#except andrew who is just curious

[jeanmoreaue]

All AFTG characters ranked by how likely they are to read RPF fic of themselves/people they know

1. Andrew - he would read Andrew/Neil fic but is probably more likely to watch Neil thirst edits on tiktok. he would never admit it but he scrolled across a “Neil Josten’s ass jiggling on court” compilation one time and he was like this is stupid…👀

2. Jean - he would be so deeply ashamed about it but yes

3. Renee - i would’ve ranked her higher but considering there wouldn’t be a lot of Jean/Renee fanfic in-universe she’s going here

4. Jeremy - i almost wanted to rank him #1 bc thanks to @allforthegayphase i believe that Jeremy is 100% the type to find his english class crush’s baby photos by stalking his mom on facebook. BUT i think that Jeremy would be like omg is this crossing a line 😔 when it comes to rpf (but would be curious and read it)

5. Nicky - i could see Nicky reading Kevin smut

6. Neil - he may not be technologically savvy, but he’s here lest we forget his Kevin stalker binder. Neil seems like he’s very curious about what other people say about him so i don’t think he’d read it for pleasure he’s just like “i need to know”

7. Allison - she finds it funny when she comes across it

8. Matt

9. Dan

10. Kevin - i really wanted to rank Kevin higher bc i think it would be funny + Kevin is very aware of the effect he has on other people therefore i might think he would enjoy reading other people’s fanfic of himself. but i just think Kevin would be like “this is stupid. why would i date a fan named y/n”

11. Aaron - does not care also probably has no fanfic about himself and would loathe the idea of Kevin Day or Neil Josten fanfic

[sjsmith56]

Still Friends

Summary: One shot. Two years after breaking up, the OFC calls her ex-boyfriend, Bucky, for help after her current boyfriend assaults her.

Length: 4.5 K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, OFC (unnamed and undescribed), OMC (named, undescribed)

Warnings: Contains description of abusive behaviour and physical assault. OFC experiences angst after realizing leaving Bucky was a mistake.

Author notes: This is nurturing Bucky, who also shows some restraint by accepting his ex-girlfriend needed to work out her issues without pressure from him.

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As far as breakups go it wasn’t a bad one. There were still tears on both sides but there were also hugs after I told Bucky that I didn’t think we had a future together. Between my job as a travelling sales representative and his work an Avenger we didn’t see each other much. The sex was great, but it wasn’t enough to base a real relationship on. He was sad about my decision, but he helped me pack my things that I had left at his place, and we talked about where we went sideways. There was no blame; it was just how it went. As I stood at the door and hugged him again, he bent his head down and whispered in my ear.

“If you ever need me, I’ll be there for you. We’re still friends, sweetheart. That will never change.”

That was almost two years ago. A few months later, I accepted a job as a regional sales manager, in another city. There was less travel and I had time to date. Nothing serious developed but I was okay with that. Bucky was in the news every so often, only now the news stories were about the Avenger Bucky Barnes and not the former Winter Soldier. I was so proud of him and occasionally sent him a text message congratulating him on a job well done. He would send back pictures of him and Sam with the team they had assembled. He looked happy and I was glad for him.

Then I met a guy, Bryce Andrews, a very charming pharmaceutical sales manager. We hit it off quickly. Looking back now, maybe it was a bit too quickly, but at the time it just seemed like things were falling into place at the right moment. It wasn’t until Bucky and Sam were on a publicity tour of various cities and contacted me to arrange to meet up that things with Bryce took a turn.

We were at dinner in a restaurant. During the time between our plates being cleared and our desserts arriving I received a text message, and several more in a row.

“Excuse me,” I said, grabbing my phone. “Someone must need me.”

I looked. They started from Bucky: Going to be in your city next week for some publicity. Can we get together? That was followed by a text from Sam with the same message. Then texts from both asking if now was a bad time to call, since I hadn’t responded.

“Who is it?” asked Bryce, seeming curious, but good natured about the interruption.

“Oh, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes,” I replied. “They’re coming on a publicity tour and wanted to get together. Do you mind if I call them?”

He blinked his eyes, then narrowed them. Now, in our line of work, especially considering how much networking we did outside of normal office hours, it wasn’t unusual for either of us to make or receive calls to and from other representatives. It was part of the job. Even though this would be a personal call, I didn’t think he would mind.

“We’re eating,” he said.

“Well, then let me text them that I’ll call them later,” I said, eager to please him.

A grunt was his answer, but I sent them a text message that I couldn’t talk at the moment, but I would phone later. I put my phone away, our dessert was served, and we ate, talking about all manner of things, except it seemed I was doing most of the talking. He was quieter than normal but not in a way that alarmed me. Since we met at the restaurant, after driving our own cars there, we said our good nights and I started my car up, then set up a conference call with Sam and Bucky so we could talk as I drove. It was great hearing from them, and we decided to see each other that following week. I really wanted them to meet Bryce, hoping they would get along. It was all set by the time I got home, parked my car, and locked it before I walked to my building, where I was surprised to see Bryce waiting for me.

“What’s up?” I asked, puzzled.

“Show me your phone,” he said, holding his hand out.

“Why?”

“Did you talk to them?”

Just the way he asked, set me off. “Yeah, I told you I was.”

“Are you cheating on me?”

“What?” I couldn’t believe he would ask something like that. “I haven’t seen them in two years. How could I cheat on you with friends I haven’t seen in that long?”

Suddenly, his hand was on my throat as he pushed me against the wall. “I always knew you weren’t over him. You’re going back to him, aren’t you? You’re going back to that killer?”

I struggled against Bryce, trying to push him off me. This was bizarre behaviour, and I was getting scared.

“No, I just set up meeting them for drinks, you, me, and them. That’s all. What’s got into you?”

“You’re mine! Do you hear me? You text them back and cancel it.”

“No, they’re my friends. I want to see them.”

The next thing I knew I was on the ground, my head ringing from where he struck me. A neighbour came out of the security door then, quickly assessing the situation. He gave me enough time to get through the door and close it before Bryce could follow. My now ex-boyfriend banged on the glass, his face full of unrestrained fury so I called the police and reported that he hit me, and I was afraid for my safety. They came within minutes, arrested him and I went up to my apartment, packed a bag and got in my car. As I drove, I phoned Bucky back. It took several rings before he answered, sounding like he had been sleeping.

“Sweetheart? Why are you phoning so late?”

“Do you still have access to a quinjet?”

Immediately, his voice changed, not sounding so sleepy anymore. “What’s wrong?”

“My boyfriend. He went off the deep end about us meeting next week. He hit me, Bucky. I had to call the police on him. I’m scared to stay home. I’m in my car right now but it’s too far to drive to where you are so I was hoping you could come and get me.”

“Where are you?” he asked.

I told him and he was quiet for a moment. He must have been looking it up on a tablet because he told me the name of a private airport about 15 minutes drive away. Told me to go there, stay in the car with the doors locked and wait for him. He would be there as soon as he could. When I arrived, I parked away from the other vehicles, figuring he would need room to land the quinjet. As I sat there in the dark my phone began to sound and I could see text after text from Bryce.

I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.

Please, call me or send me a text.

I’m being charged with assault. You sure you want to lay that on me?

Why don’t you answer?

Listen, if I say I’m sorry and promise to go for counselling can you drop the charges? I might lose my job over this.

There was nothing after that and I realized they had probably taken his phone away. I received another text, this one from Sam.

Almost there. Where are you?

In the parking lot, away from the other vehicles. Red Lexus SUV. I’ll flash the lights.

When I saw the lights of the quinjet approaching I flashed my brights and stepped out of the vehicle. Bucky was at the controls and landed right beside me. The back ramp came down and both stepped out immediately. As soon as I saw them, I began to cry. All I remember at that moment, was feeling their arms surround me, hugging me, and murmuring that I was alright. Sam stepped back, took my car keys and went to the trunk for my bag while Bucky led me into the quinjet. As he buckled me into a seat, he looked carefully at my face, gently touching it. It hurt and I winced.

“He did this to you?”

There was no anger in his voice as he asked, but I knew he was angry, just by the set of his jaw and the look in his eyes. I nodded. Sam strode on with my bag and his phone at his ear.

“Red Lexus SUV, at the location I told you. I have the keys, so you’ll have to transport the vehicle with a tow truck or flatbed trailer. I want it picked up and taken to a secure location within 24 hours.”

He was quiet while they repeated it back to him, then he hung up and kneeled in front of me, doing the same thing Bucky did, except from the mindset of his former para-rescue occupation, asking me if I blacked out, or greyed out, and if my head or neck hurt. When I winced at his touch he shook his head, obviously angry. Then he had me follow his upright finger with my eyes without moving my head. Gently, he cupped my cheek with his palm then stood up and looked meaningfully at Bucky.

“He doesn’t get away with it,” he said to his partner. “You know that type of reaction is jealousy, and it will just get worse now that he’s let his façade slip. I wish we had done something sooner.”

“What do you mean, sooner?” I didn’t quite understand what Sam meant.

Bucky let out a deep breath. “When you first told us about him, we checked him out. I know, that was technically spying but we still care about you and weren’t going to let just anyone be your boyfriend.”

“You’ve been interfering in my love life?” I could feel the anger in me ratcheting up to 100. “You had no right!”

“You’re right,” agreed Bucky. “But we just wanted you to be safe and happy with a good guy. Bryce seemed to be alright but there were moments in his past that made us wonder if he was as nice as he presented himself to be. What happened tonight, proved he wasn’t.”

Even though they were right, I was still angry, and I sat there with my arms folded, fuming. Bucky returned to the quinjet controls while Sam sat next to me and buckled in. To his credit, he didn’t try to talk me out of being upset at them. Half an hour later we were at the airport in the city where they were appearing. Sam called for an Uber. As we waited for it to arrive, he and Bucky stood closely together, murmuring, looking at me every so often. Sighing, I went over to them.

“If you’re going to talk about me, at least do it to my face,” I said, irritated.

“Just discussing the sleeping arrangements,” said Bucky. “We have a double King room. You can have one bed; Sam will take the other and I’ll take the floor.”

“I can pay for my own room,” I replied.

“No, what if he finds out you’re here?” asked Sam. “You’re staying with us. You can take a few days off of work, can’t you?”

“Possibly, if my boss is okay with it. Where do you go next?”

Sam rattled off the next three towns they were in before they got to where I lived. They both promised to help me deal with Bryce if he showed up. By the time we got to their hotel I was beat. Bucky went into the bathroom and came out several minutes later.

“I’ve run a bath for you,” he said gently. “Take your time and relax. We’ll talk when you’re done.”

I would have argued but he seemed so sincere that I grabbed my pyjamas and went into the bathroom. When I came out, the TV was on, and Sam was on top of the other bed, in sweatpants and a T-shirt. The other king-sized bed had been turned down, but Bucky wasn’t in the room.

“He went to grab some snacks,” explained Sam. “Get comfortable. Anything you want to watch?”

I shook my head as I dropped my clothes off on my suitcase and climbed into the other bed, with my phone in hand. There were no other messages from Bryce. Hopefully, that meant he was in custody and not plotting his revenge. The sound of the door being unlocked made both of us look at it and we watched as Bucky came in, carrying a bag and a covered paper cup. He toed his boots off and approached the beds. He placed the paper cup on the nightstand nearest me then reached inside the bag, pulling out a wrapped package, and handing it to Sam.

“Po’ Boy, with lots of hot sauce,” he said. He smiled at me, pulling out a small carton of rocky road ice cream and a spoon. “Comfort food, if I remember correctly.”

“Thanks,” I smiled, taking it from him. “It is.”

He pulled out a submarine sandwich for himself, then two bottles of beer, handing one to Sam. I looked at the paper cup which he had placed on the nightstand nearest me.

“Hot chocolate for you, to warm you up between brain freezes.”

“You still remember?”

“Of course.” He gestured to the space on the bed next to me and I patted it. “I would never forget that.”

Bryce never remembered my love of rocky road ice cream and hot chocolate. In fact, he thought it was stupid that I needed to warm up between bites of ice cream whenever I was feeling stressed. My mouth started to tremble and before I knew it the tears started to fall. Both men placed their food down and sat so they were on either side of me. Sam took my ice cream and put it on the nightstand then put his arm around my shoulders while Bucky held my hands.

“Why did I ever break up with you?” I whimpered, feeling pretty sorry for myself. “You both came out late to get me, then you make a special trip to get my comfort foods and act like its no big deal that you remember it two years after we broke up.”

“Hey, I told you that we’re still friends,” said Bucky, in a voice that was so kind. “I still love you and care about you. Sam still cares. It was our phone call that made Bryce react so poorly.”

“No, don’t blame yourselves,” I said emphatically. “If it wasn’t this, it would have been something else that set him off. I look back now at what attracted me to him and it’s obvious that he wasn’t sincere. It was all an act and I bought into it because maybe I was still trying to convince myself that breaking up with you was the right thing to do. The fact that you two were still watching out for me means that you saw through him long before I did.”

They glanced at each other in the way that good friends do when they need to say something unpleasant to another friend. Sam cleared his throat first.

“We didn’t have anything concrete on him when you two first started to go out. On the surface, everything seemed good and as long as he treated you right, we respected your privacy.”

“But?” I looked at him, then at Bucky. “There is a but, right?”

Bucky let his breath out. “There was a complaint laid against him about twelve years ago, when he was in college. Another student, a woman, said he wouldn’t leave her alone. Always sending her gifts, calling her and checking on her location. It came to a head at a function where her brother hugged her, and Bryce punched him, apparently thinking he was a rival for her affections. He went for anger management counselling and since then his behaviour was acceptable. Because he didn’t seem to be obsessive about you, we figured whatever his issues were then were no longer a concern. We were wrong.” Gently, he pushed some hair over my ear. “You got hurt because we gave him the benefit of the doubt. We’re both so sorry.”

I looked at the ice cream and reached for it, jamming a spoonful into my mouth. After the third spoonful I started to cry again and this time Sam took the ice cream, put the lid back on and stuck it in the freezer portion of the mini bar. He grabbed his jacket, his Po’ Boy, and left me there with Bucky.

“Come here,” he said gently, leaning back against the headboard and pulling me into his lap. “Don’t blame yourself for him being abusive. We should have paid attention to our first instincts about him.”

I shook my head. “It’s not that.” He felt so warm and secure as I snuggled deeper into his arms. “I’m upset with myself for thinking that what we had wasn’t enough. Being with you here right now, it’s obvious that I was fooling myself.”

“Sweetheart, at the time, you had valid concerns about us,” he answered. “If you recall, I didn’t try very hard to change your mind. What you were feeling obviously resonated with me.”

“And now? Do you miss me?”

“All the time.” He kissed my head. “But I knew it was important for you to find yourself again, so I let you go.”

I hesitated before asking my next question. “Are you seeing anyone?”

I could see his smile begin. “No, haven’t been looking, either.”

“Are we still just friends?”

“We’ll always be friends, I hope. Do you want it to be more?”

His right hand was rubbing my left arm as I contemplated his question. Had I missed him? Honestly, yes. He was always good at this, comforting me and validating my feelings whenever I felt insecure. How had I not considered this emotional aspect of our previous relationship when I ended it? Was I so wrapped up in my career at that time that I overlooked how good he could make me feel, not just with this type of intimacy but with our sexual relationship? Bryce didn’t even come close to Bucky in those aspects, nor in any other aspect that counted.

“Yes, I want it to be more.”

“What about your work? I don’t want you choosing between your career and me.”

“My career ….” I sighed. “It’s okay but I think I would like a change, especially since I don’t want to be in the same town as Bryce anymore. I’d rather be closer to you.”

“You’re sure?” His blue eyes were focused on me. “Is this what you really want? I’m not a rebound, am I?”

“No, you were the one that got away. I’m sorry I ever broke up with you. You gave me the time and distance to work it out and it just took me this long to realize that you’re the one I want to be with.”

He caressed the side of my head, as he gazed into my eyes. This is what I had really missed, having someone making me feel like I was the most important person in their life. Even when I ended it before he didn’t stop liking me, constantly reassuring me that we were still friends. Our lips met and for the first time in two years I felt another part of what I had been missing. His kiss was gentle and loving. When I winced after he touched the part of my jaw that still hurt, he stopped and hugged me again. Then he made sure that I was looking directly at him.

“I never stopped loving you and wanting you back,” he said quietly. “We’ll make it work this time. I promise.”

“I love you, too,” I whispered.

Bucky’s phone sounded and he picked it up, reading the text. “Sam wants to know if we’ve kissed and made up.”

“Yeah, let him come back,” I replied. “You don’t have to sleep on the floor, either. But it’s just cuddling tonight.”

He smiled in that sexy, lopsided way that I missed so much, as he texted Sam.

“I’ll get us our own room for the other nights, if you want.”

I was definitely okay with that. Sam returned, immediately noticing we were both happier. He offered to get a different room but we both told him it was late, and we would wait until the following night. Bucky quickly ate his sub, I finished my hot chocolate, leaving the ice cream for another time. We all brushed our teeth then got into bed, Sam on his own and Bucky sharing his bed with me. It felt great to have him spoon behind me again, and I slept well.

I gave my notice to my boss the next morning, who was sorry to lose me but when I told him what happened he offered to kick Bryce’s ass. Apparently, he also thought my ex-boyfriend had some issues with jealousy, explaining how Bryce had threatened several guys at the staff Christmas party about being overly friendly with me. Just like Bucky and Sam, he felt guilty about not taking it more seriously.

Three days later, on our return to the town where I lived, there had been no word from Bryce, although I was called in by a detective to answer some questions. It seemed that Bryce claimed he lost his temper after finding out I was cheating on him. Both Bucky and Sam, who accompanied me, showed the detective their text messages as proof that they only asked about meeting up with both of us. My text messages were also taken as evidence. My neighbour had already given his statement which verified that he witnessed Bryce hitting me hard enough to knock me down. They had security camera footage of that and of him grabbing me by the throat. His excuse wasn’t enough to justify the extreme use of force he displayed. From the police station I went with Bucky and Sam to the hospital where they were doing a PR visit in several wards, visiting sick kids and veterans with health issues.

Instead of staying at a hotel I offered my apartment to both Bucky and Sam, as I had two bedrooms. Since it was the last stop of the tour, they offered to help me pack up my possessions and arrange for movers to clear me out of the apartment. When we pulled up in the Uber, after the hospital visit, I was disturbed but not surprised to see Bryce waiting for me. He scowled when Bucky and Sam got out of the vehicle with me.

“Where the hell have you been? I want to talk to you.”

“Haven’t had any messages since you were first arrested but that could be because you were ordered not to contact me,” I replied, attempting to walk past him. He grabbed my elbow and immediately, Bucky and Sam grabbed him. I glared at Bryce. “Take your hands off me.”

“Not until you tell me where you’ve been.”

Bucky started to speak but I interrupted him. “Don’t, he’s trying to goad you two into hitting him. Notice how he’s in position in front of the security cameras? That’s why the charges I filed against him will stick because they caught everything he did to me.” They both let him go and I pulled my arm out of his grip. “Get this through your thick head. The moment you accused me of cheating we were done. You made a bad situation worse by grabbing me around the neck and then hitting me hard enough to knock me down. Compounding that is the fact that I found out you threatened some of my work colleagues not to be friendly with me. I also found out about the woman you harassed in college and how you hit her brother for hugging her. There is something seriously wrong with you, Bryce, if you think I’m going to overlook all that and allow you into my life again.”

“But I love you,” he said. “I thought we were going to get married and have a family someday.”

“No, we’re not and you don’t love me. You don’t even know my favourite colour or my comfort food.”

He stared blankly at me. With a sound of disgust, I pushed past him, and he tried to grab me again. I turned and kicked him in the groin, making him fall to his knees while he held what was left of his dignity, which wasn’t much to begin with. As he gasped for air, Bucky held the door open for me and Sam as we entered the building. Then I closed the security door, shaking my head at the sight of Bryce, still on his knees. I phoned the detective and told him about the encounter, knowing that Bryce had been warned about contacting me. Assured that a unit was coming to pick him up, I left him there and the three of us took the elevator to my floor. Bucky put his arm around me and kissed me on the head.

“I’m sure glad we stayed friends after we broke up,” he said. “You got a mean streak in you.” I raised my eyebrows at him. “Baby, that was sexy as hell.”

He kissed me again, and squeezed me against his side, a big grin on his face. Sam was also quite impressed. By the time we got up to the apartment we were in a good mood, and we enjoyed ourselves that evening with pizza, beer and a movie. Sam stayed for a couple of days before being called for a mission. He flew the quinjet back while Bucky took some personal leave to help me pack up.

If ever there was proof that he was committing to us, that action alone proved it. By the end of the week, my furniture had been picked up, my car was packed, and we prepared to drive back to the Avengers compound, where some new personnel quarters had been built. The individual units, complete with patios and yards, were just what we needed to begin living together again. I got a job on the compound, heading up the purchasing department, sourcing vendors, negotiating prices, and arranging for delivery of all sorts of materials needed for the Avengers. The best part was that with living there, I saw Bucky a lot more, as he followed through on his promise to make it work. We were still friends, of the best kind.

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[aledethanlast]

Sometimes at night I dream about an au where Wymack is Nathan's twin brother.

Bear with me.

David and Nathan are identical twins, but still look eerily alike until they grow older. David is older by twenty minutes, and the one who leaves their shifty parents first and is all too happy to leave his twin behind too. He's quick to change his name and they lose track of each other's existence long before either of them move to America.

He doesnt recognize Neil, when the file lands on his desk—he doesn't look too much like his twin as an adult, not that he would know that, having last seen the guy when they were 16—but something about Neil's photo is enough to get him curious.

Neil, of course, sees Wymack irl for the first time and freaks the FUCK out. Kevin being there Does Not Help, and Neil says a lot of shit that sends everyone's alarm bells ringing, just because he thinks he's already been caught. Except Kevin is as Kevin does and won't shut up about exy, and Andrew sticks out from the rest of this nightmare like a sore thumb, and eventually they manage to calm Neil down enough for him to realize that his father never had those tattoos. Or dressed like that, not even when he needed a shirt he didn't mind ruining.

Neil can just barely bring himself to look at the tattoos while he signs the contract. It's the only thing keeping him calm enough to stand in Wymack's presence. The offer to live in his house is refused so loudly it makes Neil jump at his own voice. Andrew thinks this is hilarious. Kevin is already exasperated.

But the itch at the back of Wymack's head is getting more persistent, more familiar, tracing back years tics and habits and what faint serene memories he has of childhood, doing the math and...oh shit is this my kid?

Well, according to the paternity test he discreetly sends out a few weeks after Neil arrives at Palmetto, yes.

[cringecompanionapologist]

More Vision Magazine Stuff

So, I've looked a bit into the origin of all of Five's companions (except Kamelion, who hardly exists as a character) and tracked down early character descriptions for all of them.

Well, not quite for Adric. The Adric description was very short.

We get that he's supposed to be 15, so that's good to know. The thing with Adric is that it seemed like no two writers thought of him as the same character.

These takes don't entirely need to contradict one another, but it sounds like the writers were all given a kind of vague description and were never on the same page for what to do with it.

Andrew Smith: He's smart but also immature

Eric Saward: He's a brat

Christopher Bidmead: He's curious and the Doctor likes that about him.

Terrance Dicks: He's an arrogant know-it-all.

This also gives off the vibe that Bidmead liked Adric and Saward didn't, which might explain why Adric worked slightly better in season 18 than season 19. The script editor actually wanted the character to work.

I'd personally go for a mix of the Smith and Bidmead approaches. He's a genius, but his knowledge is still limited, something he's reluctant to admit. He can be a bit of a brat, because he's 15. He's literally immature. But, the Doctor sees his potential and admires his curiosity, so he acts as a sort of mentor figure.

Anyway, the character descriptions of other characters that were provided are a little more detailed, so the writers probably had some idea of what they were doing. Going in order of introduction, here's Nyssa:

Look at how detailed that is! Here's another one whose age we know (18), as well as her backstory, beliefs, skills, and what both Adric and the Doctor think of her. Most of this stuff isn't really explored in the show, but Big Finish clearly took it and ran with it.

Next, Tegan:

So, we get another detailed background, but while it seemed like everything with Nyssa was worked out, we're not confident about Tegan, not sure whether she's going to stick around or not. She starts with a one-off story arc that sounds kind of annoying, honestly. The girl is accidentally put in a Situation and she responds by taking charge of the Situation. But, she basically has to learn to leave things to the men. I doubt Janet Fielding was happy about this: Playing the "uppity" woman who learns to shut up and follow the patriarch. I don't think the people writing this really thought the implications of this arc through.

So, yeah, I was a bit harsh on that one. It's not too bad as an arc out of context, but considering problems with how Tegan was treated by the writers (and the fandom tbh) later, it doesn't bode well.

Anyway, here's (me obsessing over) Turlough:

So, Turlough is 20, around the same age as Tegan, which is what I assumed but this does confuse people. I still think it's funny that he's described as blond, they cast a blond actor, and then had him dye his hair red.

You'll notice from the May, 1981 date, that this was early in development and a lot changed between this and what he see onscreen. Turlough's initial arc was written without reference to the stories it occurs in and his introduction doesn't make any sense with the backstory he was eventually given. They meet him on a planet he's lived on for as long as he can remember.

They basically wrote Turlough's arc before the stories of Season 20. He was apparently going to be introduced in a story called The Song of the Space Whale, where he would just be a person on a planet. But, the story fell through and they decided to introduce him in another story, Mawdryn Undead, instead.

The fact that Turlough was in exile was made up to explain him being at Brendon. Apparently just so the story would make sense to the person writing it. You can tell just how much they were making up as the went along.

Lastly, we've got Peri:

Long blonde hair is basically the opposite of Peri's hair, so this was clearly written well before the role was cast. Also they didn't even know where they were filming "next season's foreign story". It really was just "The Vacation Episode" at this point.

Also, Peri's family life is given a lot of backstory that never comes up onscreen. The description of her dynamic with the Doctor is amusing:

"The Doctor reminds Peri of her dead dad. They remain platonic friends really." As if "surrogate father" would immediately be equated to "potential love interest" because Peri's hot. Peri has daddy issues. Saward and JNT had daddy issues issues.

Also, they clearly had no plans for the Sixth Doctor here. Once again, they made shit up as they went along and hoped it would all work out in the end.

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

Merchild

Part 1!

Part 2

A simple mermaid story about a man who finds a mermaid.

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Blood, and taking one’s life. (No one dies…except a few fish I guess)

Mermaids were simply legends, but every fisherman and woman in the seaside town of Crestal knew the tales. Mermaids were huge sea beasts that could take down battleships with ease, it was best not to fight them. However, with their large size comes the guarantee of large fish nearby. So one could risk coming in contact with a mermaid for the prize of a large fish haul. These tales have been passed down throughout the town from generation to generation. Even Randy passed it down to his son.

Randy isn’t the best fishermen, living far off from the town, with a small house near the coast, overlooked by a large cliff nearby. The area in the sea was scattered with small rock islands that could tear up boats. However this never stopped Randy or his ancestors. He just didn’t have the same luck, not anymore.

Randy stared down at the divorce papers. It had been finalized months ago but he couldn’t wrap his head around it. Why did Sierra want this? She took almost full custody of their son Andrew, only letting him stay over for weekends. She met a new man and was now living with him. Some business dude with loads of cash, unlike Randy and his poor fishing business.

He sighed, it’s been too long for him. He walked over to a cabinet, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and headed to his small boat. The boat was nothing special, just a simple fishing boat, fit for at least 5 people if needed. He hopped in, started it up and drove out into the sea.

It was practically night, the sun having set a few hours ago.Randy just sat down watching the waves and downing the bottle.

“Pshh…can’t do nothing…can’t keep my kid…can’t pass down the job…can’t even do the job” Randy mumbled to himself, swirling the bottle. He was desperately trying to drown his sorrows when his boat lurched to one side, causing Randy to stumble. Catching himself on the side of the boat, he watched as his bottle fell into the sea.

“Damnit…didn’t even get to finish it…the fuck was that?”

Randy looked around at the darken waters of the sea, only lit up by the few lights on his boat. He sighed and looked down off the edge of the boat into the water. Staring off into the abyss, part of him wanting to join it.

As his mind swirled he noticed something. There was something coming out of the water, he leaned forward trying to see what it was. His eyes trying to focus when suddenly he was met face to face with another larger face.

He stumbled back into his boat, grabbing his chest in shock as the creature lifted its head and peaked over the edge of the boat. Randy couldn’t believe his eyes, maybe he really did have too much to drink, but there it was; a mermaid. She stared at him with soft yellow eyes, the fins on the side of her head flicked a bit, her green scales shimmered in the moonlight, and her seaweed-like hair dripped droplets into the water. Her head was around four times bigger then his. Weren’t mermaids supposed to be huge? He thought. Only for sudden realization to strike him. If they were supposed to be huge, then the one before him was a youngling. A child. When there’s a child, there’s a parent.

Horror froze his veins at this realization. He stared at the beast in front of him, not moving, and trying to steady his breath. His mind was racing and the alcohol was not helping his case.

The mermaid however lifted herself up more and leaned over the edge of the boat. She was curious at the little creature in front of her. It had no fins or tail, how could it swim or hunt for fish? She gently reached out and poked the creature’s leg with her claw. Careful as to not scratch it. She didn’t want to hurt them, she was simply curious and wanted to learn more.

Randy however flinched at the touch, causing the mermaid to pause a second before continuing.

“Uhhh please stop” Randy said hesitantly, he didn’t know if she’d understand him or not. She simply tilted her head and made a few clicking noises, “Right you don’t understand me…should’ve known.”

The mermaid simply kept look at him and poking him. He couldn’t figure out why though. Wasn’t she just gonna snatch him up and eat him? Or perhaps she is too young to know about that? Wasn’t it’s parent coming? Was he being saved for the parent? Did she even have a parent? Wouldn’t they be here by now? Why was she so curious about him?Maybe she’s never seen a human before, he thought, watching as she awkwardly lifted his leg to inspect it.

“HEY! Don’t flip me ov-over like that!” He shouted, almost losing his stomach over the sudden motion. His shout scared the mermaid, causing her to retreat her hand and dip slightly back into the water. Randy suddenly felt terrible. If this was a child, then he just scared her…how ironic. A sea beast scared of a simple human. Alcohol always made him more emotional, and seeing her cower impacted some instinct to protect and help.

“Hey…sorry for shouting…didn’t mean to scare you…you got nice hair…” he reached down and patted her head, causing her to gently push against his palm. Part of him was shouting that this was stupid and dangerous, but his drunk side just kept petting the mermaid’s head.

She chirped a seemingly happy chirp, and lifted her head out of the water agains so she could get closer.

“You alone out here? All by yourself? Cause I feel you there. I’m alone too” Randy said, all the while the mermaid seemed confused. That didn’t stop Randy from rambling though.

“You know…I’m alone and I haven’t seen anyone come get you…so you must be alone. We can hang out until I pass out ahahaha…” He was really losing it at this point.

The mermaid continued to listen, even though she had zero clue what the creature in front of her was saying. She watched as it spoke it’s strange language and played with her hair. Awkwardly braiding it, like her mama used to. Then it paused, gave a thumbs up, and fell onto the floor. Did it just die?!?! She didn’t know what happened, until a loud snore came from the creature. It’s sleeping, she thought to herself, out in the open like this? Wasn’t that dangerous?

She paused for a moment before deciding to watch the creature and it’s strange floating thing. She dipped back underwater and hid in some crevices between some rocks. Just like her mama had taught her. Suddenly she felt sorrow in her heart, she missed her mama. She played with the loose braid the creature made in her hair as she kept watch on its little floating device.

Morning struck and Randy groggily woke up to the sun smacking his face. His body ached all over and looking around he quickly figured out why. He had passed out on his boat, and not in the small compartment that held a bed. Just on the hard deck.

He laid there trying to remember what had happened. It then hit him. The mermaid. Was it real? Or was it some drunk memory? Randy didn’t know. He sat up and looked around. He knew he had some snacks and water hidden on the boat. So he slowly stood up to grab some.

After grabbing some chips and a bottle of water he walked over the the ledge of the boat. Looking into the deep water. Was the mermaid real? Why did she not eat him? Or drag him under? Randy was so confused and partially hung over. As he sipped his water and looked over the sea he heard and felt the sea move. Confused he looked down, only to be met with those yellow eyes from last night.

Startled, Randy fell back, dropping his water and chips. He Scooted back into the wall of the cockpit of his boat. Staring at her. She blinked and stared at him before smiling a simple smile, without showing her teeth. She then reached over and gently tapped his nose with a claw. He wasn’t scratched, but he was terrified. She was real, last night actually happened. He couldn’t remember much but he remembered her poking at him and lifting his leg. Everything else was blurry for him.

“You’re not gonna hurt me right?” He awkwardly asked, only to receive a click and tilt from her, “oh right…language barrier…”

Then he heard it, her stomach growled. He looked over and fear etched its way into his face. Was she gonna eat him now? Was she saving him for later? He looked at the mermaid and realized she had lowered herself into the water a bit, avoiding eye contact.

She was hungry but wasn’t going for him. Randy then shakily stood up and walked over to the edge. He lifted his hand up and placed it on her head, causing her to tilt her head up and look at him.

“Guess you’re hungry huh?” He asked, still shaking. Part of him was terrified at the thought of being eaten but maybe he could try something else.

He patted his head before walking over to the front of his boat. Curiously the mermaid followed him, still somewhat hiding herself in the water.

“Well maybe I can catch you something?” Randy said as he grabbed his fishing gear. He grabbed his rod, found some bait, hooked it up and cast it out. All the while the mermaid watched in fascination.

“This might take a while…haven’t had the best luck recently.” He awkwardly said as he waited for the line to pull.

It took a few minutes before he felt a pull. He quickly started to reel it in, but it was strong.

“Damnit, why’s it gotta be so tough” he cursed under his breath trying to pull the fish in. The fish was clearly a fighter and the mermaid noticed the struggle. She eyes the line and gently swam close to it.

“Woah! What are yo-“ before he could finish she dived back into the water. He kept fighting the fish though. If she didn’t want it then then he could just catch it and seek it at the market instead. He fought and tried when suddenly, the fighting stopped.

“Shit it got loose.” He muttered. He started pulling it back but realized that there was still something on the hook, it just wasn’t fighting.

“Damnit…must’ve gotten tangled on something…or I was fighting a fucking boot again.”

As he reeled it in, the mermaid popped back up with glee written all over her face.

“Glad you’re happy.” Randy said looking over at the mermaid who just watched him reel in the fish, “you know you could catch your own fish. You know how to right?” Silence and a confused look was all he got, “perhaps not”

Finally the end of the line was in view. Randy watched as it pulled up, and shock struck him. On the hook was a huge fish, bigger than he had seen in a long time. Only it wasn’t moving and had a large bite mark in it. The fish was still intact, there was just clear teeth marks around the fish, as well as a scratch. He pulled the fish out and stared at it. It was still in good condition, despite the wound, but what did it. He then looked over at the mermaid who was filling smiling, showing off her sharp teeth that had just the hint of blood on them. He flinched at seeing the sight of them.

“Oh so you did help me. Thanks.” He awkwardly said. Randy then took the hook out of the fish and carried it over to the mermaid, “but I caught it for you”

The mermaid was stunned. She helped track the fish down to help make it easier for him to catch. She thought he was just getting himself a meal. Yes she was hungry but usually her mama would hunt a bunch of fish first and then bring it back for them to eat. Occasionally she’d help her mama but it was hard to catch fish without a little help. Most of the bigger fish were just too fast for her, so her mama would go after those, occasionally slowing them down for her to practice hunting with, but she usually practiced hunting on the smaller and slower fish. But this creature didn’t do that. Yes it held the fish still so she could stun it and slow it down, but she didn’t expect it to give up its catch for her. She grabbed the fish and eyed it, looking back at the creature who said something and waved it’s hands. It then pretended to eat something, she knew it wanted her to eat it but that wouldn’t be fair. She paused and lifted the fish up and not it in half, handing the head over to the creature. It was the best part after all.

Randy was shocked and a little scared as he watched the mermaid bite the fish in half and hand him the head of it. She then mimicked his motion of eating.

“Uh thanks but I’m not hungry right now…uhhh I’ll save it for later” he said smiling. He patted his stomach to show he was full, before placing the fish into a nearby crate. The mermaid seemed confused but just let it go.

“I’m quite lucky to have found you. I mean, a big fish, not getting eaten by you. You’re quite the good luck charm,” Randy grabbed his fishing rod and pointed to the sea, “wanna help me catch some more?”

The mermaid may not have understood what he said but did understand what he wanted. She happily swam away and dived into the water before popping back up with a giddy smile. Randy laughed and nodded before casting his line again.

They did this for quite awhile. Catching multiple big fish. Randy handed a few to the mermaid, once his ship was full.

“Alright lil..uhhh…mermaid…merchild…mmmh” he paused looking at the mermaid in front of him, “I shouldn’t just call you mermaid. How about I give you a name?” She just tilted her head and he chuckled, “Mmmh well you’re quite lucky…and you got pretty green scales…mmmh I think I’ll call you Jade”

Jade tilted her head confused, the creature then pointed to itself and said a single thing and then pointed to her and said a different thing. It repeated it a few more times. Perhaps the thing they said was what they were called? ‘Randy’ and the thing they said while pointing to her was what it called her, ‘Jade.’ She didn’t know what it meant or even if she could pronounce these things but she liked the sound. She was happy being called this Jade.

Randy watched as Jade wiggled her fins in joy and smiled.

“Alright, I’m glad you like the name, but now I gotta go home okay?” He walked over and patted her cheek. He then pointed to himself and the towards the island. She paused before making a soft cry and nuzzling into him, she didn’t want him to go and it broke his heart.

“I’ll be back, don’t worry okay? I know you don’t understand me but I’ll be back” he tried reassuring her but it was kinda hard to do so with actions.

Randy eventually pulled away from Jade, who had a sad look on her face before disappearing into the depths below. He sighed and walked over to his helm to start the boat up. He would have one hell of a story to tell everyone, especially Andrew.

Meanwhile; Jade watched the boat float away, and she carefully followed it back towards the island. Stopping when she saw it stop at a strange wooden structure. She watched as Randy stepped off the floating thing and carried the boxes away, one by one. They were safe, she thought as she looked around. She noticed that a bit off there was a small rock island nearby, that with closer inspection had a cave opening that went down. Investigating it she discovered it opened up a bit and was quite large. It was also relatively close to where Randy went. She decided right then that this cave would be her home. Curling up on the sandy floor she smiled, she had found a new mama. Someone to help her, someone to be with so she wasn’t so alone anymore. They could teach her things and help her, and she could help them! She couldn’t help but smile with glee as she drifted off to sleep hoping to catch Randy when she woke up and have another day of being with them.

[she-karev]

Thanksgiving (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister/ Marina Season 18 Imagine)

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: One of One

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev, Maya Bishop x Carina DeLuca

Canon Episode: Season 18 Episode 6

AN: Happy Thanksgiving! I wanted to do a Thanksgiving dinner with everyone in my fandom gathered so I decided to do a rewrite of the Thanksgiving episode from season 18 with Andrew DeLuca still alive and married to Alex Karev’s sister and celebrating with Carina DeLuca and Maya Bishop. Like and reblog below and let me know what you think.

Summary: Amber and Andrew host their own Thanksgiving dinner with Maya and Carina joining them. A funny hurdle forces them to spend Thanksgiving with Alex and Jo who are hosting their own dinner as well.

Words: 1962

November 25th, 2021

Amber squashes the potatoes in the bowl with the masher while pouring the melted butter mix in it. She is clad in a pink shirt with jeans that are slightly dirty from oil and other ingredients she used to make the green beans and mashed potatoes.

Normally she would leave the cooking to her husband, Andrew DeLuca, but she has been anxious with excitement for thanksgiving dinner and couldn’t wait for him to start. The reason for this uncharacteristic cooking spree is due to Thanksgiving dinner last year being stalled from Covid leaving her and Andrew to settle for a small Chinese takeout dinner by themselves.

Now with covid dying down and crowds in small spaces safe again, Amber has been salivating for the taste of turkey she has been denied for almost two years. So she decided to take initiative and order a farm fresh turkey for Andrew to cook and her to help out.

She is satisfied with the results of her mashed potatoes and sets them aside on the counter to get to the gravy next. Amber pulls the gravy mix packets out of the pantry when her husband, Andrew, walks inside in his black tank top and gray pants. He wearily approaches the kitchen where his wife is cooking afraid, he has entered into another dimension where Amber Karev can make food on her own.

“Wow.” Andrew enters the kitchen and greets Amber, “Hey.”

Amber turns to find Andrew in the kitchen and greets him with a warm smile, “Hi.”

“Look at you wearing an apron.” Andrew comments with a sly grin and he kisses his wife, “I never thought I would see the day. What is all this?”

“It is Thanksgiving dinner.” Amber moves around him to show him the green beans and mashed potatoes she already prepared, “I couldn’t wait for you to get up so I decided to get started before Maya and Carina come over to help out. I already got stuff for pecan and apple pie, or we can make pumpkin instead I just need you to make a quick trip to a store that’s open if that’s not too much trouble.”

Andrew looks baffled by this side of Amber he has never encountered before. Except Halloween, Amber is medium on holidays citing them as any other day. So, to see her clad in an apron cooking up a storm and ready to make desserts has him questioning if he’s dreaming or his wife is possessed.

Amber looks curious on the perplexed look on Andrew, “What?”

“If a group of men from the neighborhood kidnapped you and implanted you with the Stepford Wife chip, blink three times.” Amber smacks his shoulder lightly looking offended while Andrew is relieved at this gesture of violence that is his wife’s forte, “Okay good there’s the woman I love. I didn’t mean to be offensive it’s just that most Thanksgivings your more eager to cut a human than a turkey.”

“Well, that was back when I was an intern who couldn’t control her schedule and thought holidays were PR facades. Now I am a resident and wife who wants to celebrate a time of thanks and family. After the year we’ve had I think I am allowed to celebrate things I took for granted.”

“Wow I didn’t think I could love you more, but you proved me wrong when I saw you in that apron.” Andrew puts his hands on her hips looking at her with smoldering eyes that make her grin mischievously, “What do you say we celebrate a little before Maya and Carina get here.”

“Mmm, honey I would love to.” Amber kisses Andrew tenderly for a few seconds before pulling back with a grin, “But I can’t.”

Andrew frowns disappointed as his wife mashes the potatoes, “I want to make sure everything is perfect and not just for the both of us. We were all just getting excited for things going back to normal…and then Dean Miller died.”

Andrew nods solemnly, holding his wife’s shoulder sharing the pain as well. DeLuca didn’t know Dean that well except for when they worked together to find Max in the drain. And even then, he could see he was a good guy who did not deserve to go out the way he did.

Amber is in mourning as well as she knew him from working at the Station with Avery and Warren assisting them in the PRT. They acknowledge their grief is shy of Maya’s though as they along with Carina support her through this time.

“And everything took a step back from normal.” Amber continues sprinkling salt on the potatoes, “Cooking and hosting Thanksgiving for my grieving sister-in-law is the only way I know how to help so I am gonna do my best. Otherwise, we would go to my brothers and celebrate there instead.”

“I’m pretty sure their less likely to make a good spread than you.” Andrew kisses her cheek before moving to the freezer to get the turkey out. He looks around but finds no poultry inside, “Where’s the turkey?”

“I ordered it online. It’s farm fresh and organic, and the guy is giving me a discount once I told him I was a doctor who was celebrating thanksgiving after a year of death and illness.” Amber scoops a spoonful of mashed potatoes from the bowl, “2020 finally worked in our favor. Here try this tell me what you think.”

Andrew inhales apprehensive but takes the spoon in his mouth and tastes the potatoes for a few moments, “Hmm a little salty and lumpy but not bad.”

“I happen to like the lumps.” Amber counters going to her gravy packets, “Italians are so picky.”

“Is the turkey coming soon? Because I have a process, and I am meticulous on timing.”

“Like I said picky.” Amber teases before taking her apron off, “They said it would arrive before 9 don’t worry. In the meantime, you can make whatever has stuffing in it because I have exceeded my cooking skills for the day and I don’t want to risk burning the house down.”

Amber playfully ties the apron around her husband’s waist and smiles, “Have fun, I’ll be watching the parade.” Amber walks away leaving Andrew in the kitchen nodding as he feels this is the true roles the couple are meant to play.

Amber is about to turn on the TV when a knock is heard from the front door, “Aha see I told you! It’s turkey time baby!”

She runs to the door and opens it to find Carina DeLuca and her wife Maya Bishop on the other side with smiles while the blonde firefighter holds a clear Tupperware with white fruity substance inside.

Amber frowns at them and calls out to Andrew, “Never mind it’s just Maya and Carina! Come on in guys.”

The couple enter the house with Maya speaking first, “Nice to see you too Amber. I brought Ambrosia salad, but I guess I should have brought something better.”

“It’s not you, we were just waiting for the turkey.” Andrew says from his spot in the kitchen starting the gravy process, “Happy Thanksgiving.”

Carina chuckles, “Happy Thanksgiving, I see you already started. Those potatoes look good.”

“Thanks Amber made them.”

Carina looks bewildered by this and seeks to clarify, “Amber made those?”

“Yes.”

“Your wife?”

“Yes.”

“…Amber Karev?”

“Who is right here.” Amber coldly informs her from the living room where she is joined by Maya, “Why is it so hard for you all to imagine that I can make palatable meal with my own two hands? Do you all think I survived by feeding tube my entire life?”

“Babe to be fair before today the only meals you made are from boxes with clear instructions on the back.” Andrew says soothingly, “But I am proud that you have evolved and made these heavenly mashed potatoes for all of us and I am not just saying that because your my wife.”

Carina tries the potatoes with a spoon and explores it in her mouth, “It’s a little bit lumpy.”

“I like the lumps!” Amber exclaims making Maya jump, “Sorry holiday stress I’ve been without it for a whole year so it’s like a rush.”

Maya puts her hands on Amber’s shoulders seating both of them on the couch, “Okay how about we watch the parade and let the stress die down while we watch the cartoon balloons.”

“Good idea.” Amber turns the tv on and watches the parade with Maya for a few moments before the doorbell rings, “Oh! Now it’s turkey time!”

Amber excitedly walks to the door ready to find a frozen turkey outside. She opens the door, and an unseemly sight stops her as she frowns at what she finds instead. A barbed cage with a small live turkey inside looking around nervously.

“Is that the turkey?” Andrew asks from the kitchen.

Amber rubs her temples feeling a migraine coming, “Sort of.” The turkey gobbles from his cage causing Andrew, Carina and Maya to head to the front door where they see what caused the noise causing them to be shocked and amused.

Andrew clears his throat to keep from laughing at this, “Well it’s definitely fresh.”

“You’re not funny.” Amber numbly responds before leaving the three of them to stare at the turkey.

Maya chuckles and smiles at this, “Wow and I thought Montgomery handled turkeys badly.”

Carina chuckles too, “At least this one isn’t burning inside a locked oven bambina.”

“Maybe we can keep it as a pet.” Andrew half suggests, “I don’t know how Jazz is gonna feel about a roommate though.”

Amber appears in the doorway once again this time wielding a cleaver with a serious look on her face, “Okay one of you hold him down while I chop his head off.”

The three of them gape at Amber in horrified shock that she would suggest openly killing an animal. Although they all love turkey, it’s one thing to eat it from a market and another to eat it after assisting in its brutal demise. Amber sees no problem with this and is confused by the looks on their faces.

“What?”

“Are you out of your mind?” Andrew asks in shock, “We are not killing this giant bird in front of the entire neighborhood they’ll think we’re psychopaths.”

“Oh god.” Amber rolls her eyes at his concerns, “We’ll just bring him inside and do it in the restroom.”

“And that’s better how?” Carina asks her sister-in-law.

“Oh, come on guys, how do you think the turkey ends up in the frozen aisle of the supermarket?” Amber argues, “If we hurry, we can skin him and cook him by tonight. Now are you one of you gonna hold his feet? Because those talons look sharp.”

“I am not okay with this.”

“Me neither.” Andrew says, joining his sister in her protest.

Maya on the other hand looks conflicted in joining them as her hunger for turkey calls out to her as she looks at the turkey with longing pain. Carina sees the conflict in her face shocking her that her wife is actually considering helping Amber.

“Maya?” Carina asks her who looks at her with slight shame.

“…I mean if we do it over a tub-”

“Maya Kathleen Bishop!” Carina scolds Maya who groans and explains.

“We need a turkey, and all the stores are closed today so if either of you sudden vegetarians have another idea, I am all ears.”

Amber and Maya look at their spouses waiting for a response as they wrack their brains trying to find a solution that gives them a full thanksgiving feast without murdering the bird right in front of them that gobbles.

Next Part Here

[zsakuva]

Saku! I loved your latest video ahhh!

My question is, do you have a gender in mind when you envision certain listeners? I mean absolutely no disrespect and I know all your videos are tagged M4A (expect for bby niall ofc~), I am just genuinely curious. When I think of Luca and Asirel’s listener, they’re both male in my head? But when I think of Andrew or Isaac’s listener, they’re females. Again, I know your videos are meant for everyone, and I respect, just wanted to know if I’m the only one:)

In the beginning, I used to envision certain genders for different characters. For Andrew and Isaac, I imagined a female Listener, and for Luca and Asirel, a male Listener. But all of the Listeners are now seen as gender-neutral in my eyes, with the exception of Luca's who will always be perceived as male.

[pickypickypeak]

Genuinely no hate; the harry potter fandom is actually funny to me because I haven’t read the books in a decade but like. Who the fuck is mattheo riddle lmao. Why are there a gazillion smut fics about him with the caption minors dni. Why are there gifs of him trying to gaslight me he’s always been in the movies and where are people taking them from. Do the people engaging in it even know what harry potter is about and that he’s not in the movies or do they just vibe with it. Like. Enzo berkshire. Who are these people and seriously who named them like this. What’s next salvatore granger. Mario weasley. Hogwarts pizzeria. Sometimes a post will pop up saying things like “salvatore granger would be the kind of boyfriend who gets jealous when you wave at other people and beats you so you learn the lesson🥰🤪”. Okay? Again no problem with that have your fun I’m just curious in how the harry potter fandom became the fandom of fancast made up characters with such… interesting narratives? “Aww look at remus lupin he’s so cute I need him so bad😩” except it’s literally a 10 y/o gif of andrew garfield as peter parker? Just. Fascinating. The most fandom to ever

[andydrysdalerogers]

Troublemaker ~ Chapter Seven ~ On The Road

He is one of the best goaltenders in the league. He's also hated by his teammates. He didn't mean to be a troublemaker but why not lean into it? There wasn't anyone to stop him.

Until he met her...

A Jeremy Swayman AU x OFC Stella Williams

Story Warnings: excessive drinking, SMUT!, an asshole Jeremy, angst

A/N: Hello and welcome to a spin-off "Cross-Checked" so plenty of characters from that story are crossing over here! If you want a more detailed story of how we ended up here, read the first store HERE Also! The taglist is open. If you want to be added or removed, please let me know!

Previous: Becoming Uncle Jeremy

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Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Four days after little Avery made her dramatic entrance into the world, I dressed and ready to get back to work. Andy was back for the first day as well, having stayed with Leia at the hospital for a few days and they had just gotten home.  

“Do you have pictures of my niece Barber?” I yelled out in the locker room as we got ready.  

“Your niece?!” Luke replies with indignation.  “She’s MY niece, Swayman.”  

“Pretty sure I was there to help birth her, that gives me rights,” I yell back. 

“Do not make me kick your ass, Sway. I have no problem putting you on your ass!” 

“You’re just jealous that Avery smiled at me, and she just farted in your hand!” This one got the guys to laugh hard.  

“Oh, fuck you! That was the sign that she’s comfortable with me and loves me more.”  

“Pretty sure that was a sign that she thought you were shit.”  

“That’s it!” He started to chase me around while the guys took bets if he could catch me. Coach came in and blew his whistle.  

“I swear sometimes I coach a peewee league.” He shook his head. “Sway, Barber, it's great to have you both back. Sway, I want you to take it easy today, so we do your wellness assessment. Barber, I need to review something before practice.  I also want to see baby pictures.  The rest of you, get to your weightlifting or whatever it is you need to do before on ice practice.”   

I punched Luke in the arm. “We could share her.”  

“Leia already said I had to,” he grumbled. “I hate you.”  

“Love you too, Andrews.”  I laughed as I headed to the conditioning room.  That’s where I saw my favorite ass in the whole world.   I stood in the doorway for a second, admiring the way she lifted the boxes into place, her workout pants molding to the curves of her delectable ass. “Fuck me,” I mumbled. 

Stella whipped around and smiled. “Pervert.” 

“Only for you.” I walked in and went for a kiss, but she dodged me, looking around. “What?” 

“Jeremy, we are at work.” Stella pushed me away. Her rejection stung in my chest, and I didn’t like it. I guess my face gave me away. “Baby, we promised not here.” Her eyes were sympathetic. But she was right, we promised to keep it away from work. Her kiss when I was injured was a one off. It was fear induced because we had no idea what was happening or how hurt I was.  

But I liked it.  

I liked her concern for me. I like that she worried for me.  when she crawled into my bed to make sure I was ok, my heart just about exploded. I could fall for this girl and not even notice.  

Except I did just notice.  

I think I’m falling in love with Stella Williams.  

“Jeremy?” My head snaps up to see Stella giving me a curious look.  “You with me?” 

“Sorry Stel. Just went blank for a moment.” I smiled, hoping my feelings didn’t shine through. She’s not on the same level as me, this much I know.  

But I would damn well try to get her there.  

Later that evening, I was pulling up game tape for our upcoming game when there was a knock on the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone tonight.  But who I saw through the peephole made me smile. I opened the door. “You lost?” 

Stella smirked, holding up a couple of grocery bags. “I felt bad for shutting you down at work today.”  

I shrug. “You were right, I should have remembered that.”  

“No,” she sighed, “I was rude.”  

I smirk. “Kinda but it’s ok. Whatcha got there?” I tilt my head towards the bags.  

“I wanted to cook for you.” She smiles shyly. “I know its supposed to be light so I brought some salmon and veggies with a homemade marinade and some dessert.”  

“Really?” I take the bag from her and let her in. I take the bags to the kitchen and start to look for the dessert.  

“What are you doing?”  She bats my hands away. “No dessert until you eat all of your veggies,” she says with a hell of a sexy smirk. God, I want to kiss that smirk away. And I do, since we’re in my place instead of at work. I take her face in my hands and kiss the fuck out of her.  She gasps at the intensity, allowing me to taste her. I deepen it, relishing in her warms against me. I slow and give us a chance to breathe. I press my forehead to hers. We take a minute before she says, “gonna let me cook?” 

“Sure.” I pull away from her and start towards the living room. “Just know, I’m having you for dessert.”  

An hour later and I’m groaning with delight. “God damn woman, you are one hell of a cook.” I wanted to literally lick the plate clean. She made salmon with some sort of magic glaze that made me drool as I smelled it cooking. Broccoli, squash and carrots rounded out the veggies and I ate every single one.  

“Thanks, babe.” She went to pick up the plates, but I stop her.  “You cook, I clean.” I take her plate and head to the sink. I put them in sink before I take the bottle of wine and pour Stella a refill.  I had a water, but I want her to enjoy herself.  She sits at the counter as I rinse everything before getting it into the dish washer.  

“You don’t drink anymore?” 

“I do, just try not to indulge if I don’t have to.” I finish up and turn to her with a smile. “Dessert?” 

“What happened to no indulging?” She giggled at me, and I went to step in between her legs.  

“Pretty sure what I want doesn’t have many calories.  In fact, I know that it actually burns calories.” I start to kiss her neck and she lets out a sigh as she tilts her head to give me access. “God, your skin is so soft and warm. Taste like honey and sunshine.”  

“Oh, god, Jer,” she moans as I kiss lower on her chest. “So good.”  

“Yeah, baby, you like it?” I move to pull her shirt over her head. She’s in a red lace bra and I almost lose it right there. “Fuck, wear this for me?” I move behind her.  

“Ye—yes,” she stutters. Could be because I had reached and squeezed one of her breasts that are spilling out of the cup. I pulled a strap down off her shoulder and started to kiss her skin. Her hair is up in a knot, and I pulled the elastic so her hair tumbles down. She looks wrecked already and perfect.  “Jeremy,” she moans 

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” I suck on her skin gently, not to leave a mark. “C’mon baby, use your words.” I let my hands glide underneath her tits, massaging gently. “Tell me, beautiful. Tell me how I can make you feel good.”  

“Jeremy, touch me, please.” Her head was tossed onto my shoulder as I pulled the straps down and unclasping her bra. As soon as the fabric was away from her skin, my palms cupped her perfect breasts. I rolled her nipples in between my fingers as my lips continued their assault on her neck. I wrapped one arm around her check as my other hand drifted down to the waist band of the tight as fuck yoga pants.  

“You want my touch here?” I tweaked a nipple, and she arched her back. “Or maybe here,” I skimmed over her warmth. That got me groan and she pressed her ass into my hips. It was my turn to groan as the sensation of her rubbing that delectable ass over my rock-hard cock. “Fuck, Stel, you could make me come just rubbing this ass on my cock. It fits so nicely between these cheeks.” I ghost a hand over her ass before giving it a quick spank.  

“Baby, fuck.” Stella whines at the smack and I grin. “You like that, don’t you baby.”  

“Yes,” she breathes. I work both hands down her torso and grip her pants and drag them down. I get them off of her feet and she is standing with her back to me, naked and wanting. I yank off my shirt. I want to feel her skin on mine.  I want to feel the heat flash through, warming me down to my soul.  

Because, and I’m not sure when, but Stella Williams owns me, body and soul.  

I’m just realizing that I am in love with Stella.  

Now, I don’t want to fuck my girl. I want to make love to her. To take her to the brink with sweet kisses and easy touches. To transcend to another plane where it's just her and I, just us, just the pure love I have for her. She became everything to me, and I don’t want to let go.  

I spin her to me and pick her up, wrapping her legs around me. I walk her to my bed and lay her down gently. I hold myself over her, fighting the urge to say the words that I just discovered are in me. Instead, I say, “I want to worship you.”  

I can feel the shiver that goes through her body. “Jeremy,” she sighs, “ baby, make me feel good.”  

I descend to kiss those pouty lips. Her perfect lips.  

I took her apart piece by piece and worshiped every inch of skin I could find. It took hours but it was worth it. She slept in my arms, perfectly sated, fitting right into me.  This is my happy place now, wherever she is.  

I’m going to do my best to make sure she becomes mine forever.  

The next six weeks were an intense merry-go-round of games, practice, media and travel.  And of course, Stella.  She is the only calm in the storm going on around me.  

We see each other as often as we can, be it at home or on the road. I’m lucky she gets her own room, being that she is one of the few females that travel with us. She’s also on a whole other floor so we don’t have to be quiet.  

But it's getting hard to keep us on the low. I want to scream from the rooftops that she is mine and I am hers. I want the world to know how obsessed I am with this girl. But she’s not there yet and I respect that. 

We are a week before the playoffs starts and we are in New York for the night.  We had beaten the Rangers in a shutout (you’re welcome) and secured our playoff spot so the boys and I are out celebrating.  Stella couldn’t come on this road trip due to an injury Smith received that sent her home.  That was a bummer because I would have rather celebrated with her.  

We walked into a bar down the street from the hotel to the cheers of some fans that had followed us on the road trip. Andy and Luke said they would get the first round and I told Andy to just get me a Coke.  I was truthful to Stella that I really wasn’t drinking anymore.  Alcohol just made things worse, and I wanted to make sure that I was the best man and teammate.  An hour in, Stevens came over with a couple of shots.  “Sway! Take this with me!” 

I shook my head. “Nah, man, I’m good.”  

“One will not kill you, bro.” He set it down in front of me. “We need to celebrate your shutout.  You’re the reason we are headed to the playoffs.”  

I turned to Andy and Linus. “It’s ok, Jer, I’ve got your back,” Linus said. I nodded and took the shot.  

“Hey, to Jeremy Swayman. One half of the greatest goal tending duos that the Bruins have ever seen!” Stevens toasted and the bar cheered.  I down the shot with a grimace but laughed. I thought that would be it and we could move on.  

Boy, I was wrong.  

Three more shots later and I was truly tipsy. “Guys, I think I’m in love,” I slurred.  

“Oh yeah,” Andy smirked, “with who?” 

“Can’t tell you. She’ll kill me. But I love her. She’s my perfect half to make me whole.” I smiled and tried to reach for another drink but Luke pulled it away.  “Hey!” 

“Nope, you’re done, Sway.”  

“Boo! No fun!” Just then someone tripped into me.  I caught the body before it hit the table. It was a pixie of a blonde. She had on a blue dress that left nothing to the imagination and sky-high heels. She was beautiful, no doubt, but she wasn’t my Stella. I steadied the girl on her feet. “You ok?” 

“I’m good.” She smiled up at me. “You’re Jeremy Swayman, right? I nodded.  Britney.” She offered me her hand.  

“Nice to meet you.” I moved to turn to the table, but she stopped me. “Yeah?” 

“Was wondering if you wanted to dance... or something?” She gave me a flirty smile.  

Old Jeremy would have been all over this. But even in my inebriated state, my heart only beat for one woman. “Thanks, but no thanks. I have a girlfriend.”  

“She doesn’t need to know,” Britney said as she caressed my arm. Don’t know how but that sobered me right the fuck up.  I pushed her hand off of me.  

“And I said no. Please leave.” I guess my face said it all because she scoffed, rolled her eyes and walked away.  I turned back to my teammates.  

Andy smiled. “I don’t know who this girl is, but she is lucky to have a guy who knows what he’s got.” 

I smiled. “I’m pretty sure I’m the lucky one.” I took one more shot before he slapped my back and walked out of the bar. I got to my room and texted Stella.  

Jeremy: miss you, Stel. Want to be in your bed.   Stella: I miss you too. XO 

Unknown POV 

It is the opportunity of a lifetime. I wanted him. I wanted Jeremy Swayman. But that bitch Stella sunk her claws into him. I needed a way to break them up. No one knows that they are together. But I saw them and all I saw was red.  Why did that slut have all the good guys? First her ex, who, while ok in bed, was the absolute worst in the daylight. 

Now she had Jeremy.  

Well, not for much longer.   

I snapped the photo and sent it to the Boston Globe.  

Let’s see if she stays with his “cheating” ass.  

He’ll need comfort after.  

And I’ll be ready.  

NEXT

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[jacksepticeye-simp]

My current muses for this blog:

^ Mostly demonic form

Name: Andrew (Egoverse OC)

Title: Prince apparent/Heir Apparent

Age: 16

Species: Half Human/Half Demon

Small description: Andrew is a bit curious and mischievous. His powers are currently mostly undiscovered, at the moment he's really only capable of teleporting places and some minor shapeshifting (ie, between the human world and the demon world), but with some help he'd be able to discover them much quicker. He's the adopted son and heir of Prince Frith/Anti.

Fun fact(s): Andrew carries smaller weapons to defend himself due to lacking claws (though he does have fangs), and as you can clearly tell his favourite colour is purple :D Oh and see that little armlet in his second form? That's what lets him change forms! The little choker is inspired by Friths neck wound.

Name: Allison/Alice Brody (Egoverse OC)

Age: 18

Species: Human

Small description: Allison comes from a timeline where her and her brother weren't brutally murdered by Antisepticeye. Her parents are still divorced, but they're civil enough. Allison lives with her father, who became a successful youtuber in this timeline! Unfortunately, her problems have only just begun.

Fun fact(s): She's prince apparent Andrews best friend turned worst enemy. Due to the demonic encounters from her early childhood, her and her brother have unfortunately become magnets for anything supernatural.

(Human form ^)

Name: Andrew Damon Swan (original character)

Age: 17

Species: Angel/Demon hybrid

Occupation: King of demons and other fire elementals

Small description: Hated Child becomes a hybrid prince, except he's a bit evil. The whole magic thing is a secret to most of the other nations.

Fun fact(s): His natural hair colour is white with accents of blue to them :) his non monarch form is my pfp lol

[hiraethhq]

Welcome to HIRAETH, Vince & Ophelia! Make sure to follow the checklist and send the link to your blog to the main within 24 hours.

name: vincent hyde

age: 38

gender & pronouns: he/him

sexual orientation: straight(?) pan? bi? Hasn’t had time to figure it out.

status: resident

class: virtue

hierarchy: queen

additional: went from vice to virtue

occupation: chemist / inventor

housing: st. catherine’s abode

face claim: andrew garfield

good: brilliant, curious, witty

bad: hypocritical, impulsive, emotional

ugly: [redacted]

background: 

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Orphaned at one and a half when his scientist parents (Rejected) died in a factory fire, Vincent Hyde was raised in Vice by his uncle, whom he knows as his Father.

Showed exceptional intelligence from a young age; studied, trained, and treated as an asset.

Met Amelia (Virtue) at age 6—his first friend and rival. Their competitive friendship sparks creativity and ambition.

By 9, he created "Glow Ink" for a science fair—later used for coded messages and forgery. He wins first prize, and his father rewards him, reinforcing his love for invention.

At 10, Amelia beats him in a science fair. Vince is more than happy for her… But then he disappears for a week, returning with dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. His Father wasn’t exactly as happy then.

In high school by 11, eating lunch in a science teacher’s classroom. Begins innovating independently.

At 12, he develops an experimental painkiller tonic with Amelia. It’s in the very early stages and works a little too well. They giggle over their temporarily numbed limbs.

At 13, they co-create Phantom Filter, an air purification mask inspired by Amelia’s firefighter mother. In their excitement, a small kiss follows their success.

By 15, he’s in college, challenged for the first time. Begins work on Nano-Healing Patch, but early models have major flaws.

At 16, he continues his work but is distracted by his Father. He’s unable to live in the dorms due to his age and his Father still insists upon seeing his work every night. He’s told that it’s for his safety but Vince begins to question that… Especially as his Father Begins to discourage him from continuing the patch, saying it’s a waste of his precious time. 

At 17, Amelia helps fix the patch, urging him to give it to the Doctors in Vice. While difficult to replicate without constant Virtue tech, the Hearts finally have something small over Virtue.

By 18, He graduates college and becomes an assistant to the Dean of Science who doesn’t seem to mind where he’s from. It’s nice. He and Amelia start developing White Rabbit, a tonic for trauma, anxiety, and depression, in secret.

They would have to work in a Vice lab in order to easily get their hands on tonic, but Amelia easily brought the equipment from Virtue. A combination of what both sides did best. They just had to avoid exposure.

He finally learns about his father’s connections to illegal tonic trades and how dangerous his people are. To distract and stay under the radar, Vince also picks up his work on painkiller tonic, providing his father with updates so he’ll stay away from their experiment… And their relationship.

At 21, they unofficially marry—Amelia chooses Virtue, Vince stays in Vice to keep up appearances. It allows them to fully continue their project… But Vincent knows it’s only a placeholder until he switches sides again for her later.

Then at 22, A breakthrough in the tonic. It’s no longer deadly by any measure and doesn’t cause numbness anymore. The downside is that now, it has other unintended side effects and it’s still dangerous when used over and over again… Back to the drawing board.

During this time, both Vincent and Amelia have become notable figures in their separate spaces as well. Their inventions, in between their combined project, begin to shape a better world for everyone. If only everyone could know they did it all together.

At 24, his father discovers White Rabbit and forces Vince to produce it under threat to Amelia. The tonic is dangerously addictive, but his father sees only profit. A way to keep creating more and more later. All Vincent can see is the number of people that will be injured if it gets out this early… It was the exact opposite of what they ever intended.

Amelia urges him to expose the truth, destroy their research, and flee to Virtue or the outside world together. They set fire to everything—then she was shot before they escaped.

They thought it would break him, scare him into submission… It did break him—but not in the way they expected. He snapped.

Vince played along, pretending to submit, producing White Rabbit for them in excess.

At 27, finally trusted, he immediately sets fire to his own lab, destroying all research except evidence of the truth, which he takes with him. 

His father tried to stop him, told him that he was loved and they could do so much more together than a drug. It was just the beginning now. Vince almost went back… But he knew deep down that his Father wasn’t looking out for him. Maybe he never was.

He flees to Virtue, seeking refuge with Dorothy and then the Kings like Amelia had told him to.

The Kings see him as a prodigy who defected from Vice. But only Dorothy knows the full truth of the situation… However, the truth keeps Vincent safe— so she keeps it to herself for now.

To secure his place like everyone else, he undergoes the Virtue Trials. He’s not sure he’ll ever completely recover from everything he saw… What he was forced to face. But he succeeded.

He was now a Virtue Queen. Just like his wife had been. From then on, no one in Virtue saw a criminal. They saw a success story.

To Virtue, he was the prodigy who walked away from sin and chaos. A brilliant scientist who “saw the light” and chose excellence over corruption. They didn’t know. They couldn’t know. 

He spent years in isolation, grieving, secretly using his own tonic to dull the guilt and grief. He claimed to be testing it on himself for a solution— but that was just a poor excuse.

Meanwhile, White Rabbit floods Vice, more dangerous than ever. It wasn’t as pure as it used to be, not without him. In fact, in many ways, the formula was tweaked to turn up “fun” and turn down the safety.

At 32, he was called to the university where a photo of Amelia winning the science fair sits in a case, her smile beaming and bright— it rekindles his purpose. This wasn’t what she would want. What he did already wasn’t enough respect for her memory or worth of redemption… 

He shifts to studying addiction and the Slightlies, finding his research could potentially help them too. 

Now 38, he is a leading Virtue scientist, working to rehabilitate Slightlies and those harmed by his tonic. He tells himself this is redemption, but deep down, he knows it’s desperation.

Sometimes, he still needs to talk to his wife from time to time… It helps him solve problems faster… He swears.

His father still haunts him in Vice. If the past comes calling, he’s not sure he can escape again.

name: ophelia woodhouse

age: 27

gender & pronouns: she/her

sexual orientation: bisexual (questioning)

status: visitor

class: virtue

hierarchy: pawn

additional: slightly

occupation: florist at apples of eden

housing: Joan of Arc’s Refuge

face claim: havana rose liu

good: supportive, artistic, inquisitive 

bad: quiet, spacey, fragile

ugly: [redacted]

background: 

The youngest of a large family, Ophelia struggled to stand out. So, eventually, she stopped trying. She found solace in quiet places—her camera, her notebooks, the soft rustle of creatures in the park.

She loved watching birds, pressing flowers between the pages of her journal, and writing beautiful words about the world around her. The outside was beautiful. Safe.

When she was ten, a man began meeting her in the park. He taught her how to properly birdwatch, how to listen for the different calls. He was kind, charismatic—he gave her attention.

He told her she was special, different from her siblings, and she believed him. She told him everything. She had so much unreleased energy. She loved to talk.

One day, he gifted her a small gold cross necklace. A token, he said, to remind her she was protected.

Their meetings were a secret. Just for them. He said she shouldn’t have to share everything with her family. These meetings were hers and hers alone. 

Then, one day, he forgot his journal at home. He asked if she would walk with him to retrieve it.

She never made it home that day.

She spent six years in his shed, held captive, subjected to horrors she couldn’t speak about.

It wasn’t just him. There were others—a cult, a following. They spoke in strange tongues, performed rituals she didn’t understand.

He told her never to take off her cross. It was the only thing still keeping her safe.

Other girls came and went. Some stayed longer than others.

They were kind. Beautiful. Scared. She would braid their hair to calm them, whispering soft reassurances.

She never knew why they left. She hoped they made it home. She hoped they felt loved while they were with her.

When she was good, calm, and quiet, she was given books and notebooks. They became her escape. Romance, fairytales—her favorite princess was Rapunzel.

Then, one day, unceremoniously, it ended. The police found her.

She was a ghost of herself. Selectively mute. Trembling. Afraid to leave the shed that had become her world.

Her face was everywhere—newspapers, milk cartons, TV screens. She didn’t even know how to be a person anymore, and yet, everyone seemed to be expecting some heroic story of survival.

She took to spending time in the garden. The open sky helped when the walls started to close in.

Her journal became her second sanctuary—a place to trap the dark thoughts that threatened to consume her.

Then came the trial. The flashing cameras. The weight of a thousand eyes pressing down on her. Her hands trembled again. Panic set in.

She ran to the restroom to breathe—

And instead, she found herself somewhere else entirely.

The air was different. Pure. The world around her was sharp, vibrant. People passed by without recognition. No cameras. No reporters.

She was just another girl here. The more she learned, the more she wanted to stay—to heal.

However, staying meant she would be housed with someone. A sponsor. She was still underage… Just barely, but she was.

Few were willing to take on such a fragile case. Only one man agreed.

She was terrified of him. Weeks passed before she could be in the same room without flinching. Even longer before she could speak.

But he was patient. Gentle. He took her to public places, let her set the pace. Slowly, she started to trust him.

Sometimes, he’d make a face or wink at her, and she would stare, fascinated. She didn’t understand him yet, but she wanted to.

On her 18th birthday, he threw her a small party—just them, with dancing, movies, and cake. She had never had a whole party before. It was perfect.

When the academy asked her privately if she wanted to move into the dorms, she surprised herself by saying no.

That afternoon, he welcomed her home with a teddy bear and a little garden out back for her flowers. 

At that moment, he became a father to her.

With tutoring and therapy, she began to heal. Words returned, slow but steady. It was everything she had ever wanted from the outside world.

At 21, she made her choice: Virtue. Her adopted Father needed her as much as she needed him.

Slowly but surely, she earned her degree, found a job as a florist at Apples of Eden, and even took more classes to expand her skills.

But then something happened.

She was walking home when a loud noise shattered the air. The next thing she knew, she was in a hospital bed.

“She’s slightly,” they said. “Something will always be a little off. We can’t tell what yet.”

She felt spacey. Daydreamed too much. Forgot things that should've been second nature.

Headaches pounded behind her eyes constantly.

Some memories felt wrong—like they didn’t belong to her.

To this day, she still doesn’t know what happened.

Either way, she had to postpone her studies. She couldn’t keep up anymore.

But she was still loved. Especially as a florist. The people at Apples of Eden kept her job for her… It was kind, even if some of them stared at her. 

Her adopted father became more protective than ever, pouring credits into medicine (Clear Skies). She tried to help, but he almost never let her.

At 25, she decided it was time to move out. She learned how to ration her medicine, how to take care of herself again. She even got a roommate—someone to check in on her.

Now, she’s starting to head back to class again… Or trying to, at the very least. It’s a challenge but she wanted to try. Someone there was willing to help her.

Normal life—friendships, relationships—are difficult. They always were, but especially now.

However, when she loves, she loves deeply. Fully.

She shows affection in small ways: handwritten poetry, soft touches, photographs, tiny thoughtful gifts.

Though, even after everything, one thing constantly remained… The small gold cross necklace given to her when she was 10. She wears it constantly and hates to take it off.

Old habits die hard.

[fishandships]

May I ask how your F/Os interact with eachother? Cause im guessing they’re all into eachother as well— It’s not like a council where they all get together on weekends and decide who gets to be with Rosario for what day and what activity they do, which would be silly but doesn’t seem right.

So! That means all your F/Os are into one another, so I guess I’m just curious because your F/Os (to me) seem like wildly different people—

alksjdfasdf that's such a funny concept tho (Rosario would feel SO bad)

i DO definitely ship all my FOs with each other, just not all at the same time it's not a 5-way polycule (though i do think it's funny that with Norton and Luchino as Survivors and Bane as the Hunter, the whole squad could be one Manor Game) and the one exception is that i don't ship Bane with Andrew or Norton, simply because i don't think their personalities would work out. but i basically have different combinations in each AU. but because you asked, a little summary of my thoughts on my canon/canon ships:

🦎🦌 - i think Luchino and Bane would bond pretty quickly over their love of animals. both of them are very gentle at heart, and i truly think that deep down Bane wants to go back to being that gentle, loving person. i love the idea of Luchino being able to connect with Bane by essentially speaking his language, approaching Bane like he would a particularly dangerous animal in the context that Luchino would see that: with respect and admiration and interest.

🦎🧲 - my canon/canon OTP ;w; i think they have a playful dynamic together, and slightly competitive (in a fun way). there's no judgement between them, so Norton feels safe enough to let down his walls and Luchino appreciates being accepted as he is. they both have very obsessive personalities and admire each others' dogged determination.

🦎⏳ - am i the only person on the planet who ships these two?? aslkdfjasdf i think they would have fascinating conversations on religion, so while i think it would take Andrew a long time to warm up to Luchino, they can relate to each other in context of being viewed as "monsters", and would have an inherent compassion towards each other. they're also both very sweet, and i can definitely see Luchino falling for Andrew's romantic side and Andrew jumping at the first sign of affection/positive attention.

🧲⏳ - a very very similar dynamic to 🧲🕊️ tbh. they provide each other emotional support where they need it most - Norton bringing the confidence, and Andrew bringing the gentleness.

[straycalamities]

Your post made me curious about Julien.... Would love to hear about him and Andrews relationship

hmm...the conundrum with that is i would like to show it one day so how much to tell...

the thing abt this is julian has ALWAYS been written in andrews life. one of the constants of his story no matter how much he changes. (he used to be named Matty) but ive uh...been a chicken to properly show it because uh its HEAVY.

so hm...i've gone over andrew's family life before so it's not meh to go over it again i think...

that's also mostly stayed the same.

readmore bc...ya boys gonna get long-winded

so andrew has a very strict mother with very high expectations of her children, but especially him. his father is more lax and easy-going, pretty carefree tbh, but bc of this its to a fault where he also just..doesnt want to confront his wife. so things kinda..go out of control in the household as far as...his mom's weird like..competition thing between andrew and his sister

so andrew has a twin sister Alana (anyone remember Jackie? yea) and she's pretty naturally good at whatever she puts her mind to. not that she doesnt bust her ass, but things just? come to her. it's just how it is. and she's very much a daddy's girl which pushes andrew into the role of momma's boy. so then it becomes andrew's dad and alana vs andrew's mom and andrew. except. it's pretty much only andrew's mom pushing this narrative, but she's a very convincing person and is the kinda person to naturally command a room

alana is also a naturally curious person so she likes to pick up hobbies and things and practice them until she's over it or good at it or both. and thus..andrew gets pushed into these things too, to not be outdone

the thing about andrew, though, is that he's got a more particular way that he needs to engage with things to actually pick things up and learn them. first of all, he's a very kinetic learner so just reading or hearing a lecture about it doesn't do anything for him. and unfortunately he doesn't have anyone in his life early on (teachers nor family) who understand this about him. they just think there's something wrong with him or off about him or that he's lazy/doesn't care.

but andrew cares. oh he cares. way too much. and he works. so hard. to try to match with the expectations weighing on him, but it just! doesn't happen! no matter how hard he tries! he can't absorb what he's reading! he can't process what he's hearing! when he DOES get the chance to just get his hands on things and figure things out, he shines

and alana tries to help because despite it all, she cares a lot about him. she tries to show him things or tell him what helped her, but it's just..different. the things that work for her, dont't work for him. and she also can't be with him a lot because she has a lot going on. she has big aspirations and she has lots of friends (more things he struggles with) how did they end up so different u_u

so andrew's daily life is very very stressful. he feels like he's always under watch, under scrutiny, every little thing is being judged, weighed, and measured. and that just makes everything much harder for him. he eventually learns over-time to perform great under pressure but that's because the pressure in his adult-life is nothing like the pressure of his childhood lmao

(and if this is a universe where he's got the necromancy thing goin on, there's THAT whole can of worms too. bc of how looked down on and oo scary necromancy is)

so its like..andrew does have his aspirations, his dreams. he wants to be an astronaut! :) and he maintains some semblance of that goal his whole life. he just likes space! he thinks its neat and would rather just spend all day learning about space than anything he's supposed to be learning. not that it's easier, but he's more motivated lmao

he's a C or low B student (idk how to translate american schooling marks into anything else sorry..american moment) and so he's not doing...too bad, but definitely not enough to his teachers or his parents. and he's "inconsistent" bc go figure sometimes lessons are more to his learning capabilities and he excels so oh no now ppl have Proof He Can Do It why cant he do it All The Time. fantastic.

being so focused on making everyone proud or proving everyone wrong in other cases (yes andrew does operate on a level of spite) has andrew finding little time for himself. especially bc his moms the type to not like uhh idle activities. everythings gotta have a Point of Growth. literally the only reprieve is that his mom works away from home a lot, but she'll definitely call or video-call often to make up for that fact. and andrew's The One she has her eye on. he's Her responsibility to better

(the thing about his mom is god she's a strict hard-ass but she does love him uh...so i'm not trying to make it all Ooo Evil Heartless Mother Time. nah she cares but boy is she awful at showing it. and that's not an excuse but..yaknow. it is how it is. her whole thing abt being such a tyrant is that she's worried about him and wants him to do better and Be better and so she's gonna force it down his throat til it takes ...rip)

ofc his family all has their bonding pleasant moments its not all hell all the time and like i said his dad and sister are more uh..better at showing they care but still not..amazing. the whole household like i said before in another post is more reserved than like..ji-hoon's for example who freely give hugs and stuff

anyways so alll of this uh..stuff is to explain: Andrew Doesn't Have Friends LMAO his entire elementary school experience is spent not having time for friends and eventually just not knowing how to Make them bc he had no practice or experience doing so. and the other kids don't think much about him because he doesn't make time for them? they've got other ppl to hang out with. and when a kid does make an attempt he fucks it up somehow or his mom scares them off with the Restrictions for how andrew is allowed to interact with other kids (if andrew wouldnt tell them tho they wouldnt have to know..smh)

by the time he's transitioning to middle school is when he meets julian. julian ALSO does not have friends (gee wonder why (youll see why)) and julian sees andrew not having friends either and thinks well! time to have this loner be MY friend. and julian is a pretty charismatic person when he wants to be. he knows how to small talk and keep conversations going and all that. i say this like a tween julian already has evil intentions but tbh..nah it DOES honestly start off innocent enough. julian has a lot going on at home too and wants someone to be his friend. simple as that. andrew doesnt already have a group, so..easy choice there. should be

the stuff that usually scares ppl away doesnt work on julian because he's a very anti-rules disobedient sort at this point already anyways. he just sees it as a challenge really so even if andrew makes things awkward by parroting his moms rules on how he can interact with other kids based on her paranoias about the typical Child and what they could teach Her Precious Baby it doesnt phase him. he gonna do it anyway

they do have interests in common, turns out! they like some of the same music. some of the same shows/movies. and things like that. the rest of it Becomes shared interests bc julians the type to go "hey i like this. now you will too" and for the most part? their shared tastes go a long way and andrew DOES end up liking most things julian introduces him to

at first julian does kinda..have no choice but to follow the Hard Rules that andrews got for hanging out so..they pretty much only see each other at school, they start picking up writing letters for each other to read only when they get home so they can write a reply and they get kinda lengthy as more topics get added lol

but eventually julian starts convincing andrew to like..shake things up a bit. asks where he lives. turns up at his window. just to chaaat ofc. theyre not gonna get in trouble psh.. its just talking. then it becomes andrew calling julian at home even tho he's not allowed to be on the phone, but if he does it at night then nobody can catch him (or if his moms away bc tbh does his dad rly care..? but andrew assumes he does)

and so julian and andrew get steadily closer and closer that way and andrew is. ecstatic. his first friend! and a really close one! they're best friends! and for julians credit, he's still just thinking "yay i have a friend. someone that makes life suck less :) even if he's a dweeb who i need to teach to live life"

and okay well anything further about them needs content warnings: very unhealthy, toxic relationship talk. manipulation

so unfortunately. julian has a very uhh extreme view on his life. he likes to exaggerate everything (usually for the worst) and jus tlike in general. not just describing it, he actually feels like his life is the worst life anyone could ever have. his parents split up when he was young and now he's being raised by his grandma who is also strict but in a way where its like..shes strict on him but lives kinda like..whatever, herself. shes very do as i say not as i do but julian hangs onto the Example she's putting off and hates her guts for having the Audacity to try to make him do different when she cant even do it herself. he also has an uncle who has his fingers in a lot of very shady pots and so julian is keen to things he rly shouldnt be at a young age

so with all that, he has a tendency to kinda lash out at the world around him. thats sorta his...uh version of coping. and with so many ppl putting him at arms length mostly because of THIS part of his behavior especially, he's only got one person at his side. loyal. always there for him.

unfortunately thats andrew

and it starts small like..playful insults. nothing rly anything at first it could just be the way he shows affection. but then the insults hit parts that sting deeper and deeper. and get more and more personal. and julian starts making almost memes? of some of andrews faults, weaknesses, and insecurities as if that's just one of their Inside Jokes they have, yknow, as best pals. so andrew feels like oh well i have to like this bc its Special and its just for me. i should appreciate that he's doing this. nobody else has this. and he's not being Mean he's just being playful

and unfortunately the more andrew lets him get away with it, the worse julian gets about it. the thing is that nobody's taught andrew self-worth yet. he's been too busy trying to be what other people want him to be. so here he is, also being what julian wants him to be: a punching bag. but he doesnt realize thats what it is. he just thinks julian wants andrew to be the type to be "playfully rude" with but, again, im saying julian goes way past that

and as julian gets older, the more he reserves what used to be how he was with everyone, being him, being genuine in all the worst and best ways, with only andrew. so everyone else gets this very like..agreeable neutral kinda personality out of julian. so then andrew also sees THAT and thinks wow..i really am special

and as years go by and they go from middle school to high school and social situations change around them, andrew feels even more lucky he's gotten somebody special to him and that he's special to because by highschool it feels like everyones already got their cliques and their partners-in-crime and he'd feel like a mega loser without julian. and julians shown him and taught him so many cool things that give him things to actually talk about with other ppl when they Engage with him?

but yeah throughout highschool julian teaches andrew more and more rulebreaking habits. they even set up ways to make money at school w stuff like..selling test answers or snacks or stuff when they can get away with it. or skipping classes or other things. vandalizing things. pranking ppl (harmless :) ofc..but maybe only physically so)

so we return to julian's uncle. liek i said he's a shady dude. well. he starts involving an older julian in his shady shit. so now julian and andrew are peddling fkn weed and prescription drugs around their school and neighborhood. eventually they're hotwiring vehicles to steal. (kinda uhh tragically this is actually where andrew figures out he's pretty good at cars and likes them a lot and even if he's having a constant crisis about Being Awful, he's also uhhh more motivated to learn how to do a new thing and Be Good At It. bc that's the thing isnt it? he's finally Good At Something) and stealing other things too

and i kinda quickened the pace here but its like..well it does escalate pretty quickly because at some point julian has andrew wrapped around his little finger and tho there are the times one or both of them get caught and andrew gets in trouble, has a crisis, and swears off doing anything like that ever again!! julian just has to warm andrew up to it again. because by highschool julian also has the upper hand in that he's become andrew's gay awakening. so now andrew has a huge crush on him and especially wants to impress him and keep him around and notice him and find him cool and worthwhile

and at first julian is sorta confused?? but diversity win! the manipulative toxic asshole best friend is also into boys! but giving andrew everything he wants wouldnt be very fun would it? he has something to dangle over his head. and he's gotten to the point where this is high risk shit. andrew could very much change his mind about everything about them and leave julian and the longer time goes on, the more paranoid julian becomes of this very thing happening. so he holds onto whatever leashes he can get twisted around andrew

he'll entertain his attraction but never clarifies anything. never gives him like..bold affection. never makes it clear how he feels or if he's even completely fine with it? which adds pressure onto andrew that he's just making all this up. or he's being the weirdo, pushing something on julian who might be straight or something

outside of julian tho, andrew's family is noticing his behavior bc i mean..also hes obviously getting caught doing some of this stuff. and his grades are even worse. and sometimes they get calls abt him missing school? and they try to intervene bc like..andrews got One friend. its gotta be this guy. so they try to ground andrew, ban julian, all kinds of stuff but they're slippery and they've got all sorts of workarounds. and ultimately, they still go to the same school. and..sadly. this, at first, just makes andrew desperate to keep julian all the more bc now he's beome this like..symbol of freedom and having Fun and living life to the fullest and anything related to home starts being associated with prison, suffocation, snuffing out his personality and everything he's learned about himself and like..even if he doesnt rly has Friends outside of julian (he's convinced julian is the only friend he rly wants/needs) he's still seen as cool! the Bad Boy, the Hookup for cool shit (snacks, drugs etc) he's a hit sometimes with the Le Popular Kids ooo... and he might even get invited to get-togethers with julian (julian is actually the introvert to andrews extravert but he Humors ppl for the image and he likes the way andrew always looks at him like a lost puppy when he's trying to figure out what to say in convos with other ppl)

but overtime, julians just gotten too comfortable with being too rough with andrews mentality and his emotions. bc he's never stopped his absolute drilling into andrews squishy parts in order to make himself feel better. or somehow blaming andrew for everything, even julians own shortcomings. and playing hot n cold with andrews emotions and etc. like there's just a lot he does that keeps andrew eternally unsure of where he's standing with julian or if he's doing things Correct or in a way that makes julian Happy. and as andrew gets older and starts Understanding things, he starts Understanding that hey...there's actually a lot about this that he doesnt like. he starts trying to...ask julian to lighten up. to consider his feelings on things. that he wants to do..things he wants to do? why do they always do things julian wants to do. why do they always get into what julian likes but never what andrew likes.

julian is...surprised and he does not Like this change. doesnt like that andrew is trying to cause problems? in their relationship? like why make this a thing? when its nothing? it was fine before? but the thing about letting andrew meet ppl, gain reasons for ppl to wanna talk to him and know him is that he gets to know how other ppl are and how they feel abt him. and though he hasnt made any other Friends, he's just learning how..Normal ppl are. and how julian with him is Not Normal. and its in a bad way bc andrew feels bad! he feels sick to his stomach sometimes. and nobody gets to him like julian does! and he thought before it was the crush but now he's starting to realize...he doesnt actually feel that way about julian anymore because he's just gotten so...Cruel

well now when andrew gets grounded/banned from julian, he doesn't fight it. he doesn't find the loopholes anymore. he lets things go and just kinda...tries to see how he feels? and he finds he...feels better. there's ways he feels worse, but there's a lot more ways he feels like he can breathe. like he's a person. and he likes it so...he starts to just ween himself off julian. and julian starts to act up more bc he doesnt have his usual ways to Cope and gets in trouble more, being at school Less and that just causes more distance

and julian is finally living with what he was most terrified of. and andrew is willingly? throwing him away? and he cant have that. he's at his wits end and panicking

new content warning: whew boy suicide mention/suicide-baiting

and thats all i rly have to say aint it

he holds the fact over his head that if andrew actually does officially cut ties with him, julian will kill himself. that he has no reason to live if he doesn't have andrew. that andrew is his everything and the light of his life, his joy, all that. and he cant't just? leave him like this?

and at first andrews like wait no this is awful dont do that..im sorry and like..tentatively keeps his ties to julian, tries to continue things the wya they were! just uh..different! bc if julian wants andrew to stay then..compromises have to happen okay? and julian says he agrees but catch things getting worse again and andrew in the same boat he was before

distancing

julian freaking out in a panic at 2am on a phone call describing what he's about to do til andrew apologizes again

rinse

repeat

but andrew eventually is just...tired. man. he's getting closer to graduating. he really does NOT need this. it's taking such a heavy toll on him bc rly! nothing else terrible in his life ever really went away, this is just an addition. it's not that his mom saw him acting out and thought oh...this is bc im too hard on him, nah, she stays hard. she gets Harder. his moms stern and affectionless and doesnt understand his plights, his sisters always so busy with her life, and his dad is out of touch. and mostly: andrew doesnt want to bother anyone with his problems. its his own fault, after all. its his mess. and he also is terrified of what anyone would think of even..half the things he'd have to admit to get them to understand. or even a fourth tbh

so one day he just..has had enough. julian threatens to tell his parents what he's done, what he's really like even if it brings julian down too. julian plans to be dead anyways after so what does it matter

and andrew just tells him to do it and hangs up

he feels sick to his stomach for days, but also is too fed up to call and apologize or take it back. he flip-flops on both so much he ends up doing nothing at all

and this is where julian is officially out of his life. i call it Schrodinger's Julian at this point bc did he? or didnt he? well what is the truth is he just does not show up again. so andrew is free but..he literally does not know at what cost. and the guilt eats him up alive for the rest of his life as well as all the damage literally going from like 12-13 to 18 with what this shit did to him

(cw: suicide stuff over)

this is where some of the stories diverge? umm..he either goes immediately to college or waits. with the college timeline Also diverging to oh he makes it somehow or oh he has to drop out

my default tho is that he does try, but he has to drop out. and makes an absolute mess of himself while he's trying. college parties and nightlife and everything else. sex drugs and rock n roll pretty much. everything he knows about connecting to other people is completely Fucked and so he thinks he's making connections but it's not real. and nothing feels like it did with julian but that should be a good thing? or should it. he misses the old julian and he misses the good parts and he feels like he'll never have that with someone again or that maybe...if he did...they'd do the same thing. maybe its dangerous to be that close to anyone. but oh he wants it. so bad.

and we'll continue with my usual story but uh (cw: drugs/drug-use)

we have to delve a bit into the fact he becomes an addict. because he very much does. with all the escapism he does in college because he's just trucking along without processing a drop of this? no therapy? not even someone to vent to or hold onto? nah man. shits rough. and he loses himself in many kinds of drugs but heroin is his Drug of Choice and also loses himself in other people but in shallow ways. he becomes a party animal but in the worst way and that becomes his "college" is just this whole social scene that he's not even engaging with in a meaningful way bc he's too terrified of earnest closeness with another human being

meanwhile his grades tank and he just...stops going. needless to say he becomes very much a disaster of a human being at the end of this. the thing is tho..its all self-internalized. he doesnt take it out on other ppl or even want to make it other ppls problems. he tries to just come off as this rly fun guy whos up for literally anything. and like yeah ppl who hang w him enough can definitely See Somethings Up but he's literally just like oh its nothing! its fine im fine! bc no if he opens up about anything everyones gonna hate and abandon him

and unfortunately this gets back to his mom and she uh...cuts him off. completely. if he wont get cleaned up. if he wont just...BE better jst DONT be this trainwreck of a son or else. dont associate with her. thinking maybe itd be a shock enough he'd just Get Better? (lmao) but lmao no. and he rly spirals bad after that but luckily his dad and his sister still sneak contact with him, doing what they can? with someone who doesnt wanna make anything anyone elses' problem and insists he's fine everythings. Fine.

what Does finally have him like?? find hope again? and cling to it and start to eventually put his life back on its feet again depends on the story im writing but something eventually always does and he always has the same Sponsor to help him :'3 darius...(his old roommate from when he was a teacher at thornville..remember that guy? yea rewrote him into here in a different way) and idk..things do look up for andrew! it's just...a very much uphill battle and that's kinda usually where i place him in like Current Events in whatever sceneario/story im thinking of is after he's gotten on his feet (shakily but he's there) and he's usually a mechanic (sometimes moonlights as a necromancer for hire as well) and he's Working himself up to trying college again but hes taking his time. and he's got some sort of support circle (darius, ji-hoon, and sometimes others)

ji-hoon he actually meets as one of his roommates in college and it takes a lot of Effort from ji-hoon but he sees andrew struggling and kinda nags his way into his life to help and is usually one of the reasons andrew gets inspired to get better bc ji-hoon is literally everything julian wasnt but like in a good way. he cares, unconditionally about ppl in general but especially andrew because idk they just Click right. and like i said in another post, ji-hoon's family basically adopts andrew as well and they're so affectionate and loving and give lots of affirmations and stuff and andrew probably cries bc he's never felt that much love tbh and then feels like shit abt it bc crying is dumb, but then everyone else cries too (happy tears) and its like oh

idk this is where i start having lot sof tangential thoughts so ill leave it here but uh! yeah! so that's the story of julian and andrew! and the damage it did! and yes! this is true in every iteration of andrew ive ever written! (the julian and childhood family stuff part, not necessarily all the rest that comes after, a lot of that's new)

[thealogie]

Except for Macbeth and benedick what DT roles do you think are his best? Just curious and a little bored

(Also I’m no expert but I think his hamlet was actually good and definitely one of the best modern ones - that are available to be streamed)

Broadchurch, the midnight episode of doctor who, Des, and his episode of Criminal UK (it is very disturbing but he’s great in it).

(His hamlet is objectively amazing, just not my favorite Shakespeare I’ve seen him do. It’s probably the second best hamlet I’ve ever seen after Andrew Scott’s but culturally more important because it was the beginning of doing Shakespeare conversationally in a big popular production and I sincerely credit it with popularizing that performance style)

[concook20]

Wild Kratts Headcannon! (OC)

Nigel/Antonio/Andrew/Susan

OC: 1/???

Nigel Hunter William Jr.

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bi-curious

Birthday: January 15th

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Height: 5' 11"

Weight: 180 lbs

Body Shape: Fit, chubby a bit, though

Favorite Color: Brown and red

Verts: Ambivert, mostly extrovert

Phobia: Pediophobia (Fear Of Dolls)

Hobbies: Hunting, reading, and rock climbing/hiking.

Backstory

This man was born in a family of hunters and sellers, who take animals or anything involved with cash, (like gems, money, etc), where he learns how to use hunting and selling as one. He began to train with his dad, where he met Antonio and Andrew, and the trio began to bond as acquaintances (his words). He doesn't have a tragic background, since he is just a dick, but enjoys the rush of hunting.

Voice Actor

His voice actor is Jack Hawkins, the same voice actor for this sweet fella named Gummigoo, from The Amazing Digital Circus!

If you know, you know. RIP🕊️😔

(Also spoilers, but the trio from the Amazing Digital Circus is what also inspired me to make these three!)

Family and Relationships

Like I said, he doesn't have an issue with his family. He is the only child to a man and woman, and was raised by them to become a poacher, so not much there.

He's a father and husband, he's married to a beautiful woman, Lita, who's 43, for 15 years after the two met at a gun range. He has a daughter who's 6 years old, who he adores so much and would be a wonderful father to her, even doing silly things with her like tea parties and doing make up. My boi is a girl dad by heart. 💅✨

Even if Andrew and Antonio can be annoying, he does care about them, seeing the two as brothers, even if sometimes, he wants to strangle the stupidity out of them.

For the villains, he likes Gourmand, the two even sometimes hunt whenever they want to. He doesn't care much for Donita and Dabio, cause he's not too keen on the fashion things, though his daughter loves her designs. However, he doesn't like Zach and Khris, ESPECIALLY Zach, since him having a crush on Chris is a sign of weakness, and how he just doesn't like how annoying he is.

For the Kratt Crew, he obviously hates them, but he does respect Martin for being protective for his brother, yet that's it. He still doesn't like them, in fact, he's like "Why can't we just kill them?" Most of the time.

Facts For Nigel

Nigel is on the watchlist??? 👀

Nigel doesn't listen to much music, but whenever he reads, he mostly puts on ASMR background noises to relax.

Nigel has a fear of dolls, because when he was young, he gave an old doll he didn't like, since it looked broken, to his neighbor. But one day, that neighbor was found dead and the doll was by the body, which made him immediately scared and asked his wife to buy his daughter some dolls.

Nigel adores the classic movies like Star Wars, Indiana Jones, even some animated films like An American Tail and Pinocchio.

Nigel can drink his whiskey neat~ but really though, he drinks a lot, not as an alcoholic, but close enough ig.

Nigel has anger issues, yet he doesn't know why.

Nigel secretly kept a baby tiger, cause it was cute, and his daughter wanted one, but no one knows, except his wife.

That's all for now! If you have any questions, please comment down!

[hntedhouse]

TRIGGERS: dysfunctional family dynamics

basics.

full name. anthony andrew caruso-iannelli  pen name. drew crane ( how he will generally introduce himself ) gender. cis man  pronouns. he/him  age. twenty - four  hometown. upper east side, manhattan, nyc  occupation. former child actor, more recently a graphic novelist and aspiring moviemaker

personality.

zodiac. gemini ( affectionate, curious, adaptable ) enneagram. type 7 ; the enthusiast likes. horror movies, comic books, slushies, dungeons & dragons, candy, clue ( board game & movie ), tarantulas, halloween ( holiday & movie series except for the rob zombie ones ), 80s muscle cars, long furbies, teeth, letterboxd  dislikes. boredom, alcohol, the duolingo owl, nihilism, romcoms, clothes shopping, poetry, rob zombie movies, wearing a suit, coffee, his asthma, budgeting, superhero movies, scrappy doo, pretentious indie film snobs    positive traits. sincere, bubbly, clever negative traits. irresponsible, facetious, impulsive special talents. was a genuinely not - so - bad actor and he’s an excellent painter, both of which he has basically no interest in. 

biography.

andrew caruso-iannelli was born and raised in new york city. he's the son of renowned oscar winning film director anthony caruso & upper east side royalty priscilla caruso-iannelli, and the youngest of a whole bunch of brothers. he grew up hollywood famous ( a few small appearances in some of his father’s films and walking the red carpet at countless events alongside his family ) and upper east side rich ( private school, hamptons house, robust trust fund ).  

it was an open secret among their social circle that his family’s public image of being ‘ the perfect celebrity family ’ was just an act. behind closed doors there was a lot of tension, a mother who relentlessly attempted to push her sons into the spotlight, and a workaholic father who only ever had time to spare for his youngest son, his favorite. when he wasn't around ( somewhat often ) drew tended to slop through the cracks, and so from a young age he was relatively free to do as he pleased so long as he didn’t attract any negative attention to himself. no one cared if he was out all night long at a horror movie marathon, or if he inexplicably acquired a pet tarantula, or if he spent three straight days drawing alone in his room because he kept up his grades, stayed out of the way, and didn’t land the family name on the front cover of gossip rags. 

the youngest, often - forgotten child of the bunch did not make friends with ease while growing up. he actually got picked on a lot throughout his school years, although this never really bothered him much as horror movies and creating art held most of his attention through the majority of his school years.

natural talent supplemented by constant practice ( and very expensive art classes ) and combined with his love of horror led to drew creating comics based on his favorite horror tropes & fully written and illustrated by him beginning when he was a teenager. his first few comics were … kinda terrible, in hindsight, but still good enough to impress the rhode island school of design, also known as RISD where he would enroll in their illustration program. he looked forward to leaving home more and more with each passing day as his familial relationships never improved.

by the time he was about halfway through art school, no one in his immediate family was living together or on speaking terms with one another. much to the horror of his mother's upper east side compatriots, his parents even got divorced. his mom kept the brownstone in manhattan and scrambled to rebuild her reputation while his dad moved across the country to los angeles where he still lives while working on his various movie projects. drew tried to stay with him during his longer breaks from school, but he's a new yorker at heart. he stays in a property owned by his grandfather whenever he's in manhattan.

every single one of drew’s brothers is pretty famous now ( probably actors in big name productions like marvel movies and starring in netflix shows ). he’s the only one that enrolled in college and chose to gradually step away from the spotlight as he grew up. he hasn’t spoken to any of them in years and has no plans to reach out any time soon. he carries a lot of resentment towards all of them due to feeling that they abandoned him, which is something he plans to unpack around,  saaaaaay, never.

drew got a publishing deal for his graphic novel series before he had even graduated art school. he’s aware that his ( real ) last name probably had something to do with how it was pretty much handed to him, but it’s also a fact that one of his art school instructors shared his work with friends in the publishing business which is what sparked initial interest in his creations.

his debut graphic novel titled drive - in was released under his pen name of drew crane in early fall 2023 and was an instant success. the love letter to his beloved slasher flicks is about an undead drive - in movie theater employee embarking on a bloody rampage at his old job. it currently remains at the very top of bestseller lists all over the world.

since he owns the rights to his work, drew was able to almost immediately begin planning a movie adaptation. certain that he wanted to direct and author the screenplay himself, drew shadowed his father for about eight months in order to learn from him, which of course is very nepo baby of drew. he would agree with that himself, but he isn't familiar with the term. some controversy was caused recently when an interview clip of him was pulled out of context and went viral. the journalist asks him flat out how he feels about being a nepo baby and he appears confused but still responds that he doesn't think he is. the interview just went downhill from there and even ended a few minutes early. drew was upset and confused. he still is. the full thing was posted online a few weeks ago, which is when the controversy and ridicule kicked off. he's still a target on the internet and he's worried that the plans for his movie are going to crash and burn any second.

he's in chile for the first time to visit his partner ( luna ) and unplug for a while. he currently doesn't plan to stay, but as we all know that's going to change !

wanted connections.

tbd. :)