#for the record: i know very little about chess
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i need. to find a way to incorporate a scene in katc where jacob and joseph are playing chess...
#for the record: i know very little about chess#i know how some of the pieces move. not all. do not ask me about strategy#but i also know that those two would be very different chess players and those are their brainstorming sessions for strategy and logistics#something something both having their blind spots leading to them falling for deliberately set traps#whining wombat
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just watched this video essay about art while i was making art and now im having so many feelings 10/10 i highly recommend it
or alternatively: Art For No One by Jacob Geller
#its almost an hour long#and is exactly the type of existentialist stuff you know i love#i wonder about what will happen to my art after i die a lot. and. hm.#the art i make is art just for me. but when i die. it will be for no one. because then i will be no one.#so i want as egotistical as i am. id probably want it destroyed.#but knowing art historians it will be very infuriating. but who needs a diary of someone dead. who needs a fragment of a man who once was#when none of it will be interpreted correctly#id rather it be destroyed. burnt. returned back to the ashes of the stars the materials i used once were#theres so many things ive done that ive never shown or told anyone. so by extension the idea of me eventually wanting to record it all#and show it online is very paradoxical i guess#i guess its just a phrase from a painting teacher i once had that stuck to me deeply#a friend asked her what she likes to paint. and she replied with#“i dont paint in my free time anymore. who needs a bunch of old paintings?”#and. hm. i suppose i relate to that. noone needs my stupid art and even less people care about it like i do#but the flesh is flawed and i am still creating. i am observing what little i see of the world and try to make sense of it via art#my sketchbooks are physical copies of the thoughts occurring in my mind and my physical itch and need to create and learn and understand#and to cry and to feel and to live#i live to make art and in return the art i make; makes me keep living#i think its getting too late and i need to go to bed#chess shh
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I'm not typically a fan of pregnancy au stuff for hazbin because it introduces a hell lotta new questions, but anyways, I DO find it absolutely entertaining thinking about a Reader who did the nasty with Alastor and had kind of a friends-with-benefits situation with him and he does his whole 7 year disappearing act without warning you or telling you anything at all (assumedly because he did not have a choice or opportunity) and he comes back, knocking on your front door, "say, doll! What's say we mosey on over to our old favorite jazz club to catch up on old times?"
and suddenly peeking out from behind your back is just the cutest little fawn with a head full of curls who is very clearly Alastor's son, clutching at your apron, "Mama, isn't he the man you listen to those old recordings of? He sounds the same"
Alastor feeling this, this WARMTH in his chest as you invite him inside your home and it's completely different from the last time he was there, filled with everything your son could need, his drawings and report cards from that nice school you break your back to afford stuck lovingly on the fridge and a hot home-cooked meal currently cooling on the stove as Alastor's invited for some food... if he feels comfortable. You and him discuss privately where your son can't hear as you get all weepy, "I'm sorry, but when you disappeared, I couldn't... ASK you what you would have wanted... I didn't want to have some kind of, of PROCEDURE and you hate me for it... and even from the very first scan, I loved him so much... he's my entire world... I couldn't even CONSIDER... getting rid of him. He's my beautiful smart baby boy and i would die for him"
Genuinely I think it would be real funny if Alastor is initially quite jealous actually for having to share you with a CHILD, but the more time he spends around the young boy, the more he realizes, oh, this is quite the upstanding young fellow! His mama raised him right and he likes to help around the house, likes to read lots of books, loves all kinds of music, helps his mother on all the crosswords and word searches and puzzle books, and he's smart enough to suss out pretty quickly, "sir are you my father"
and the second your son receives an answer, just, KICKING THE RADIO DEMON IN THE SHIN, "You're a horrible man!! You call yourself a gentleman but you left my mama to raise a baby all by herself!! You're terrible! Incorrigible! Disrespectful! Untoward!--" Your young son is breaking out the goddamn dictionary and synonyms on this man, "you lying, deceitful, devious, DEPLORABLE--"
And Alastor is watching this little kid threaten to beat his ass and not even caring that he's up against The Infamous Radio Demon, just shouting at Alastor until the young boy is absolutely changing colors in the face, getting SO SO upset for his mama that he's ready to FIGHT OVER IT, and Alastor is just, essentially, breaking out into laughter, "oh, so you ARE my son!! Aren't you a gutsy one!! Put JUST a little force behind that next one and it might actually sting a bit!" and pats the boy on the head. That settles it; he's accepted as Alastor's son like THAT
Of course, Alastor now caring for this boy does not come without its... complications. There might be some 'incidents' if you, for example, have other positive role models for your son, other men who are regularly coming around, making Alastor's new position as the boy's father and your not-quite-husband (yet) feel threatened and unstable and encouraging the Radio Demon to 'act out'. You're so happy to have Alastor back in your life that you don't even notice things are a little off until your son starts mentioning things like "Mama where did Mr Thomas go? He used to come by every Thursday to play chess but I don't remember seeing him for a while?" "Mama I know Benson has bullied me and pushed me down and stolen my things but I saw his mom crying outside the bookstore earlier saying he's gone missing and I think we should help look for him" "Mama I know Mr Alastor said we don't need her and he can teach me but I also like my old piano teacher. Could I have some lessons with her and some with Mr Alastor instead of just all of them with him? I miss Ms. Mason"
But like... you don't want to deny Alastor a relationship with his child after they both have already lost so much time and you don't want to deprive your son of his father without a good reason, so you stifle some of your suspicions. It's all for your son's sake, isn't it? And you can't help but, get a little selfish when Alastor insists on taking you and your boy out, going to see live bands, going to local events, taking your son to the county fair and you feeling tears in your eyes as, your boy finally gets to spend time with his father. It's like... it's like you're a real family... you've always wanted something like this, for him, for them, for yourself--
But... Alastor doesn't... see you THAT way, does he? He displays his emotions much differently than you, and there were even times in the past where Alastor himself drew the line in the sand that, oh yes you two were quite close friends, he has such a deep affection for you, but... romantically? Sorry, sweetheart, but no
... or so he thought. Now that he's back, he sees how deeply you love his son and sacrifice so much for him amd how much your son absolutely adores you and how, completely by yourself, without any of Alastor's help, you raised him into a fine young man that... the Radio Demon could see himself helping raise, a boy he can't help but feel a little pride in helping make and, can't help but feel a little sad he missed all sorts of important milestones for. And of course, of course of course of course, he missed YOU ever so much, and when Alastor looks up from his paper to see you at the stove, hair all out of place and your hands messy as you cook a meal for your son and his father, your little boy dutifully helping clean as you go, he can't help wish that THIS was how he spent his last 7 years.
Lucifer have mercy on anyone who tries to disrupt his new utopia of peace and tranquility. Could you even imagine, could you even fucking imagine you and Alastor are walking with your son and nearby TVs snap on and it's fucking Vox, showing your family on TV, talking shit to Alastor, using HORRIBLE language in front of your son--
And Alastor feels his love for you grow all the more as you use your own magic to surge through the television and begin strangling the newscaster right on the air, "DONT YOU DARE SHOW MY SON'S FACE ON TV YOU FUCKING--" and Alastor starts lovingly conversing with his son about how important it is to stand up for your family and your values as the pair of them watch you throw Vox around his recording studio in a frenzied rage, "You and your disgusting Vees always trying to peddle your worthless garbage to kids, you CREEPS!! BABIES DON'T NEED IPADS, RETINOL CREAMS, SKEEYEE DANCE ROUTINES, AND ATHLEISUREWEAR LEGGINGS THAT GO UP THEIR ASS, YOU CONSUMERIST IMMORAL SHELL OF A HUMAN BEING--"
Snapcut to you rejoining your family on the sidewalk with your hair a mess and visible blood on you while Vox is facedown on the floor in his broadcast unable to move before it cuts to a "technical difficulties, please stand by" screen. Alastor is oh so genuinely joyfully smiling, "Now who wants to go and get some waffles? I say we should celebrate any victory over our enemies with some tasty grub!!" and he takes you and your son's hands and is all but skipping down the sidewalk while his hated rival is bleeding out in his tower somewhere. Oh, Alastor will give the Television Demon his own revenge for daring to try and shame the lovely beautiful mother of his child and his beloved boy on that disgusting show. What kind of degenerate uses children for content, let alone threatens their safety? Alastor will be back for him later and do much, MUCH worse than you did.
For now, though? Alastor just wants to enjoy the sight of you and his son sitting in a booth with him while you all scarf down some hotcakes. A family of his very own, huh? How wonderful. If only his own mom were here to see it...
#yandere hazbin hotel#yandere x reader#alastor x reader#hh#sinprompts#god do you ever think about how people in hell feel miserable if their family is on heaven#you dont WANT your loved one to be suffering in hell but... if thwy were at least you could still see them#catch me crying out here piss drunk to alastor because my mom/granny are in heaven and he nods knowingly bc his mom isnt down there either
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everyone knows that if you bring your best friend along on a date with your bf, either your best friend of your bf will end up being third wheeled-- unless you're jim t kirk and you manage to third wheel for your first officer (who is in fact your boyfriend) and your cmo best friend.
no i have not watched bread and circuses yet but i feel in my heart that this applies. and also objectively the bread and circuses outfits are so insanely mind-blowingly attractive?? i needed an excuse to draw them in tight-fitting shirts and i regret nothing 😎
you just know that whenever the pre-mcspirk triumvirate hangs out whoever did the inviting will inevitably end up being the third wheel. like jim invites spock over to play chess and brings bones along to spectate and commentate and IMMEDIATELY spones joins forces to beat his ass (bickering and sassing each other all the while. and by the end bones is basically halfway on spock's lap smug as hell with spock leaning back a little just to accommodate him, a hand ghosting his waist to keep him from losing his balance.) And they beat jim's ass so soundly it would almost be embarrassing if he hadn't been preoccupied with committing the way spock and bones fit so well together to memory.
or spock will ask jim and bones over for dinner, and somehow while he's turned his back for a minute replicating their meals mckirk will have gotten into a playful argument about the worst terran movie and spock watches this eventually escalate into a mock tussle on the couch (and then onto the floor, where jim solidly pins bones (who is voicing his complaints very loudly) to the carpet and sort of pets at him until he goes pliant and giggly. and spock keeps watching because he can't bring himself to look away from how jim's biceps and triceps flex with the exertion of keeping a flailing bones still, and the way bones' shirt has rucked up with his wriggling and is now exposing his midriff in a decidedly... agreeable manner. And now their dinner is getting cold but spock is very much not. the opposite, in fact.
for bones though, generally he has the opposite problem-- whenever he tries to corner jim for a physical, it's guaranteed that spock will show up with him and stand next to his bed and all but hold jim's hand in front of the entire medbay and (with infuriating accuracy and highly amusing, transparent urgency) hand bones the instruments he needs before he even reaches for them, hovering by jim's side all the while. and jim is also TERRIBLE about not physically attaching himself to spock and actually letting bones do his goddamn job when spock gets hurt. if he wasn't so fond of them both, he swears he would've kicked them out of his medbay ages ago. Too bad they've both wormed their way solidly into his heart.
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prompt fill for @mcspirkevents' mcspirk month day 26 "expectations vs reality" (i know this isn't spicy but by god spirk's mouths are actually touching and given my track record of not being able to draw people kissing properly it might as well be, lol) 🩵💙💛
#star trek#star trek tos#tos#star trek fanart#spirk#spirk fanart#mcspirk#mcspirk fanart#spones#spones fanart#leonard mccoy#bones mccoy#spock#jim kirk#mckirk#mcspirk month#dust trek hcs#mcspirk headcanons#hey should i make a compilation of all my hcs and put them on ao3#hmmmm#i am doing considerations#star trek meme
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So You Want To Know About Chess The Musical
So you want to know about Chess. The first piece of advice I have to give you is:
Step 0: Are you sure?
Because trust me, it's a whole lot weirder than you think, even if you know that the story is, in fact, only very little about chess (the board game). But if you are sure, because you have a friend who, like me, can't stop talking about it, then, you're ready to begin with step one.
Step 1: Listen to the concept album
Yes, there are plenty of recordings of the full show that are easily accessible on YouTube. Do not be fooled. With very minor exceptions, they will not elucidate anything at all. Trust me, even if your favorite actor is in one of them, start here. You will have time to get back to them later, trust me. It helps to read the synopsis of the album while listening; this has been kindly transcribed here by @alovebizarre.
Already hooked? Yeah, probably. Now you understand why all of us got stuck down here in our circle of complaining about this show. We, too, all thought it was going to be good based on the concept album.
Step 1.5: Watch the 1989 concert
This is mostly the songs of the concept album and retains the two male leads, but has Judy Kuhn playing Florence, the female lead. It's a strong concert and only cuts one song, and adds another ("Someone Else's Story", the show's only breakout hit not on the album). There is plot narration in Swedish, but one of the versions on YouTube has been subtitled in English
Step 2: Acquaint yourself with The Big Four
Now you know the music but the plot may still not be totally clear. The next step is to get to know the major variations. These are, generally:
The 1986 London version (and derivatives)
The 1988 Broadway version (and derivatives)
The 1990 Sydney version (there aren't really derivatives for this one but the material shows up Everywhere)
The 2002 Swedish version aka Chess på svenska (and derivatives)
Now, you can watch the original productions of all of these, but the issue is that the first two are both... not great. So here are some alternatives.
Step 2a: London Alternatives
The London version is mostly an expansion of the plot of the concept album, with changes - most of the structural changes were initiated by director Michael Bennett, who left the production before rehearsals due to his illness, while most of the more distinct changes of themes are from later director Trevor Nunn.
There are videos of the original production, but they're generally poorly filmed and suffer from major generation loss. There was no cast album, but the score has been recorded twice: in 2002 with the cast of a Danish touring production (released as "Chess: Complete Cast Album," but recalled soon after and not on streaming) and in 2008 at the Royal Albert Hall (this is on streaming as "Chess in Concert" - one of two albums of that name).
Any one will give you an idea of the script, but the original London production is generally the most musically cohesive. The Royal Albert Hall version has some minor script changes, most of which make no real difference, but makes some bizarre choices in terms of transition music and is generally a poorly produced album. The Danish album is likewise not very strong.
The Royal Albert Hall concert was professionally filmed but the audio is poorly mixed and the show's cast varies from a few great performances to some that are... not so much. It's also got a track record of making people either latch on immediately or be totally turned away from the show, so watch at your own risk. For a possibly better experience, watch the original London production.
Step 2b: Broadway Alternatives
The original Broadway production still has a bit of a bad reputation in the fandom, but people have generally warmed up to it. The new book, by American playwright Richard Nelson, is generally strong (if a bit overlong) until about halfway through Act Two --- at which point it suddenly isn't anymore. The original production itself doesn't help, and though there are some good moments, it was not very well directed and some of Nelson's best scenes suffer.
Firstly, you should listen to the Broadway cast album. The cast is the best part of the show and does some incredible things. The new music isn't quite as good as the original material, but is still strong and worth knowing.
In terms of the actual book, your best chance at a good experience experience is probably the 1990 Long Beach production directed by David H. Bell and starring Jodi Benson, which has a watchable video online. There are some script changes, which serve to adjust the script to be less cynical, more palatable, and better paced. After this, do go back and watch the original cast, as it generally has a stronger overall cast and some scenes are genuinely great with them.
Step 2c: Sydney and Svenska
The Sydney production closed early due to the economic recession in Australia, and the script has never been revived, but parts of it appear all over the place, especially in the London derivatives of the early 1990s. It takes bits of the plots of both London and Broadway, and becomes its own thing. It is worth knowing, and there is a mostly bearable bootleg on YouTube.
If Sydney is its own thing for being a combination of London and Broadway, Svenska is its own thing because it resembles neither. The plot is streamlined to the essentials and takes place over a much shorter period of time, plus it has two new songs. There is a proshot that has been uploaded to YouTube with subtitles, and a very good cast album. There have been some productions since based on the script, but the original is still going to be your best starting point.
Step 3: Into The Abyss
There are so many other productions and they're all a little different from each other. Most are based on London or Broadway, but some are an odd combination resulting from people who wanted to produce the London version in the US being forced to retrofit the Broadway version (unavailable for US licensing until 2008). A non-exhaustive list is:
1992 Off-Broadway: Preserved only in an incomplete, poor-quality audio bootleg, plus a slightly more complete script from a lost recording, this script is Tim Rice's first (but not last) attempt at making something definitive post-Broadway. It is one of the most bizarre scripts out there and should really be experienced late to be fully appreciated.
1990 US Tour: An early attempt to jump off the Broadway script into something new, this production stars 42.9% of the original Broadway cast of Falsettos and has some wild stuff. Don't watch till you know Broadway, since it has been known to sour people's opinions on the show.
2003 Actors' Fund Benefit Concert: This one-night only concert is preserved on a leaked (but poor quality) archival video and a higher quality rehearsal performance. The script is an attempted hybrid of the London and Broadway scripts, but leans mostly on the London script with a few Broadway changes that serve really only to stay within the legal requirements of production still in place at the time (and doubly important due to Nelson's personal support of the concert).
2018 Kennedy Center Concert Series/2022 Entertainment Workers' Fund Benefit Concert: This script was eyeing Broadway for about five years but is no longer in the works as the rights were pulled. With a new book by Danny Strong, based on the London plot but with the details changed significantly, this production takes a more overtly political spin on the show and grounds it in actual political events. Start with the 2018 version, as it's generally agreed to be better than the later concert version.
2018 London Revival: To call this production a revival is generous, being staged by the English National Opera for a limited run and generally not being considered very important. It became well known mostly for being associated with the Kennedy Center production and the general knowledge that Rice was looking to bring the show back to Broadway. Despite that, this script is entirely unrelated to the Kennedy Center version and is mostly an onstage expansion of the concept album with the show being influenced heavily by Benny and Bjorn.
With all of these I have but one piece of final advice and that is:
Step 4: Be wary of The Discourse
This is not meant to scare you away from the fandom at all. I promise we're all very friendly and most of the discussions are quite civil. But every fan has very strong opinions about this show. I have tried to present this post as neutrally as possible but my bias has absolutely creeped in and you've already been influenced by my opinions on it. Some productions (notably the Kennedy Center script) are very divisive and I encourage you to consume them yourself and forming your own opinions.
And that is how to get into Chess. If you want to. It may not be the wisest decision, but hey, we all made the same mistake.
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Record of Ragnarok: What kind of pet do they have?
I'm like Tesla 🤣
Jack
I once read that people who are broken or haven’t experienced much love as children tent to choose animals that are less popular and sometimes seen as bad omens, such as black cats or ravens. So I see that Jack has a rat as a pet. They are intelligent and very clean animals, with an unfairly given bad reputation, and I think that suits Jack very well.
Nicola Tesla
Hear me out, Tesla is the proud owner of a turtle. There's a joke going around turtle owners that every time the turtle does something - such as yawns or falls asleep - you take a photo or video of it and happily show it to everyone. This is Tesla. The entire science crew has a mailbox full of this kind of spam, and their all sigh whenever Tesla sends them a new video of his pet doing absolutely nothing.
Poseidon
I think he likes animals in general. He despises humans and most gods for not behaving as they should, but animals are themselves. They do what is expected of them, they are excellent at being themselves, if that makes sense. So Poseidon probably has a dog that he has trained very well. The dog listens to all commends and generally behaves very well.
Hades
It’s canon that Hades has a pet - cockatoo. These animals require a lot of attention from their owner, which makes sense because we all know how lonely Hades is. He is literally playing chess with it! The parrot probably knows some fancy words like „magnificent” or „mellifluous”, and a whole bunch of wine names that it randomly says. Adamas, by the way, puts some effort into educating the bird too and incidently teaches it how to swear.
Beelzebub
Given how little he cares and how little he CAN care, the only option he has is fish. He gives it a good tank, he remembers to feed it and that’s it. They just exist. Damn… how depressing…
Loki
Two options. First: SAND ANT FARM. He watches it from time to time, mocking the ants for poor direction choices or just messing up with them for funnies. Second option is ferret. Loki finds them both annoying and interesting. There’s no boredom with them.
Ares
Ares thinks highly about himself, after all he is a part of the most powerful pantheon and the son of Zeus. He believes that he deserves only the best, which mean that whatever animal he gets, it will be a pure breed. If he chooses a cat or dog, it will receives a golden pillow to sleep on, a silver food bowl, the fanciest toys, the best caretakers, and… „the best owner”.
Thor
Thor has a cat. Most of the time they simply exist in their spaces and don’t interact. But every now and then a cat comes to Thor and demands a scratch, which Thor gives without hesitation. Loki once overheard Thor talking to his pet in those rare moments. Surprisingly, he speaks in a very gentle and caring tone, almost like mother to her child.
Hajun
He probably has a tank full of dead fish. Never cleaned, never fed, never bothered.
Lu Bu
Lu Bu has a pussy. He had no intention of having a pet, so the cat had to choose him, and Lu Bu obligated. He gives it lots of scratches and plays with it. Lu Bu is unfazed by the claws. Hearing her meow when he isn’t close puts him in a fighting stance. Nobody hurts his cat girl.
Hermes
Budgies! The guy has a lot of responsibilities, he's probably the last to fall asleep and the first to wake up, but he still finds time for his melodious pets. They always get the best snacks and for some unknown reason they become very excited when Zeus is around.
Göll
She has hamster, as small and cute as she is. Göll tries very hard to provide it a happy life, which probably means she’s trying too hard. She asks all his sisters for advice, and knowing how many siblings she has, she probably ends up with very conflicting opinions.
Zerofuku
Definitely rabbit. They are both full of energy, do not pose a threat and just enjoy themselves on a clearing somewhere.
Buddha
He doesn't have a pet, but he occasionally looks after Zerofuku’s and Göll's pets. He complains that he doesn't have time and that he doesn't care, but in the end he has a great time with the rabbit and hamster.
Noah
I think he ends up with a pigeon. He just feeds it from time to time in the same place and slowly tames it. Before he knows it, the bird becomes a new part of his life. He tells it about his problems, about Luna, Jack, Mother Goose and Shakespeare. This pigeon has therapeutic properties.
Qin
Definitely a husky. I see just two idiots keep talking to each other and arguing over nothing. The more the emperor demands something, the louder the husky's tantrum will be.
#record of ragnarok#shuumatsu no valkyrie#ror jack#ror poseidon#ror nikola tesla#ror hades#ror beelzebub#ror loki#ror ares#ror thor#ror hajun#ror lu bu#ror hermes#ror goll#ror zerofuku#ror buddha#ror noah#ror qin shi huang#snv jack x reader#snv nikola tesla#snv poseidon#snv hades#snv beelzebub#snv loki#snv ares#snv thor#snv hajun#snv lu bu#snv hermes#snv goll
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For the writers block break: Avalil: jacket, shower, flame
(i wanted to go)
Ava writes this later, in the notebook with the birds on it.
(and it wasn’t about how she took my hand and it felt like when you’re holding a match. watching the fire race toward your fingertips, fascinated. i always let it go, until it plunged me into shadow again. burns on my fingertips for years)
(i wanted to go)
Ava is so good at begging the question, flicking her tongue out to taste the cigarette-scent of this untidy kitchen. Neons overhead picking up the bulge of condensation on a beer bottle. she is thinking, in fact, about another kitchen. another beer bottle. last night the girl who said she was a vampire had it balanced at the very edge of the table.
this amused her.
she is conscious, in her kitchen, that already this story begs the question. why? why go home with something impossible?
because i wanted to
but why, Ava? why did you want to?
(because some burnings)
she writes so carefully now, with a sweet ache in her skin and her hands, poor physicians, disturbing the scabs on her neck, her wrist, underneath the slant of her ribs.
(are beautiful)
god, shut up.
because i wanted to.
her, specifically. to fuck her or to know her. to irritate her pretty mouth with the taste of cheap cigarettes.
the page takes her lies like a good lover takes the width of all the useful parts of your body and her handwriting has gone scratchy. It is an overeager wound.
And so what, if it was lurid?
how a tongue in a mouth opens it in a shape that you can never measure. Ava, then, is thinking of her mouth (their mouths, both of them) and not about shaping her g’s or her l’s or her b’s the way she taught herself.
(maybe she is more honest like this, unrecognisable to herself)
you can see dead things in mirrors. She knows this now; has watched certain hands tilting the blade of a butter knife this way and that. a mouth concealed inside the metal, a flash of strange irises.
and later, as the sound of the tape running and running – a companion to their punctuated silence - echoed through that dim-lit flat on that very forgettable street, Ava remembers seeing herself in a mirror.
a dead thing behind her, inside her, watching the shape of her mouth. Watching both of them, in the mirror and alive in all the ways that are tangible. Touch and taste and the helpless sounds you make when there is no difference, for a while, between you and the girl inside you.
“Don’t be afraid,” she’d said. Ava sitting at the kitchen table with an unlit cigarette in the palm of her hand. “Just start the tape.”
she isn’t troubled by tenses today. Everything feels like it’s happening to her again. the good parts and the terrible ones.
ava leaning forward, small hands outspread on the cheap tabletop. she can feel splinters teasing at her palms like the tips of tongues. a glass of something amber and expensive there between them – (unclear who it belongs to, but when ava takes a sip the thing, creature, monster opposite her grins and takes a sip on the exact opposite rim. It’s as if they’re playing chess, or kissing)
(not yet)
the sound of the tape, winding their words into something she can touch later (now, here, in the quiet aching after) and ava tasting fear in the back of her throat like another fluid entirely.
inelegantly, because it was all she knew, she’d tilted her head half-disbelieving, still. they were drunk and this girl was pretty in a dangerous sort of way (Ava thought, for example, that Lilith would hurt her if she asked) and so Ava felt willing to play this game where she pretended to believe in vampires.
“so…” she’d spoken into the sudden silence and into her little tape recorder, sitting next to the glass of something on the table. “how did you die?”
“badly”
this is how it begins
….
this is how it ends
“i used to be afraid of water,” she says this softly into that space between them. it feels like a third body made of shadow, hand forming a dark blot at lilith’s throat. can she see in the dark? – ava wonders. ava is not worried – her eyes are near-luminous now, snatching every stray bit of light that tries to dart over her shoulders.
the hallway door yawns open and ava feels more naked for it. that shape behind Lilith’s back that admits to light. the shower doors are fogging up now as lilith dips her head tentatively beneath the flow of water, letting it dance across her ears and down her throat. over her chest.
ava is not worried but she is still too afraid to do what she wants, watching the stream of water (and not me) take lilith’s nipple in its mouth.
Ava brushes her thumbs over the band of Lilith’s soaking boxers, following a line of muscle to the peak of hipbone above it. all of her miraculously unscarred. “i keep thinking about what they did to you.”
she pushes the words out between them like a paper boat on a real river. the kind you make almost especially to watch them sink.
a noise above her, low in lilith’s throat, and a soft exhale. “they only painted me, Ava.”
but there’s evidence in the room behind them. a stack of tapes placed clumsily on the kitchen counter, next to a half-empty pot of coffee. the way Lilith had spoken that part of her life mostly to the ceiling so ava worried the tape recorder would never pick it all up.
hot wax... they wanted me to be as close to the thing itself as possible…
her smile (sad, ava would have written in the margins of her notes if she were sober enough to take any) when she looked back down at ava. took another sip from the glass. her hands did not shake when she put it down but by then (i did.) ava believed her.
that she was-
“ironic, don’t you think?” as the glass went back to its circle of condensation on the table. “that I, in imitating Icarus, felt hot wax on my skin just as he must have?”
“i don’t think Icarus was real.”
she liked how lilith laughed at that. it gave her a moment to let the shock of everything she’d heard slip through her ribcage like a knife. how they’d bought her, hundreds of years ago, and what she remembers of the world.
“a series of closed doors, mostly. the scent of linseed. holding still for hours and hours. mostly i never saw the paintings – i have only seen most of them now, that were not lost during the Great War and the second one, after – but i did once or twice see the originals. fresh.”
she’d drifted to the bookcase and taken down a set of prints in a Filofax, taken a few of them out for ava to look at. the girl in those pictures looked different – very slender. “i was not a vampire yet. they used me first, until time threatened to make me…” she’d trailed off.
cleared her throat a moment later, “well, as you can see they made me very light-skinned here. and my face is not entirely the same. i was an object, to them, so i had no looking glass to see myself. for years, a glimpse of this was all i knew about my own face.”
she’d looked on as ava moved through the postcard-size copies, occasionally commenting on how, in one painting, she’d been almost blinded by the paint they used to imitate shadow falling across her eyes – “the room they chose to paint in that month was airy, you see. too much light and the wrong kind of shadows at night, apparently. i’m not sure what was in the paint, but it made all the skin around my eyes bleed and i could not see much beyond my own hand for days.”
she’d explained a little then about gender and time, and ava tired not to linger too much on the paintings, flicking through them as each new and slightly-alien version of lilith appeared. sometimes they only lightened her skin, but other paintings warped her features and kept only the too-thin slantlines of her body.
“you’re rushing.”
“i…” she’d put them down on the table very carefully, as though handling pottery and not cheap postcards lilith probably bought for a euro each in some distant city. dusk falling in places she had known variously, over time. “does it not bother you, at all?”
frowning. “no?”
“what they did to you- it… people go and think of it as art. they call it that.”
Lilith shook her head, and ava could see notes of her now in the paintings. a certain slanting of her jaw and how it held emotion tightly inside the crook of itself. not that ava knew her at all, of course, beyond one night in a bar. one ride home on the back of lilith’s motorbike, feeling the heat of her through leather and the scent of old cigarette smoke inside lilith’s spare helmet. of someone else’s perfume in the motorcycle jacket she insisted ava wear. “i have tried making skin-to-skin contact with asphalt at high speeds. you will not enjoy it.”
“i like this lie of yours.” ava, with the feeling you get when you are just shy of drunk. the sky seemed wider and darker than usual. “it’s like… elaborate, or something. does it work on other girls?”
“often enough.” lilith’s long fingers on the shiny surface of the spare helmet. it was plain and black and ava contrived, on the short ride to lilith’s shabby apartment, to put one of her bird stickers on the side of it. lifting her hand from around lilith’s waist for a second only to feel her vicelike grip putting ava right back where she came from.
she watched, transfixed, as lilith reached across to snatch the little postcards out of her hands. the one of Icarus she had described – where they glued pretend wings to her shoulder blades with hot wax so she could look convincingly angelic and doomed – was not among them.
her lips pursed – they were not bruised, though ava had pressed all her strength into them back at the bar. dizzy with it, her, and the slight copper taste to her mouth. alcohol hid the truth only slightly.
“this,” she flipped one of the paintings onto the table. tape running between them. “it is art, no matter where it came from. or did you think it was all bloodless, all the time?”
as though to punctuate this, her amber eyes darted up to find ava’s. they seemed deep and liquid. livid things that made ava shiver. “what about the rest of it? the fact that-”
“i am a girl now?” her laugh was soft, strange. wistful. “no one has painted me in 400 years, you know? this child is someone else. you imagine vampires as though death stopped us, but we’re still alive. we are not frozen like glass. so long as there is blood in our veins and not too much light in the world, we live and we can be changed.”
the tapes – fragile things made of film and plastic now laced with lilith’s halting voice, had placed a little girl on the docks of some city that might not exist anymore, now. swallowed by time or changed by it. lilith (“that wasn’t my name, then.”) in bare feet, squinting at sunlight. fingers in her mouth to check the condition of her teeth.
at the table in her loose shirt, her jeans and her hair now loose around her shoulders. ava could hardly make the two images match. she was also afraid, somewhere.
of all the blood it had taken to bring lilith here.
the girl in question leaned back, pulling another cigarette from her pocket, instead of from the open pack on the table. she lit it, then, with a click of her fingers – and ava jumped almost out of her seat.
“fuck”
“this surprises you?” a raised eyebrow and lilith was, is unfairly beautiful. she is centuries wrapped in skin and now that she is not pretending to pretend ava can see how the first sharp hit of weed makes her incisors grow down to trouble her bottom lip.
they catch the light. ava didn’t think they would.
“I’m going to make coffee,” she blurted. trying to look away from the glow at the end of lilith’s cigarette. the room was not very well-lit and the windows were papered in old newssheets. one of them, Ava saw from the corner of her eye as she stood and moved unsteadily into the kitchen, was from the day they shot JFK.
i guess nothing is sacred, to a vampire.
she stole a cigarette, first, putting it between her teeth as she hunted mugs (plural, to be polite) and filters and a bag of coffee pinched shut with a paperclip. as the machine made agonised noises, Ava followed muscle memory to the stove, twisting the gas knob with the cigarette still between her teeth.
nothing.
“um, lilith?”
“yes?” the vampire in question sat watching. the very vision of calm.
“your stove is fucked.”
“I don’t have it hooked up since, well… i don’t use it.”
blood. right. not exactly the sort of thing you heat up on the stove. especially if you’re a vampire, according to lilith’s horrible descriptions. ava hated (and tingled oddly at the thought) of how lilith had sat playing with her own fingers as she talked about the taste of blood – “indescribable, really. it tastes like blood, but from the perspective of a mouth to which blood is life itself.”
of running through streets – in war, in famine, during sieges when the night sky reflected only fire. lilith and her coven (“all dead now, sadly. or, well, i am not very sad about it”) crashing aristocrat parties in the 50s. in Paris, “she wore all her battle scars, that city. and the women were so pretty and so sad.”
she described it all like poetry. the flow of blood from mouth to mouth in the odd incestuous thing that is a coven. how people taste different – rich or bland or too much iron. fatty blood running fast into her mouth, or slow blood you have to suck when the heartbeat starts running out.
but vampires do not eat the dead. it made things a dance. slow-torture meals with victims sitting variously restrained (by broken bones, by pain, by fear) on their pretty little sofas. hot quick kills up against the wall of an alley.
“does it feel like murder?”
a delicate shrug, and halfway through their conversation ava thinks she can tell when lilith lies. “does it feel like that to you when you bite into a chicken leg? or do you not eat meat, little bird?”
so no stove. cool.
ava stares at her cigarette until lilith’s fingers – click – draw her eyes back to that side of the room. “i do have a lighter, ava.”
and there, her name is in the room. in lilith’s mouth like she is trying the taste of it.
“also this.” ava is too dazzled by the sudden dance of flame on the end of her cigarette to see the motion lilith makes, but she hears a second click resound through the room. odd acoustics with all that newspaper blocking the glass.
something off, but ava can’t quite describe what it is. “i though fire was one of the things that can kill you?”
“your point?”
ava poured out two cups of coffee and yes, her hands shook. tapping ash into the tray on the countertop (they were everywhere, in every room. it didn’t seem like lilith’s sort of handiwork, but ava can deal with being skin on the side. she didn’t want to dwell on who else might live here)
(what else)
Ava carried the coffees back to the table. words a little garbled with the cigarette pinched between her teeth. “doesn’t it seem weird that you can make fire when it’s also dangerous to you?”
“you can be killed with fire, ava.”
she sat down, “okay but I can’t, like, summon it with my bare hands.”
“true.” lilith sipped at her coffee. though, from what ava knew, it tasted absolutely indifferent to her. those fangs had disappeared again, but she still had a joint dangling from her fingers. burning away. “i don’t know why we can make flame, really. something to do with hellfire?”
ava couldn’t tell if she was joking. didn’t ask, then, and didn’t ask when lilith let slip in the hot wet dark later that she was more afraid of water. or had been, or was.
she couldn’t tell.
only that it was the middle of the night, and tomorrow lilith would probably be gone. vanished along with this hardly-used apartment sitting vacant under some invented name.
ava was clinging to it by her fingertips. this, and-
(i wanted to go)
she writes this later. it is the only part of the story that is definitely true.
(this is how it ends)
“don’t you worry about it?” Ava looks up, and water from the showerhead scatters onto her lower jaw and she thinks, again, of the livid shape of Lilith, in the dark which is where Ava thinks she belongs – and also here, with her heavy warm weight pressing them both beneath the flow of hot water.
“worry about what?”
“hellfire?” ava chose that moment – perhaps poorly – to dart a look up at Lilith’s face. away from her cock but ghosting one hand closer to it.
she feels lilith move closer. there are still secrets between them but little else, now. lilith gasps as ava touches her, takes her in one hand and coaxes lilith down to kiss her with the other. she tastes like blood very faintly. by the time they are done she will taste of Ava’s blood.
(but not yet)
Ava gasps as lilith draws a line through her centre, gathering her onto her long fingers. soaking her as the water flows over her shoulders. there is steam everywhere.
“no,” she whispers, her lips drifting down to ava’s neck.
#warrior nun#avalil#ava x lilith#vamp au#the formatting didn't quite keep for me but it's fine#anon#specifically an interview with the vampire au bkdlskdlsks
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holy heifer I have so many questions about your hungry smilers au, I love it so much. Do some of the properties or effects last even after the hunt is over (like how Alan gets back/neck pains)? Do the others know of Pim’s mild resistance to The Hunger? When in the hunt are they aiming to eat or just kill the victim? What about the boss? Is he aware of what’s going on? Is it affecting him? Is he ever curious as to why the smiling friends are acting different or does he ignore it? You said Pim is fully aware of what goes down but what about the others? Is it more awareness for some of them and less for others? How do Pim’s claws work? Ohhhh there is just so much to ponder about with your au it’s soooo goooood
OG AU Post for those confused
I'm glad you're enjoying my lil AU so far! You got a lotta questions and I got a lot of answers let's go!
1:
The hunger is a stubborn and impulsive state. It tends to "leak" out when not on a hunt. Particularly if they've gone without eating for awhile. If hungry it can be difficult to keep from showing signs that something is amiss. Subtle stuff out first: twitchiness, trouble focusing, mood swings... But as time goes on it becomes harder to hide: Constant smiling, extreme impulsivity(lashing out), urges to eat being nearly impossible to resist. If they can't keep it together enough to do their job without being noticed they usually stay back at the office while one of the others takes their place for that hunt.
If they are fed though they remain in proper control of themselves but cannot control of they change forms or not. Little bits of their other forms are still a constant though.
Allan, as stated goes through a lot of neck and back pain, his proportions are never quite right. It's very subtle but his neck still stretches instinctively.
Charlie gets pounding headaches and his tounge is still two. If he coughs hard enough he could accidentally spit a couple drops of acid.
Glep still has small fangs when he opens his mouth.
Pim usually gets sore all throughout his chest and back. A physical giveaway is the permanent black splotches that line his back from below the neck to the base of the spine.
2:
Yes they are aware. It almost costs them hunts sometimes. The only reason he can even begin to fight it is because he starves himself of flesh often and it has trained him to resist The Hunger. Granted it's not much but that moment of resistance he can give could mean life or death for the victim.
3:
When on a hunt the overall goal is to feed. Depending on how ravenous The Hunger is that day, they'll eat till satisfied and that's when they regain control or they will be able to regain control long enough to bring the body back for the whole office to share.
4:
Ohohoho see I've thought long and hard about this since the beginning. Excuse me being a little cryptic up ahead here because I think leaving things up for others to theorize is fun.
What I WILL reveal is Mr.Boss knows more than he lets on. In fact he is the reason The Hunger is such a thing. He's not afflicted by it himself but he has his own motives for causing it. As I told one of my friends before metaphorically Mr.Boss is playing chess and the Smiling Friends are just his pawns in a bigger picture.
Now I'll add to the answer with more questions for you to think about. Why have they never been caught by authorities nor even questioned when the killings so clearly all link to the Smiling Friends company. Why does the media never seem to report on these killings? Why are there never any police records kept accurate? (Files mislabeled as perpetrator unknown or missing persons)
5:
Pim has a slightly higher level of awareness as the others. What makes him notable the fact he can use that awareness to, like previously stated, hesitate against The Hungers will somewhat. Either way to all of them it's like looking through foggy glass mentally. It can be a bit hard for them to tell what's going on and they have to make an active effort to clear the brain fog. Sometimes it's easier to let the mental fog do it's thing though, at least they won't have to think about the life they just took.
6:
Pims extra limbs form from a thick substance that oozes out of patches on his back. This substance shapes itself and rematerializes to match his true arms as much as possible. This is highly imperfect though. As you've probably noticed, the extra arms all bend in unusual ways. Too many joints, imperfect joints.
Because of the substance they were made out of they can stretch or rematerialize partially on the fingers. This is the premise for his claws. All that needs to happen is some reorganizing on a molecular level and suddenly those claws are harder than and sharper than a razor. The claws can rematerialize back into normal looking hands as well depending on the nessisary situation. It is of note though his true limbs cannot do any of that.
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OOOOOO REQUEST ARE OPEN(ish)??!?!?!??!!??!?!?!??!!!!
Is it just for the mafia AU or are they open in general? Does your no nsfw rule still apply? Does Azul still dress like my local neighborhood pimp or his he just. Business man? I know he keeps the cane which is very lavender pimp of him but still-
So the no nsfw rule no longer applies, the requests are open(ish) because people keep sending me things about yutu and i am bad at saying no ;-; I'm planning on leaving things this way until sometime next week as starting on the 16th I will be on a defacto haitus once classes start. I still intend to write but I'll be very very busy, so I would like to just focus on what I find interesting, which will likely be longfics as I find writing them to be soothing.
Azul has a lot more variety in his fashion in the Mafia AU. He's very focused on the optics of how he looks so he spends a lot of time picking out what he wears depending on what he's going to do. He saves the pimp fits for when he's touring his businesses and meeting with clients in need of his... services. When he's appearing in public as a "normal" member of the community he dresses more like a typical businessman. An extremely stylish businessman with expensive tastes and a fondness for oceanic accents, but a businessman nonetheless. The cane was a gift from his step-father once his career really started taking off, and he likes the air of authority it adds to him when he's in business meetings. It also helps him keep up an illusion of physical frailty, Azul is strong enough to crack someone's skull open with that cane but you would never guess that from the way he acts, and if the cane isn't enough he always has a gun tucked somewhere into his suit, even when he's visiting Yuu.
Speaking of that, while Azul typically leaves the information gathering to Jade and his handpicked crew, he does have a few aliases he uses to go places he wouldn't be able to otherwise. Sometimes it's his employees so he can see what their jobs are like for himself and think up ways to make them better, but most of the time it's so he can do normal things without attracting attention. Mundane things like play chess in the park, shop for groceries when he's in the mood to cook for himself, go to a record store he likes that's in Leona's part of town and wouldn't want to serve him otherwise....
And maybe spy on the person who scammed him out of a lucrative piece of real estate and fall a little bit in love with the simplicity of their life. Among other things.
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Mera mera mera!!! What do you think Leona and Vil would be like if they were horrendously down bad for reader? I can't imagine them being lovey dovey but I feel like they're the same brand of accidentally-gets-obsessed-with-someone-they-shouldnt-even-care-less-about
Omg lovestruck Leona and Vil!!!!!! There are too many thoughts in my mind. :D
Leona smiles more. Whether he's watching you as you bicker over snacks with Ruggie or cheer Jack on as he's trying to beat a weight-lifting record, there's a very faint smile on his face. His features soften when he sees you enjoying yourself or having a good time with your friends. He's complained before that you're too noisy, but truthfully he doesn't mind it as much anymore. He thinks you're cute when you're enthusiastic about something. If anyone notes he's smiling, he's quick to scowl at them, maybe even growling lowly in warning: Say another word, I dare you.
Leona's quite intelligent, though it can be difficult to know this fact when he ditches class so frequently. But I like to think he's spent enough time poking around in the botanical gardens to be able to identify some of the blossoms growing there. Maybe he naps in areas where many flowers bloom because they remind him of you. Flowers may look fragile and yet they're incredibly strong, much like you. For all of the grousing he does, he's always secretly impressed at your strength and how you've managed to fare in a world where magic is so common. Additionally, he considers what flowers are most like you. He wouldn't do something so cheesy as gathering them for a bouquet, but he does think about plucking one to tuck behind your ear. <3
Leona tells himself he'll never be good enough to be anyone's number one. He's always left in second place, overshadowed by someone better and greater. He'll never be king no matter how hard he tries, but when you give him all of your attention, all of your time, all of your kindness, he feels like a king. He feels seen and heard. You listen to him; you entertain him. You're terrible at chess, yet you beg him to play you each time because you're just having fun being with him. And Leona's never known these feelings before. He's never known how it feels to be appreciated as he is.
Many call him a lazy, careless prince, but he's far from it. He knows how to lead a pack, even if his methods aren't the most princely at times. He knows how to take charge and do what's right for those in his corner. He makes decisions based on what's best for Savanaclaw because he does care about his pack. But after having been told his entire life he'll never be anything more than second place, constantly struggling to cast his own shadow, his motivation is lacking and he can't find it in him to give it it his all unless it's a competition to prove he's the best, to show everyone he's number one at something, to become what he's always wanted to be since he was young. But with you around he never has to prove anything. With you, he's just Leona. And though he's normally so arrogant, he's sweeter to you in subtle ways.
As for Vil, everything you say and do has him feeling so over the moon with delight. He can hide his attraction because he's an actor and he's played so many roles that he's become well-informed on how to veil certain emotions and feelings from the prying eyes of others. Vil is harsher on you, seemingly singling you out at times, but it's only because he knows you can become even better. He may seem overwhelmingly tough on you, but he really does care and wants you to be able to shine at your fullest potential. And most of all he wants you to feel good while you're shining! Truthfully, he encourages you to do your best and more because when you feel good it makes his world seem a little brighter.
Vil uses you as his own motivation. Knowing that you will see him in class, that you will approach him and talk to him, that he will continue to fall for you as time passes motivates him to do his best, not only physically and academically but emotionally as well. He knows how it feels to be viewed as a villain, to be unable to stay on stage until the very end, so he wants to be worthy of your attention and adoration.
He wants to be the hero of his life. It's one thing to be a main character, but that won't mean anything if he can't prove that he's worthy of being the lead in his own life. Vil always struggles with that. It's frustrating to work so hard for something that is just always out of your grasp. He learns that he should just focus on being himself. Whether villain or hero, he'll always be Vil at the end of the day and you'll always accept him for who he is.
When Vil is in love, he wants to do his best to win your heart as Vil. Not as the celebrity actor and model Vil (because that Vil can have anyone and anything). But as Vil: your classmate and friend who is more than the roles he plays, who is his own unique person, who always does his best in spite of hardship and doubt. Like Leona, Vil also smiles more and he admires you with so much adoration in his gaze. He's prone to giving you cosmetics he thinks will be best for you. Vil loves to give you things; he claims he's only doing that to help you improve your self-care routines, Rook always notices the underlying meanings (nothing ever escapes his eyes). Vil knows he's stupidly, stubbornly in love, but that won't stop him from continuing to show his appreciation for you in the ways he knows best.
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this took way longer than expected but im back!
quick warning: this ask is really really long so putting that separation banner thing might help but if not, i hope this doesn’t bother anyone who has this pop up on their dash 😞🙏 (and please don’t hate me if it does)
important timestamps in pepe’s stream:
0:33 — pepe smiles and waves
1:21 — idk what this is but it’s so cute
3:54 — he got embarrassed 😭😭
9:03 — this is just attractive tbh
12:38 — 😊😊 (but really though why is he so casually attractive this is so unfair)
16:03 — his laugh…
12:33 — praising his mum
18:13 — from “i’m so sad” (x3) to “just get good mate”
18:37 — chitter chatter
19:32 — laugh
20:15 — quick flex 🤭😋
30:25 — his inner dork shows up and starts rating pokémon for us
42:19 — quick drop of the f-word
43:05 — bro idk this is just so cute he looks like that one specific picture of an otter begging for food with its paws together 😭😭
51:55 — quick mention of an incident (or backstory?) regarding his name that he proceeds to not tell us about
53:09 — this isn’t really pepe but christian has such a stupid sense of humour and icl i laughed
1:00:40 — christian’s stupid humour shows up again and this si the exact kind of joke i’d laugh so hard at and make under very specific circumstances and PEPE’S laugh is just so endearing here i love him so much
1:02:38 — pepe is good at chess, according to christian. don’t know if this is true— i used to play too but i forgot the rules and my family exclusively plays checkers (everyone’s insanely good at it) so i currently have zero knowledge about chess.
1:04:32 — “too tall 😞😞” (again, not for me, because my head would be right at chest level, as you so perfectly put into perspective for me😋😋)
1:05:55 — “kimi was always perfect” talk by christian and pepe
1:07:07 — pepe’s upset, christian says exactly what i’d say to him (this is just sweet tbh)
1:09:40 — quick stretch 🥰🥰
1:10:58 — i might be biased but i just think he’s so good at explaining and putting into perspective what exactly happens/happened during the race for us non-drivers
1:11:20 — ^^
1:11:37 — also so endearing
1:12:50 — sportsmanship or whatever but i love that he’s so respectful towards everyone
1:13:38 — kendall jenner mention by christian, also don’t knowwhat it is about this moment but it made me feel something about their friendship with sebastian (i don’t know how to put this feeling into words but i think they are mostly positive feelings)
1:24:33 — quick little dance to gata only (why’s he literally doing my default dance though 😭😭) but it’s okay i just think it’s so adorable
1:25:25 — CORRECTION: he can bench 138kg… which is insane to me but also he can do 150 on leg press?? that’s like three of me bro that’s so scary (🥰🤭😍😊) to think about
1:27:10 — christian reacts to pepe’s fitness the way i would (insanely)
1:38:56 — driving driving 🏎️🏎️ (really long section where i wanted to stare at him but was also enchanted and captivated by the smooth driving)
1:50:16 — “that’s what they said” joke 🤨📸
1:54:55 — quick thumbs up and a smile (what a lovable sweetheart)
2:12:00 — quick 🫶 followed by him crossing his arms
i’m sure there are more significant moments than this (like when he accidentally launched a tomato at christian in their game ((this is significant to me because again, i have a really stupid sense of humour and laughed really hard at that too)) but this is all i recorded and they’re mainly significant because they made me feel things (🤥🤥)
okay that’s it, bye bye!! some of the timestamps at the start (ish) might be a little off and you might’ve already watched the entire video but i hope this was helpful for you and anyone who may come across this (tbh this wasn’t an entirely selfless endeavour but anyway)— until next time (if and when new pepe content is dropped)!
p.s. i hope you also have a lovely lovely day ahead jackie!!
- 🪷
i'm very late but omFG i love you so much? you're crazy good ????? this was such a pleasure to read and watch, thank u sm 😭💗
(ppl cant hate since its about pepe <3<3 sorry not sorry guys)
0:33 and 1:21 – such a gorgeous boy :(( i love him so much :(((( i also don't really understand what's happening at 1:21 but his smile and laughter after makes me melt
3:54 – HE'S SO EMBARRASSED LMAO WHAT A CUTIE ?? he just doesn't stop laughing, and the little blush on his cheeks... the way his voice changes and 😭
9:03 – he's SO attractive and for what? he's not even doing anything?? but the arms around the chair..... and like i'm a knuckle cracker and hand/finger stretcher as well so whenever he does it i just melt bcs i find it so hot :( also him when chris goes "ÖÖÖÖÖÖ" into the mic and then complaining about the music being so loud idK HES JUST SO CUTE DOING PRETTY MUCH NOTHING BYE–
12:38 – casually attractive is a very fitting term for him... how is it possible ???
16:03 – I WANNA SCREAM AND CRY ?????? no his smile is the most adorable thing ever. i rlly wanna make a pepe laughter compilation but then i would never do anything productive ever again....
16:33 – mum mention <3<3 boys who are appreciative of their mothers <3<3<3<3
18:13 – the switchup 😭 and also him emphasizing "so", like "i'm SO sad"....... and also also his laughter after it 😭 and when he does that kind of like chortle thing? like at the back of his mouth thing? idk what it's called in english, someone help????? idk it's adorable anyway
18:37 – my bestie translated for me but i still understood nothing 💔 HE SOUNDS SO CUTE THO like him speaking spanish is always so 💗
19:32 – BABYYYYYYY!!!!! he is the most adorable person ever, im not even kidding
20:15 – oh i'm totally okay, no worries 👍
30:25 – I LOVE THIS i have no knowledge of pokemons (that was an overstatement, i know stuff but i haven't played since i was like 10) but i love that sm, dorky boys >>>>> the way he speaks about them is so cute idc. also him saying that pokemon is a very important thing to him is so 😭
42:19 – i definitely did not clip this the second i first read through this ask.... no but like why was that so attractive 🫠🫠 not fair (also him apologizing for it?? b a b y)
43:05 – IM CRYING I KNOW JUST WHAT U MEAN BUT I CANT FIND IT 😭😭
adorable tho ^^
51:55 – why does he not say more about this?? wth??? can someone fill me in ??????????? (fits very well with something i've written for the college!pepe fic tho 🤭)
53:09 & 1:00:40 – i love chris :(( i love both of their senses of humor omg, and pepe's laugh yet again..... my heart is going crazy
1:02:38 – okay i actually know NO chess, like i know the rules but nothing else. i don't even like it usually, but pepe playing chess........ why is that attractive 🫠🫠 and being able to talk while doing it also? he looks so smart? and even doing speed chess???? waaaaaaah 😭 and chris praising him 🙃 (checkers is so cool tho, i do not know the rules but anytime i watch anyone play it im very impressed)
1:04:32 – not too tall for you 🥰 that makes me very happy 🥰 i used to have a thing for boys the same height as me but not anymore so pepe bby you're definitely not too tall <3<3
1:05:55 – i forget sometimes that drivers like them are around the same age as kimi and would've driven against him in karting lol, like i forget that even pepe and kimi are in the same category rn ?? idk life is just 😵💫😵💫
1:07:07 – "i'm always going to think you're doing a good job" ��� so relatable 🥺 also pepe's grin when he's being praised.......
1:09:40 – oh im alright, thanks for asking 🫡🫡 no issues, my heart definitely isn't going crazy
1:10:58 – oh yes definitely !! as someone who can't even drive a regular car, i still understand very well? and all of the details are so interesting, i love hearing them talk about it. being nerdy about the stuff you like is soooo attractive ??? idk maybe that's just me tho
1:11:37 – nyeoooommmm 🥺 baby
1:12:50 – love love love that, i feel like the two of them are quite often very honest in interviews and such? like when they went on the feeder series pod together, they had no issues criticizing stuff they don't like. and so like the same here, they aren't just saying this because they're friends with gabri i feel, it's just honesty and 🥺 it's very endearing
1:13:38 – that was so random 😭 also funny how he mentioned seb but didn't then think about the fact that seb was there and probs could've ran into her ?? 😭 but yea idk their trio friendship is so endearing idk
1:24:33 – more spanish making me weak in my knees even as im sitting down 😶 aND CUTIE DANCE!!!!!! god he rlly got my thoughts running... like listening to songs in spanish with him and dancing and him singing along and just ??? no i cant take it (ALSO PLS THATS SO CUTE KSDHFFK DANCE W HIM!!!)
1:25:25 – okay so like two days ago when i went to the gym, i was like "ain't no way pepe is gonna beat me in leg press" so i went and did 160kg just out of pure stubbornness 😶 i've never done over like 110 or 120kg but i was determined. however, i did *not* attempt to beat him in bench because i can only do max like 60kg LMAO so nope. but yeah it's definitely insane...... scary in a good way 🥰
1:27:10 – chris is very relatableeeeeeeeeeee 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠 gosh
1:38:56 – him driving is so...... also idk why i love the sight of him wearing gloves for the sim AAAAAAA like i know it's not an uncommon thing but still like... idk it's just attractive 😶 and him driving that smoothly and easily while also chatting???? stop it pepe im blushing-
1:50:16 – ......no comment
1:54:55 – prettiest baby boy in the world, i kid you not
2:12:00 – who allowed him to first be the cutest cutie ever and then cross his arms like that, eye-
again tysm!! this stream gave me new hope in life 😭 whenever i feel bad i just go and watch it and...... well yeah 🥺 hope you have a lovely lovely weekend darling!!!! <3<3
#i hope u didnt mean that u wont be back before he drops new content 🥺 bcs drop by anytime you feel like it#i love this smmmmmm gonna go back every day#asks!#anon!#lotus anon!#🪷!#pepe marti
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PJSK BOYS + random prompts.
!! gender neutral reader, completely sfw, fluff. tw ? none?? mentions of reader being sick on akito's part though, and mentions of reader wearing a bit of lipstick on toya's part. ( song recco )
!! AKITO SHINONOME ( "you stayed up...all night...for them. oh... dude.. you're in love..." )
akito was anxious. you haven't been replying to his texts, and you haven't been attending classes this whole week. he even tried asking your classmates, which was rare. but there was no change of outcome.
ena has been worrying because of his lack of sleep. giving him glances from the dinner table when they were eating together, she's been complaining that he wasn't eating and that the male was just staring at his food, but it'd be obvious to everyone that she's obviously worried, just didn't want to admit it.
the younger shinonome was now sitting on his bed, taking quick glances from his phone, to see if you've replied.
3:45 am. his phone lit up because of a notification.
he sighs in annoyance only to see that it was from toya, asking if he was okay.
maybe it was time to sleep, he thought. he's also tired of waiting for a response, even though it was a weekend tomorrow.
morning arrived, akito immediately checked his phone, only to see useless notifications. he rubbed his eyes and made his way to the living room, to see his older sister's head placed on the palm of her hand while sitting down beside the kitchen table.
the girls eyes lit up slightly upon seeing her brother, "hey, sit down and eat. i made you breakfast."
"you dumbass, i care about you, stop sleeping so late just for a reply. they wouldn't want you to be doing this just because your worried about them." he hated the fact that she was right.
akito ran his hands through his soft hair and fixed his position, "and you stayed up... all night... for them. oh... dude.. you're in love..." his eyes shot up, "what?"
"think about it."
as she said that, a reply finally came from his phone that was rested beside the plate.
"i'm sorry for making you worry. i'm fine."
!! TOYA AOYAGI ( "if you lose, i have to give you a kiss!" )
you were absolutely horrible at chess. you have annoyed yor boyfriend into giving in to teaching you, but to no avail, you still sucked, placing small little bets like "if you win.. then i won't annoy you for a day!" or "if you win, i'll take care of myself today!"
today, you made a bet that made the male question almost every move.
"hm.. if you lose, i have to give you a kiss!" was that really a punishment though?
his lips were thin, while you were waiting for a response. he smiles softly, "okay."
it was already obvious to the both of you that you were going to lose, but oh.. how.. did you win this round?
the answers' obvious, is it not? you had toya aoyagi completely smitten for your love.
he turns his head to you- "i lost." he says, almost proudly, while smirking. you were smiling ear to ear, if he knew you'd be smiling like that, he would have already lost on purpose a few matches ago.
you stood up from your chair, and softly kissed him on his cheek, a very faint lipstick mark was left.
he let out a small scoff as you went back to your seat, until you realized.
"hey, did you do that on purpose?!"
!! RUI KAMISHIRO ( “I think they saw us..” “oh, so what?" )
a model student and a very questionable one, who knew that they'd be together? a weird pair, really.
"i can't believe you're ruining your record just to ditch with me." rui said, smirking. you roll your eyes, "says you. you practically forced me here." "you didn't technically try to refuse though."
his hand still holding your wrist whilst you both chill at the rooftop, "you can let go of my wrist, you know" he shakes his head, refusing. "aren't you worried someone might see us?"
"obviously."
and then suddenly, students by pair started coming by for lunch. "i think they saw us.." you sigh while the taller male scoffs, "oh, so what? let them be." you truly admire how carefree he was when it came to you.
"we could always just run back to the classroom."
"i guess." you scoffed, but nevertheless accepted it.
!! TSUKASA TENMA ( "you’re definitely in love, all you ever talk about is them.” “i’m not in love, they’re just always on the back of my mind- oh.” )
"are you sure you're not in love..? you've been rambling about them ever since.. well ever since you've called us here man." rui questioned, tilting his head, while nene was looking at the blonde haired male in absolute disappointment.
"or are you just in denial?" she deadpans, emu just there observing.
"you're definitely in love, all you ever talk about is them."
"i'm not in love, they're just always on the back of my mind- oh." and there, he finally realized.
"..maybe i am?" he winces, "you definitely are." emu finally chips in, "now, we need a plan on how to confess!"
"already!? i just realized! let my admire them for at least just a week as a crush!"
"look at the bright side, you aren't gonna be bitchless anymore if they like you back."
"wait that makes sense."
"WAIT BUT I WAS NEVER EVEN BITCHLE-"
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Silas and Wren #6
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Warnings: lots of slavery talk, dehumanization, mention of measles, death mentions
“Do you miss your family?” asked Master.
“Hm? Oh. I dunno.” Wren looked down at the board. “I didn’t know my mom very well. Your move.”
Master moved his rook over three spaces.
“Me either,” admitted Master. “What about your dad?”
“I never met him,” he said. Wren moved up his pawn.
“Oh. Siblings?”
“I don’t know if I have any.”
“Well that sucks.” Master’s candidness almost made him laugh.
“I guess I miss that I don’t have any family? If that makes sense.”
“No, I get it,” said Silas, “How come you didn’t get to know your mother? Surely you were with her for a while.”
“Oh, I was sold off at eight. Master Lewett didn’t like keeping his slaves' children around. Check.”
Master hummed as he studied the board. Wren didn’t really like chess. He didn’t mind complicated rules, but the pieces and the board were so boring.
Silas moved his bishop in front of his king. Damn.
“What was your mom’s name?”
“He called her Willow.” Wren liked carcassonne more than chess. The colorful pieces in the shape of little men were fun. More than the black and white chess set.
He saw an opening that Silas had missed.
“Checkmate.”
“Dang.”
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Silas told Wren he would be out running errands all day. It was true, but he couldn’t tell Wren what he was doing. He couldn’t forgive himself if he got Wren’s hopes up and failed.
“Hello, sir! Is everything okay with your purchase? We do have a return policy-”
He made his way back to the slavehouse. If he could just find that salesman again…
“No, no, everything’s fine. I was wondering, is there a way to track down a specific slave?” he asked.
“Well…” said the man, stroking his chin. “I suppose it’s possible. Do you have the name of an owner, or anything specific?”
“A Mr. James Lewett? He owned a woman he called Willow, who had a child while serving him. I’m looking to purchase her.”
“I’ll see what I can do. One of the other slavehouses may know the name. There will be costs involved, however, and I can’t promise anything.”
“That’s fine. And I’ll pay whatever you need to get it done.”
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The salesman, Mark, promised to look for Wren’s mother and family. It hadn’t cost much actually, just a fee for Mark’s time, and a small amount for postage. All he had to do was wait.
It wasn’t fair that Wren didn’t know where his mom was. Even though Silas had his own issues with his family, at least he knew they were alive. He knew where he came from, knew his last name, his family’s personalities.
Wren couldn’t say the same for his family. He didn’t even know who his dad was. Or even if he had siblings.
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Waiting for the information was killing him. Keeping such a big secret from Wren was difficult, but he couldn’t afford to tell him what he was up to. What if Mark didn’t find anything? Or worse?
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Days turned to weeks, weeks turned into a month, until a month and a half into waiting, Silas finally got a letter.
Dear Mr. Raventoothe,
Please forgive the delay. Your request was rather in-depth, and oddly difficult to investigate.
I contacted Mr. Lewett. Regretfully, Mr. Lewett had sold ‘Willow’ some years ago, to a slavehouse. He has no recollection of any potential relatives of ‘Willow’, nor any potential slaves who may have fathered your purchase (forgive the assumption, I presume that’s what this is about).
Mr. Lewett indicated ‘Willow’ may have birthed several children, but not under his ownership. Your companion was her only child during her years there, according to his memory.
I did reach out to the slavehouse, and according to their records, 'Willow' (designated 11053) was sold to a Mrs. Benson.
Mrs. Benson died of old age a year ago. At my request, the family went through her records and found this:
11053 was renamed ‘Honey’, and worked as Mrs. Benson’s maid for many years. The family has fond memories of her, and she was one of their favorites. Unfortunately, ‘Honey’ died from a measles outbreak five years ago. My condolences.
I also reached out to the slavehouse where Lewett purchased ‘Willow/Honey’, but they closed due to a fire and reopened in another location. The files were either destroyed in the blaze or lost in the move. However, It may please you to know that no merchandise was harmed in the accident.
It pains me to tell you that it is impossible to locate any potential father or siblings of your companion. Slaves are often renamed, relocated, or sold and purchased privately. Often there are no records of their children until they are sold, and it is rare their parentage is noted in any capacity.
Regards, Mark.
P.S: Enclosed is the remaining postage fee that I did not use.
God damn it. Silas teared up. Willow was dead. From illness that could have been prevented. She had died five whole years ago, and Wren had no idea. And he probably had brothers and sisters out there. Living siblings that he would never know.
It wasn’t fair. Sniffling, he stuffed the letter back in its envelope and shoved it in his desk.
He’d keep the letter, but Wren didn’t need to know that he failed to locate his mom. Maybe at some point he’d tell Wren his mother passed away, but for now the letter would stay hidden in his desk drawer.
“Is everything alright, Master?”
He whirled around.
“Yeah! Yeah, everything’s fine,” he said, wiping his eyes. Wren looked a little suspicious, but said nothing.
“Um,” his mind raced. “How about a game of carcassonne?” He knew that was Wren’s favorite.
“Okay,” said Wren, still unsure. Silas got out the box. Thankfully, he ordered the river expansion and they hadn’t played with it yet.
Hopefully Wren wouldn’t notice how distracted he was.
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Writers' Month 2024 masterlist
Here's the full list of the fics I wrote for @writersmonth this year! The series is here - 40,965 words!
destiny - destiny, unbroken, Tolkien, G, 623 words, Legolas thinks about Aragorn and his destiny, and that he has managed to achieve it against all the odds.
running - run, Tolkien, G, 363 words, the Three Hunters have one goal - to rescue their friends from the Uruk-Hai. There is nothing more they can do for the others, but they can yet help Merry and Pippin - and so they run.
laughter - lost no more, Tolkien, G, 605 words, the twins are reunited with their mother at last.
fairy | stage - light show, Tolkien, G, 295 words, Sigrid stands in the wings, utterly entranced, watching Tauriel and the rest give the show of their lives, lit up by the most spectacular light show Sigrid has ever seen.
choice - really no choice at all, Tolkien, G, 2103 words, a messenger arrives in Rivendell and the twins must make their choice at last.
flame | forest - off his guard, Tolkien, G, 1188 words, Aragorn, camping alone in the wilds and waiting for any sign of the Halfling nearing Bree, suddenly realises he is not alone in the woods.
tattoo parlour - together, completed, Tolkien, G, 453 words, after thirty-odd years, Bard and Thranduil finally manage to make something permanent together.
dawn | castle - away, away, Tolkien, G, 870 words, Legolas stands on the balcony of Imrahil's bedroom and watches a ship sailing North as dawn breaks.
clock | museum - set the record straight, Tudors OT3-'verse, G, 696 words, The weekend after the John Norwich episode airs, Ellie and Ahmed give a talk at the Town House.
season - a little box of salt, Tolkien, G, 1230 words, Sam has lost something dear to him, and Legolas offers to help him get it back.
snow - an ill omen, King Arthur (2004), G, 692 words, the unseasonal snow north of the Wall does not bode well, Gawain thinks.
birds | library - the birds know, Tolkien, G, 707 words, the birds are behaving strangely, the twins notice, in their last weeks in Rivendell, flocking and calling, fluttering from tree to tree, landing sometimes on railings and rooftops, and watching, always watching.
dark - get the real story out, Tudors OT3-'verse, G, 901 words, an actors' panel interview in the OT3-'verse.
college | lonely - all part of the service, original (but Tolkien-adjacent), G, 983 words, Bran has had a very long and trying day; thankfully Rowan is there to make sure he switches off.
glow | lake - the last light of the sun, King Arthur (2004), G, 786 words, there’s a tarn not far from the Wall, where the people of the fortress sometimes go to swim when the weather is too hot to do anything else, and one long summer evening Gawain and Galahad steal away…tonight they don’t want to be disturbed, or to share the water with others.
ache | ship - the last ship to leave Middle-Earth, Tolkien, G, 852 words, the twins, waiting for the last ship to cast off, are in two minds as to whether they're doing the right thing.
red - red, Tolkien, G, 249 words, his cloak is lined with red, the colour of blood; he is all silver, silver and red, ice and blood and a love he can no longer bear to let himself feel.
bell | attic - Edward Bear, Tolkien, G, 1120 words, Tilda has found something in the attic of Greenwood Hall that brings back memories for Thranduil.
chess | park - lucky indeed, Tolkien, G, 1358 words, Thranduil and Elrond mend some fences.
stone - ever further into danger, Tolkien, G, 1973 words, Pippin cannot resist the Seeing Stone.
hospital - in the meantime, you've got me (chapter 1), Tolkien, G, 1381 words, Théoden awakens somewhere he had not expected.
beast - allow the light back in, Tolkien, G, 2816 words, Thranduil senses an intruder in his forest.
lost - in the meantime, you've got me (chapter 2), Tolkien, G, 3038 words, Théoden, Ioreth and Merry talk about many things, including loss, hope, and being far from home - and come up with a way to distract themselves while they wait for events to be decided, and to give two of their loved ones a chance at happiness into the bargain.
petal - golden flowers everywhere, Tolkien, G, 3501 words, Glorfindel's grave, covered in flowers, no longer exists, and its occupant is reborn and returned to Middle-Earth. The earth, trying to catch up, rather overcompensates.
faith, bar - stairs of wood, stairs of stone, Tolkien, G, 1968 words, Hilda talks Bard out of his despair one evening in Lake-town, and a month or so later, in Dale, talks him into accepting what he has achieved, and the light he has found in the darkness.
fur - something to look after, Tolkien, G, 2146 words, on their way back from the Grey Havens, having seen Elrond and Galadriel and the others onto their ship, the twins and Celeborn stumble upon a rather snappy bundle of fluff…
lightning | office - a storm on the horizon, Tolkien, G, 1179 words, Elrond observes a storm on the horizon, just beyond the boundaries of Imladris, while he waits for news of Frodo and the Ring.
sketch | plane - business class, Tolkien, G, 2381 words, Bard, on his first business trip abroad since his wife died, gets an upgrade to business class, where he finds himself sitting next to someone very intriguing indeed.
sense - corridor of stone, Tolkien, G, 453 words, Legolas is the only one who does not feel fear at the thought of entering the Paths of the Dead.
mischief - laughter in the mountains, Tolkien, G, 694 words, rumours begin to reach the Woodland Realm of something in the peaks of the Misty Mountains, mysterious disembodied laughter - or is it a lament?
double - Wayward Nephews, Tolkien, G, 3359 words, Ioreth has well and truly adopted the twins.
Thank you as always to the @writersmonth mods, and to everyone who prompted me, commented, bookmarked and kudos'd - I have had a whale of a time and I couldn't have done it without you! <33333
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Orange is the New Black (Chapter 1 - Coalescence)
[Chapter 1 - you are here!] // [Chapter 2] – (FFN) (AO3)
Part of @ninjago-fic-fest!
Summary:
A rift opens in the sky above Ninjago City just as Cole continues his track record of falling from tall places. The place he wakes up in isn't the same as the one in which he fell... and who's the kid with a man bun who looks just like him?
When the world ended, it was just another day in the height of midsummer.
Aboard the Destiny’s Bounty, the Ninja team went about their usual days: training, playing video games, and annoying one another. Zane and Lloyd played chess. Master Wu meditated on his spirit smoke, uninterrupted for the moment. Nya and Jay tinkered in the hold, and Kai served as a makeshift spot welder for them as they constructed what would surely be the Ninja’s best weapon.
Cole sat on the bow of the Bounty, alone with his thoughts.
Many hundreds of feet separated him from the earth he loved so well, but it didn’t bother him. He’d been a passenger on the various Bounties since he was a young ninja. As an adult, the drop neither scared nor exhilarated him, even though he’d suffered it before. He’d suffered worse than the fall before.
No, he enjoyed the view from above, watching as the edge of Ninjago City gave way to desert sand. Here in the sand hills, very little grew. His hometown was nearby…
When they landed, he’d give his dad a call. It had been a while, and the anniversary of his mom’s death was coming up soon. He was overdue for a chat anyway.
Cole was so engrossed in his thoughts that at first he didn’t notice the way the sunlight and sky subtly changed color. It was only when magenta light flashed across his eyes, obscuring the sight of the town below, that he finally realized something was happening.
He sat up straight, blinking a few times, wondering if he’d imagined it.
It was light. He’d never seen anything like it before! Bright magenta, stretching out in a line, cleaving the sky into pieces.
The line was branching, and they were all growing.
—
Cole burst into the hold of the ship. “Guys!”
Jay yelled in surprise, dropping a heavy wrench on his foot, and yelled again in pain. “Ow, ow, ow!”
Kai jumped, then turned and glared at Cole. “Not cool buddy!”
“I’m sorry– it’s an emergency!” Cole looked around frantically. “Where’s Nya?”
“She went up to her bunkroom to get something.” Jay gave him a quizzical look as he massaged his injured foot. “Why?”
“We need all hands on deck! Something strange is happening.” Cole gestured for them to follow him. “Come on!”
Kai and Jay shared a quick look, then followed him up the stairs.
The three ninja burst out onto the deck, where a rapidly devolving scene awaited them. Zane and Lloyd were fighting with the rigging, struggling to tie it down. When he saw them, Lloyd’s face lit up with hope. “It’s about time! Give us a hand?”
The other ninja sprung into action, but Cole couldn’t help noticing a strange feeling in the air. Something wasn’t quite right, and it was only getting worse. What was it about this light that made him so uneasy, besides its bizzarre appearance?
When the rigging was tied, Cole pulled Zane aside. “Zane, buddy, do you feel something off?”
Zane frowned, looking around at the strange magenta stripes in the sky. “I am afraid I do not understand what you mean.”
“Remember, you used to have a sixth sense? I don’t know what it is, but it feels like the Rift of Return.” Cole pointed at his scar. “I can feel it, whatever this is. It’s not good.”
“I see. Perhaps it is a portal of some kind?”
There were more stripes of magenta light forming, splitting into what looked like tears. Within them, they saw flashes of strange realms, almost like windows. Behind the rifts were dragons, lava pools, floating islands, unmistakeable mountains, dark caverns, an office building, person-sized snails– all too much to comprehend so fast.
The two brothers shared a worried frown, Cole speaking for both of them. “This isn’t going to end well.”
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By Cole’s best guess, it was about half an hour later when the inevitable occurred.
The tears had widened, spreading out into a star above the center of Ninjago City. In each, a different unfamiliar place could be seen, just as before. There were so many sights, each of them more interesting than the last! None of it mattered much to the Ninja, who were frantically busy with managing the Bounty in the strong wind, and there were too many civilians to save for any of them to cloudgaze.
The moment of true crisis came as Cole was busy lifting a very large, very heavy shipping container. It had fallen from a semi trailer, and from there had trapped an unfortunate family inside their car on a lower overpass.
Just as he lifted it high enough for them to crawl out, Cole heard Lloyd’s voice over his comm.
“Everyone, rendezvous at the Bounty. This storm’s getting worse!”
Cole gave a hasty confirmation, the whole team echoing him, and turned to go. He threw the shipping container aside, throwing himself into Spinjitzu so he could grab the civilians faster. He couldn’t head back until they were safe.
All was well until a piece of flying shrapnel struck him in the chest, throwing him out of Spinjitzu and onto the edge of the overpass. He laid there, dangling free over the edge.
“COLE!” Jay shrieked over the comms, so loud Cole winced. “Stay there! Hold on!”
Cole groaned, looking around. Below him, the drop was at least thirty feet– farther than he could safely fall, and he was slipping.
Lloyd’s voice came over the comms. “Pull yourself up if you can! We’re in trouble here!”
Cole looked back up and began to pull himself up, but he’d been fighting against the storm winds for so long, he was exhausted.
He wished he could reach to trigger his comm and speak without losing his grip… Cole gave a mighty effort, trying to raise himself high enough to climb back up, but it wasn’t enough. The winds and the shrapnel buffeted him, a piece of wood striking him in the chest.
His grip finally failed.
Cole screamed as he fell, directly into a newly-opened rift, and it swallowed him whole.
—
There was a pounding in his head, but Cole was conscious again. It was a feat of strength, considering the immense fall he’d just survived.
He groaned and pushed himself up from the ground, where he’d been laying since the impact. He couldn’t really recall how he got there, other than the pressure and the pain. Perhaps it was simply too fast to recall. It wasn’t like his slow descent from the Bounty so many years ago, into the cloud of Oni magic in Ninjago City. That had been filled with dread; this was empty.
He peeled off his mask and pried his eyes open, only to be greeted with sunlight.
No dark purple cloud of evil magic here. Just a regular, sunny day.
He looked up. He couldn’t see the sun– no judging the time of day, then– but when he squinted, something was… wrong.
The sky was almost the wrong shade of blue… but that was impossible!
Of course, Cole had seen the impossible before.
He looked down and shook his head, noticing for the first time how stiff all his muscles had become. With a groan of pain, he reached up to massage his temples, hoping for his minor headache to subside and be replaced with conscious thought. He needed to focus.
A few minutes later, he finally had the strength to look around.
Cole was in the middle of some kind of grassy field, striped with lines at equal distances from each other. It was perfectly flat, shaped like a rectangle, and had a rubber running track with lengthwise lines surrounded it in an oval shape. Past the track on one side, there were long steel benches. It was quite obviously meant for sports, but Cole didn’t recognize any of it– maybe he just hadn’t spent enough time playing sports when he was a teenager.
He got to his feet and turned around, taking stock of his environment. The place was mostly deserted, save for two teenage boys standing on the track. They were watching him.
Cole waved.
The boys continued staring.
Feeling weird in a number of ways, Cole ignored them for the moment and continued taking stock of his environment. There was something strange about it, in a way he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Things seemed to have a sharper edge than normal, almost shiny in places. Maybe his headache was a sign that he’d gotten a concussion? It didn’t quite explain what he was seeing.
Maybe he’d get some answers from bystanders. The teenagers were still standing where he’d noticed them before. Come to think of it, he was having a hard time figuring out what time it was. Had he passed out for a long time?
It couldn’t hurt to ask, so he dusted himself off and walked toward them. The taller of the two, wearing a black muscle shirt with some unfamiliar logo on it, stepped in front of the shorter boy in green. As Cole approached, he pushed one ear of his headphones back.
“Can we help you?” The boy asked warily.
“Hey!” Cole waved, doing his best to appear friendly. “Hi, sorry, I just wanted to ask you something. Did you see a whole bunch of pink light a few minutes ago?”
The boy narrowed his eyes. “Maybe. Why do you ask?”
“I just wanted to know if you knew what it was. I, uh, think I passed out.”
The teenagers looked at each other, the shorter chiming in on the conversation. “You fell from… whatever it was. Not a huge drop, maybe two yards?”
Cole frowned. “...Yards?” The boy nodded. “What’s a yard?”
The boys’ eyes widened, and they glanced at each other again. “You don’t know what a yard is?”
“Uh… no?”
The taller boy held his hands out, measuring a distance. “This far.”
“Aha!” Cole laughed. “You could’ve just said two meters! That makes more sense.”
“Are you okay? Did you hit your head or something?”
“Maybe?” Cole brushed it off, filing away the odd miscommunication for later. “Look, my name’s Cole. I’m just trying to figure out what happened. Where am I, exactly?”
“You’re at Ninjago High School, on the football field.” The shorter one was wearing a puzzled expression, like he was trying to figure something out. “Where did you think you were?”
“Oh, man. I don’t know! I’m always somewhere new.” Cole waved it off. “You know how it is. Between the dragons, the Realm Crystal, Nadakhan’s whole deal, the Never Realm… man, it’s a wonder I ever get back to the Monastery sometimes.” he laughed. “Maybe I’m in another realm again! That would be neat.”
“Another realm?”
“Yeah, it’s pretty normal for us ninja.”
The two boys stiffened, with the taller one taking just a half-step forward. “Okay, who are you? Are you an impersonator?”
“An impersonator?” Cole waved his hands in front of him. “Woah, dude, you’ve got the wrong idea. You really don’t recognize me?”
“No. Should I?”
“Uh, maybe, seeing as this is apparently Ninjago.” Cole pulled up his mask. “Cole Brookstone, the Black Ninja?”
Some spark of realization clicked in the black-haired teen’s expression, and he crossed his arms. “Okay, something’s wrong. That can’t be true.”
“What? Why not?”
“Because that’s me.” The teenager pointed at himself. “I’m Cole. The Black Ninja.”
Cole stared at him.
‘Cole’ stared back.
“What?”
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Record of Ragnarok Hades (headcanons?) 🔞
Partly headcanons, partly Hades x Minte, because I didn’t have anything original to say about Persephone trope.
warning: mature
Okay, Hades is lonely. He has his duties, he’s King of the Netherworld after all and I think he doesn’t even realize it himself how much he needs someone’s attention. Most of his free time he spends with damn parrot… and besides it his other social interaction are with servants or demons. Due to some deadly circumstance, Adamas had to move to Hades’s realm, but he seems to be too proud to live in his brother’s palace, so he probably has his own piece of territory where he rules over… something. That’s why I don’t believe they speak often, probably on occasions. Still that makes him the most presence in Hades’s life. Poseidon isn’t chief god, which mean he cannot freely roam after Bifrost incident and Zeus is busy being the God Father of Cosmos. Hades is wealthy, tall, handsome man, respected by basically everyone, so it’s no wonder that women are all over him the moment he appears in Valhalla. I see him as very resistant to their charms, but he still remains polite in refusing. Once in a while he may find interest in some lady, but it’s nothing more than a fling. He makes it perfectly clear for her that he doesn’t look for serious commitment. I don’t see him being fussy, he can find any woman pretty and as long as she knows a little, he would be content. The biggest turn off for him is being foolish or too self-absorbed, which usually goes hand to hand with grandiosity. On the other hand, he might get caught off guard with some good smile, he secretly has a weakness for them. Same goes with loud laugh, he likes when a woman loosen up a bit and behaves more naturally in his presence. I can see how he takes his responsibilities very seriously. When some other small deities ask for help with demons, he has no resistance in joining his soldiers and leads them into battle. That’s how he meets his potential love interest. She might be some lost nymph (of mint) who was drawn into the fight. When Hades tries to help, she act like Megara from Herkules (1997): I'm a damsel. I'm in distress. I can handle this. Have a nice day - so he stands there, almost disarmed by her nonchalance as she narrowly escapes death for the fifth time. Once the fight is over, his curiosity takes over and he wants to get to know her better. If the demons just destroyed her home, he doesn’t mind to offer her accommodation in his palace, which only an idiot would deny. Hades definitely isn’t the type of man who falls in love at first sight. But he seems to enjoy thrill - troublesome people naturally attract him, so he can easily find a common ground with them. When they arrive to the palace, Hades would treat her almost as an old friend he didn’t see in ages. It’s easy for him to break the ice but much harder to open up. Hades would give her a tour and answer all the question about the palace. If she doesn’t mind, he invites her to eat together or proposes chess match. He can even teaches her how to play. At first they would talk about anything in particular. After some time there’d be questions: about Hades’s brothers or how he became King of the Underworld, how nymph ended up on her own, what’s their origin etc. Then it would come time for a light-hearted banters and jokes, and suddenly something change even if they didn’t cross any big line. One day Hades would simply realize that he seeks for nymph’s attention. He likes her voice, he likes her minty smell, he likes her melodious laugh. He goes to her when he’s agitated because her presence calms him down; he’d simply sit beside and listen to her voice. All these signs are enough for him to understand situation and once he realizes that, feelings escalates very quickly to the point that may surprise both of them.
When the wind blew very hard, large drops of rain began to fall from the grey clouds. Someone not familiar with Helheim would misread it as a bad morning, but that was very regular beginning of the day in that realm. Despise weather Hades was heading to the garden. The one of the very few place in Helheim where flowers and fruits grew. Almost constant lack of sunlight was quite a challenge after all. — You’ll get soaked completely — Hades said with smirk. The nymph turned to face him. Her rosy cheeks and nose were such a contrast on usually very pale skin of hers. Hades couldn’t deny that the hairs that clung to her forehead gave her a charm. — That’s fine by me — she answered — I like rain. Hades came closer, way closer that nymph expected, but she didn’t step back. She observed how his eyes moved to her lips, watched them for awhile and then made all the way back to her eyes, looking for silent consent. The air around them changed, became heavier. Time stopped. Then Hades slowly raised his hand to her face and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Nymph could breath again. He smiled as he lend a hand that she accepted. — Shall we? — Hades asked. He led them inside.
Hades doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable by rushing things. He isn’t blind so when he starts courting, he’s sure that she returns his feelings. They play their little games: try to flirt a bit and then pretend to be innocent. It brings them joy and good laugh, that’s their way to strengthen bonds. Their first cross-the-line moment would happen out of blue.
The carriage left the inn and moved at a steady pace back to the castle. Hades sit arm to arm with Minte. Leaning over, she watched at the landscapes. Seemed bored to Hades. As he checked the view from his side, his hand reached her knee, just below the hem of her dress. Much to his own satisfaction, skin to skin contact caused a surprised gasp. Hades didn’t react to that and continue to caressed nymph with his fingers as if nothing happened. He was slowly moving up. The feeling of her soft, warm skin started awaking something inside his belly and below. — Fine — Hades heard her angry voice — You won. Before she finished sentence, her hand reached his cheek and forced him to look at her. Without hesitation, nymph’s lips closed gap between them and moment later Hades tasted something he had longed for a very long time. It wasn’t gentle at all. The kiss was quintessence of desire, hunger and passion. Hades tasted her tongue and listen her muffled moans, the heat that awoke in his body was almost uncomfortable. He felt her curious fingers on his chest, looking for a way to get under clothes. Hades was bemused by mint scent and all he could think of was her on him right now. As time passed, he realized that his hands were roaming freely over her body, playing with hairs, caressed every inch of naked skin he could find. Knowing what was coming excited him. Only if sudden stop of carriage didn’t bring them both back to their senses…
Once they take the relationship to the level of intimacy, Hades crave it daily. He wants to experience this newfound physical world that he has never shared with anyone like this before. Hades is so into praising. He is original, does not repeat old patterns, although he has a soft spot for the word ‚magnificent’. What’s interesting - he’s not used to being praised (do not confuse with ass kissing), so he may be surprised when he hears a few nice words in bed for the first time. Hades prefers slow love-making over quickies. He likes to take his time, enjoys a moment and completely relaxes in his lover’s arms. I don’t see him as a fan of morning sex either, he likes to make a whole ritual out of it. A whole day of desire, a nice dinner, maybe a walk or a bath together. He really adores massages as a foreplay. He doesn’t have one favourite position. As long as is not something too demanding, he would go with it. In his opinion sex should be pleasant, not a challenge. Doesn’t mind at all being small spoon or gives up the initiative, just not all the time. Hades is sweet lover but he has a bit firm side - it’s properly balanced. After session he wants to cuddle and talk about anything in particular until they both fell asleep.
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