#and the next time he sees him he attempts to start a duet

[xvxblahhhxvx]

Ok so we all just know Chuuya went to see Wicked in theaters and decided to make Defying Gravity his theme song.

He's battling an enemy, and he suddenly disappears. Next thing you know, there's a disembodied voice-

"Something has changed within me..."

The enemy turns around, but he can't find him.

"Something is not the same..."

And this keeps going until Chuuya signals for one of his subordinates to hit the light so the enemy can see him standing on the ceiling as he belts:

"I THINK I'LL TRY DEFYING GRAVITYYYYY"

He's still singing it on the car ride home.

[mournings-stars]

Maybe the wrapping wings around heddies but the reader wraps their wings around the characters?

okay i rly like this but what about with characters that don’t have wings?? (lmk if yall want characters w wings cus this is kinda silly funny haha)

charlie

she loves when your wings wrap around her — every time she hugs you, she’s waiting for that extra warmth and when it comes she just hugs you even tighter

she wouldn’t ask you to do it, but if you put a wing around her in public she’s trying not to get too excited

cuddling is a must for wings. you’re sitting on the couch? she wants a nice feathery blanket. lying in bed? same thing. watching a scary movie? she’s using your wings as a shield to duck under anytime theres a jump scare

if you asked her if she’d like a wing, she’s the happiest you’ve ever seen her

“im starting to wonder if you’re just dating me for my wings,” you’d joke and she’d laugh and say, “they’re definitely a plus” while running her finger over the top of one (this girl likes to tease i know it)

she loves when you cuddle up to her and wrap your wings around her, like she just melts

she does not let anyone play with them. ever. if niffty tried to go scurrying around them, she’s taking her away faster than she can blink

your wings are hers as much as they are yours, but that’s a silent rule between you two that she doesn’t plan on voicing

she just gives “let me be your wings” from thumbelina vibes like you would have a duet like that

alastor

now if you ever need to gossip, he’s clearing his throat and you’re shielding your conversation with your wings while you two laugh and whisper

he does not want anyone touching him but if you put a wing around him he knows you guys have some important business to talk about

sometimes you throw up your wing, whisper, and he has to stop himself from laughing when you quickly put your wing down, alastor batting it with his microphone as you laughed

now if he’s ever hurt, that’s when your wings go around him, making sure no one sees so he can escape to saftey

you’d always come to his rescue even if he got mad at you for it, wings wrapping around him as you struck his attacker faster than he could summon his shadows (and he definitely gets pissed about it but hey what are … friends …. for!)

wings are for shit talking and the occasional life saver when it comes to al

angel dust

he loves the security of your wings

after a long day, you’d just lie in his room, wings wrapped around him as he held you close — he’d either fall asleep or want to sit in silence like that, but either way you were happy to help

sometimes you’d just sit at the bar, wing around him as you talked and laughed together

whenever you went out together, your wings were a strict barrier that no one dared to cross. you put a wing in front of angel when some guy approaches him? he and every other demon are backing off for the rest of the night. you’re walking down the street? wing around him and no one is approaching you

he definitely asks you to do it (in his own very special way) and he likes to tease you when you’re around other people

but you both know he treasures the safety your wings give him

pentious

my boy pentious 100% thinks you’ve turned against him the first time you drape your wings over him — you could’ve literally been sleeping and he’d accuse you of trying to smother him

“i was sleeping!” “your subconscious mind plans to kill me, too!”

he warms up to it though because the next time it happens you’re fast asleep and theres no attempt to block his airways, or whatever he thought you’d do, so he snuggles into the warmth

being a snake (i love snakes im gonna b a lil nerdy about this one) pen likes to burrow. especially at night. he’d start to curl up under the warmth of your wings and rest there until you eventually moved

some days you’d wake up and he’d be completely hidden beneath your wings. if you lift one, he’d very quickly tug it back (definitely how he found out about sensitive wings)

he felt very bad :(

cherri

wings are for parties!

they give you the best dance numbers — dramatic reveal, awesome poses, super dope flying routine…!

then they’re for comedowns because once you’re home from the club shit hits the fan and you’re wrapping your wings around her so she can even try to sleep

but then the morning comes and you brush it off cus it’s time to blow shit up!

definitely using your wings as a shield though — they’re probably dyed pink and red by now, with all the times you’ve had to cover the two of you from explosives

but she finds it super hot so…

velvette

she likes to fuck with you

1000% uses them as her personal armor — you’re basically a body guard

she’ll wrap them around herself while looking in the mirror, modeling your wings like a feather coat

“my wings are not going in your collection,” you’d have to tell her, still pulling her closer with them as you met her eyes in the mirror

“yeah, guess you’re right. can’t have anyone else getting a hold of these, can we?”

she loves being wrapped in them while she sleeps — she loves you sleeping next her, cause then she can lay them however she wants

it’s always best when you’re wings fold in and bring her closer though

definitely been used for a private moment in the office

she says they’re your best asset

vox

now this man is, under no circumstances, letting you wrap your wings around him

in public? absolutely not…

in private? well…. no! totally not!

at least not until you’re asleep and he’s situating himself beneath them. it’s not his fault a feather blanket helps him fall asleep

you’ve definitely waited until he fell asleep, draped you wings over him, and watched him relax into them

he’s not slick

like at all

not even in public

he’ll touch them and the minute one even wraps around him, his screen is buffering

speaking of in public… just wait til you’re at a party. he’s drunk and all over you, touching your wings, handling them like their his own, you have to use them to shield the two of you when he gets too handsy, and he loves it; pushing your buttons until your wings are around him and being more than satisfied by that

niffty

girl is crazy

she cleans them, climbs on them, inspects them (almost rips the fuck out of your feathers)

there’s no way you can wrap that girl up, she’s too quick

but she would love petting them and thats why shes here

[fullsunfilm]

svt hyung line’s reaction to surprise kisses

felt like i needed to write tonight so here we go!!

svt x gn!reader, all fluff (again x2)

wc: ~800

read the maknae line ver

seungcheol

he’s distracted when you strike. he’s doing the dishes, scrubbing away at the grimy plates when he jumps from a small peck on the back of his neck. as you attempt to escape, he tears off the comically large rubber gloves and chases after you. when he catches you, he basically wrestles you into a hug, laughing as you whine and playfully hit his chest. he doesn’t let you go until after he finishes pressing a loving kiss on your lips and leaving a few love bites on your neck.

jeonghan

jeonghan isn’t the type to let things go easily. so when you pretend he has a bit of shaving cream left on his face only to kiss his jaw and dash off, he’s already formulating a plan to get revenge. at jun’s birthday party the next day, he purposely brushes his cupcake a bit too close to your face. when he offers to help you clean up, he presses his mouth to your cheek and kisses the frosting off, laughing as you go red in front of your friends.

joshua

you mess with joshua, you get what’s coming to you. you surprise him in the pool, while he’s lounging on the sidelines for a bit and sipping on a juice box. you leap at him from under the water, splash him, and press a chaste kiss on his nose before diving under once more and swimming off. he returns the favor after a couple hours, when you’re standing by the poolside. he asks for your hand, which you happily give in order to prevent him from completely turning into a prune. he’s waited hours for this moment. with a strong tug, he yanks you into the pool and catches you in his arms, laughing and peppering kisses along your pouty face.

junhui

when you surprise him with a soft kiss to his cheek, he immediately wraps his arms around you and locks you in place. he smirks. and then he starts to tickle. he doesn’t stop, no matter how many times you try to use the excuse that you’re going to pee yourself if he keeps going. he continues to torture you, taunting you and getting payback for the lack of a proper kiss. for a moment, you think you actually are going to pee yourself, but he stops before you do and stares at you expectantly. you sigh teasingly. there’s only one way out of being tickled to death by jun. with a huff, you press a long kiss to his lips, feeling him rest his arms around you and melt into the kiss.

soonyoung

the two of you are in the middle of a duet, dancing lazily. he doesn’t notice your mischievous smile for the longest time, completely focused on the movements and the choreography. when there’s a moment in the dance where the two of you are facing each other closely, you suddenly rush forward and press a quick kiss to his lips. he breaks, body refusing to move even as the song continues on. when the choreographer asks him what’s wrong, he flushes red and tries to play it off. he requests a break and playfully scolds you the entire time, even with his reddened face in his hands.

wonwoo

in the middle of his league game, wonwoo suddenly feels a set of lips meet his cheek. he doesn’t seem to be affected, only reacting with a soft hum. his hands and eyes stay focused on the screen. you huff, suspecting that he’s immune to your surprises. after his game ends, while you’re laying on the couch reading your favorite book, he pulls the book out of your hands, shoves the bookmark in, and dives onto the couch with you. the two of you spend the next hour cuddling and kissing. you learn that he won his league game after he doubled down and sped through his lane, motivated by your kiss.

jihoon

while he’s bopping his head to one of the tracks he put together, you press a quick kiss to his temple. he’s surprised. he didn’t even know that you were in the room, thanks to bumzu leaving the door slightly ajar for you on his way to the bathroom. you laugh when he reacts, eyes wide and mouth open. he’s happy to see you, and he’s certainly happy to receive a kiss. a smile blooms on his face and he pulls you in close for a hug before he unplugs his headphones and lets you listen in on his newest work.

a/n: ive been having the biggest writer’s block lately when it comes to some of the longer fics i’m writing.. but i just felt like i needed to write something, so have this! i’ll probably finish up a maknae line version later this week :]

[wowzees]

I thought you were the love of my life. I was wrong.

pairing: charles leclerc x reader, little bit of max verstappen x reader

genre: angst (and fluff)

summary: you met charles in your flower shop. Now that you and he have broken up due to drunken mistakes, what happens when he comes to your shop to buy flowers? (they’re not for you)

august, 2018

The bell of your shop rang as a customer walked in. looking up from the pink and white peonies you were tending to. “hi! welcome to Aumbiance florale! what can i get for you…” As you turned around, you were met with the most breathtaking man you have ever seen. he had messy brown hair, beautiful green eyes and a light dusting of freckles over his cheeks. “im here to pick up an order of flowers? i placed an order yesterday.” he spoke, seemingly shy. “of course! what name is the order placed under?” “charles leclerc”.

once you get back from your workstation in the back of the shop, you see him wandering around the store, stopping every now and then to look at the flower arrangements scattered around. “here you are. that’ll be $37.63.” he inserts his card into the payment machine. “great. thank you for stopping by, i hope to see you again soon!” you say, as the payment goes through. “will you get dinner with me sometime?” he blurts, a blush quickly appearing over his freckled cheeks. “oh! yeah, i'd be more than happy to.” you say, bashfully “do you want my number, or is there another way you want me to contact you?” after giving your number to Charles, he quickly presses a quick, barely there kiss on your cheek before hurrying out of your shop.

september, 2019

After that first date with Charles, you immediately hit it off. Now, a year and a month later, you were boyfriend and girlfriend and live together.

“Dance with me, charles!” you giggle, getting lost in the music softly playing from your phone as you two cook together. you grab him and you two start swaying in time with the music. Charles starts peppering kisses on your face, his stubble tickling your face as you laugh together, the aroma of spices and the sound of laughter filling the air.

december, 2019

c'mon charles!” you say as you drag him to the ice skating rink. “It'll be fun!”. you stumble onto the ice together, and it takes about 4 seconds for charles to immediately faceplant into the ice. “owwwwwwww” he groans, rolling around on the ice and nearly getting run over by a mom and her kids. “Charles baby you have to get up or you'll get run over” you say offering him a hand. He gives you a look saying ‘bitch do you think i can get up’ then attempts to take your hand. All he does is pull you down onto him. you both burst out laughing as the moment is recorded online and quickly goes viral.

march, 2020

It was a rainy day in Monaco. Charles had just finished streaming with his friends, and you had just finished reading your book. with your eyes slightly stinging from crying about a MAJOR character loss and a cliffhanger, you walked to your bedroom hoping to take a quick nap. On your way, you pass the piano and can't help but pause and look at it. After moments of contemplating, you quickly take a seat and start playing one half to a duet you and your sister played before you two cut eachother off. When Charles hears you, he comes and sits down next to you before starting to play the other half of the duet. you two play in perfect harmony until you reach the end. when all the memories catch up to you, you can't help but cry. You start to share your and your sister's story, why you don't talk anymore and how your mom took her side in the whole argument and cut you off. “and she stole my boyfriend! I trusted her, I trusted him, and he cheated on me! with my sister, no less! an-an then my mom took her side, and said it was my fault i couldn't put it out! the-then she cut me off and kicked me out of the house!”

Charles genuinely didn't know what to say. All he did was silently vow that no one would ever hurt you again.

june, 2021

 “Charles, where have you been?” you ask, worried. “you said you would be home for dinner” you sigh. “i got caught up in a meeting i couldn't get out of. i'm sorry, sweetheart.” he grumbles “its ok, just let me know next time” you mutter, before climbing into bed. charles joined you not too long after. if you were less sleep deprived and worried, you would have seen the faint hickey on his neck.

This same cycle went on for weeks. you, waiting up at home, charles coming in late, often smelling faintly of alcohol, and coming up with some shitty excuse for why he was late. it didn't take long for you to blow up at him, screaming and crying and nearly throwing a lamp at him.

“It happens all the time now, charles! Do you know the last time we had a meal together? the last time we’ve gone to bed and woken up together? hell, the last time we’ve had sex? cause i sure as hell don't! and thats probably because its been fucking months!” you scream at him, tears running down your face. “fuck this. i'll be back soon” you say, before throwing together a quick bag and leaving to your best friend's house.

if you had stayed a little longer, you would have learned exactly why he had been coming home so late. but it didn't take long for you to see for yourself.

one week later

“charles? im back.’’ the apartment was silent, except for faint sounds coming from your bedroom. you started walking there, assuming charles was streaming or gaming with his friends. as you pushed open the door, you were met with the sight of some girl, riding charles. charles was thrusting up into her, “fuck!” he exclaims “so much better than her!”

“oh my god” you whisper “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god”. you shut the door, and walk to the living room. you sit down on the couch, with the head in your hands and start crying. 

half an hour later, Charles walks out shirtless and seemingly going to the kitchen. “where are you going, huh? to go make something to eat for her?” he jumps, not seeing you. “wai, baby i can explai-” “shut the fuck up charles, were done. i'll be back to get my stuff later.” you walk out of the door, hoping he would stop you, tell you to wait, to come back. but he never did.

over the course of the next few weeks, you were a mess. you stayed with your best friend, buried yourself with work, and got drunk almost every single night. after a few weeks of this, she decided to drag you to therapy. 

going to therapy helped a lot. you learned how to express yourself properly, how to take care of yourself, but most importantly how to move on. you started putting more effort into your shop, and soon your small, little flower shop became the most popular in Monaco. 

you were making flower arrangements for a wedding. It was just you, as most of your employees had taken today off and the ones who hadn't were at the shop. while at the venue, you ran into one of charles’s friends, max verstappen. 

“hey, max! how are you, i haven't seen you for a while” you say while going up to him, giving him a hug. “hey! how are you? are you still with charles?” “no we broke up a year ago” you mutter. “im sorry” he apologizes, looking frantic. “oh, no worries, he cheated,” you sigh. “it is what it is though”. as you and max converse the time genuinely flies. “hey, im sorry, but i have to go and close the shop. i would love to get dinner sometime though.” “yeah, of course! ill text you”

2 night later, you and max go out to dinner. the night is filled with laughter, fun and eventually you going back to his place.

not to long after that, he askes you to be his girlfriend.

6 months later

as you and max are in the back of the shop, you hear the bell ring. “ill go help them, maxie.” you quickly kiss him before hurrying out to help your customer.

as you walk out, you almost freeze in your tracks, charles is at the counter, waiting for help as the girl you recongize to be the girl he cheated on you with is wondering around the store, her back turned to you.

“hi, how can i help you?” you ask, avoiding eye contact. “um, i just wanted a vase of white and pink peonies, they’re my moms favorite.” as you walk to the table with the peonies, the girl turns around, and you drop the vase.

it was your fucking sister

your sister was the girl charles had cheated on you with

max hurries out of the back room when he hears the vase drop

“baby, are you ok?” he asks, checking over you frantically. “yeah, im fine. can you clean this up please? i need to grab another vase.” he agrees, and you quickly go to the back to recompose yourself and grab another vase. 

once you finish, you walk out to the counter, and hand over the flowers. for the first time in a year and a half, you look charles in the eye.

“here you go. that’ll be $40.” your sister walks up next to him, and forcefully grabs his jaw and starts making out with him. 

“ok have a good day. you can leave now” you say. your sister smirks at you as they walk out.

as she turns, you see a bump. she was fucking pregnet.

charles got your sister pregnant.

charles, the man who vowed to never hurt you, got the person who hurt you the most, pregnant.

[ornii]

My Better Bitter Half, Part 11

Apologies for taking so long but we back baby.

How well do we really know our parents? Take my father. I've always considered him an open book. A man given to misguided schemes and exaggerated displays of affection. But when he was a student, he was accused of a murder that took place right up there. Which leads me to wonder...what really happened that stormy night 32 years ago?

You, your sister Wednesday and, possible crush Enid stood together listening to the drivel that principal Weems was spewing.

“Nevermore was created as a safe haven for our children to learn and to grow, no matter bI realize most of you have heard about the unfortunate incident involving one of our students.bBut I'm happy to report that Eugene is on the mend and is expected to make a full recovery.bSo let's focus on the positive and make this Parents' Weekend our very best yet.” Weems said.

“On the mend?” Wednesday said.

“Try in a coma.” You chime in, Enid turns to Wednesday and you.

“Have you been to see him? You're his friends.”

“I'm the reason he's in the hospital.” Wednesday said, and Enid attempts to console her.

“That is not your fault, okay?” She says, and you raise an eyebrow.

“Well… technically speaking—“ you start, Enid glares at you, convincing you to stop speaking. You close your mouth and shrug.

“Besides, The monster hasn't attacked anyone in the past week. Maybe you finally scared it off.” Enid explains, and you rub your chin, pondering.

“Or maybe it went into hiding to avoid this weekend. Too many people… they want to avoid getting caught.” You say, suddenly your eyes catch a glimpse of black, three figures, Mother, Father, and Pugsley. Wednesday also notices the family arriving.

“I knew I should have worn my plague mask.” Wednesday said.

“Would you look at my family?” Enid looks over to her howling family.

“Talk about toxic pack mentality. I give my mom 30 seconds before her judge-y claws come out. Let's get this over with.” She said, the students agree and go to face their family.

“There he is. Oh, how we missed those devilish eyes and youthful glare.” Morticia, your mother hugged you sternly, and you happily accepted her love, as decrepit as it was..

“Madré!” You say, hugging her. Spotting your father you also reciprocate a hug.

Padre! How are you father?” You say, you see how uncomfortable Wednesday is, obviously human interaction was not her strong suit.

“How are you, my little rain cloud?” Morticia hugs her daughter.

“I thought Thing was filling you in on my every move.” Wednesday says, Morticia and Gomez look surprised that she knows, and you casually chime in.

“You didn’t think we wouldn’t notice?” You smirk, standing next to Wednesday.

“I uncovered your feeble subterfuge almost immediately.”

“We.” you chime in.

“So, how's the little fella doing? Does he still have all his fingers?” Gomez says.

“Relax. I haven't snapped any of his digits. Yet.”

“So tell us everything.”

“Since you've abandoned me here, I've been hunted, haunted... and the target of an attempted murder.”

Much to no one surprised, the Addams Re reveled in it. Morticia and Gomez reach the Principals office with the family. morticia looks at her old yearbook with Principal Weems

“I haven't laid eyes on this in over 20 years. Such good times we had, didn't we, Larissa?”

“Some of us better than others.”

“Oh, don't be so modest. You always filled a room with your presence. Like a stately sequoia tree.”

“And I guess that would make you the lumberjack.”

The two engage in passive aggressive softball, and you couldn’t enjoy it more, sneering.

“There's that biting sense of humor that I always adored. Do you remember when we did that duet for the Solstice Talent Show? Your Judy Garland impression was a dead ringer.” Morticia says.

“Sounds positively suicidal.” Wednesday said.

“I’d love to see it. Im sure Wedensday would agree.” You say, crossing your leg as you wink at Wednesday, who stares daggers at you. Morticia notices something off.

“Oh. My picture's gone.”

“Really? Well, that is odd.” Weems says, feigning innocence.

“May I borrow this for the weekend? That way Gomez and I can take a little walk down memory lane.” She says to her husband, they gawk at each other which only makes Weems more, uncomfortable.

“All right. Let's get down to the matter at hand, shall we? Unfortunately, Wednesday's assimilation has been rocky at best.”

“Because I refuse to embrace the culture of dishonesty and denial permeating this school.

Starting with the monster that killed Rowan and put Eugene in the ICU.” She says, you raise your finger.

“Although I do hear he's on the mend.” You say with a grin, Weems puts on a smile, a fake one.

“We've always encouraged our children to speak their minds.” Gomez said

“Sometimes her sharp tongue and his serrated wit can cut deep.” Gomez says.

“Apparently her therapist feels she hasn't been very open to the process. Their time together has not yielded the results we'd hoped.” Weems explains

“I'm not a lab rat.” Wednesday said in retort.

“I say more like a, Crow. A lab crow.” You say, Your sisters cold glare was in the corner of your eye.

“I believe Wednesday should get the help she deserves.” You say, only adding more fuel to the fire and Weems Agrees.

“Dr. Kinbott and I have spoken, and we both agree it would be most beneficial for you all to attend a family session this weekend.” She said, and the word “family” made you halt.

“Wait.. family?” You ask. “Absolutely not.”

“No.” Wedensday shuts it down quickly, and Weems shakes her head.

“I thought that might be your reaction, but your parents can see the wisdom in it.”

“Um, not to side with Wednesday, but, um, we're only here for the weekend.” Morticia says, and Gomez spoke up.

“Oh, come on. What can it hurt? To be honest, I've always been a big fan of head-shrinking.”

“It's not that kind of head-shrinking, father.” You say, now having the annoyed cadence of your sister.

“Well, that is disappointing. But anything for our kids.” Morticia says, much to the annoyance of the twins.

The Therapy session began as (Y/n), Wednesday and Pugsley sat in the middle with both Morticia and Gomez at sides, Kinbott looks at the full Addams family with gleaming hope.

“So, who wants to start?” She said, it was silent, until she asked again.

“Maybe we can discuss what it's like having Wednesday away from home?” She said, and Pugsley began.

“I mean, for me....it's been hard not having (Y/n) and Wednesday around. I never thought I'd miss being waterboarded and Used as a host for ghosts so much.” Pugsley admits.

“Morticia, Gomez. How have you been coping?” Kinbott asks them.

“It's been torture for us too.”

“Fortunately, my brother Fester's rack fits two people.”

“Nothing like a good stretch to bring out the best in each other.” Morticia says and the two simply cannot get their hands off of Each other.

“Enough!” Wednesday said, actually letting her anger out. And not many times, (Y/n) agrees.

“I think it's high time my parents faced the music. It seems they've been lying to me.

Keeping secrets. Murderous secrets that need to be addressed. Who was Garrett Gates, and why are you accused of murdering him?” Wednesday asks her father, (Y/n) squints his eyes and slowly turns to Gomez.

“…Father?” He asks, which Gomez’s attitude shifts, and Morticia quickly intervenes

“Those charges were dropped. Your father is an innocent man.”

“Local sheriff doesn't seem too convinced.”

“Wednesday, stop. This is neither the time nor the place.”

“Mother, did you know about this?” (Y/n) asks Morticia.

“(Y/n), now isn’t the time for this.” She said.

“Actually, this is exactly the place.” Kinbott chimes in. “These sessions are—“

“Doctor. This does not concern you. And I refuse to debate a decades-old witch-hunt with you right now.” Morticia says.

“Darling, maybe we should...” Gomez says.

“No. This session is over.”

“Have it your way, Mother.” Wednesday stood up and stormed off.

“Wednes... Wednesday?”

“If you refuse to tell me the truth, I'll just have to excavate it myself.” She walks off, and Morticia follows.

“What were you thinking? How could you ambush your father like that? Wednesday.”

“How could I? You insisted I go to this school.

Did you really think I wouldn't find out your secret?”

“You don't know the full story. Your father did nothing wrong.”

“I'll be the judge of that.” Wednesday walks off, (Y/n) exits the building to see his sister leave, and he follows, Wednesday enters the hospital and makes her way to Eugene’s room, he follows silently until she sits at his side.

“I harvested hive number three. The bees miss you, Eugene. We all do.” Wednesday said, (Y/n) smiles and gently taps on the door. Wednesday quickly turns around and sees her brother.

“How long have you been listening?” She said.

“Long enough to see you care.”

“I don’t.”

“Sure you don’t.” (Y/n) walks next to his sister, looking at Eugene. A heated rage begins to overtake him.

“He didn't deserve this. I should be in that bed.” Wednesday says, and (Y/n) shakes his head…

“It isn’t your fault, it’s the monster who did this, and we will find him, I can assure you of that. Now Cmon, we have to get back to Mother and Father, you’d hate to make they worry.” (Y/n) says with sarcasm. Wednesday reluctantly follows. The twins return to eat with their family.

“Mmm. I am famished. You're not hungry, darling?” Morticia says to her daughter, (Y/n) was too busy looking over at Enid.

“My appetite eludes me, Mother.” She replies; Enid is forced to sit with her family,

“So are you going to make me ask?” Her mother says, and Enid assumes she means the Addams boy who’s making dreamy eyes at her.

“Well.. (Y/n) and I haven't defined our relationship yet, even if it is one—“

“I'm not talking about boys. Have you wolfed out yet?” She says, Enid inhaled sharply and out on a smile.

..”No.”

“Well, that is a disappointment.”

“That's me. A huge disappointment…” she says, (Y/n) sees how sad she is, he stands up and walks over, he adjusts his clothes and smiles.

“Excuse me.” He says, he offers a handshake.

“You must be Miss Sinclair.” He says and takes her hand, the woman puts on a smile as Enid was now panicking. Her crush and now her overbearing mother meeting.

“I’m really sorry but I have to speak with Enid, just for a moment.”

“Alright? Don’t try anything—“

“Mom!” Enid says though her teeth, he leads Enid away and he sighs.

“I’m sorry to pull you from your family—“

“No it’s fine, I actually wanted to ask you something.”

“You did? What?” (Y/n) asks.

“Well… I, don’t know how to feel after the dance…” she begins.

“You, didn’t have fun?” (Y/n) asks, and Enid shakes her head.

“No, of course I did! It’s just… you’re like my best friend, besides Wednesday, you’re.. more than my best friend.. someone I really care about.

“I’d.. like that.. to be more… I know you’re still heartbroken after Ajax..” (Y/n) begins, Enid watches but slowly peers over his shoulder to see what’s going on.

“Uh.. (Y/n)?”

“And I don’t want to be a replacement I, I want to be more than that, I want to be…”

“(Y/n)… your, dad.”

“What I’m trying to say is that I want you to be my Girl—“

“Your dads getting arrested!” She yells. (Y/n) stops and turns around to see his father being taken away by police.

“Gomez Addams. You're under arrest for the murder of Garrett Gates. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”

“Father?”

“You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you.” (Y/n) can only watch as his father is taken away, god only knows what hellscape awaits.

The Twins stood at the blocked off prison visiting room, as their father sits solemnly at the seat. He sees the two stand there.

“My little tormenta, how's your mother?” Gomez asks Wednesday first.

“Devastated. She hates you in orange. I caught her laying a rose on a grave earlier today. The headstone read "Garrett Gates." The very boy you've been arrested for murdering. Care to explain?” She says, and (Y/n) nods.

“It’s best for everyone, father, elaborate.” He said, and Gomez explains.

“Garrett was infatuated with your mother. He mistook her kindness for interest. His infatuation turned into obsession, and he started stalking her.”

“Why didn't you call the police?”

“We tried. But his family were the oldest and richest in Jericho, But No one believed us. Garrett's father, an outcast-hating bigot, was furious that your mother had accused his only son. It all came to a head the night of the Rave'N Dance. Your mother and I stepped out to catch our breath. And that's when I saw him. He had broken into the school. His twisted love for your mother had made him insane. His eyes bore into me, brimming with murderous intent. My life flashed before my eyes. Driven by jealousy and hate, Garrett was When I saw the sword, my survival instinct kicked in. It was a terrible accident.” Gomez says, (Y/n) and Wednesday look at each other. (Y/n) motions his sister over and they speak out of hearing range from their father.

“If I'm being objective, his confession sounds entirely plausible, delivered with the perfect degree of sincerity. Perhaps father is exactly what he says.” Wednesday said.

“I agree; although father has a magnificent poker face, I think he’s telling the truth, but then again, what other rotting skeletons are in his closet, let’s play it safe.” (Y/n) said, they walk back and speak at the same time.

“Thank you for being honest with us.”

“I'm sorry I wasn't a better father.” He says, trying to hold back tears, Wednesday had no emotion, (Y/n) sighed.

“Could we please do without the overt display of emotion?” Wednesday demands, and forms composed himself.

“How many fathers hand their daughter a fencing blade when she's five?”

“Your saber strokes were an essay in perfection.”

“How many fathers would teach their son how to beat a lie detector?”

“It’s all about your heartbeat.”

“Or teach her how to swim with sharks?”

“They found you as cold-blooded as I do.”

“The right way to flay a rattlesnake?”

“They really do taste like chicken when prepared properly.”

“The point is, you taught us how to be strong and independent.” Wednesday begins, and (Y/n) adds in.

“And..How to navigate in a world full of treachery and prejudice. You are the reason we understand how imperative it is that we never lose sight of who we are, no matter what life throws at us.” (Y/n) looks into the eyes of his father, showing he means everything he says.

“So as far as fatherhood goes, I would say you've been more than adequate.” Wednesday said, and Gomez holds back a year.

“Gracias, (Y/n), Wednesday.”

The visitation ends and the two step out of the jail.

“We’ll have to consider all of this…” (Y/n) said, Wednesday also agrees and turns to (Y/n).

“You need to… console, Pugsley.”

“Why me?” (Y/n) asks, and Wednesday stares at him.

“… Yeah, I suppose you trying to comfort him would be… an issue.” (Y/n) chuckles, Wednesday turns her head forward.

“I’m going to.. convince the sheriff to hear me out.”

“As long as you don’t wind up behind bars as well, go for it.” He says, they split up and leave, (Y/n) walked past multiple happy families, (Y/n) approached the lake with a bag in hand, he peers over to see Pugsley sitting down.

“Go away.”

“Pug, You forgot your fishing gear.”

“I know you’re just trying to be nice to make me forget about dad. You’re being honest…It doesn't suit you.”

“That’s… fair. Father packed your favorite bait.” He sits next to him and digs into the bag, and grabs a hand grenade.

“What'll happen to him now?” He asks, and (Y/n) primes a grenade and casually tosses it into the water.

“Well, he's confessed, so there won't be a trial. After he's sentenced, he'll be sent to a state penitentiary, where he'll lose his mind being separated from Mother. Did you know they haven't spent a night apart since they tied the knot?”

“I always thought You’d be the first one in the family behind bars.” Pugsley said, (Y/n) shrugged.

“Funny enough, Wedensday nd I had a bet going… she owes me everything in her will.”

The water explodes deep down, and dead fish float up.

“That's quite a catch. Take the shrapnel out and we have a good feast.”

“I'm gonna miss him, (Y/n).”

“It's not over yet. He's innocent.”

“Well, if anyone can figure out who really committed the crime... it's you and Wednesday, you two work really well together. You have to find out the truth and free Dad.”

Pugsley’s words, so endearing. (Y/n) grits his teeth and nods.

“I will. I will Pugsley…Well, until that happens, we both know Mother will be falling apart.

Which means we have to be strong. And by "we," I mean you. Definitely not me.” He says, the brothers spend more time together before (Y/n) left the forest, as he walks out, his ears pick up the sound of sniffling. He halted as he searched for the origin of the sound, what caught his eye was the bright pink vest. He immediately recognized the color. He peers over to Enid sitting behind a tree, crying.

“Enid?” He asks, she looks up to him, her makeup a mess as it seems she’s been at it for a while, (Y/n) sits next to her.

“Is.. something wrong?” He asks, Enid looks at him like a sad, hurt puppy.

“It’s my mom she, wants to send me to… to..”

“To?”

“Conversion therapy! Like I’m some sort of disappointment!” She looks so hurt, (Y/n), not knowing how to console someone, he sighs and speaks from his black heart.

“Enid… you don’t need to wolf out to be a Weerwolf or, find a mate. Even without those powers, you’re unique, sparkly, bubbly, so kind and.. beautiful.” (Y/n) says, looking at the ground, enid looks up at him, perplexed.

“You.. think so?”

“Of course I do! You’re the only person who makes looking at pink bearable.” He says, his hand gently placed on hers. “If my father taught me anything, it’s to be yourself.. unapologetically, which…” he trails on.

“Ive.. been meaning to say this Enid, but I’ve had no luck, I want to ask.. will you—“

“(Y/n)!”

He hears his voice being called, he very didn’t much want to turn his attention to it, but he did, and he saw his sister approach.

“You have got to be kidding me..” he says, he was dragged away by his sister.

“Wednesday this better be good.”

“Father didn’t Kill Garrett. Neither did mother.”

Wednesday said dropping a bombshell, which raises the eyebrow of the Twin.

“Then.. who did?”

“Himself.”

“Okay, elaborate.”

“Mother told me what truly happened, she was protecting father when he attacked, but Garrett was foaming at the mouth. His eyes didn't look human. Foaming saliva, dilated pupils, mental confusion. What are those all textbook symptoms of?”

“Nightshade poisoning…” (Y/n) gets it, and puts everything together.

“He was dead before Mother stabbed him…”

“There's only one way to find out.” Wednesday said, and (Y/n) frowns, he knows what that means.

Late in the night, at the Grave of Miles Garrett, the twins dig his corpse up, both going to the graveyard as they dig up his casket, Morticia stands above them, watching the two.

“This reminds me of when you got your first grave-digging kit. You were so happy, you nearly smiled.” Morticia said, (Y/n) grumbles.

“Are you sure you don't want to join?” Wednesday asks.

“Uh... mm... No, that's okay, darling. I don't want to spoil your fun.” She says.

“This isn’t fun, mother, Digging up graves is for knaves and psychopaths.” (Y/n) jams into the earth again and feels a loud bang, they stop and uncover the decrepit tomb.

“Moment of truth.” Wednesday and (Y/n) open the tomb, the waft of rubbish bond and decaying flesh hits their nostrils. Wednesday seems to enjoy it. (Y/n) isn’t as enthusiastic as his sister. He looks over the corpse.

“I was right.” She points to the inner pocket, seeing hints of a stained blue liquid.

“Nightshade..” (Y/n) reaches in and grabs a finger, and with a quick and sharp twist, effortlessly removes his finger.

“Alright, now.. all we have to do is—“

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Someone from behind all three of they spoke, the twins popped their hands from the grave to see a police cruiser aiming their headlights at them, the second in command.

“Guess there's gonna be an Addams family reunion in lockup tonight. You're all under arrest.”

(Y/n) is locked up with his father, and Wednesday with her mother. Wednesday stands there, silent, as (Y/n) Taps his foot, fuming. Morticia and Gomez were all over each other

“Get comfortable. You can post bail in the morning.” Sherrif Galpin glares at the twins and leave..

“Not even the long arm of the law could keep us apart.”

“At least we'll have one last night together.

Yes.”

“I've seen jackals with more self-control than you two.” Wednesday glares at her parents lost in love.

“Neither one of you are strong enough to serve hard time. And thanks to me, you won't have to.” (Y/n) stops taping his foot.

“I knew our little jailbird would have an escape plan.”

“It seems Wednesday was correct about Garrett, He died from nightshade poisoning.”

“The remarkable preservation of soft tissue and blue tint confirms it. Which means Garrett was dying...Before you stabbed him.”

“You look even more ravishing as an innocent woman!”

“For once, could you two get off of each other and focus.” Wednesday said, (Y/n) agrees.

“Yes, we need to get this to the mayor, and he will drop all charges, all we need is someone to bring it to them.. someone we trust.. Pugsley.” (Y/n) says

“No.” Wednesday replies flatly.

“.. Lurch?”

“No.”

“…Uncle Fester“

“Absolutely not.” Wednesday said, (Y/n) walks to the edge of the cell.

“Well what do you suggest then? break out of here?” He says, Wednesday walks over and snatched the finger from his hand, and suddenly, she had a vision.,

“Prove to me you're still worthy to be called my son! Kill all those outcasts! Sneak into that dance and spike the punch bowl.” Those words rang through her. She sat up from her episode and her family obviously looks concerned.

“Did you have a vision?”

“What happened?”

“What did you see?”

“The night Garrett died, he had a vial of nightshade poison that broke in his pocket.

He wasn't just trying to kill father. He was going to use the nightshade poison to murder the entire school.” She says, the family look at each other. A sly grin creeps along the face of her brother.

“Oh I’m going to enjoy this…”

“Thank you for seeing us at such short notice, Mr. Mayor.”

The twins stand before the mayor, after being in jail for approximately 4 hours.

“Yes, well, veiled threats have that effect.”

“Then let’s cut to the chase, Garrett Gates wasn't killed by a stab wound.” (Y/n) goes first, then Wednesday places the severed finger on his desk.

“That blue sheen is a telltale sign of nightshade poisoning.” Wednesday said.

“But you already knew that, dont you mayor? Because back when you were sheriff, you were in charge and covered it up.”

“Ansel Gates hated outcasts and Nevermore.

He claimed the land the school was built on was stolen from his family over 200 years ago.

Garrett went there that night to spike the punch and kill all the kids at that dance.” The twins deliver a fairly clear shut argument, and the mayor grumbles, and confesses.

“Ansel confessed the whole thing to me in a drunken stupor. It was his idea.”

“Then Why did you instruct Dr. Anwar to falsify the autopsy report? You knew the truth about how he really died.”

“Listen, my job was to keep the peace. If there had been a trial, Jericho's and Nevermore's reputations would have been trashed.”

“I think the only reputation you were worried about ruining was your own.”

“I remember Garrett bragging to me that his father had the sheriff in his pocket. One year later, you get elected mayor. Hmm. No doubt with the full support of Ansel Gates.”

“I resent your implication.”

“I resent the fact you decided to cover up a potential Genocide of an entire school by a bigoted drug crazed maniac to save the face of this place. The truth stings, doesn’t it mayor?” (Y/n) said with a cold bite.

“What I resent is that you could have prevented Garrett's death if you had done your job when I lodged my complaint about him stalking our Mother.” Wednesday snaps back, The mayor was at a loss, and gave in.

“What do you want?” He asks them.

“All charges dropped. Our father will be released with a full and unequivocal apology from the sheriff's office. Do we have a deal?” (Y/n) asked, and the Mayor gave in.

The twins exit the building as (Y/n) thinks, and decides to speak about it.

“Have you spoken to mother about your visions? You know she could help you. You’d only have to ask Wednesday, we’re family.” He said. Wednesday was silent for a moment, and he continues.

“We’re Navigating this, treacherous shoal of our sibling relationship. But I'm always here for you, Wednesday. Mother, father, Pugsley, unfortunately.” He says.

“I’ll.. consider speaking to her.” Wednesday says, and (Y/n) sighs with relief. Gomez and Morticia We’re Released and All hugged, besides Wedensday.

“Don't crowd me.”

The next and final day, (Y/n) approached Enids family with her Next to him, they stopped and he motions for her to go.

“Stick to yourself, I know you’ve got this.” He says, and Enid walks to her mother, ready to stand her ground. Enid approached and her mother was already hounding her.

“So, it's decided. Six weeks at Camp Howl.

You'll need to pick which activity—“

“No, I don't. Because I'm not going. Not this summer. Not ever. If I'm meant to wolf out, then I'm going to do it on my own timeline and not yours. I hope that one day, you'll finally accept me for who I am.” Enid turns and sees (Y/n) smile, giving her a nod of approval.

(Y/n) returns back to his family as Wednesday was reluctantly being hugged goodbye.

“Don't push it.”

“Well, at least we can't say Parents' Weekend wasn't a nail-biter.” Gomez said.

“I knew you didn't have what it takes to be a murderer.” Wednesday says flatly,

“As much as that stings, gracias, my little death trap.” Gomez gives his daughter a hug, and turns to his son.

“A devious as always, my boy.” Gomez grins and (Y/n) smugly bows.

“Of course, manipulating the mayor into freeing my family a stroke of genius.” (Y/n) replies, and he and his father continue to laugh about it, Wednesday and Morticia watch them, she sighs happily and then goes back to her daughter, and she hands her the yearbook.

“As I leafed through the pages of this yearbook, I was reminded of all the wonderful times I had here. But they were just that. Mine.

You have your own path to blaze. I don't want to be a stranger in your life, darling. If you need me for anything, anything at all, I'm only a crystal ball away.”

“Thank you, Mother.” Wedensday looked blankly at her, but under those eyes was love, the Addams leave, letting the twins look into the book, and at a page of Weems.

“Hm… her Judy Garland costume was phenomenal..”

“…no.”

“No?”

“That isn’t a costume… she looks exactly like her.”

“Wednesday that’s impossible, the only way she could if Weems could shape her body to match hers.”

“…like a shape shifter?” Wedensday asks.

“Most likely, yes.” (Y/n) replies; Wednesday immediately slams the book shut and quickly walks off.

“Wednesday?” (Y/n) asks, and she bursts into Weems office.

“I knew it. I did witness Rowan getting murdered that night.” Wedensday stopped at the foot of the desk.

“Excuse me?” Weems asks.

“When Rowan appeared the next morning, it was you. When you participated in the talent show, not only did you impersonate Judy Garland, you became her. You're a shape-shifter.” Wedensday accuses her, and Weems scoffs at her.

“That's a fascinating theory.”

“I'm curious to find out how Sheriff Galpin feels when I tell him.” Wedensday says threateningly, Weems stands up, slowly showing her towering height.

“You won't tell a soul, Miss Addams. And it wouldn't matter much if you did. Rowan's father already knows what happened, and he fully supports my decision not to involve the authorities.”

“Why would he agree to that?”

“Because Rowan was not in his right mind. His telekinetic abilities were driving him mad and he attempted to murder you twice. His tragic death allowed us to rectify the situation without casting the school or Rowan in an unflattering light.” Weems explains the cover up.

“You and Mayor Walker are the same, aren't you? Burying bodies to cover your dirty secrets.”

“I did what I needed to do to shield this school from controversy and protect its students from harm.”

“Tell that to Eugene. How are you protecting him?”

The two continue to bicker, until (Y/n) bursts in.

“Principal Weems, Wedensday… you have to see this.” He rushes back and the two follow out to the yard as they bear witness. Flames dance in their eyes, seeing words burned into the ground, this was a message, who knows the borrows that are yet to come

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Duet, Pt 6

Next, we find McKay and Cadman in Heightmeyer's office which should be familiar to him, as we saw in The Gift (S01E18) that he was in therapy (or, in his words, they were "seeing each other"). This just reminds us of the fact that McKay is known to lie about his interest in women, as it's very apparent that no seeing each other of any kind beyond a professional setting has taken place between these two. Reintroducing Heightmeyer in the same episode as Katie Brown is not coincidental.

While Heightmeyer may have been able to help McKay with his nightmares (or what ever else he might have been seeing her for), he seems skeptical that she can help him with this:

McKay: How do you feel you're qualified to help us with this problem, huh? Heightmeyer: I'm not. Who could be? This was not covered in medical school. But I have spent quite some time as a couples therapist. Cadman: We're not a couple! McKay: In any sense of the definition, not a couple. Cadman: No!

Not being a couple of any kind is something McKay and Cadman can both emphatically agree on. And note that McKay's disdain for Cadman and the idea of her as a romantic partner is equal to her disdain for him. Now, for Cadman the issue seems to be that McKay is not at all her type. Not only would she never date someone like him, she can barely understand why anyone would. And for McKay, it's the same toward her only it's impersonal, because he does not see her as an individual person. She represents a category he finds disinteresting. Cadman is objectively an attractive young woman and as a blonde, she should be right up McKay's alley if we take him at face value. More so even than Katie Brown. And yet he does not behave like he's attracted to either of them, seeming rather to want to be as far away as possible from both women.

But the fact that they bring up couples' therapy as something Heightmeyer excels at, something that's in her wheelhouse, is interesting, as it's very much something that Sheppard and McKay could have used a while ago. Many if not all of the issues they are currently facing could have been solved with couples' therapy. And while Cadman and McKay may not fit any definition of a couple, Sheppard and McKay on the other hand fit multiple definitions of the word. Being that Heightmeyer is s a Psychologist, an expert of how humans work, she attempts to approach McKay with a definition that he might recognize:

Heightmeyer: In physics, a 'couple' is defined as a pair of forces equal in magnitude acting in opposite directions. So you don't feel that applies here? McKay: Yeah, that's very clever, but we're not equal forces. Cadman: Watch it! McKay: And what I mean by that is she's just a voice in my head. I have control of the body. Cadman: I've seen your body, McKay. You can keep it!

Let's put a pin on the way they define "a couple" in this episode, and the fact that Heightmeyer uses a definition derived from Physics (or Mechanics) in particular, as this is relevant for later. A couple are equal in magnitude but acting in opposite directions. It's not difficult to guess which two characters are the only ones that actually fulfill this criterion not only in this episode, but on the series as a whole. It very much does apply to McKay but it is not Cadman that is his coupling.

Cadman makes yet another disparaging remark about McKay's body here and if her field conversation was inappropriate, this is starting to border on abuse. Yes, McKay did call her a girlie earlier, but the things she says are both hurtful and very personal.

What's interesting about this is that Heightmeyer seems to believe McKay at face value on the fact that he actually has another consciousness in his brain. She never even entertained the possibility that there might be something else wrong with him, that he's experiencing some form of psychosis or dissociation, the latter of which she very probably knows he suffers from. She's received no outside confirmation that McKay is telling her the truth about this and yet from the very beginning she approaches their predicament as though it was very real. And as such, she is trying to reach Cadman to hear her side of the story:

Heightmeyer: How do you know that? She's been able to access the part of your brain that creates speech and controls hearing. Why not movement? McKay: Well if she could have, she would have by now. Heightmeyer: Maybe you need to release control. McKay: Why would I do that?

Again, interesting. McKay's response just confirms Heightmeyer's assessment of the situation as correct, McKay does have issues with relinquishing control. And not just here; this need to control his surroundings and especially the people around him likely springs from his unstable childhood environment, where the inconsistency and conditionality of parental affection caused him to develop strategies that might mitigate the hurt and confusion resulting from this. Like if he did his homework, if he did his chores correctly, if he did all the right things in the right order, he wouldn't be yelled at. If he excelled at something, he might even receive praise. This kind of damage suffered early on translates into obsessive-compulsive behaviours in adulthood, and while McKay may not have full blown OCD, he does display similar tendencies, he does attempt to exert control wherever he is able. A lot of what Heightmeyer is saying here to McKay and Cadman could easily be applied to McKay and Sheppard, substituting 'body' for 'team':

Heightmeyer: Because, like it or not, you're sharing that body. The roles could have easily been reversed, Rodney. You could be trapped inside her body. And wouldn't you like a chance to, say, talk to others without having to go through her? Cadman: Yeah! McKay: Maybe. Cadman: Maybe?! McKay: OK, yes, I would want that. Heightmeyer: So let her. Close your eyes... take deep breaths and stop trying to control everything for a second.

The decision Sheppard made in transporting the nuke into the hive personally left McKay helpless and drifting, as did his failure to fix the ancient satellite and save Peter Grodin, and if he had no control over these things happening, what did he even have? With regards to Sheppard, he similarly needs to release control, he needs to trust Sheppard enough to let go, and this is a lesson he is going to learn soon enough (it only takes blowing up a solar system for him to get there, but all the same).

McKay does consent to trying this out and Cadman is able to take possession of his body. While it has to feel all kinds of weird to begin with, having a woman in control of his body seems to freak McKay out. Not that it's another person, not that it's a soldier, not that it's Cadman personally but that it is, in fact, a woman. I don't know how anyone can watch this episode and come out thinking McKay likes women.

But what's interesting here, especially with regards to the question of whether Heightmeyer knows McKay's secret or not, is that the way she appeals to him here, the way she gets him to relent is by reminding him that he might want to talk with someone without having to go through her if the situation was reversed. She's reminding him that there are things he does not want Cadman to know about him. Also, the way he rolled his eyes and said "In any sense of the definition, not a couple" to her at the start had this "You know I'm gay so why would you even suggest that?" undertone. He does not find any part of what they are doing here helpful.

McKay: OK, that's enough of that. Cadman: Oh, come on! Heightmeyer: Doctor McKay, we were just starting to make progress. McKay: Well, progress won't be necessary if we can get her out of here. Now, I have calmed down, so has she. Let me get back to work.

Notice how just as soon as McKay regains control of his body after having had a woman possess it, he turns his body away from Heightmeyer, crosses his legs and even places his hand over his crotch to shield himself, to protect himself from both women in the room. He forms like a full body barrier because he was made to feel so uncomfortable. The fact that he feels the need to shield (double shield!) his crotch especially tells us that this has everything to do with gender.

McKay also cannot seem to get out of her office fast enough. For sure, he's eager to get back to work because he uses work to avoid having to face unwelcome thoughts and feelings but here, again, it's much more that he just needs to get away than that he needs to get back to the lab. Being dominated by a woman, having his body taken over by a woman, is just not among experiences that he ever signed up for.

But what is interesting, now that we see a woman possess McKay's body, is that we are able to appreciate the difference between a homosexual man and a woman. McKay is not a macho man by any means, but he is still a man. While not exceptionally masculine, he is not precisely effeminate either. Some people probably view these scenes in which the actor is portraying a woman inside a man's body as him "acting gay," where that's not the case at all. From his vocal fry here up until his kiss with Beckett at the end of the episode, none of this is meant to show us how McKay would act if he was gay. All of that is an actual woman--and what's more, a woman whose sexuality seems to be much more fluid than his. McKay is not acting gay here because that is not him, whereas everything he does is gay because he is gay even when he is trying to pretend that he is not. And this gives us an interesting opportunity to observe this.

At the same time, Sheppard is continuing his mission to bag him a tall, dark and hunksome new team member, and to this end he is trying to masculine bond with him over weapons. Taking Ronon to the armoury also establishes rapport and displays trust. Letting the stranger play around with their weapons is meant to show Ronon that Sheppard harbous no suspicion or distrust toward him, that he is willing to give him a clean slate. This is at least partially a performance because, again, Sheppard is doing the hard sell. He can't afford to mince around with getting Ronon to join them because he does not want to take McKay out into the field again without this man.

If the wrestling was homoerotic, so are the phallic guns with which they play, boys with their toys. Ronon is proving himself to be a super soldier and while Sheppard is beginning to realize that he's going to have trouble controlling him, he is more convinced than ever that he needs Ronon. What's amusing about this scene is that it reiterates Sheppard's love of and preference for big guns, if you catch the drift.

Meanwhile, having returned to the lab, we find McKay working together with Zelenka, heads bent together over a laptop. Given that the audience of Beckett, Weir and Sheppard are gone, things seem to have calmed down considerably since their previous encounter.

As we are asked to pay attention to gender with this episode, McKay uses a curious turn of phrase as he orders a test to commence:

McKay: Alright! Let's give this bad boy a try. Start her up, but slowly ease her into it.

He calls the wraith memory device both a bad boy and her. What's interesting is that his line follows directly from Sheppard's scene with Ronon in the armoury. Ronon could certainly be described as a bad boy, and Sheppard was giving that bad boy a try by watching him do both hand-to-hand combat and how he is with weapons. Bad boy had a try-out. And while Sheppard, too, seemed to be easing Ronon into it, Ronon himself was ready go on in full steam. What Zelenka says regarding the wraith dart is also interesting with regards to Ronon: "The power requirements are delicate. We should have run more simulations before we--" Sheppard is clearly currently running simulations on Ronon, testing out the power output of the man. Ronon is lethal, so a delicate balance between using him to take out enemies but sparing their own people must be maintained.

McKay is the head scientist and leader of the lab, and we see him try to exert control of his environment here just as Heightmeyer pointed out that he tends to do. And even when this ends up in a spectacular failure, he attempts to shift the blame on others. And it is because Zelenka does actually care about McKay that he then drives him out of the lab for a second time, which seems to take not a small amount of courage. Zelenka is a brave man, not unlike McKay, which is likely why they get along so well despite the constant... friendly collegial debates. At the very least McKay respects him, which is why Zelenka is able to penetrate the fog of his ego here:

Zelenka: You shouldn't be here. McKay: I'm sorry? Zelenka: We are telling you these calculations are wrong. Having two consciousnesses inside of a single brain must be very taxing. McKay: Listen... Zelenka: You're making mistakes. Now leave it to me, before you do more harm than good.

McKay thinks that his mind, his intelligence, is the only thing he has going for him. He thinks that the only reason why people put up with him is because he can do things for them, because he can consistently perform miracles. Because he can do things that no one else can do. He believes that he is unlovable as he is (and Cadman's jabs at his body are not helping with feeling this way), and that it is only through his work that he has worth, it is only because of his output that people need him around. This isn't true, and it certainly is not true of Sheppard who has tried to show him in dozens of different ways that this is very much not the case with him. He was willing to ride a nuclear bomb to show McKay that it's not all on him, and all because he cares about the man. But it is how he views himself. And this, having his mind taken away from him, being unable to do things that should be elementary to him, makes McKay feel like he has no worth at all. McKay is not giving up control, it is being taken from him by force and he feels helpless to stop it.

If his mind is going, he has truly lost everything.

Continued in Pt. 7

[anzynai]

New Discoveries

Akito x Toya (Project Sekai)

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD @thatonetickleblog im so glad to be spending your birthday with u another year and ofc i had to do the traditional birthday fic.. chose akitoya cuz that was at the top of ur list when i asked so i hope u enjoy it! worked very hard on it.. i sweat, i cried, i bled, but i mean. u dont have to like it if u dont want to. i mean. irs not a big deal…. ANYWAYS, enough talking. happy birthday and hope u enjoy this sickeningly romantic akitoya tickle fic LOVE YOUUU 🫶

summary: today was the day that akito was going to confess to akito. things turn out much better than he expected.

word count: 1.3k

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Today was the day.

Today was the day that Akito was going to confess to Toya. After lots and lots of nudging and encouragement from Kohane, An, and even Ena, he decided to gather his courage and tell Toya about his feelings for him. He honestly had no idea if Toya returned his feelings, but he would just rather be honest than hide it from him. Even if Toya didn’t like him back, he was sure the other wouldn’t stop being friends with him over it.. at least, he hoped.

At the moment, he was at the park, idly sitting on some swings waiting for his other groupmate to arrive. It was getting late, so there was no one there, which he was grateful for. He always felt a bit awkward singing in front of a crowd if it wasn’t at a show. The nervousness he felt in his stomach did not compare to how he felt when he finally saw Toya walking towards him, his heart settling deep into his stomach. He took a deep breath, then attempted to smile weakly.

“Toya.” He said, watching as the other let an easy smile slip into his face that completely melted Akito’s heart (as much as he would hate to admit it).

Forcing himself to act somewhat normal, he swallowed and watched the other join the swing beside him. “Ready?”

“Of course.” And the two spent the next hour running their duet together. Akito never really felt that he could admire Toya’s singing voice enough. Where his was powerful and loud, Toya’s was gentle and soft in a way that made you feel like you could fall asleep to it. It was truly his favorite sound. His normal voice was not much different, calm and controlled. Akito liked to listen to his voice.

“Sounds pretty good, huh?” Akito said after they finally ran through their duet without any mistakes and Toya nodded, agreeing. The pair fell into silence. By now, the sun had nearly set, causing a red glow in the sky and Akito allowed himself to think that Toya looked beautiful like this, and that’s when he realized it. It was time.

Taking a deep breath, because confessing is hard, he starts before he can talk himself out of it.

“Toya.” He says, but the other has decided to speak up too.

“Akito.”

“Ah— sorry. You.. first.” Akito mumbled, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden. Toya looked down and paused, before making eye contact with Akito. A faint blush was planted on his features.

“Akito, I like you.”

What?

What?!

For a moment, Akito couldn’t respond. He couldn’t think at all, in complete disbelief, because not only did Toya like him of all people, he beat him to the punch. He cleared his throat as it started to feel dry and he brought a hand to his face.

“Y-you… wait, you like me?” Akito asked.

The blush on Toya’s face was more noticeable now and Akito would have teased him about it if he wasn’t sure that his face was just as flushed.

“I do.” Toya nodded. “Do you like me back?”

Yes. Is that even a question? Akito thought.

Then, he remembered Toya can’t read his mind and looked up at the other, awaiting his response. Akito averted his eyes.

“Of course I do.. wasn’t it obvious?” Akito muttered, quietly, but Toya heard it and when Akito looked back at him, the smile on Toya’s lips was one he would have spent all of his savings to see just for a second longer.

“Not at all.” Toya said. It shocked Akito, but Toya had always been.. sort of oblivious about these kinds of things. Afterall, everyone else seemed to know.

“Are we.. dating then?” Akito mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers. He wasn’t sure if it was a stupid question, but he had to know and he needed a clear answer.

“Do you want to?” Toya responded, looking a bit nervous. As if he had anything to worry about, Akito thought to himself.

“Obviously.. you idiot.” Akito groaned, trying to ignore the fact his heart was racing a mile a minute and he was resisting the urge to die of happiness.

“So then.. what now?” Toya asked, when they both fell silent. Feeling bold, Akito allowed a smirk to slip onto his face. He took Toya’s face, pulling it closer to his.

“This.” He replied, when their lips finally met. He felt Toya smile against his mouth as the other deepened the kiss.

They each allowed their hands to roam, touching the other with fervor and desire they had always been afraid to act on. It was perfect. Akito had never felt happier and part of him wished that moments like this would never have to end.

And well, maybe it didn’t.

Because Toya liked him back. He liked him back.

He continued kissing Toya, biting his lip and relishing in the gasp Toya let out. That is, until Akito let out a gasp of his own.. for a completely different reason.

Toya’s hands had ended up caressing his backs and sides, two spots that made Akito feel ticklish. Toya didn’t seem to notice, but as he kept doing it, it was harder for Akito to keep his reactions at bay.

When he gasps again, Toya pulls away, concern written in his expression. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, don’t worry.” Akito responded, unable to come up with a believable excuse. Toya looked at him with doubt.

“Are you sure? You were moving around a lot..” Toya examined his body before he seemed to come up with some conclusion. “Are you hurt?” He gently grazed his sides, as if trying to feel for an injury. Akito, not expecting his touch, giggled.

And then, it seems to click what was going on.

“Oh.” Toya realized, eyes widening and Akito blushes. Then, Toya sent him an amused smile and begins to tickle him… and Akito let him.

“T-tohohohoya!” Akito laughed, his voice raising an embarrassing octave.

“How have I never known you were ticklish?” Toya wondered, seemingly amazed by his discovery.

“I-I dohohon’t knohohow! Stahahap!” Akito gasped, squirming in the swing. It makes tickling Akito harder for Toya, but he doesn’t look like he minds.

“Do you really want me to?” Toya asked with a raised brow. The dying protests are all he needs as an answer.

“Hahahahaha!” Akito laughed, his hands trying to get Toya away from him.

“You’re beautiful.” He heard the other mutter, flustering him. The tickling was bad enough, but this was too much!

“Dohohon’t sahahahay thahat!” Akito chuckled, hiding his face with his hands. That idea backfired, because it gave Toya a lot more options to tickle him at.

“Say what?” Toya looked genuinely confused, making Akito feel like such a loser. He should not get so flustered by one measly compliment! “That you’re beautiful?”

Akito nodded, a squeal passing through his lips when Toya found a particularly sensitive spot on his ribs.

“But you are. You’re gorgeous. I’ve always known that.” And if Akito thought his face was burning before, he is sure he is one second away from spontaneously combusting right there. He tried groaning, but it sounded strangled.

“Nohohoho!”

“No?”

“Nohoho! Tohohoya!”

“Yes?” The worst thing about the situation was that Toya was absolutely amazing at tickling, his fingers precise and evilly gentle. It didn’t hurt at all and the touches were so light, Akito was shocked that he could feel it.. and feel it this much.

“Nohoho mohohore!” Akito shrieked, at last, when his cheeks began to hurt from smiling. Toya stopped, peppering his face with kisses. It flustered Akito to no end, but he didn’t stop the other, taking a few moments to catch his breath.

“Are you alright?” Toya asked, looking him in the eyes.

Akito smiled, looking back at him. “Yeah. I am.” Then he forced himself to frown. “But..”

“But?” Toya looked worried and he almost felt bad.

“Isn’t it your turn now?” Akito smiled, mischievous and devilishly. Toya unconsciously began moving back.

“W-whahahahaat?!” Toya laughed, now finding himself to be the victim as Akito pounced.

Akito looked at his partner—his boyfriend— laughing beside him and he couldn’t help but laugh as well. Yeah, he could get used to this.

[captain-astors]

Omg wait 20, 23, and 24 for Touka, Ayato, and maybe maybe Renji :OO

Alright here we go! Kirishima family.

Touka, such an icon, if I don’t see her giving up on her dreams for Kaneki it didn’t happen.

20. A weird headcanon

Yoriko briefly really wanted to start a band, and Touka actually got really good at playing the electric guitar because of it. The band never happened but she retains the skill. Karaoke night at Anteiku is all fun and games until Touka breaks out the guitar and now everyone’s just sitting on the floor in awe while she duets whatever song gets chosen on the jukebox out of their small catalog. She’s got Wonderwall down to a T at this point, everyone say thanks Koma. 

23. Future headcanon

After the utter chaos of the dragon died down, she returned to her ambition of researching the origin of ghouls! She became widely respected in her field and wrote a couple books with theories that were used far into the future, and eventually one of them was proven. 

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

When she worked at Anteiku, she collected little scraps of travel magazines, research articles, etc. and kept them in a drawer. Just motivation for days when pretending to be a human at school was difficult.

Ayato! Garbage child, committed 3 war crimes before he learned what a kidney was, banned from 4 public restaurants.

20. A weird headcanon

If he wasn’t a ghoul his beverage of choice would be some terrible soft drink or just straight milk with no alternative. I can’t specify the prior because I’ve had a singular sip of about 2 sodas in my entire life but I can speak for the latter, because the two of us are very similar in certain ways and I thrive on milk. No one has ever made the interesting critter joke and it saddens me.

23. Future headcanon

I know he’s canonically 5’5 (170cm) by the end of the series but consider, it would be way funnier if he just stayed 5’2 (159 cm) and for that reason I will always draw him shorter than everyone. Pry short Ayato out of my cold dead hands Ishida you can’t make me believe this idiot is even average height. 

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

Generally he did a lot of stuff at Aogiri he’s not proud of at all anymore. Many ghouls are forced to kill from very young ages on account of their parents being taken by the CCG, but they’ll still have someone to help them compartmentalize it, and typically they’re not slaughtering for the sake of slaughtering in the name of a terrorist organization. He had a lot of power and a need to prove everyone wrong and to prove himself, so he blindly committed at least a few atrocities mindlessly following a command. He refuses to open up about any of it. 

Renji! Uncle by birth, good one by choice.

20. A weird headcanon

He genuinely does not know how to tie a standard shoelace knot. Any pair of shoes with laces he owns were tied once by someone else and are functionally slip-ons. Uta refuses to teach him because he thinks watching this grown man struggle to keep his shoes on is the absolute HEIGHT of comedy, and Yomo refuses to ask anyone else because of pride. So Uta will continue to lose his goddamn mind in peace. Why did the mask maker just fall off his chair cackling? Look across the room, Renji’s probably fighting for his life with a piece of string and losing. 

23. Future headcanon

Constantly anticipating the next murder attempt from your closest companion is… an objectively miserable way to live. But he’s also still well aware Uta will go right back to “tormenting everyone you love because I desperately need your attention if I can’t have your affection.” So he has no choice but to tolerate it for a very long time. However, I like to think it gets more tame with time. From ward-shaking battles to simple poison in his drinks and whatnaught. Sometimes Uta just jumps out of his closet and stabs him halfheartedly 3 times with a stolen quinque and then goes home and that’s the murder attempt for the week. It’s a funny dynamic because that’s a miserable day for Uta and he’s probably going to be pondering the emptiness of his own existence for the rest of the night and is only held back because of lack of drive, and a good one for Renji because in his mind less murdering is a sign of calming down, right? And he can focus on his actual healthy family and friends. Also like a couple others I’ve seen, I do like the thought that eventually Uta is successful. It fixes nothing.

24. What do you think is a secret they have that they never told anyone?

Overall he's a very secretive person but I should probably think of something relatively amusing because I could go on about genuine regrets for a while... As a teenager in the fourth ward he'd graffiti ravens with bloody claws, and thought it was very cool and tragic at the time, but on account of his poor art skills they kind of just looked like weird black blobs with red feet. That unrecognizable form was a blessing and a curse because he can insist that it definitely wasn't him without major suspicion.

[notdoneintentionally-blog]

Atypical friendships: Karube-Maki-Kuina

Notes:  I don’t think this is atypical AT ALL, but I wanted to welcome Karube and Maki to the fandom! So I’m tagging @daikichixkarube @osmosistakumi​ and @kuinaoflight​ so they can tell me how many I got right. 

If you want to see the other parts of ‘atypical friendships’, look under this tag in my blog. So far, I’ve got Kuina-Kuzuryuu, Chishiya-Usagi, Ann-Aguni, Yaba-Mira and Niragi-Lisa.

- The three of them share pretty similar traits: protective of their friends, big hearts, impulsive, love fighting and they seem like generally fun-loving people. 

- Maki’s the more introverted out of the three of them, though it’s not hard to seem introverted next to the likes of Karube and Kuina. 

- I think the reason why they didn’t meet in the show is that at least one of them would’ve died within a week of them knowing each other, because they kept doing increasingly stupid things. In these cases, Karube would usually be the ‘mom friend’ who tries to keep Kuina and Maki from seriously hurting themselves, but he rarely accomplishes anything. He’d be mixing a drink at the Beach’s bar when Chishiya comes to fetch him to try and talk some sense into Kuina. When he asks her what she’s doing she says ‘Maki and I are trying to bend this metal pole by kicking it’. ‘And where is Maki?’ ‘He’s at the infirmary with an icepack on his leg, but once the swelling’s gone down he’s going to try again.’

- Karube uses them to taste new drinks he comes up with, and this ends with them having a drinking night. Maki has a surprisingly high tolerance to alcohol, while it’s hard to say when Kuina’s actually drunk because she acts a lot like she does when she’s sober, but when she decides it’s a good idea to climb onto a tabletop, it’s time to cut her off. 

- Kuina constantly makes them bracelets and necklaces for them to wear. Since it’s impossible to wear all of them, Karube and Maki have started tying them to various objects; their keychains, the bags for Maki’s equipment, the hems of some trousers…

- Karaoke! They’d love karaoke: Maki can actually sing pretty well, Karube is a decent singer, and Kuina can’t hit a note to save her life. However, she puts on such a performance that they love watching her or doing duets with her. When the three of them are singing together, any and all attempts to stay on pitch go out of the window and they simply start screaming the lyrics of the song at the top of their lungs and laughing, leaving behind a horrified audience. 

- Karube and Kuina would be THE BIGGEST fans of the Sology. They’d go to every concert and be the most enthusiastic people in the audience. They’d also shout very inappropriate scenes to try and distract Maki. ‘Sign my tits!’ Said by Karube. ’Sign my ASS!’ Said by Kuina. ‘SIGN MY DI-‘ You get the picture. However, the most embarrassed person in the room isn’t Maki, but Kuzuryuu, quietly standing beside them and wishing the earth would swallow him. 

- I truly pity you if you mess with one of them, though if you’re stupid enough to do so while being aware that the three of them know how to fight, that’s on you. A guy acts particularly sleazy towards Kuina and Karube jumps out of the bar, Maki puts his drumsticks down, and Karube starts saying ‘Listen up: first she’s going to beat you up, then I’m going to beat you up, then he’s going to beat you up, then SHE’S going to beat you up, then I’M going to beat you up…’ Sometimes this drags on for so long that either Kuina interrupts by sending a kick to the guy’s face, or enough time has passed for Chishiya to go get his taser. 

- Maki and Kuina have skincare nights. Have you SEEN Maki’s face? If I want to know his skincare routine, Kuina definitely wants to know it too. 

- The Beach actually has four rules, the fourth one is ‘don’t speak the forbidden words (I dare you to…) in front of Kuina, Maki and Karube.’ 

- ‘The friends of my friends are my friends too’: this is something they take by heart and mostly, it works. Karube and Kuina get on with the other members of the Sology like a house on fire, Maki and Kuina like Arisu and Chota and make sure they’re protected in games, but Chishiya… well, they’ll get along with him one day. Hopefully.

- Speaking of, they have gotten hurt in the past because they were defending one of their friends’ loved ones, for example, Karube getting hurt protecting Kyuuma and telling Maki that ‘it’s alright, I know you would’ve done the same for Arisu or Chota.’ They all know how hard it is to lose someone close to them and they’d never wish that kind of pain on their friends. 

- They have the same reasons for making it out alive: Karube has his girlfriend, Kuina her mother, and Maki has the Sology. They understand perfectly what it is to love other people with their entire hearts and being willing to do anything for them. 

And here’s a meme I made:

[pepsi-maxwell]

For cmax²agenda may I also suggest Caster trying to seduce Punk away from MJF because he sees Punk as a threat he wants to prove he can be the better Max 😘

oh anon i am kissing you on the mouth because that is INSPIRED

enough so that i. wrote a thing. punk/caster, cmjf, rated m for blowjob mention and a teensy bit of dry-humping, 800 words

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“Come on, what does he have that I don’t?” he asks, trying to keep the pout from his face, because something tells him the puppy dog eyes aren’t going to help him this time. “I mean, I can sing–”

“So can he. I heard his duet with Jericho,” Punk replies, arms folded across his chest.

Fuck. Alright, a different track, then. “I have a great ass–”

He knows as soon as the words come out that they’re stupid, because he has a spectacular ass, but so does the other Max, the whole reason he’s here right now trying to flirt with Punk, charm him out of his baby’s arms, even though Punk’s no-selling his every tactic.

“You have a great ass,” he agrees, leaning back against the wall. “Trust me, as a guy who isn’t quite so blessed? I can appreciate it. But has anyone ever recognised you by your ass alone, while you’re wearing a full-body suit and a mask?”

Ugh. Point.

Not quite time to break out the big guns, but he might just have to if the next one doesn’t work. Appeal to work-rate. “I wrestle more often than he does!”

Punk just fucking nods again. “Yeah, and maybe I like the fact that other people don’t get to put their hands on him so much.”

Bingo. Jealousy, finally, something he can work with. He almost rolls his eyes at Punk’s obstinacy, and that’d be a good word to throw into a rap. Would make him sound more wordy, might appeal more to Mr Teach-People-Lessons. “Exactly! I hate seeing other people grabbing his ass! See, we have so much in common!”

Punk grins. Swipes the cap from his head and ruffles his hair like he’s a dumb kid when he tries to snatch it back off him. “Nice try, Caster, but the answer’s still no,” he says, placing the cap back on his head and walking away.

Shit. Big guns it is.

“I’ve got a bigger dick! And he knows it!”

It’s a last ditch attempt, but it does the job. Punk stops. Turns around, looking like he’s considering something. Strolls back over, and Max fights the smirk threatening to cross his face because he’s hooked him, but then Punk’s right up in his space, walking him back until it’s his back against the wall as Punk lifts his arms, boxes Caster in.

“Little public, don’t you think–” he grins, before Punk cuts him off with a chaste little kiss. Just the briefest, quickest touch of lips, and he’s moved away before Max can grab at him, pull him in for something proper.

“Cute. But how good are you at sucking it? Because let me tell you, your little Maxie? Oh,” he moans, eyes rolling back in his head. “The mouth on him! You think he’s good at talking? You should see him when he’s on his knees for me, begging for it, please, Punk, let me suck your dick, I need your cum in my mouth–”

It’s not even close to how he knows Max sounds, but just the mental image of Max on his knees for him is enough that his cock’s definitely taking an interest, tenting his basketball shorts. Punk looks down meaningfully. Pats him on the cheek, and this time, he does pout.

“I could suck your dick better–” he starts, but cuts himself off this time as Punk leans in again, breath warm and moist against Max’s neck, making him shudder. He slides his knee between Max’s legs, lifting it up until it’s rubbing against his cock, and he groans, cants his hips forward to get more of that friction, “Yeah, daddy, like that–”

“Like that? You gonna come from this, Max?” Punk murmurs, and Max wonders if this is what he gets, the other Max, if he gets to ride Punk’s leg like a cute little puppy until he comes–

And then Punk pulls back completely. Leaving him panting against the wall, fully hard and fucking frustrated about it.

Punk looks him up and down, considering.

“You’re talking to the wrong guy,” he says, and Max feels the insult bubbling in his throat, something about him being whipped with more than just the chain, but then he sees the barest flush to Punk’s cheeks, and he thinks, oh, maybe–

“We’ve got two hands and an open attitude,” he adds, eyes gleaming, pupils a little too dilated given how bright the corridor is. “You manage to stop annoying Max long enough to convince him, and then maybe we can have a little talk.”

It takes a second for Punk’s words to sink in, his implication, but when they do…

…Huh.

Maybe a change of plans is in order.

[greatqueenanna]

Sorry for being salty, maybe I'm just disappointed a little(I used to be a Frozen fan), but the more I think the more I start to see the men of Frozen useless.

Your analyses on Hans also helped me to realize this. Anna and Elsa really need neither Kristoff nor Hans. The second you try to use them, to fit them in the possible plot of Frozen III the more you realize that it is all just turns out in an tiresome attempt to find them a place beside one of the sisters, to find them a job to do, to find them a decent role in a story of the sisters and magic and it's hard to do. It feels like it's just a duty and an effort. The latest Frozen book about the polar festival showed that it's easier to get Kristoff wounded and out of the plot for the most of the time than to find him an occupation and a place. After Frozen II Hans and Kristoff became even less than a sidekick–if you delete them it won't affect Frozen II or Frozen III in the slightest. I don't know, maybe it's a good thing like sisters before misters, but I'm cringing as I'm imagining as the directors are trying to fit Kristoff or Hans in a narrow plot box right now.

No hard feelings. You're allowed to feel whatever you want.

Well, first things first. Hans is a villain. He doesn't really count as one of the men of Frozen. And yes, if they want to bring him back, it has to benefit the main protagonists in some way because...they're the main protagonists. Unless you were doing some kind of spin-off, Hans would never have development outside Anna or Elsa.

When it comes to Kristoff, there are a few things we need to take into consideration, some things you're already alluded to, before we talk about what he could be doing in the next installment.

Kristoff is a secondary character. The film team has made it very clear that the main focus of the Frozen franchise is Anna and Elsa - even when the film focuses more on one sister, the other sister will always have major importance over any other characters. Kristoff's story will always have a secondary importance in whatever film and typically will involve his relationship with Anna in one way or another. That was always his purpose since the first film.

When it comes to novels, novelists hired by Disney are typically restricted in what they can write about. If they are always pushing Kristoff away, it's probably because the film team is still trying to figure something out with his character. They don't want a novelist giving him a backstory or a personality trait that they have to retcon or end up paying them for because it was their original idea. It's one of the reasons why a lot of novel stories and characters are not referenced in the films.

With this being said, there are plenty of stories available for Kristoff. Kristoff's past, his birth parents, The Ice Harvestor Sámi tribe, his views on becoming king, his views on Arendelle, etc. Something like his past and parents would be better suited for a t.v series or short film, but something like his views on being King could easily fit into F3 alongside a main plot.

For example, if Anna has to prove herself as Queen, or has a difficult task she needs to face, Kristoff stepping up and supporting her could easily lead to development on his part - starting out as him being nervous as to what is expected of him when he marries Anna. Thus, here the main focus is still Anna, but Kristoff is still developing on the side. Throw in a song or duet with Anna and you're good to go.

Also, it's good to note that the film team loves Kristoff and are good friends with his voice actor Jonothan Groff. They are such good friends, that Groff actually had the power to push for a personality change for Kristoff in the first Frozen film, much like Kristen Bell did for Anna - which continued into F2.

In fact, in F2, Anna and Kristoff's stories were one of the first things they knew exactly what to do with and were the easiest to develop for them. They even had to downplay Kristoff's story a bit because it was getting in the way of the main plot. This shows that it's actually very easy for the writers to write about both Kristoff and Anna. You can be sure that the first characters they are thinking about right now are Anna and Kristoff.

What they actually tend to struggle with is Elsa's story. And no, it's not because they hate Elsa or anything like that (because I know there are a lot of salty Elsa fans that love to say this). It's because she's a much more difficult character to write and she means a lot to many people for different reasons, so it's tough and stressful to get her story right without upsetting fans in the process. Anna and Kristoff are easier because they are more straightforward.

[wainwrightjakobshammerlock]

Re: inbox infodumping

I’ve gotten back into Hades recently and I really want to be playing it, but I don’t have access to my computer at the moment, so I’m gonna start rambling about the story so far and see where that takes me. You don’t have to read all of it

SO

You play as Zagreus, son of Hades and Persephone, and prince of the underworld. Something I haven’t found out yet happened a long time ago, causing Persephone to leave the underworld for good. Zagreus was raised by Nyx, goddess of night, but realised right before the events of the game that his mother is in fact Persephone. With Nyx’s help, he contacted Olympus to ask for help, and got answers from most of them. They can talk to him but he can’t talk to them, and partly thanks to Nyx, they can’t see him either. They think he’s fighting his way out of the underworld to join them on Olympus, hence the help; he’s actually fighting his way out to find and meet Persephone

So that’s our backstory. So far, I’ve made it to the very end a few times and fought the final boss, Hades himself, at the gates of the underworld. I’ve made it to phase 2 twice but I haven’t quite beaten him yet

I have, however, made some good progress in two subplots:

In the second zone, Asphodel, you can meet Eurydice; she gives you food that can power up the boons the Olympians gave you. You can also meet Orpheus; he’s been sentenced to solitary confinement because he refused to sing, but you can pay to have him brought back to continue serving as Hades’ court musician. However, he still won’t sing

Eventually, Zagreus finds out that they know each other and starts playing messenger. The end of their myth, with Orpheus turning around, seems to have gone kind of like a messy divorce. Eurydice kinda hates him now and wants nothing more to do with him, whereas Orpheus desperately misses her. After a few more conversations with them, you can get Eurydice to write down the song she’s been singing and bring it back to Orpheus. Shortly after, he will start singing it

When you see Eurydice again, she says that you’ve gotten her thinking about Orpheus again and asks what you expect her to do with that. Then gives you food and you leave. That’s as far as I’ve gotten in their storyline, but I do have a prophecy (sort of like a sidequest but not really; you have a list of prophecies like “Zagreus will one day escape the underworld” and you get rewards for fulfilling them) that they will be reunited. And I’ve seen that they sing that song as a duet eventually, but I’ve avoided listening to it before I get to hear it in-game. It’s called Good Riddance, if you want to hear it

Then there’s Achilles. He’s Zagreus’ mentor figure; he taught him how to fight and smuggled him the weapons that you use in escape attempts

When you reach Elysium, you can meet Patroclus, who’s waxing poetic and sitting next to the river Lethe; the one that makes you forget everything when you drink from it. Eventually, Zagreus figures out that Achilles and Patroclus know each other and asks Achilles about it. He asks him to send a message, that he still thinks about Patroclus every day and sends his love. Patroclus doesn’t believe that you actually know Achilles, and I haven’t managed to convince him otherwise yet

After more questions, Achilles will then explain that after he died, he made a pact with Hades; Patroclus would get to go to Elysium instead of Asphodel, and Achilles would serve in the House of Hades for eternity. His logic was that they couldn’t be together regardless, so at least Patroclus gets a better afterlife this way. He doesn’t know that Patroclus doesn’t like Elysium very much, since he doesn’t exactly fit in with the, quote, “braggarts and kings”

And I’m absolutely sure that I can get them reunited at some point, too

So yeah! Hades story! Here’s some random other stuff about that game as well!

Cerberus does guard the gates to the underworld, but he can be bribed with treats because he’s your dog

The boss at the end of Elysium is in fact two people: Theseus and the Minotaur (Asterius). I haven’t learned their backstory just yet, but from what I understand, Theseus somehow and for some reason got Hades to put Asterius in Elysium with him. Anyway, now they’re inseparable. They say they have a brotherhood that Zagreus could never understand. But also, I’m fairly sure Theseus calls Zagreus a homewrecker if/when he starts becoming friends with Asterius. I do know for sure that Asterius reassures Theseus that their bond could never be broken by anyone besides themselves, and to not let Zagreus get in the way of that

I really like Asterius

The weapons have four Aspects each, which are different forms the weapon takes on for different wielders (and each one has a different gimmick that changes how the weapon plays). Each one has one Hidden Aspect, which is a form it will take for someone in the future

And my point here is that in Hades, you can fight the god of the dead himself with the actual Excalibur

And there’s also a dedicated button to pet Cerberus. Great game

Ah yes I have heard of this game but I haven't actually played it yet bc it's a roguelike and roguelike Hard for me. But ooh. Thank yew for the infodump. Any game where you can pet the dog >>>>

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Emotional DNP Masterlist

Even Longer (ao3) - PJismysmolbean

Summary: Dan is laying with Phil one night and he gets a bit emotional.

Everything Changes (ao3) - true_serendipity

Summary: Dan experiences some emotional turmoil whilst attempting to write the script for his new video. Phil is there to help.

Glow in the dark comfort (ao3) - FandomsOverLife

Summary: Dan has been having a rough week and hes reached his limit, though Phil has an idea to help comfort him

he knows me like I know myself (ao3) - Gal_tic

Summary: Inspired by the song 'She' by Ed Sheeran, and Dan's story in the ls the other day about Phil's very sweet birthday present.

Dan reminisces on his and Phil's relationship, and how Phil truly is the person who knows him the best.

is the next one going to do the same, or am i stronger now? (ao3) - InTheVoid

Summary: Phil opens up about his past relationship to dan.

it will always be just like this (ao3) - rosecolouredjosh

Summary: post ‘giving the people what they want’ video where Dan and Phil get kinda emotional and nostalgic while cuddling in bed.

Not Ready (ao3) - auroraphilealis (peachrayne)

Summary: It's their daughter's first day of pre-school, and Dan is not ready to let her go.

One Last Thing (ao3) - hygge

Summary: In which Dan writes an emotional letter to Phil after his sudden passing.

Piano Duets (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: After an important competition, Dan and Phil's piano teachers meets up, to discuss a duet. Dan is upset at first, and Phil doesn't understand why. Slowly, they become closer, and Dan knows he's falling for Phil.

Pillow Talk (ao3) - articulatememe

Summary: Dan is ridiculously in love with Phil, but really, it was too early for this, and he was unwilling to deal with his sappy ass right now.

- - -

Dan and Phil are cuddling in the lounge at two in the morning, and Phil's sleepy cuteness is too much for Dan to handle. Also, Phil plays Neko Atsume

Safe (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil helps Dan through an Emotional Breakdown.

See Me (ao3) - Misha_with_wings

Summary: Dan gets in an accident, leaving him in critical condition. He ends up stuck in between life and death, watching his own body fight to stay alive- and watching Phil fall apart, but he can’t do anything about it in his ghostly form.

He was confused and didn’t know what to do but he was sure of one thing, he wasn’t going to let himself die.

She Called Me Daniel (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: AU where Dan gets emotional because their daughter calls him Daniel instead of Dad and Phil has to fix the situation.

there’s still fire in the darkness (ao3) - MANIAvinyl

Summary: Dan wasn’t supposed to make it past age 18. The only reason he’s still here is because of Phil Lester, the only guiding light, the only true heart of gold. Sometimes he starts to question if he even deserves Phil at all.

Depression is a monster. It feeds off of fear and sucks the light out of eyes once bright with wonder. Phil’s willing to fight the war on love for the two of them, he just wished he didn’t have to.

To Love (ao3) - thewakeless

Summary: dan, phil, moscow, and the overbearing emotional toll of being in the closet.

Try New Things (ao3) - Lizzyboo

Summary: Phil wants to try bottoming for the first time, and Dan is happy to oblige.

fluffy and emotional sex with phil bottoming for the first time and dan topping for the first time, and them experiencing something new as a couple.

Unfinished sentences (ao3) - AmazinGhoul

Summary: Phil has an idea for a collab video with Dan and it turns out much more emotional than intended.

You are Everything to Me (ao3) - Junebug1312

Summary: Dan doesn't think he is good enough, Phil needs him to know how in love he is with Dan. Cue lovely fluff and emotional talks.

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✩ CHAPTER SUMMARY : Despite what you tell Sunday, you can't sleep. Instead, you opt to join Sam at the top of the ship for some company.

✩ SERIES SYNOPSIS : Following the catastrophe of the Charmony Festival, rather than in one of Penacony's hospitals or prisons, Sunday awakens right in the base of one of the most notorious criminals in the galaxies. With nowhere else to go, he's left to follow you, the Stellaron Hunters' medic, in his attempts to become accustomed to his new life.

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✩ ADDITIONAL NOTES : LORD i don't know why this took so long actually … my bad guys 😭😭 luckily i grabbed back motivation tho !! so hopefully the next chapter will come out sooner (or not. college is starting in like a week). honestly tho, im not that happy with this chapter :(( but thank you for reading, and for sticking w me !! eating every one of u up

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“Watching the stars again, I see.”

The mechanized suit towers over you. In the darkness of the endless night sky, Sam’s flames, a duet of orange and teal, are all the more brighter. If you weren’t one of his comrades, you would’ve found him threatening.

Sam turns his head. Your footsteps are near-silent as you come up besides him, your arms crossed leisurely with a glass held carelessly in your hand.

“I thought you’d be asleep by now.” Such a stark contrast from the sweet voice of his pilot, but your years spent alongside him have turned intimidation into consolation. “Are you drinking again?”

“Not alcohol this time,” you chuckle, waving the glass. “Thought I’d try out some of that SoulGlad you bought me. It is a luxury item, after all.”

“Is it good?”

“It’s alright. I still prefer wine.”

Shaking his head, Sam returns his gaze to the cosmos. The topmost floor of the Delphi is like that of a greenhouse, minus the planets. A glass dome covers it from head to toe, allowing for a breathtaking view of the universe. The ship itself moves languidly so that the various nebulae pass in multi-colored clouds.

“It’s better in the dream,” Sam says. You look up curiously.

“So I’ve heard. ‘As rich and sweet as divine nectar’, was it?”

“Yes.” Sam’s robotic voice turns wistful. “Even though I was already in a dream, with just a sip of that, I felt as though I was floating. It was truly… a sweet dream.”

You smile softly. “I’m glad.”

The glass is cold against your lips as you drink the last of the soda. True to its advertisements, the carbonation leaves you feeling giddy and joyful… but it’s not enough. It’s too gentle, too kind, too… pliant. After all, knowing that you are asleep and dreaming- ruins the dream itself.

A sigh leaves you. Light gently shines down on you from the kaleidoscope of distant stars. Soft piano music plays in the background, courtesy of Kafka.

“I looked at the dream bubble earlier.”

Sam hums, his flames glowing brighter momentarily.

“Did you… like it?” he asks hesitantly. His meekness was kind of cute, like a puppy. It was one of the things that you like about him, though.

You spy a faraway planet in the sky. From here, it looks like a small speck amongst the vast universe. But to someone else, it might’ve been their whole world.

“Where did you find such a dream?” you say instead. “It couldn’t have been easy.”

It should’ve been impossible.

“I’m not entirely sure,” Sam admits. “Dr. Edward - he’s the person who runs the Dreamscape Sales Store - didn’t specify. Then again, the nature of his products is… peculiar, to say the least.”

“Hm.” Your eyes become lidded. “That’s unfortunate. I would’ve liked to know who had made such a wonderful dream.”

Sam glances at you hopefully. “You liked it, then?”

You hum idly. “Yes, it was… nice. Not totally accurate, but nice.”

You don’t have to see Firefly’s face to know that she’s smiling. “I’m glad. I was worried that, well…”

“That I’d get offended?” you chuckle. “Sparky, you know me better than that. Besides…”

Your arms uncross, and the glass disappears into multiple speckles of light.

“All that matters is that someone remembers it. As the years pass, accuracy holds less and less value.”

“I… I guess that’s true,” Sam admits. “Still, though...”

There’s a contrast in temperature as your hand comes to Sam’s shoulder, warm flames battling against cold metal.

“Don’t worry about it,” you comfort. Your lips are pulled into a smile, but you don’t know what expression lies in your eyes - nor are you sure you want to know. “I enjoyed that dream.”

Firefly doesn’t seem to be entirely convinced, but she doesn’t need to know what happened when you touched that bubble. She doesn’t need to know, and so she never will.

“How's our little superstar?” you ask, changing the subject. Sam hums.

“Still as fiery as ever,” he reminisces, head tilting upwards towards the sky. “They don’t remember us, which is to be expected. But their heart and antics are still the same. They’ve recently developed a… peculiar hobby, though.”

“Oh?” You raise a brow curiously. “And what’s that?”

“Trashcans,” he says flatly. The sudden change from gentle fondness makes you laugh.

“That sounds about right,” you chuckle. “They’ve always been a little weird.”

“I guess so,” Sam shrugs. “Then again, we all are, aren’t we?”

“Hm… maybe more than a little.”

“Hey now.”

The two of you burst into uncharacteristic giggles. With the effects of SoulGlad still ebbing away at your rationality combined with your lack of sleep, it wouldn’t be off to say that you’re somewhat delirious right now. Of course, it can’t compare to the numb bliss that came with alcohol, but it was still something.

Weariness beginning to take its toll on you, you lean against Sam, ignoring how some of the metal digs into your body. He looks down at you curiously, before patting you lightly on the head.

“You should sleep,” he advises gently. You hum, before shaking your head.

“Don’t feel like it.”

Hearing another distorted sigh, you laugh airily, only to let out a small yelp when Sam scoops you up. The mechanized suit is already huge, being at least twice your size, and so he only needs one of his arms to hold your entire body. He cradles you against his core, allowing the heat to warm you. It’s a sweet gesture, but truthfully, it’s unneeded - the Delphi is always at the perfect temperature, after all. But you appreciate the sentiment nevertheless.

“Sleep,” Sam urges once more. You look up at the metallic face that shows little emotion, if any.

“Why so insistent?”  you question, raising a brow.

“Is it so wrong to care for a comrade?” Sam shakes his head. “You aren’t as resilient as you think you are. Even you will fall if you fail to get adequate rest.”

“So you say.”

“Don’t you have a mission soon? Staying up too late isn’t a good idea.”

You snort. “Then that makes two of us with bad habits, Miss Defies-the-Script-at-Whenever-Possible.”

Sam falls quiet for a moment. Initially, you’d think that it was out of guilt or because Blade had already scolded him about his habit a few weeks prior to Sam’s assignment in Penacony, but after staring at him for a bit longer, you realize that that’s not the case.

You shift so that you can sit somewhat upright in Sam’s hold. “Hey, lighten up. I was just joking.”

“I know.” Sam sighs again. “I was just thinking about Penacony.”

“What about it?”

“It isn’t anything bad,” he hastens to say. “It’s just… I felt so alive in that dream. I could jump and run and- do all sorts of things that I couldn’t in reality. It got me thinking.”

Uh oh. Not another philosophical talk. You’re not good at those.

Despite this though, you nod, encouraging him to continue.

Sam raises the hand that isn’t holding you and curls it into a fist. “I know I will die one day. That’s just a part of life that I can’t avoid, nor can anyone else. But if life itself, and everything else that comes with it, is already determined by fate, do we really have free will? Is my freedom of choice real, or simply an illusion?”

At his imploring gaze, you shrug.

“Well, think about it. Do you think Elio’s script is absolute?”

“Of course it is.”

You lightly poke where Sam’s nose should be. “Not exactly. It has holes and spaces. You know what Webs always says.”

“Yes, but…”

“Think of it this way,” you suggest lightly. “Elio gets his script from Terminus, and Terminus only knows the future because THEY’RE from said future. Meaning, they come from a future that we created, not them.”

Sam stays silent, so you continue.

“If we don’t have free will, then who holds that will? Terminus? HooH? Ena? We don’t know, and we may never know. But does it matter?”

Sam’s flames pulsate from under your palm as you place it over his chest plate. Your eyes have become downcast, hiding what may be brewing beneath your irises.

“In the end, we still choose in the end. Like right now - you’re holding me, but you could’ve also incinerated me.”

Sam deadpans. “That’s a horrible example. I am not so careless.”

“Yes,” you say, “because that’s the kind of person you are. You made that choice not to cook me alive, not Terminus or any other omnipotent being that cares so much that they feel the need to control the movements of insects like you and me.”

Your tone comes out a bit harsher than you intend, and it’s not until the words leave your mouth that you realize. Blinking rapidly, you still, your brain catching up with your mouth in real time. Sam too seems startled by your outburst, the flames flickering.

“Is everything alright?” he asks after a brief moment of silence.

You sigh, leaning back against his shoulder. Burying your face in your hands, you let out a tired groan.

“Sorry about that,” you mutter. “I think the lack of sleep is getting to me.”

“It’s fine. May I ask what happened, though?”

No, you may not, you think, but shove it to the back of your mind.

“It’s just-” you drop your hand to your side, “-it’s the usual.”

“This is why I keep telling you to calm down with the drinking,” Sam scolds gently. You grumble, leaning into him.

“You’re so insistent,” you mumble against the cold steel. “Kafka and Blade have already given up; why haven’t you?”

“Blade only stopped because he shares that same stubbornness you cling onto,” Sam points out, flicking your forehead with as much gentleness a mechanized suit can. “And Kafka wouldn’t know real concern if it shot her in the face.”

You give Sam a look, the red spot on your forehead already healing. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

Sam sighs again - there’s been a lot of that as of late. “I don’t want to see my friend destroy themself. The longer you drink, the longer it takes for you to heal.”

“My healing capabilities exceed Blade’s,” you couldn’t help but point out. “You’ve worked with me long enough to know that I won’t keel over so easily.”

Sam shakes his head.

“You know what I mean,” he says. “When it comes to the mind, you’re the weakest out of all of us - and you will only grow worse if you continue down this path.”

You blink. It’s easy to forget, with Firefly’s typically softer demeanor, the bluntness that comes whenever she takes on SAM’s suit. Granted, you’ve been working with her the longest out of everyone, so you really should be used to this by now. Maybe it’s the SoulGlad hitting.

“Fine,” you eventually give in. “I’ll sleep.”

Without hearing what Sam has to say next, you curl up in his hold and shut your eyes, ending the conversation right then there. Should you go to your room instead of inconveniencing your coworker? Probably. That’s the logical thing to do.

But Sam made the decision to pick you up, and you don’t feel like leaving any time soon. Besides, you know Firefly can get rather lonely during the night. As the only Hunter that doesn’t need that much sleep, she often spends the night by her lonesome, watching the stars from the Delphi’s roof and waiting for everyone to wake up.

“You know, I was going to ask you to play Egyptian War with me,” you murmur groggily. Sam hums.

“That card game again? The last time we played, I crushed your hand by accident.”

“I got better, though?” you point out.

“Still, I’d rather avoid that if possible. Just because you can doesn’t mean you should.”

There’s a pointed edge to his tone that you decide to ignore. With a shrug of your shoulders, you snuggle closer to Sam’s heated center. When he wasn’t committing mass arson or flaming up barbeque, he made for a surprisingly good pillow - as long as you didn’t mind the lack of cushioning for your head.

“Alright,” you hum. “Goodnight, Sam.”

Sam sighs, but shifts you in his hold so that you’re more comfortable regardless.

“Goodnight, [Name].”

As you slip in and out of consciousness, you think one last thought to yourself.

How nice it would be, to not have to dream.

Firefly… you don’t know how lucky you are.

—

Sunday finds himself unable to sleep much that night, and before he knows it, morning has come and the familiar chime of his phone’s alarm is rousing him from his bed. Even if he wanted to ignore it, he couldn’t. Just the sound is enough to send alarm bells through his nerves, essentially activating his fight-or-flight instincts.

As he drags himself through his morning routine, functioning on muscle memory more than anything, the same words that have been keeping him up last night drone on like a broken record.

I trust that you will make the right decision.

Why is the seer leaving it up to him? Does Elio not see all the possible futures? Is he not certain of what choice will be the right one? Why was he letting Sunday guess?

With a brief twitch of his wings, Sunday sighs.

“It seems that once again, the fate of an innocent world is in my hands.”

He shouldn’t be questioning Elio, truth be told. If this is all the information that the seer has elected to give him, then this is all the information he needs to know. Whatever decision he makes will be the right one, evidently.

Which, quite frankly, is both reassuring and terrifying.

There is always the possibility of accidentally damning the planet if he chooses wrongly. Mistrust or misread a candidate’s character, and the lives of billions of people will be turned significantly for the worse.

But Sunday isn’t that naive little priest anymore. He knows humanity for what they are, has seen their ugliness, and has embraced them regardless.

Elio trusts him, and he doesn’t plan on disappointing him.

And if he is to do that, he needs to get better at fighting.

With a twirl of his wrist, his rapier materializes in his hand. Once upon a time, he’d detested the feeling of weaponry in his hands. He’d vowed to never be the source of someone else’s suffering, and yet, he is, tossing and swinging his sword without so much as a care in the world.

Besides, that vow had been a foolish one. One simply could not live in a universe as cruel as this without harming another, intentionally or not. Even the most righteous have spilled blood.

And Sunday is no exception.

He studies the rapier carefully, making sure not to accidentally cut himself in the process (it has happened before). Even now, he can’t help but think of how uncanny it is, the way the sword is practically tailored to fit him and his aesthetic.

There was always the possibility that Blade could’ve forged it for him, except for one glaring problem: he’s learned from Kafka that Blade has long lost the dexterity of his hands, revoking his ability to craft forever. So then, to have such a sword pre-made and ready for him…

He smiles cynically.

Elio had already known he’d join, didn’t he?

That seer’s abilities never failed to unnerve and impress him.

He releases the rapier, and it shatters into multiple pinpricks of light. In the full body length mirror he’d bought on Euphrosyne, he rechecks his outfit, smoothing out any wrinkles and adjusting anything that’s out of place.

When he eventually steps out of his room, he’s greeted with an unexpected sight. Firefly - no, this was Sam, the Hunters have made sure to drill the difference into his head - freezes as Sunday stares at him dumbfoundedly.

“Ah-” Sunday watches in confused amusement as Sam sputters and scrambles for an explanation. The mechanized suit quickly straightens with an embarrassed cough. “Sorry. Just- pretend you didn’t see this.”

“Now, I couldn’t possibly do that,” Sunday chuckles, closing his door behind him. “What’s going on here?”

Sam sighs. “It’s well- it’s complicated…”

He shifts so that Sunday can see the being cradled in his arm - case in point, you. You appear to be asleep, cuddled up to Sam’s heated core, but once Sunday sees you, you peek your eyes open.

You shift, stretching a bit before nodding at him. “Oh, hey.”

“Hello, [Name].” Sunday returns the greeting as if this were a common reoccurrence. “What are you doing up there?”

“I was sleeping,” you say, propping up an elbow on Sam’s shoulder and leaning your cheek against your hand. “Now I’m in the middle of waking up.”

“On Sam?”

“Yeah? Everyone’s done it before.” You sit up, swinging your legs to dangle off of the crook in Sam’s elbow. “You should try it, he’s like a miniature fireplace.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Sunday would sooner die than let Sam pick him up and carry him around like that. Then he blinks, processing what you’ve just said. “Wait, did you say everyone? Does that include Blade?”

“It wasn’t willingly, if that eases your mind,” you laugh airily. “He was sleep-deprived and it was one of the rougher missions, so he ended up passing out. I don’t think I’ve seen that guy sleep so soundly.”

“And you are fine with this?” Sunday looks up at Sam.

“I don’t mind,” comes Sam’s reply. “Everyone looks so happy, and so I’m happy. The company isn’t so bad either, even though they’re often unconscious.”

“Love you too, Sam,” you chuckle. “Even if you watch me while I sleep.”

Sam makes a sound like a short-circuiting computer. “I do not-”

You pat the suit deftly on the head. "I'm just messing with you, Sparky. Don't go combusting on me now."

Swiftly jumping off of Sam’s arm, you stretch leisurely, not unlike a cat. Sunday can’t help but wonder, weren’t you supposed to be sleeping in your room last night, given your texts? What were you doing with Sam, and why did he have to carry you back to your room?

He doesn’t get to ask, though, as you beat him to the interrogation first.

“So, princess, where’re you headed to this early in the morning?”

“Ah,” Sunday straightens. His hand instinctively bends to behind his back. “I’m planning on doing some training with Blade, if possible. I’m afraid I’m still rusty when it comes to the sword.”

“Oh, good idea.” You nod approvingly. “Although, there’s one problem: the old man isn’t on the ship right now.”

Sunday blinks. “Sorry?”

“Silver Wolf kidnapped him,” says Sam bluntly, you shaking your head grimly beside him. “She found a new Xianzhou game and dragged Blade along so that he could help her out with some of the translations.”

“Translations?” Sunday repeats, trying to imagine the intimidating Hunter being dragged around by a girl as small and unassuming (given you don’t know who she is) as Silver Wolf. “But doesn’t she have a translating app on her devices?”

Sam sighs. “She does. But she wanted to bring Blade, and since he wasn’t doing anything beforehand, he played along.”

“So that’s why the old man’s kind of unavailable right now. As far as I know,” you say, “it’s just us three on the ship right now - Kafka left to do… something. I don’t know. You want to try sparring Sam?”

Sunday takes one good look at the hulking piece of flaming metal that is Sam. “I don’t think that’s wise.”

“It isn’t,” Sam confirms unnecessarily. “I would accidentally crush you or burn you in the heat of combat. Elio would not be pleased.”

“Could he really be mad if he already foresaw it?” Sunday isn’t sure how he feels about how casually you’re discussing his potential demise at Sam’s hands.

“How about we not let it get to that point?” he tries gently.

“Why don’t you spar him?” Sam suggests, tilting his head so that he looms over you. “You’re fine enough with a sword.”

Subconsciously, Sunday’s wings perk up. Glancing at you, he’s pleasantly surprised to see as you contemplating the suggestion.

“That’s true,” you admit. You nudge him with your elbow. “How about it then, princess? Wanna fight me?”

“We aren’t ‘fighting’,” sighs Sunday with a shake of his head. “It’s just sparring. But yes, I would be honored to spar against you.”

To be honest, he’s rather relieved that it’s you instead of anyone else on the ship. By no means is he saying that Blade is a bad teacher (as crass as his methods are, Sunday can’t deny that they work), but his fighting style is completely different from Sunday’s. Sunday prefers a lighter and more elegant approach to combat, while Blade’s style is, for lack of a better word, brutal - and from what little he knows of Sam, he doubts that his style is any more compatible.

But with what he saw from you yesterday, with your thinner sword and more relaxed body language, you won’t be as harsh nor as crushing as the other two - or at least, it’s less likely that you’ll throw him into the nearest wall.

You grin, flashing your teeth briefly. “Great. I still need to get washed up, so why don’t you head over there first and warm yourself up?”

Sunday nods with a slight bow. “Very well, I shall see you there.”

But just as he turns his heel and begins to make his way to the training room, his wings twitch as he catches snippets of your final conversation with Sam.

“Thanks for indulging me last night, Sparky,” you chuckle lightly. “And… sorry for making you deal with all of that.”

All of that? Sunday knows he shouldn’t be eavesdropping, but he can’t help it. It takes almost all of him not to glance back at you in curiosity.

No, he shakes his head, it’s none of his business. Whatever it is, it’s your private matter and he needn’t stick his nose into it.

Still… his bad habits get the better of him. Internally, he sighs as his wing raises just slightly to allow him to hear better.

“Don’t worry about it,” he hears Sam reply. “Are you feeling better?”

“Obviously. I think a nap on SAM could fix anything, really. You might even put me out of a job with how well it works.”

There’s a noise like a starting engine - Sunday thinks it’s Sam laughing. “I doubt that. Although, if you’re really sorry, you’ll lay off of the alcohol for me.”

“Yeah, no. Any other favor but that one.”

“[Name].”

Sunday imagines you raising your hand in surrender. “Alright, alright. I will try to not drink as much. Is that better?”

If Sam had said anything in response to that, Sunday didn’t hear it, for he’s already stepped out of the residency hall and into a much larger area of the ship. As the tinted glass doors slide close behind him, he finally allows himself a glance behind him.

What was that all about?

—

Once you hear the sound of the doors closing, you turn to Sam. Sam turns to you.

“He eavesdropped, didn’t he.”

“100%.” You shake your head. “I don’t think I’ve seen anyone take so long to walk down a hall. Plus, his wings gave it away.”

“He needs to work on his stealth skills,” Sam agrees.

“Well, to be fair, there’s not many places to hide in here. So I guess I can forgive him.” You look up at the robot. “I meant what I said, though.”

Walking to your door, you giggle as one of your plants nips lightly at your finger despite having been fed yesterday. You glance behind you. Sam’s already looking into the distance, at what, you’re not sure.

“Are you planning on taking a vacation?” you ask. Sam looks at you.

“Yes. There’s a tropical planet in the nearby system,” he says. “I think I’ll go have a visit.”

You nod with a smile. “Alright, have fun. Take pictures, okay?”

“I will. Good luck on your mission.”

With a snort, you push open your door, vines brushing against you as your plants greet you.

“With Kafka and Sunday on board? Yeah, I'll need it.”

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The Flowers That Grow In Darkness: GlamRock Freddy

I’ve seen a post talking about GR Freddy headcanon so I decided to make one about mine!

My GlamFred goes by He/Him, They/Them

The first animatronic made specifically for the PizzaPlex. Colly Beth was the first animatronic made for FazEnt after Mr Buoy bought it but she was made for a tv show and live show tours before the PizzaPlex even began in the planning stages. Frederick Plush FazBear Jr, aka GlamRock Freddy, was designed by Mr Lucky Buoy and a young robotics engineer named Gene T Manni who mysteriously disappeared from his home late one night just before Freddy and Bonnie were permanently put online. And they both were put online at the same time because Gene did not want them to get lonely. Over the course of studying the first animatronic he noticed she was often tagging along with staff and anyone else constantly asking questions and generally not wanting to be alone. Their first conversation was saying hello and evolving into a sort of duet of Daisy Bell but changed the lyrics as they sang, reflecting their learning AI.

After they got to know each other Lucky wanted them to learn and develop their own personalities with a little guidance by showing them various tapes of old FazBear media. The old cartoons, comics, and some filmed stage performances that he had accumulated over the years.

Freddy really latched onto the OG Frederick Plush FazBear. They admired him, rewrote some of the original FazBand songs with a GlamRock twist, acted out some cartoon scenes as original Freddy, drawn pictures of him and the rest of the band, and even stole one of Lucky’s Plushes of him, which Lucky pretended not to notice. (Fred ended up apologizing and attempting to return it after a restless charge, but Lucky told them to keep it.) He would often dream of one day meeting his idol but he thought that day would never come.

GlamRock Bonnie (Most called him Boo since his favorite thing to do was jump from behind something and yell Boo!) wasn’t quite as entranced as his bud but he was happy they were happy, that didn’t stop him from a light teasing, but he never went too far. He was the more fun of the two, together they were a party, and they requested permission to be there when each subsequent animatronic was brought online after them so they could welcome them to the family with a personalized song.

But despite being operational in one of the funnest places in the world, Boo started to get a little restless. He started talking about him and Jr traveling a little, seeing the world and just wondering, being free to do as they please and just exist. However, Jr had no desire too, he was happy where he was. Happy to continue the legacy.

And that is why Freddy blamed himself. When Boo was taken every one thought he just, left. Lucky had started his trip to Japan to settle some business there before he can fully focus on the PizzaPlex, so some very lackluster people were in charge at the time, not malicious but neglectful, so not much was really done about it. They just told the engineers to give the next animatronic Boo’s job. That poor sap was Monty.

Freddy was hurting, they all were, but Freddy most of all. He did his best to welcome Monty, but he didn’t have a song in his heart for a while. He always felt guilty for that, like he wasn’t enough by himself, but the show has to go on, after all, the original Freddy sang til the very end, right?

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Condemned, Pt. 1

In Condemned (S02E05) we see the (new) team together for the first time, and if it isn't Ronon's first away-mission, it certainly is one of the first. They are all still trying to find their places in this new configuration, symbolically represented by how Teyla has now taken the shotgun seat next to Sheppard in the puddle jumper, where we find them at the start of the episode. Previously we saw McKay occupy this seat and we will see him retake it in the future, but there is an actual reason for him to be seated behind Sheppard here.

Just to tease it, it has to do with some parallels the episode attempts to build with the original trilogy Star Wars. There is one explicit and widely recognized reference to the franchise but it is not the only reference this episode makes to the films. But more about that later.

Now, things must have happened between the end of the previous episode and this. At some point, Sheppard had informed Ronon about the fact that he would now be a part of the team. But he must also have discussed it over with McKay because while McKay is clearly cautious around Ronon, he certainly seems to be trying to get along with him. When we now find them in the jumper, this is not the first time McKay has seen Ronon ever since he (presumably) cut him down from the tree in Runner (S02E03). And it isn't just that McKay is trying to get used to Ronon's presence on the team, it seems like Ronon is also trying to figure out what kind of an animal McKay is and how he is supposed to respond to him. Toward this end, there seems to be something of a contest or one-upmanship going on between them at the offset:

Sheppard: Look familiar? Dex: No. Teyla: Me either. I do not believe I have been to this planet before. McKay: There's no sign of any settlements. At least, nothing recent. Dex: Other than the smoke from that campfire. McKay: Ah. Yes, well. I mean, other than that.

This informs us of the fact that Ronon and McKay have different but complementary skill-sets. Where McKay is an expert on futuristic technologies, Ronon has a knack for more primitive forms of technology, both having their uses both for the team and for the security of Atlantis.

But while the whole team may still be trying to settle into a new dynamic, the thing that has most changed between the previous episode and this is Sheppard's disposition toward McKay. When they were on the recently culled planet at the beginning of Duet (S02E04), Sheppard seemed distant and detached where McKay appeared to be upset for reasons that were never revealed. As they were on the planet with a squad of marines, Sheppard had separated them into different teams so that himself, Teyla and McKay were all divided into different groups with marines.

But now, we find Sheppard among "his own people". There is no one in the jumper but members of his own team that he had chosen for it personally, so it's possible that he is able to be more at ease here than when he was having to perform commander to the new marines that don't really know him, seeing as how he seems to feel somewhat insecure about his new leadership position. It is his performance as Lieutenant Colonel that may have resulted in him trying to distance himself from his emotions since so many of his superiors have indicated that his emotions are what compromise his command.

But here, among his own people and in his own element flying the jumper, Sheppard seems much more free and relaxed. But he also seems much more comfortable being near McKay. Content, even. He smiles slightly to himself as he listens to McKay's exchange with Ronon behind him, and he seems aware of McKay's body behind him even without seeing him. This is not where we left them. Sheppard had left McKay in the hospital with barely a look, and had responded nothing to Weir's suggestion that they might want a moment to themselves. But based on how they are here, it's entirely possible that they did have such a moment.

This may be corroborated by the fact that in the following episode Trinity (S02E06) Sheppard refuses to let McKay into his quarters as he comes to talk with him even though McKay explicitly requests entrance, which definitely suggests that the previous time McKay had come to talk with him and Sheppard had let him in, something had happened. Something had happened of which he did not want a repeat just then. While whatever happened clearly has not fixed nearly everything between them, the way they are around each other in this episode implies that they had hooked up between the end of the previous episode and this. That they've had sex, to make it explicit. While it is of course possible Sheppard's good mood here is entirely based on him getting to have Ronon on his team, he does not look unlike a man that has recently had sex.

And so, they land the jumper on the strange new planet and find themselves in a village that seems very recently abandoned. Where Sheppard takes point, McKay is safely sandwiched between Ronon and Teyla, and this is something they will frequently do from henceforth. As they try to figure out what has taken place, we get the first of several references to friendship in this episode:

Teyla: It appears they left in a hurry. Sheppard: Not used to friendlies coming out of the gate.

McKay isn't precisely used to friendlies coming out the gate either. There are many different friendships budding during the episode. It seems as though McKay is using banter to bond with Ronon where Ronon is clearly fucking with him, both of them amused by the other man's antics. They are very different people but they are trying to get along suggesting that Sheppard has had a lengthy discussion with McKay about why they need Ronon. The reason why Sheppard personally needs Ronon, as McKay's guardian angel, however, is his business alone. And we do see several clear instances of Sheppard being protective of McKay and McKay in particular, all throughout the episode:

McKay: What are you... oh my God, he's tasting it! You don't know what that is, that could be their laundry! Dex: Pretty good! McKay: Oh yes, good idea! And when you're finished with their porridge, why don't we try their beds, hmm? Dex: Want some? McKay: How good is it? Sheppard: Leave it be, Goldilocks.

Calling McKay Goldielocks is a cultural reference that only the two of them would understand so here, once more, even inside their own team, the two of them insulate themselves inside a bubble where only the two of them are invited. McKay references the fairy tale and Sheppard acknowledges this. Now, calling McKay Goldilocks, who is a little girl, might be considered a disparaging remark but what Sheppard is actually doing here is making sure that McKay does not eat any unknown substances. He is taking care of McKay. Ronon can drink dishwater all he wants but McKay with his deadly allergies is not eating anything questionable on his watch. By calling him Goldilocks we also establish McKay as fair-haired, which is relevant for later.

But let's not dismiss the fact that Sheppard jumps in here just after McKay has mentioned trying out their beds, as the tone of his exchange with Roon turned a little bit flirty all of a sudden, and Sheppard felt the need to nip that in the bud. While he is making sure McKay doesn't eat anything that could harm him, he's also warning him not start anything with tall, dark and hunksome, and not to needlessly antagonize him, either. They all know Ronon is attractive, Teyla very much included, but Sheppard did not bring him on as a boy toy for any one of them.

With regards to the fairy tale of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, we'll get to the question of Sheppard's quarters and the size of his bed with the next episode, but trying out of a bed that was too small (where previously they had discussed beds that were too large, Mckay just pointing out their dimensions in Before I Sleep S01E15) may be something that had only just happened in their very recent past, where the bed that was just right in McKay's quarters was no longer shared by them. And while they may have reconnected recently, they are also very much trying out that being friends thing here. Infusing their friendship with benefits may have been playing with fire but maybe they can make this work. So far, so good.

But while Sheppard's mind seems to be occupied by thinking about beds and how to keep McKay safe from himself, they suddenly come under a hail of arrows as they are attacked by the natives of the island, and the natives do not seem friendly at all.

They all duck down just as soon as Ronon warns them about the imminent attack but Sheppard is slower than the others to get down because he looks over to McKay before ducking, seeming for the fraction of a second to consider covering him with his own body. Sheppard is not looking at the source of the attack, he is looking at McKay. And again, after the hail of arrows ceases, as he tells them all to take cover, Sheppard quickly checks to see McKay is unharmed. Important asset, and all. Even having brought Ronon on the team, keeping McKay safe seems to be a full-time job for Sheppard. What ever had happened between them hadn't changed that.

Continued in Pt. 2