache.”

She rummaged through her cupboards and found ibuprofen. She took some cold water, immediately satisfying the dry feeling in her mouth.

“Listen, about earlier outside. I'm sorry-” Y/n started.

“Don't be sorry.”

Before she could say anything else, he sealed her lips with a gentle kiss. The gentleness of kiss soon became replaced with the feeling of desire and having to fulfil a desperate need.

“Do you wanna sleep with me tonight?” Y/n offered.

“Sure.”

Moments later, Y/n found herself laying head against Marshall's chest and playing with the fabric of his shirt on her bed.

“I'm sorry for losing contact with you over the years.” Y/n apologised.

“It's my fault too.” Marshall insisted.

“Why don't we try giving this a chance?”

“I like the sound of that.”

Marshall kissed her head before they both fell asleep in each other's embrace.

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goodoldfashionedengineer · 3 months ago

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TUA Tumblr Simulator pt. 1

Find more here: pt. 2

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The Umbrella Academy never should have existed. Those were CHILDREN!! They were THIRTEEN when they first appeared! They KILLED people! Two of them DIED! It really goes to show how much you can do if you have money

FUCK Reginald Hargreeves

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Wait 5 DIED?!

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It was never confirmed, but honestly, seems the most likely that they would have just covered it up. If he's still alive, I hope he got to live a nice life without that cult

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Every journalist, interviewer, fan, whatever, who is asking Allison Hargreeves about her brothers or her father should just be sent to space. How would you like it if I bring up your childhood trauma constantly?

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Didn't she like kill people?

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She was a CHILD! It was all planned by their father, he was the one who "trained" them. He should go to prison but that won't ever happen. Not to mention he didn't just adopt those children, he bought them

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WE GOT A BEHIND THE SCENES UMBRELLA ACADEMY BOOK OWNDNAOWOE

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I am so excited to go read this

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Starting off: WOW Reginald Hargreeves was an even bigger asshole behind closed doors. Who would have thought?

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Okay, okay okay WHAT WHAT WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?!!

ALLISON Hargreeves and Spaceboy were IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER?!

WEREN'T THEY LIKE SIBLINGS?!

I know the book says that they weren't really a family... But they were?? They are clearly described as brothers and sisters?

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Had to put the book down for a while

Gosh, that so surprised me

I used to have the BIGGEST crush on Spaceboy but now I doubt I can think of them the same way ever again

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Calmed down, I'll continue now

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BIG MISTAKE, BIG MISTAKE

WHY ARE YOU TELLING US ABOUT THE TIME YOUR MOTHER TOLD YOU AT DINNER THAT YOUR BROTHER HAD HIS FIRST WET DREAM!

That does NOT belong in a book!

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Drug addiction by age 13, damn

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Wait who was addicted to drugs

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The Séance. Kinda surprised so many people are shocked about this. There are quite a few interviews with them in which it is just blatantly obvious. Look at his eyes in this one for example. Or in this one he is so chill, not really there, but his siblings do all the talking

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Wow first time I've heard about this but this is so... Incredibly sad.

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Honestly? I'm more surprised that not more of them are addicts after all they've been through

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Thanks for the additions!

Five's tragical disappearance. This is the worst part of it by far. They were so close and you can just feel the grief. And to never know what happened, damn

And one of their brothers can see dead people...

I don't know if I'd want to ask him or not. Asking for closure's sake, but if you don't, there is still hope that he'll come back some day.

This is just so sad

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Spoke too soon, it can get sadder

Ben was their glue, his death was so brutal. He died so young and so painful, I can't imagine what that must be like. For him or for the siblings.

No wonder they disbanded after that. It makes you question your own mortality

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Wait what happened to Spaceboy? Did he give up on missions and move out?

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He died

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WHAT

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I mean, it was never confirmed, but he got really badly injured on his last mission, lethally, and hasn't been seen since

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I had no idea. Rest in Peace

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False news, he got injured, but he survived. Otherwise we would have known about it from "Extra Ordinary" which came out last week, given that all the other family secrets were shared in it.

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Ohh, thank you so much! That makes me really happy, I was really worried

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leclerc-s · 11 months ago

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track 004. vete a la fregada

─── ❝ te miré con alguien más, vete a la fregada ❞ ───

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isabellaperez pre-miami dump. local american boy is thrilled to be at his first home race.

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landonorris why does oscar get to be in a photo dump before me this year?

↳ isabellaperez because oscar's more tolerable than you

↳ oscarpiastri wow.

↳ isabellaperez sorry koa!

↳ oscarpiastri can you not call me koala? thanks.

↳ isabellaperez as long as you call me bella i'll call you koa.

maejones wow. we look great

↳ isabellaperez dump max and date me. please. i don't care if nonsense is about him

austinriley lookin' good

↳ arthur_leclerc just got the biggest biggest ick ever.

↳ dulceperez vete a la fregada pendejo

↳ danieljricciardo not-so-kindly fuck off. no one wants you here.

↳ charles_leclerc i can and will run you over with my car.

↳ maxverstappen1 "i hit you like bang"

↳ logansargeant i don’t even know you but i’ve heard many things. stay away or the war criminal will be sent after you

↳ user93 max is on twitter, he's seen the tweets

↳ user31 logan gets the way things work around here. love my fellow american

user49 i didn't know she was close to logan and oscar, guess she is.

user06 BABY LECLERC APPEARANCE! REJOICE!

↳ user85 i love how none of us know what baby leclerc looks like or what her name is.

↳ user06 natalia and charles are amazing parents and their friends are great too. they're keeping this secret for them because it's important to them.

lewishamilton when did you take that picture?

↳ isabellaperez oh, i've been holding onto that one for ages. figured this was the week to let the people see it.

user46 the williams boys look so happy.

she wasn't nervous, fuck max verstappen for thinking she was. isabella perez was not nervous to be seeing her asshole ex for the first time in months. so then why did she ignore his voice, that called out for her to stop? because she was late for a meeting with christian, that's why, not because she was nervous. okay, so maybe there was no meeting with christian but in her defense she was scared, not nervous. isabella picked up the pace when she heard his voice getting closer, failing to notice the boy in papaya standing in her path. she crashed into him, causing him to lose his balance, nearly toppling over.

"oh, shit, i am so sorry. i didn't see you," she quickly said. she turned to look back and noticed him getting closer and held her breath. oscar followed her line of sight, and noticed him, it was hard not to, his tank and tattoos made him hard to miss.

he approached them a smile on his face, "bella, how are you?"

isabella scowled, "my name is isabella, not bella."

austin laughed, as if he was catching up with an old friend, "you didn't mind before."

"i did, you just didn't seem to give fuck on what i minded or not."

"we need to go," oscar said, grabbing isabella's hand, "charles invited us for lunch, remember?"

"and you are?" austin questioned, not letting them make their escape just yet. oscar stared at him, "oscar piastri."

"oh, pastry boy," austin smirked, "you're not all that special. how's life treating you at mclaren? better than alpine?"

oscar pulled isabella back, noticing the girl was ready to throw a punch or two at austin. he didn't want to be the one to tell sergio that his niece needed to be bailed from jail for assaulting a guy. the perez girl was fuming at austin, but it wasn't anything oscar hadn't heard before. at this point, it was water off a duck's back.

"life's great at mclaren, thanks for asking. now, if you'll excuse us, we have to catch up with some friends. you do know what those are right? or do you not have any?"

austin opened his mouth to reply, but by the time he had found something to say the duo had left him behind. isabella was laughing loudly, still holding oscar's hand, while the boy was telling her something. they were off in their own world and austin wondered if there was more to them then they let on.

duckling god, i'm begging you, please make my feelings for this man go away.

paddock dad i told you so

duckling you know what seb, i don't need this right now. not when i'm facing feelings for a fucking koala and my shit ex is in miami at the grand prix

paddock dad HE'S WHAT? WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME?? NOW I WON'T BE ABLE TO BE IN MIAMI!

honey badger it was in the groupchat seb

paddock dad ISABELLA STAY AWAY FROM HIM

super max i think oscar has got us covered.

paddock dad what’s that supposed to mean?

duckling hey, should i start a red bull support group? like current drivers and former drivers?

honey badger please stop trying to change the subject, what’s this about you having feelings for oscar? and why the sudden epiphany?

duckling he held my hand

super max going back to the red bull support group thing, i vote no because then you’d have to include mark webber?? oscar’s manager?

duckling i forgot about him…🫢 but pierre and alex…

paddock dad i wish i could forget mark

duckling that answers seems a little fruity to me but okay.

honey badger MULTI 21 SEB!!!

paddock dad LET IT GO ALREADY! honey badger NEVER!

duckling are you sure the two of you didn’t date? there was so much tension between you two

paddock dad like you and oscar? super max i expected that sort of comment from daniel not seb

duckling besides what could possibly go wrong this weekend?

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redbullracing and for the second year in a row mr. worldwide isn't present at the miami grand prix. excuse me while i go cry. peep the picture of max being utterly in love with charles.

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📍redbullracing REJOICE SALTY SPICE HAS GIVEN UP ON TRYING TO CONTROL ME! MR.305 PLEASE COME TO THE VEGAS GRAND PRIX!!!

user84 wonder how many pitbull memes isabella has saved.

↳ redbullracing the limit does not exist.

nataliaruiz never seen someone as in love with charles as max is and charles is my boyfriend.

maejones someone remind max that he and charles have girlfriends

logansargeant i will never understand your love for pitbull

↳ redbullracing "this for everybody going through tough times. believe me, been there, done that."

danieljricciardo please stop playing pitbull in the garage.

↳ redbullracing no, you will appreciate pitbull or i'll start playing gasolina again.

↳ maxverstappen1 please don't i can't handle hearing the words, "zúmbale mambo pa' que mis gata' prendan los motore" again

↳ redbullracing and yet, you know the words.

↳ user90 never thought max verstappen would know the words to a daddy yankee song. this is peak humor.

↳ maxverstappen1 i don't know the words, i googled them and i pasted them in the comments

↳ redbullracing BOO! YOU WHORE!

user42 isabella terrorizing the red bull garage with pitbull and daddy yankee was not on my 2023 f1 bingo card

↳ isabellaperez they must learn to appreciate the music of my people.

↳ dulceperez we're mexican, pitbull is cuban and daddy yankee is puerto rican. they are not our people.

↳ isabellaperez you're right it's time to terrorize them with paquita.

↳ schecoperez canta le a austin rata de dos patas

↳ user31 damn that's foul.

user29 with every red bull post i am reminded why isabella is my favorite admin.

sebastian vettel someone want to tell me what the hell happened?

arthur leclerc OSCAR ALMOST THREW HANDS WITH AUSTIN

oscar piastri snitch, also, that's not true!

mae jones in oscar's defense, i almost bit someone's ankles and i genuinely think max almost punched someone.

max verstappen that is very true. that klootzak is so fucking lucky christian stopped me from punching his arrogant face.

sebastian vettel what happened?

dulce perez well, austin was being a dickhead and tried to get into the red bull garage and gp stopped him. which is when he started shouting like a maniac for my sister and she came out of the garage, which we all told her not to do, but she never listens, like always. bailey winters which is when, oscar, two garages down, heard the commotion and left his own garage, and saw austin stepping closer to isa, when he stood in front of her and told austin to leave, in the kindest way possible. but of course, he didn't, started calling isa his "sloppy seconds and a whore" mae jones then max, checo, danny, and christian, who were all in a meeting, stormed out of the red bull garage, because gp had told them what was happening, heard him say all this crap while oscar's yelling at austin to go away, still in the nicest way possible. max walked over, told him to fuck off and things really escalated when austin asked if isabella had slept with someone on the team to get her job. freya vettel that's when oscar and max really lost their shit, started screaming at him to get the fuck out of the red bull garage, he still didn't. christian is trying to get security but they were busy solving a different problem, so it took a while, danny and checo are trying to comfort isa, who's on the verge of tears. then max winds up ready to throw the first punch, christian sees this, grabs max and pulls him away, while oscar and austin are shouting at each other. lando norris that's also when someone let's arthur free, so this man barges out of the ferrari garage like a man on a mission and is the only one to touch austin. he pushes him out of the way tells him to get lost, curses him out in french, and that's when security finally escorts him away and this man is still shouting but security tells him to stop causing a disturbance or else they'll ban him forever. that's when he shut up.

sebastian vettel arthur pushed someone? that's the part of the story i find hardest to believe.

arthur leclerc ok it's not like an asshole shows up at every race and starts shit with my best friend.

arthur leclerc and if charles has a bloody nose, it wasn't me. but he did hold me back and was met with an elbow to the face. charles leclerc a mistake on my part truly.

max verstappen my only regret is not punching that klootzak.

sebastian vettel isa, are you okay? how are you doing?

isabella perez i'm hanging out with little jewel, that's the best form of therapy. look at that cutie. who can stay sad around her?

oscar piastri you should get a dog.

dulce perez we should get her to go to therapy first. then she can get a dog.

isabella perez i'm fine. it's not like i almost had a panic attack in front of everyone? oh wait... i did.

sebastian vettel isabella, you should go to therapy. maybe that will help you conquer your fear of falling in love again.

isabella perez i'm don't have a fear of falling in love. daniel jones-ricciardo you do. max verstappen you do.

sebastian vettel we can't keep being your therapists

isabella perez uh, yes you can?

daniel jones-ricciardo go to therapy isa.

OLLIE!

i'm not going to be your therapist isabella.

that's not what i was going to ask you

yes, you were. can't you go bother arthur? your best friend? or dulce, your sister?

arthur's telling me to get therapy. i don't need therapy. dulce's annoying, don't tell her i said that, she'd kill me.

yes, you do. based on what i've read, you have a crush on oscar and don't want to admit it because your ex messed up the way you receive love.

okay, when did this become a call out isabella session?

what were you going to ask me?

do you think i should get a dog?

you can barely talk about your feelings, what makes you think you can be responsible for another life?

at least it's not a child

please, do not have a child.

why would i need to have a child when i have you?

ollie bearman i think isabella just became my grid mom??

arthur leclerc what the fuck???

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¡leclerc-s speaks! yeah, i tried making austin the biggest asshole i possibly could. kinda hate him and i wrote his character. this has been sitting in my drafts for a full week already but i just didn't think it was good enough, but oh well.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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Murder on the Candy Cane Express: Chapter 1- The Trip Begins

Summary: After Pomni makes the mistake of liking a murder mystery adventure, the next adventure sees her cast as the detective... with Gummigoo as her assistant. Notes: This is based on a discussion on Discord with @vegalocity and a few other people. The colors of Pomni's outfit mentioned are based on @hootbon's Freakshow AU

It was Pomni's fault.

It started with an adventure based around CLUE, or at least the circus’s knock-off version of CLUE. Each circus member had a role to play, with Jax being the victim, lying in a puddle of strawberry jam-

("Good riddance."

"Zooble!"

"WHAT?!")

-to Ragatha being the detective.

Unfortunately, the issues started there.

Pomni had been a private investigator back when she was a human, one of the few facts she remembered about herself. She hadn't been sure how to bring that fact up to the rest of the group, since she had been hired to investigate at least the last two of C&A's string of disappearances. (It could have been worse. At least the company wasn't murdering people like she suspected when she saw the list of names.) She had a long string of successes under her belt, with people trusting her more than they did the police.

And her pride as a private investigator screamed at her when Ragatha did not follow procedure.

("RAGATHA, YOU CAN'T JUST BLOW INTO THE EVIDENCE BAG, IT'LL GET YOUR DNA ALL OVER IT!"

"Pomni, this is... the most impassioned I've ever seen you get for an adventure."

"What, you might as well LICK it if you want your own germs all over it!"

"...this is personal- and I don't like seeing you like this. It scares me.")

Pomni had ignored the sting of that comment and took over the detective role, ignoring her role as a knock-off Ms. Peacock. Some part of her had relaxed as old muscles flexed. Sure, the chaos of the circus made her have a weekly breakdown, but this chaos? The chaos of investigating, of putting the pieces together, of being able to point out the butler NPC as the killer?

"That was actually kinda fun," she admitted as they walked into the circus.

The next second, Caine was in her space, vibrating- literally vibrating, she could hear his teeth chattering against each other- in his spot. His fingers dug into her hands from where he was holding them, but he didn’t seem to notice. "My dear, did you say you enjoyed that?!"

"Uh..." Pomni wasn't sure why, but she decided it was best to be honest, even as she leaned away from him. "Yeah, I did."

If he had an actual mouth, she was sure Caine would have the biggest grin with how his eyes sparkled. "Nobody has ever said that they've enjoyed the adventure! This is the best day of my life!" Wow...that was actually kind of sad. She glanced around to see that everyone was looking away, looking a touch awkward, even Jax. "I have so many ideas!"

And with that, Caine disappeared.

The next few days felt normal, with an adventure a day and activities that Ragatha and Jax would set up together, except Caine would occasionally pop up to ask Pomni questions about police procedures and old cases and the pros and cons of true crime books, taking notes. He even took Zooble aside to ask about what kind of maturity they wanted

"He looks more focused than he did whenever we do a therapy session," Zooble complained once to her and Gangle when they were hanging out in their room, gently running a marker over the exposed part of Pomni’s arm, making a tattoo of a constellation. (Pomni stored that to maybe talk to them about later.)

And it all led up to today.

"The Murder on the Candy Cane Express!" Caine announced, the title popping up around him in pastel pink and blue. "That's right, folks! You are all on a train, trapped together, when suddenly, someone is horribly murdered! It's up to our master detective to solve the case!" The lights flashed, and Pomni looked down as her outfit shifted and changed, and a bundle of papers landed in her hands, like the CLUE adventure.

Instead of her jester outfit, she wore dark pants and heeled boots with a pastel pink shirt and a pastel blue vest that matched the title. Over that, she wore a dark Inverness cape, lined with pink and blue fur. She reached up and patted her head. Even the hat was gone, replaced instead by twin pigtails that were tied back with what felt like ribbon to her still-gloved hands. Next to her was a dark brown leather satchel that she tucked over her shoulder, feeling a familiar weight from her old bag. It all looked and felt so mature.

Despite herself, she loved it.

“Wait, you can change our outfits in here-”

“Ugh,” Jax groaned. “I’m not gonna be the victim again.”

“Of course not! That would be boring!” Caine said, snapping his fingers. A red wig plopped down on Jax’s head. “You’re playing the femme fatale!”

Silence dawned on the group. Between strands of hair, Jax’s eyes went wide. Then they got even bigger, with sparkles and everything. “Oh squeak yeah,” he said. “I’m gonna seduce everyone on that train!”

“Jax no!” Ragatha called, her eyes getting wide.

“JAX YES!”

“Anyway,” Caine said, pressing a hand to Pomni’s back. “Get through your portal and catch your train!” And with a push, she stumbled through the portal, right into a bustling train station.

Caine always put a lot of work into his worldbuilding, and he hadn’t skimped here. The floor resembled marble, with gold sprinkles shot through solid white sugar, and the trend continued to the ceiling, held up by huge lollipops. The ceiling was decorated with hard candy and icing, creating a fresco of Caine and Bubble doing various things. Various NPCs, both candy and otherwise, rushed about to get on gingerbread trains. Pomni’s script, however, told her to head to the biggest train.

It was beautiful. It looked delicate, made of candy glass and spun sugar and gingerbread and a bunch of other things she couldn’t recognize off the bat, but it looked luxurious, the type of train with sleeping cars and dining cars fancy enough to be five star. Despite herself, despite the stress of her situation, Pomni felt a grin form. Sure, the nice train ride would be ruined by a murder, but she was going to enjoy the ride to the best of her abilities.

Then a hand landed on her shoulder.

“There you are, Poms!”

Wait. No, it couldn’t be.

She turned.

Gummigoo smiled at her as a screen, one of the ways to introduce the characters in these murder mystery adventures, popped up.

Your best friend and sidekick!

#The Amazing Digital Circus #TADC #my writing #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #Pomni #Caine #Jax #Zooble #Ragatha #Gangle #Gummigoo

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kradeelav · 4 months ago

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Hello Krad. You are a massive inspiration to me, and I have adored your art ever since stumbling across it a couple of months ago. I have a love for early 2000's media, and was wondering if you could talk a bit about how making art around FE9's time was like! I would love to be able to recreate the aesthetic of games from around the early 2000's, they just have a unique atmosphere to me that I really love. Thank you in advance.

oh wow, you are so very kind to say so, and so eloquently! ;_;

early 2000's... now that was a special time. i think the biggest difference is how utterly small the world felt back then, online. limited.

i read a good article recently how portal (and the infamous 'the cake is a lie' meme) percolated in a very specific time of the internet where people across the globe were just getting online in larger waves than the true diehard nerds and outcasts before, but it was still absurdly cozy. that meme went viral across the entire internet in a way that i truly don't think could ever happen again, since everyone was figuratively rubbing shoulders with each other - shoot, even 2010-era tumblr? i knew everyone in the main #fireemblem tag.

media limitations were remarkably similar - most teens had maybe seen all but two classic anime series before getting online, especially if you were out in the rural areas / on the east coast versus the west where the hot anime was being bootlegg'd before youtube was a thing. seeing a new series or getting your hands on the truly quality titles was more precious than diamonds. you were obsessed with the same show for genuine decades.

deviantART (where i was right before then) was a unique incubator similar to that - where young teens were getting influenced for the first time by art styles, resources and inspiration that their parents, teachers, and grandparents steeped in local visual traditions could not dream of. people arrived with very strikingly specific art styles you could tell who was raised in korea, russia, france, etc very easily - just as easily as you could tell who spent decades in ff7 fen versus naruto.

occasionally clumsy were those first attempts. but the drawings were genuine, and it was the next chapter in a very interesting visual dialogue between the old guard of illustrators (who only drew physically and were trained in local painting and inking traditions) and the new crop of teens hungry for the taste of dynamism and emotion they had seen in animanga. hungry to mix and match.

it was also truly a bridge from the tactile-first world to the digital-first world. nowadays like microplastics - you really can't go anywhere without running into a toy or trend or game or a drawing that hasn't been influenced to some degree by a dozen different other digital ideas before it reached you-the viewer.

in a way, since you're talking about recreating aesthetics, let's go back to the "limited" word.

limited is a good concept.

some of the best art i've seen consistently uses limitations. limitations of only using one medium, only using three default tools in your painting software (like dodge and burn since digital brushes were either crude or nonexistent). pull up programs like the Gimp (it's what I used back then for forum signatures and hasn't changed all that much) - limit yourself with specific tools of that era. look at isutoshi's hentai from about then (if that's within your bandwidth) and notice all the comic sans fonts everywhere-since nobody had gotten around to making specific manga fonts. limit yourself to being inspired by one or two artists from the 80's.

those limitations and patiently asking why (like you're doing now) will get you so very far ~

#not art #humorously related: whoever called sephiroth the sans of 2001 aged me like twenty years (but accurate)

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mdhwrites · 4 months ago

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Was Boscha Mistreated In S3?

TL:DR Boscha is actually one of the best written parts of S3, mostly because she actually has some efficiency to how she was written. This does not mean the writing succeeds in its goals because the misguided priorities and management of S3 of TOH is why this isn't some sort of praise. It is the ALMOST success in three specials that I think are objectively a complete failure of writing.

@hinobodyishere wanted a follow up to their previous ask about Boscha and I at first dismissed and deleted it, partially due to misinterpretation. That since we did get Boscha in S3, how was she handled? Was she given respect in regards to the trauma foisted upon her?

Well... Yeah actually. For the most part she is. They genuinely tried to give her a sympathetic character arc and their fumbling of it didn't have to do with disrespect, it had to do with one of the DUMBEST decisions of all of S3 I think. Not one that breaks themes just... Why would you do this? I have NO explanation for why the choice while I can at least tell you a concept for why other things were done.

But let's start with the good and that's that in a season that has some of the absolute least efficient storytelling I have EVER seen, especially in terms of wrapping shit up, Boscha keeps her biggest strength as a character and that is weirdly subtlety and in turn efficiency. Anyone who loves Boscha can probably back me up on this that so many of her weird quirks as a character come from small choices. I've talked in the past about how Amity is the ONLY person she never is mean or cruel to, even once Amity abandons her and that shows how subservient she was to Amity, not the other way around like most people portray it. This also coincides with her response to Luz coming to die. "Wow, you're a really good friend." And that implies she genuinely does understand friendship and loyalty and from what we can tell, she may be mean to even those around her but she is ALWAYS loyal and faithful to those she cares about. She knows what being a good friend is.

I bring this up not just to praise Boscha but also to lead into her trauma. We are explicitly shown her losing essentially her last two friends. Any trace of what her past was is GONE because of the Collector (your reminder that the Collector is a fucking monster btw). She is the last of her friend group. The last one still carrying the torch for what she thought reality was before Amity kicked her to the curb out of nowhere. Skara presumably did the same to be a part of the Entrails. Her reality is already fracturing and it was her own failure this time to protect them that led them to die. She is all that exists of the Banshees anymore. This is reinforced by how Miki manipulates her. She threatens Boscha with being in danger. With being vulnerable, something she's not used to because she always saw herself as Queen Bee and either sharing a throne with Amity or by herself. She is desperately holding onto what little she has left.

Willow's scene next is... Up and down to put it mildly. It is mostly to dogpile on the already heavy and EXTREMELY forced shit they're doing with Willow. A reminder: No one is asking fuck all of Willow this episode, few EVER have, and yet 'Dependable Willow' comes out of fucking nowhere. So while Boscha talking about the weight of responsibility is actually good for her, it is in line with the rest of Boscha's feeling that she's pressured to keep walls up against the world, it's not really anything new and it has little to do with her current trauma. At best, it helps explain why she's leading Hexside because she's the one who actually will take responsibility.

Then we get to the scene I mostly LOVE. Yes, I am a Lumischa shipper but I don't like it for the unrequited love angle. Like I said before, Boscha has lost EVERYTHING. She has lost way more than any of our 'trauma' victims amongst the Hexside crew. Even Hunter was never alone like she has been for MONTHS after having to watch TWO of her friends die instead of just one like Hunter did. The closest he ever got was the time between Hollow Mind and Labyrinth Runners which was like what? A week? It is genuinely incredible how shitty Boscha's life has been the entire time since the Collector showed up. Miki isn't even really a friend. She feeds into Boscha's fears and paranoia. She is actively trying to pull out the most damaged and worst parts of Boscha, essentially using her PTSD against her, for again, MONTHS.

So here is her chance to get SOMETHING back. To reverse the original sin that shattered her world. Finally, the Blight mentality that she must have at least gotten some of from Amity that she's lived her life with can come back. Amity can come back. That's why she's desperate and pleading with her. Then-

"Boscha, you're hurting me!"

I... There is something about the delivery of that line that makes my skin crawl in a way I can't 100% justify. It's not even out of character. It's her last chance after all so she'll go pretty far to keep Amity there. It's just... Not many characters physically hurt each other and Boscha doing it here comes across, especially after the faux confession, like a needy ex getting ready to assault their old lover. For an episode that is essentially trying to redeem Boscha, I don't think it's a good choice. She's been villainous enough already, you didn't need to go that extra step but that may just be me.

But, writing wise, this scene is correct. It is her darkest hour. The moment that forces her to self reflect and choose a path. Is she a Banshee, or is she a slave? Does she stand proud like she always has but now for the right reasons or does she cower in villainy?

And we don't get a proper climax. Then again, neither did the episode.

We're going on a tangent but bear with me because it sets up what I think needed to happen. See, Boscha showing up and promising to kick Kikimora's ass off screen is... Bad. It's not a climax, it's instead tepid and weak, complete with, in the SECOND TO LAST EPISODE, "Don't think we're square" or whatever the fuck Willow says to Boscha. Why? Why are you STILL kicking narrative cans down the lane instead of actually giving any fucking resolutions? It's so indicative of the entire problem of S3 just having no fucking clue, nor interest, in wrapping anything up or giving any sort of real satisfaction to narrative plot points IT CREATES.

Worse yet is tying this around Kikimora of all people! I actually don't hate her as a character but like Boscha, the minute Belos is dead, her utility is over. Her dramatic weight has been gone for over half a season because ever since Falls and Follies, she's been a gag character. Yet, she's canonically beaten our main characters as many times as Belos has and unlike Belos, the main cast has never beaten her themselves, especially in a fair fight if you want to count Hunter's fight against her while she's drugged as a win against her. This is a character who is going to get the same reaction Luz gave: "You again? REALLY!?" because like... Why? Of all the characters to bring back, why bring back Kikimora as a final antagonist? I actually do have explanations for that, it's part of why S3 could never have been good even with a longer version of itself, but different blog.

No, it is the fact that despite bringing her back, despite giving her another objective win against our heroes... She isn't beat. We actually don't even know if Hexside succeeds in beating her. In this adventure show, the villain could have just peaced the fuck out and kept doing whatever she wanted instead of getting her ass beat and giving us a real action scene, something that is sorely lacking in For the Future. It makes no sense narratively, by genre convention, or thematically. And don't claim they ran out of time because that means they kept Kikimora through however many drafts it takes to make an episode and somehow decided to never write in how to actually give a climax to this episode that isn't just Camila and Luz talking about a subject that ANY villain could inspire by kicking Luz's ass.

So. What should have been here?

My suggestion is a roughly three minute trick, maybe less. I'm not asking for a lot of time, you can probably get it from not bothering to show Belos during the main portion of the episode and let him showing up at the Collector's Castle be his whole appearance because the foreshadowing of Caleb leads to literally nothing. In this fight scene though, we'll get our redemption.

Luz is lost and they're still struggling against Kikimora. Suddenly, Kikimora gasps and fires past them. Her shot shows scattered stone and smoke... And Belos walks through it. He smirks at Kiki and asks, "Ah, I see you're still as impulsive as ever." Kiki fires again as Belos gets past Hunter who is seperating the others from Belos. They all see a stone pillar rise at the last second and explode. Amity sees Belos wink at her while hidden by the smoke and looks across the way. Emira winks back at her.

Belos waves a hand and from the Earth, an abomination of rock, dirt and plant begins to rise. He speaks again but we don't look at Belos, we see Emira with Barkus next to her down a potion, her eyes glow with oracle magic and she speaks through that, channeling Belos more purely than she could otherwise. Kikimora screams at him that he's dead and starts to pummel the abomination when a screech sounds from above. Viney drops a potion from Puddles and it crashes into Kikimora's cockpit. From it, tentacles comes out, trying to grab Kikimora but instead knocking her out of it. She falls. The ground zooms close. She shuts her single eye to brace for impact.

It doesn't come.

She opens her eye. She is met by three.

Boscha keeps her face close and her voice low as she says, "You tried to silence me. You tried to take the last thing a Banshee has to her. The thing that anyone who knew our team, knew my friends, would be familiar with. The only thing that'd confuse them is that it's not a nerd in my hand but a little snake. I for one welcome the change." Boscha's face is lit up and you can see fire dancing in her eyes as she says, "Now, like a Banshee, let me hear you SCREAM!"

And Kikimora's scream scatters the birds as a pillar of flame erupts. We don't see the body, to keep it ambiguous and for pacing. Instead, Viney shows up to give a bit of healing and tell them they can go, we've got this. Then everyone leaves and joins back up with Luz to be kidnapped by the Collector.

In this version, we get a real climax and an actual send off to Hexside. Besides Skara, who could be shown coordinating things for a moment, we get a send off of all the named characters we know. I didn't mention Matt but his construction magic is there. So is illusions. So is a lot of types of magic working together, you know, like the show says is better, to pull this off. True unity between more characters than we get in the FINALE. And then a final moment for Boscha to make it clear she's still her but she knows who deserves her rage now rather than using it simply to stay on top.

It is A resolution to the core plot of the episode. You know, that thing that never happened, instead we got the SECOND resolution of Luz's character arc and that was it. Even if people might have still called it filler, it would at least have served as not just a cameo for Hexside but a curtain call for it that also highlights the changes to the kids there that Luz introduced. It would have SOME sort of point besides being there for Willow/Huntlow fans and a very forced "I want to be understood" that only makes sense from a meta perspective and makes Luz look like an over demanding bitch in canon.

But we didn't get anything like that. Why? ...I don't fucking know. I use a lot of words to try to explain shit but I've got nothing for you. The best I can is that it's because the writers felt obligated to include Hexside but no one actually cared about it or its characters and I just don't know why you would write that way, not when you had so much else to wrap up.

But for wrapping up this blog: Boscha continues to be one of the most weirdly nuanced characters of all of TOH and I kind of have to assume at this point it was entirely on accident. If attention would have ruined her, I would rather they disrespect her and let her stand tall as the time the broken clock was right. See you next tale.

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This is your reminder that at chapter 28, Boscha hijacked my over 300k word behemoth, with over 100 chapters, and essentially became the main character of a story that was supposed to be Lumischa. I LOVE writing this bitch and have thought way too much about her.

I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead. If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

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agirlwithdemonblood · 6 months ago

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The Celebrity Next Door: Chapter 13-Discovering Home

Pairings: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Chapter Summary: Jensen brings Y/N home to Texas to show her something important, and reveal some truth, and maybe ask a very important question.

Warnings: Slight angst, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of cheating, but fluff.

Series Masterlist here!! & Main masterlist here!

Six months ago, if you had told me I'd be impuslively traveling to Texas with the love of my life, Jensen Ackles, to see something important to him, I would have thought you were crazy. Adding that Jensen is a adored celebrity, would have only made me scoff.

Yet, here we were, at the airport, buying tickets on Jensen's insistence to "show me something." It was unreal how quickly my life had changed. Anyone hearing our story might assume I was after his fame or fortune, or that I loved only his outside persona.

But Jensen and I knew better. We loved each other deeply. Deeper than we've ever loved before.

I also in no way wanted Jensen to pay for my ticket. I insisted and begged and lightly argued to pay, but Jensen, ever the gentleman, insisted on covering the cost since it was his idea.

We boarded the plane quickly, benefiting from his celebrity status, and soon found ourselves on our way.

To Austin, Texas.

After landing, we hit the ground running. Jensen handled the car rental while I grabbed us coffee, both of us eager to reach... well, wherever he was taking me.

Jensen seemed tense, his anxiety evident as we drove, leaving me wondering if he was nervous about what he wanted to show me, or perhaps dreading what he might experience.

His grip on the steering wheel was tight before my hand rested reassuringly on his. He managed a small smile as he lowered the radio. "I'm sorry, I'm probably acting weird."

Shaking my head, I offered him a supportive smile. "No, you just seem a little nervous. Is everything okay?"

He nodded, lifting my hand to his lips and kissing gently. "I will be."

It didn't take long for us to arrive. Pulling into the driveway, I was stunned by the most gorgeous, and biggest looking house I've ever seen. It was stunning-white and cream bricks, large windows, and a lawn so green it seemed unreal.

Stepping out of the car, Jensen followed suit, as my eyes took it all in. I turned towards him slowly, "Who's house is this?"

Jensen smiled nervously, taking my hand firmly. "It's mine. It's where Sarah and I used to live."

I nodded understandingly, pulling him in for a tight hug. "Is this why you were so nervous?"

He shrugged shyly, leading me towards the door and unlocking it with his keys. As we stepped inside, I was blown away once again. The interior was flooded with light, releasing warmth with its wooden walls, beams and floors-a Pinterest-worthy dream home brought to life. Seeing this side of Jensen felt like stepping into his mind.

I turned to face him with a grin, "Wow, this place is incredible."

He smiled gratefully. "Thank you. We put a lot of work into it. You should have seen it before-it had a real '90s vibe."

Giggling, I glanced around at the posters, photographs, and the unique decor. Then, noticing jensen still looked anxious, I realized I had gotten carried away with admiring the house. "I'm sorry, you brought me here to show me something, didn't you?"

He shook his head, smiling softly. "No, I'm glad you like it. It means you like me."

I nodded, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "I do. Is that why you brought me here?"

He hesitated, scratching his neck nervously. "Sort of. Yesterday we talked-or argued-about how there's nothing keeping me in LA. I wanted to show you why I stayed, and why I haven't wanted to come back."

I nodded and followed him as he led me around the house, his anxiety rising with each step. We paused in the kitchen, where he finally began to explain.

"This is where our problems started, and where our relationship began to dissolve. I came home from filming, and she picked a fight over nothing, just coming home later than I usually do. It escalated quickly-she criticized my career, said Supernatural's end marked the end of my success. It was out of nowhere. We were fine one moment, and the next she was cold and unforgiving."

I listened quietly, knowing words wouldn't heal the wounds he carried. We moved to a glass room in the back, similar to a green room, where Jensen visibly winced at the memories flooding back.

"This is where one of our worst fights took place. After dropping the kids off for a sleepover, I returned to find her here, cleaning. I offered to help, and she accused me of slacking off at home. It escalated into a huge fight.."

He stopped suddenly and I could see himself zoning out, haunted by the memories. Stepping closer, I placed a comforting hand on his arm, apologizing when he flinched.

He manages a sad smile, leading me to sit with him on the couch. "Sorry. Anyways, things got out of hand and she lost her mind on me. She attacked me verbally, hitting below the belt about my parenting, my career, my age, and just beating me down. She kept pushing me and I said some unkind things back, you know how I get when I'm defensive-but I shouldn't have, and she ended up losing it, and threw a bottle at me in anger, hitting me right in the head. I ended up in the hospital with stitches, but the thing that hurt the most was the mental guilt she put me through, she blamed me for pushing her to that point and i believed it. I refused to tell anybody because I was ashamed that I did that, I drove her that crazy."

My heart ached for him, tears welling up at the pain he had suffered. His demeanour, so closed off and bitter, finally made sense. His hand tightened around mine as he stood, frowning at me.

"I know this is heavy," he apologies. "I have one last place to show you."

He led me down the hallway to a small black door at the end. Pushing it open, he gestured for me to go first. It was unmistakably his bedroom, but what struck me was its beauty, a gasp of amazement almost escaped me.

"This is where it all fell apart. She texted me earlier in the day, and ended things. Said she wanted a divorce, and asked me to stay somewhere else. I decided to come home and talk to her about it, because I didn't understand how we got to that point and how she could tell me this over text.. but when i came home I found her... with one of my good friends."

My head spun as I turned to him, shock evident on my face. He nodded understandingly and shrugged, "I blamed myself for our problems for so long. When she asked for the divorce, I knew it was because of me. But seeing her here with him, I realized it wasn't me. I packed up my bags and I left. The reason she's in LA now is because of the kids, we both spoke about trying to get auditions here, maybe move here, not just me. But she made it seem like she made his huge sacrifice."

I bit my lip hard, tears threatening to spill out any moment. He turned to me, brushing hair from my face with concern.

"Shit, Honey are you okay?"

I nodded, tears already falling, quickly hiding my face in my hands. "Yeah.. I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize," he murmured, wiping away my tears, "Tell me why you're crying, was that too much? I know it was a lot..."

I shook my head frantically, reaching my hand to his. "Oh god no, Jensen you did nothing wrong and I'm so thankful you told me. I'm just... sad for what you went through." I managed between sobs. "I'm angry and sad and..."

He held me tightly, resting his chin on my forehead until the tears diminished. After a while of silence, he cleared his throat, speaking again. "I don't want you to feel sorry for me and I really don't want you to cry over what I've been through. I'm okay, more than okay now. I brought you here only to show you that I stayed in LA because I wasn't ready to come back."

I finally understood the pain he was trying to avoid, unable to face his past here. His coldness and bitterness was justified.

"There's another reason I brought you here." he admitted shyly.

I smiled, encouraging him to continue. He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for whatever he wanted to say.

"You were right when you said I should be here. It's not fair for my kids to live in two different places, and I would be able to spend more time with them if i moved back here, and I don't want to put you in a position or pressure you or anything..."

I chuckled softly, placing my hand over his heart to calm him. "Take a breath. Whatever you want to say, just say it."

He nodded, taking a deep breath. "I want to move back here, with you. I know you're worried about me moving for the wrong reasons, but if you want to stay in LA, I'll stay with you. I'll make it work with my kids. I just want to be with you."

His words left me stunned. He paused, color draining from his face. "If you want to move somewhere else, not into this house, I'll understand. I just want you with me, and I..."

I cut him off gently, placing a hand over his mouth with a giggle to quiet his nerves. After a moment he smiled back at me and took a breathe, and I spoke. "We will move here. Together."

I released my hand, and he stared at me in disbelief, blinking rapidly. "Really?"

I nodded firmly. "Yes. I lvoe you, and I love your kids. I can't imagine being without you. And if your comfortable with living here, I'd love to share this beautiful house with you, it's filled with your personality."

He nodded slowly, pushing his head down. I lifted his chin with my finger and saw tears in my eyes. "Jensen, don't cry. What's wrong?"

He shook his head, chuckling softly. "I thought I might lose you. I didn't expect you to agree."

"I'll follow you anywhere, Jensen." I assured him. "But before we finalize our plans, there's one thing I'd like to ask."

He nodded eagerly, urging me to continue.

"I want to go home to New York to visit my parents, share the news with them, and I'd like to bring you and the kids, if Sarah agrees. I also need time to sell the townhouse and find a new job, or see about a transfer."

He squeezed my hand tightly, "Don't worry. We'll do whatever you need. I'll talk to Sarah, and if you can't do a transfer you can take a break from work if you'd like. There are also plenty of opportunities if you decide to change career paths."

My heart raced with excitement as I looked around the room-now ours. It was a big step, but I was ready to take it if it meant a future with him, forever.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Chapter 14 coming soon stay tuned!

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angie-words · 19 days ago

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2024 fic roundup

Thanks so much to @cheeseplants for tagging me in this Ask game!

The idea is you can answer these questions yourself, as many or as few as you want 💜

What fandoms do you write in?

Good Omens, baybeee 👈😎👈 I don't think another piece of media has ever quite so completely owned my ass. Well, maybe Sherlock Holmes (not the BBC one, sorry), or Due South (look, the tale of a misfit, repressed Mountie masking all the time? A neurodivergent hero), but I haven't written anything for them in yeeeaaars

How many words have you published in 2024?

141, 427, about half of that on Write A Way (Explicit) alone. Wow that's... huh. That's a lot...

What is your greatest achievement this year?

It's a tie between creating my first ever multi-chapter piece of work and joining @whickberstreetwriters 🥳 I'm extremely proud of Write A Way - I've had so many comments from people talking about how seen they've felt as neurodivergent people, not just in the common struggles but in our joys as well. It truly makes my heart full. Being invited to join WSWA contributed massively to me being able to feel confident in my writing again. Honestly, without their support, beta reading and friendship I do not think Write A Way would exist.

Top 3 fics you've written this year?

Have I mentioned Write A Way (Explicit)? A tale of two sparring authors, both successful in their own right, both neurodivergent... and both secretly fans of a certain show?

Then there's How to Play (Mature), where I really wanted to experiment with ramping up the sexual tension inherent to their 1941 shenanigans

Finding a Rhythm (Explicit) is one of my most recent fics and I thoroughly enjoyed writing Aziraphale's incredibly obvious seduction attempts while Crowley is incredibly oblivious.

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

I don't think I truly had one, but there were a couple of snags. I guess for me it was realising a chapter in Write A Way just wasn't working and feeling a bit downcast. Work was stressful and the thing that was meant to bring me joy was causing me a headache. I wanted to have Azira and Crowley smooch in a way that felt natural, but it was really fighting me; it was only through the help of my beta readers that I was able to persevere and make those two twits snog

What have you learned?

Listen to your beta readers but also ask questions - I made way too many assumptions early on when I was getting used to having my work beta read. I've also learned that I can write long-form fics! I genuinely didn't think I had that in me

What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground?

Do not look at the 5000+ word unfinished draft in my folder... It's been going around my head for a while, this idea of Dr Aziraphale going to a conference with his university colleague Dr Crowley and sexy shenanigans happening. Mostly involving thin walls and vibrator wands.

Did you beta any fics?

So many, you have no idea! I've done some for the GOAD Writers Guild, but the WSWA fics have been my core source. One of the things I love most about being in the Whickber Street Writers Association server is that we're a micro-community of writers and I get to beta some absolutely stunning fic. It's inspiring

What 3 fics have you read this year that you love?

Just 3? Gaaaah OK

I recently read The Apple Doesn't Fall Far (Explicit) by @cheeseplants - it was so sweet and lovely and it felt so grounded. I'm a sucker for fics that focus on two people not exactly fixing one another, but who just by being close inspire each other to be better

Show the Way (Mature) by @the-literal-kj is an incredible fic where Aziraphale and Crowley go to war during a community theatre staging of Hadestown. KJ really draws out some amazing, tender characterisation and I really enjoyed the bickering and progression as the enemies turn to friends then lovers

Last but certainly not least: A Wank in the Park by @rofell a story where Ezra and Anthony, both in their very early 20s, meet while working on a production of Shakespeare in the Park, forming a very believable and ridiculous friendship with benefits. I had the great joy of beta reading this and watching with mounting amusement as these absolute "turbo virgins" go into denial about the fact that their sexual experiments together are anything more than that

What ideas are percolating for next year?

See my Drs Aziraphale & Crowley mention 😅

Who do you want to thank?

Everyone at the GOAD sub for their wonderful support (and putting up with my meme posts). However, a very special thanks to everyone on the WSWA server - I truly could not have written half as much half as well without their help and inspiration

Feel free to take part, choose and ignore questions as you'd like, and here's to our world 🥂

#good omens #good omens fandom #good omens fanfic rec

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canirove · 3 months ago

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Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 33

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“This way, Ollie! Over here!”

“Give us a smile, c'mon!”

“Ollie! Oliver!”

“Got him!” Connor says.

“Thank God” I sigh. “My face was starting to hurt from keeping my smile for so long.”

“It is a beautiful smile, tho” Declan smirks.

“Oh, shut up” I giggle.

“Ok, now is our turn. Boys!” Connor says, calling for his sons. The Rices have this tradition where everyone takes a photo in front of the tree on Christmas Eve and then do one with the whole family together. Grandparents, parents, children... Pets too in the past. And this year we've gathered everyone at our house to celebrate together, Declan buying the biggest tree I have ever seen so the photos would look amazing. He even hired someone to decorate the house for us since we didn't have the time to do it. Wait, our house... It feels so weird to say that! But now that we officially are a couple and living as such, I guess it is the proper way to say it. “Dec, can you take the photo for us, please?”

“Sure. Go with mummy, Ollie” he says, kissing his head before passing him to me while I just smile like an idiot and feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I love seeing them together and when Declan is all cute with him. It is the most wonderful thing ever and something I don't think I will ever get tired of it.

“He is getting so big” his mum says next to me.

“He is, yes” I reply, looking at Ollie while he is focused on what his cousins are doing, Connor trying to make them stay still for the photo. “I just hope he is a bit more chill than them as he grows up” I chuckle.

“I'm afraid you aren't going to be that lucky, Liv. Physically he may be all you except for the eyes, but on everything else he is a Rice. Good and bad.”

“Great” I sigh before we both start laughing.

“Go it! And no weird faces or eyes closed” Declan says after his nephews manage to stay still for a few seconds.

“Can we go eat now? I'm famished” one of the kids says.

“We still are waiting for someone” his grandmother tells him.

“Who?” he asks with a confused look.

“Aunty Liv's… Oh. That must be them” she smiles when someone rings the doorbell. “I'll go.”

My parents. We have invited my parents to dinner, hoping that the Christmas spirit and all the videos and photos of Oliver that my mum has shown my dad will make him finally get to meet him in person and maybe start to fix things between us. Because no, he hasn't met him yet. So knowing how stubborn and proud he is, it may be just my mum the one showing up today.

“Good evening, everyone. Merry Christmas” my mum says, joining us in the living room. “And hello you gorgeous boy!” she smiles, stretching her arms towards Ollie, who almost jumps from mine to get to her. “How are you, my boy?”

“Merry Christmas to you too, mum” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Don't be jealous, Olivia” she chuckles, giving me a quick hug before her attention is back to her grandson.

“Liv, look who has joined us” Declan's mum says behind us.

“Who… dad” I gasp when I turn around.

“Hello” he says, looking anywhere but at me. “Merry Christmas.”

“Dad, you came. I… I…” I am speechless. He is here. At our house. With Declan's family. He… Wow.

“Merry Christmas, sir. Thank you very much for coming” Declan says, walking towards him and offering him his hand.

“Rice” he says as he shakes it. Oh… my God. Is this really happening? “Nice house.”

“Thank you, sir. Let me introduce you to my family.”

“Of course” my dad replies.

“Close your mouth, Olivia” my mum chuckles.

“I'm sorry, I just… I can't believe he's here. And meeting Declan's family!” I say while he shakes hands with everyone, even making some jokes with the kids.

“It's a Christmas miracle” she winks.

“And last but not least, the newest member of our family. Oliver” Declan says, walking back to where my mum, Ollie and I are. “Though if we are being accurate, Liv is the newest member since we started properly dating after he was born.”

“Yes, that's what I've heard” my dad says. “He looks a lot like you, darling.”

Darling. I can't remember the last time he called me that, and I had missed it so much…

“He does, yes” I manage to say.

“Though those blue eyes… Those must be the Rice Irish blood.”

“It's a strong one” Declan chuckles. “Liv, why don't you take your dad to my game's room and show him my shirts collection while we finish getting everything ready? I think there are a few he would like to see.”

“I…”

“I think that's a great idea” my mum says. “Go, I'll keep an eye on Ollie.”

“I… Ummm… Dad?”

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” he shrugs.

“Ok… This way” I say.

But before he follows me, I see him looking at Ollie and smiling at him. He has smiled at Ollie. What?

“Oh, wow” my dad says when we walk into Declan's games room.

“Yep. And these are just a few. Over there he has boxes with more.”

“Impressive” he says as he walks around, inspecting the shirts hanging from the walls. “He has good taste. Kane, Sonny, Madders… Though I guess he got them when he was still playing for West Ham.”

“Madders’ is from last season.”

“Yeah, well. You know James” he says, still moving around the room, humming to himself. “He totally is a mini you, Liv” he says after stopping in front of a photo of me and Declan with Ollie.

“And I've always been told I am a mini you, so…” I shrug.

“Let's hope he gets your hairline and not mine” he chuckles.

“Or Declan's. They all seem to have good hair.”

“Yeah… I'm sorry, darling.”

“Uh?” Did he… did he just say what I think he's said?

“I'm sorry” he repeats. “I… I was such a jerk.”

“You… Dad, I…”

“I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, darling. That was so… Out of line. You don't know how much I hate myself for it, for what I said and did to you” he says, walking towards me. “I should have never yelled at you and kicked you out of the house because of something as stupid as a football rivalry.”

“You shouldn't have, no.”

“And I am so sorry… But you had scared the hell out of us with the accident, Olivia. And I was a bit mad at you because things between you and Alex were really bad and I couldn't understand what could have happened and why you were behaving like that when you had always been so close and were about to have a child together. So when I saw him there, standing next to you, I… I… I exploded. All those worries and fears got mixed with the feelings I have for the gooners, and that turned into anger, making you both pay for it. Especially you, darling. And I am sorry. I truly, truly am.”

“It's ok, dad.”

“I'm sorry I haven't been there during those final weeks of your pregnancy, when Oliver was born and after. I'm sorry I've missed so many things, so many moments with you and my first grandson. But your mum has told me that the Rices have been taking good care of both of you. That Declan has stepped up and has been there for you, being the best partner and father you could ask for.”

“He has” I nod.

“He is a good lad, you know I've always said it. And everyone I know who has gotten to meet him, had a chat or worked with him, says the same. He may play for that team, but…”

“But that doesn't make him a bad person.”

“It doesn't, no. And you love him, don't you?”

“Very much, dad. Each day I fall in love with him a bit more” I say, trying not to cry.

“And he loves you too, darling. Very much. I saw it that day at the hospital.”

“Then why did you…”

“I already told you. I was scared for you and I let something as stupid as football rivalries cloud my judgment. But that won't happen again. I promise you” my dad says, closing the space that was left between us and taking my hands on his. “You love Declan, he loves you, and you have the most beautiful son together. They are your family.”

“They are” I sob.

“And because they are your family, they also are mine now, and I will love them as such. Both of them.”

“Will you?”

“I promise you, darling. Declan and I may fight a bit when it comes to football and choosing which team Oliver will support, but I will love him as my own son. I swear I will.”

“Thank you, dad.”

“Ok, come here” he says, letting go of my hands and hugging me. “I love you, my darling.”

“I love you too, dad” I reply, hugging him back as tight as I can.

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“Have I told you today that I love you?” Declan says, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“You did this morning when Ollie woke us up and I let you sleep a bit more” I say, hugging him back.

“Oh, yes. That extra hour felt so good…”

“You owe now, tho.”

“I won't forget about it, I promise” he smiles. “And after that? Did I tell you I love you again?”

“A few times while we were making the most out of Ollie's nap and being alone in the house.”

“We did make the most out of that nap, didn't we?” he smirks. “Because we must keep practicing. What if we want to give him a little brother or sister and we've forgotten how it is done?”

“Sure” I laugh.

“And after that very well spent time, did I say it again?”

“You did. I was a bundle of nerves before your family arrived, and you helped me relax, telling me that everything was going to be ok and that you loved me.”

“And I didn't lie, did I?”

“You didn't, no” I smile.

“Was that the last time?” Declan asks.

“I think so, yes.”

“Then it is time I say it again. I love you, Liv.”

“I love you too” I say before leaning forward and kissing him. Though half way through that kiss, my dad's very loud laugh startles us both.

After our reconciliation and joining everyone else again, he had been all smiles, talking with Declan's family, making jokes and telling anecdotes, and basically being the man I knew and loved. He had also offered to help us put Ollie to bed, giving him his night bottle, putting on his pyjamas, and even reading him a bedtime story like he used to do with me as a kid, all while I took photos and videos of everything and tried not to cry. If there was something I had dreamt about many times since the moment I found out I was pregnant, it was to see him being a grandfather. And tonight, I had finally witnessed it.

“Who do you think is having more fun, him or the boys?” Declan chuckles.

While most of the adults were having a drink and chatting, he had sat down with Declan's nephews and started to teach them a cards game Alex and I used to play all the time as kids. Alex…

This was going to be the first Christmas our families weren't going to spend together. After everything that had happened between us, it was too awkward, and I hadn't seen any of them since moving in with Declan, though his mother had called me a few times and sent a couple of gifts for Ollie. Also, according to what Olga had told me before the holidays, he was thinking about leaving his job at Tottenham’s and try something different, which probably was the best for everyone.

“Honestly…” I say after my dad laughs again. “Him. I still can't believe this is real, that our families are together as one. It's a Christmas miracle.”

“Yeah, well…”

“Yeah well what, Declan?” I ask him, arching an eyebrow.

“I may have had something to do with that” he shrugs.

“You what?” I say, raising my voice.

“Everything alright, darling?” my dad asks.

“Yes, don't worry. Just that Declan forgot to close our room’s window and now it may be freezing cold. We should go close it, don't you think?”

“I…”

“Come, let's go” I say, letting go of him and grabbing his hand before dragging him upstairs.

“Was this necessary?” Declan says once we are in our room.

“Yes, it was. Now speak. I want all the details.”

“Fine” he sighs.

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Declan's pov

❃ Flashback to a couple weeks ago

“Louis? Louis, you have a visit” Liv's mum says.

“I wasn't expecting anyone. Who is it?” he says, his eyes fixed on the tv.

“Hello, sir.”

“Rice?” he says, turning around so fast to look at me that I fear he may have hurt his neck. “What the hell are you doing here? Why did you let him in?”

“Because he wants to speak with you” Liv's mum says.

“Well, I don't want to speak with him. So he can go, he probably has better things to do.”

“I do not, sir. Speaking with you is the most important thing right now.”

“Sure” he sorts.

“Louis, listen to him. Please.”

“I said no, Rose.”

“It'll be just five minutes, sir” I insist. “After that I won't bother you anymore.”

“I want you to not bother me now.”

“Louis!” Liv's mum says. “Listen to him, please. Do it for me as an early Christmas gift. Please.”

“Fine” he sighs after a few seconds in silence that feel like an eternity. “Sit there, Rice” he says, nodding towards the sofa next to his.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Declan, would you like something to drink? Maybe a cup of tea?” Liv's mum offers me.

“There is no need, ma'am. Thank you” I smile.

“Ok. I'll be in the kitchen in case you need me. And Louis…”

“Yes?” he says, back to focusing on the tv.

“Be nice and listen to him.”

“Yeah, yeah” he says, moving his hand in the air. “You came here to speak, didn't you, Rice? Then speak.”

“Yes, sorry, umm…”

“The five minutes have started counting, boy.”

“Ok” I say, taking a deep breath. “As you probably already know, Liv and I are officially dating.”

“That's what I've heard” her dad says.

“I love her, sir. I love her very much. We love each other very much. And we are really happy together with the little family we've started. Or that's what Liv says. She acts as if everything is fine, but I know it isn't. Because there is something missing, and that something is you, sir.”

“What?” he chuckles.

“She misses you. She misses you so much. She doesn't say it, she's trying to be strong… But I know she does. I can see it when we are with my family and she sees me with my dad and my brothers. When your wife comes to visit us. She misses you, her dad. And do you know when she misses you the most?”

“Enlighten me” he says, finally looking at me.

“When we are with Ollie. When he does a cute thing, she takes a photo or a video, and she finds herself about to send it to you. When she does things with him that you used to do with her when she was a baby, like reading her a book before bed, or that game about a caterpillar where you would tickle her and she would laugh like crazy. Ollie loves it too” I smile. “And she especially missed you when Madders came over and gave him his first Tottenham shirt, his name and the day he was born on its back just like you always do when you get her a new one. Because you should have been the one getting Ollie that shirt, sir. Not Madders. You” I say, my eyes fixed on his. “He is your first grandson, and you are missing key and unique moments in his life that won't happen again while also hurting your only daughter, all because of a stupid football rivalry.”

“It isn't stupid.”

“Isn't it?” I laugh. “It is just football, sir. And this comes from someone who loves it and lives for it. Someone who breathes football.”

“She also lied to us in case you've forgotten.”

“I haven't, no. But would you have kicked her out of your house at eight months pregnant if instead of me, she had lied about one of the Tottenham boys being the father? That's what I thought.”

“What? I haven't said anything, Rice.”

“Your face has said it all, sir. And I…” I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “Do you know why we chose Oliver?”

“Uh?”

“Oliver. Do you know why we chose to name him like that?”

“No.”

“I came up with it after one of the false alarms where we thought Liv was in labour. I started to think about how our son was going to come to the world without a name because we couldn't agree on one since your daughter is a bit picky” I chuckle. “For example, she doesn't like it when people name their kids after someone in the family who still is alive, when a father names his son after him. And then I thought… what about a mother naming her son after her?”

“What?” Liv's dad asks with a confused look.

“Oliver… Olivia… I think it's perfect. And once he's old enough to understand it, I'm sure he'll be the proudest son knowing that he was named after the most extraordinary woman I've ever met. And I'm sure that you, as her father, would agree on that with me. On how amazing and special Liv is.”

“Yes” he says, uncomfortably moving in his seat.

“A woman like her only deserves good things happening to her. She deserves to be happy, to be loved. And I'm doing my very best to make sure she gets all that. God knows I am. But I… I can't properly do it if you don't help me, sir. I… I'm sorry. You probably are thinking that what a joke of a man your daughter has chosen if he can't make her happy” I say with a sad laugh.

“No.”

“What?”

“You aren't a joke of a man, Rice. One has to be very brave to do what you are doing, to come here and open yourself like that. It isn't easy. And the fact that you've done it, means that you truly care about my Liv. That you truly love her.”

“I…”

“I'll think about it. About talking with her.”

“Will you?”

“Yes” he nods.

“Thank you, sir. Thank you very much.”

“Yes, ummm… Your five minutes are over” he says, getting up from his seat.

“Oh” I reply, also standing up.

“Goodbye, Rice” Liv's dad says, offering me his hand.

“Sir” I say, shaking it back.

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“You… went… to talk with my dad?”

“Yeah” Declan shrugs.

“And you… you told him…”

“The truth” he says, putting a lock of hair behind my ear and caressing my cheek.

“I don't know what to say. I…”

“You don't have to say anything, Liv.”

“But, Declan, you… You went to talk to him knowing that he isn't your biggest fan. And you did it for me. For Ollie.”

“I would do anything for you. For both of you. You are my world, Liv.”

“Declan, I… urgh” I say before wrapping my arms around his waist, trying really hard not to cry. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Liv” he says, kissing my head and hugging me back, neither of us saying a word for a while. “We should probably go back downstairs. They may be missing us.”

“Nah.”

“What?” Declan laughs. “We are the hosts, Liv.”

“And?” I say, looking up at him.

“We can't leave our guests unattended.”

“Not even if we do it because I suddenly start feeling unwell and you have to stay in bed with me cuddling me?” I say with an innocent smile.

“Olivia Chapman, what are you implying?” he says, arching an eyebrow and trying to not smile.

“Nothing. Just that… maybe… you should go downstairs and tell them that my tummy hurts and I need you taking care of it.”

“Your tummy, uh? I think you mean somewhere a bit lower” he smirks.

“Ok, fine. Maybe I need you a bit lower. But it's Christmas.”

“And?”

“It's the time of love and giving.”

“And will you be giving me something in return?”

“Declan!” I say when he pinches my butt cheeks.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Am I getting something in return for helping you with your tummy or not?” he smirks.

“You actually are the one who owes me for letting you sleep a bit more this morning, remember?”

“That's… true. Ok. Fine” he sighs. “But I hope your mum... or mine, doesn't come upstairs to check on you and catches us… cuddling.”

“You are a clever boy. I'm sure you will find the perfect excuse” I smirk.

“We'll see” he says, letting go of me.

“Declan, wait” I say, catching his hand as he starts walking away. “There is something else I have to say.”

“Something else?”

“Yes” I nod. “Something very important.”

“Ok…”

“I love you” I smile.

“I love you too, Liv” he smiles back before kissing my hand and making me giggle like an idiot.

“Don't take too long, ok? My tummy really hurts.”

“I won't, don't worry” Declan winks, making me giggle once again, a stupid smile on my face as he leaves our room, my heart feeling like it could burst out of happiness and love. Love for my parents, his family, that little human being sleeping next door… and him. Especially for him.

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storiesbyjes2g · 11 months ago

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3.74 San Sequoia dreaming

Dub was such a blast to hang out with, and I really wished we could have spent more time together, swapping stories and figuring out our lives. But eventually, he had to leave and meet Maia to catch their train. It made me really happy when he said he wanted to stay in touch. I was planning to ask him, but he beat me to it, and I was stoked to finally have a new friend. When I got home, Sophia asked where I'd come from all suited up, and I told her about meeting Dub. Needless, she was thrilled to hear about my new friend. That night, as I lay beside her, the memories of the afternoon replayed in my mind, from the tour to our conversations. At that moment, I recognized what I need to do. Or rather, how I needed to do it. I hyped up San Sequoia so much, but I never actually showed it to her. How could I expect her to be on board with going to a place she had never seen? For all she knew, it could be just another sleepy little town, like Oasis Springs. We were partners, and I knew she would pack up and leave when I was ready, but I wanted her to be excited about it. I needed her enthusiasm because, without it, she could resent me later. So, the next morning, as she began to stir, I asked if she had any plans.

"I was gonna ask if you did," she said between a big yawn.

I smiled, happy to receive a green light, and moved some stray hairs away from her face.

"I do. I want to show you San Sequoia."

"Okay!"

She got up immediately and hopped into the shower. After we ate breakfast, we gathered the dogs and headed out to the Celebration Center. I was determined to be a better tour guide this time around.

"San Sequoia is a great place for families," I began. "And this neighborhood is the hub. It's called Gilbert Gardens, and I love it here."

She glanced around, taking it all in.

"It's pretty here."

"This place is like a community hangout spot. They've got something to build just about any skill you can name for all ages."

"Wow! That's so important. Is this an affluent area? You usually only see learning centers in nicer areas."

"From what I've learned, San Sequoia is a very diverse city, economically and socially. I personally have experienced the latter."

She nodded, satisfied with my answers, but the lake stole her attention.

"I just want to jump in there. I haven't been swimming in so long. My body is calling for it!"

"Swimming is allowed! And the weather is warm most of the year, so you could come here literally anytime you want."

I saw a sparkle in her eyes and knew that was the moment she saw herself in San Sequoia. My tour was successful, and she hadn't seen the best parts yet, so I kept going.

"That's the spa I told you about over there. They've got everything and-"

"Oh look at this," she shouted in the middle of my sentence. "This is the cutest, biggest splash park I've ever seen! We've gotta bring our kids here!"

That last part made me feel all warm inside, but I didn't want to give myself away yet, so I demoted my smile to a slight smirk.

"We will."

We walked around the lake, and I told her about the track. And of course I took her to the Arboretum and told her of the trail. I could tell she was eager for more, but we had another place to go. Next, we headed to what I hoped would become our new neighborhood. We strolled leisurely through the streets, hand in hand, looking at houses, making sure our dogs didn't wander too far. The back of the neighborhood, where the Michaels' lived, ended at the water. The closer we got, the faint smell of salt in the air got stronger. Like many cities, San Sequoia had its signature architecture, and many of the houses looked the same. But each one had its own unique characteristic, whether it was a garden or a cozy porch or even tacky stuff in the yard. All the homes comprised the tight-knit community I longed to be part of again.

"This is Hopewell Hills, my old neighborhood."

"That's a nice name. I see why you love it here so much. It's so quiet!"

I grinned in pride for San Sequoia never disappointed. As we rounded the corner, the salty tang of the ocean permeated the air, and my heart began to race because it was almost showtime. I wasn't nervous at all, but my excitement ate me up inside. With our destination just steps away, I created a diversion to set up my production. I slowed my pace and walked toward the marina, which had the most magnificent, unobstructed view of the bridge.

"This is my favorite spot in the neighborhood," I said.

The bridge stood there, tall and majestic, proclaiming to all who gazed upon it, "THIS is San Sequoia!"

"Woooow! It looks so close, like you could swim to it," she said.

"You can't get any closer without being in Anchorpoint Wharf."

I casually turned around to face the house we'd been standing in front of.

"I love this house, too. I ran by here every day, imagining what it would be like to live there and watch the sky change colors at sunset on the porch."

"That sounds amazing. And this house is beautiful, Luca. Is it empty?"

"Sure is."

She left me to walk around and peek in the windows. I watched her for a little while, hoping she saw something she liked.

"I want to buy this house," I confessed finally.

She ceased her exploration and came back to me with a look of concern.

"It's so big! Can we afford it?"

I guess after living in a tiny house for as long as she did, most houses seemed large to her. To me, it was the perfect size, with no wasted rooms or cramped spaces.

"Probably not," I replied. "But we can figure it out....make a plan."

Worry still radiated off her face, but that's just how she rolled.

"But...can your SimTube money really handle this?"

I grabbed her hands.

"It might take some time, but I think we can do it. Whatever it takes, I'll figure it out. One day, it'll be me and you sitting on the porch watching the sunset. I'll build get my dad to build that treehouse for our kids. Rosie will run around this neighborhood and Kooper will chill on the porch watching her."

She laughed, but her eyes began to water.

"Ha ha! I think that's what they're doing now. Gosh, Luca! You're an excellent salesman! I want all of that right now!"

"I do too. That's really why I brought you here today. I love you, Sophia. I've loved you for a really long time, whether or not I knew it. You're the only woman who could get me to this point. And you're the only woman I'd want any of that with. We've been tiptoeing around marriage and starting a family. It's something you've been wanting and waiting for. And I just want you to know...I want it too. All of it. And I'm ready and want to give it to you. Sophia, will you marry me?"

"OH MY WATCHER! OH MY WATCHER!!!"

I wished I could snapshot that moment. She was so adorably shocked. It amazed me that she didn't catch on, but I was delighted to see her sincerely surprised.

"YES!!!! Of course I will!! Oh, Lucaaaa!!"

The ring dazzled her immediately after she took it and put it on. I was so happy she liked it because I knew nothing about jewelry and didn't ask for help. But as soon as I laid eyes on it, I knew it was the perfect one.

"Awwwww it's a heart-shaped diamond! It's so beautiful!"

"We're getting married, Luca!!"

"I can't wait."

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #luca winston murillo #sophia aguilar #rosie #kooper

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deanoheartspie · 1 year ago

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Sunshine 4

Pairing: Cowboy Sheriff Dean x City Gal Reader

Summary: After your family cut you off, your great-aunt Laura invited you over to her ranch you often visited when you were just a child... You drive through the beautiful town until you accidentally graze a horse that just so happens to be the sheriffs...

Warnings: None

A/N: Let me know what you think and what your theories are!

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DEAN'S POV

**BEEP** **BEEP** **BEEEEP**

Groaning I pull the extra pillow over my head as I bury my head in it. My head was pounding, the bright sun shining through the windows making it worse.

“Rise and shineee~” A voice sang out, awfully chirppy this morning. “Y/n. Go away” I grumbled gently pushing the woman who was now climbing up onto the bed shaking me awake.

She giggles. She fuckin giggles. Which if it were any other circumstance I probably would've cracked out a smile. “Y/n I swear to god-” I turn to lay on my back, and rub my eyes seeing her dressed in a nice pair of overalls with her y/h/c perfectly braided.

“Pay backs a bitch isn't it” She grins before walking off, her hips swaying side to side it was a nice view I had to admit. I shake my head getting my head out of the gutter before turning to my side seeing headache medicine and water on my nightstand.

Well thank you y/n...

I take the meds and down the water, checking my watch I already see im late on my routine which never really happens unless it's a bad night. Tossing some old jeans and a t-shirt with my boots and brown cowboy hat, I head downstairs seeing the lights on throughout the house.

“Wow son you look like shit” Clayton says from his arm chair, a news paper in hand.

“Clayton!” Laura shouted smacking the back of her husbands head. I tiredly chuckle “I feel like shit” I rub my temple, pouring some coffee into a mug.

The older man glances over and sets his newspaper down on the coffee table, “Go easy on Y/n please. She might not be good at this but it's because she's never had to do it before.” sure. I know I can be mean at times, but im not an asshole.

“Yes sir, I'll show her what she needs to know” Finshing up my coffee, I look over at her and gesture to the door walking out her following behind as I walk off to the stables.

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“Horses need to eat first, so you'll give them their grains and hay. Then some of these extra carrots.” I spoke as I pull out the bin of food and basket of carrots. Carefully watching over her, not wanting the woman to get her hand bit off.

Lilah the horse who she previously grazed, was giving the woman the biggest side eye i'd ever seen. I whistle at the tall horse, tilting my head “Be nice.” I warn when I notice Y/n stopped and watched me.

“Who would've thought big ole grumpy deano would protect me from a horse” She grins placing her hands on her hips, I roll my eyes “Well if you want your hand to get bit off, be my guest”

A messy long slow, morning goes by Y/n already covered in mud from the countless times she'd fallen and I've got to say it was much nicer to have someone to work with then do it all myself.

“You did pretty good for your first day” I compliment as we sit on one of the hay bales looking over the fields. She nods but stays quiet. I couldn't tell if it was the sun in her eye but her eyes were glossy.

I felt my heart drop, straight worry fills me as I face her seeing a tear stream down her face. Had I said something wrong? What had happened she had just been laughing not even a few minutes ago, hell she even wanted to race out to the field.

“Y/n... What's wrong?” I softly asked, gently wiping her eyes.

She shook her head and faked a smile, “Oh nothing, it's just quite beautiful out here can't help but make a woman cry” I hesitantly nod my head, still unsure but it wasn't my job to take care of her nor care too. Still I found myself worrying, not wanting to push it I leave it and get off the haybale after receiving a call.

“What? Again? I swear to god what is wrong with that man” I grumble, after hearing that Mr Andrews a 60 year old man who kept letting his unfriendly pitbull roam the town without it's owner.

I've always preferred dogs over cats, but after this pickles the dog might ruin it for me.

Sighing I hang out up, glancing at her offering my hand which thankfully you accepted, “Let's get you back...”

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Four fucking hours. Four fucking hours it took to chase down Mr pickles.

Which only put me in a deeper hole then I already was in, making me rush over to Lisa's seeing her glare. Thank the lords, Aurora jumped into my arms after noticing me.

“Hey pretty girl how are you?” I ask softly pushing her light brown hair behind her ears, The small girl was quick to ramble talking about preschool, her friends, the yucky lunch she had, pretty much anything a toddler can tell you. I send her to grab her bag leaving me with the darker haired woman, who was occupying herself by cleaning the kitchen.

“Why are you late this time?” She asked not bothering to spare me a glance, while she wiped down the counters.

“Work. I had to chase Mr pickles today” I mutter out, itching the back of my head praying that Aurora would hurry.

“Sure you did. You sure it wasn't a particular woman keeping you busy?”

Who was she talking about? I sure as hell didn't come from the bar with a woman but if I did it wouldn't have been her business. So that leaves y/n.

“Y/n? The girl at the ranch?”

Lisa's silence told me everything I needed to know and I shook my head letting out a huff. She has been on my ass for the past year, about all of this. I can't hang out with who I want to hang out with because she didn't like it, it got exhausting after awhile. Especially when we weren't even together anymore.

Aurora skipped down the stairs with her unicorn backpack, and her arms full with stuffed animals. “is Ben not coming?” I ask with a head tilt as I scoop up the 4-year-old.

“No he's staying at a friends house” Nodding I let the mother and daughter say goodbye before leaving as we head our way to the ranch.

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“Clay Clay!!” The little girl screached out hugging the older man.

“Ah I see what it is now” I act offended that I didn't get a greeting like that.

What I didn't notice was Y/n walking down the stairs until she came into my eye sight, she looked happier then before so it felt glad and relieved.

“Who's this little one?” She asks smiling down at Aurora.

“My daughter.”

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rascalentertainments · 6 months ago

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I actually haven’t used the Ask box so I hope I’m using it right 😭 but I have some questions about your rewrite…

What was Flazino’s Wish like? Something about the hamlet or was it personal?

Will Star have some kind of panic attack or maybe something similar when he witnessed a wish getting eaten?

I’ve seen that the wishes are somewhat sentient, so what were their reactions when wishes get eaten?

Will Asha have a magical dress transformation? If so, COULD I HELP DESIGN IT?!

How long has Magnifico had the evil book?

Sabor’s favorite treat?

Are people more judgmental in Rosas due to being exhausted from their wishes taken?

Have children been affected by their parents’ behavior?

Could I potentially design a wish poster 👉👈

How entertaining are wish ceremonies?

Would Rosas be more heavily guarded since Asha and Star escaped from the Queen?

Will Star ever open up to Asha about his loneliness?

What do Star and Asha have in common?

And finally, does Star think of fireworks when viewing them from the Stratosphere?

Okay that’s all of them, have a good day!!!

Hey there! Wow you got some great questions here, let's get started! (P.S you used it right! I just need to make a proper link!)

Flazino's wish is to study magic because he believes he can help others with it. Things like replenishing water supply, heal sickness that medicine can't, plants can come back to life and bring crops, ect. While he can't fully do that right now, he helps with what he can for the Hamlet.

Yes! He gets a connection to the wishes when he touches them, so when Flazino and the old woman's wishes are crushed, he can feel like something has hit him, hard. (When Asha is danger of dying he actually starts feeling like he's dying as well since they're connected) and it happens again when Magnifico tries to absorb Star into the staff. Its supposed to feel as big as space inside, but it terrifies him because it will be like he's alone in space again.

Fear, mostly because anyone of them could be next, whether Mags goes for them or their wishers.

YES, YES SHE WILL!! AND YES, YOU CAN DESIGN IT! I've been brainstorming ideas for a while and the idea I had came to me on Pinterest. Something like this below, using the star patterns/constellations and mash tails and then apply them to the second picture of one of Asha's concept dresses.

5. He's had the book for about 10 years. He started using it more recently when he and his wife began to plan to steal a star from the sky.

6. Goat If Amaya can't provide baked salmon treats, then he likes to lurk around Rosas' to find the few rodents from underground. Makes him feels like he's in the wild.

7. Yes, the wishes being taken has begun taking their tolls on their positivity. Besides the drowsiness, they get a little suspicious of others, and it gets worse when Magnifico makes and order to turn in Asha, Star and other traitors they find or hear about!

8. A little. They still have their wishes and youth, so most of them don't notice. But once some do, they began to worry somethings wrong and ask Mags for help.

9. HECK YEAH YOU CAN!! 😃 I've had the image in my mind for months, so I'll send to you the vision I have in my head later on, it gives the biggest Disney vibes!

10. Oh they're a blast! 😂 Its full of music fanfare, fireworks, confetti, spotlights, the whole Hollywood deal! (Then they steal their souls/wishes) Even though its supposed to be about the person making their wishes, but the royals always make it about themselves. 😂 In fact, that's something coming in its own mini story, and when we reach the third act! It'll be like that Far Far Away Red Carpet scene from Shrek 2!

11. Definitely! After Star gets revealed and the traitor exposes them, the castle is double guarded, so the team goes into hiding in Bazeema's quiet hideaway.

12. Sometime before At All Costs and when Asha sees how Star is shaken up by almost being trapped in Mags' staff. He even stops smiling for a while and it really worries her. Seeing him not smile is like the sun not shining. Its unnatural.

13. Besides both having a desire to help others, they both love seeing the world. They even both are full of joy. Only Star is always showing it while Asha believes she had to push it down after her father died. When she sees how he always gives his joy to others, including repairing the pencil her father gave her, that's when she realizes she's falling in love with Star.

14. He at first thinks they're other stars shining on Earth, but once he sees that they're big beautiful light shows similar to nebula formations, he gets really excited! He wants to know how humans see them from below, just like the sunset.

THANK YOU SO MUCH, @ishadow246! That was so much fun, feel free to ask more at anytime! Can't wait to see what art you're cooking up next! 😁

#rascal entertainments #askbox #ask me anything #wish reimagined #wish rewrite #wish 2023 #wish granted #wish granted au #Starboy #asha x star

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laduenadelswing · 11 months ago

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Love game (Vox x female OC)

Chapter 3

Isabel stood in front of the old, red, rusting Hotel. Just as she was about to knock on the door. A blond, cute and overall positive woman opened the door. “I am Isabel, I don't know how I got into hell and could use some help.” She sopped. “Oh, don't worry, there is always a place for a lost soul. I am Charlie.” She smiled, hugged her and seemed happier than everyone. Oh, yes! Vox told her Charlie was a sunshine and naive, it's not that hard to manipulate her. Isabel thought. “Uhhh, I need to introduce you to our family.” She exclaimed excited.

Alastor - A deer like demon and hotelier. Everyone seems intimidated by his presence. Angel dust-porn star, famous very horny and masking. He would understand her, they went through the same things in a different setting Charlie – Sunshine and rainbows, way too happy for hell. Naive. Husk-Barkeeper, seemed pretty smart but wouldn't be to be manipulated easily Sir Pentiuos- Not as powerful but had deep-rooted desire for friends Nifty-small, clean, crazy Vaggie- instantly distrusted Isabel, never smiles except for Charlie but seemed to support her no matter what.

This would be a challenge.

“What do you guys do all day?” Isabel asked intimidated. “In the morning, we usually work on redemption and trying to become a better person. After that some go to work, go to Husk at the bar or work in the hotel.” Charlie almost screamed while laughing, happier than any human has ever been. “So nice, what do you eat normally?” Isabel asked, her stomach growling. “Normally everybody grabs something,” Charlie explained, scratching her head. “Let me cook something, since everybody has something to do and every exercise is done. Let me help.” Isabel smiled nervously. “Of course, Alasitor, help our new guest please.” Suddenly a tall figure appeared behind you, he had claws, deer like hair and the biggest smile on his face. “I've seen you before?” Isabel thought. She couldn't quite remember exactly what happened on her first night, but the demon looked familiar. “Pleased to meet you, darling.” He smiled. After your brief introduction, Vaggie pulled Charlie aside, her eyes killing you. “How can you get any kind of food here?” Isabel asked. “We could take a stroll, but for now you can leave it to me.” With a snap, the whole kitchen was equipped and food appeared right in front of your face. “Wow impressive, I assume you're vegetarian? Since you resemble a deer.” Alastor glared at her. “Why dear. In my days, hunting was really normal. I was pretty skilled.” As the last words left his mouth, the surrounding air heated up, the lights began to flicker and his face turned dark. He is intimidating, know I understand why Vox wants me to keep an eye on him, Isabel thought. She forced a smile on her face. “ I have never hunted before. The paparazzi always hunted me.” She confessed. Alastor laughed, “Oh dear, I couldn't be this bad, couldn't it?” Now her face turned pale, thinking about how many times she was stalked and harassed made her sick. “How did you survive your first night, darling?” Alastor deflected. “ I just ran into someone who gave me a job and a place to stay.” Isabel answered truthfully, thinking about her previous night with Vox, he was really caring. “Convenient” Alastor exclaimed. Together they cooked a balanced dinner with fresh meat, raw meat for the radio demon, a bunch of different vegetables and fruits. The whole hotel crew feasted on their home cooked meal. Charlie loved it, Angledust was horny as always, Husk smiled, nifty couldn't stop eating, Sir pentious was happy and praised the food. Vaggie, however, stayed quit and glared at her.

“You are a really great addition to our team.” Charlie fangirled. This made her smile, no one has ever been so cheerful in her presence and meant it. “I love to help, maybe you can help me someday to go back to earth.” Charlies eyes grew bigger. “How is earth right now?” She asked curiously.

“Right now? I don’t know if it´s getting better or worse. So many people fight and hate each other, the real beauty is forgotten. But to be able to travel anywhere you want is actually amazing. I am sure you would love the sun, beaches, galas and stars.” Isabel answered Charlie's happiness was addicting. Charlie smiled. They tidied up, everybody seemed to go their way. Alastor showed you your. It was small, but it had character. With some pictures and cool pillows, it would be very comfortable, she thought. After that, he also left, she could leave after they did all their funny games. She waited a couple of days before leaving the hotel at night. Vox lost his mind. He covered every centimeter of hell with cameras, except for the hotel. Not seeing his obsession made him sick. He gave you into the claws of his enemy. Until she left the hotel one night, she looked so stunning. It was way too long since they have last seen each other. The chokehold she had on him was unbelievable.

She went downhill and as soon as she wasn't right next to the hotel, Vox appeared. “Long time no see.” He greeted her and kissed her hand. “Vox, how are you?” She asked him as they walked into the night. “Ah you know the usual, work, Velvet, Valentino. Nothing special.” He smiled. “I love seeing you again. Hell can be exhausting. It's refreshing to have someone like you around.” He admitted. They tried to vanish into the crowed. Some demons looked around to attack the couple. “Oh, she looks like fresh meat.” They murmured with their predatory smiles.

They cornered Vox and Isabel. “Gentleman, I am sure you don’t want to get into a fight with me.” He buzzed. As they came closer, his left eye started changing, his smile grew bigger, and he shoved you gently behind his back. The gang of demons turned away immediately, hypnotized. “Let's get out of here.” Vox whispered. The rest of the walk was uneventful, Isabel tried to vanish in Vox´s shadow. Vox towered her and made sure she was under his protection. “Finally.” He stretched when they entered his apartment. They sat down, Vox purred both of them a drink. They caught up on the events that they missed. As the night continued, they climbed up the rooftop. “I really missed that.” Vox confessed. “What did you miss, the company or the view?” She shot back playfully before continuing, “I missed our conversations too Vox, the hotel is great, but this is something different.” Isabel admitted.

At that moment, Vox's internal conflict became palpable. He wanted to taste her lips, get a taste of how their intimacy would be. Vox restrained himself, he was a master manipulator, always in control. H e wanted her closeness, but only if she desired him as well. Vox tried to get some space in-between them. She was caught in Vox's magnetic field of desire, the energy between them was growing. Shivers ran down her spine. She looked at him seductively. Her face painted in a light blue shine.”Blue suits you.”He whispered. “Thank you for saving me.” Isabel replied. He tucked her hair behind her hair. She took his claw and gave it a small kiss, looked up and gave him a Hollywood smile. At this moment she could see the electricity shooting through his body, his eye glitching a little. “You know, Vox, sometimes it's good to let loose.” She whispered, while Vox became stiff under her touch.

“Chaos can be beautiful.” Isabel added her smile made his world lit up. “I really don't want you to go back there.” Vox admitted. “Vox, you are the one who wanted me there.” At this moment, he knew it was too late to kiss her. Or was it? She turned away from him and faced the breathtaking view from the roof. A shy smile appeared on her face. “Oh, I think I need to go. I don't wanna cause any trouble.” She faced him, “Thank you, Vox.” She smiled, hugged the Overlord a little bit longer than adequate, and left smiling. Vox repaid her smile, it was genuine. He walked her to the hotel. “You wanna come back tomorrow? Or whenever you want.” He asked with a hint of shyness, before he turned on his best PR- smile. Isabel, not wanting to cause any commotion, went back to the hotel. As she entered, Angle sat on the couch. “Had a long night, Sugar?” He asked playfully. “Kinda.” Isabel replied. “You're dating someone.” He asked half-heartedly whilst scrolling on his phone. She chuckled and left into her room.

Authors Note: I would love to hear some feedback. Also, I am so excited for tonight's episode. Thank you so much for all the love. It means the world to me.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel fandom

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woodsfae · 10 months ago

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B5 03e14 Ship of Tears previous episode • table of contents

The news from Earth is back, but it's fully propaganda now.

I'm glad Sheridan's getting to play in the starfuries for a bit. He definitely needs some chill, fun, flying time.

Dang, it's Walter Koenig! My guy, Bester. Can't wait to see what evil shenanigans he's up to now!

He's such a good villain. So reasonable. So...off.

I don't get why the gang are still stonewalling G'Kar...it's ever more fucked up the longer they keep doing it. C'mon, be better.

I forgot about the new uniforms for a bit but I like them. Looking snazzy! I like the lines and random patch of color.

I genuinely wonder if Bester intentionally goaded her into hitting him. Glad PsiCorps are against the Shadows...it's a low bar to clear, since the Shadows are against life, but still glad.

This is a huge enemy-of-my-enemy stretch, though, considering elements within PsiCorps have been directly enemies with B5 interests themselves. Still, cooperation has got to be key against the shadows.

Wow, this is the biggest fight I've seen Delenn and John have! But seriously for the best to read G'Kar in on all the intel. He brought his intel to them! it's insulting they haven't read him in to their own intel.

Oh shit, they disclosed the existence of the Secret Ship to Bester! That's a hell of a move, as is it for Bester to just plop into the Captain's chair on the bridge. Is that a Star Trek nod? Chekov never commanded the Enterprise in any of the episodes and never sat in the chair, so Bester steals the chair for a second in B5? Cute.

I gotta pay close attention to Delenn and G'Kar's talk. Delenn's decision to obsfucate was directly because of the Grey Council's decision not to share any info. Delenn's arguing it was a good decision, because if they'd allied openly with the Narns from the beginning, the Shadows would have wiped out the Narns entirely instead of only enabling the Centauri to genocide and oppress them.

I find G'Kar's reaction a bit...odd. He talks himself around to agreeing with her, which I find a bit shameful of the writers. It cannot ever be a good thing that a people were wiped out without any foreknowledge from supposed allies. Maybe it wouldn't have changed the outcome in terms of life, but who could say what they may have done?

They have a sort of tractor beam and caught a ship, cool. Weapon's supplies, but it seems to be a person in pained stasis. Dun dun dun.

It's so wild that they took Bester into their confidence enough to take him on the White Star when they're known G'Kar all along and he still doesn't know it exists! Wild, wild set of priorities on information sharing. Bester has been a literally mortal threat to them all, G'Kar has never been a threat to any of them but Londo. And that was fair anyhow.

A shadow body? Or a different species that's allied? I thought the shadows were multi-limbed, spindly things.

Not just one person in a tube, but over a hundred! Ivanova called them sleeper tubes, but Dr Franklin calls them cryotubes.

They have impants on either side of their cerebral cortexes, the lady they were waking up slowly came to screaming and asking why they were doing this. Bester identifies her as "a blip," a telepath who refused to take suppressants or join the corps. This lady is P-11 or P-12.

And she has a terrible nightmare/flashback to what looks to be three individuals, the same species as the unidentified body they found earlier. Leaning towards species allied with the shadows.

P-12 lady made herself a nest of wires? And first thing she tries to do is lure Bester in and attack him. Good instincts, lol. And she's in pain, she says. Bester claims she has no reason attack him or sabotage the station by ripping out all the wires, and she automatically shoots at Bester's PsiCorps broach.

Her name is Carolyn - I guess the shadows already got their hands on her and into her brain? Well that's harrowing. idk what her shared telepathy with Bester was about, even with Bester's explanation. He met her when she was caught and sent to the re-education center, and immediately fell in love with her. Tried to make her experience in the center better...I guess? Bigger quarters and more food. Yikes. And then he knocked her up. No mention of if she had anything to say about that?? jesus.

Hm, Shadows use people as processing for their ships? They are acting like they've talked about it before, but it's new info to me, and horrifying info at that.

Bester says his promise to keep her and their baby safe is the only promise he's ever made that he meant a damn. And that if they can help her, he's 100% on Sheridan's side. Handy! If they can pull it off and get those next level impants out of her or something.

Ivanova says he'll turn on them the second it's all over and I'm inclined to believe her. Maybe he'd play nicer for longer if he achieved some of his goals for telepaths - they are the future, he says.

Did Garibaldi finally teach himself enough Narn to read some of G'Kar's book? Good for him.

The Shadows are weak to telepaths, hence probably the 100+ telepaths being made into ship components. And this info is so timely, because the Shadows are attacking a place right now! Telepaths! We ride at space dawn!

Kosh...

#woodsfae b5 #g'kar #delenn #john sheridan #susan ivanova #alfred bester

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