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piccolina-mina · 5 years ago

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Hi, im the anon wondering about which character is the favorite. Tbh i was just curious, but i understand how that could create drama 😅 my bad. Youre probably thinking im from the rnm fandom and you would be right. I had a hunch of which character it was, but i wasnt positive. I dont really see them playing favorites in terms of writing but that might just be because the favorite character is also my favorite character. I was curious as to your opinion but I understand if you dont wanna answer

I think narratively the show favors Michael. The writers openly discuss how much they love writing for him. He's everyone's favorite. He's Carina's favorite. He's a fan favorite. And that is fine.

But I do think there are some days when it's so blatant that it's a clear flaw on the part of those creating the narrative. There are many layers to this too, some more disconcerting then others, but I'll stick to the narrative.

The fact that I (and others I'm sure) don't actually have to mention his name and people automatically know sort of proves the point.

And it's not a slight against his character or the actor, and it's not to suggest that his storylines aren't enjoyable either. Case in point, personally, I think he and Alex are having the strongest personal arcs out of everyone this season.

But then, that isn't exactly surprising is it?

More often than not, I feel like it's Liz's story in name only, but consistent, deep, gritty, well thought out etc storytelling falls on Michael. I can see and feel all the time and energy dedicated to this specific character.

That's cool, but when you have an ensemble cast, the hope is that it's spread out a bit better. The first season is testing the waters. The second season gives you a better idea of how things are and will be now that there is a rhythm.

In the second season, Liz, our lead, has gotten lost and swallowed up in the plot. Jeanine is great and has some shining moments, but she doesn't exactly have her own personal story that isn't wrapped up in alien stuff. This is where it's frustrating that ... we don't spend a lot of time with the Ortechos, something they've attempted to rectify a bit this season, but it's still mostly unsuccessful.

This is where her arc with Rosa has not been as strong as it should be and got lost in Liz trying to bring Max back. This is where I repeatedly point out the lack of focus on her relationships outside of the pod squad. Her friendships with Maria and Alex suffer a great deal and honestly with Kyle as well.

This is where all things alien consume her, and she doesn't seemingly have a life or rather chooses to expend any focus to a life outside of the pod squad and their issues.

And this is where because of all her energy being put into such a narrow focus on solely alien issues often at the expense of every other facet of her life, she often feels decentralized from her own narrative.

But we have Michael, and I do think one of many reasons he's such a favorite is because of all the focus he gets and how well-rounded and developed he is compared to the others. I mean if that's the character everyone pours everything into ... then yeah, he would be the favorite, yeah?

He's fun to play with, the witty oneliners, the bad boy with a heart of gold, the misunderstood tragic not a hero but really a hero, the lovable jackass, the endearing "screwup" so on and so forth. He's wrapped up in a bow, the catnip of all the most endearing tropes.

And they love peeling back layers for him and developing him and expanding on his background and characterization carefully and thoughtfully.

And that's awesome and enjoyable even, but when you have an ensemble cast and it doesn't begin to be spread about evenly, then it's a reasonable nitpick.

I feel like we have a better grasp on his past than any other character. He naturally was the one who wanted to go back home, but almost all of the past alien history and folklore has essentially centered him or involved him more so than Isobel and Max.

He's the one who heads to and finds out about Caulfield. He's the one who sees his mother and where the aliens were held. He's the one who watches her die in front of him. He's the one who continued to be tied into that plot while they hand waved why Max and Isobel weren't interested in learning more when they dropped enough breadcrumbs to support why they should be.

Until this season, until very recently with Isobel, everything related to their origins fell on him, he is the face of the pod squad being invested in finding out about their history. It then ties in with his tragic backstory as the foster kid who never had nor felt "home."

By spending a season and a half essentially centering him alone in a narrative that should involve all of them, it seemingly made it his plot. And that's BEFORE we even get to these recent revelations with Sanders and this implication that Michael was "the special one" not Max (which the mere idea of a special one at all was not and has not been something I particularly care to subscribe to in the first place), so it's doubling down and solidifying something they didn't need to emphasize this much.

The alien past has always felt like Michael's story and Max and Isobel are just hitching a ride. The many ways it was only tied to Michael makes it that way. It was Michael that Jesse had a file on.

It's Michael whose first love is a product of the Manes Project Shepherd element. It's Michael who gets that conflict with Alex.

The Valentis have just as much ties to that as the Manes and yet that angle is barely explored or used to add an extra layer to the tension between Max and Kyle for example.

It was just barely used to flesh out Kyle during the first season, and then seemingly dropped altogether this season when he should have just as much claim in this narrative as all three pod squad members and Alex.

Ironically, this is a big disservice to Isobel. And this is where this exclusive focus on pouring so much into one character comes at the expense of others.

Isobel, people like her and all, but when I look at the actual narrative and her place in it, if not for the fact that she's an alien, she's not a character with much purpose, and that's a huge problem.

Because narratively, outside of being used as a victim, they honest to goodness don't know what to do with her. They barely invested enough in her character to give her a fully formed, consistent personality. There's no real pull there. And as the only female alien, they could have done so much more beyond being a vessel for Noah and an abortion storyline where the only point was to make a statement about women and reproductive rights that didn't land as intended because of Isobel's privileges and access.

Max benefits from being the co-lead and being part of the primary love story. And then of course there is the eternal and patently unfair and imbalanced fraternal angst that ALSO is more often than not used to serve Michael's storyline and development.

It's about Michael working through his resentment. It's about Michael's abandonment issues. It's about Michael's battle with self worth. And 2.05 was about Michael realizing how much his brother always loved him. And him growing from that realization. And him saving his brother.

Just like now, it's about Michael protecting Max and "suffering" for it. It's about Michael being a dark horse martyr and sin eater for his siblings after taking the blame for killing the girls from Isobel and now damning himself to a screwed up life on Max's behalf.

The weight of the revelations geared toward Michael. The Sanders connection was significant and that was ushered in through his connection to Michael.

In the same vein we found out Michelle Valenti has what should be an equally as impactful and longstanding connection with Max ... but did it carry the same weight as Michael and Sanders at all even though those respective relationships have run neck in neck throughout the series? No.

We know Maria was sidelined all first season. This season most of what they've given us feels performative to address the concerns people had because of how things are handled ... with her splitting redundant narratives with side characters, having things happen offscreen, or shuffled to a side, or left on the editing floor.

And her biggest relationship all season is? Michael.

Kyle is getting sidelined this season. There's so much we don't know and could about him. His love interest storyline also feels performative and perfunctory... they didn't invest in it at all. It was like going through the motions.

Rosa's storyline hasn't exactly taken off as you'd have expected given the circumstances. And they just jumped around with key and crucial character building and meaningful moments with that too. They sailed right on past the Maria and Arturo reveals without letting them breathe. Almost like they just didn't have any strong interest in doing much outside of hitting the necessary notes: tell Maria, reunion with Arturo, save Max, overdose.

Liz's core relationships are all over the place. Maria, Arturo, Rosa, Alex, Kyle ... not enough investment in them. Not enough digging deep into them. Not enough exploration. While Max was gone most of the season. And she worked with and provided support to Michael and Isobel, hung out with Cam, but continuously neglects the aforementioned others who should matter.

But Michael's core relationships have layers and stay intact ( Max, Isobel, Alex, and Maria) and he gets substance with other ones ... Kyle ... Sanders ...

So yeah, nothing wrong with having favorites. And if that person is your favorite then maybe it's easier not to care or think too hard about it or whatever.

But the reason I dislike when you can tell when one character is a favorite is because of how it affects the narrative overall.

It seriously impacts the storytelling. It's like writing entire chunks around a character and this specific position you want them instead of writing the story and weaving in the character.

It can take me out of a piece when I can tell the objective is to get to a precise moment with a specific character. When I can tell that some of the writing is obligatory and then "the real fun" happens with X.

It's like stuffing your face with all of your vegetables because you have to in order to get to that ice cream Sundae. Like "if I get through A-W then my reward will be Z."

This is me coming from an objective viewpoint because I can separate when analyzing. I have actually enjoyed Michael a lot this season. He and Alex have had the best character growth this season, in my opinion, and I really love that.

But this is also a glaring issue, and I hate when favoritism bleeds into a series, especially an ensemble cast when it leads to issues with the storytelling.

And despite my enjoyment, that's what I feel is happening here a lot.

It certainly isn't the first and only show I've noticed this with. And yeah, I've even made these same observations and criticisms when it's my favorite character too.

It's the same on another series I watch with one of my favorite characters, and it's so frustrating except in that case, it's a character who can do no wrong even when they're wrong, and ... that's a whole other discussion.

But yeah. I don't expect agreement with this. It's probably one of those unpopular opinions or hot takes that can definitely bug people, especially those whose favorite character is Michael.

But this is my observation and why I feel that like him or not, storytelling suffers, is predictable, or underwhelming, or annoying, or jarring when you can sense the obsession and favoritism.

#it's late so that may not be a comprehensive response #anyway ... I'm not here for another round of fandom fkery so if drama is what you want to start go elsewhere #rnm discourse #rnm asks

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happikattwuzheere · 4 years ago

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the one where gansey befriends a deer: the au

hey remember that time ronan dreamed up a deer that was described with language suspiciously similar to how adam’s described, because i sure do!!! anyway

OK.

ok. so. this au’s actually evolved a lot since its initial already-pretty-fleshed-out inception one sleepless night, so me talking about it’s gonna be more than one post, but here’s the first one well actually the second technically yesterday’s warmup doodles were also from this au but i didnt talk about it at all so

and I’m gonna start with more or less the same pitch I gave to a couple people on discord

SO. starting out: it’s standard fantasy times, vaguely medieval but no specific time period because I don’t care enough to be digging into that quite frankly, but it is somewhere in England where this is happening. Story starts with just Gansey, Ronan, and Noah. Fey are very real and known entities and there’s been a conflict in England between the fey and humans, if not in the whole country then at least in the lands that the Ganseys are the lords of but probably the whole island tbh, and Gansey’s not inherited the lands yet but he’s going to and wants to maybe find a peaceful resolution to the conflict. It’s not open warfare by any means but it’s been a big problem.

To the effect of solving that, he heads to some little village that I haven’t named but it’s right next to a known fey forest called Cabeswater. This village has avoided being stomped by the local fey because, despite witches not being particularly liked by the nobility of the time, there’s a big old coven (the psychics of Fox Way, essentially) situated right by this village that’s kept things in check. Gansey’s made his excuses to his parents about why he’s officially going there but really he wants to talk to the witches and get a better grasp of the conflict from the people actually dealing with it. He and Ronan set out from home together, pick up Noah along the way--who is not a ghost in this AU, he’s a fey who owes Gansey a life debt, that’s a whole other post and THIS post is mostly about gansey and adam--but anyway they get to this village and NOBODY gives gansey the time of day.

the witches don’t let him into their house because they don’t like the nobility right back thanks and the next time he tries to visit Cabeswater won’t even let him get to the coven’s dwelling, the one witch’s daughter who regularly stops by the village for supplies and to check if anyone needs anything has a big argument with him the first time he talks to her so that’s going nowhere, and, well, the villagers are polite, but they clearly don’t take him seriously. He’s just the lordling playing at things and potentially meddling in their business to them.

So he starts hanging out just barely within Cabeswater, even though he knows that’s not wise, because he finds this perfect spot by a stream, and he’ll sit out there and think and work on the journal he keeps of all his thoughts and plans, and one day while he’s there has a straight up Disney princess experience when a deer stops by the stream and seems incredibly unafraid of him. he cherishes the experience but accepts that it probably won’t happen again.

and then it does. several times. gansey’s losing his mind. this deer??? apparently likes listening to him info dump?? it’s very therapeutic and also very magical and he’s amazed

a few times in, he names the deer “Pryderi” after a character from a welsh legend, because “such a handsome creature deserves a princely name,” [[muffled blue laughing and whispering “princely” in the distance]], and he tells ronan and noah about this experience but ronan doesn’t believe him at ALL.

one time after gansey’s particularly upset at how bad his attempts at getting along with the villagers, Pryderi actually lets Gansey touch him for the first time and gansey cannot shut up about it to ronan who’s finally like “i think you��re bullshitting me about this deer thing. im coming with you next time” and gansey’s like “well he’s a deer he might not show up if a stranger’s around and he doesn’t come every time i go down there anyway” and ronan’s like “this sounds like a lot of excuses, dick, you’re not making me believe you any more with this” and gansey’s like “>8\”

but pryderi does show up, and gansey is delighted, and ronan stares really hard at him and then goes

and gansey’s like what? nooo. but ronan keeps arguing it for the duration of the visit and the deer actually starts to look annoyed and at the end ganseys like ok maybe but i doubt it. and then hes like “well since you are a fey apparently (/sarcasm) i ought to say farewell with respect” and bows very mockingly and then the deer makes direct eye contact with ronan and bows back and gansey loses his shit

gansey continues meeting up with pryderi but even while his infodumping still happens it does so now with the knowledge that He Does Actually Understand What Im Saying, he may be a fey but he seems like a friendly one and hey that’s way more than gansey thought he would get out here, and also this deer is his friend now thanks,

he, ronan, and noah (who’s amused by Pryderi but keeps his main thoughts to himself for now) make some excursions into cabeswater, but the thing is noah’s not really native to england, he’s from the european mainland, again i’ll get to it in another post sometime, but. he can sort of help navigate cabeswater but not all THAT well so they get lost a couple times, and every time it does happen pryderi shows up and helps guide them out. there’s some very funny moments of a very jealous ronan getting into weird conflict w/ a very smug deer

anyWAY one day there’s like a festival, everyone’s drunk because its the middle ages and there’s not really a drinking age, gansey’s making another effort to make friends with anyone, and this one guy about his own age is like “ok look here i’ll teach you the folk dance everyone’s doing ok?” and gansey spends the night dancing w/ a handsome stranger, yes he will recognize the irony in the morning, but for now it goes. well badly because they’re both drunk but it’s fun, and then the guy says “ah, fuck it, i’ll finish teaching you next time we see each other” and gansey’s like “thats a little forward but ok!” and the guy (adam. its adam) panics and leaves while gansey’s back is turned and gansey doesn’t remember that last snippet of conversation the next day nor can he quite recall the stranger’s face. ronan does, because he was watching and not sure which of the two he was jealous of, but neither of them has any idea who the guy actually was.

and then like, 3 days later, gansey falls asleep at the spot he usually hangs out in in cabeswater and wakes up in the early evening just in time to hear people yelling and for Pryderi to burst into view with an arrow in his flank. he collapses in a bush. gansey snaps into “protect friend” mode and gets the hunters off his trail by being all “oh a strange buck? i saw it pass that way over there friend!” and then when they’re gone he comes back and is all “alright pryderi they’re gone, let me just--” except pryderi’s not a deer anymore. it’s a boy.

(Adam. its adam. the deer is adam.)

gansey takes him home, gets the arrow out, noah’s like “i mean he’s not a fey, i dont know what turning into a deer is about but if he were fey the iron in that arrow would already have him dead. he might be partially fey but so little that he’s human in the ways that really matter”, over the next couple days they figure out that pryderi is in fact from the village and is a young man named adam parrish who’s been labelled a changeling and is assumed dead since he was yknow shot, gansey decides for now its probably best to keep him that way, but adam’s not getting better--apparently even having had the arrow in him as briefly as he did has poisoned him, he’s desperately ill and on the third day is finally like “get persephone” so gansey tries again (he’s tried several times over these days, they’d worked out that to have survived this long he must have someone else with a small degree of fey blood teaching him the ropes and the most likely suspects are the witches, but he’s hoping adam specifically asking him to will grant him permission enough to go in) and runs into a very frantic blue en route who as soon as he makes it clear he’s got adam is like “move your ass over on that horse im climbing on too”

they get persephone, who turns into a fox rather than a deer, she saves adam, everythings cool except adam’s pissy now because he cant go back to the village and he has to give up on the attempts he had in the works to get out of town by working his way out and he takes it out on gansey who doesnt deserve it because this friendship is a mess, he’ll feel bad and take it back eventually but thats yet more posts ANYWAY YEAH theres our starting point

(also worth noting: due to cabeswater being Right There, p much everyone in this village actually has a small degree of fey blood, adam just won the genetic lottery)

tl;dr adam’s a fey-blooded witch’s apprentice and he’s been the deer the whole time and thats the start of this au ty for coming to this ramble

#longpost #trc #the raven cycle #lolsketch #gonna make separate posts w/ just the art in a sec #anyway i love this au with all of my heart its extremely self indulgent #deer boy au #because thats what ive been shorthanding it to

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 5 years ago

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Meeting and dating Veronica Sawyer

(Not my gif)(requested by anonymous)

- You meet Veronica in the lunch room as she’s walking around with Heather. You’re sat at a table with your friends when the two girls come up to your table and ask you the daily poll.

- When she sees you for the first time she just can’t seem to take her eyes off of you. At first she thinks perhaps it’s because she hasn’t seen you around school before or just out of admiration for your style/features. But then you complimented her outfit and she internally lost her shit for a good minute, it was then she realized that this was not in fact a normal reaction and something was going on with her.

- Soon enough she realizes what exactly is going on and it ...slightly troubles her. Where she’s from being gay isn’t exactly normal nor really accepted.

- As much as she doesn’t particularly like/trust the Heathers she also has no one else to talk to, so with reluctance she tells them about her feelings for you. Heather C basically just says “Well you didn’t pick the worst chick to want to date. She’s not a total mutant like some of these people…could use some more blush though.”

- It’s easy to forget that the Heathers and Veronica were actually friends no matter how catty they could be with one another. They still sort of want the best for each other so when Veronica confides in them they attempt to give her any advice they can. They do do her a favor (without her knowing) and invite you to ‘Become a Heather’ which you slightly agree to meaning you and Veronica get close.

- She doesn’t really know what to do about her feelings, she wants to act on them but that doesn’t feel like an option considering where she’s from. She writes a lot of diary entries about you and her feelings just to get everything out.

- You both do that whole ‘you stare at the person and when the person looks at you, you look away then that person stares at you until you look at them’ thing.

- Her heart races every time you compliment her and vice versa (but she doesn’t know that just yet).

- She begins to write you secret admirer notes. You have no idea it’s her because she disguises her handwriting every time she writes them. It kind of makes her smile when she gets to hear all about how cute you find the little letters and seeing all the Heathers giggle along as you read them.

- You only find out its her when you catch her slipping one into your locker but at the time you assume it’s just an invitation to a party or some notes you might have missed from class. It’s only when schools over that you get to read what she dropped in and it’s another lovey dovey note.

- You call her after school to hangout and when she comes to your house you act as though everything’s normal until you hand her the note. She tenses up and freezes in her place as you wait for a response. As quickly as she can she tries to apologize and explain herself before you stop her, telling her it’s alright.

“It is?”

“It is.”

“...You’re not mad?”

“No, in fact I’m quite happy.”

“...really?”

“Yes really, I’m just waiting.”

“For what?”

“For you to ask me out.” She looks at you completely shocked before a smile spreads across her face and she asks you out.

- The two of you go to a bookstore where you both split apart and find a book you think the other will enjoy. After you meet up again you go back to her place and read together while listening to some soft music.

- Your first kiss is that day as your date ends. She stops you as you’re about to open the door to her room and puts a hand on your cheek, leaning in and kissing you. The two of you break apart smiling and you leave her house happy and excited with your new relationship.

- A lot of kissing and cuddling.

- She’s open to sex pretty early on so it depends if you want to or not, she doesn’t want you to feel pressured to do it.

- She’s a self admitted mini genius so she’s happy to help you study and plan your calendar.

- She definitely forges notes/passes so that she can get you out of class with her. You just have to hint at needing a signature or something and she’ll do it for you.

- Horror movies are her ally. She loves having you grab her hand whenever you get a good scare.

- She’s probably a little insecure after having been friends with Heather Chandler for so long and being the talk of the school for better and for worse.

- She tells you you’re beautiful all the time and gives you this adorable little smile when you tell her the same.

- She sort of prefers to stay out of the spotlight especially when you’re together just in case people start to get suspicious. She’ll grab a lunch table in the far corner of the cafeteria or the two of you will eat somewhere else together.

- The Heathers usually butt their way into your lunch dates or dates in general. They’ll just show up and sit with you all while starting a conversation about something that’s just happened to them.

- The Heathers choose to ignore your relationship, it’s not that they don’t like it just that they think it’s best to be willfully ignorant. They’re still getting used to the fact that they know not one but two gay/bi/etc girls.

- She’s a raging pessimist most of the time but you brighten up her outlook on life.

- You guys play croquet a lot. She’s happy to teach you if you dont know how to play.

- Her room is really cosy so you guys hangout in there a lot. It’s also a bonus that her parents are completely clueless as to what you two actually are. They just think you’re really good friends like her and the Heathers.

- She writes you little poems every now and again.

- Makes up overdramatic plays to entertain you starring a very overdone preformance by her.

- She wants to protect you all the time, she knows just how mean people can be.

- She usually has an arm around your shoulder or looped with your own during the school day. It’s a normal thing for ‘ friends’ especially the Heathers to be affectionate with each other so no one questions it.

- Pâté with her parents.

- You have dinner at her house at least once a week, afterwards you, her and her parents sit and watch tv together.

- She definitely has some deep rooted issues that she doesn’t talk about (in the movie you’ll see that now and again she tries to hurt herself). You try to help her anyway you can but ultimately wait until she’s ready to come to you about what wrong with her.

- Being there when she needs someone to rant to especially about Heather C.

- She can always tell when something’s wrong and makes sure to be there for you when you need it.

- Having to bite your tongue whenever someone flirts with one of you or the both of you at the same time.

- She strokes your hair absentmindedly whenever you’re sitting and watching tv together.

- Fights are usually screaming matches but they’re resolved pretty easily and quickly so it’s never really that bad.

- Doing stupid shit together.

“What if we like coughed up a phlegm glob or something?”

- Photobooth pictures of the two of you

- She loves your praise especially when it’s about something other than her looks. She’s used to people thinking she’s pretty so it’s a nice change when you compliment something about her that she’s actually proud of.

“Tell me how good this is”

“It’s great”

- Cue a cute little smile.

- Knowing each other’s locker combos and borrowing each other’s stuff.

- You probably join the yearbook committee with her and the two of you help each other with your work.

- Morbid jokes.

- Getting your designated color for when you’re with the Heathers. They subtly make sure it looks good with Veronicas blue, that’s how you know they support the two of you together.

- Taking care of her whenever she gets drunk/sick at parties. You’ve had to hold her hair as she pukes more than a few times.

- Quick comebacks that never fail to make you laugh.

- Taking naps together after school.

- Gossiping and making fun of people together for shits and giggles.

- Convincing her to hang out with Betty Finn more, she’s an absolute sweetheart to the two of you.

- Helping her accessorize since she apparently can’t do it for shit.

- She’ll say “love you” over the phone but she has a little trouble saying it in person. It makes her a little embarrassed and she ends up getting tongue tied before she can get it out.

- You offhandedly talk about the future, like she’ll make a comment like ‘we should do this next year’ or ‘god I could marry you’ or ‘next year I’m going to take you to do this’ and the ever so common ‘after highschool I’m blowing this town and taking you with me’.

#veronica sawyer #veronica sawyer imagine #veronica sawyer headcanons #veronica sawyer headcanon #veronica sawyer x reader #80s imagine #80s imagines #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanons #80s movie headcanon #80s movie imagines #heathers headcanons #heathers imagine #heathers headcanon

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valentinesparda · 4 years ago

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ok i need to write it down or i will forget it and also maybe someone will read it idk. fe3h insert rambles as they come to me below (mentions of death below obv *flexes*)

noah o’lachlann, 28 pre-timeskip, 33 post-timeskip. born in faerghus on the 15th of the lone moon

idek if theyre gonna have a crest but if they do it’s a minor one

their mother was a tactician who worked in the king’s army. she was from the o’lachlann family, a small house of nobles. she ended up dying alongside the king in 1176 and that leads to noah hating the king and his family

their father is a lower-born musician who married into the o’lachlann family. after their mother dies, their father and his children were exiled from the family and stripped of their wealth

noah took on many jobs to support their father and siblings. eventually, as the first born and still blood-related to the o’lachlann’s, they were arranged to be married to another noble (idk who yet) shortly before the game timeline

the family that they’re supposed to wed into wants them to get extra schooling and combat experience, which leads to noah (older than the other students at already age 27/28) being enrolled at the officer’s academy and theyre set to be wed once they graduate

because theyre so much older than the majority of the other students they tend to keep to themself and are very awkward and kind of mean to everyone

eventually, because theyre a part of the blue lions house and thus they have to deal with prince dmitri being house leader, they grate against him and think that they could lead better than he could, and vie for leadership (much to their dismay, this doesn’t work)

they dont necessarily get along with anyone else in the house, besides maybe felix (because of their personalities) and mercedes (because of her motherly disposition and age). despite this, sylvain does not stop trying to befriend them / flirt with them

which they dont mind but also he’s so young

they dont necessarily like the church (and thus nor are they religious themself), but they respect everyone else’s religious beliefs, even going so far as to be fascinated with the power of belief in basically everything but ESPECIALLY ghosts

oh god do they love spooky, scary, and creepy things. but they also like cute, soft, and sweet things. and they really like art. a lot

because theyre “so scary”, a lot of the other students avoid them and tbh it kind of hurts their feelings

mayhaps they have a crush on shamir.

and manuela.

mayhaps.

the most recent and most favourite job they had was working in an alterations shop before they were engaged, and wanted to become a tailor if things hadn’t worked out the way that they did. because of this, they made their own alterations to their uniform (particularly fancier ones to front on the fact that they have noble blood and distract from the lower class they technically still belong to), and they can be found either in secluded spots sewing clothes / sometimes dolls, or making things with manuela and occasionally other students if they ask

or at the stables helping take care of mounts

as a cavalier (eventually they can become a higher riding class) they grow quite attached to the mounts they have to use, and so they treat all of them specially but dote on their favourites

i havent figured out exactly how they meet balthus but rest assured that he flexes in front of them and they roll their eyes but once he leaves theyre just like *grabs binoculars to watch him train across the yard*

at a certain point they stop prickling and decide to have a little more fun before they know that they’re going to be married to some dude that they barely know or even like....and decide that daydreaming about balthus is a perfect solution, rather than actually do anything about it

when they DO, it’s probably because they had confronted him during training and they ended up having a small and rather embarrassing tantrum that leads to them basically going “NOT THAT I LIKE YOU OR ANYTHING”

balthus: surprised_pikachu.jpeg that turns into a smartass grin

“it’s the pecs huh”

everything goes to shit almost immediately after that tho

uh long story short but when garreg mach goes down and when they “graduate” they immediately get legally married to that noble and no one finds out until they join the resistance after the 5 year timeskip

they also lose an eye!! because their new husband decides that since he has a spouse that can fight that he can gather his own troops and fight everything so they lose it in combat

uhhhh i havent figured out much past that just yet but eventually their husband dies during combat / ~mysteriously~ and noah confides in balthus while everything goes down

like. the two of them probably became friends eventually because noah thinks he’s funny and he fell very hard for this weird goth but respects the fact that they had to get married and keeps to himself and supports them any other way he can (which isnt much and he feels bad about it)

but after their husband dies uh. free game baby. after the whole mourning period because regardless of it being a very loveless marriage, noah does care for people and it was a shock and put them almost in the same place that their mother’s death did (where they didn’t get along with them but it was someone whose death they could have prevented and it was someone that they were close to / knew and it gets to them)

anyways their husband’s death passed along most of his assets to them so s c o r e

dont ask me about the rest of the timeline im still figuring it out and im half awake

#el.txt #si: noah o'lachlann #text

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3rdniggafromthesun · 4 years ago

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TF2 OC Ask Meme: Riflewoman

here i go again, lmao....only person who been using this damn ask meme but whatever i designed it for me mainly anyway <3 still not answering all my questions cuz i dont feel like answerign ones that make me think too much ya..plus this one is less serious and deep compared to irradiatior idk idk

Character Building/Backstory

• What was it specifically about your OC and their skills that caught the attention of Mann Co?

A shooting contest. No, really. Thats it. It was sponsored by Mann Co with the intention of finding a recruit and she did wonderfully. I suppose all those years at her high school’s rifle club paid off. • Does your OC have a particular opinion of Mann Co itself?

Didn’t know about them till she started working for them. Kinda hates them, actually. You’ll understand why further down.

• What mercs does your OC get along with well? Who do they have most in common with? Any best friends? Or…more than that…? 👀

One word. Scout. They get along as good as peanut butter and jelly. They’re both from the east coast, for one, and for two they’re both kinda dumb little idiots. also shes buff and hot so like...She and pyro mingle ok due to them both rlly liking cute frilly things, and she likes soldier as well. She really thinks soldier is funny and awesome as hell, which sometimes causes a lil bit of jealousy in scout.

• What mercs does your OC NOT get along with? Anyone they particularly hate? Why?

Spy is not the biggest fan of her because of how well she complements scout and kind of encourages his behavior. He sees her as kind of a nuisance. Thats kind of a lot of people’s opinions. Also she does not get along well with sniper because she feels there is a rivalry between them both. He doesn’t really care but she is mad competitive against him and is always trying to prove that she’s a better shot, and also has N O T H I N G in common with him at all and she is unique and special

• What is it specifically about your OC’s personality that stands out? Many of the mercs have their own (exaggerated) traits that make them , well, them! (Canon examples are like how soldier is obsessed with America, Medics shockingly Hippocratic approach to medicine, etc.)

Idk man she kind of a bimbo. That’s really it hahaha, that was my intention. Self bimb-sert.

• Whats an unexpected quality your OC has? A secret hobby or skill or trait that nobody would expect from them?

She’s actually really politically educated and active. She’s also anti-war which is why she doesn’t much like Mann Co. When she discusses this stuff it kinda puts a strain on how well she gets along with sniper, and he tends to call her a hippie, which...she kinda is, honestly. Just doesn’t look or tend to act like one.

“Gameplay” Questions

• If your oc was in the game, in your opinion what would be the best strategy to play them effectively?

It’s pretty simple really. Tranquilise someone, then wrap back around and shoot them dead with pistol. Or let someone else do it. She is not really a hard offense character, and is kind of a mix of support and offense.

• What classes/mercs is your oc strong against?

Best used to counter higher attack enemies like heavy or soldier. Tranquilising them can do wonders, haha.

• What classes/mercs is your oc weak against?

Imo, sniper. I think for her to effectively tranq ppl she’d have to stay a bit still leaving her open for shots.

• What would you do to make your character balanced, but still fun to play? Basically what weapons and abilities would you limit? Which ones would you highlight?

I would really like to highlight her ability to tranquilise people to slow them down. This means ofc that it does not do a lot of damage, if any. Her modified pistol however does a lot more damage and has a bigger clip size and hits harder than the regular pistol. (and also its cute)

• Would your OC have a special ability or gameplay element unique to them? (Canon examples include Pyro’s pyrovision, Soldiers ability to rocket jump)

Nope, not exactly. The closest is the fact that all her cheerleading training makes her similarily agile to scout. But of course not the same nor better.

• Would your OC be effective on the front lines, flanking, ambush, or rear?

Combo of Rear, then front lines.

For Fun Questions

• What cosmetics would you like your OC to have? Is there a particular theme? Feel free to include pics of what clothing, hats, or weapons you’d like to see as cosmetics for your OC.

I would definitely think a cheerleading costume like this (and for fun, the marching band costume too :D)

And possibly just some cute alt hairstyles like this

And hell, maybe even a few hippie outfits for the hell of it :)

• Who would you like to voice act for your OC?

No clue. But her voice claim is Frenchie from Grease https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfrHcVyIv48

• Would your OC have a Team Fortress Classic counterpart like the other mercs do in the comics? What makes your TFC merc different from your TF2 oc?

Yep! infact she’d definitely have a counterpart for the first mercs, like the ones in the 1800s. Somethin kinda like an Annie Oakely type of girl.

• Do you have any ships for your oc? If so, what is or are the ship name(s)?

I dont know if its all that clever but i think her ship with scout would be called East Side since they both from the east coast area. :)

#tf2 oc #tf2 10th class oc #oc: the riflewoman

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so i need to know what are certian things you see in illya others dont? does he fear anything? does he wish to redo anything? what is his relationship with solo & teller now? does he still see himself as a monster? how do you canon his sexuality and kgb training? is more attuned to uncle or the kgb? has he seen his parents ever again? does he lile to travel, if so best place he traveled? what was the one thing he got in trouble for the most as a child? who does he look up to?

thank you so much for sending this in! I love questions like this and don’t get the opportunity to answer them very often. while I can’t say that I definitively see things in illya that other people definitely don’t – I do flatter myself that I’ve put an enormous amount of thought into his character and understand him pretty well, so I’m really excited to delve into all of these things!

does he fear anything?

illya is very, very human, despite what some might think. (see: solo’s initial comments to his superior officer after that first chase with him.) he certainly has fears, although death isn’t among them ; he’d much rather die with honor than live with shame. for the most part, he’s been desensitized to fears the way most people see them, as part of his kgb training, because ultimately the goal is for these agents to have very little for their enemies to hold over their heads / threaten them with. that said, his superiors, as exhibited in the film, actively fed illya’s single deepest fear: ending up like his father. in a way, I think that fear was partially artificially created by the institution which got its claws into him at an incredibly young age ; even before his official kgb training, he attended ‘exclusive’ schools closely monitored by the government and was fed propaganda which eventually morphed his opinion of both himself and his country, which we see later.

illya has very little concern for his own self-preservation and clearly quite a low self-image, in that he sees himself as little more than a cog in the soviet machine. shame on himself is shame on his country – and perhaps more importantly than that, shame on his family. his mother remains a deeply important part of his life and I think that he fears for her reputation as well. solo brings up his mother’s reputation in the movie – and I think illya’s rage has less to do with how his father’s friends saw her and more with the fact that these were things she had to do in order to keep herself and her young son afloat. he never wants to put her in the same position his father did, and the idea of shaming himself and compromising her in the process is also a great fear of his. all other fears, in comparison, are inconsequential.

does he wish to redo anything?

I’m not sure illya has ever felt like he has the sort of autonomy to be able to wish this. even later on in life, when he’s been given the opportunity to step back from the soviets, join u.n.c.l.e., and eventually retire, even after he comes to terms with the fact that he didn’t deserve what they did to him, he realizes that things could not have ended up any other way. he was too young to have had the opportunity to make a choice when they got their hands on him, and by the time he’s deep into the kgb, it was simply too dangerous to try to leave – and he has his mother to think about. fortunately, u.n.c.l.e. provided him some relief and eventually he gets to leave spying entirely, but when it comes to wishing he could redo things?

honestly there’s the occasional moment he wishes he could relive. he wishes he could say something else to someone he likes, instead of being his awkward self. he wishes he would have used a different move in a fight or a different interrogation tactic in a particular moment. but when it comes to overarching themes of his life? there’s not much he feels he could have done differently even if he wanted to.

what is his relationship with solo & teller now?

I can honestly say that every dynamic I’ve ever imagined or rped with others has me convinced that, despite occasional roadblocks, illya grows to deeply care for both solo and teller more than anyone he’s ever cared for in his life, except perhaps his mother. you see those relationships growing in the duration of the film, but illya … well, frankly, he’s never had anything like a functional family, nor people he feels actually care about him. his relationship with gaby obviously progresses more quickly in the film – in that he’s willing to even voice his concern about her to solo later on and he’s very soft with her particularly in their last one on one scene – but I think that solo returning his watch is a real turning point in their relationship. obviously, they’ve grown to care in some capacity about each other and they’re in a place where they won’t leave each other behind. illya definitely feels some level of camaraderie with solo even before this moment. but until then, he’s absolutely planning on killing solo for the disc. sure, illya is aware that solo was, more or less, saving his own skin in that moment – but the fact that solo a) remembered the significance of the watch, b) considered that even as they were storming that island and c) thought enough of it to both recognize and take back the watch to begin with, is more thoughtfulness by far than illya is used to, despite the motivations of the exact moment in which he returns it.

the following scene, in which they burn the disc, is by far the most egregious breach of orders illya has ever committed, but not only is he unwilling to destroy this relationship he’s built up, no matter how tenuous it remains, he’s also fully aware of the implications of either the u.s.a. or soviet union getting their hands on that disk.

I can only imagine those strange yet strong bonds deepen with each mission. regardless of any romantic connections, which largely rely on my rp partners, he would die for either of them, whether or not they feel the same. he’s never had a dynamic support system like the one they offer, and frankly, I think waverly, to some extent, is included in this as well. as far as illya is concerned, even if only on a subconscious level, this is the closest thing he’s had since childhood to a real family and he’ll do anything to protect that.

does he still see himself as a monster?

yes and no. having functional and meaningful relationships with other people, as we see him developing at the end of tmfu, certainly helps him understand his humanity outside of what the kgb expects of him. I think he will always be somewhat ashamed of some of the things he’s done – and alarmingly blasé about others – and he’s certainly, to some extent, broken for the rest of his life, but having gaby and solo in his life absolutely helps him rebuild at least some of his opinion of himself, allowing him to see more than just a monster or a machine, because they help him see more than that, too.

I haven’t written much about his relationship with waverly either … but I’m fairly convinced that the human way in which waverly treats them ( shitty sarcastic jokes and all ) helps a great deal with this recovery process as well. the way his soviet handler speaks to him is alarmingly awful, and even though waverly pokes dry fun at both the boys at almost all times, I have a hard time believing he wouldn’t be a far more empathetic boss than illya is used to – likely checking in on their well being, as he did for gaby, and just generally being … a pleasant superior in the harsh world of intelligence. specifically I headcanon that waverly learns everything he can about illya’s skills and encourages him to use all of them, particularly those that aren’t connected to his physical prowess and rather to his intellectual side, which I think is often underutilized and underestimated by others.

how do you headcanon his sexuality and kgb training?

since I don’t have time to go into his whole kgb training, I’m just going to kind of … do this as a ‘how did his training affect his sexuality’ even though I don’t know if that’s how it’s meant. it’s really quite simple: russia has never felt great about homosexuality, so although he’s always been attracted to men, it’s always something he’s vehemently ignored and tried to move past. it’s been drilled into him over and over that same sex attraction is a bad thing – and furthermore that the government won’t hesitate to hurt him over it. it’s something that makes him feel dirty and wrong for a very long time, at least until he’s a little more freed from their expectations.

illya has been aware of his attraction to both men and women since he was in his mid-teens. do I think he was ever punished for it? no, because he’s always been quiet, cautious, and watchful. I don’t think he’s ever told anybody up until ( and frankly past ) tmfu canon, because before he ever had the chance to trust anyone enough to reveal it, he saw what happened to those who did and were found out. within the ranks, it could be brutal and it put him off ever vocalizing his feelings, encouraging him instead to hold those urges back for years.

in this way, u.n.c.l.e. serves yet another healthy purpose for him. it gives him just a little more freedom to explore himself – and furthermore, an environment in which to do it. I’m a big subscriber to the napoleon / illya ship and I actually don’t think that illya had much, if any, experience with men before he and solo started their thing – which again varies depending on who I’m rping with / what situation I’m thinking of. this is something he’s repressed for a very long time, and no matter what, it takes time for him to be comfortable with his sexuality. I also can’t get on board with the initial solo / illya hate-fucking that I see a lot, even though I really wish I could, mostly because I think that illya would absolutely have to learn to trust solo long before he’d be willing to engage with him sexually -- because he’s terrified of the repercussions and what the russians would do to him, his mother, and his reputation as a result if they found out.

is he more attuned to u.n.c.l.e. or the kgb?

I think that, at first, he’d like to think it’s the kgb, but he’s always been more attuned to u.n.c.l.e. I’ve explained many of the reasons why further up in this post, but it basically comes down to the fact that u.n.c.l.e. offers him a camaraderie that the kgb never has and the people he works with in the organization actually care about him as a human being rather than just a weapon.

has he seen his parents ever again?

he never saw his father after he was shipped off to siberia when illya was a child. however, as for his mother, he did actually grow up with her still around and he maintains a pretty good relationship with her, although he doesn’t care for the man she eventually chose to remarry, who was a friend of his father’s. he talks to her somewhat regularly and spends holidays with her when he can, although often he ends up being away and simply sends her a present. he loves his mother very much and will always be available for her, no matter what.

does he like to travel? if so, what’s the best place he’s ever traveled?

this is another ‘yes and no’ question. he’s spent the majority of his career traveling and I think that he has questionable memories in the majority of the world. he equates a lot of his traveling experience with his profession and that’s not necessarily a good thing for his opinion of it. however, he’s also an academic and he does love to visit certain locations around the world when he can. he loves germany. he loves vienna. he loves egypt and scotland and croatia. he didn’t initially like paris at all but he’s grown to truly appreciate it over the years.

after his retirement, I think he finds much more peace in traveling for himself and thus will enjoy it more. however, as for his favorite place, I headcanon that he purchases land sometime during his career in the black forest of western germany, a few miles outside a small town, in a very picturesque location where he can essentially just ... disappear. the mystery and lore and beauty of that area just ... fits him wonderfully. I think he’d want a place outside of russia in addition to his moscow flat, which he visits less and less as he gets older, and the entire area is just so lovely and fairly isolated and would give him an opportunity to really live his best life. it’s not so much traveling, as he would live there, but it would certainly be his favorite place. it’s peaceful and beautiful and honestly waht he deserves.

what was the one thing he in trouble for the most as a child?

he was largely a very well behaved child, especially after his father was taken away, and I don’t think he got into pretty much any trouble after his father was taken to the gulag, because it scared him too much. he was also always a very quiet boy without too many friends and certainly not prone to being disruptive or careless or really even particularly reckless. ( even the recklessness we see in the film is typically very calculated. ) as a schoolchild, I think he used to get in trouble for a) not engaging well with other children and b) probably trying to read while the teacher taught, on occasion.

when the ‘ psychotic episodes ’ began ... that was a different story. I think that he unwittingly hurt several fellow students and was subsequently sent to reform / military schools. nobody really did much to help what was happening to him and instead the government eventually took advantage of this part of him. he has them largely under control now, but it’s still something that continues to haunt him -- and that he continues to struggle with regularly, as we see.

who does he look up to?

illya’s past is ... almost devoid of any role models, when you really think about it. his superiors were almost always fairly cruel, and while he respected them and strove to please, I don’t really think he looked up to them. he once looked up to his father, but that faded once he was sent off ; frankly, his father broke his heart and betrayed him, and while he still holds love for him in his heart, I wouldn’t say he looks up to him.

in his youth, I think that illya was guided largely by the heroes of russian literature, in the absence of anyone of flesh and blood. grigoriy pechorin of lermontov’s a hero of our time. pierre bezukhov of tolstoy’s war and peace. ( oddly ) rodion raskolnikov of dostoyevsky’s crime and punishment. university had an excellent influence on him, however, as the professors he encountered there gave him an opportunity to look up to real people, and he remains in contact particularly with his mentors from his graduate and doctorate programs, as often as he can. university was the first time when he connected with people he felt were interested in mentoring him, rather than simply controlling him, and it was a very positive experience for him.

I also believe that he eventually develops a real respect and admiration for waverly as a superior officer. waverly, who is intelligent, often kind, but also firm. waverly, who grows to understand illya’s humor more quickly than others do. waverly, the first superior in his life who genuinely ends up being kind to him. in his life as a spy, this relationship ends up providing him the most guidance and confidence, eventually.

#batterediron #he’s a walking war zone. ↠ about.#congrats if you make it through all of this.#this is long as shit but i LOVED writing it.#tysm again for sending it you're an angel!!

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disregarding-reality · 6 years ago

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AUTHOR’S NOTES:

well that was a shit show

this is very much not the arc i wanted to give you guys, im really sorry for what came out. I had plans, Big Plans. None of which came to fruition. And that’s a shame. The only reason i can provide is that as soon as i started this arc i was assaulted by a wave of job offers the likes of which i had never seen yesteryear and so i had no idea how to respond to it. Past experience had shown me that to truncate an arc midway was worse than simply pushing through and finishing it, i am reconsidering that position, maybe the happy medium is not to truncate nor force it but rather to “pause” it. Reach the nearest climatic moment in the story and put a “to be continued”, i’ll keep that in mind next time that happens.

personal life

What have i been doing whenever i wasnt pushing my self to tell a story i had no real interest in telling you ask? besides working at a book store and a movie theater for the second time this year i was working my ass off in multiple different projects. You can tell i had learned nothing from hussie who profetically claimed that if he ever stopped working on homestuck to focus on other projects he would loose all momentum and the story would suffer for it. That is what happened here. i had about five different porjects keeping me busy, to boot:

1) the Bernardo Stamateas song which was completed and you can hear here

2) A videogame (coming in about 8 months from now)

3) A web serial (only the rough outlines for the story, actual writing will start somewhere next year and it’s going to be on spanish, sorry)

4) a super duper ultra secret project of which i cant speak of but as soon as is completed i will let you know all about it

5) the next arc of this comic (more on this later)

What happened with this story?

this was originally going to be a novel i wanted to write as a semi sequel to a story i wrote back in 2014, inspired as i was back then by pact, from wildbow, i wanted to give my own take on magic. As most things i’ve written the novel didnt go beyond the first chapter before i lost interest.

The character of the witch was an old imaginary friend my sister had invented. Fun fact: me and my sister had two imaginary worlds which we would engage in crossovers with and take ideas from all the time, and so while the witch was a friend in her world i had made her a villain in mine, because that was the kind of relationship we had as sibilings back then.

As time went on i kept working and reworking with the character and eventually i decided i wanted to incorporate her into the universe of disregarding reality. In my head the incorporation went really welll, i conected her with these and those moments with these and those other characters and i thought i had material for a really cool story there. The problem is that the story as originally envisioned was going to be a really slow burn cofeeshop AU character examination wherein we would see her grow and change through a very slow period of time.

But then when i was like ten pages in the story life started to happen really fast and suddenly i had like a million other obligations and a trip to thailand this december came up and i just lost courage to really commit to this story. Plust i didnt have a particularly interesting ending to this story that i cared to reach, and that is always important when it comes to motivating me to complete a story so... i lost interest. And as i kept forcing myself to draw page after page of a story i was no longer interested in i started to hate the story, plust the artstyle and the desing of the main character never quite convinced me and on top of all that i was coming right after a previous story arc which had been exhausting narratively speaking. This mess is the result.

what does all this wall of text and bitching amount to? be more careful when choosing what story im going to tell and be sure it will manage to hold my interest for a long period of time no matter what obligations or pauses come my way.

there is a lot more i would like to say about these characters and their story but this is getting on long enough and i have other things i want to adress.

The next arc

it’s...um. it’s going to be something else. It’s going to be different. I am 80% convinced 80% of you wont like it/wont get it. But i dont mind. After pushing myself to tell a story i was not interested in telling i had to allow my self a little self indulgence and that is why as i was making hexen snatch i was concurrently drawing the next arc as well. Now why i did that? why did i had to draw it simultanously? well, get ready: the next arc will be posted all at once. Eleven pages all in all.

I have my reasons for this and they will be explained once the arc is uploaded, im still working on it, havent quite finished it, but im getting there. The next arc should be published hopefully at some point in december. Im aming for christmas or new year. That is going to be my special little gift from me to you and me.

2019

after that... the future gets very tumultuous. i keep saying im going to launch a patreon and i keep postponing it because other shit keeps coming up. If im going to demand money on a monthly basis i want to make 100% sure i make no mistakes and i dont accidentally scam anyone or make any promises i wont be able to keep. But also i want to offer rewards that are bit more lofty that just copy pasting your name at the end of whatever im working on with a superfluous “thank you so much for your help from the bottom of my yadda yadda blah blah blah”

im working on that.

Im also reexamining the idea of wether i should continue this whole direction of “single narrative interconected universe bullshit” or if i should just get back to basics and make small self contained funny stories like it was at the beggining.

you can give me your two cents on this topic, let me know what would you prefer, this comic is for you guys to read and enjoy after all.

i think i made you read for long enough, like a recently deceased man said mutliple times in his soapbox:

‘nuff said.

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inkstainedfanfics · 8 years ago

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A Grocery Store Saviour

Request: Omg i love your writing sooo much <3 I was thinking if you could do a story based off Michael Buble's 'Just Haven't met you Yet'. I understand if you wouldn't want to do it but thank you for your time :)

Word Count: 2,852

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories and @caseoffics

“Next!” You call, back aching and feet sore. Work usually sucks, but today it’s a living hell. Saturdays are the normally busiest days at the grocery store but add the fact that it’s the first day of spring that’s warmer than 50 degrees, and you’ve got yourself a full store. The bustle of people weaving around one another in the narrow aisles meant that you’d been sent to clean up five separate messes and help one bawling seven-year-old find his mother. His snot covered fingers had wrapped around your own until you’d found his mother who’d immediately decided to yell at you for not bringing him sooner. People bumped into you with every turn, resulting in scowls and foul language from some particularly angry customers. You’d had to ask people to repeat themselves four different times because of the clamor and been asked because of that if it were really right for a woman to be working. On top of all that, you wore heels today so your feet want to fall off and the store’s air conditioning hardly works, meaning hot sweat drips down your back and soaks your hairline.

Despite the annoying customers and the math involved, you’re almost grateful to work at the cash register now instead of work on the floor when you hear the horrific sound of gagging nearby. Your coworker Arthur rushes past you, mop already in hand.

Raising your eyebrows at the situation, you shake your head and take stock of everything a middle-aged man in front of you sets on the counter. He wears a dark suit and a cap to hide what you assume is a balding head. He’s muttering something to himself as thick beads of sweat slide down his face, over the patches of red dotting his cheeks and forehead and collecting on his upper lip. Every time he says something, a bead flings off its place above his lip, landing on the counter in front of you.

You cringe but reach for his items and pull them closer. Flipping the page on your notepad, you begin writing the costs of everything down.

“Do you not bother to keep your customers happy here?”

You glance at him as you write down the price of a cabbage head in your notebook. “I’m sorry?”

“It’s hot as hell in here.” He wipes at his forehead with a handkerchief, frowning at you.

“We’re sorry for the inconvenience, but our air conditioner is being fixed.” You murmur, looking back at the pad to write down the cost of four potatoes.

“Sure it is. Do you not care about your customers here?”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “It’s not personal, sir. I apologize that you are uncomfortable, but I cannot do anything to help with situation until the air conditioner is fixed.” It takes all you have to keep your words pleasant. This man doesn’t know the first thing about discomfort. You shift in your heels, wishing you could bend down and take them off.

“You could at least make this faster. I have other errands today. Are you new? Surely you aren’t an old employee. Do you know the price of that?” His questions send a downpour of sweat onto your counter as you lift a bundle of asparagus.

“Yes, sir. It’s 12 cents a stalk.” You glance at the never-ending line of people entering the store. Woman, woman, woman with a kid, old man, woman, old couple. You pause, eyes on a man in a white shirt fidgeting with the buttons on his auburn vest. He notices your stare and smiles. It’s nervous but cute enough to earn a smile back from you. You pray that he’ll come through your line before you glance at the cash register next to you.

The man’s large order is taking longer than you’d hoped. Thankfully, Paul on the other cash register is working faster with the smaller orders, getting people out as others come in.

The man ducks to the side so he’s in your view. “Impressive, a woman that can do her job like you are.”

You grit your teeth, choosing to ignore his comment and continue working.

The man, unfortunately, doesn’t stop his insulting commentary. “Look at you: you can get a man, can’t you? You’re not one of those flapper girls, are you?”

You reach under the counter, fuming, and grab the book of prices. Its cover slams against the counter. The only sign of anger you’re allowed to show here.

“Did your mother teach you how to be a proper lady? That’s still important nowadays.”

A bit of his spit hits your cheek. You can’t help you as you wince.

He glares at you. “Evidently not.”

“Sir—“

He takes a deep breath and lets it out in a long sigh, acting like some martyr.

You just want to slap him in the face with the baguette in your hand.

“Listen, I know the culture is changing, but I know how a proper woman should act. You’ve got me, okay? I’ll take you out.”

You freeze. “Excuse me?” The bread crackles in your hand as you tighten your grip, not even aware of it as you stare at the man in disbelief.

He dabs at his face again, giving you an oily smile that reveals grimy, yellowing teeth. “Yeah, I know the perfect place for us downtown.”

You open and close your mouth several times, blown away. You’d given this man no indication that you wanted his affections, nor had you even really engaged his conversation. Damn it, why can’t one day of work go well?

“Speechless? Don’t worry, we’ll have fun. It’s a karaoke bar.”

You swallow, forcing yourself to maintain an even tone. “I think you may have misunderstood.”

“No need to be nervous.”

“No, I—“

Someone interrupts your conversation. “There you are, love.”

Both you and the customer look up. To your right, leaning against the end of the counter, is the cute man that had smiled at you in the line. Now that he’s closer, you notice a small scar that crosses the bridge of his nose, spanning the space between his shining eyes. Another groove sits above his eyebrows, and his lips are turned up in a nervous but casual smile, as though he actually knows you.

When you say nothing, he continues. “I didn’t see you at the deli counter.”

The rude customer glances back at you, and you force your mouth into motion, spitting out whatever words come to mind. “Yeah, Jeremiah moved me to the cash register because Arthur wasn’t ready to work such a busy shift. I’m better at the list and putting the math together.” Complete gibberish to anyone that knows the store.

The cute man, though, nods like he understands every word. “You finish soon, right?”

You glance at the old clock hanging on the wall as people in line grumble. “Half an hour.”

He pushes away from the counter. “Try not to stay too late today. We don’t want to miss our reservation.”

You blush. “Of course not.” You wish he wouldn’t walk away, but there he goes, stopping near the flower shop and unconcernedly peering back at you and the customer.

The customer glares at you again. “You could have said something.”

You glance at the notepad, tallying up everything you’ve written down and adding the last few items. “I’m sorry.”

The discomfort vanishes as the cute stranger keeps glancing up, making sure you’re okay.

You pack the items and rattle off the cost, stomach fluttering as the cute man disappears around a corner.

The customer wipes his forehead as he grabs the bags, scooping them up in both hands. “I think I’ll frequent other shops that care about their customers.”

You set a closed sign in front of you. Not bothering to even look at the man, you scan the store again, murmuring absentmindedly, “What a shame.”

He leaves in a huff.

You step back and untie the apron around your waist. Stuffing it under the counter, you slip through the crowd of customers, fighting your way to the aisle you saw the stranger vanish around.

To top off the lovely day, you earn two bruises on your arm as others elbow you. Still, that doesn’t stop you as you struggle through the mob.

You reach the shelf and put a hand on it, spinning around it. You skim the faces, but none of them have that messy red hair or the thin hands fiddling with something.

Your heart sinks as you weave through people with bags of flour and bunches of fruit in their hands and don’t find the man that helped you. You work your way through every aisle, ready to cry in disappointment with the day when he’s not down any of the aisles. Of course this is how it ends. Every muscle in your body wants to stop working, your feet probably have three new blisters each, and you reek of kid snot and sweat. And you can’t even thank the cute man.

Screw the world, screw this job, screw your life.

You stomp out, not caring that your shift technically hasn’t ended yet. It’s only twenty minutes early, and if you stay here, you’re going to burst into tears in front of half the town.

You push your way outside, wiping at a tear that breaks loose from your eyes. Is it so bad to want one thing? You just want a good day at work and not to return home alone with nothing but sore muscles.

You storm past the tables of the store’s outdoor café, tuning out the mumbles of onlookers. You can almost feel the stain of sweat on the back of your dress, and the glare on your face could kill someone.

Which is why you’re completely surprised when you hear someone call out to you to stop you. A voice you heard at the corner. Your hands roll up into fists.

You pause, spinning, ready to face this customer that won’t stop harassing you. Instead, you come face to face with a red-faced man with matching colored hair holding a pink flower at his side.

“Is now a bad time?”

Your eyes widen as you stutter out a “No.”

“I thought with your look that maybe you’d not want company. I mean…” He trails off at the beginning of his next sentence, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Sorry,” you mutter. “Bad day at work.”

He quirks an eyebrow, demeanor changing when you respond without ripping his head off. “I could tell.”

You shift on your feet again to transfer the burning pain in them from your blistered heels to your toes as you eye him. He seems genuine enough, and he really is as cute as you’d thought before. Maybe even cuter now that you don’t have a creepy customer breathing down your neck and spraying his disgusting sweat on you. Plus, this man has something peeking out of his pocket that you desperately want to hold.

“Is that a bowtruckle?” You whisper, watching a tiny green leaf bob around in his vest’s small pocket.

He claps a hand over it. “No.”

You tilt your head, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you can conjure. “Can I see him? Please? I’ve never held one before.”

The man bites his lip. “His name’s Pickett.”

The tiny creature pokes his head up through the man’s fingers, watching you as you lean closer. “He’s so cute.”

“Yes, well, he said the same of you.”

You wrench your gaze to his, heart stopping. “What?”

“I, um, nothing.” He stammers a couple more times as you step back before finally spitting out a complete sentence. “I bought you this flower. As a way to, to help brighten your day.”

You want to pull him into a hug when he holds the pink tulip out to you. Its soft petals brush your fingers at the same time his hand does, causing you to blush until your face matches his hair. You want to roll your eyes at your behavior; you’re acting like you’re twelve. You’ve just met the man, no need to develop a crush on someone that’s just being nice.

The wind sends the flower swaying toward your nose so you sniff it, breathing in the fresh smell of tulip and water.

“Why?” The question comes out breathless as you spin the stem in your hand.

“I’ve had a few bad days myself.” He chuckles, holding out his hand to show you two scars and a tiny bite mark that looks fresh.

“I take it you don’t work at a grocery store.” You mumble, tilting your head to better see the scars.

He cocks his head as he laughs. “Not quite.”

“What do you do?”

“I work with creatures.”

You don’t miss the way his eyes soften when he says that. Shit. He’s sweet, kind, and passionate about his job.

You curse mentally as your heart skips a beat.

“I’m jealous. I’d love to have a job like that. Unfortunately, the only creatures I deal with are the brutes that can’t take a hint.”

He grins. “Humans are the worst kinds of beasts.”

You sigh. “It’s true.”

You both fall silent, unsure of what to say. The sun still beats down on you, but you don’t notice the sweat anymore as the man in front of you opens his mouth. Terrified he’s going to leave—he’s been the only good part of your entire week—you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

“What’s your name?”

He doesn’t flinch at your shout. “Newt. And yours?”

You introduce yourself before sucking in a deep breath and twirling the flower in your hand one more time. Courage. You need courage. At least if you mess this up, you’ll probably never see this man again.

“Would you maybe,” you begin, heart pounding against your ribs, “like to see a movie with me?”

Merlin, how do boys do this?

Genuine surprise breaks across his features. You kick yourself. Of course he doesn’t. He’s busy. A man as perfect as him probably already has someone to see movies with.

Then he answers and stops your heart.

“Very much so.”

“Really?” You breathe out, certain you’re hearing things now.

He chuckles. “Really. I could pick you up at seven tomorrow night?” He fiddles with the button on his vest again, gaze darting between you and the sidewalk.

“That—that would be great.”

He holds your gaze as he beams. “Great.”

“Great.”

You can barely breathe. A date. You have a date. With a cute guy named Newt that works with creatures every day and helps out women in public.

Holy shit.

You rattle off your address, trying to say it slowly despite the excitement slowly taking over your tone. A date. You have a date.

Newt nods once you repeat it the third time. “Lovely. At seven, then?”

“At seven works. I’ll see you then?” You wish you didn’t have to walk away yet, wish with all your heart you could stand here and talk for hours even if it meant more blisters and a sunburn on your neck.

Your heart races at his lopsided grin. “Pickett and I.”

“Shoot, less popcorn for me.”

His hand drifts to his pocket. “Pickett can be greedy. Ow!” He shakes his hand, scowling at his pocket. “Don’t deny it, you bugger. You’re the one that plucked all the seeds from the tree.” He meets your gaze again. “But he’s not the worst. The niffler can’t keep his paws to himself.”

Your jaw drops. “You have a niffler too?”

“Yes. He’s a pest.” Newt grimaces at some memory, but you can still see the fondness in even that gesture. Your heart breaks in a good way, falling in love with someone you barely know. You don’t even care that it might turn out horribly. He’s here and he’s not creepy or mean. No, he’s funny and kind and has the most endearing way of looking at you with bright eyes and a tilted head and hair the sticks up on the side.

You rub your forehead. “I have to meet him someday.”

Newt’s grin fades as he cocks his head, but comes back bit by bit. “I think he’ll love you.”

“I hope so.” You say in a near whisper as he draws closer.

The space between the two of you is quiet again, but it’s different this time. You can feel yourself drifting toward Newt, wanting to be nearer to him.

Shaking your head, you step back. You haven’t even been on a first date yet. You barely even know the man. You try to rationalize with yourself as you step back.

He may have come out of nowhere, but you’re thanking every star in the sky that he came.

The two of you exchange goodbyes with nervous laughs and jokes.

As you wave and promise to be ready at seven, you’re pretty sure there’s going to be far, far more than just one date.

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soobadnoonecanstopher · 8 years ago

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I Give Up - part 27 (A Baekhyun Series)

Genre: suspense / angst

Characters: Baekhyun X You

A/N: Trigger warning: violence, attempted assault: sexual/physical, drugs/alcohol.

I Give Up - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 , part 6 , part 7 , part 8 , part 9 , part 10 , part 11 , part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27, part 28 FINAL,

I Give Up Deleted Scenes Masterlist

The Notebook Kinks 1 Pink Heart Days

You were putting on mascara when your phone buzzed, letting you know of an incoming text. It was probably one of the friends who were meeting up later at the small bar near campus. You swiped when you recognized Minah’s name, your best friend who you had invited along. Your exams and being so busy with your boyfriend had made you neglect your best friend lately and you made her promise to join tonight.

When Baekhyun found out you were bringing Minah along he seemed to settle down a bit about your classmate, and study buddy Kim Youngshik who was going as well. While you understood his reservations, you really didn’t think he had to treat the guy like his arch nemesis simply because the guy seemed to have a little crush on you.

Surely an intelligent guy like Youngshik had enough understanding to accept that you were unavailable and clearly not interested in him that way. He was a friend. A good friend who lent you notes for classes he had already taken that he knew you would need soon, and even gave you heads up about which professors to stay away from. With how far removed Baekhyun was from college life, it was difficult for him to understand the benefits of making friends with your classmates, especially the super helpful ones like Youngshik.

It wasn’t like you gave Baekhyun a hard time about hanging out with all of those beauties from the different idol groups. Just recently you had seen him being sweet online with Yoona of SNSD, during one of those LOL broadcasts. You knew the man well enough to recognize his body language and you knew what a slightly flustered nervous flirt looked like.

You hadn’t said a thing about it! You just closed the browser on your laptop with a few more mouse clicks than necessary and maybe you slammed the screen shut a bit too hard. You handled that like a perfectly reasonable adult and the funny noise your laptop had been making lately had nothing to do with your jealousy.

Did he really have to speak so cutely to his translator like that? Did he have to give her all those coupons too? Couldn’t he just….not?

No no…that was just him. He was sweet and generous and he was easy for a laugh and quick with a blinding smile. There was nothing at all behind the gifts. That was just Baekhyun.

And he was yours.

”Oh shit, Is this you?!!!” the text from Minah was well punctuated and had a link leading to some sort of celebrity news article site. You usually tried not to pay attention to these things. Celebrity gossip news was garbage and rarely based on any real facts, but you felt your stomach drop a bit when you clicked on the link, seeing the word EXO in the link words.

When the page loaded you felt dizzy and just a little more nauseated than you should feel right now.

EXO Member Caught Dating - Exclusive Photo Evidence Inside

You have never clicked on a link so fast in your life, feeling an instant annoyance at the slow loading website with annoying ads. The article was sparse. Promising loads of juicy details without actually delivering a thing and by the time you reached the end you had learned that the gossip reporters had received a tip. Absolute proof that a member of popular Idol Group EXO had a girlfriend and the article cut off with a link accessible only to paid subscribers of the news site.

Your phone was out and you were texting Baekhyun as that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach swelled and settled like a stubborn rock refusing to budge.

Your fingers weren’t quite working on your touchscreen keyboard and you groaned in frustration as you opted to call him instead.

“Hello?” His answer was instantaneous and you checked the tone of his voice for any signs that anything at all could be wrong.

“Baek, what–” You could feel the panic bubbling inside your throat and a quick steadying breath to calm yourself some interrupted your words, “–what are you doing now?”

“Hmm?” He hummed on the line, sounding like the same sweet man you had grown so used to, so comfortable with and you tried to ignore that stupid rock in your gut.

“Ahh, I’m laying down in my bed, feeling abandoned and unloved because my girlfriend is going out with her friends tonight and she told me I can’t come along. I’m thinking about crying a little bit later.”

His dramatics were perfectly intact and you came to the instant conclusion that he either didn’t yet know about the gossip article, or it wasn’t anything concerning. You hoped and prayed it was the later.

“Umm.” You inhaled a deep breath and decided the best way to approach this was to be direct.

“T-There’s an article on some stupid website that Minah just sent me…and I was just–”

“Ahh, is it the one about an EXO member dating?” He interrupted you in his soft voice and you felt a small speck of relief when you heard that voice.

He knew about it, yet he didn’t sound upset at all. He didn’t sound nervous or mad and you simply hummed in response to him. The panic you felt earlier had shifted into a sort of confusion about the reality of the situation.

“It said there were pictures, but I couldn’t see them I dont–” this time you interrupted yourself, unable to formulate any real conclusions without any facts about the situation.

“You dont think…it’s that person do you? The one that Hilda found? S-She said she had pictures, what if…what if she did something already?”

“Well if she did, we will have to handle it.” His words sounded so casual you stared ahead in disbelief, trying to will yourself to feel as calm as he sounded.

Could you really handle it? Could his career handle a huge scandal and could you handle the knowledge that you contributed to such a damaging blow to the man you loved?

“The pictures haven’t been released yet anyway, so we don’t know if their claims are even true. My manager said something about someone on twitter and I heard a couple of other members names. I’m not that concerned. Hilda will take care of it.”

How could he be so calm and dismissive about this? You felt like you wanted to vomit and he wasn’t that concerned.

“What time are you meeting Minah at the bar? What are you going to wear? Will you eat before you drink?” He was talking faster, asking his usual overprotective questions that somehow served to settle your mind back into your usual light mood when you spoke to him.

“I’m wearing the shortest skirt I own of course.” You teased in response and you heard him whine. You knew the look you would find on his face. The usual disgruntled pout.

“Are you sure you’re only going to one bar and then coming straight home?”

You had reached a point in your relationship with Baekhyun where you knew when it was time to put a stop to his dramatics, or risk getting stuck in this trap. His endless worries and protectiveness, paired with his capacity for impressive theatrics usually had to be kept in check for his own good.

“Oh, Minah just texted me that she’s leaving. I’ll be good I promise and I’ll call you later, I love you baby.” You may have had to stretch your truths with him when he got like this, and you really would text Minah as soon as you hung up with him. He didn’t need to know every single detail.

“You better answer my calls.” The threat in his voice sounded pretty believable this time and you hummed into the line before you hung up the phone to finish getting ready.

Okay so maybe your shortest skirt stayed behind in your closet, opting for skinny jeans and a flowy top. But you swore to yourself it had nothing to do with your sweet, slightly fragile boyfriend who was waiting at home for you to send him a selfie of you arriving safely in the bar. You pulled Minah close beside you and made her smile for the picture, sure to capture your whole image so he could verify that you were, in fact, in one piece and completely safe.

“Where is whats-his-face?”

His response came quick and you assured him that you didn’t know where Youngshik was, nor were you in any hurry to greet him tonight.

“Put your phone away, he will be fine without you for one night!” Minah had two drinks in her hand and was shoving one of them into your open hand as she pulled you further into the bar. You heard the sounds of music growing louder and what sounded like karaoke. Some pour soul was butchering one of your favorite songs and you decided that a few shots might help you handle that better.

Your first drink went down fast and with your giggling best friend on your arm, encouraging you to let loose you may have lost track of how many drinks you had as the laughter grew louder, the music grew more fun and much more tolerable, despite the endless chain of off key singers who took the stage and familiar smiles around the tables greeted you again and again. Some with hugs, others with jokes and one in particular with a request.

“Oh come on…” Youngshik was tugging on your arm. From the glassy look in his eyes you could tell he was drunk. Not falling down, but he definitely felt different than the usual studious dean’s list student you had gotten to know well during the semester.

“Come dance with me,” he whined with a pout on his face and a silly little hip wiggle that made you snort. You were too drunk to refuse the silly request and you headed toward the small space between the tables where a few friends were dancing to the upbeat song playing on the screen.

Dancing with Youngshik was fun. You weren’t particularly aware of much but he kept his hands to himself, thankfully and when the song was over you turned to head back to your table where your phone sat alone, waiting for you to check on. You thought you saw it light up once when you were making your way toward it but the lights in the bar were flashing with the music played too loudly, making you second guess yourself…making you think you saw things. Was it buzzing? You had nearly reached it when you felt a hand reach for yours and the surprise made you turn to look.

Youngshik was back. His glassy eyes blinking at you wide, you felt his hand wrap around your wrist and pull you back. Almost roughly, just enough to surprise you and make you look down at your wrist as it moved toward where he pulled.

“You need to come back, please dance just one more with me, come on.” He turned back toward where you had been dancing and you noticed the song had changed. The lights in the bar were pulsing with the beat of the music and every turn of your head sent the room spinning in a way that took just a second too long to settle.

“Are you okay?” Your feet had traveled, carrying you to the same spot where you had been laughing and dancing just minutes before…before you had left for something. What was it?

Someone was tapping and rubbing along your back now and you looked up, finding his eyes.

“Oh…oh it’s you, Youngshik.” You smiled a wide smile that he watched with curiously strange eyes for a moment before you saw him return it with a bright inviting smile of his own.

“Yeah its me. We were dancing remember? And then you ran away.” He frowned dramatically and you lifted your head feeling the shift in the music. The song that played now was slower and your dance partner didn’t seem to be bothered by the change one bit.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem to be drunk.” He giggled now and Minah howled with laughter in the background. The boys she had been talking to were making her laugh, feeding her new drinks with the sort of reckless abandon reserved for college life. This time when you were young and invisible and game for anything.

“I’m okay,” you said with a smile on your face that hopefully looked at least a little bit sober, “let’s dance then.”

You felt yourself give in to him. Had he always been this convincing?

The song was slow and you swayed with the beat for a while, willing the room to settle down some. There was a bit of relief when the chaotic lights stopped their assault on your senses and you could finally open your eyes.

You felt warm. Flushed and humid and someone had you in their arms as you swayed to the music.

How long was this song?

You had to check your phone. You were sure you saw it light up before. Before when you had tried to come back to the table and you were pulled away by…who was holding you so tightly?

Your head swam as you lifted it and you found the owner of the arms who held you upright was so familiar, yet different somehow. He held on too tight and he smelled wrong. Not like the one you loved, this one was…wrong.

His hands held too tight and when you looked up saw his face descending quickly. What was he doing? He wasn’t about to kiss you was he?

You pushed back, resisting, expecting him to loosen his grip around your waist quickly but feeling a weird resistance and a darkening in his eyes that sent a chill down your spine.

“Where are you going? We are dancing.” The voice that sounded close to your ear had an edge to it that you didn’t like and you felt a wave of something wash over you. What was that? It wasn’t pleasant. But the alcohol in your system was clouding everything you felt and made it hard to describe.

“I don’t want to dance with you anymore.” You said suddenly as you pushed out of his arms. Why did you have to push so hard to get him to let go? Perhaps your strength had been used up during the dance. Maybe he was holding on that tight.

The shove had been hard and you saw him stumble back, hitting his leg against a chair behind him that bumped against the table with your friends and classmates. A beer fell, a shout was heard out and you turned and made your way toward the bar. Your destination wasn’t for more alcohol but the bathrooms and you found the familiar symbol that told you this was the ladies room, pushing inside.

The air inside the bathroom felt cooler. The door closed behind you and muted the loud music that you hadn’t even realized had been muddling your brain until it shut off and the relief you felt was palpable.

You took your time, emptying your bladder and washing your hands in the sink before you splashed the cool tap water over your face, careful not to mess up your eye makeup, but feeling comfort in the coolness over your cheeks.

Your face was flushed and red from the heat and the drinks and you stared for a long while at your reflection before you heard a sound behind you.

You saw a familiar face and Minah smiled at you, clearly drunker than you were. You remembered the drinks the boys at the table had been pushing on her and she bounded in with her arms wide as she hugged you tightly, kissing your cheek over and over as she giggled.

“Youuu–” she slurred and you laughed. “Youngshik likes you. Didn’t you tell him you have a boyfriend?”

“It’s not like that Minah. We are just friends.” you responded, all the while thinking of the tense discomfort you felt moments earlier while dancing with him. In the quiet of the bathroom you began feeling a more clear headed now that you were out of the noise and the lights of the bar.

“I think I’m going to go home with Hoseok,” she giggled, “have you seen his ass lately? I’m going to get that.” Her voice was full of drunken confidence and you leaned against the counter as you waited for her to pee and come back out of the stall she had disappeared inside.

“Hoseok? Is he the one with the shiny shirt or the one with the mushroom haircut?”

“Shiny shirt. Mushroom is Minhyuk…although Minhyuk is really fucking hot too. I don’t care, either of them would do–” her giggles echoed out from behind the stall, “or both of them.”

“–if I disappear forever tonight, just know that I died a happy woman.”

You both emerged from the sanctity of the ladies room, feeling the stifling heat, the smell of too many patrons in one place and the raucous laughter of drunken mischief surround your head instantly.

“Oh you and your casual hookups…just be careful Minah. You know I need you.” She leaned into your arms around her as she laughed.

“And I need sex sometimes. We can’t all be as lucky as you…sex god as a boyfriend and all.” Her voice was loud and you raised your hand to her mouth to silence the ridiculous words she was spewing before she could accidently say his name, or anything else that definitely didn’t need to be broadcasted in this place.

She pulled your hand down and gave you a sassy look

“Oh settle down, I may be drunk but I still remember the confidentiality agreement that showed up with a lawyer at my house the day after I met him.”

Her words made you stop your forward movement and you felt her stumble when you suddenly stopped. Her arms around you going slack for a moment before she let go.

She looked into your surprised face before she wrinkled her nose and shook her head, taking a few unstable steps to close the distance between you both.

“I guess you didn’t know that part. Yeah, we all got them. Dahee, Jaewoo, Taeil, everyone who knows about you and him–”

Your fuzzy mind was having trouble processing the flood of information you suddenly had thrust at you.

Baekhyun had sent lawyers to your friends and made them sign legal documents? Your expression must have looked worried because you felt her warm arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug.

“Don’t worry about it. You know more than anything I was…impressed,” she rubbed along your back as she hugged you, reassuring you with her words against your ear, “he seems to really love you. The measures he takes to keep you safe and happy feel very genuine.”

You felt her release you and she smiled as you began to soften up some.

You had both reached the tables, walking by groups of classmates who laughed, flirted, even made out with each other and you looked around for Youngshik, feeling a weird unease at not knowing exactly where he was for some reason. You couldn’t be sure of the source of this weird feeling, but even significantly dimmed by the alcohol in your system, you were certain that this Youngshik felt different than the one you had been close with all semester.

Was it just the alcohol?

When you sat down at the table you saw your phone right where you had left it and you picked up to check for messages or missed calls.

Honestly you expected at least one message or one call. Something.

But strangely the thing was bare. Not a single message waiting, no notifications pending. Not even a voicemail.

Perhaps you had imagined it. The illumination you were sure you had seen on your phone as you tried to return to the table, only to be pulled back by your drunk dance partner demanding another dance. Was it really just the lights in the club?

You grabbed your phone and glanced around once more, checking for your small change purse that you had stuffed in your pocket with important things like your license and your cash, you stood, suddenly deciding that you needed just a bit of air. Just a bit of a break from this stuffy club and the loud laughter and these two people all over each other in the booth next to you.

The front door of the bar was busy, packed with people filtering in and out and you waited for what felt like forever for a pause in the traffic. Finally you saw an out and you took it, slipping past the people onto the sidewalk outside.

The peace wasn’t as overwhelming and instant as you hoped it would be because the crowds of people out here were just as thick, just as drunk and just as obnoxious.

“Hey baby where you going?” A bro with a backwards cap and a ridiculous accent shouted in your direction as you brushed past him, ignoring the laughter that seemed to be cut short suddenly behind you.

Your curiosity was overshadowed by the haze in your vision as you walked and tried to keep your feet moving forward.

The one thing he told you, don’t get wasted. And here you were, having completely lost track of the number of drinks you had as you wandered outside of this club alone, desperate for the ground to quit trying to spin away from your legs like that.

The ground wasn’t cooperating and you felt your phone buzzing inside the back pocket of your jeans. Waking and finding your phone was too much so you had to stop and lean against the quiet space off to the side of the bar. Nearly in the alleyway, the light from the street lamps provided enough light for you to see ahead of you just fine.

His name flashed across your screen…well the name you had in your phone for him. A leftover from your first meeting, when he showed up in your parents dry cleaning shop with a stained shirt.

“Hello My love…” You held the phone to your ear, feeling the overwhelming love you felt course through you just by seeing him call your phone.

“Where the fuck are you?” His words flew through your ear like a bullet seeking its target and you flinched at the harshness you heard. It was his voice, you were sure of it, but he sounded so tense and worked up that you had to pull the phone away from your ear for a second to control the flare of nerves that rushed through your body.

“W-What do you mean? You know where I am?”

“And Him? Where the fuck is that piece of shit? Do you know what it feels like to–” You could hear the anger now, flooding through the phone and you knew he would be so consumed by it that the words were getting jumbled.

You felt blindsided by it though. Where was this coming from? He had been happy when you last talked to him and he didn’t even call you while you had been out.

Your heart sped up inside your chest and you shook your head, trying to make some sense of this sudden mood. This sudden rage that had taken over him again.

He groaned away from the phone and you heard a car horn honking noisily on the line. Was he driving? While this mad? What if something happened to him?

“Would you care to explain to me, why he is answering your phone for you…asking, no fucking demanding to know who the fuck I am and why I would be calling your phone?” His voice dropped to a low growl as he spoke words you couldn’t quite make any sense of.

“Who a-answered my p-phone Baekhyun?” Your mind was a mess and your mouth didn’t get the words out as smoothly as you wanted, not with him yelling at you like this. You felt nervous and confused and quite drunk to be honest.

“How drunk are you? You sound like you’re completely wasted, I can’t fucking believe this.” He let out a loud puff of air over the mic of his phone and you could hear the squealing of brakes before he came back on the line from whatever he had done in his car.

“‘S-She doesn’t have a boyfriend? She’s mine now?’ Did you tell him you didn’t have a boyfriend? Why would he say that to me?”

“Who are you talking about Baekhyun? I don’t know what you are saying–”

The words cut off when you felt the absence of the phone that laid warmly over your ear just a second before.

Where was his voice? His angry breathing and the sounds of his horn honking and his brakes stopping short? Your hand was empty and you looked behind you as soon as you felt it. The tell-tale presence of someone warm and alive standing behind you.

The surprise of the phone being taken didn’t quite compare to the chest trembling shaking that you felt when you heard that same cell phone fly across the alley way you stood in and hit the wall of the opposite building, shattering glass and plastic as it hit.

You shrieked in genuine fear and surprise but that sound was muffled by a hand over your mouth. You felt your legs moving, shoved deeper into the darkness of the alley as the wall behind you came up fast. Too fast, it hit you hard and the sensation of heavy arms over your chest made it hard to breathe.

Your eyes were wide as your heart beat fast in your chest. The fuzziness of the alcohol made your reality swim and you looked ahead into cold glassy eyes as a sick sinking feeling consumed your body.

Eyes that looked familiar, yet so different from the same ones you had seen all semester. Sweet, friendly, smiling and helpful before, but now you saw nothing but coldness. And anger? But…why?

“You just don’t get it do you?” Youngshik whispered out in a soft voice against your face. The smell of his breath, acrid and vile up close made your stomach churn and you pushed against the weight of his arms over your chest as you tried to scream.

The sound didn’t come out. His hand over your mouth was too tight and the effort made you dizzy. Your hands gripped against them, trying desperately to pull his hands off of you in vain. He was too strong and too blinded by whatever rage was happening inside his head.

“I thought you were smart, but you keep on disappointing me.” You felt a pain where his arms pushed against your chest, leaning over you too hard now and your faced screwed together in agony. The action felt deliberate, but the look in his eyes was suddenly disconnected as he watched your face. Those eyes moved slowly, taking their time as he watched you up close and you felt your skin crawling as he did it. When he shifted his weight you felt his arm move from the crushing hold it kept over your chest and the weight of his legs moved around yours, pinning you against the wall with strong thighs that kept you from escaping. The heat of his body was on you, making your stomach churn as the nausea took over your body. With the way he pushed up against you like this you felt the unmistakable bulge he pressed against your thigh. You whined and tried to wiggle away from him.

His eyes followed his fingers now, the arm he just freed was trailing lightly along your hairline when you felt him grip roughly, the hair on the side of your head, pushing it hard against the wall.

The pain was intense and you winced as you tried to move in the direction he pulled.

“I gave you so much. I worked so hard for you, helping you as much as I could and for what? What have you given me? Not a thing. But stupid girls like you just don’t get it. I guess should just fucking take it.” Your cries were still muffled by his hand that grew sweaty now as he partially covered your nose, making you feel dizzier and light headed the longer he did it. The tears streaming from your eyes now added to the wetness of his hand. Your breathing gasped through your nose desperately trying to get some fresh air, anything you could get, but his hand was too tight. Your hand swung out, trying to grab ahold of something, anything. You made contact with skin, somewhere on him, his arm or his face, you couldn’t know for sure but each scratch of your nails went ignored.

“All you had to do was break up with him. That’s it. I made it so easy for you. I even used my sister’s stupid fancafe account and her stationary so you would take the threat seriously … when I found out who he was I couldn’t fucking believe my luck. She just happened to be one of those stupid morons who in hopelessly in love with that asshole.”

His words had an echo that rattled inside your ears but their truth hit you hard. Had he sold the pictures he had? Was this bomb waiting to drop as soon as that magazine decided to release the proof. But what were the pictures? You didn’t doubt Youngshik’s insanity at this point. The lengths he was willing to go to get what he wanted had been made abundantly clear. How damning would those pictures be? Career ending? Cataclysmic and so revealing they would follow Baekhyun around for the rest of his life? Your panic rose inside your chest and you felt the world grow just a little greyer as the ugliness was made more pronounced.

The street lights behind his head in the alley had taken on a flickering behavior, as if they were going out. Blinking in and out over his head the dizziness was changing the longer he kept his hand over your nose and those lights were so dim.

“He’s not even that special. That’s not a real man, I’ll show you a real man–”

You heard a sound. Something loud and something significant so up close and those glassy eyes that had been glaring wicked at you shifted with that sound.

What was that sound? Your eyes tried to open but you were slipping lower, down onto the ground, the rough bricks at your back scraping against your shoulders as you sunk lower until you sat on the floor, dizzy and gasping.

Because you could breathe. His hand was gone and you gasped in desperately, filling your lungs with precious air finally, but unable to get enough. It wasn’t enough. You needed more, you gasped and choked, filling yours lungs over and over. Your mind was pulled by a sick fleshy sound as you fell forward onto your hands. The trembling in your chest was too much and there was something happening right in front of you.

Something noisy. The sounds of impacting flesh…someone hitting something, or someone, again and again and you then you saw him. He grunted and growled with each punch. His familiar black coat and a facemask over his face, hood over his head and he was on top of that…that.. evil man who had tried to hurt you.

Baekhyun must have pulled him off of you but something felt so wrong with the man you loved. His sweetness was gone. His smiles and laughter were a distant memory as he hit Youngshik, over and over again, the growling you heard from him as he hit had stopped and his breathing echoed out so hard. His eyes were focused and driven as he hit, smashing his fist into the man’s face with such force you knew something would break. Whether Baekhyun’s fist or Youndshiks face or both.

Baekhyun was gone. He was so consumed with the rage you saw trembling as he pulled up roughly on the bloody faced man, shaking him hard with his fist tight around his collar until his eyes slit open, waking up just enough for another punch.

You stared at the scene before you trying to recognize either man.

“Baekhyun,” you said, finding that your voice worked. The tremors in your body had subsided enough for you to recognize what was happening and you knew you had to stop him.

He had to stop. For his own sake, for the sake of the man you loved, you had to stop him. Before this destroyed him and everything he had worked for his entire life, this had to stop.

“Baekhyun stop,” you said again louder and you caught the tick of his head as he looked up, fist raised mid air. His knuckles were red and bloody and his head turned to you.

Youngshik coughed weakly, spitting out blood from his lips and the grip that Baekhyun had around the man’s collar fell, sending the back down onto the pavement with a grunt of pain.

Baekhyun looked down at the man below him before he looked back at you, his eyes changing and clearing the more he saw you and he was moving, scrambling away from the fight, from the violence and from the anger he was moving toward you with his arms outstretched.

“Baby…” his voice was quiet and muffled by the mask and the heavy breathing but his voice was his own.

You felt his hands reach for yours and closer as he crouched before you on his ankles. His hands reached for your face before you saw his eyes glance down at his hands. He winced at the bloody mess of his hands and pulled them back, not touching your skin with his hands like you had wanted him to.

You reached instead. If he wouldn’t do it you would and you felt him lean closer when you reached for his waist, slinking your hands under his coat, against the warmth of his body, over the thin tshirt that seemed much too cold for this night.

Baekhyun gave in to your touch and fell down off his ankles onto his knees before you and you felt his warmth wrap tightly around you.

“Shhh…” you heard him whispering over your head and your mind whirled to realize that the crying sound was coming from your own lips.

“Shhh, baby you’re okay,” he said as he held you tighter and rubbed harder over your back.

Even now, with the sweat from the fight, the dirt and blood on his hands and the stress from the night you felt it. The complete and undeniable comfort and safety in his warm arms. You breathed in as best you could through the quiet cries that shook your chest and the smell of him filled your senses. Drowning out the fear and the noises erupting around you as people arrived.

“Mr. Byun, Didn’t I tell you not to come here alone?” A serious voice spoke over your head. Familiar and accented, you looked up to see Hilda, the woman in charge of security.

Baekhyun didn’t respond to her and you felt him pulling you up to your feet, his arms firm and steady around your waist.

“Come on, let’s go to the hospital.” He wasn’t responding to Hilda or to anyone else from the group of men in black suits that asked him questions.

You heard Hilda’s voice again, the curt all business way she spoke made you open your eyes again.

“You must not go to back to your car. There are crowds now. People have been taking pictures. It’s not exactly a conspicuous car… your name is already being circulated on twitter” .

“What about the ones I hit,” he responded.

“The driver of the motorcycle on the sidewalk and the other parked car have already been dealt with,” she let out an exasperated sigh as her eyes narrowed in his direction. “But did you really have to drive on the sidewalk? This is such a mess.”

“And what would have happened to her if I waited behind with you? I don’t pay you to follow the fucking traffic laws, I pay you to protect my family,” he snapped and you saw the glance the woman gave you before she shut her mouth with a small nod of her head.

“Give me your car.”

She nodded and lifted her eyebrows in the direction of a black sedan that was parked in the alley.

“At least let me drive,” she said.

The first steps felt uneasy and you leaned into him, not quite getting why you felt so weak. Was this just from the alcohol. Perhaps you were in shock from the attack.

“Can you walk?” He said above your head and your feet stumbled against themselves.

He bent down and you were flying. Lifted so high into the air you felt swaying and the breeze along your face, your arms wrapped around his neck and you felt the dizziness take over as you slumped against his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck, you craved his warmth and his smell. Anything that would tell you you were safe with him now. That he was okay and that you were okay.

“Me. Byun I will take her to the hospital. Please you should leave before someone sees you.” A low voice you didn’t know spoke with authority and you felt his grip tighten around you.

“Absolutely not. She doesn’t leave me.”

The path to the car took you by by the man who did this. He was awake and sitting up against the wall, what looked like a private doctor for hire examining him, asking him questions with big scary looking men with suits and ear pieces looming over them. Next to the men stood another man in a police uniform. Strangely silent and uninvolved, you wondered if the policeman was real or if he was just there to look real. He definitely didn’t feel like a policeman the way he ignored you, not even bothering to take any statement from you before you were taken away. He didn’t once look up at Baekhyun as he carried you away, despite having clearly been involved in this fight that left the other guy so broken and hurt.

Youngshik looked dazed and hurt and you watched until he moved. You stiffened and gasped when his dark eyes looked up at you.

“Don’t look at him, love,” Baekhyun whispered into your ear and you closed your eyes tightly.

Hilda drove quickly and you found your mind drifting as you laid against his chest in the back seat of the car and listened to his heartbeat.

You must have fallen asleep because you woke hours later in a hospital bed with an awful taste in your mouth. You lifted your hand, feeling the tug of the IV in your hand and you heard voices you recognized.

Weird words were thrown around and the dizziness in your head was fading as you listened.

You heard the word drugged and lucky and you searched searched for the source of the voices.

Baekhyun and your mom stood at the foot of the bed speaking with a doctor in a white coat and you moaned at the pain you felt in your head.

Their three faces turned and you were rushed upon by your mom who reached for your hand, squeezing tight as she looked closely at your face, asking a million questions in only one breath that made you blink wide at the woman as you willed her to speak quieter.

“If Baekhyun hadn’t been there–” She was crying now and from the look of her puffy eyes, this wasn’t the first time tonight. His hand was on her shoulder and she rose quickly to wrap her arms around his neck as she wept and muttered her sincere thanks. He hugged her tight, catching your eyes for a moment before he closed them. Swallowing away the pain you saw behind those eyes with his closed lids.

The fuss died down and you were made to eat something that you could only choke down half of. Your mom left making him promise to take care of you and soon you found yourself sitting up in the bed with his eyes watching you silently.

Baekhyun looked tired. His hair was flat and lifeless against his forehead and his right hand had bandages over the knuckles.

“Did you crash your car?” You broke your own silence and he licked his lips and swallowed before he blinked with a small nod of his head.

“Yeah, a little bit.” His eyes were still on you, a strange look in them. Neither admonishing or disappointed, he looked at you with what you could only describe as a silent reverie of thanksgiving.

He had been there.

You felt the emotions sneaking up on you as he looked at you. He leaned forward with his lips parted and let out a quiet exhale of breath before his hands lifted and he covered his face with both of them. His elbows rested on your bed, near your hand with the painful IV and you reached your fingers out to graze against his arm. Lightly touching, feeling the warmth of man you loved more than anything else in the whole world.

He let out a quiet, nearly inaudible gasp and his shoulders began to tremble. He was so silent as he wept.

He has been so strong and you felt the pain inside your chest as he gave in to it. The fear, the stress, the near tragedy of it, he withstood it like a pillar of strength.

Yet with you, at your hospital bed without another soul present, he could finally break down.

“I thought… I thought I wouldn’t make it in time.” Muffled by his hands over his face and by the quiet sobs, you made barely out his words.

“Don’t…don’t you scare me like this again, I can’t –” he pulled his hands down and wiped the tears from his face. His lips trembled and his nose was red and you wiped the tears from your own face.

“I can’t live without you. It’s not just that I don’t want to, I can’t.” He stood and leaned over you and you felt the wetness on his cheeks before you felt his lips on yours, pressing down hard, paying no attention to the tears and the wetness that dropped from your nose now, he kissed you firmly and with meaning.

When he pulled away you heard a bell chime. He was reaching for tissues and he held the box out for you when he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Absentmindedly wiping at his face with a tissue now.

His eyes took in the information on his phone.

And you saw the way they flew wide when he registered something and you felt a different kind of tension building inside your chest with his next words.

“The pictures are out.”

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Don’t. Move. || Demon!Jimin x Reader

Pairing: Jimin x Reader Genre: Smutty smut smut, and Demon!Au Word Count: 2,806 Warnings: Dirty stuff, choking, tootching, Demon, blah blah blah Author: Admin Vis

Summary: Your friend convinces you to go out on Friday the 13th to an abandoned house, her friends have the idea to try “Summoning” something...that something happens to be incredibly attractive, and finds you particularly interesting.

Admin Notes: I know I promised to write a full version of This Drabble two months ago, but it’s been some busy ass times, SO IT’S FINALLY HERE. Enjoyyyyyy. Plus I’ve been constantly thinking about Demon!BTS recently and god kill me.

You: Okay, but why?

Friend: Because, y/n! You promised you’d come out tonight, and we just want to have some fun. It’s friday the 13th, AND it’s a full moon, you know how stupid they get with this “supernatural” stuff.

You: Yeah, no that’s exactly why I don’t want to go. I don’t mess with this shit. I’m NOT stupid.

Friend: We’re going to get burgers after...

You:...I’ll meet you there.

Friend: You’re such a loser.

You: Yes, but a very hungry loser. Send me the address.

Throwing on a pair of your black ripped jeans, boots, and a loose oversized black shirt, you shoved your phone into your back pocket, and then grabbed your car keys before heading out the door. You really had no interest in this whole schpeal, but you’d never refuse food...ever. So putting the address into your GPS, you headed out toward wherever the hell this ‘abandoned house’ was, wondering where the fuck your friends friends found these places. “Where the fuck am I going?” you mumbled to yourself as you traveled down a dirt road just after dusk, your headlights shining through the woods, but honestly not giving you any solace as to where the fuck you were ending up. This is how people get murdered. Stupid people. Stupid ideas, and stupid food.

Finally, you pulled up to a few other cars, your friend already out and chatting with her friends, some of them holding items you’d realized were books, candles, and some stupid kid honestly brought a robe. “Are we sacrificing someone? because I forgot my knife” you called out in a sarcastic tone as you approached your friend, to which she slapped you in response and you couldn’t help but laugh quietly. “Come on, let’s go inside” she smiled, trying to get you at least a little interested, but she was honestly too occupied with the boy who she’d been fawning over, and he’d just grabbed her hand which meant she was far gone enough to forget you were there. Rolling your eyes you followed in, watching as the other kids literally placed the candles on the floor in a circle before drawing in between them, “really? I’m not going to jail for defacing someone else’s property” you grumbled to yourself as you stepped back and watched. Then you saw the book one of them placed in the middle of the pentagram they’d just drawn, and you swore you couldn’t roll your eyes any harder, but boy did you try. Were kids really this stupid now? Even if the Supernatural wasn’t real, this was a sure fire way to rack up some bad karma, and you were just hoping that whatever was watching could see you weren’t invovled.

Standing off against one of the walls, you watched as your ‘friends’ tried mumbling off some words in their attempt at ‘summoning’ whatever it was the page depicted, and you just scoffed before pushing off the wall and quietly treading into the next room. Glancing around at the graffiti plastered on the walls, you narrowed your eyes at how careless people were for places even if they were abandoned, ‘marking’ their territory as if they were animals, or just trying to build a pseudo-name for themselves. You hadn’t even realized the sound of your friends laughing and chanting had disappeared, nor had you noticed how dark the area behind you had grown, as if your mind was in a haze without realizing it. Your feet continued slowly though, body progressing further into the room as you observed the shattered window panels, the cracking paint, and the broken wood, taking in the natural beauty of something decaying. Completely unaware, and uncaring of the silence surrounding you.

“Dont. Move.” a voice called from behind you, your body immediately freezing, eyes going wide and a chill settling over your skin. It was too deep, too menacing to be the voice of one of your friends playing some ridiculous joke, because you had stupidly decided to wander off alone. Never mind the tightness in your chest that lead you to believe you were in some sort of trouble. “I-I’m sorry sir, th-they were just messing around, and I just tagged along because-” you began to stammer, apologizing to what you’d assumed was a Police Officer who’d caught you and your friends trespassing, defacing private property, and who knows what else.

The response you received was nothing to what you were expecting though, what followed your jumbled sentence was a deep chuckle, and an impending presence. Your breath caught in your throat, and your skin began to feel clammy as you panicked, and yet no matter how much you wanted to run, run toward the window maybe, or be ballsy and try to get back out the door, you couldn’t. Feet frozen, knees locked, and eyes clenched shut, you begged mentally for whatever it was to leave.

“You knew better too, didn’t you?” the voice cooed through the dim lit room, almost as if it was surrounding you, leaving you in even more of a panic because you had no idea where it was coming from. Nodding feebly, you couldn’t find your words but figured at least answering might give you some leeway. Maybe they’d be more forgiving. Maybe they’d see you were just roped into this mess and let you go with a warning to never be this stupid again. That was until the feeling of fingers ghosted from your elbow down to your wrist causing you to gasp loudly, your eyes flying open before an index finger pressed softly against your lips. An incredibly attractive figure stood before you, soft features, alluring eyes, center split hair with just the perfect flip onto his forehead, and he smiled down at you with a soft “shhh” and you just stood there staring. “You’re very pretty…too pretty to be caught in this mess” the being continued and you finally glanced down, noticing the lack of an officers uniform, or any sort of uniform to be exact, which only caused a surge of panic to wash over you again. “Relax, sweetheart. Your heart can only handle so much, and if it beats any harder your arrogant little friends in the next room might hear it, and we wouldn’t want that now would we?” he soothed and for some reason you shook your head despite the fact that that was exactly what you wanted. You wanted your friends to notice, to hear you, so they could come save you, and yet whomever stood before you had such a power it just left you at his will. Your friends. Shit, were they alive? Were they hurt? Did this guy do something to them? Did they even know he was there? Did they even know you had wandered off?? Your mind ran wild with a flurry of questions, and yet your eyes still couldn’t leave the man before you as he just gazed down at you.

Pulling his finger away from your lips he trailed it down your neck before following down your v-neck shirt and to the valley of your breasts, “Wh-Who are you, Di-Did you hurt them??” you finally managed through the crack in your voice, and the boy only smirked as his gaze followed his fingers. Looking up from beneath his brow, he trailed his tongue along his bottom lip as he settled back on your gaze, “I’m exactly what they asked for. What their little book warned them about and they so idly ignored…but luckily for them I’m preoccupied with you” he enunciated the last word with his thumb rubbing along your bottom lip, eliciting a small whimper from your slightly parted lips to your own surprise. “My little sinner…” he smirked at the reaction he’d earned from you, craving to pull even more as he watched the way your face relaxed into bliss beneath his touch. Giving into the temptation that literally oozed from the demon in front of you, you pressed your body closer to his, craving the warmth he radiated, desperate for more of his sinful touches. You’d never felt this before, wondering what the fuck was going on and yet not even caring int he slightest of what was going to happen. All you wanted was what he had to offer, and in this exact moment if it ended up killing you, you wouldn’t even regret it. You could hear him chuckle, he knew he had you exactly where he wanted you and without another passing moment he had his lips pressed against yours, mouths searching, tasting, as both his hands slid beneath your ass and he lifted you with no effort to slam you against the wall.

“Why don’t we see if I can make this better than the food you were promised...” he lulled lustfully against the underside of your jaw, and in that moment you didn’t even register that he knew about that promise, the only thing you cared about were his hands, his mouth, him against you. Your head fell back against the wall with a soft thud as his mouth promised nothing but sin all the way up your neck, one of his hands sliding up the front of your shirt. “Y-You didn’t tell me your name” you breathed as you shivered beneath his touch, despite the fact that his fingertips felt like they were leaving a trail of fire in their wake. That same dark chuckle repeated at your question, and without an answer his hand found its way to your back, unclasping your bra before returning to the front and toying with your nipples. The question gone for a moment you whined quietly at his touch, grinding your hips down as a silent plea for more to which he gladly obliged.

Pulling away from the wall, both hands firmly planted on your ass as he squeezed, eyes gazing up at you lustfully, he then sat down in a chair that you swore wasn’t there when you had first walked in but you couldn’t fucking care less in this moment because as he sat down you straddled him. Your core pressed against his erection through his tight jeans, leaving you only to roll your hips back and forth even more as you sighed in pleasure, but before you got too carried away, the demon stopped you, fingers gripping tightly into your hips “Mmm, sweetheart, these need to come off” he ordered as he pushed you off gently. Fingers working at your jeans and panties, pulling them off and guiding you closer again by your hips, that devilish smirk back on his plump lips before his tongue slipped out and up your folds, teasing your clit leaving you to gasp, head falling back as your fingers clutched into his hair for support. “Fuck, you taste so good” he growled out against your wet core before one of his hands slid down your calf, lifting it up and placing your foot next to his thigh, smooth fingers caressing up your skin along the outside and around your ass and under before finding their way to your folds and slowly pressing in. “O-Oh my god” you shuddered as his fingers and tongue worked at you, your knees trembling and threatening to give out but the pleasure too much for you to want him to stop. Pulling his mouth away, he looked up, watching at the way your face twisted in pleasure as his fingers pumped in and out of you and he couldn’t help but smirk, “that’s it, baby” he whispered then licked his lips, “tell me what you want”. Whimpering, your other hand settled on his shoulder as a way to hold yourself up despite his free hand on your hip steadily keeping you still, “f-fuck-” you stammered as you arched your back, “I-I want you to fuck me, pl-please” you begged, which was obviously the right answer before his fingers had disappeared, but before you could even whine about them being gone he’d pulled you back into his lap. His jeans had been pushed down to his ankles, leaving his cock hard, bounced against his abs and you moaned at the sight until he’d positioned himself beneath you, teasing your entrance.

Slowly pressing in, one hand gripping your hip tightly, the other traveling up to your breasts and then further until he had his fingers wrapped around your through, a deep growl emanated from his chest as he settled into your wet walls. Your head lolled back at how perfectly he felt inside you, a lewd moan ripping from your red lips as both of your hands clawed at his biceps, “j-jesus christ” you whispered in amazement. “Wrong side, angel” the demon teased you, fingers still around your throat before he nipped at your jawline, thumb trailing along your bottom lip just as he began thrusting. Immediately setting a pace, he pulled out to the tip before slamming back in, repeating over and over as he just listened to you whine and beg above him. Being reduced to nothing more than a moaning, begging mess, you wrapped your arms around his neck and let him move you the way he wanted to, his hand leaving your neck as he slid both hands up your back pulling you closer. His face buried in your chest as he licked and nipped at your breasts, teasing your nipples between his teeth and then soothing over with his tongue, you mewled and ground your hips down as a sign of pleasure. Moving both his hands to your hips, he squeezed tightly and pressed you down onto his cock, holding you still just to watch you squirm in his lap, doe eyes begging for him to move as you whimpered. “So perfect” you praised through another whimper, and he leaned forward, lips to your ear, “What is?” he questioned sinfully with a voice that would have made you cum right on the spot if he’d let you. “Your cock” you answered through a lewd moan, and he immediately lifted you up before pulling you back down on him, breasts bouncing with every thrust, chest rising and falling desperately, and you felt that coil in your gut leaving a wake of goosebumps ripple over your entire body. “You’re so close aren’t you?” he cooed as he didn’t let up his pace, leaving you only able to nod through a slew of noises, “come on, angel...I bet it’s not often you get to come on a cock like mine” he growled out as he gripped your hips even tighter, almost positive his blunt nails had punctured the skin. But with words like that, you were already lost in a haze of white as you clutched his shoulders, eyes rolling back, and body pressed against his as your orgasm washed over you...

“What the fuck” you panted, finding yourself standing back in the same spot you’d been when you met the demon, the feeling of euphoria still lingering on your skin, you glanced down, finding yourself completely clothed and as if nothing had happened. You spun around, finding the demon waiting in the doorway with a smirk, “You know...A demon’s name is very powerful” he began before a piece of paper appeared between his finger tips, which he twisted over and just glanced at, “if you say it, you never know what will happen...” he lulled with that same lustful tone before standing before you and tucking the piece of paper into the back pocket of your jeans, lips ghosting by your ear, “maybe you should try it sometime” he breathed, tongue teasing yet again and then he was gone.

Sighing heavily, your eyes fell shut and you tried to relax, until you remembered your friends and a flight of panic washed over you again, and you ran to the other room where you found them all fucking around still. Which made you question how long you’d been ‘preoccupied’, or how the hell none of them had heard, until your attention was caught by someone yelling. “Where the hell is that page? It’s like it was ripped from the fucking book...” the kid called out as he glanced around, giving accusatory glances to the ones standing around him, and your eyes widened before your fingers pulled the piece of paper from your back pocket.

A summoning ritual with the name “Jimin” scratched at the top in the most elegant handwriting you’d ever seen in your life. “Ji-” you began to read aloud before cutting yourself off, remembering what he’d warned you about. Your heart raced though, with the thought of saying it, wondering what would happen, if he’d show up, if...if that would ever happen again, and you slipped it back into your pocket before running outside to find your friend.

“You promised me burgers!”

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October 18th, 2018 CTP Archive

The archive for the Comic Tea Party chat that occurred on October 18th, 2018, from 5PM - 7PM PDT. The chat focused on The Origin Story by Carolin Reich.

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RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- THURSDAY BOOK CLUB START!

Good evening, everyone~! This week’s Thursday Book Club is officially beginning! Today we are discussing The Origin Story by Carolin Reich~! (https://tapas.io/series/The-Origin-Story)

Remember that Thursday discussions are completely freeform! However, every 30 minutes I will drop in OPTIONAL discussion questions in case you’d like a bit of a prompt. If you miss out on one of these prompts, you can find them pinned for the chat’s duration. Additionally, remember that while constructive criticism is allowed, our focus is fun and respectfully appreciating the comic. All that said, let’s begin!

QUESTION 1. What is your favorite scene in the comic so far and why?

one of my favorite scenes is actually really depressing XD but i really like the small part of a scene after cosima beats joreal and velver passes by her looking for her. https://tapas.io/episode/974705 something about the illustration on this page is so expertly crafted. like, you can just take one look and see cosima is in shock and kind of dead instead, and the fact its conveyed in such a brief and brillaint way amazes me.

Superjustinbros

Hi there!

RebelVampire

hey SJ

Superjustinbros

Glad to be here

RebelVampire

feel free to share any scenes that you were found of.

Superjustinbros

https://tapas.io/episode/1182515

Here's a pretty silly one

RebelVampire

yes! i really liked the relationship between chaze and his brother. theyre so different in personality. and you kind of have to wonder what happened in the past that caused his brother to leave home and essentially leave chaze in charge. cause chaze is not exactly whod i was as a king necessarily XD

Superjustinbros

Heehee X3

Pretty much

RebelVampire

did you just like it for the silliness or was there something else?

Superjustinbros

the silliness

RebelVampire

any part of the silliness that particularly entertained you or just the whole package?

Superjustinbros

I'd say the "head shake" bit

RebelVampire

yeah thats definitely a great illustration right there~!

Superjustinbros

Indeed

And giant draco daddy

RebelVampire

yeah i liked how the dragon was treated more like a pest than as a dragon XD

Superjustinbros

Dragon jsut wants his pumpkins for Halloween

RebelVampire

in the meantime, another scene i liked was in the elven court where velver did manipulative mumbo jumbo towards nocturne by playing to her fears on being the proxy for chaos. that was just some beautiful a-ok emotional stake driving right there. though i do wonder how much of it was on purpose or if velver was being a jerk. but i like the fact that i dont know for sure because it keeps velver as a bit enigmatic

Superjustinbros

https://tapas.io/episode/1152958 Ooh, so there's some type of modern tech in this world too?

RebelVampire

ummm, well in that part of the world its just cause cosima brought her phone

Superjustinbros

lol right

RebelVampire

another scene im fond of is when nocturne she tells Chaze "nope you gotta figure out how to get yourself out" after freeing him. Chaze has some really great expressions. But i also like the story itself turns my expectations on their head by having Chaze really actually mostly figure out how to escape himself.

Superjustinbros

Yeah that's a good scene

RebelVampire

speaking of head turns, and not so much a scene, but i like that cosima orchestrated her own escape from the brothel and noped out. like im used to stories where the protagonist misbehaves only a fraction (like explore the brothel after being told no dont do that). but cosima just nopes out of there and heads for home, which is a fitting reaction for someone her age.

Superjustinbros

Yeah.

At least it's appropriate for Cosima's age.

Since I see lots of story make the young characters far more intelligent/capable for someone their age

RebelVampire

yes, so i like that she decided to try and nope after all. granted it backfired as it should have, but still the attempt was made

mathtans

I will be another... 15-20 minutes. FYI.

RebelVampire

kay take your time. well be here but i hope you can make it.

mathtans

I liked the rattling off of "chosen one" artifacts like mascots and silver crystals and then be all, if I don't get those, then nevermind.

Superjustinbros

Oh hey Math(edited)

RebelVampire

oh yeah i forgot about that moment in the larger scheme. but that was a really great moment. and again, kind of a more realistic reaction in a sense. cause i think those sorts of things are what ppl expect if they get told theyre the chosen one.

QUESTION 2. Throughout the comic, Velver seems to be up to his own sorts of goals. What do you think Velver’s goals even are? Are they personal, or is this the will of the supposed Church? What do these goals have to do with manipulating the elves to war with the merpeople? What outcome do you think people are hoping to achieve by starting it? Who is Kader, and what’s their intent with Cosima/Riga? Do you feel Velver is loyal to Kader, or is Velver playing the field to achieve his own ends? Lastly, how does Velver know Jorel, and why did Jorel call Velver a traitor?

i will try and tackle the last one first. i feel as if velver must not have always been part of the church by the fact hes a traitor. instead, he joined the church later when he saw the people he was with were "evil." though personally i feel like jorel's group wants to stop the prophecy a different way versus what the church is up to? but this is mostly based on the fact i cant necessarily picture jorel as part of this so-called church

i could be wrong and its totally opposite and the hunters dont realize velver is a double agent who hates the church

im gonna go out on the limb and say i think velver is playing both fields and trying to decide for himself what the best outcome is. and that while he's doing kader's bidding for now, he ultimately is after something else that makes following kader necessary.

Superjustinbros

I second the "prophecy a different way" part, seems like a possible reason.

RebelVampire

i definitely also feel that kader is definitely for sure evil. cause something about the breaking of strings and velver's reactions makes me pretty sure they're a tyrant. XD which makes me pretty sure that they actually dont care about light beating the dark. they just want cosima's powers to do cool power things. maybe take over a kingdom

actually thatd make sense for why they want the elves and the merpeople to war

let the elves and the merpeople tire themselves out

then swoop in with cosima/riga saying "were here to take over"

insta win

Superjustinbros

I mean who doesn't want to rule over a kingdom

mathtans

Okaaaay, hiiii. Busy week, didn't get all the way through "Destiny", but very impressed by the German origins here. Gonna scroll up and make random remarks now.

Re: The scene after the dead parents, yeah, that whole section somehow rang really true, the whole "my parents will be so annoyed I don't want to have to deal" morphing into the "what is even my life now". Also, kudos on illustrations in general.

RebelVampire

yeah. i like that it continues as well to when cosima got caught by the hunters. and she just sits there like "what is life what do i do"

mathtans

I'm not at the brother scene yet. ^.^ Did not expect the dragon thing. I wonder how people who do the swimming/water thing end up with dragons, that we associate with the air.

Yeah. I mean, not only are your parents dead, you come face to face with their killer. Yipes.

Yeah, Cosima's portrayed well as a teenager.

RebelVampire

i did wonder that too. we havent seen the merpeople yet in the sense of their city, so maybe they actually live above water unlike all past precedent merpeople or something

i did think it was ironic

but i also thought it was ironic anyway cause how does chaze of all ppl have a dragon XD

mathtans

Velver's an interesting cookie. Joining up later makes sense, particularly if that made him a "traitor" to some. I feel like he's his own agent, rather than working for anyone else... not necessarily that he's trying to engineer the best outcome either, just that he thinks he has some role to play, prophecy wise.

Superjustinbros

I wonder what the merpeople even look like

unless they already appeared and I jsut missed it

mathtans

Seahorses are called dragons of the sea, right? Maybe that's how they hatch.

RebelVampire

chaze is a mer person

Superjustinbros

ooh

RebelVampire

as is his brother XD

Superjustinbros

Okay then X3

RebelVampire

and i guess thats possible if the dragons are secretly just sea horses

mathtans

I think Velver's been reading the ancient runes. I also have my own crazy theory...

Namely that which one of them is good/order or evil/chaos hasn't necessarily been decided yet. Velver's pegging Cosima for the former, but it could be the other girl, so he's goading her too.

RebelVampire

oh thats a really good theory. that either one is capable. cause i mean tbf chaos doesnt have to be evil nor does order have to be good

mathtans

It's like, "I'm going to start a war, and let's see which of them handles it better".

Superjustinbros

lel

mathtans

It also might explain why Jorel wanted Cosima dead, he (or others of his kind) have pegged her as the chaotic one.

RebelVampire

could be

tbf maybe jorel wasnt even ordered to kill cosima

maybe hes just like velver and think he has his own role to play

Superjustinbros

Maybe so

RebelVampire

and he chose the psycho role

mathtans

Could be. I'm not sure I totally buy he's a psycho though... he's strangely ordered in his thinking. It's like, I gotta do this, and this, and tie up loose ends. He just, I dunno, has no soul?

(Maybe that's the same thing.)

RebelVampire

i mostly label him psycho cause he heartlessly killed her parents XD

mathtans

OH, hmmmm... what if Velver and Jorel were originally the rebirth of order and chaos, and they messed it up, so now it's up to the women? How old are they anyway?

Rebel: Fair.

RebelVampire

QUESTION 3. Many of the events of the comic come about for one reason: Cosima and Nocturne are destined to fight according to a prophecy and past precedence of their past selves. Do you think The Origin Story about Riga and her sister is true, or do you think there’s some critical information missing from it? Do you believe the prophecy is destined to come to pass, or are Cosima and Nocturne going to find a way to avoid fighting each other? Why do you think Cosima was kidnapped as a child but not Nocturne? In present times, what do you think will happen when Cosima catches up with Nocturne? Do you think Cosima will learn to control her powers inherited from Riga better, or will they ultimately be her undoing? What about Nocturne? Will she overcome her own issues regarding the prophecy?

i dont think that old. but i mean i guess its possible. though they must of messed up real bad cause neither velver or jorel killed each other.

so im saying it now cause of that flashback cosima had at some point (which i dont remember where). i think this is one of those situations where what ppl believe is a lie. someone else hurt riga and someone kept turning the new incarnations against each other. and eventually it devolved into a myth and such, as myths tend to do

mathtans

Well, the killing each other is just how things are now, once it's all escalated. ^.^

There's probably key missing information... maybe they're actually TRIPLETS.

RebelVampire

dun dun dun without the 3rd sister there are no negotians. jsut blind filled rage

mathtans

Yeah, there has been some interesting flashback/imagery stuff. Like when she reached for someone, and the image shattered and it was Velver (if memory serves).

I wonder if Cosima's friends have a role to play too. Maybe in a big twist, it was really one of them.

RebelVampire

they definitely have a role to play. they are suspicious af, though idk if you got to that part yet

mathtans

Ahh, if they appear in "Destiny" then no. I only got to the bit after Velver and Jorel talked. (I feel like they're related, incidentally.)

Speaking of though, the plot has been very clever in rolling out it's cast. Gradual enough to come to terms with each new character, but teasing others that end up with bigger roles later on. I'm reminded of an early scene when Velver was spying on Cosima - and Nocturne was spying on him. Layers.

RebelVampire

yeah i really like the pacing on it too. i dont have to spend an immense time memorizing a billion names at once.

Superjustinbros

At least the names aren't too hard to memorize.

mathtans

I'm still horrible with names. It's a gift.

I imagine it scans differently too when you're seeing it as it comes out versus binging, but I felt like the pacing was done well for the cast.

Superjustinbros

i feel ya Math (edited)

RebelVampire

on the side topic of nocturne, i feel like left to their own devices she and cosima wouldn't fight it out to the death. instead theyd be all sister bondy bond, have some tea, etc. so i think for sure its not they themselves who bring the prophecy to pass, its the plans of others who try to grab at the power and turn them on each other. but i also think cosima and nocturne will be obstinate and keep hugging each other screaming no

mathtans

I'm not so sure about that. Mainly because they might not always have control over their bodies. Like when Cosima went crazy on Jorel for self preservation. Could happen again with unintended consequences.

Nocturne probably also resents Cosima for growing up without so much responsibility, maybe also for having actual parents who aren't apparently trapped in crystals.

(...is reading a bit further in the background btw...)

RebelVampire

idk if nocturne would resent cosima for it. cause i mean, at least nocturne's parents are still probably alive in their crystals and werent viciously murdered. though youre right that riga may have other ideas about their bonding and just take over. but then again riga seems to know what velver is up to so riga might not act either.

the bigger danger on seeing nocturne i think is seeing the queen of elves

cause shes the one who might not take kindly to cosima XD

mathtans

Well, yeah, once Nocturne learns of the murdering that might change things. ^.^ There's a lot of variables in play I suppose.

That said, I will willingly ship Nocturne with Cosima's friends.

RebelVampire

LOL i dont think i can get behind that ship. mostly cause i expect cosima's friends to die. :"D

mathtans

That light haired girl is kind of precious though, with her theories.

I wonder what she'd make of seeing the town.... ... and now I'm picturing her at the brothel, I shouldn't do that.

Also, shipping all the girls in the brothel.

RebelVampire

yes those are more acceptable ships. the brothel girls are probably safe. and head brothel girl has a whip.

also i found it, that scene with cosima's friends being super suspicious. it was actually in puppeter

https://tapas.io/episode/915705

mathtans

Right, the fact that they knew Jorel. I thought that was weird.

It's fine though, I'll still ship them with each other! All the ships!

RebelVampire

yeah. whatever organization jorel is from theyre clearly from

QUESTION 4. Among the larger threads rests a plethora of other possible curiosities to be solved. Who exactly were Cosima’s parents? Were they working for someone from the beginning, or did they somehow get wrapped up in everything? Who are Cosima’s friends considering they lament that their comfortable lives have changed since Cosima left? Who is Jorel, and why are his orders to kill Cosima? What is the deal with the elves trapped in crystals? As far as the plot goes, how might the Hunters affect what’s going on in general? What about Chaze? Will he be able to stop the war, or is his destiny meant to be something greater than that? In general, what are your theories for the future? What do you think or want to see happen?

mathtans

Are they from that organization though? Because if so, they know where Cosima is. Why bother sending Jorel.

RebelVampire

i think jorel is more firmly acting on his own

since the friends didnt know of any death order

mathtans

He was saying he couldn't go back without being sure she was dead though, or someone would be upset.

I think.

RebelVampire

so maybe the friends didnt get the message? and theyre going to show up going wtf guys

mathtans

Holy Hannah! Kader's more psychotic than Jorel, she doesn't even kill directly. (Just got caught up.) Like geeeeeez.

Rebel: Maybe. There was the implication that they could return as well.

I suspects events will prevent that, but they thought it was an option.

RebelVampire

maybe. idk. i need more data in this case. i still think jorel is working more on his own though. cause maybe the person who was gonna be upset is actually gonna be upset regardless. and be like wtf jorel why did you kill riga you dolt

but yeah kader is psychotic, or at the very least tyrannical

velver did not necessarily make a good switch

i really want to know whats up with the elves in the crystals. like was there a spell that backfired and the queen just doesnt care O_O

mathtans

Maybe, yeah... also that mention of having the same problem in another 10 years makes me think once again that if the battle doesn't happen the spirits move on again. Or something.

Yeah, maybe the elves in the crystals had a disease? So it's like suspended animation? Because it was mentioned that there were fewer elves than merfolk.

Or maybe they just couldn't make enough food for the city, so this means fewer mouths to feed. Swords apparently grow in the crystals, but I guess vegetables don't.

RebelVampire

maybe it is a disease. or maybe this is actually why riga was kidnapped. cause riga caused it and jorel's group was like "welp we found riga. did you see that giant crystal explosion?"

im not sure what mention youre talking about with the 10 years thing tho

i must of missed it

mathtans

The most recent update. Third panel from the end.

Riga likes making crystals. Everyone needs a hobby.

RebelVampire

hmmm from the phrasing i feel like the implication is more that nocturne will kill riga? and kader will have to wait a decade for riga to be reborn again so they have to restart the kidnapping process. but i could be wrong.

mathtans

As to the future, I really don't think I can call it. Too many moving pieces. I also wonder a bit if maybe the Circle's hiding elements of the prophecy, accidentally or otherwise.

Ahh, I see... no, that's possible. Doesn't necessarily negate the Velver/Jorel reincarnation issue though, maybe the host doesn't need to die.

(Yes, I'm back to that theory.)

RebelVampire

its a possible theory. though like i say theyd really have to mess it up for this to be a thing. i do think parts of the prophecy are hidden

though maybe its a bit of both

in that theyre purposefully hiding some of it

but then theres parts that they just missed

and are gonna go through their archives and go "oops"

mathtans

It was censored by the clerics.

Incidentally, just want to shout-out here too for the translator. I noticed the comic's originally in German, and gets translated. Can't be simple coming up with the terms like for the "virtual loop" forest.

(Maybe the original German prophecy got translated so many times it's being misinterpreted. )

RebelVampire

i am curious what the original german says now XD

mathtans

I can't speak German. They have neat words for things though.

Okay, final theory. In a massive plot twist, Cosima's cat app saves the day. All the outside world needed was technologies to unify the different groups.

Oh! And shout-out to some of the fun cartoony poses. I feel like those would be fun to draw. (Or maybe not draw, but see once drawn?)

RebelVampire

haha i did kind of hope it would go that way tbh. that by the end the worlds recombine and they figure out that technology is awesome and puts less pressure on the whole magic business.

so i mean if cosima's cat app requires this to happen, so be it

mathtans

I wonder if there's anywhere for her phone to charge. Or if she can use magic for that.

RebelVampire

i wonder if vampire guy we saw briefly who seemed to be from cosima's world has the cat app

that would be hilarious. has all these great goddess powers, uses them to recharge her phone

mathtans

It's the simple things in life sometimes.

RebelVampire

well if cosima visits the brothel again, she cant disappoint. theyll want to see that cat app again

mathtans

Yis. That will be after the Origin Story... the Sequel Story.

RebelVampire

COMIC TEA PARTY- THURSDAY BOOK CLUB END!

Sadly, this wraps up this week’s Thursday Book Club chat for now. Thank you so much to everyone for reading and joining us! We want to give a special thank you to Carolin Reich, as well, for making The Origin Story. If you liked the comic, make sure to support Carolin Reich’s efforts however you’re able to~!

Read and Comment: https://tapas.io/series/The-Origin-Story

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Carolin Reich’s Twitter: https://twitter.com/Ensyis

Comic Tea Party- Thursday Book Club

Next week’s Thursday Book Club will be about A Drift of Souls by Davpow. For participants, you have the next week to read as much of the comic as you would like~! We hope to see you on Thursday, October 25th, from 5PM to 7PM PDT for the chat in #thursday_bookclub!

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