#alternative title: fun ideas to try in bed with your partner
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whumptober day 6: conditioning / mind control / forced to hurt someone else
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so anyways. version without the fuckery and just the sketch bc i like them
#alternative title: fun ideas to try in bed with your partner#yeah lazar is dead đ#well. meet hex! he's nice actually. im in the process of making a reference for him#oc: cc 1606 hex#oc: lazar jetz#tag for ocs#whumptober#aweisz art
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thank you for enabling me korka ily. your writing is amazing <3 idea number one! numero uno! silly little Mika fluff!! How about Mika realizing he has a crush on someone; and his idea of a confession is to make them a plushie! But Arashi tells him he needs a little more flare than that to make his feelings clear. So, perhaps some cute little Mika shenanigans, trying to plan the 'perfect' confession and make the best plushie for his potential partner~?
I told you this was the first fic I'm gonna write in the new city, and I think I kept my promise. I thought about scheduling this for your bday, but~ Instead of a late request, consider this an early bday gift <3 and I hope I'll get your second request finished in time, but I can't make any promises
Title: Operation: Score Mika a Date Word count: 3576 Summary: Arashi does her best to make Mika finally, finally confess to his crush. But when nothing she suggests works, maybe it's best to trust Mika do to it his way... Notes: Less of a focus on the "making the best plushie" part, but I hope I made up with it with the shenanigans. Arashi turned out to be a major character lol and Mika and Naru being besties <3
âNa~ru-cha~n!â Cries reverberated throughout the common room. Mika, the originator of said cries, laid draped across the aforementioned Naru-chanâs lap, whining all the while. "I dunno what to do!" he drawled out, groaning into her thighs. And Arashi, who tried her best to comfort him by petting his hair, sighed. "Well, they seem to like you, don't they? You're always telling me about how they give you compliments and like talking to you, right?" Of course, the âtheyâ she was talking about was Mikaâs crush. The person heâs been going on and on about for ages. He was absolutely in love, and it was obvious from how he alternated between crying and giggling about them every day. Today â it was crying. "But what if I'm misunderstandin'? What if they don't like me like that? UuwhâŚâ he cradled his head in his hands. âIt makes my head hurtâŚ" "You'll never know if you don't just tell them how you feel." "But what if⌠How do I even do that? I can't just tell 'em - I l-love yaâŚ" "Oh, Mika-chanâŚ" Arashi truly didn't know what to do about him anymore. "Just speak from your heart!" Mika paused, pondering it for a moment. He seemed to really give it some thought, his brows furrowing as Arashi continued twisting his hair around her fingers. Ultimately, however - "That ain't helpful at all!"
This has become their routine by now. Mika, the silly guy, managed to fall in love. No, rather, he tripped into love. Faceplanted straight into it before he was even aware of what had happened. Arashi was thrilled to find this out; she always aspired to live out a teen drama and if there was one thing missing from her checklist, it was helping her best friend woo their crush. Now her best friend, Mika, has finally fallen in love, and she, as knowledgeable as she is about matters of the heart, can help him! But Mika was not very open to her ideas. Every "Confess to them!" was met with "What if they reject me?", every "They were flirting!" with "They were just bein' polite" and every "Just ask if you can kiss them" with "Are ya crazy?! They'll start hatin' me!" It was as if he was working directly against her and himself, rejecting every idea in its conception, not even entertaining the idea of a happy ending. Yet, Arashi never gave up.
Like many best friends, they frequently had sleepovers together. When HiMERU and Tetora had work or other plans, Arashi would often invite Mika to sleep over in her dorm, and Mika would do the same whenever Ritsu was gone for the night. The beds were big enough, and they were close enough to share them without any awkwardness - not to mention that it was fun. And this time, too, Mika was sitting criss-cross on Arashi's bed, who was sitting on her legs next to him, peering at his phone while eating cucumber slices. "So, youâll confess to them in person, right?" she inquired. âHow are you going to ask them to meet up?â "I sent âem, ⌠um, hey - are ya free this weekend?" "Oh, sweetie, that makes you sound too shy. Just ask if they want to hang out this weekend." "Ain't that too direct?" "Everybody likes direct men. You have to show youâre confident! You know what you want and youâre not afraid to ask for it!" Mika flinched. "Read!" he exclaimed. "They left me on read! N'aghâŚ!! This is too stressful!" He hugged the pillow in his lap, burying his face into it. "Bein' in love sucks for real!"
"Alright, alright, it's not the end of the world, maybe they're busy! Put the phone down, come on, I'll do your nails." He hesitated letting go of his phone, hoping heâll see them typing any second now, but ultimately doing as he was told. He watched Arashi grab her kit before setting his hands on a magazine. To be used as a pad; to avoid getting product on the bed sheets. It was a magazine targeted towards girls, one of Arashiâs older ones. A few seconds passed in silence, but, as she started prepping his nails for the new paintjob, she began speaking, "Talk to me, Mika-chan. How are you planning on confessing, anyway?" "âM not. I mean, I am, but I ainât got a plan. I was just gonna wing it." "Wing it?! Oh, dear⌠Well, fine, think about it now. What do you think you could do? Iâm sooo curious, and you never talk with me about your plans on seducing them." "Se-seducinâ?" His face burnt red. "I dunno⌠They mentioned they liked the plushies I made once. Maybe I can make 'em a plushie andâŚ" "I'm sure that'd be cute, but for a confession," she tsked, "you'd need a bit more pizazz!" He tilted his head, not unlike a confused puppy. "Pizazz! Flair! Everybody loves a grand gesture of love. Hmm, actually-" She set her tools down, raising his hands and grabbing the magazine that was under them. As she showed its cover to Mika, she beamed, "Look! Read what's written here!" "Um⌠I dun think knowin' trends from four years ago will impress 'em." A groan. "No, silly, here." She pressed her finger against a box of text in the corner. "The 10 best ways to confess to your crush! You can even do their 'Do they like you back?' quiz if youâre so worried!"
When Mika's nails were painted and dried, he helped Arashi dye her hair. Rather, he was dying her hair while she read him out the questions in the magazineâs quiz, marking all his answers to count up later. "Do they go out of their way to talk to you? A: they only talk to me when they have to, B: no, they tend to avoid me, C: sometimes, but they stick to small talk, or D: yes, they talk to me about almost every topic there is." He huffed. "Well, I guess DâŚ?" "Alright⌠Do they find excuses to touch you while talking to you?" "N'ah⌠I dunno. They touch my arm when I make 'em laugh and⌠Sometimes they bump their knee against mine when we sit next'ta each other?" "That's a yes!" As she tallied up his answers, he was finishing up with her undercut. Absentmindedly playing with her hair as his thoughts trailed off.
Mika knew he had to confess to them someday. Being around them started becoming painful recently (he's been pining for some months, and being friends with your crush can sometimes be a curse as much as a blessing), and he felt guilty over how much his heart hurt every time they made plans with somebody else instead of with him. They've become friends and, he was certain because of how much of a catch they are, it was only a matter of time before they end up telling him about a significant other. His heart would break. He had to confess, otherwise he was always going to wonder. Especially if they start dating someone else, especially if it turns serious. He can pretend to be happy for them, but⌠"Great news, Mika-chan! Listen, it says: Sparks are flying! You are your crush's crush! If they not only like being around you, but also initiate conversation often, if they hold eye contact and smile easily at you, if they can't help laughing at your every joke (no matter how bad) and touching your shoulder when you talk - they like-like you! Confessing is not only safe, but highly encouraged. A romance is already blooming between you, and you need to make sure you lock it in." She closed the magazine, leaving it on the desk and spinning around in her chair to meet Mika's wide-eyed stare. "See? Just as I told you! They li~ke you, Mika-chan, you have to tell them how you feel! As your best friend," she placed a hand over her heart, as if swearing, "it is my duty to make sure you two end up on at least one successful date." He bit his lip. Truthfully, he felt like crying, both out of happiness, but also out of anxiety. He was afraid to raise his expectations, but if Arashi was that confident⌠"Alright. What's it say 'bout those ways of confessin'?" "That's my bestie!! So-" she grabbed the magazine again, jumping from the chair to the bed again. But a ping interrupted them. Mika's phone. He immediately grabbed it, checking the new notification. Arashi looked at him worriedly as he started trembling, but his huge smile quickly made those worries dissipate. "They replied!" he all but squealed. "They replied?!" "They replied!!"
It was easier to convince Mika to go with the magazine's advice when Arashi had managed to convince him he had a chance. Usually, he would stay away from grand gestures - he was shy himself and didn't like the pressure of it all - but the seductive sparkle of the possibility of a date with his crush was too tempting to turn down. And so, method one: asking them out directly. Per Arashi's instructions, Mika was to talk to his crush, and ask them if they wanted to get coffee with him after work. Something casual enough, but obvious as a date. Unfortunately for Mika, his crush responded with, "Oh, cool! Should we invite the others, too?" ⌠Arashi bought him ice cream and promised they were just a little oblivious. It can't be helped, since he was too chicken to say, "As a date".
Method two: leaving them a note. They both decided that would be a good next step. He can write out a proper confession, and not worry about stuttering or chickening out. All he has to do is write out his thoughts, leave the note somewhere where they'd see it, and then wait for them to bring it up. Mika poured his soul into that note, he didn't even want Arashi to give him advice on it - he wanted it to be all his own words. He mentioned how long he's liked them and how shy he feels around them, the excuse for why he's writing a note. How he really wants to take them out on a date. How he just wants that single chance, one date! But that he'll respect their wishes if they don't feel the same way, not even enough to give it a shot. He ends it all with a scribble of a flower. But in the adrenaline rush of "Oh, shit, I'm actually doing this, I'm actually leaving my heart out in the open," signing the note escaped his mind entirely. He just slipped it into their pocket when they weren't looking, and ran off.
"You're never gonna believe it, Mika!" they laughed, fishing for something in their pocket. "Look! I have a secret admirer~!" They waved the note in front of his face. His note. Did they recognise his handwriting? Were they making fun of him? He blushed, the very tips of his ears burning up, ready to deny and defend himself, but they spoke first. "What, are you jealous? Come on, you're an idol, I know you get love letters all the time, too, let me have this. You're no fun!" They joked. "O-oh, you dunno who it's from?" His heart was about to explode, he could feel it beating in his throat. "How could I? There's no signature. Whoever it is uses a really cute dialect, though." "Cute?" There it was. They were making fun of him. "Yeah, I think it's very attractive, actually. Well, I hope this person will actually ask me if I got their note, I'm dying of curiosity." "... Y'think it's attractiveâŚ" Mika has stopped listening. And functioning. "Hey? Mika? Do I need to take you to the infirmary? You're looking a bit feverish." "N'gah!" He got startled, hand clasping over his chest. "No, no, âm fine, I just suddenly remembered I have some, uh, work to do. See ya later!" It was a step closer, but he was still unhappy with the result. At least he could be comforted knowing they thought his dialect was cute. Attractive, even.
Method three: spreading a rumour. This one sounded counterproductive to Mika, but Arashi found merit in it. She was going to be the gossip, to "wing woman" him, as she put it. "Hey, did you hear," she whispered to whoever would listen, "that Kagehira has a crush on (y/n). He's head over heels in love. Do you think he has a chance?" All Mika had to do was gauge his crush's reaction to hearing the rumour, and decide whether it's a good enough reaction to mention that the rumour is true. It travelled across town fairly quickly (and Mika was scolded by Ibara over it, as it escaped the confinement of ES, but those were the sacrifices they had to make) and soon enough⌠"I heard a weird rumour, Mika - you'll laugh, I promise - people are saying you have a crush on me." They laughed, but he had trouble discerning whether they were laughing at the absurdity, or out of their own shyness. "Yeah, thatâs⌠weird. And what do you think about it?" He stuffed a candy in his mouth the moment the sentence dripped off his tongue. Where did he get the courage for such direct questions? "I don't know. We're friends, aren't we? People often confuse close friends' behaviour with that of lovers. Maybe they thought you were into me because we always hang out alone. Like now!" "Right. That is funny." He never laughed in a more forced way. They'd already changed the subject, and he was left with no information on how to proceed.
"Mika-chan, I'll be honest," Arashi was lying on her stomach on Mika's bed, leafing through a fashion magazine. "I think we're running out of methods." Mika was sitting on the floor, back to his bed's frame, head leaned into his palms. "I know." "You're going to have to ask them out directly. I mean more directly than last time. Youâre going to have to tell them you want to take them on a date, in those words exactly." "... I know. It's just!" He groaned, hitting the floor with a hand and leaning his head on the mattress. "This sucks, this sucks so bad! Whyâs it so hard?! I'm always tellin' ya how I feel 'bout them, I can write it all out, I can talk to anyone else 'bout it, but in front of 'em, I just⌠I freeze up, like an idiot! Like a stupid, worthless coward! I hate it so much!" He sniffled, quickly wiping his eyes before the tears could fall. "It ain't fair at all! And nothin' I do is workin'... Naru-chan, I think they just don't like me and're pretendin' they don't get it. I'm probably embarrassin' myself badly 'n they're just too nice to say anythin'." "That's not true!" She flipped closed the magazine, shifting into a sitting position. "You're not an idiot or a coward! I don't want you to talk like that about yourself." "I am⌠I'm so stupid to think they'd even like me back." He hid his face in his hands. His shoulders were trembling, and Arashi felt bad. She felt guilty, as if her pushing him was to blame. "Are you crying...?" "... No." "Mika-chan, you're my best friend. I know when you're crying. Do you want a hug?" He just sobbed into his hands and nodded. And she got down, kneeled beside him, and hugged him close to her chest.
He cried into her shoulder for a minute or two. Shaking and sniffling, squeezing her for comfort. When his sobs died down, she took the chance to speak up, "Hey, Mika-chan, I had an idea." "Please, no more ideas⌠It ain't gonna work, nothinâ will." "No, hear me out. Please? You don't have to do it, just think about it." When she was met with silence, she decided to continue speaking. "Remember what you told me when we started Operation: Score Mika a Date? About the plushies? I was thinkingâŚ"
It took weeks of hard work. A big chunk of his savings for the materials, too. And a lot of patience. But it was finished. He'd already called his crush and asked them to meet up in their usual hangout spot, one that he knew wasn't going to be crowded. And he arrived early, enough that he can take a moment to calm down and steel his nerves. Even Arashi came with him, hoping to give him a last-minute pep talk. "You have it with you?" She asked rubbing his shoulder. "I do, 's here." "You got this, okay? If they reject you, just nod and say-" "'S okay, I hope we can still be friends - I know." "And don't be pushy." "Mhm." "Oh, I think I see them⌠I'll be a bit further away if you'll need me. Text me how it goes, okay?" "Y-yeah."
Arashi left, and a few minutes later, his crush stood in front of him. "Hey! You said you wanted to see me because you had something to tell me? It's not something bad, I hope?" He stood silently. Gulped. He was holding his gift behind his back, and he could feel his palms getting sweatier. It was now or never. "(Y/n)-chan," he didn't stutter yet, "I wanted to give ya somethin'. You said ya liked my plushies, soâŚ" He slowly brought his hand in front of him. He was holding a classical teddy bear, with dark green fur and mismatched yellow-blue button eyes. Though the craftsmanship was definitely a bit unprofessional, the amount of care and love that went into it was truly visible. The bear was holding a heart, sewn into its paws, with embroidered lettering. Shaky, but obviously something that was worked very hard on. A simple message on it: I love ya.
Mika's hands were shaking as he outstretched them, offering them the plush bear. "Ac-accept it, please." And he bit his tongue for that stutter. "And⌠Accept my feelings⌠(Y/n)-chan, I wanna be yer boyfriend." Did he sound confident enough? He hoped he did. He was certain he didn't look confident, what with the blushing and the avoiding eye contact, but he said it loudly, clearly⌠"Dâya wanna go out with me?" He really couldnât look them in the eye, instead he stared down, fiddling with his sleeves, while waiting for the answer. Seconds felt like hours. He looked up timidly, curious on why they were silent. He was afraid they were creeped out. But they were⌠staring at the teddy bear. "It's really cute. I love it⌠Thank you, Mika!" They smiled at him. His heart skipped a beat and his knees nearly buckled. He didn't want to press them for an answer to his confession, but he couldn't deny that not even that praise was enough to distract him. He just wanted to hear an answer. "And⌠So, will yaâŚ?" "The rumour was true, then?" They smirked at him. Mika was truly going to die if they kept looking at him like that. But he nodded. All his cards were now thrown face-up on the table. "The note⌠The note, too. Tha' was meâŚ" "I knew it," they laughed. "It was so hard trying to give you hints to just ask me out already. But it was cute watching you struggle." "N'ah? Ya wanted me toâŚ? Is that a yes? You'll go out with me?" His vision was getting blurry, and if his legs don't actually give out, he'll consider it a miracle. Mika was barely breathing, his heart beating out of his chest from the excitement. And his eyes just sparkled as he leaned in closer to them, eager and excited. If he had a tail, itâd certainly be wagging. "Of course I will! Let's make this our date, then. Where do you want to go?"
When he arrived home that day, he was running on autopilot. He texted his crush, no, his significant other (he's getting giddy just thinking about it!) he had fun today. He asked them if they want to go on another date sometime soon. He took a shower, changed into his pyjamas, and he just⌠lied in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Before flipping over and screaming into his pillow. Memories of their first date still fresh in his mind. They walked holding hands, they shared cotton candy⌠When they were sitting on a bench, they even leaned their head on his shoulder. They did all the things couples do on dates⌠They were a couple now! He held the pillow closer. When the sun set, he walked them home and they⌠He kissed them.
Mika was still high off the excitement of that day. He wasn't going to get any sleep that night, but he's happy. He's as happy as he was when he was accepted into Yumenosaki, when Shu allowed him to become a part of Valkyrie. He just wanted to call them, to hear their voice again, but instead he called Arashi. He wasn't going to bother them so late in the evening, and Arashi was dying to hear the details, anyway. One thing is certain, however: Mika cannot wait for their next date.
#this one even got a title!!! i thought it was funny lmao#ensemble stars#enstars fanfiction#mika kagehira#kagehira mika#mika kagehira x reader#reader insert#enstars fluff#my writing
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Pls Hoosier on Valentine's list!
valentines day alphabet  ( accepting! )Â
A Â : Â AFFECTION. Â how does your muse show affection?
He doesnât, if he can help it. Unfortunately, Hoosierâs a bigger softie than he likes to admit. His affection shows itself through small gestures  ---  a blanket tucked around someoneâs shoulders, food shared, limbs resting casually against each other during idle moments. If Hoosierâs willing to go out of his way for someone, even a little bit, then they matter to him. His smile could make flowers grow, so being on the receiving end of it tends to send the people he cares about a clear message.
B Â : Â BOUQUET. Â does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?
Absolutely not a bouquet man. Doesnât trust flowers, doesnât know how they work, and is not inclined to find out.
C Â : Â CHOCOLATE. Â does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?
Abso-fuckin-lutely. Hoosier would shank a man for some cherry cordials.
D Â : Â DATE. Â what is your museâs ideal date? where / who with / etc?
He prefers to split the bill on any dates, because heâs cheap economically responsible like that. Hoosierâs ideal date wouldnât involve paying at all; heâd have a great time doing something on just the right side of illegal, like sneaking into a movie (makes the cinema experience 10x more fun) or loitering in a potentially dangerous place. Coffee dates are pretentious, but he really likes coffee, so sometimes youâve gotta take the good with the bad. Heâd love to go to an animal shelter and, like, play with the dogs... Hoosierâs not a hard person to take out, and heâs satisfied doing pretty much anything, so long as itâs not too boring.
E Â : Â EMBRACE. Â does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?
what the hell is a hug  He doesnât love them --- mostly because heâs been on the receiving end of too many of Chucklerâs post-workout sweaty bear hugs, and thatâs something you never recover from. Hoosierâs particular about physical affection, unless itâs from someone he really considers His People --- even with his closest friends, he can be weird about hugs, though heâll make allowances for his little siblings. Heâs not a hugger himself.
F Â : Â FLIRT. Â is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?
He doesnât, because itâs a lot of effort, and frankly he just canât be assed. Hoosier doesnât do charming small-talk; heâs not going to wine and dine someone heâs just interested in taking to bed. If he wants more than that, well... he doesnât even know how to go about it, so they better appreciate the drinks heâs willing to pay for. The other partnerâs got to carry the conversation, because Hoosier canât make small talk to save his life. His good looks and bluntness tend to carry him far enough --- as far as the bedroom.
G Â : Â GIFT. Â is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?
He really doesnât try that hard. The sort of person to literally ask outright, âwhat do you want?â a week before a birthday... then, to his credit, he goes out and tracks the thing down. (Leckie once gave him a really obscure book title, just to see what would happen. Hoosier turned up with it. The book had been out of print of years. This was a first-edition copy. No one knows where he got it, how, or if it was obtained legally.)
H Â : Â HEART. Â is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?
Heâs... slow because the idea scares him. Hoosier and intimacy... do not mix. On a physical level, sure, but emotionally? Heâs gonna glower that idea into submission and keep any pesky feelings that bubble up down for as long as possible. Hoosier does not love the idea of opening himself up to getting hurt, and doesnât think heâs very suited for romance, so heâd just... rather not.
I Â Â : Â I LOVE YOU. Â does your muse find âi love youâ easy or hard to say?
Like we just said! Emotional intimacy is a Big Yikes for him! Anyone would be lucky to get an âI love youâ out of him once. Heâs got to be either very drunk or very sleepy to say it out loud ---  both times are when heâs at his softest.
J Â : Â JEALOUSY. Â does your muse get jealous in a relationship?
Oh yeah. Hoosier can be... territorial when it comes to the people he loves. He passionately dislikes anyone getting too close to his partner; thereâs being friendly, and then thereâs being more, and heâs got strong instincts for when somethingâs more than friendly. Hoosier makes up for it by being bitchier than usual, glowering at them and being a bit more physical with his partner. Heâs rarely one for PDA, but Jealous Hoosier has some points to make.
K Â : Â KISS. Â is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?
Heâs a very physical kisser, almost taking ownership of his partner through his lips; Hoosier Smith doesnât kiss to play around. Hands on the ass, the thighs, gripping the hips as he grinds slightly against them; each breath seems to ripple between the two of them, a shared convulsion, before Hoosier goes right back in for more. Heâs a hungry kisser, and a little feral about it --- bruises will be left along his partnerâs neck, and their lips may be sore for days afterwards, but they way Hoosier leaves them seeing stars makes it all worth it.
L Â : Â LOVE. Â who does your muse love?
Heâs very fond of his little siblings, and very affectionate with them --- way more than anyoneâs used to seeing out of him. Hoosierâs got Big Brother Instincts, even they donât rear their head that often. He loves his mom and (very old, possibly immortal) grandparents; heâs very devoted to his friends, no matter how he rolls his eyes at Chuckler and Runnerâs chaos or bitches at Leckieâs pretentiousness. Thatâs the thing about Hoosier ---  he doesnât love a lot of people, but the people he does love, he wants to keep.
M Â : Â MOONLIGHT. Â is morning or night a more romantic setting?
Night, because heâs never up in the damn morning. Why would someone want to do things before 10am? Not this man. Anything that needs to get done can be done at midnight, or not at all.
N Â : Â NAUGHTY. Â what is your muse like in bed?
He alternates between fierce and teasing, but Hoosier is very, very determined. God, does he love his partnerâs reactions... and he savors them, leading them along for as long as possible, dragging every encounter out until the end. Hoosierâs in no rush to finish; honestly, he has a bit of trouble finishing without his partner, and itâs usually seeing them go over the edge first that gets him there. Heâs rough, rougher than he means to be at times; sex is the most energy heâll ever expend at a given moment, and he turns it into a full-on workout, both parties slick with sweat by the end of it. Sometimes, heâll just put his mouth to task, trailing it slowly along his partnerâs body --- sucking kisses into their chest, their stomach, their hips, all the way to their thighs and what lies beyond.
O Â : Â ODE. Â does your muse have a way with words?
Yes. Very succinct. To the point. Knows what the hell heâs saying. Fine with words, thanks.
P Â : Â PARTNER. Â what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?
Someone who doesnât get on his last damn nerve. Hoosier would do well with a partner who goes with the flow --- probably someone more extroverted than him, but who really doesnât demand much or tax his energy when he needs to just destress. Heâd do best with someone low-maintenance. (Too bad the high-maintenance people are so damn attractive.) They have to love animals; they have to be able to keep things neat, because he hates a messy house; heâs fine with almost any quirk they might have, so long as they put up with his in return. He loves people who can sing... and people who laugh at their own jokes really shouldnât be as attractive as they are.
Q Â : Â QUESTION. Â would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?
Heâd ask as soon as he comes to terms with the idea... whichâll take a while, not gonna lie. His partner asking first would completely take Hoosier by surprise. He wouldnât be expecting it, wouldnât know what to do with it, and his off-the-cuff answer would be, âwhat the fuckâ. Promising omen of marital bliss right there.
R Â : Â ROMANCE. Â is your muse a romantic or a cynic?
Definitely on the cynical side. Heâs... afraid of romance, a little bit, and definitely doesnât imagine himself as anybodyâs Prince Charming.
S Â : Â SWEETHEART. Â did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?
He didnât, really. Little Bill Smith had way more important things on his mind, like taking long naps, stealing cookies, and hiding in places where his mama couldnât find him. Bigger priorities on his mind.
T Â : Â TRUE LOVE. Â does your muse believe in true love?
... nah, probably not. Itâs not something he gives a lot of thought to, because thinking about love in general leaves him feeling half-starved and irritated. True love... well, to be honest, heâs got no clue what it is.
U Â : Â UNREQUITED. Â has your muse had their heart broken?
... letâs say he hasnât and call it even. Heâs not gonna talk about it. (He hasnât, but heâs been on the cusp of loving people who didnât love him back. Caution is learned; if you go to the edge of a cliff and almost fall off, youâre in no hurry to dance on that edge again. He learned to fear love without ever feeling the full sting of rejection, cause heâs just proactive like that.)
V Â : Â VALENTINE. Â how does your muse feel about valentineâs day?
A complete waste of time, unless thereâs chocolate involved. Chocolate for him. Get him chocolate, please.
W Â : Â WEDDING. Â would your muse get married? why / why not?
Mmm. I mean. Heâs not going to not get married, if the opportunity arises, but itâs also, like... a lot of effort, everybody makes a big deal out of it, it costs a lot of money, and, like... if all his siblings get hitched, does his Mama really need him to, too? (If Hoosier gets to the point where heâs head-over-heels in love with someone, enough to want to spend his life with âem, yeah, heâll get married. But heâs prefer a quiet ceremony, no muss or fuss, to a big white wedding.)
X Â : Â XOXO. Â does your muse use / like pet names?
Absolutely never... unless heâs in the mood. An arm tucked around his partnerâs chest or waist, and a muttered âdarlinââ against the side of their neck, is Hoosier-speak for âletâs get someplace private now, before I take my pants off right here.â
Y Â : Â YOURS. Â does your muse get protective easily?
In, like, the laziest way possible. Heâs perfectly willing to sit back and watch the fireworks, glowering as some fool gets bolder and bolder with the person he cares about... but heâs not apathetic, heâs waiting. As soon as the bastard crosses a line, Hoosierâs on his feet and swinging. He doesnât say anything; he just puts an end to the situation, with a few well-placed hits. Cross Hoosier Smithâs people at your own risk.
Z Â : Â ZZZ. Â how many people has your muse slept with?
... do you really want to know the answer to this question? Itâs... a lot. Many people. An amount that should maybe concern him. He couldnât count if he tried, but the number is probably in the double digits. (How? He literally never goes out! Hoosierâs got ways, okay. When he feels like having sex, he will find someone willing and eager. Itâs never a challenge to convince them. The job gets done.) Donât ask, cause heâll just smirk and say nothing.
#hoosier was absolutely the kid who'd just vanish for hours and his family would be like 'wh?? where??  where did he go?? again??'#and after a while he'd just slither out from behind the couch or something#my sister was like that when she was little and legit she once tried to crawl into the fireplace#also!! one of the things i love about writing these is how i kinda codeswitch into the character's voice/speaking style a bit#like leckie has to say absolutely EVERYTHING for every answer#and then hoosier's just like 'yes. moving on.'#hoosier smith#headcanons
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Title: For this, I am Thankful Collaborator: corsets_and_cardigans Card Number: 4061 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - free space Ship: Stony Rating: Teen Major Tags: Past Pepper/Tony, Peter is Tonyâs Bio Son Summary: Newly divorced Dad Tony spends Thanksgiving with his attractive new neighbor. Word Count: 4299
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Title: Iron Tsum Collaborator: deehellcat Card Number: 4028 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S2 - mad science Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: none Summary: During a battle with a power-hungry scientist, Tony got zapped by some handwavy energy beam and turned into a tsum tsum. This explains his very angry face. lol
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Title: Part of Your World Collaborator: iam93percentstardust Card Number: 4012 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R3 - Teenage Tony Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Mermaid AU, Tony Needs a Hug, Howard Starkâs A+ Parenting Summary: Tony grows up without a pod. Howard doesnât believe in pods, after all, even though nearly every other killer whale-mer out there has one. But the Stark patriarch is convinced that heâs too good to need a pod, too special, too skilled a hunter. Pods are for weaklings who canât hunt for themselves, not for the likes of Howard Stark. Uncharitably, Tony thinks that maybe a pod might have saved Howard from the kraken. Word Count: 965
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Title: Gossamer Collaborator: RoseRose Card Number: 4022 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - free space Ship: Stuckony Rating: Explicit Major Tags: PWP, crossdressing, humiliation, boot worship, BDSM Summary: Tony is indulging himself in a kink he hadn't told his partners yet when they arrive home unexpectedly. Fun is had by all. Crossdressing and humiliation kink, with accompanying boot worship. Word Count: 1379
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Title: Et tu, Phil? Collaborator: RoseRose Card Number: 4022 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A4 - Good Guys Gone Bad Ship: implied Stucky Rating: Teen Major Tags: Hurt no comfort, betrayal, HYDRA Phil Coulson, mentioned brainwashing, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes Summary: SHIELD, including Phil Coulson is Hydra. Steve has been betrayed. The only upside is that he found Bucky. Scene from a world where Phil Coulson is HYDRA. No happy endings here. Word Count: 926
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Title: Project A.R.I. Collaborator: Juulna Card Number: 4065 Link: AO3 Square Filled: S4 -Â Stuckony Ship: Stuckony Rating: Not Rated Major Tags: Female Tony Stark, Established Relationship, Wow since when do I write that?, Post-Endgame, Alternate Canon, Parent Tony Stark, Bots as Children, Surprises, Itâs hard to surprise supersoldiers, Arecibo Observatory & Telescope, Toni adopts Arecibo because of course she does, Inspired by Real Events, RIP Arecibo, Not Beta Read, Scientific Mistakes Likely Abound Summary: When Toni heard that Arecibo---one of her favourite scientific objects in the world---was going to be decommissioned, well she couldn't have that, now could she?? She tries to surprise her husbands, but instead ends up being the one pleasantly surprised---and very much loved. Word Count: 259
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Title: âTis the wind and nothing more! Collaborator: Faustess Card Number: 4059 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R4 - Supernatural (moodboard) Ship: Tony & Rhodey Rating: Teen Major Tags: Supernatural, Poltergeists, Fear, Haunted Houses, Protective James "Rhodey" Rhodes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark at MIT Summary: Some older students lure Tony to a house that's reputedly haunted... then lock him in. Word Count: 100
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Title: I Went to the County Fair and All I Got Was This Alpaca Collaborators: newnewyorker93 & rebelmeg Card Numbers: 4042 & 4034 Link: AO3 Square Filled: newnewyorker93, T1 - Animal rebelmeg, S5 - Animal Ship: Pepperony Rating: Gen Major Tags: depression, Pepper cares, accidental alpaca acquisition Summary: Pepper has been doing her best to help Tony manage his depression after the Snap. A surprise encounter at the county fair gives her an idea for one more thing she can try... Word Count: 2530
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Title: Tony Stark/Iron Man Collaborator: needyoucap Card Number: 4029 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A3 - Free Space Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: ornament Summary: Tony Stark and Iron Man gingerbread ornaments
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Title: Chibi Iron Man Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 4034 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R4 -Â âI Love You 3000âł Ship: None Rating: Gen Major Tags: Cross stitch Summary: Cross stitch of a cute chibi Iron Man Word Count: N/A
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Title: [Podfic] Apprentice Collaborator: Juulna Card Number: 4065 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R4 - AU: Sci-fi/Futuristic Ship: None Rating: Teen Major Tags: Companions (Firefly), Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes, (10 mins), Tony Stark Bingo Mark IV, Alternate Universe - Science Fiction Summary: "To stay safe from his father, a young Tony Stark is sent away from his homeworld to train as a Companion. He catches the eye of Inara Serra, who grooms him into the man he will become."Â Based with permission on: Apprentice by @ladydarkphoenix-blog Podfic Length: 10 minutes
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Title: Diamonds Are a Girlâs Best Friend Collaborator: camichats Card Number: 4049 Link: AO3 Square Filled: Chapter 1: S5-Hindsight Chapter 2: A5-Bed Sharing Chapter 3: R4- âWho, me?â Chapter 4: A1-I Love You 3000 Chapter 5: K2-Mirror Image Ship: Wanda Maximoff/Tony Stark Rating: Explicit Major Tags: Sugar Daddy/Baby relationship, Age Difference, Sexual Content Summary: Wanda ends up as Tony Stark's sugar baby to help get her through college. Getting into that relationship was the last thing she expected and falling in love came as a surprise to both of them. Word Count: 14,793
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Title: Call This Bliss Collaborator: iam93percentstardust Card Number: 4012 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R4 - Polyamory or Open Relationship Ship: Stuckony Rating: E Major Tags: Warlord AU, A/B/O Dynamics, Explicit Sexual Content Summary: Steven notices it first: a gradual sweetening of Tonyâs scent from something warm and homey to alluring and intoxicating. It takes him a few days to realize what it means. In all the months Tony has been here in Sauoa with them, heâs never once had a heat. This isnât unusual for omegas. Heats can be affected by anything, ranging from exercise to stress and everything in between. And Tony had certainly been stressed in the first few months after coming to the village. Itâs no wonder he hasnât had a heat before this. Word Count: 4174
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Title: You Want a Battle? Hereâs a War Collaborator: deehellcat Card Number: 4028 Link: AO3 Square Filled: K4 - Expats Ship: Pre-WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, On the Run, Secret Identities, Alternate Universe - Hydra Won (Marvel), pre-Winteriron Summary: Two strangers running from the same threat meet and consider an alliance (on more levels than one). Word Count: 2185
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Title: I die with variety - Chapter 4 Collaborator: simi Card Number: 4066 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A4 - Obadiah Stane/Iron Monger Ship: IronHusbands Rating: Explicit Major Tags: major character death, immortality in a way but it will end at some time, explicit sexual content, deaths in various, graphic circumstances, violence, alcohol poisoning, terminal illness. Summary: The first time that Tony dies, he is four and heâs building his very first circuit board from scratch. Heâs connecting the finished product to the multimeter to check the voltage, the current and resistance, when a lead slips, a shock ricochets up through his spine, and he sees black.Heâs on his back, when his eyes flutter open, and heâs staring up at the ceiling. He gets up, frowning, rubbing at his eyes, and then, he sees the frayed wire on the end of the multimeter.Huh, he thinks and moves on almost immediately. Word Count: 4026
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2019 Fic in Review
Inspired by @myevilmouse Iâm going to sum up all the writing Iâve been up to the past year. Iâm really proud of what Iâve accomplished, and thanks to you all for the encouragement to put my ideas out into the world! This has been a year of trying new things, and really growing as an author I feel⌠And wow according to AO3 Iâve written about 400k words in the past 12 months, damn. So letâs get to the list, going from the beginning of the year to the end, and as always please heed the tags on these before reading.
Note: As I go back, Iâm realizing a lot of the links were messed up or are just straight missing. I am on the Mobile App so things can get messy. Please visit my works page on AO3 HERE to see all of these on my page under JessKo and my other pseuds.
1 Late Night at the Slab
Idea: Filling a prompt for the Thryce server in which some, uh, unique Chiss anatomy was assigned.
Result: A 3-way with Thrawn, Arihnda, and Eli and my first foray into the more Xeno side of things in a Modern AU setting. Yeehaw!
2 The Trouble With Free-Roaming Ysalamiri
Idea: Based on some adorable ysalamiri cuddles art by @strength-through-order I wanted to write some Thranto fluff.
Result: Ysalamiri-filled Thranto fluff XâD
3 Inquisitorâs Debt
Idea: What if the Grand Inquisitor changed sides at the end of Rebels season 1?
Result: Some fun throwbacks with Obi-Wan and Caleb Dume leading up to Quizzy defecting with Ezra.
4 Ancient Stems
Idea: Eli Week drabbles based on the Vanto Week prompts.
Result: A silly buzz droid narrative with Thrawn and some cute slice of life Eli backstory/Ascendancy days bits.
5 Charnsuka
Idea: Kinky stuff with Lord Garmadon when heâs an Anacondrai.
Result: Kinky stuff with Lord Garmadon when heâs an Anacondrai. Sorry Zane!
6 Caged Like Prized Birds
Idea: Again inspired by the awesome Chiss anatomy and Thrux drawings by @strength-through-order , I wanted to craft a narrative around Armitage, as a young man, stumbling upon a clone of Thrawn.
Result: Man, this might just be one of my favorite things Iâve ever written, had so much fun plotting it out and the smut is mmm! Tentacles everywhere~ Iâve gone back to re-read this a lot, Iâll admit it. I hope you all enjoyed it too.
7 Quiet On Set
Idea: Must. Write. Talos.
Result: A cute little platonic x-reader with everyoneâs favorite Skrull. This was my first MCU fic too.
8 Diagnostic
Idea: Wanted to apologize to Zane for the damages done in Charnsuka with some Glacier shipping fluff.
Result: A silly glacier thing leading to a bit of foolery. Iâm happy with it!
9 Heron Soaring
Idea: A continuation of the plot line from Heron Rising with Kanan and Thrawn.
Result: Too many feels⌠but some great sex to soften the blow, Kanera too!
10 Patron
Idea: Responding to a tumblr prompt from @wukeskywalker regarding Thrawn commissioning LOADS of artworks of Eli.
Result: More Thranto fluff! I see a trend hereâŚ
11 Black Heron
Idea: Kanan x Pryce for @myevilmouse , I think this was our first âcollaborationâ on something!
Result: Juahir hires a special someone to show Arihnda a good time!
12 Red Heron
Idea: @star-wars-rebels-4 is always an amazing wealth of ideas for Grand Inquisitor, and encouraged a work featuring him and Kanan.
Result: Delicious back alley smut when an undercover Jedi is caught!
13 Warm Homecoming
Idea: Give my and a friend's OCs some cute fluff.
Result: OC fluff and a vacation to Hoth!
14 sowing the seeds
Idea: Add something cute to the spank war project.
Result: Another contender for my âfavorite thing Iâve ever writtenâ rank. Two chapters of pining, cooking lessons, and sweet slick smut.
15 Red Frost
Idea: After watching âThe Evil of Frankensteinâ with @sneakybunyip âs amazing movie night group, I wanted to do something fun with Victor and Hans.
Result: A fun little adventure fic with some huddling for warmth to boot. Victor and Hans are the hammer-horror-verse Thranto send tweet.
16 a setting sun to hide the ruins
Idea: What if I tortured Kanan to the point he turned evil and joined the Inquisitors (and went a little insane in the process)
Result: Instead of torture, letâs just use some serum that drives him mad. Perfect. Smut ahoy, pretty much a dead dove type fic.
17 Pinktown
Idea: When browsing abandoned towns in Florida, I came across Flamingo⌠what if Thrawn had been exiled here instead.
Result: An alternate history of Thrawnâs exile and eventual discovery by the Empire. Huge thanks for @badgerandk on this one for the perfect epilogue and beta.
18 the sun rises to only illuminate the stranger i have become
Idea: Setting sun⌠part 2! But itâs actually what happens before sun?
Result: How Kanan ended up where he is for âa setting sunâ... lots of imp smut and again, it's sort of a dead dove style fic.
19 Frozen Over
Idea: Arâalani x Eli Vanto
Result: Somehow me and my writing partner ended up at sensory deprivation focus on this one.
20 Shape of Honor
Idea: Well, this one started in 2018 but âfinishedâ in 2019. Still working on the epilogue. Lots of tweaks⌠If you are not familiar, this is my AU in which it explores how the Thrawn novel and Rebels show would be altered if Palpatine distrusted Thrawn from their first meeting and accused him of being a Chiss spy. Vaguely inspired by the film The Shape of Water.
Result: Well it's nearly a novel now, isnât it. This was a great adventure in learning how to create compelling story arcs. Iâm extremely satisfied with how it is shaping (lol) up.
21 Datura Stamonium
Idea: Thrawnbine ovi smut.
Result: Oops it has plot now, a whole backstory with Eli and such and so fourth. Will need further stories toldâŚ
22 Desert Entropy
Idea: Luke/Wedge modern AU shenanigans.
Result: Also pulled Nath/Wyl and the Rogue Squad/Alphabet Squad peeps into this. Set in Vegas, Luke and Wedge meet and have a cute little romance, but some legal troubles set them back (Palpatine, as always, is That Bitchâ˘) Very happy ending!
23 The Great Eli and Thrawn Prank War
Idea: See Chapter 1: Mullet Thrawn
Result: This thing really grew up, and thanks to all the contributors for allowing me to join in! My contributions were: 7-Bombs Away! In which a bit of drama brews and Thrawn makes a paint bomb that forces him and Eli back into being roomates. 11-Tooka Troube 2: Electric Boogaloo in which Eli finds his quarters slowly filling up with Tooka plush toys, and then something huge goes off in supply. 17-The Bitch is Back In which who knew Thrawn could sing?!
24 Clipped Wings to Keep Us from Flying
Idea: Continuing the story line from Caged Like Prized Birds
Result: Dragging Eli and the OG Thrawn into this, seeing that their stories were left untold in the first work. Also Armitage and the clone are up to all sorts of cool things. Still a WIP, on the list to keep working on this year!
25 Iâll do what I can.
Idea: Some Ronan/Krennic feels post Treason
Result: A Ronan character study that I really needed to get out of my system and finally a stable alliance between Krennic and Thrawn!
26 Purple Heron
Idea: @punk--kenobi and I concocted some fun Kanan/Zeb/Hera smut featuring Lasat heat cycles.
Result: Ah this came out so cool, full of emotion and wonderful imagery. Massive kudos to @punk--kenobi for beta-ing my portion and contributing some of the best smut one can find!
27 Ninjago Angst Week 2019
Idea: Do some 1-shots for Ninjago Angst Week
Result: ow right in the feels. Each character got a highlight in their own âdark retelling of a canon or canon adjacent eventâ chapter.
28 Vertigo
Idea: Thingâs donât go right planetside for Eli, Pik, and Waffle in Treason.
Result: Big oof. I hope Eli can one day forgive me⌠I even put strain on the end game Thranto! Bittersweet ending and lots of angst.
29 More Than Just a Treat
Idea: What is Obi Wan up to in the desertâŚ
Result: Aunt Beau and baby Luke baked him cookies obviously!
30 Datura Metel
Idea: Continuing the Datura cycleâŚ
Result: Just how Eli ended up where he did in the first installation.
31 Here & Now
Idea: Some Thranto Fluff! For @jewelliffer
Result: A camping trip for shore leave! And a marriage proposal for extra sugar.
32 Monster Under the Bed
Idea: Benevolent Boogeyman Chiss
Result: Modern AU Thranto spooky sillies. Bit of an intense climax but they talk it out!
33 Haunted by Sentiment
Idea: Nath is in denial of being the Squad Dad for @glassprowlers
Result: Nathâs very bad no good oh so terrible day! It's very silly and I really like how it ended up, the title is way more serious than the story itself XD
34 Pulse
Idea: Werewolf AU Lavashipping
Result: Oops Kai is a werewolf! Good thing Cole is here to help him figure out how to press on.
35 Stories from Area 51
Idea: remember the raid Area 51 meme? I do! Gotta clap them alien cheeks!
Result: Oh no it got PLOTTY! Pretty much all of my favorite characters and ships cherry-picked and plopped down into a Men In Black style facility in the middle of the desert. I really have a thing for the desert huhâŚ
36 Good Day
Idea: The âtruthâ behind the âGood day, Lieutenant Vantoâ from Thrawn in Treason.
Result: Oh stars the FEELS! Thrawn is in deep water and he KNOWS IT! GAH!
37 Fur Ball
Idea: Chiss are mogwai/gremlinsâŚ
Result: Silly Thranto fluff. Thrass shows up too! Feeding them after midnight is actually a good idea here⌠Grow your own ideal man!
38 Came Back Haunted
Idea: A mission fic centered around the @peters-pumpkin-day prompts.
Result: Ice planet survival with Tarkin, Krennic, Galen, and Ronan.
39 Sewn Together
Idea: This drawing actually is what lead to the fic-
Result: A fairly unique reuniting of Thrawn and Eli after both return to the Ascendancy.
40 Spiked Heron
Idea: Oh no⌠Kanan gets himself in deep poodoo this time.
Result: Devaronians really like humans huh? The next chapter is half way written I swear it is coming soon!
41 A Colder Embrace
Idea: Thrawn/Purrgil/Ezra and Luke/Wampa for SW Rare Pairs.
Result: It's very cold on Hoth⌠and even colder in space.
42 Surround
Idea: Luke/Wedge for SW Rare Pairs
Result: Luke has to confront Wedge post ESB regarding what is, essentially, his deserting the Rebels.
43 What Happens PlanetsideâŚ
Idea: Eli/Pik/Waffle for SW Rare Pairs
Result: heheh a scrumptious Eli sandwich! And surprise tentacles because, well, why not?
44 Hesperidium
Idea: Fluffy Kylux for the Kylux Secret Santa event
Result: Ah its so sweet you might get a cavity
45 Reanimator
Idea: Lovecraftian eldritch horror Thranto
Result: This is the sort of project that it takes 2 months to fine tune each chapter, so bear with me, but I can promise a wonderful, creepy ride is ahead!
46 Floral
Idea: Luke/Faro for SW Rare Pairs. Enjoy the Jedi lovinâ, @myevilmouse
Result: Sex pollen and accidentally defecting from the Empire. Whoops!
47 The Harch
Idea: Bouncing off of THIS art by @mamidlo , we worked together to create this plot. Very much inspired by the Hammer Horror films, such as Dracula and Frankenstein.
Result: A fun and spooky romp of Kallus and Zeb getting trapped in a creepy castle featuring mind controlled drones and a species-obsessed Harch. This was my first time posting the entire story at once, too!
Wow, I can not believe how much has been written this year. Thank you all again for reading and kudos-ing and your amazing comments. Iâd not be here without the support and love <3 Cheers to 2020 and much more fic ahead!
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(Preferably all batfam related else I'd be clueless :P) 4, 8, 15, 29, 30, 37, 40 alternative ending to 'On Fashions & Small Fry' đđ
4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?
I literally just had an idea this morning about little snapshots in which Damian crawls into Dickâs bed to kind of show the break of outer and inner lives and what we project to the world (day) and how we feel inside (night). That sounds like a lot of hogwash bc mostly I just wanted to do a cute thing with Dick and Damian being brothers
8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes youâve written and explain why youâre proud of it.
from birds all sing:
Several minutes passed, Tim looking at the man he had known as a father for several years, brow furrowed in consideration.
"What else?" Bruce finally said. He let his voice soften. "What else do you need?" Tim met his eyes. Bruce's fists clenched.
So young.
"...The roti."
What?
"What?"
"The roti bread?" Tim repeated. "I was thinking maybe the zucchini but no, I definitely want the roti."
Bruce stood there, adrenaline seeping out of his bones.
"That's it?" he asked brusquely, not a little annoyed to be put through the emotional ringer in under five minutes.
"Yeah," Tim nodded. He almost beamed at the thought of the upcoming food. "That's it. Thanks, Bruce!"
"Don't mention it," he growled, marching out the office.
Itâs not perfect, but I like it because it makes me laugh. My humor has a lot to do with timing, so when I manage to get the timing right I find it very funny
15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?
Good question! I wouldnât really choose any of my fics to be filmed, but I would love my âversionâ of batcat to have a film presence. Other than that, I would probably want either bratkid or star wars domestic AU to be filmed, but I would make them original work. I like the idea of family coming together and getting to love one another. Itâs an after school special!
29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
Oh man Iâm kind of shit at imagining things beyond what the author intends. My friend Hobbs has a world she lets me play in sometimes, so I write little snippets of fanfic of her stuff.
30. Do you accept prompts?
When I say theyâre open, yeah, kind of. I donât get paid for writing, itâs not like a commission, so if I like the idea Iâll do it or incorporate it into whatever Iâm writing. Itâs free real estate babey
37. Talk about your current wips.
Thereâs too manyyyyyy
Iâll talk about what I need to do
birds all sing: start the first fight. make it organic, not off the cuff. donât be overt but not too subtle.
crack fic: research you dumb bint. you are literally not writing this because you donât want to research. why. normally you love research. you just donât want to look up what writing up reports looks like. itâs probably online. just do it.
40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).
OHO, okay! Long answer
This was actually supposed to be a full fic, I had a lot planned for it but it got so large that I was like âhmmmâ and didnât do it. It had like 4 âactsâ as to how the story went
Anyhow, the fic starts out how Damian wants to go to Sacramento with Bruce, because Bruce said he would take him last week, but then Bruce says no. He wonât explain why, but heâs obviously not mad at Damian, so Damian canât figure it out. Damian ends up facecalling him and he can see Talia in the background. He promptly flips out, throws his phone at the wall, breaks it, destroys the room, then kind of has a breakdown wherein he just sits in the tub fully clothed with his shoes on đ
Tim sits with him, then Damian basically falls asleep so Tim goes to get Dick and Dick puts his boy to bed
Second act: Several days go by, and Damian is better, but as heâs sitting on the counter while Stephanie is cooking, she accidentally says something they were all keeping from him: Bruce went to Sacramento so that Talia could sign off on custody rights, lawyers are involved and everything.
Cue to Damian being like âwhatâ and marching off. Damian then concocts this scheme in which he tells Dick that he really wanted to see Dallas, that father was going to take him, please he wants to see the rodeo, etc. Dick gives in and decides theyâll take a brotherly bonding road trip! Yay!
But things start to go sour when neither one of them can mind their business in a seedy motel, and their relationship issues come to light. After this:
"No, damn it!" Dick slammed his hand against the doorframe. It rattled at its hinges. "You got your time, that's it, done, over. I take care of you, got it?"
"We're partners," Damian said, weakly.
Dick's eyes softened. He struggled inside himself, Damian could see. But just as a bubble of hope rose forth, it burst the next millisecond. Dick lowered his hands, head tucked low and shaking softly. "Not anymore we're not," he sighed.
then Damian uhhhh how does one say, drugs Dick so he can sneak out and take a plane to Sacramento.
He bursts into whatever meeting place Bruce and Talia are at and lambasts them for lying to him and such. Talia is like âhi sweetieâ and Bruce is like âb o iâ and Damian ends by saying he gets to leave first because they always leave whenever they wanted, so now he gets to leave THEM
So he angry-walks to a park and sits down on a bench and stews
Then Dick BURSTS in and is like âis he here?????â and Bruce is like âyou let your eleven year old brother get on a plane himself?!â and Dick is like âthat little SHIT drugged me, I didnât let him do anythingâ and they all sort of talk about the best thing for Damian
Damian comes back after a day on the town in which he really doesnât have all that much fun, and comes back and everyone is like âokay letâs all be mature about this and talk, no secretsâ
And it turns out
Talia is dying
So Damian is bewildered and mad that he canât be mad, sheâs dying, sheâs dying and she doesnât even get to see him without Bruceâs approval, etc
So they work out what would be best for Damian WITH Damianâs input, thank you very much
(also Bruce is like âWe acknowledge that we werenât the best but if you EVER do that againââ)
Third act is in which the new normal is strange, because Damian is visiting Talia but itâs like when he was a very young child again, because sheâs not trying to impart survival wisdom, sheâs just his mom. And Damian is sort of dealing with the remnants of trauma, and is upset because why couldnât it have been like this all the time, but he CANâT be upset because sheâs dying and despite his unwillingness to go back over his trauma it crops up and Talia has a lot to make up for. Raâs appears in his crazy old way, because sheâs his favorite child and sheâs dying and Damian and Raâs basically get to sit in a hospital waiting room together and have a stilted conversation on who they are and what family even means
Anyhow Damian is really starting to get along with Talia, which concerns Bruce because. sheâs dying. Damian is going to be gutted. So he slowly kind of tries to make it so Damian isnât as attached (dumb but itâs Bruce) and Damian gets angry and runs away to visit his mother in the French Riviera. They have a wonderful time but then Bruce goes to get him and Damian is mad at him. But Talia says âyou need to listen to your fatherâ and Damian realizes that Bruce is the only parent heâs going to have, heâs not going to have his mom anymore.
So yeah, thereâs still another act that I didnât finalize but thatâs a rough summary of everything!!
And Talia was going to have an illness exacerbated by the Lazarus pits, like caused by it. It was basically going be CreutzfeldtâJakob disease equivalent in the DC universe. So yeah, she canât come back lol
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canât breathe when you touch my sleeve - chapter 3
pairing: dan howell/phil lester
rating: e (eventually)
warnings: none
tags: alternate universe, slow burn, fluff & humour, tiny bit of inner turmoil wrt sexuality but trust me itâs not that deep, eventual smut, idiots in love
word count: 3,385 for this chapter (12,653 total)
summary: Dan keeps making a fool of himself in interviews, to the point where itâs basically a meme. Now heâs got to sit down for the better part of an hour and sell his show to the YouTuber heâd had a massive crush on when he was a teenager.
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Dan has been dreading the seemingly-inevitable call from his family, now that filmed interviews are being uploaded and live interviews are starting in the next few days, so heâs almost disappointed when it never comes.
Surely his parents know heâs in London. Thereâs promotion for his show on a couple different channels they watch, and his dad has always been fairly good at keeping up with entertainment news. Adrian follows him on Instagram, but - and Dan isnât proud of this - he canât remember if Adrian still lives in Wokingham or not. He canât even remember how old Adrian is without doing the math.
So maybe they havenât been keeping up with Netflix shit, maybe Adrian isnât home to tell their parents that heâs in town, but surely, surely some well-meaning friend of the family will say something? Thatâs always been the case when he comes to town.
After almost a whole week, though, Dan cracks. He calls his mum. It goes to voicemail.
That makes him panic a little, but she texts him an, at work ⌠call you when Iâm home x. So, questionable ellipses usage aside, Dan is comfortably reassured that his entire family isnât dead.
Dan busies himself with catching up on the Heatwave cast interviews he hasnât watched yet. Patrick doesnât like to watch them and Jaime couldnât give a shit one way or the other, but Dan is unable to allow a video of him to exist without knowing exactly what it contains. Thatâs a control thing, mostly, but he also doesnât want to be blindsided by a new Daniel Interview Meme that he doesnât understand.
He types his own name into the YouTube search bar and feels his heartrate pick up when he sees a thumbnail from BBC Radio One.
Thinking about Phil makes his heart race like heâs a teenager with a crush, and he presses play just so he can listen to Phil talk. He can barely remember what he said in the interview, so completely caught up in Philâs eyes and grin as heâd been.
The interview itself is good. Nothing special, in terms of the actual things they talk about, but Dan can feel the difference in the way he speaks to Phil versus the way heâs spoken to anyone else - comfort. He had been so immediately comfortable with their back-and-forth, only awkward because heâd been trying so hard not to think about what Phil looked like under his nice clothes.
Dan wonders if anyone else can see the difference or if he only notices because heâs so attuned to his own body language, has the advantage of knowing the whole context.
He scrolls idly through the comments and feels heat rise to his face.
Yeah. People noticed.
Lots of comments are just about Dan or the show or the lack of Patrick or Jaime, but thereâs more than a few that are about Dan and Philâs apparent chemistry. Phil, being an out gay man with no partner and a fanbase, probably has to deal with these types of comments all the time, but itâs new for Dan.
Dan shakes his head to try and clear it. He doesnât want to get stuck in YouTube comments and feel impotent irritation every time someone replies, âuh, Daniel Howell is straightâ, like they know him. Like heâs ever said that.
Heâs been photographed with women, because heâs casually dated them over the past decade, but heâs never said heâs straight. And it never works out with them anyway.
Dating girls is fine - theyâre all softness and little sighs and hands that look so extremely small wrapped in his own - but he doesnât think he can ever be with one for a significant amount of time. That thought is one he usually keeps locked in his mental box, but. He doesnât shy away from it this time.
Even if he could admit it to himself proper, itâs easier for Dan to just not talk about it publicly. He hasnât dated anyone seriously enough for it to be an issue in ten years. Nobody needs to know that every time heâs inside a woman he remembers why it never progresses past that.
Itâs fine. Itâs always fine. Itâs just, if heâs completely honest with himself, 'fineâ isnât what he wants to settle for.
âMoot point anyway,â Dan mumbles to himself, clicking over to Philâs channel for a distraction. âNot like youâre gonna do anything about it, you big fucking coward.â
Phil has uploaded the video he told Dan about when Dan was busy trying not to stare at his mouth. Itâs such a welcome distraction that Dan almost doesnât clock the title and thumbnail for the buffoonery they are.
IS MY DOG PSYCHIC?
The title doesnât change when Dan blinks. Neither does the image of Thor, edited to be wearing round glasses in front of a crystal ball.
âWhat,â Dan says, clicking on the video before any of it really sinks in.
âHi guys,â says Phil. He already looks like heâs trying not to laugh. âI know you read the title and youâre like, what, but I promise it is not clickbait! As Iâm sure many of you know, my grandma had 'the giftâ, and sometimes I think she passed it on to me. The question is, did I pass it on to my son?â
Phil pulls an over-exaggerated thoughtful expression and then breaks, giggling and shaking his head at himself.
âI know itâs stupid, but, I also figured it might be funny? I dunno, you tell me.â
Itâs exactly as silly as Dan expects it to be. Phil sits on his floor with Thor while the dog 'readsâ his tarot cards. Dan can see why this video gave Phil a hard time in editing. There are a lot of close ups of Thor and the cards, filmed more like a comedy skit than a vlog.
He finds himself laughing along and getting way too invested in what the tarot cards mean, and he knows first hand how much work Phil put into this, so Dan clicks the share button before he can overthink it.
tbh watching amazingthorgi do anything could make a believer out of me, he tweets alongside the link.
Most of America is asleep still, but that doesnât stop hundreds of people replying. Danâs really got nothing better to do while he waits for his mum to call, so he settles in to respond to some of them. He makes a couple bad jokes, commiserates with some of them over not being able to have a dog yet, and ignores any mention of Phil.
Maybe thatâs childish of him. He is sharing Philâs work, after all. He sighs and replies to an innocuous question about how he knows Phil. met during this and then he let me meet his dog so now heâs not getting rid of me, Dan says with a link to the BBC Radio One interview.
His phone chirps with a Twitter notification and he taps it warily, still scrolling through replies on his laptop.
@AmazingPhil @danielhowell You saw his face now youâre a believer? Heâll tell your fortune anytime! Itâs accompanied with dog and sparkle and crystal ball and, inexplicably, sock emojis.
Dan laughs, the sound of it almost surprising him. Itâs impossible not to feel some kind of way when Phil is the way he is, so cheerful and dorky and fun.
He likes the tweet, but responds by messaging Phil - do you have me on notif or are you just always online - because he doesnât want to add any more fuel to the fire that is Twitter stans. He can already imagine the argument threads about his sexuality that he usually tries so hard to avoid.
The thought of strangers picking apart something heâs not even comfortable with himself is abhorrent, makes him itch, and he puts on some older AmazingPhil videos to calm himself back down.
That depends
on?
Which one is lamer lmao
Philâs voice filling the lonely hotel room and his words taking up space on Danâs screen where something anxiety-inducing might have otherwise been is almost enough to make Dan as comfortable as Philâs physical presence does.
Almost. Itâs unreal how much Dan wants to reach through both of his screens to pull Phil closer.
Dan hides his smile in his hand, even though nobody is around to see it, and replies, tbh those are equally lame so you might as well go with the truth
I was on Twitter anyway. I really shouldnât be, Iâm supposed to be responding to emails. Phil keeps typing, then stops, then repeats that process a few times before he finally adds, I should go do that, but you can call or facetime me if you want to keep talking or whatever? Itâs easier not to type/text while Iâm doing emails lol
And, in a third message, a string of numbers. Philâs phone number.
Well, that sounds better than using Philâs videos as background noise. Dan shuts his laptop and gets out of bed to fuss with his hair.
âYouâre such an idiot,â he tells his judgemental reflection. It, thankfully, does not respond.
Once heâs gotten his hair into some semblance of order - itâs mostly still straight from yesterday, but it got all sleep-mussed and a bit wavy in the front overnight - Dan tosses on a shirt and video calls the number Phil gave him.
Phil picks up with a big grin and sleepy eyes, and Dan almost hangs up on him to stop the heart palpitations in their tracks. âHi!â
âHey, you just wake up?â Dan asks, getting comfortable in the hotel room armchair. It feels weird to lie back down in bed while theyâre chatting. Phil is at his desk, phone propped up so he can use both hands to type. His glasses are a little crooked and his shirt is too big on him, exposing his collarbones whenever he leans forward. Unfortunately, he looks like serious wank material right now.
âYeah, had my first coffee already, though,â says Phil. âYou would not like me before my coffee.â
âBarely like you now, mate,â Dan says to try and hide his blush at the idea of seeing Phil first thing in the morning. Phil just laughs. Itâs tinny through Danâs phone speaker, but it still makes Dan feel warm.
âYouâre awfully chatty for someone who doesnât like me,â says Phil.
âIâm only bored, donât flatter yourself,â says Dan. âMy mumâs supposed to call me in a few hours, so Iâm just kind of waiting around til then.â
âOh, yeah, you havenât had the chance to go home yet, have you?â Philâs tongue pokes out between his teeth as he concentrates on whatever heâs reading. âMy mum would be going out of her gourd. When was the last time you went home?â
Dan doesnât really like the way that Phil keeps calling it 'home.â Wokingham hasnât been home in a very long time.
He doesnât want to get into that, though, so he just shrugs. âUh, Christmas?â
âDan,â Phil says, looking appalled. âItâs August.â
âI donât live here,â says Dan. âAnd Iâm busy. My family gets it.â
Phil hums, a little disapproving still. Dan has to bite his tongue so he doesnât say anything scathing, reminding himself that some people actually like their parents.
Itâs not that Dan doesnât love them, because he does, itâs just. Complicated.
âDo you get to see your family often?â Dan asks, desperate to get the attention off of how shit a son he is.
âNot as often as Iâd like,â says Phil. He sounds so genuinely sad about it, like he really would like nothing more than to go visit his parents every weekend. âMy brother lives in town, so I see him a lot.â
âI didnât know you had a brother.â
âYeah, heâs -â Phil cuts himself off, then, and gives Dan an apologetic sort of look through his screen. âYou donât want to hear about my family.â
âI do,â Dan says, and heâs surprised by how much he means it. He shifts in the armchair. It isnât that comfortable. âDude, I already know every song on your iTunes, whatâs so weird about telling me stuff about your family? They clearly mean a lot to you.â
He has no idea how to interpret the expression on Philâs face, but whatever it is shifts into a smile as he turns back to his computer. âOkay, his nameâs Martyn, heâs older than me, we work together -â
This time, Dan cuts him off. âYou do? I havenât seen him on your channel.â
âHeâs not really interested in being on camera. We actually run IRL Merch together, although honestly itâs mostly Martyn.â
Phil explains the business to Dan, who feels himself getting more and more awed by the amount of stuff Phil does on any given day. It isnât just sitting in front of his camera and then in front of his computer for a handful of hours.
Granted, Dan never thought that being a YouTuber was easy, or everyone would do it, but Phil seems to add things onto his plate that he doesnât really need to do.
Dan listens for a little while, changing positions in the armchair a few times before he gives up and flops back onto the bed.
âPhil,â he says, holding his phone high above his head and making a face at the angle. Itâs fine, really, Phil has barely been glancing at him this whole time. Now that Dan has some kind of idea about the number of people Phil works with, he gets the hours of emails thing. âDo you ever take a break? Hang out with your friends?â
âWhat friends?â Phil jokes, but Dan senses thereâs some truth behind it.
âOkay, first of all,â says Dan, âbig mood.â
Philâs laugh seems like itâs surprised out of him, and his eyes flick to his phone again. They linger on Dan for a long moment before turning away again. Although, to be fair, that may be lag from shitty hotel wifi. âIs it?â
âYeah, man, like Iâve got any fucking friends. Second of all, you need to take some breaks or youâre going to burn the fuck out.â
âTrust me, I know,â says Phil.
âI know Thor already reminds you to take breaks,â says Dan. âBut he canât force you to. I can.â
âYouâre gonna force me to take breaks?â Phil hums, his eyebrows raising. âHow exactly are you going to manage that when youâre back in Atlanta?â
âI can be very annoying with nothing but an internet connection,â Dan promises. âYou wanna see?â
âNo, no, I believe you, and I need to get this done, please donât.â
They both laugh, quiet, and Dan curls up on his side to just watch Phil work for a little while. Phil runs his fingers through his hair every so often and mouths along to whatever he types. Dan has no idea how one person can simultaneously be the hottest and the most adorable thing ever.
âI have a brother too,â Dan offers.
âDo you?â Phil asks, more surprised than Dan expects him to be. âThatâs not on your Wikipedia.â
âHe doesnât like the attention,â says Dan. Itâs a half-truth. Most of what he says about his family are half-truths. âBut youâre not, like, a stan account or the media or whatever.â
âTechnically, I am both,â Phil jokes. âIâll keep it to myself, though, donât worry.â
Dan isnât worried. He trusts Phil not to go blabbing about him on the radio, even with something as small as Adrianâs existence.
It feels a little strange to trust someone so immediately, and part of Dan wants to pull back, put some distance between them, because the combination of trust and a deepening crush can only spell disaster. Heâs not going to do that. Heâs only got Phil nearby for another two weeks.
After theyâve finished their media circus in London, then Edinburgh, then Dublin, Dan is off to France with Patrick and Jaime. Theyâre only hitting a handful of international media press, but thatâs more than they were asked to do last year. Itâs exciting to be expanding this way, to have something to point to and say, 'I did that before I was 30â.
And when theyâre done with the press tour, Dan⌠goes home. Back to Atlanta, where his apartment is being sublet during his summer travelling.
They donât even know yet if Heatwave will get a fourth season. Itâs a bit of an industry joke that Netflix shows rarely make it past the third. Dan doesnât even want to consider how Atlanta will feel without a steady filming job down the street.
Probably not much like home. Nowhere feels all that much like home, if Danâs honest.
âHey, you still with me?â
Dan blinks away the doom and gloom of his uncertain future and refocuses on the conversation heâs supposed to be a part of. Phil is looking at him now, the sort of undivided attention that makes Danâs cheeks burn.
âYeah, sorry,â says Dan. âIâm still here. Have you made a dent in those emails?â
Not the most graceful change of subject, but Phil allows it with a small snort. âNo, for I am Sisyphus, doomed to answer a dozen emails only for another dozen to arrive.â
âMaybe if you didnât have, like, three jobs, this wouldnât be a problem,â Dan points out. âI get maybe two important emails a day. Itâs great.â
âMaybe,â says Phil. Heâs still just looking at Dan, his chin resting on an open palm.
âWhat?â Dan asks, feeling a smile tug at his lips.
Phil smiles back, brighter. âNothing.â
Thereâs a warmth in his face, visible even through the mediocre FaceTime quality, that makes Danâs stomach twist all up in knots. He doesnât know how to handle that at all. âMy mumâs calling I gotta go bye,â he says in one breath, hanging up before Phil can even react.
While he waits for his heart to stop pounding, Dan stares at the hotel ceiling and wonders what the fuck is wrong with him.
â
Danâs mum does call, eventually. Heâs been fucking around on Guild Wars and cursing the wifi for god only knows how long, refusing to check his phone so he doesnât have to be faced with another message - or the lack of one - from Phil. Dan finishes the raid and then calls his mum back.
âDaniel, hi,â she says, sounding frazzled in the way she always seems to.
âHey, mum.â It feels weird, now that heâs got her on the phone, but he pushes past that discomfort. âI was just calling to let you know that Iâm in London.â
The sound of a door slamming comes through before his mum says, âWell, yes, dear. I know that.â
She doesnât sound upset with him. More than anything, she sounds confused. Like she doesnât know why heâs even telling her this. Like it hasnât even occurred to her to nag her son for a visit. Dan has to swallow past a lump in his throat, not sure why he wishes she was angry.
âOh,â he says. Allows a long moment of quiet to pass, just in case she wants to explain herself. She doesnât. âWell. Okay. Do you - are you busy weekend after next? I could come see you before we leave for the continent.â
âThatâs quite short notice, dear,â his mum says, and Dan experiences a dizzying rush of relief and distress before she continues. âBut Iâm sure I can make some time for dinner.â
Dan exhales. Dinner. He can do dinner.
âThat sounds good,â he says. Another half-truth. âIâll text you?â
âYes, yes,â his mum says, already sounding distracted. âText me and weâll make a proper plan. Work hard til then, okay? I love you.â
âI love you too. Bye.â
The call ends almost as abruptly as his call with Phil, but Dan is okay with that.
im going to see my fam before i leave england jsyk, Dan texts to Phil. Phil sends him celebratory emojis in response. And maybe dinner with his family will be horrible, maybe it will be great, most likely it will be slightly uncomfortable, but at least he isnât disappointing Phil on top of everyone else heâs let down.
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Okay *cracks knuckles* letâs go! F, M, and S have already been taken from this list, so feel free to send in... B, C, D, or H, I guess. Yeehaw. This is really fucking long.
A: How did you come up with the title to [TMWCIFTC]? -- It started, as many things do, as a bad pun. The novel The Spy who Came In from the Cold was a cold-war spy thriller, about a British spy who goes over to East Germany as an apparent defect, except heâs actually there to spread misinformation and fuck shit up. He falls in love, becomes disillusioned with his superiors, and is shot dead over the corpse of his lover after climbing over to the east side of the wall. Needless to say, this is nowhere close to what happens in TMWCIFTC. I chose it early on because of the literal meaning: thereâs a moth(man), heâs coming in from the cold WV weather, boom shaka laka, we have a title. Over time, though, itâs evolved into another meaning. Indrid himself is coming in from an isolated, lonely existence: heâs rejoining the family that cut ties with him, heâs in love, heâs warm and safe. The moth sure did come in from the cold, and hopefully he stays that way.
E: If you wrote a sequel to [TMWCIFTC], what would it be about? -- Hm. Considering my entire TAZ fic career is a tangled hairball of sequels and prequels, I kind of have this base covered. At the moment, TCOS - aka The Children of Sylvain, the sequel to TMWCIFTC - is about three things: a Pine Guard road trip race against time and the feds, the Spanish Sylvan Inquisition That Nobody Expected (least of all Jake and Hollis, who have to set aside their differences and past conflicts to save Kepler - and who knows, maybe theyâll fall in love along the way), and Alexandra the Interpreter getting woke to Sylvan politics and doing what she can from the inside to change them. In other words, itâs going to be a massive sequel that is the finale of the Amnesty alternate universe Iâve created. Itâs this seriesâ Endgame. (That reminds me, I need an actual title for this collection of stories Iâm writing. The âTin Cinematic Universeâ doesnât quite have the ring to it that Iâd like.)
G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order? -- eh, it kind of depends. Itâs like a buffering bar on Youtube videos. I outline what I can until I run out of ideas, then start writing, then add outlines to the end, until the outline is complete and I just have to keep writing.
I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)? -- I donât have one for reading, but for writing, I fucking love structuring chapters around songs. Classical or otherwise, I love music. All my stories play in my head like a movie screen, and I just do my best to describe what Iâm seeing in my head with an accompanying score. Itâs not so much a guilty pleasure as it is a writing process. Frankly, I donât think I actually have a guilty pleasure; the act of writing itself is all the happiness I need.
J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic]. -- An alternate ending for The Devil Went Down To Georgia would be... interesting. It ended with Boyd-as-Jersey-Devil scaring the pants off some poor broke college kid, who stole his worthless fiddle; then he changed back, and he and Ned went on their merry way to go break into Aubreyâs house and send everything down the drain. If there was one thing that I could change in there, it would be how fast Ned ran. If he ran a little faster, he would have seen the alley; he would have witnessed Boyd turning into the Jersey Devil, or at least turning back into himself; and heâd get a very rude awakening as to what Sylvans are and that his partner (in crime, and everything that mattered) was a fucking cryptid. God, thatâd be a fun AU to write. Who knows, I might go do that someday.
K: Whatâs the angstiest idea youâve ever come up with? -- At the moment, the only angsty idea that Iâm actually conceptualizing is a Hollis/Jake angsty breakup for TSG. (Spoilers, I guess.) I once wrote a very grimdark ending to TMWCIFTC where everyone fell through the ice and drowned. It wasnât fun. Iâve also mentally killed off each Amnesty protagonist and NPC in various ways, but I never felt comfortable writing them down. I only write angst with a happy ending because those are the kinds of stories I need to hear.
L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting? -- 9 times out of 10, I just throw it into the void. I write as much as I can in big chunks, and then kind of hope for the best. TMWCIFTC, for example, is a completely unedited, unbetaed vomit draft. I usually do a quick reread of my oneshots to catch grammar and spelling errors, but other than that I just trust myself that itâs fine.
N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you? -- Can I get some kind of resolution for To the Edge of Night? Can I please get some kind of resolution for To the Edge of Night??? I was 14 chapters into that bastard before I a) became a more casual MCU fan and b) discovered TAZ. It was such a niche fic with such a niche structure - LOTR as galactic Asgardian propaganda to cover up Odinâs mistakes - that at some point I lost interest in it. I just saw Endgame though, so now I might get some inspiration for stuff to bastardize.
O: How do you begin a storyâwith the plot, or the characters? -- Characters. When coming up with character backstories, I can usually find ways to slot their lives together that necessitate a plot. I love character-driven stories, where their actions actually do shit and their words actually mean something, in favor of getting dragged along behind the plot like tin cans behind a car.
P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an âarchitectâ or a âgardenerâ? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?) -- Iâm definitely an architect, but in a really messy way. My friends can attest that I do an insane amount of planning for each story - often in their DMs, sorry about that, Fae, Cro, Indy and Aline đŹ - and all that usually ends up in a stream-of-consciousness rant outline on Google Drive. Knowing where the story is going helps me a lot, but the planning I do is definitely just building flower beds in which to sow seeds. Or building a greenhouse. I plan the bare bones of a story, and things get really wild within it, but it does follow a logical plot structure.
Q: How do you feel about collaborations? -- I have a lot of respect for the people who can successfully pull it off, but idk if iâd ever want to do one myself. I get really possessive of my stories and ideas and like to be the one in charge of their execution. That being said, some collabs have produced amazing stories. I donât mind reading collab fics, but actually being in a collab grates on me more than it should.
R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence? -- Iâm definitely influenced heavily by Neil Gaiman. I read American Gods and Good Omens a lot while I was trying to write TMWCIFTC; not only was it a good brain break, but I was able to pick up a lot of tips on scene pacing, concise yet expressive language, and character interactions. My creative wriitng professors have always told us to read so we know what to steal - not in terms of content, but in execution.Â
On the fanfic side, @miamaroo is a huge inspiration for me. Iâve been reading Northern Migration a lot recently, and I love how its canon divergence is so worldshaking and so complex, but is still familiar in nostalgic yet terrifying ways. I read it back in October, went, âHuh, I wanna do something that wild. And if miamaroo can do it then I sure as fuck can too,â and I started planning TMWCIFTC during that one month dead zone the McElroys took last year. Northern Migration is one of the best, most coherent, most stunning, and most incredibly written TAZ Balance AUs Iâve ever read, and if I hadnât read it, I wouldnât have been inspired to take the fuckall huge plunge into TMWCIFTC.
S: Any fandom tropes you canât resist? -- Bed sharing and cuddling, hand kissing, wrist kissing, whump, sympathetic villains. Canon divergent AUs are my absolute favorite things to both read and write. Anything that would turn me into Charlie Kelly slamming his finger on a bulletin board screaming, âCAROL,â is a fic I would give my life for.Â
T: Any fandom tropes you canât stand? -- Not a fan of a) woobification and b) flat villain characterization, to the point where the story is riding on villain tropes instead of an actual person or plot. Character nuance is always something I look for when I read. I donât usually get bitter about tropes, though; some stuff, when subverted, works really well. I fully subscribe to donât like, donât read, donât write, which is why I donât write anything that warrants AO3 content warning tags or an Explicit rating, in favor of focusing on plot. Every author has a reason for what they write and how - be it their level of experience, personal preference, or simply the joy of writing something and getting it out there - and I respect that. Within reason, of course.
U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much. --Â
@miamaroo, for reasons Iâve already discussed. My favorite TAZ Balance author hands down. Read Northern Migration and give it the love it deserves, or Iâm replacing all the faucets in your house with silly straws.
@transagentstern. Fae has a bunch of absolutely incredible fics and an amazing grasp on characterization. We come from the same place with AUs, in that canon is but the bare planks on which we put the drywall of our plot an characterization. They structure AUs and character backstories from the ground up in believable and emotionally raw ways. Also they have great music taste. I especially like their interpretation of Indrid in Moth to the Flame; he, like all the other characters in the story, is far from perfect, and his character arc is explored in relatable ways that I love to read.Â
@keplersheetz. Aline - theneonpineapple on AO3 - researches like a motherfucker and has a wealth of knowledge/experience/viewpoints to draw on, making author-author interactions with her an absolute delight. Sheâs also doing the lordâs work with rarepairs. Spin a wheel, find a ship, and sheâs probably written for it or at least conceptualized it. Reading her character studies and stories of the old Pine Guard - aka Mamaâs original crew, before the current PCs joined - is always a delight. Iâve also hashed out a lot of details for The Children of Sylvain, especially for Mr. Boyd Mosche, guilt-wracked Jersey Devil extraordinaire, with her help.Â
V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose? -- Not gonna lie, Iâm fine with a lot of stuff thatâs out there right now. Itâs been a hot few months since Iâve actually stopped to read fic, but from what I recall, most of the fics Iâve read have done a good job of keeping things intact.
W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones? -- The vaguer, the better. With really specific prompts, it usually feels as if the storyâs been written for me already; with vague, general prompts, I have more agency to explore my own ideas. Some accompanying detail is usually nice, though. For example, the coffee shop/college/flower shop AUs that @transagentsternâ wrote are my ideal prompt for drabbles: premise, a little bit of open-ended detail, clear explanation of whatâs going to happen while leaving the rest up to the imagination. Good stuff. If itâs for a long-form piece, though, I prefer full agency, or even just some time to lie facedown in the dirt and wait for an idea to strike me.
X: A character you enjoy making suffer. -- Yes.
Y: A character you want to protect. -- Tim.
Z: Major character deathâdo you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you canât tolerate? -- I do read lots of major character death, yeah, though not always for TAZ. Thereâs something cathartic about seeing a character die, but sometimes it sits wrong with me in ways that I donât like. As for writing, Iâd rather kill a character for a reason rather than for shock value/for the Feels, though said Feels can accompany the reason.Â
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JayTim Rec List 1/?
In an effort to extricate myself out of the deep, dark, dank cave that is the marvel cinematic universe (or just marvel in general) for more than two minutes, here is a list of jaytim fics that I recently read, enjoyed and or generally love under the read more.Â
Please remember to kudos/like/bookmark and tell the author how much you enjoyed their work!Â
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dick grayson, snooping? itâs more likely than youâd think by dragonryder94 Words: ~3k | Complete
dick knows that something is up between jason and tim. he just doesnât know what...not yet at least.
Comment: A Dick armed with memes and trying to have good olâ brotherly Bonding Moments⢠with Tim and Jason is just downright hilarious. A quick laugh and an absolute banger.
In Which Conner is Meddlesome for Tim's Own Good by GeneratorCat Words: ~2.7k | Complete
âHomecoming dance!â it proclaimed. âSaturday, Oct. 24thâ. And then, at the bottom some bastard had written, âDo you have your date yet?â
Tim wanted to scream because no, he didnât have his date yet, and he probably never would. He was too scared to ask them.
Comment: *slams fist on table* you have no idea how much I love high school aus goddamn and this is the cutest!! Do you want awkward teen angst? Kon being chill but also hilarious??? Tim making a fool of himself??? Then this is it. This wins all.
Plus note: Anything by GeneratorCat is great. Puns everywhere, a humour that will hurt your gut laughing, and a writing style thatâs tighter than Jasonâs abs.
do you wanna feel a little beautiful, baby by Sister Words: ~42k | Complete
"They're watching me," Jason says, when Daisy Mae has left.
"Who, the drag queens?" Tim says. His face is an inch from Jason's chest, and when the strobe lights flash their way he can see a drop of sweat moving down Jason's pecs. His mind feels staticky, bouncing from general outrage to a general desire to put his mouth on Jason's skin. He's too horny to be rational about any of this.
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Tim goes to a gay club and finds himself embroiled in one of Jason's cases. Glitter is involved. Also crises of morality. Also booty shorts.
Comment: Case fic, baby!!! Listen, I have many weaknesses and theyâre usually words starting with C and case fic happens to be one of them. The case was a riot, the secondary cast was a riot, and the jaytim was a blazing hot riot. This fic is lit from beginning to end. Guns, gangsters, glitter and gays everywhere. Really hits the G spot.
this pen was inked with the promise of you by clarityhiding Words: ~21k (4/5) | WIP
Everyone has a mark-match, someone whose mark will match their own. No matter what, you will always meet your match after your mark comes in and before you die, it's just a fact of life.
Tim's mark starts to come in the summer he turns twelve. Less than a week later, his match is dead. He doesn't meet anyone at all in the time between.
Comment: I usually steer away from a/b/o fics since gender dynamics is not my thing but this is a goodie. Iâve only read the first chapter of this but I already know this is going to be a great time!!! But by great time, I also mean in a dark senseâ @themandylionâ really hits the melancholic, listlessness, apathetic vibes of depression in the most wonderful, nuanced way, and when the emotions come, theyâre explosive. Plus, the world building is amazing, and this is all in one chapter!
Cats, Bats, Kittens, and Hatchlings by ThePackWantstheD Words: ~72k (18/?) | WIP
In which Selina finds Jason trying to steal Batman's tires and offers to make his sticky fingers a bit stickier, Bruce finds Tim taking pictures of him and thinks that an orphan can take care of an abandoned boy, and the boys learn that life is a lot easier when there's another sidekick around to talk to.
Comment: This fic took my broken heartâmy broken, fragmented, crowbar-shaped holed heartâand lovingly stuck cat shaped plasters all over it. This fic was sweeter than a raspberry mocha with one sugar and cream on top. This fic will probably give me diabetes faster than any sugar addiction. This fic is just pure and warm and will shield me through torrential storms. Itâs just that good.
Selina and Bruce as great mentor figures and Stray!Jason (not something I see quite often!) with Robin!Tim. Slow Burn.
Day 5: Fake/Pretend Relationship // Royalty AU by CatChan
Tim stayed deathly silent, hoping that his iciness alone would convey the weight of his disapproval.
No such luck. The old earl kept prattling on about how much more suitable to rule Tim was compared to his older brother because at least Timothy had been adopted from a ducal family and not street performers.
Tim took a deep breath to calm himself, then smiled as sweetly as he could, and told the old fart that he would be sure to relay his message to his father the king.
Earl Duchamp blanched, and started stuttering. Tim didn't give him any sympathy, or wait around for his rushed excuses, instead storming out of the room.
Comment: Historical AU with exposition thatâs so fascinating, it doesnât feel like exposition. Thatâs a amazing feat alright. Itâs just a lot of fun for such a short chapter (Like a fun pilot episode to a historical tv drama) and I donât want say too much of the interactions because it might spoil the fic. Suffice to say, the world it builds leaves you wanting more so might as well jump in and read the whole collection while youâre at it.
"Mi cama es su cama" by redrobinfection (ChristmasRivers) Words: ~9k | Complete
JayTim Week 2018 - âBed Sharingâ (Day 6)
Tim and Jason arenât friends. Theyâre barely allies at this point. But for whatever reason, they keep crashing each otherâs apartments, lairs, and safehouses, all in search for a bed to crash in for a bit. It starts out simple - itâs just a safe place to catch a nap, a safe place to recover after an injury, a safe place to hang - but with each visit, it turns into something more - itâs a welcome place to hang, a comfortable place to recuperate, their safe haven in dire times. It might take awhile, but, slowly Jason and Tim turn into something more too.Â
Comment: So I read small bits and pieces of this during Jaytim Week, and while I havenât fully read it cohesively in one sitting (before I fell into the marvel hole *cough cough*), what I do remember it was that it was a very soft and healing fic. If I had to describe the feelings and associated scenes this fic evokes, itâs a cosy, intimate blanket, and a warm body snoring beside you. Comfort packaged in a fic. Timâs sleepy/sick talk was damn hilarious, and I really liked the gritty details involved with wound cleaning. I thought it was skilfully described.
Mania by Pisces314 Words: ~6k (3/?) | WIP
âI didnât realize,â Dickâs voice startles Jason, but he doesnât loosen his grip on Tim. When he looks up, Dick is staring at them with wide eyes. âThat you two were...uh.â
It hits Jason then, what the position theyâre in might look like from Dickâs point of view. His restraining hold on Tim, and Timâs now submissive posture, curled up against his chest, probably look to an outsider like a comforting embrace between two people who are much more acquainted than they actually are. His face flushes, but he doesnât bother to correct Dickâs misunderstanding.
Comment:Â @glaciyaâ is almost always an auto-read for me. The fact that she can flip from cute space, jolly ranch kisses that kills you from sheer amount of fluff and goodness to this is mind blowing.Just from the first chap, itâs already got a great emotional reveal (count me shooketh), descriptions that really immerse you in the terse atmosphere between all the characters and writing that captures a great deal of nuance/overtone of hurt/comfort. Itâs wild.Â
Dreams From the Sargasso by RivetingFabrications Words: ~46k (17/?) | WIP
Timothy Drake ventured out to solve the mystery behind his parents' deaths, but being taken captive by the most wanted pirate in history hadn't been part of the plan.Â
Comment: RivertingFabrications is also another auto read for me, and while I read this a long time ago, I remember that the JayTim interactions were fiery and terse, on the brink of something great, and the camraderie between Jason and the secondary characters was an absolute joy to read.Â
Viking AU | The Red Hunter by @drabblemeisterâ Link is only to the first instalment
Comment: The only way I can describe the writing is just, lush. Amazing descriptions of the environment which intermingles with Timâs inner monologue to create a tension that is off-the-charts and an action scene that demands heavy drums and an orchestra. Itâs suspenseful, gripping, and engrossing, and this is only the first two drabbles.Â
Casebook of Detective Timothy Drake by chibi_nightowl Works: 5 | Words: ~150k | Series in Progress
Comment: The thing about @chibinightowl is that if you asked me to rec one of her works, Iâd probably just start listing off her ao3 portfolio. Everything she writes is gold and I will accept it as actual currency if they let me (one day).Â
If I had to pick one (a harsh, cruel, gruelling etc. ask for a mortal like me) it would be this series. A series of case fics with never-was-a-vigilante Detective Tim, a fully fleshed out cast of secondary characters (Timâs partner in particular is a favourite), exciting, intriguing cases that will keep you guessing and friction with Batman that is riveting to read. Gives me Nora Robertâs Eve Dallas Series and Karen Rose vibes. Love love love love love this series.Â
TO READ:Â
These are fics on which I plan to read, but the premise sounds too good not to be advertised:
If You Don't Grow by GeneratorCat Words: ~28k (8/?) | WIP
âI need to take care of myself. I can take care of myself.â
âYou shouldnât have to, youâre just a kid.â God, does Dick know that. He knows what it feels like to be doing things you shouldnât have to do at such a young age. About feeling like you have to take care of yourself, be strong and useful.
He knows now itâs bullshit.
(Officer Dick Grayson meets Jason on the street.)
((Alternatively titled: In which Dick pulls a Bruce))
Comment: What more can I say. Iâm a sucker for flawed mentor types who try their best!!!Â
Build A Dream With Me by Myoneloveismusic Words: ~10k | Complete
Tim fell hard and fast when Batman and Robin first appeared in Gotham. He followed them for years, taking pictures, and watching in awe form the shadows. But after one fateful encounter with the second Robin, Tim found himself falling in a different way. Everything got torn apart when Jason died and Tim forced himself to take on the role of Robin if it meant keeping Bruce sane. But when Jason returns from the dead and makes his reappearance back in Gotham, can the two repair what had been blown apart or will they be separated forever?
Comment: Teen!! Angst!! *throws confetti* but also paired up with @my-one-love-is-musicââs crafty way to frame fic like a movie scene and this sounds like a fun time.
Astra Inclinant by SociallyAwkwardFox (Maze_Runner_Fae) Words: ~30k | Complete
Every hero has a story. A tale spun by the Muses destined to pass from generation to generation, until the end of time. At the time of their conception, Fate already knows the paths they will walk in their lifetime and how it will end. She knows the stars they will see, the people they will meet, the scars they will bear-like badges of honor etched into their skin. With this knowledge, She designates a few to ensure every hero follows the correct path and completes their duty to the universe. These immortal beings act as a heroâs guide and watch over their lives, until their journey is complete. From one hero to the next they go, dedicating their lives to the universe and Fateâs will. Â
Comment: A âHeroâs Journeyâ narrative never gets old (like BP!) and mix that with Greek Mythology and like a great, angsty jaytim fic. Featuring Seer!Tim and Hero!Jason.
Flying Blind by TheSkyIsALie Words: ~4k | Complete
In the wake of a catastrophic loss, it's the path Jason sets that Tim follows back to safety.
Comment: I mean damn look at the summary already! Itâs premise I havenât seen for jaytim before and the tags have the dangerous combo of Domestic Fluff and Hurt/Comfort aka just looks amazing.
Making Amends by writemydreams Words: ~11.8k (3/12) | WIP
A new drug called Cupidâs Heart arrives in Gotham and BlĂźdhaven. Highly addictive, it also serves as a potent aphrodisiac. Jason enlists Timâs assistance in rooting out the drug in Gotham and discovering the source. Along the way, Jason hopes Tim will see heâs changed and that heâll learn to trust him.
What started out as a simple drug case becomes more complex when Dick discovers Cupidâs Heart comes from a resort for struggling couples. Jason and Tim go undercover as pretend fiancĂŠs to find the drug, something difficult for Jason since all he wants is to be in a genuine relationship with Tim.
Comment: A case fic!!! And damn, the tags looks delicious, âEnemies to Friends to Lovers, Pining, Fake/Pretend Relationship, and Dick Grayson is a Good Brother.â It just looks like a really good time.
Turnabout is Fair Play by Skalidra Words: 5.5k | Complete
When Jason gets an invitation to the Continental's latest competition, a simple game, he gladly accepts. It's a bit of fun, an opportunity to win a couple prizes and some recognition. That is, unless one of the other people assigned to his group gets in his way. May the best killer win.Â
Comment:Â I mean, Skalidra is a guaranteed good time, and she does action scenes better than most published writers. The way she balances detail and action still results in a fast-paced, tense scene so this sounds like a perfect murderific jaunt for a bad day.
At Cosmos' End by RivetingFabrications Words: 11.8k (4/?) | WIP
Tim has quit Starfleet and gone rogue â the system canât help everyone, despite its best intentions. But when he finds an olden spacecraft in the outermost reaches of space where none should be, he finds more mysteries than answers.
Comment: The tags says you donât have to be a hard core trekkie to get the gist of whatâs going on. It sounds amazing nonetheless.
SPECIAL MENTIONS:
@sociallyawkwardfoxwriterâ and @my-one-love-is-musicâ who are both doing Write 365. AÂ crazy feat and not all of the drabbles are JayTim. List of AUs are only from what I recall and thereâs more on their blogs!
Write 365 by @sociallyawkwardfoxwriterâ
Star Wars AU; Dancer AU; Pacific Rim AU; Tomb Raider AU; Oracle!Tim AU; Werewolf!Jason AU and more.
Write 365 by @my-one-love-is-musicââ
Barista!Tim AU; Werewolf!Jason AU; Mermaid!Tim AU; Hunger Games AU and more.
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Published: 4th June 2018
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If you believe people can be monsters, devoid of the tiniest drop of humanity, then surely you would place Andrew Cunanan in that category. Iâm not certain I agree; itâs too easy to dismiss everyone who commits a beastly crime as evil, delusional, or a sociopath. Cunanan may well have been all three of those things, but he was also a person with dreams and desires whose life went disastrously awry. And The Assassination of Gianni Versace would be empty crime porn if it didnât try to understand why he ended up at Versaceâs villa with a gun in his hand.
Now that the showâs reverse-chronological timeline has gotten past Cunananâs five murders, writer Tom Rob Smith faces the difficult task of discerning his motivesâa particular challenge because he didnât live long enough to be interrogated or interviewed about his killing spree. This weekâs episode opens a year before Andrew broke bad and follows him until that final flight to Minneapolis. Its title, âDescent,â pretty much captures his trajectory during that year.
Andrew is loving life at the beginning of the hour, swimming naked at a mountaintop mansion with an ocean view, in La Jolla. The home, we learn, belongs to his sugar daddy, Norman Blachford (Michael Nouri). Meanwhile, Andrew is trying to impress a long-distance boyfriend, his future victim David Madson. âWho are you trying to be?â his old friend Lizzie asks at his birthday party. âSomeone he can love,â Andrew replies. (Is it fair to say he loved Madson? Iâm not sure love was part of his emotional repertoireâwhatâs more important is that he wanted Madson more than anything else in the world.) But by the end of the episode, Andrew is broke, has lost both men, and is crying his motherâs tub as she bathes him. This is what hitting rock bottom looks like.
At this point, the showâs timeline gets a bit confusing. The previous episode alternated between scenes set in 1997, just before Andrew killed Jeff Trail, and flashbacks to 1995, when Smith has them meeting for the first time (even though they actually met years earlier). âDescentâ begins at the midpoint between those two moments, the top of a long slide into desperation. So itâs worth taking a second to break down who the new characters are and what roles they played in Cunananâs life before we get into Smithâs interpretation of his motives.
Norman Blachford
Before he was a murderer, Cunanan was a kept boy. His intelligence, social connections, and knowledge of the arts made him a sort of courtesan to the older, wealthier gays in San Diego (Vulgar Favors author Maureen Orth compares him to a geisha). At the time, Cunanan was calling himself Andrew DeSilva and had adopted a cover story designed to win the sympathies of these men: Before coming out and being disowned by his rich parents, heâd been married with a daughter.
Cunanan had certainly courted other men from this circle by the time he met 58-year-old Norman Blachford in 1994. Blachford had made his fortune selling sound insulation. Heâd just lost his partner of a quarter-century to AIDS and was cautious about letting a new lover into his life. Cunanan persisted. In July 1995, he moved into Blachfordâs home. (You can read more on that period here.) As part of their arrangement, Blachford bought Cunanan an Infiniti, made his credit card payments, and gave him $2,500 to spend each month. Itâs unclear how often they slept together; Cunanan claimed their relationship was platonic, and the bedroom they shared really did contain twin beds, but acquaintances told Orth that was impossible.
The dual birthday parties in âDescentââa snoozefest for Blachford's friends and a blowout for Cunanan'sâactually took place in August 1995. That insane scene where Cunanan orders Trail to wear a pair of Ferragamos, give Cunanan another pair as a present, and lie about his occupation, though? Cunanan didnât meet Madson until a few months after that party. Otherwise, the incident reportedly happened more or less as written.
Cunanan's arrangement with Blachford started to dissolve the next summer, ostensibly over the Mercedes SL 600 (a $125,000 car) we see him demand in the episode. Smith sticks close to the facts here, too: When he walked out, Cunanan expected Blachford to come crawling back to him, but was instead forced to find a cheap apartment of his own.
By then, his relationship with Madson had also deteriorated. He made a last-ditch effort to win Madson back, in April 1997, during an expensive weekend trip to Los Angelesâwhere, fun fact, a friend of Madsonâs introduced them to her pal Lisa Kudrow. As we see in the episode, despite Cunananâs extravagance, the gesture failed. (When Madson says to Cunanan, âI get the feeling that you donât have many great nights with people,â itâs the showâs most honest moment to date.) Madson insisted to Cunanan that he only wanted to be friends. In âDescent,â he ruins his final chance with Madson by feeding him a new, unbelievable life storyâand itâs pathetic. The truth is, by then, theyâd already broken up, and Madson was dating other people.
The scene where a desperate Cunanan pounds on Blachford's door at night is fiction. But Cunanan did place one last call to Blachford, the day he killed Jeff Trail, acknowledging that they were through and to announcing an upcoming move to San Francisco. âBlachford was somewhat puzzled by the call,â Orth writes. âHe already knew that Andrew was leaving.â
MaryAnn Cunanan
This weekâs American Horror Story moment came courtesy of âOrange Is the New Blackâ and âThe Sinnerâ actress Joanna Adler, who plays Cunanan's mother in high Grand-Guignol style. That scene where heâs curled up in the tub and sheâs promising him âIâm gonna make you smell like you againâ is as fantastical as it looks. The last thing Cunanan is known to have done in San Diego was throw himself a farewell dinner party. But thatâs not to say that the real MaryAnn Cunanan was so different from the bizarre character we meet in âDescent.â
As you may have suspected, MaryAnn was never the sophisticated publisher Andrew talks up to Madson. The daughter of Italian immigrants, she was born in Ohio and moved to California at 19. She soon married Pete Cunanan, the father of Andrew and her three other children (all of whom weâll likely learn more about later). Awed by his precociousness, the couple were as indulgent of young Andrew as weâve seen his character suggest throughout the show. MaryAnn remained loyal to him even after his death, insisting that he wasnât capable of killing five people.
Orth describes MaryAnn as âvery fragile, by turns garrulous and stupefied, teetering on the brink of total emotional meltdown. Mainly, she seems to be all sweetness and light, but her mood can swing at any time.â Sheâd been seeing a psychiatrist for years before her son's murder spree and subsisted on disability payments; you can see the exterior of her humble National City, CA home in this article. A devout Catholic, sheâd give away what little money she hadâalthough, when Andrew was little, she spent wildly and used sex to wheedle big purchases out of Pete.
Andrewâs Motive
Does the terrible year that plays out in âDescent,â plus everything weâve seen in previous episodes, add up to a believable motive for Andrew? Well, itâs clear heâs got very little left to live for by the time he flies to Minneapolisâno Madson, no Blachford, no Trail, no money, no success. If youâre already abusing drugs and have always lacked a moral compass, that loneliness and desperation might well be enough to turn your thoughts toward violent crime.
Then thereâs his belief, one thatâs pretty rich for a kept boy, that everyone uses him. In a strange, red-lit vision of an encounter with Gianni Versace, Andrew announces, âI happen to believe that Iâm the most generous person that ever lived,â before demanding, âWhat could be more generous than spending everything on other people and being left with nothing? What could be more generous than finding soulmates for other people and ending up alone?â Cunanan really did feel this way. Orth reports that he dropped a ton of money on his friends, that he often set them up on dates, and that he assumed people only spent time with him for those reasons.
Shakier is this idea that Cunanan killed Versace because he was obsessed with the designer and his achievements. Thatâs the argument underlying Cunanan's dream, in which he attributes Versaceâs success to luck and seems to get off on the powerful man taking his measurements. The designer may have been on Cunananâs mind as a target; a friend who drove him to the airport told Orth that heâd gone on about his hatred for Versace, a man who he said âcame from nothingâ and made his reputation through âhard work.â
Cunananâs supposed resentment toward high achievers is Orthâs fixation. While it makes sense that Smith would pick up on this argument, the extent to which he uses it to keep Versace in the story is a bit much. Did Cunanan make Versace collages and tell his mom that he traveled the world with the designer, making opera costumes? Probably not. I get that Smith is painting Versace as the light to Andrewâs darkness. But the approach flattens out both charactersâand Cunananâs story is absorbing enough to make the embellishment feel kind of unnecessary.
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a\n: this is my first attempt at writing if english( pls i need beta i suck
Title: Hyperspace blue
Characters: The Jedi Exile and Atton Rand
Basically, Exile and Atton meet on the Nar Shadaa under different circumstances. She works as a mechanic and heâs a smuggler.
UPD: posted it on AO3
Atton Rand woke up and sat up in his small, but cozy bed. His bedroom was filled with blue and pink glow from vibrant street signs and giant screens with giant faces on them. He needed to get ready; there was an another work waiting for him tonight. After a brisk shower and a scarce midnight breakfast he started to put his clothes on. He grabbed his old blaster with  holster from the desk and secured it to his belt. At last, he put on his ribbed jacket and left his rarely visited lair.
You know that feeling when your vessel is entering hyperspace? The sinking feeling in the pit of the stomach, the feeling of acceleration that pushes you back into the seat. For Atton Rand, this feeling was like coming home, something that meant comfort and safety. You are in the alternative reality made of white and blue lines, and outside observers can mistake your freighter for an innocent and beautiful comet. He knew it was weak consolation and ships still could explode while traveling at lightspeed, but he still relished the idea.
âI know a place where we can change vesselâs ID. The owner is an old, partially blind Sullustan, but heâs the best you can find. â Randâs partner in crime was a reasonable guy he met while trying to make a living in the refugee sector of Nar Shadaa. Atton never really liked the Serroco gang, mostly because they were easy to jump to conclusions, conclusions that usually lead to violence. This guy called them family. But he was smart and really knew his job so they got along very quickly.
âAnd also thereâs a female mechanic working there, a pretty gal, but sheâs not the talking kind, and Force knows Iâve tried.â He sighed and stretched his arms and put his hands behind his head. Theyâd successfully accomplished todayâs mission, and now they needed to hide hijacked vessel. A few more hours and theyâd enter Nar Shadaaâs orbit, a few more hours and theyâd be changing vesselâs ID signature and bringing it to the client. Another simple job done. Heâd fallen into the routine of odd jobs and got used to never knowing where he is going to meet new day again. When theyâve arrived to Tienâs place, it was close to nightfall on the Nar Shadaa. But itâs hard to tell what time of the day it was because there was no sun above you head. There were only dim street lights and animated neon signs.
The workshop was desolate at this hour. There were no customers and Tien was nowhere to be seen. The only working light was above the workbench where was sitting a slumped female silhouette. They both approached her and she didnât noticed them at first, too consumed in examining some droid part lying in front of her while sipping caffa from chipped mug.
The girl lifted her gaze from her work and the light from the lonely lamp fell on her face. She looked a lot like those Serroco refugees, always with the blaster in the hand, ready to fight for their territory, their little piece of freedom, trying to protect each other at all cost. Her locks were jet black and she had a few short braids in front of her left ear and in the back of her head, adorned with little wooden beads. Her monolid eyes stared at them, her right brow lifted in a silent question. She had an unusual eye color - usually people with black hair had brown eyes, but hers were green. But what did he know about genetics? He was just a smuggler.
âHey, Kano, is Tien here?â asked Attonâs companion.
âWell, Gar, heâs sleeping, because itâs one AM.â She smiled weakly with a sleep-deprived gentleness in her eyes.
âAnd why are you up?â
âI canât sleepâ.
âYou look like youâre going to pass out any minute, Kano.â
She shrugs, âStill canât sleep.â
Hm. Thatâs the mechanic he was talking about, thought Rand.
âI and my friend are in need of some services from the boss of yours.â He ran his hand through his short hair and smiled tentatively. Kano got up and looked out the wide glass window behind her. She grabbed a rag from the table to wipe grease from her hands. The mechanic was wearing dark blue jumpsuit with dirty, worn-out military boots. She noticed their starship on the previously empty landing pad.
âYouâve got a new ship?â She eyed them warily.
âYeah.â
âIâm going to wake him now.â Kano gulped leftover caffa and left.
***
Atton usually came around two or three times a week.
Sometimes he left the moment he got what he need.
Sometimes he tried to make small talk with the unfazed, steady and irreplaceable mechanic.
Usually, he started with: âHello, Kano.â
And she would answer after a moment: âHello, Rand.â And then she would put her face mask on to continue welding starship hull.
Sometimes he tried to ask her personal questions just to spite her. She made an impression of a person who probably was bullied in school, but never cared about it. An estranged girl that rarely let her thoughts to materialize in a form of spoken words.
âDo you live here? It seems like youâre always working.â
âI work every day.â Â
âWhy?â
She shrugged with a plasma torch recklessly swinging in her hand. Too cool to think about safety.
âWhat do you do after work?â
âI go home, take a shower, eat something, and fall asleep.â
âThatâs really sad. Do you want to go out sometimes?â
âNo.â
He rarely came around during the day, so most of his interactions with her happened during her night shifts in the poorly lit hangar or cluttered workshop. But he managed to catch the sight of little things about her. She had a stern gaze but a soft face. Her skin was sickly pale with a distinct green tinge. Her eyes were always looking at you with a hint of mistrust and suspicion, always watching out for sudden movements.
There was a look in her eyes that wasnât obvious and he managed to catch a brief glimpse of it only once. But he understood it immediately. He saw them peeking through the cracks in her guise, eyes that reminded him of a wild animal, born and raised in the confines of a cage, malnourished and abused, only to suddenly become one day free and unrestrained.
âWhy? Donât you feel suffocated by loneliness?â
âThereâs no need for your fake sympathy. I chose the job myself. I like it.â
Her smile was acidic. She knew he couldnât figure out  whatâs she was thinking about and tried to annoy her out of sheer curiosity. Or maybe he just didnât care. Maybe he was acting like that with every person he found remotely attractive. Or maybe acting arrogant was just a part of smugglerâs professional work ethic.
âThereâs no need to punish yourself, Kano. You deserve to have fun sometimes.â
âAnd you know how to have fun?â
âYeah. A couple of drinks, beautiful companions and pazaak. And maybe some other stuff.â
She sighed and continued to repair broken protocol droid. Most of his jokes had zero effect on her. But he made her smile a few times. Atton wouldâve never confessed to it, but he was proud of himself for doing that. Thatâs how he discovered most of her smiles were crooked and bleak. The only time he observed her having a beaming smile on her face was when she talked to an old rusty homicidal T1 utility droid.
***
Kanoâs work attire never changed. She seemed to own at least dozen of navy jumpsuit, all in various state of weariness. He sometimes wondered what kind of clothes she wears outside work. He tried to imagine her in a sandy midi skirt and a ink blue jacket. But the jacket always turned to be very similar to the top of her jumpsuit, so he stopped and cursed his imagination. Usually he had no problem with imagining anyone in colorful outfit. Or without one.
âHow old are you, K?â
He found out she hated when someone shortened her name. But she didnât mind different pronunciations. Like, he heard people calling her âKay-noâ, âKah-noâ or even âKah-nuâ, but she never protested or corrected anyone.
âDonât call me K, please.â
âSo?â
âIâm almost thirty. And you, scoundrel?â
âThirty-four.â
âWoaw.â
âWhat? I donât look my age?â
âReally? Yes. What is the secret? You look twenty-two, flyboy.â
âThatâs an ancient Sith technique. Only a few in this part of the galaxy know it.â
âDoes it involve sacrificing a bunch of Jedi to an ancient Sith lord?â
âNo. Just a lot of water and positive vibes.â
âHave you ever seen a Sith lord? A real one?â
âNo, of course.â
âAnd you?â
âI havenât too.â
âDo they really do that stuff?â
âI donât know. I heard some stories, but you can never know the truth now that theyâre gone.â
***
One day he strolled into the shop and Kano was wearing a white T-shirt. It hang a little bit loose. And thatâs how he saw her pink burn scars all over her right hand and her neck. It only happened once. He tried asking how she got these scars, but she never answered. Hadnât even stopped looking at the droid detail she examined.
âIâm going on a vacation,â She said suddenly when handing him the parts he asked for.
âNice. Where to?â
âTelos IV.â
âIf it was a decade ago, I wouldâve been jealous of you. But now? Câmon, thereâs nothing to see there. The oceanâs irradiated. Your skin will come off. Or the Citadel station will explode because of that shitty Peragus fuel.â
âTheyâre trying to rebuild. Iâve heard itâs beautiful in the zones where the atmosphere is restored. Almost like it was before.â She was delving into the old memories, he could tell it by her eyes.
âAnd who told you that? A shifty travel agent?â
âA friend of mine.â
âA friend? What kind of friend?â
Now heâs surprised. And maybe a little jealous. What, he thought she doesnât have friends besides him?
âA kind that doesnât lie about the peaceful landscapes.â
She wasnât there the next time he visits. The almost blind Tien sat in her chair and a utility droid made a series of hostile beeps following him around the shop until he left.
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[fanfic] Unholy Desires:Â Chapter 9
One second, nothing but the deepest of shadows and being utterly unaware of what went on around him. Only that single voice that whispered in the very depths of his mind, telling him to stay that way, that it was far too soon to wake up, that he needed to recover his strength and sleep was one of the ways. Another way would come when he woke up.
And in the next second, or so it seemed to him, Taichi opened his eyes and found himself staring at the underside of the bunk bed. He blinked a few times before he swung his legs off the side and sat up, his stomach rumbling and ravenous for something meat-related. Or maybe some fish. He wasnât picky.
âHikari? Do we have any beef bowls? Or fish? Something! Iâm starving!â
He rubbed his eyes and blinked, staring. He didnât expect to see everyone else there. He really didnât expect to see them all looking so â disturbed.
Oh. Wait. It wasnât everyone else. Yamato wasnât there.
In a swift deluge, all the memories came back. Yamato â Yamato wasnât â heâd been â heâd -
One hand flew up to the side of his neck and he winced at the faint hint of soreness there. He shook his head, trying to get everything put together, and not having a lot of success.
âHikari? Whatâs going on? Whatâs got everyone so upset?â Wait â why were their Digimon here where Hikari could see them? She wasnât -
She moved over to settle down beside him, offering a tiny smile. âYouâre awake.â
âYeah. Whatâs going on?â He glanced towards the window and blinked to see the first hints of sunrise. The last heâd been aware it had been ⌠the night before? Or so he hopedâŚ
Hikari glanced towards Koushiro. He, Jou, and Sora looked more worried than Mimi or Takeru did. Well, Takeru looked worried too but it sort of was different.
âGuys? What did I miss?â
Koushiro drew in a breath and came over, hugging his laptop close to him. âWeâve been busy all right. First, we know now who the Eighth Child is. Itâs Hikari-san.â
Taichi stared at her. She nodded a little, holding up a small device â her Digivice. âUmâŚâ Well, that was progress, at least? âWhoâs your partner?â
âTailmon!â Hikari grinned at that, her eyes glowing in deep warmth tinged by worry. âShe and Wizarmon went off to find my Crest. But â they never came back.â
Taichi wasnât sure of what heâd just heard. Tailmon â that little cat Digimon who attacked them before? One of Vamdemonâs servants? His head throbbed faintly and his stomach rumbled loud enough for everyone to turn and look at him.
Hikari got up. âIâll get you some breakfast. Mom and Dad are still asleep. We â they know about the Digimon. They want to talk to you when they get up.â
Oh. He really had missed a lot. He rubbed the back of his neck. âWhat about Yamato? Has anyone seen him?â
âNot really. But we know more than we did,â Koushiro said. He flipped up his laptop and turned it to face Taichi. On the screen was Yamato, looking as he normally did â but there was a screenful of information there as well. Taichi read it by instinct.
Anbumon: half-human son of Piemon and Takaishi Natsuko, known on Earth as Ishida Yamato. Ultimate Level. Digimon Partner: Gabumon. Healer. Known attacks include Deep Sleep and Obsidian Strike. He is the corrupted Viral side of Chiguumon. Cold, arrogant, and quite possibly the strongest Digimon in existence save for the Holy Beasts themselves.
There was a great deal more but Taichi could hardly believe what heâd already seen.
â⌠Yamatoâs â heâs â heâs not human?â That was going to take a lot of getting used to. âWhat is that? How did you find out?â
Koushiro tapped his laptop. âOne of the programs that Gennai put on here is an addition to the Digimon Analyzer. The ordinary Analyzer canât detect a human-Digimon crossbreed. Thatâs probably why we havenât noticed anything until now. But I checked us all, on Jou-sanâs recommendation. Only you, Hikari, Mimi, and Takeru are full humans.â
âThe rest of us are part Digimon â or more,â Sora said, raising her head. Piyomon snuggled up against her and Soraâs hand caressed over her feathers. âI-Iâm â Devimon.â She shook her head, shoulders shuddering, and turned away.
Jou kept his own head down, staring at his fingers. âVamdemon. And â I suspected before this.â
Taichi took a step over towards him. âWhat do you mean?â He wondered if heâd actually woken up or if this were some amazingly realistic part of whatever dreams heâd had. He didnât remember dreaming, butâŚ
âI mean ever since we landed in the Digital World, Iâve â Iâve wanted to drink blood.â Jou shuddered, looking a great deal paler for a few seconds. âI thought I was feeling a little anemic, but then all of this started to happen, and I wondered â He shook his head. âIâd rather not go anywhere near Vamdemon. I don't know if he knows â or what he could do.â
Taichi rested a hand on Jouâs shoulder. The whole idea of him being part vampire â or part Digimon â didnât mean a thing to him. What did matter was that his friend was upset. âDonât worry about it. If he does anything, weâll stop him. Weâll stop him even if he doesnât, just so he canât!â
âHeâs right!â Mimi declared. âI donât care what he is, heâs not going to hurt any of us anymore!â She glanced at Takeru. âAnd that means we're getting Yamato back, too!â
Takeruâs smile brightened the tiniest bit. Taichi looked at Koushiro. âYou said you were too?â He still wasnât entirely convinced he wasnât dreaming, so better to go along with it until he woke up.
âYes. Me.â Koushiro actually fidgeted. Taichi hadnât really seen him do that before. The redhead stared down at the laptop before he tapped a few keys and then shifted it around so Taichi could see it.
There was Koushiro, and a list of information. Taichi read through it, then blinked. âYouâre an actual Digimon, not a â a hybrid?â He wasnât sure of what else to call them. Were they going to have to invent a term?
âApparently so. I â I want to talk to my parents about this. And to Leomon, if we return to the Digital World. Which we may have to. Those who have Digimon blood in them need the Digital World now that weâve been there. Apparently we can survive without it â up until the blood itself awakens, for lack of a better term. But once it has, we need to be there as much as any other Digimon.â
Leomon. Taichi glanced again. Oh. Right. He was Koushiroâs â father. Sire? Whatever. He didnât recognize the other name, though. Probably a Digimon that they hadnât met.
Then something else occurred to him. âWhat was that â Chiguumon in Yamatoâs profile?â
âThat is something else that Jou-san and Sora-san have to deal with,â Koushiro said. He flicked the screen back to Yamatoâs. âIt appears that when a Virus Digimon and a human produce an offspring, then the potential for a âdark sideâ of sort exists. Somewhat like SkullGreymon, but the intelligence level is vastly different. It isnât exactly an evolution but more of an alteration. This alteration manifests more or less as a different personality. That personality â and his Digimon blood â were awakened when Yamato was bitten by Vamdemon. That is Anbumon. Chiguumon is his natural state. Anbumon is the dark side â the corruption awakened by Vamdemon.â
Taichi wondered if the nausea that stirred up was because of hearing that or because Hikari hadnât yet gotten back with his breakfast. Probably both. He settled himself back on his bed and tried to put all of this together.
âAlso,â Koushiro added, and Taichi wondered what else he could take, âthis mention of Piemon. We donât know who that is but given that Yamato is apparently an Ultimate level Digimon â a level that we previously werenât even aware existed â it stands to reason that he is going to be our enemy. We will have to return to the Digital World.â
âOh.â Taichi couldnât really say that bothered him a lot. He rather liked the Digital World and if they could get home now and then, he wouldnât have minded spending more time there. Though going back to fight a powerful enemy wasnât exactly his idea of a fun vacation.
Worry about that later, he decided, especially when Hikari entered with a tray of food, all of which smelled delicious and put every other thought out of his head for the moment.
As he ate, he started putting together what they were going to have to do. Find Tailmon and her friend and get Hikariâs Crest, then find a way to break Vamdemonâs hold over Yamato and get him back, and then find a way to defeat Vamdemon once and for all. Going back to the Digital World to face whatever they found there could wait â would have to wait â until after that.
âTaichi?â He looked up to see his parents in the doorway. He yelped for a second, coming to his feet, his first instinct to hide all of the Digimon. But both of them smiled little, weary smiles at him.
âYour friends told us all about what happened. I admit I wasnât sure what to think, but youâre going to do what you need to do no matter what, arenât you?â His mother said. Taichi slowly nodded.
âWe thought you would,â his father said with an approving nod. âBe careful. All of you be careful. We heard about what that monster did to your other friend.â
Taichiâs eyes fell over to where Gabumonâs egg lay, wrapped in blankets and with Agumon and Gomamon next to it. Would Gabumon ever hatch again?
âWeâre going to get him back,â he promised. He wanted to believe that with every scrap of his body. He could not shake the memory of Yamato â of Anbumonâs hands on him, the way his teeth pressed into Taichi's own skin, the sound of that velvet-soft voice purring in his ear, sending shocks through him that heâd never experienced, not even in those first few moments of meeting when the part of him that was a Firestarter sparked against the part of Yamato that were a Healer.
That's right, he reminded himself, heâs not just a Healer. Heâs my Healer. They werenât bonded yet but that was mostly just a matter of courting â proper bonds werenât allowed to be formed until both partners were of legal age, in their case eighteen. But still, he and Yamato both knew. Everything that had happened in the Digital World only made both of them that much more certain that this was the one they wanted to bond to.
There were other things that Taichi thought he might want to do but that would have to come later. It wasnât unknown for Healers and Firestarters to date as well as bond to one another. Not often, because a bond was lifelong once forged and romantic relationships didnât always last forever, but it could happen.
Heâd been told that many times growing up. Maybe somewhere along the way it had actually sunk in.
A startled noise came from the window where Mimi stood. Everyone surged over there, children and parents alike. She raised one hand and pointed, trembling. At first Taichi wasnât sure about what she was trying to show them. Then he saw it. He saw them.
âTheyâre Bakemon,â Jou whispered. âWe saw them on File Island. Vamdemon must have brought them along too.â
âWhat are they doing?â Taichi's mother asked, trembling. Taichi wasnât sure at first, until it became obvious.
âTheyâre taking people,â he said. And so they were. The Bakemon swept into the apartment buildings and dragged people out, urging them towards somewhere. This had to be part of Vamdemonâs plan. Which meant they needed one of their own.
âEveryone,â he decided, âgo find your families and get them to safety. Stop as many of the Bakemon as you can. Something must have happened to Tailmon.â He had a strong feeling that âsomethingâ was either Vamdemon or Anbumon â or probably Vamdemon and Anbumon. âOnce theyâre safe, weâll try to find her, and then finish off Vamdemon.â
He hoped that it would be as easy as he made it sound. But it probably wouldnât. He clenched his fists, sparks dancing over them.
Vampires burned, didnât they? He was more than ready to find out.
To Be Continued
Notes: Yes, I did a time jump. It was necessary for story purposes. And now action can begin to happen!
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SUMMARY A small family relocates to the Sonoran Desert to be closer to the grandparents of the family. Though there are news reports of a spectacular triple supernova and the young granddaughter has seen a glowing alien construction behind the barn, the family is at ease until, one night, a UFO soars overhead and appears to land in the nearby hills. Apparently, the triple supernova has opened a rift in space and time. The family finds that their electrical appliances no longer function, and the youngest daughter of the family has a telepathic encounter with an extraterrestrial. The grandmother, too, sees one of these diminutive creatures beckoning to her, but it soon vanishes.
The grandfather, while trying to start the car, sees that a strange animal is approaching from the distance. The grandfather goes back inside and informs the family that something is coming; before long, a variety of horrific, alien monsters (all of these creatures being of a reptilian or amphibious nature) are proceeding to slaughter each other outside the house; some are trying to break in (after knocking) and kill the family. After a few moments, the UFO appears again and teleports the creatures to a different place. The family take this opportunity to escape to the barn, which is more easily defensible than the house. The family become separated from one another and each hides until sunrise, where they find that they have been launched thousands of years into the future. They meet up with the daughter, who had become separated from the family during one of the time-warp events. She knows, somehow, that everything is going to be fine now. After walking across the desert, they finally see a domed city in the distance, and decide to seek refuge there. The grandfather proclaims that there must be a purpose to all of this. The family walks off into the distance, having survived the day time ended.
Producer Paul Gentry in The Day Time Ended (1979)
PRODUCTION The film was originally conceived by script writers Steve Neill, Paul Gentry, and Wayne Schmidt. The three offered a script for another project to producer Charles Band, who thought it was too expensive to make but offered to produce a science-fiction film if it was based in one or two locations.
Steve Neill is not your everyday, run-of the-mill, bottom-of-the-barrel scraper, however. For the last four years, heâs been making a fine living off his makeup talents, designing and applying material for The Crater Lake Monster, Kingdom of the Spiders, The Private Files of J. Edgar Hoover, Demon and various other film features and TV commercials. His partners in the Vortex production, Paul Gentry and Wayne Schmidt, come from the same creative background but donât have the impressive list of credits.
âIâm a science-fiction fan,â says Schmidt, âdoing the convention circuit and the whole bit while writing screenplays no one seemed to buy. Until this came up I was doing a lot of starving.â
What came up was Neill going to work for Charles Band on the young producerâs two SF efforts of last year-End of the World and Laserblast. Suddenly, Neill had found his responsive ear and took no time in exploiting it.
âSteve had the tenacity to walk into work with some spaceship models he designed,â Schmidt relates. âThey subsequently caught Charlieâs eye. He grilled Steve as to what they were for and Steve told him they were for a movie he was working on. Charlie was receptive so Steve brought me into it.â
What emerged was a concept alternately titled Race for Antari or Star Racers, concerning, not surprisingly, racers in space. Band was interested not so much in the theme at that point, but the creative package he could create: Neill on makeup, Gentry on SFX and Schmidt on script. Unfortunately, the idea soon became too big for Bandâs budget.
âCharlie called me into the office one day,â Neill recalls, âand said, âIâve got some good news and some bad news. First, the bad news is that Star Racers has been shelved. The good news is that I still want a picture from you. I want simplicity, I want one location and I want it this week.ââ
Neill accepted the challenge and one hour later came up with the concept of Vortex.
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âBasically,â Schmidt narrates, âit involves a family who moves out to the desert and builds a completely self-sufficient house out there. But due to a space occurrence it turns out that their home is built on what you might call âthe Bermuda Triangle fault-line.â It gets whisked into other dimensions and the family goes through all sorts of-how shall I put it?-traumatic experiences. Heh, heh, heh.â
âIt seemed to work real well,â Neill takes up the story, âso we drafted it out real fast. We signed three contracts and started the picture based on a one-page synopsis!â
But one page does not a movie make. The spanking new production team of Neill, Gentry and Schmidt had to get a shooting script, they had to get a director, and they had to gather a cast. Suddenly filmmaking wasnât fun anymore. It was still exciting, but it sure wasnât fun.
âThe scriptwriting went on and on and on,â says Schmidt. âAnd the film grew in scope until we wound up with a project as involved as our Star Racers. And it was to take close to as much time. Itâs not the simple project we started with by any stretch of the imagination. While Charlie handled most of the casting decisions with feedback from the distributors, we started creating the âlookâ of the film.
âWe brought in Lane Liska who worked on Star Wars and Battlestar Galactica to draw up our ideas. Meantime Steve, who had worked with John Bud Cardos on The Dark, called the director and got him in on this one.â
Although a second location was added and the final shooting script called for months of post-production effects work, things were going smoothly. Band had signed Jim Davis, Dorothy Malane, Chris Mitchum, Natasha Ryan and Marcy Lafferty to play the leads, while Cardos began putting his crew together. According to their contracts, Gentry would be the director of photography and head of special effects, Schmidt would discover the wonders of producing by doing a little bit of everything and Neill would oversee it all-valiantly trying to stave off his first ulcer.
The crew descended on Apple Valley for 10 days of location shooting, then things began to get a little dusty. The crew turned out not to be entirely reliable and Gentry was removed as cinematographer.
âThe problem with low-budget films,â details Neill, âis that you get crews who are experienced in only that type of film, there is a lot of hiring and firing because theyâre, kind of, in-between talents. I hate the watch-watchers, though, the guys who complain all the time then quit on you. If it werenât for guys like Greg Jein, our model maker, and Joel Goldsmith-Jerryâs son who is doing the sound, the movie wouldnât stay together. These guys are totally dedicated. I mean, when Paul Gentry was replaced as DP he took it cool. He knew he got aced, but he worked it out smoothly and kept helping. I canât thank these guys enough.â
Not only was Neillâs patience tried, his wallet was sorely tapped as well. In the movie business, the least little mistake can push the film thousands of dollars over the budget-a lesson the young trio learned the hard way.
âWe were supposed to be on location 10 days and we were there 16,â Neill relates. âThe government charged us $6500 for use of the land. Beyond that they wanted so much for each actor, so much for each camera, so much for each truck and so much for each car. It cost like $10,000 to rent a dry lake bed. And we didnât even have to be there!
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âYou see, Bud had this idea that a scene which was set to be shot with special effects could be done on location. It called for a sort-of âintergalactic spaceship graveyard.â He had all these friends, he said, who had all these old planes that could be flown down for free, etc., etc. It turned out to be a nightmare. When it came time, there were no free planes. It cost $6000 to fly one plane mockup to the location. It seems that Bud would rather see his old planes out there and shoot it for himself than hand it over to special effects. Thatâs been a problem.â
Fortunately, the production wasnât all problems. The stage-bound mock-ups of the house, the barn and the corral turned out better than expected and the SFX were being created with style. All in all, the production values for Vortex marked a new high for Charles Band. The young filmmakers expressed their admiration for the abilities of their youthful boss.
âIâll give him credit,â Schmidt says. âHe was willing to take a chance with three guys who had no âauthorizedâ experience on a film. He has a lot of courage and for that we owe him a great debt of thanks.â
Neill, while mirroring his partnerâs sentiments, also points out one of the problems of low-budget filmmaking. âCharlie is incredible. He signed us for Vortex, Dave Allen for The Primevals, wrapped Tourist Trap and Auditions just before releasing Fairy Tales. And thatâs just this year, practically. Our only problem is that he seems to think heâs giving us enough money but heâs not. Weâre stretching as hard as we can to make this a great picture.â
The final judgment will come, of course, after Vortex is released and the money starts-or doesnât start to roll in. Given the returns on Bandâs prior contributions to the genre, the trio are confident of a decent showing. But win, lose or draw, they all feel very strongly about the lesson in life their film has taught them.
âAll through the production I wanted to strangle people,â says Neill. âBut as a producer I couldnât do it. Youâve got to bite your tongue instead of blowing up. I used to have a really bad temper, but thatâs gone now. I learned to smile at people, sometimes leaving a bad taste in my mouth.â
Happily, the best is yet to come for the team. The principal photography is finished and they are now deep into the SFX, their first love.
âThe special effects are the nicest part of the production,â says Neill, and his associates concur. âItâs like weâre free of Bud and free of the crew and Charlie has dumped the film in our laps and said, âGo for it.â We are, believe me. Weâre pouring our flesh and blood into this.
âBut you know what? Iâm not excited. Thereâs too much to do. Iâll get excited the night the film opens. Then I can just sit there and shout, âYeah!â at the screen. Until then, Iâll be very serious.â
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CAST/CREW Directed John Cardos
Produced Charles Band Paul Gentry Steve Neill Wayne Schmidt
Written J. Larry Carroll Steve Neill Wayne Schmidt David Schmoeller
Jim Davis as Grant Williams Dorothy Malone as Ana Williams Christopher Mitchum as Richard Williams Marcy Lafferty as Beth Williams Scott Kolden as Steve Williams Natasha Ryan as Jenny Williams Roberto Contreras as Gas Station Attendant
Visual Effects by David Allen ⌠dimensional animation / technical advisor: Special Visual Effects Unit Beth Block ⌠opticals: 2nd unit Dave Carson ⌠effects art director: Special Visual Effects Unit Chris Casady ⌠special animation crew Lyle Conway ⌠stop-motion figures designer & creator Randall William Cook ⌠dimensional animation (as Randy Cook) / storyboards (as Randy Cook) Jim Danforth ⌠The âCity of Lightâ by Paul Gentry ⌠dimensional animation (as Paul W. Gentry) / director of special visual effects: Special Visual Effects Unit (as Paul W. Gentry) Gregory Jein ⌠models constructed by (as Greg Jein) Laurel Klick ⌠opticals: 2nd unit (as Laural Klick) Peter Kuran ⌠special animation effects supervisor (as Pete Kuran) James F. Liles ⌠opticals: 3rd unit Laine Liska ⌠models designed by (as Lain Liska) Robin Loudon ⌠effects production secretary Steven Nielson ⌠effects editor (as Steve Neilson) Lori Redfern ⌠special animation crew Wayne Schmidt ⌠opticals: 1st unit Jerome Seven ⌠special animation crew Tom St. Amand ⌠stop-motion armatures (as Tom St. Armand) Rick Taylor ⌠special animation crew Pam Vick ⌠special animation crew Joe Viskocil ⌠special pyrotechnic effects Garry Waller ⌠special animation crew (as Gary Waller) Jim Danforth ⌠matte artist (uncredited) / matte photographer (uncredited)
CREDITS/REFERENCES/SOURCES/BIBLIOGRAPHY Cinefantastique Vol 08 No 2-3 Famous Monsters of Filmland#161
The Day Time Ended (1980) Retrospective SUMMARY A small family relocates to the Sonoran Desert to be closer to the grandparents of the family.
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INTERVIEW: Kelly Ogden.
Bowling for Soup and the Dollyrots have been friends and tour-mates for over a decade so it only makes sense that after years of hearing and singing each otherâs songs a special musical collaboration would emerge. Jaret and Kellyâs duets album Sittinâ In A Tree was produced by Linus of Hollywood and will be out on March 22.
Sittinâ In A Tree is a multi-genre mixing album of duets that runs the gamut from pop to punk to alternative to âalmostâ country to dance music. This is not the first time the two have made music together, in 2012 they released their first duet titled 'Love Ya, Love Ya, Love Ya'. In 2014 the Dollyrots and Bowling for Soup pulled a âFreaky Fridayâ and released One Big Happy, a 7â where they covered each otherâs songs.
We had a chat with Kelly all about Sittin' In A Tree, working with Jaret, new Dollyrots material, her experience in the music industry and more. Read the full interview below.
Hi Kelly! You're gearing up to release your debut duets album with Jaret Reddick. As I mentioned above, you first worked together in 2012 on the track 'Love Ya Love Ya Love Ya'. What sparked a full album collaboration?
"YES! Iâm so excited! Recording that song was the first time Jaret and I really sang together and we realized our voices really fit well together. We had done some songs on stage on tour over the years but once we could really hear it in front of an audience we felt inspired. We performed that song on tour in the UK in 2016 and after playing to a packed crowd at The Roundhouse in London I was like⌠dude, we should do more! And that night we decided to make it happen. About 3 years later WE DID IT!"
What was it like working together on Sittin' In A Tree? Did you learn anything new from each other?
"Yes. Iâve been making music with my partner in life and music, Luis (my bandmate and husband) but outside of that I havenât done any writing with someone else⌠weâve done co-writes here and there but I havenât been in a room just me and another person making music EVER.
"I learned that I could do it! And that even though Jaret has been writing longer than me, with more people with me, it was still fun and new for him too. We also had a lot of room to be creative together because there were NO RULES. Like at all. That means we ended up with songs that sound like The Dollyrots and Bowling For Soup, alongside some alt country stuff, modern alternative stuff, some electronic funky stuff and some stuff Iâm not sure how to label! But itâs all good. We wrote everything together in the same room over the last few years and cherry picked the best stuff."
What are the songs on the album about? What was your songwriting process?
"Because itâs a duets album there are of course love songs but there are also friend songs, a father/daughter song and some songs about having fun. And the love songs arenât all typical love songs. We used the words "kill" and "dead" more than once muahahhahaha!
"Usually one of us would have an idea or a musical part and we would go from there and build the song. We always wrote the whole thing before moving on to the next one⌠well, we might have skipped a verse or bridge but most of the time that was the evolution."
What do you hope fans will take away from the LP?
"Like anything I do I hope that it can take them to a different time and place⌠that it can be an escape from whatever they are doing. Or that it can resonate and help them to realize they are not alone in whatever it is they are experiencing. I hope they have fun with it⌠there really is something for pretty much anyone!"
Will you be touring the record with Jaret?
"Weâve just played our 1st show in the US last week! We also did a few songs on the Heartache & Hilarity Tour in the UK last fall but we played a ton of the songs last weekend at a house party in Kentucky! It was so much fun! Weâre just going to see how it goes⌠if people seem to want it we will happily play!"
As well as preparing to release Sittinâ In A Tree, you have upcoming shows and a new album in the works with The Dollyrots AND you're a mother..how do you juggle all of that?! (I am in awe by the way!)
"Thank you! Oh man⌠I could really use a vacation! HAHA! Or maybe just a weekend where weâre not working. Fortunately though I (mostly, itâs freaking HARD!) love being a parent and I get to do music as a job. SO even at these insanely busy points, as crazy as it feels itâs also exciting. We get to make stuff and then people like it! And they even buy it a lot of the time! Itâs just crazy right?!"
Is there anything you can tell us about the new Dollyrots album?
"We keep saying that weâre a little âscared of this oneâ, as in itâs THAT GOOD. We booked the studio time for the 3rd week in January and launched the Crowdsource Project before we were ready. As is the story most of the time now in life. We planned to do a lot of writing over the holidays in December and January but my dad passed away December 21st and I just couldnât do it. In the end we had no choice⌠we would put the kids to bed and go out to the studio and write. And the music weâve made is so strong, wild and beautiful Iâm not sure we can ever make something this good again.
"Dollyrots fans will be happy and I think we will gain new fans with this one. Itâs an album full of singles from front to back. Truly."
Youâve been in the music industry for almost 20 years now! Based on your musical journey so far, whatâs been your biggest takeaway/piece of advice?
"Holy smokes! Thatâs a LONG TIME! Hahahhha! Impossible! But really⌠it would be - to be yourself. And to practice. Practice alone, practice in front of people. Donât be afraid to try new things and push yourself in a way that isnât easy. Nothing I have done has been easy. No one wants to hear that but even if you are the greatest guitar player of all time it will not be easy. You have to build a true, real following the hard way. Thereâs no such thing as an overnight success. Put in the time and you will be rewarded. And BE A GOOD PERSON."
If there was one thing you could change about the music world today, what would it be?
"You know, Iâm terrible at questions like this⌠I try to see the world in a âWhat can I do directly to change something.â Obviously I think it will be great when the next generation of women, minority and LGBTQ kids are in positions of power. There are still major imbalances in the industry⌠just like all the others. But I think change is happening⌠itâs slow but itâs real.
"In the end itâs art⌠and I think it serves different people in different ways so aside from the above Iâm in no place to want it to change⌠would I like more guitar-based music on the radio? Of course! But I think much of it is still truly dictated by popular choice and thatâs a good thing. Even if itâs not my thing."
Finally, what's one non-musical goal of yours for 2019?
"I wold love to travel to a place Iâve never been⌠can be for music or pleasure! Iâm thinking Asia! Or Australia! Or maybe weâll be the first inhabitants of Mars on Elon Muskâs spaceship."
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Romance me with these films: Breakfast at Tiffanys, Roman Holiday, Sabrina, Casablanca, Cleopatra and Gone with the Wind whoops that six ahahaha hope you like the idea Admin âđž
These are examples of how the requests I get will be answered. Â
As stated before, this is a request Iâve had for awhile from the original anon with the idea, this is the only one thatâs going to have more than 3 films included in the ask. Â
Breakfast At Tiffanyâs
you had always thought that your neighbor was doing something slightly illegal of the âsexualâ variety, in his apartment next to yours
and really, what else were you supposed to think? there were always shady looking people, who were dressed to the Tâs going into his apartment, and his own stuff was just a little too nice for someone who was living in the apartment building
but you didnât really care, just so long as he kept the noise down (and he did, you never heard anything) you werenât going to judgeâŚsometimes people ran into trouble - you did what you had to do to survive
the idea of it being the mafia didnât even cross your mind - this wasnât the 60â˛s anymore, geez
it still didnât cross your mind until he asked you if you were interested in some community service
you said absolutely not, until he explained that he actually meant community service and not community service
then you said yes, because you figured it could be worse and you had some time to give back
somehow you end up visiting prisoners - the non-violent kind, obviously, just some guys involved in fraud or embezzlement or some scheme
it was right about then that you found out that your neighbor was not in fact a male prostitute and was actually a mafia boss
and that the shady people were informants and his âfamilyâ members
and the embezzlers that you were talking to were also his âfamilyâ members
and that you were actually an accomplice to crime right thereâŚ.
from there there was actually only the choice to join his âfamilyâ and let him take care of you
the fact that he was really stinking cute was just an added bonus, promise
Roman Holiday
Enma was rather unsure how he got in this position, he remembered being grabbed and pulled out of the gala after bumping into someone in one of the back halls of the Vongola. Â After that, it was a bit of a blur.
There was the realization that you were not in fact a serious kidnapper, rather, the younger child of the influential American boss, who had been rather protected to later be utilized in a political marriage. Â And that instead of being kidnapped, he had stumbled across your escape attempt. Â And so your plans had changed, and now he was half way across town in a seedy motel, after an even seedier bar.
âVery unusual.  Iâve never been alone with a man before, even with my dress on.  With my dress off, itâs most unusual.â With a sinking feeling, Enma turned from where he was checking out the windows to test for security (sadly lacking) to see you struggling out of your evening wear. Â
âUm, maybe you shouldâŚnot.â  Enma finished lamely, trying to keep his eyes fixed on your face or any other part of the room, except where you were currently undressing.  His plans changed as he had to rush over to keep you from faceplanting after tripping on your train. Â
âRelax,â you giggled. Â âIt will be fine. Â Just donât let my father find out.â Â Without that, you slipped out of the dress to collapse on the bed, completely unconscious.
Enma was now faced with a moral dilemma. Â He should call your father, he really should. Â But if he did that, heâd have to explain to the man that he was involved. Â That he was alone in a very cheap motel room with you passed out, almost naked on the bed. Â And it wasnât like he could call your father and leave, there was no way of telling what would happen in between then and your father showing up.
With a sigh, Enma slipped his phone back in his pocket and grabbed one of the blankets to take with him to the chair. Â This was not going to be fun to explain in the morning. Â
The line in italics has been taken from the movie.  (Along with the idea of the ârunawayâ princess (in this case, heiress)
Sabrina
you end up being in on the mafia âgameâ mainly because you move in right next door to Tsuna during high school
growing up, you were always a rather large fan of YamamotoÂ
really, he wasnât a large fan of Yamamoto - he was cute, talented, friendly
still, though Yamamoto was friendly to you, you basically saw that you werenât ever going to be more than friends, he just didnât notice you
you leave for college, going to school in America - learning talents that you know will help you in the mafia, and maybe end up impressing Yamamoto that way
and when you come back, it works and you do impress Yamamoto and he finally notices you - but because of your particular skill set, you end up working more closely with Gokudera
who was always fairly nice to you - but letâs face it, heâs definitely no Yamamoto
until one day, youâre at a party, escorted by Yamamoto and you realize that this is not meshing up with your dreams - yes, Yamamotoâs by your side, but itâs wrong, the things heâs talking about, the people heâs talking to, these arenât your things
after that night, you and Yamamoto call it quits, but still remain close friends - after all, the relationship hadnât lasted a while and both of you basically realized that the other wasnât your âforever personâ
Yamamoto is the one who pushes Gokudera to talk to you - because heâs hung out around both of you enough and is observant enough at this age to realize what neither of you could
you and Gokudera end up fighting over who heâs going to be in the wedding, you want Yamamoto for your âMan of Honor ;)â; Gokudera wants him as a groomsman
Casablanca
Tsuna had always loved you - he had met you during a hard time in his life and you had been right there, seemingly able to understand the same pain and so able to help him through it
and then one day you disappear never to be seen from again - he doesnât understand, the relationship had been serious, he was about to ask you to marry him, and so heâs left with regretÂ
he moves on leaving you in his past as best he can
seeing you at that Gala, hanging on the arm of a boss who he was about to enter talks about an ally, blindsides him and he can barely make it out of the room before heâs punching a wallÂ
you follow him, of course you do, he just canât seem to catch a break
heâs just about to tell you get out of his mansion, to take your escort and never come back if you want your partnerâs family to survive
you cut him off with an explanation - he had sworn to himself that excuses wouldnât work on him, but even he isnât hard hearted enough to ignore this one
you had been married to this man for far longer than Tsuna and you had been involved - a coup had left your family reeling and you believing your husband had been assinated
and that night he was going to propose, the night you had left was the night you had found out that your husband had survived and gone back to him
and faced with that, thereâs nothing Tsuna can do but force a smile and congratulate you, nothing he can do but deifnitely enter the partnership with your family
nothing he can do but fake a smile every time he sees you after that, always on the arm of the man who had you first
Cleopatra
âYou dare ask me to kneel.â Byakuran stared at where you were sitting at the end of the main hall of your mansion.  His men behind him shifted, irritated by the command. Â
âI asked it of the Vongola Decimo. Â I demand it of you.â Â You stared haughtily down your nose at him, unimpressed by his own title, he knew. Â You obviously werenât one of the few granted memories of the future arc where he had almost succeeded in taking over all the known universes.
Still, he lowered himself with a cocky smile, making it clear that he had done it through his own volition. Â He remembered you in that future - and honestly, every other timeline he had encountered you in, some things would never change - as every inch a queen as you were here. Â You hadnât bowed to him in the beginning either. Â He had known then that if anyone was equal to stand next to him, it would be you. Â
âOf course,â he lowered his head. Â âI will offer the respect required in your own home.â Â He remembered the pleasure he had taken in showing you his full power in the alternate timeline. Â
âHowever, I fully expect the same courtesy to be returned when you come to my home.â Â He had brought you your knees in the other world.
âAnd when would I ever be in your home?â Â He would do it again in this one.Â
The line has been altered from âI asked it of Julius Caesar.  I demand it of you.â to âI asked it of the Vongola Decimo.  I demand it of youâ for obvious reasons
Gone With the WindÂ
You had come to him when you had nothing, only able to pledge your allegiance and your loyalty to him. Â Your family lay in ruins, and there was no where else to turn. Â But you knew that you could survive, you were good at what you did. Â
âAnd what does the Varia need with a femme fatale? Â We donât need to seduce secrets out of people, we just go in and take what we want. Â We have a mist if we need it.â Â Xanxus had stared down at you, no hint of what he was thinking in that fiery gaze.
You refused to be intimidated, you had gone through too much, survived too much to give up now. Â âAnd will that always be the case? Â What happens when you run into someone who can see through your illusions? Â What happens when you are called upon for information from someone who can withstand your torture. Â The world constantly changes to overcome the best techniques. Â But there will always be one thing that humans canât resist.â Â
âLet me guess, sex.â Â Xanxus sounded unimpressed.
You shrugged. Â âOr the illusion of it, the prompt of it. Â Iâm flexible.â
âI bet you are.â Â Xanxus considered the options. Â There was a certain amount of truth to what you had said. Â If there was one thing that he could count on, was that even in the mafia, a good figure could open most doors. Â And damn, you had a good figure. Â âFine, youâre in. Â A trial basis only for right now. Â Weâll talk later.â
Because itâs not super clear here,whatâs taken from the movie is you (Scarlett) going to Xanxus (Rhett) when she needs help (in this case, protection/money/etc) and be willing to use her âfeminine wilesâ so to speak, to get what she wants.  Â
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