#he forgets that he deals with this shit on the regular and it’s an entirely new brand of weird for everyone else

[k0juki]

Mafia!Max Verstappen headcanons

Summary: Max used to be with reader, but they broke up, she gets pregnant (with him) and didn't told him and they met a few years later. More mafia!Max here!

English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! Don't copy or translate my works!

Wc: 767

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• It was just a useless relationship that he didn't need, nothing more

• at least that's what he says himself everyday, but it was far from the truth and he knew it.

• He loved you, that's for sure, but

• he did what he had to do, so you will be safe but

• how could you live your life and one day see your "mini-me" looking right back at you.

• He wasn't planning to go this far and what's worst, to have a child with his enemy's daughter.

• He never wanted that and the fact

• Max broke your heart all those years ago was just a bonus.

• After that you moved out of the Netherlands, back to London, but

• a few weeks later, you found out that you were pregnant. Well, shit.

• It was a little boy. Elijah or your little Eli.

• You wanted to tell Max, you really did, but your father didn't approved that,

• he didn't want him to know, and the fact that your father was head of the local British Mafia and his enemy was Dutch Mafia, wasn't good at all.

• little Eli was your secret, so whe Max saw you with little child

• it was safe to say that he almost had a stroke right on the sidewalk.

• Max never thought that he would see you again.

• Well, not at least with a little kid that looked like him.

• He was just supposed to take care of a few things around the London and then fly back to Netherlands

• but he saw you and your little blonde boy

• as you carried him in your arms and his own were around your neck with little red and blue car toy.

• You were crossing the road, when you saw Max on the other side.

• You stopped in the middle of crosswalk, mouth agape with nerves on the march.

• What was he doing here?

• You turned on your heels and basically ran back to your car.

• After that you tried your hardest to stay away from him, or anyone from that matter

• but he knew what he saw

• and that was you and his child, a boy,

• his heir that he had and didn't know about

• but he was determined to change that and he did when

• he found your penthouse that you owed, he killed every guard outside the building that was watching over you and your son, he couldn't care less about them and

• he will deal with your father later, now

•Max he didn't want to scare you like before, so he

• knocked on door and obviously

• he didn't expect a little boy with car toy he saw earlier and with paci in his mouth

• will open for him, and then he heard your call for Eli, asking him who came here, thinking it was your mother because she was your regular guest.

• You came to the door and saw Max, how he just stood here, looking

• as you scoped little Eli in your arms and asked him what he was doing here, but all he could do was to

• ask if it's his son, you looked at him

• and said yes, it was three and half years ago that you saw and talked to each other and you

• still missed him, but you couldn't forget how he broke up with you.

• Saying it was for your own good.

• he dropped to his knees

• "I'm so sorry" he apologized and promised that he would do anything to make it up to you and his son.

• To spend all his free time with you both, to have you both in his life

• but you weren't convinced, more like scared

• what if something happens, what if someone hurts your baby?

• You wouldn't survive that.

• He kissed your and Elijah head and promising to take care of both of you, that he will move the entire world just for you

• and you accepted.

• You didn't want to move right back to Netherland, so he stayed most of his time in your penthouse with you and Eli

• slowly got used to him, after you explained that Max is his father, he didn't want him to leave, ever.

• It took a lot of time to open back to him, but he always made sure that you have everything you and Eli needed.

• His family.

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I want more of Mafia!Max so send me some requests of him. 🫶 more posts here!

[drdemonprince]

Your blog is like a breath of fresh air. Thank you for all the wonderful thoughts and writing.

That said I actually have a question. I am pro-palestine(it feels stupid to call it that, as if it should even be a debate) and in a very left leaning friend group. But also a very white academic one. You know the type, read Marx, dream of the revolution but continue studying to end up in 9 to 5s instead of doing anything(I am guilty of it too, this isn't meant as insult just a description)

Anyways, as you can imagine they have been extremely hesitant when it comes to having any opinion on Israel or Palestine. That wouldn't be a problem in itself, I know how to start topics with them and get them thinking usually but in this case there is an additional problem. Whenever I try to broach the topic I get shutdown with "Look at all the shit that is going on here, our country is falling into fascism, I just don't have the energy to deal with this conflict. Please don't talk about it because it's triggering". And I have zero clue what to do. Forget getting them to go on protests with me, I can't even speak to them about it and feel really guilty. Its me bringing up a heavily triggering topic after all. It feels wrong to feel guilty though. I know at the end of the day it's not important if I could convince some people to give a fuck but do you have any advice? How to get over this guilt or maybe how to broach a topic with that considered?

My main problem is my fear of losing my friends because I have been ill for some time(as in physically unable to leave the house for more than a short grocery run, or my visits to the doctor, because of pain and my friends are what keep me alive) and losing their help would be not good.

My exact situation aside, do you have advice for someone to broach a topic that others describe as unpleasant/triggering without causing a huge rift in the group?

Thanks for your kind words and your question, Anon.

I think your friends suck and that you can do better than them. I think you should get out there and find yourself some Black, brown, working class anarchist and anarco-communist buds (and Marxists who show up for others in a real, observable way in their regular lives) as soon as you can.

I know that wasn't the answer you were looking for. But I have seen this kind of entirely theoretical, jaded, self-superior, passive, white well-off Marxist type a thousand times before, and I've failed to ever see them show up for other people in any kind of consistent way.

And it's not only the people systematically crushed beneath the wheel of Capital half a world away that they neglect, either. They tend to be pretty shitty friends and neighbors when it all comes down to it on the micro-level, too. Their smug over-intellectualism and dispassionate cynicism allows them to justify remaining disengaged and going along with the status quo in a way that ultimately serves capitalism very well.

There is a theoretical basis to this selfishness and disengagement, I will admit. This type of overly academic Marxist typically believes that the fall of capitalism is inevitable, that humans lack free will and only behave as befits their obvious material interests, and that there is nothing that one can do on a personal level to hasten any kind of Revolution, so there is nothing left to do but wait, and take care of oneself, and allow the future to unfold.

This is a perspective explicitly advocated for by people like the Chapo Trap House guys, and among academic white boy communist types, it is incredibly popular. I remember hearing Matt Christman saying on his vlogs that he essentially does not believe the conditions allowing capitalism to fall will happen in his lifetime, and so his only responsibility is to just take care of himself and his family and be comfortable.

Ultimately, these types wind up sounding and behaving exactly like capitalist economists who believe that everyone is rationally motivated only by increasing their personal wealth. They are disengaged from politics except insofar as they like to make snide jokes about current events for their own entertainment and enrichment, and they don't see themselves as having the capacity to exert a positive influence on the world, nor any obligation to. It's bleak shit.

At the same time, if your friends are in the circles that tend to read and listen to and promote this kind of stuff, surely they have also been exposed to popular leftist voices advocating loudly for the Palestinian cause. And yet still they have done nothing.

Hasan Piker has been vocally pro-Palestine his entire career, and his Twitch channel has been providing near constant coverage of Palestinian issues since October 7th. True Anon has had multiple episodes on the Israel Lobby, the suppression of pro-Palestinian activism and journalistic coverage, and has aired interviews with Normal Finkelstein. Palestine is the central topic of nearly every Trillbilly Worker's Party podcast for months now.

These are widely popular voices among the very types of Marxists that you say that your friends are, and many of these creators are close friends with the Chapo Trap House guys, whom your friends almost certainly are taking notes from. So it's nearly impossible to imagine that your friends have not encountered the near constant coverage of the struggle of the Palestinians that all the rest of us have. And yet still your friends do nothing. Still they do not care, and dismiss you when you share with them how despairing you feel.

Your friends have turned off an essential part of their hearts, I think. And I don't mean they lack empathy. Not having empathy is fine, I don't have it either -- but I make the conscious choice to care about the Palestinian cause and to advocate for it, because it aligns with my values. I give a fuck. My giving a fuck is conveyed through my actions, not through what I think about or how I feel.

Your friends are showing no interest in learning more about this genocide or doing anything about it. Perhaps some degree of ignorance or hesitancy could be justified early on because the Israeli apologist propaganda is so far reaching, but we're well past the point of that explaining away inaction by now. Over 100,000 people are missing and over 30,000 are known to be dead and little girls are being shot by snipers while seeking medical care while babies are left to rot in their NICU beds.

Your friends know this. Maybe not everyone in the world does, but if they're so well-read about leftist issues, your friends do. And they have chosen, for some reason, not to care. They've disconnected from the pain the Palestinian people are in, unplugged from the steady stream of upsetting information, sought comfort in a politics that says all too conveniently that nothing they do matters, and when you try to share with them how much anguish you are feeling about the mass deaths happening throughout the world, they're dismissive toward you.

Your friends suck. If acknowleding reality and confronting the horrors of a genocide is too tough and triggering for them, then a lot of horrors here at home will be too much for their fragile egos too. There are so many leftists you could be surrounding yourself with instead, I promise -- people who give back to their communities, people who are in the streets doing the tough work of feeding and housing and fighting for the release from prison of people every day, instead of using those local struggles as a shield for their inaction on a more global scale.

Fuck these people for real. This is a big glaring red flag and it will be relevant to your friendship and your life. One day many of them might see you and your problems and your human needs as too much of a distraction from their dry academic jerk-off sessions too. I've seen it a dozen times. Sorry to be so blunt. But you seem like a person who is putting their attention in all the right places and I don't want to see that compassion squandered on people who won't ever show you the same consideration. You can find people who actually walk the walk, they're everywhere.

[timeslugarts]

Third Times a Charm

Part 3 of my Vera X Vox story

Part 1 and Part 2 here!

A/N - This is my favorite part so far. It's all fluffy and fun. No NSFW in the chapter either.

CW for Valentino being an asshole 👍

Vox stared at his phone desperately waiting for a reply. The day had been rough thus far, business deals going sour, Val being, well, Val, and Vox was about one more disappointment away from another citywide blackout. 

His phone pinged. Nothing but an address and wink.

He let out a sigh, at least there was one thing he could count on. 

Vox and Vera had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, and by seeing each other he means meeting up at a random location of her choosing and fucking until neither one of them could move. It was the best part of some of Vox's weeks, all the frustration and energy he'd built up could all be released into her body, or on it. She took it in stride too, always matching him tit for tat. She had even stopped stealing from him… most of the time.

And he really needed it today.

The clock slowly ticked down as Vox moved from one project to the next, attending meetings, product reviews, and the odd interview, but finally 8 rolled around. He grabbed his coat and made his way to the door, but something halted him. A large looming figure that made Vox's heart sink.

"Voxxy, darling, my bed's been awfully cold recently." Valentino purred, pressing his back against the door and closing it. 

Vox turned on the charm, wanting to get out of this situation as fast as he could.

"Val! Sorry my sweet! I've just been so busy! You know, work and the regular grind!" He chuckled. "Speaking of," he tried to worm his way around Val, "I have another urgent meeting to get to." Vox had his hand on the handle.

"You're lying." Val's voice sang out, Vox froze. 

Suddenly the moth had gripped Vox's lapels. "What whore are you fucking behind me back Vox!?" Val's saliva was dripping from his mouth in a fluorescent pink stream and getting on to the coat in Vox's hand. He dropped it grimacing at the garment.

"Val I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." Vox tried another disarming chuckle, he placed his hand on top of Val's trying to slowly pry it off of him.

"Do you think I'm a fuckin joke? I can smell the bitch on you." Valentino's grip tightened as he pulled Vox closer. He had lifted him to the point Vox couldn't touch the ground anymore. 

"Val please-" Vox tried to choke out, feet grasping for purchase, his hands tightening around Valentino's. 

"You. Are. Mine." Val growled out, "and don't you fucking forget it!" Val's third arm came up and hit Vox in the face, the sickening crunch of his monitor rang in his own ears as he was sent careening backwards onto the floor.

"What the FUCK Val?" Vox gasped pieces of his broken screen falling around him like some macabre glitter. 

"I told you, you're MINE, and who's going to fuck you now with a face like that hmm?" Valentino smirked, shrugging nonchalantly as if he didn't just destroy Vox's face. 

"If you're that desperate for a fuck why don't you just call Angel? Oh wait…" Vox sneered, knowing damn well that would get under his skin. 

Valentino gasped, and Vox was sure there was going to be a lot more after that, but he had already zipped into the nearest camera and far away from the Vee Tower, his jacket forgotten on the floor. 

Before entering the bar that Vera had picked, Vox looked at himself reflected in the glass. He looked like shit, his entire left side was shattered, pieces were static while others were simply black. There was no way she was going to sleep with him now. He let out a low breath before entering the bar anyways.

It was never hard to find her, no matter how dark and filthy the place was. She stood out like a beacon in the mist calling him to shore. He had no patience for games tonight though, there was no time for their usual back and forth. 

"Oh, fancy seeing you here." 

He had no response, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her to the nearest available room.

"Woah, hey, Vox what are you-" She tugged her wrist away, pulling him to face her. The silence was deafening when she finally saw his shattered face.

"Vox what happened?" She whispered, any playfulness in her eyes was gone immediately. This is what he'd been dreading.

"So are we going to fuck or what? Or am I not to your standards?" He threw up the air quotes at standards. 

He continued to glare down, a little amused to finally see shock pass over her features. Always so calm, even when her life's on the line, but this is what finally gets her to crack?

Vera stared hard at Vox hard, she bit her lip, obviously deep in thought. About what, Vox couldn't be sure, but it was making him nervous. He was starting to feel antsy until Vera grabbed him by the arm and started to drag him to the exit.

"Come on, keep up." She said as she kept pulling.

"What? Where are we going?" He stumbled along, the height difference was enough that being dragged by her made it difficult to move properly.

"My place, now come on." She had glanced back to gauge his reaction, but Vox had shut up at that. Following along like it was his job, a prominent look of confusion plastered on his face. 

The whole way to her building was silent, neither one saying a word, but her hand never left his. 

When they arrived Vox drank it all in. He really wasn't sure what he was expecting, but this looked more like an abandoned office building than a house. Windows were boarded up, trash littered the sidewalks, some homeless bum was asleep in the grass next to the place. 

"Welcome to the Palace of Mischief." She used her free hand to gesture towards the derelict building. 

Vox could only stare back, eye squinted in uncertainty. Vera giggled and pulled him up to the door. 

She pushed inside and the change felt dramatic. Dim lights illuminated the area, showing a space that seemed to have been decorated by an interior designer with severe decision paralysis. Statuary pieces littered the cabinets, floor, and desks, as well as a variety of plants. Near the entrance a Roman column stood by itself, taller than Vox, with an empty fish bowl at the top. A worn looking couch sat in the middle of the room with several mismatched quilts thrown atop it. 

Vera dragged him all the way inside and pushed him lightly on the couch, "Now you sit here, I'll be right back." Vox was still too shocked to speak, he couldn't even believe he was in her house to begin with. All he could do was nod dumbly and watch as she walked off to the kitchen area. He noticed all her little flames that usually circled her neck had scattered off in different directions. One flew off to hang around a rather tall grass-like plant, another flew off to nestle into the empty fish bowl, one even went to hang out near a bust of a rather severe looking man. 

"Make yourself comfy, I won't be long." Vera yelled from the kitchen. Vox looked at one of the throws next to him, he pulled it over on top of his thighs while still maintaining its folded integrity. He felt silly doing it, but everything felt silly right now. He continued to look around himself, the TV, he noted, wasn't Voxtech, Hell it wasn't even modern. There wasn't a single piece of Voxtech in the room at all, no wonder he had such a difficult time finding her, it's like she was living in the stone age. 

Her thighs came into view before him, he looked up, she had changed into something more casual and was holding two steaming mugs.

"What is all this?" He blurted out, feeling uncomfortable by the normalcy of everything. 

"This-" She nudged the mug into his hand, "is hot chocolate." She stated simply, he looked at the contents of the cups, small marshmallows danced around the top in the shape of stars.

Cute. He thought idly. 

"And this-" She gestured vaguely around her, "is a relax day. Now arms up." He did as she said, raising his hands and the mug above his head. Vera climbed on top, draping her legs on one side of his thigh with her back against the armrest of the couch. He lowered his arms back down, hands settling comfortably on her stomach. 

"Do you like movies?" He laughed, the incredulity of the situation finally catching up to him.

"Of course I like movies doll, I basically am one." He quirked a brow at her. 

She giggled, and it made him smile. Every time she laughed it made his heart stutter, especially.

"I guess that makes sense," she tapped her chin, "oh I have the perfect movie, one of my favorites." Vera picked up the remote, pressed a couple of buttons and the movie came to life on the screen. It was an older movie, black white, something he felt like he might've seen before, in a different lifetime.

"Does it hurt?" She whispered. Vox looked over, she looked concerned. Her fingers stretched out to delicately trace around his screen, careful not to mess with the shards.

"No, not anymore." He leaned into her touch. 

"What happened?" 

"I'd rather not talk about it." Vox grimaced at the memory. He didn't want to ruin the mood by talking about Valentino.

"I understand… but I am pretty sure I told you to get comfortable." 

"Wha- I am?" How else could he possibly get more comfortable, cozy house, pretty girl on his lap, what else was there?

Vera laughed and plucked the hat from his head. 

"Hey!" He yelped in surprise.

"How does this thing even work?" She asked, flipping the very thin garment back and forth.

"It's magnetic!" He snatched the hat back and threw it on the table. "Listen, I don't have a lot of options on headwear, you don't know how hard it is-" 

"Shhh, watch the movie." She pressed her finger against the right side of his face. He felt himself blush at the soft touch. It was stupid, they've had so much sex, like SO much sex, he should not be blushing at something so silly.

"But you just-" 

"SHHHHH."

Vox huffed and threw himself back against the cushion, a small grin tugging at his face. 

They sat in a comfortable silence as the movie played, sipping on their hot chocolates, laughing at the antics of the characters, especially when the leading man pushed his ex wife by the face. Vox laughed at the unexpected act startling Vera so much she almost spilled her drink. Eventually he felt Vera lean into him, head resting on his shoulder, he let his arm drift to her shoulder, fingers stroking the bare skin of her arm. 

He was at peace, Vox couldn't think of the last time he'd ever felt so comfortable before. There were no expectations, no demands, he could just sit here. Even with his screen broken, he felt okay. 

A subtle shift at his side made him look down, Vera's hair had fallen across her face, as she snoozed away quietly, her hot chocolate still resting in her hands. 

“A magnificence that comes out of your eyes, in your voice, in the way you stand there, in the way you walk, you’re lit from within. You’ve got fires banked down in you, hearth-fires and holocausts." The man in the movie professed his love to the leading lady.

But all Vox could do was stare down at the sleeping woman, admiring the way she breathed, the curve of her lips, her long lashes, his claws moved to brush the hair from off her face. He set his cup on the table and easily lifted her only to set her back down on the sofa. He took one of her many throws and laid it over her. 

He stood there staring for a couple beats longer, before leaving without another word.

His head was fuzzy, the whole event gave him whiplash. First Val's treatment and then Vera's, somehow it felt like they were both lying to him.

The first Voxtech security camera he saw he hopped into. He was heading directly back to his room, absolutely not wanting to deal with anyone.

As he zipped back to his penthouse he thought that even though he never fell asleep, even though she was in his sights the entire time, that she might have managed to steal something from him anyways, but he was too scared to admit to himself what exactly it was that she had stolen. 

[jynxpsiche]

Like a love story

💌. Summary: simple headcanons of tangerine meeting you and gradually falling in love.

💌. Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, fluff, canon gore, swearing, (y/n) used one or twice, grammar and spelling error.

🍋. Lemon’s speaking

🍊. Tangerine’s speaking

🍓. Reader’s speaking

how you meet❣️

• it was early in the morning when you arrived at the caffee, being called by your friend for covering her shif in the early morning since she was shit-faced from a last night’s party.

• it wasn’t a big deal, even if that meant waking earlier than usual. You were just trying to help a friend out.

• there weren’t many clients early in the morning, mostly runners or some students with an upcoming exam. Shifts like these never stressed you.

• while you were checking the inventory, the bell upon the door belled, meaning a new customer entered the caffee.

• it was Lemon, a regular customer. Most of the times he would come late at night, when usually your normal shift would end. It was quite rarely for him to show up so early.

• also he wasn’t alone. A tall man with long curly hair and a moustache stood behind him a wrinkled face.

🍋. “Hello strawberry, how ya doin’ today?”

🍓. “Hi, I’m fine. What about you? Everything’s good?”

The man nodded in response, only after a mumbled curse from the other man Lemon acknowledged his presence.

🍋. “Strawberry, I want ya to meet my brother, Tangerine. Tan, she’s (Y/n).”

You waved lightly at the man with a small smile on your face.

• when Tangerine met your gaze, he knew he was fucked. He thought you were glowing or something when you waved at him.

• he didn’t answer back but only nodded briefly his head, trying to keep his cool.

• obviously he received a strange look from his brother.

• tangerine observed closely how you and his brother chatted lively, like to close friends meeting up after a long time.

• his gaze was fixated on your figure and he noticed how your eyes lit up during the entire conversation or how a dimple appeared when you smiled.

• he thought you were really cute.

🍓. “Here’s the usual Lemon. It was nice seeing you again.”

🍋. “The pleasure’s mine, strawberry.”

🍓. “Oh! It was nice meeting you too, Tangerine. I hope we can be friends!”

Again, no words came out from the man’s mouth. His blue eyes met yours and he acknowledged your proposal with a straight face.

• ok now you probably hated him.

• but it wasn’t his faul! He panicked and that never happened to him.

• once they left the caffee, his brother shooted questions at him about his strange behaviour.

• Lemon was right: he has never been this quiet.

🍋. “I wasn’t going to say it, but you have a big fat crush.”

🍊. “Shut the hell up!”

how he asked you out❣️

• after that first encounter, you noticed how frequently the other twin, the tall one, came to the caffe.

• most of the times during your shifts.

• and most of the times…alone.

• at first the only words you two exchanged were necessary for him to order and for you to ensure a good service.

• it was…awkward.

• you noticed from his eyes how he wanted to start a proper conversation, but something invisible held him back everytime.

• Tangerine knew he was making a fool of himself.

• he tried to forget you, to force himself to avoid that place, but every. fucking. time. he was drawn by an invisible force to you.

• it was like you casted a spell on him. And he hated it.

• he hated the furious beats of his heart when he thought of you.

• he hated your sweet giggles.

• and most of all he hated that stupid dimple that appeared on your stupid face everytime you smiled.

• you were driving him insane.

• but one day he made up his mind. He decided to try to start a real conversation with you.

🍋. “I told you you were head over heels for her.”

🍊. “I’m fucking not. I just wanna seem kind.”

🍋. “Yeah. Kind. Because you like her.”

🍊. “I’m gonna smash your head through a fucking wall if ya don’t shut the fuck up!”

• so a nervous Tangerine entered the shop.

• it was 7pm and he noticed how the shop wasn’t so full. Maybe luck was on his side.

• you immediately noticed him and a big smile plastered on your face.

• Tangerine’s heart beat faster at that sight and a slight blush crept up his cheeks.

• he approached your figure at the counter and confidently he opened his mouth, ready to start a conversation.

• but we guess luck wasn’t fully on his side that day.

• a group of armed thieves suddenly entered the shop and pointed their guns at the customers and at the staff.

• scared whimpers echoed through the shop. With a quick motion Tangerine landed and crouched behind the counter near your scared figure.

🍊. “It’s alright love, nothing is going to happen to you.”

• and he was damn sure about his statement.

• without using his gun, Tangerine fought the thieves also with the help of metal trays and glasses.

• he didn’t want to scare you more.

• once he was done he returned behind the counter and a sigh of relief left his mouth when he noticed your figure still there.

• but he couldn’t accept how furiously your figure was trembling.

🍓. “Tan-Tangerine?”

Your soft voice came out as a whisper, but it was laced with terror.

Tangerine’s figure crouched next yours and he placed his hands on your shoulders, sweetly caressing them.

🍊. “Yes, it’s me. Are you okay love? Are you hurt somewhere?”

At his questions, you only shook you head in a ‘no’ motion.

🍓. “It was you who stopped them?”

🍊. “Yes love, it was me. I’m sorry if I scared ya.”

Again, you disagreed with him.

🍓. “I thought you were really cool and I could never thank you enough for saving me.”

A light chuckled left his lips and his strong arms engulfed you in a tight embrace. You could clearly smell his cologne and feel his moustache tickle your forehead.

The man stayed in that position and simply left light kisses on your forehead, as a way to calm you down. Or that’s what he told himself.

🍊. “How about a dinner? That would be the perfect way to thank me.”

🍓. “Dinner it is.”

who said ‘I love you’ first❣️

• after that first date, many more followed.

• the first time he took you to a fancy restaurant, and the best part was the dress HE bought for YOU.

• even if at first you were slightly uncomfortable in that type of environment, he immediately made you feel at ease.

• you loved his accent and mostly his kindness towards you. He showed his gentle side only to you.

🍊. “I’m really glad ya accepted to go on a date with me, love.”

🍓. “When your brother introduced you, I wanted to get to know you better.”

• not only fancy dates but also late night drivings!

• he absolutely loved to show off his insanely driving skill and also his spectacular cars.

• expect a lot of gifts from this man, he’s trade to be your sugar daddy.

• ok maybe he already is.

🍊. “Saw this and thought of you.”

🍓. “Oh Tan, you didn’t have to.”

🍊. “Everything for you love.”

• I see him as the type to slow dance with you only when you are alone.

• in a field, in your/his apartment, in a desert street.

• he may not be the best dancer, but for you he would do anything.

• Tangerine never stops talking to his brother about you. And now Lemon regrets introducing you to him.

🍋. “It’s the millionth time that you tell me how beautiful she is.”

🍊. “So ya fuckin’ know how I feel when you won’t shut the fuck about Thomas, dont’cha?”

• please please please tell him how gorgeous he looks in his suit.

• he tries to be as prepared as possible when meeting you. He wants you to think he looks handsome just like he thinks you are marvellous.

• sometimes you catch him stealing a bracelet or a ring from someone just to gift it to you.

🍓. “Tangerine.”

🍊. “Yes love?”

🍓. “You know I don’t need that right?”

🍊. “I think it looks better on you.”

🍓. “Give it back, Tan.”

The curly-haired man sighed loudly and approached a woman with a tight smile. Clearly irritated.

🍊. “Ma’am, I think ya dropped this.”

• once he decided to take you to another fancy restaurant with a terrace.

• he indeed booked not only the table, but the entire terrace just for you two.

• he bought you your favourite flowers.

• and for this date he chose matching outfits.

• he wants to show others that you were his.

• the night was perfect.

• well…for 10 minutes and 34 seconds.

• suddenly a group of men surrounded your table and in a blink you found yourself under the table while Tangerine fought against them.

• this time he used the gun.

🍊. “CLOSE YOUR EYES LOVE AND COVER YOUR EARS!”

🍓. “Please be careful!”

• he loved how you cared about him.

• once the fight was done, your eyes immediately fell on Tangerine’s bloody figure.

• you knew most of the blood wasn’t his, but you couldn’t be not preoccupied.

• his blue eyes met yours and they widen in shock.

• he hadn’t had the time to open his mouth when your figure embraced his torso.

🍊. “I’m fine darling. I’ll always be.”

🍓. “I know you’re fine, but please next time be more careful. You’re still bleeding from your shoulder.”

• ah yes, you didn’t miss his wound.

• all Tangerine needs right now is to have you near him. He craves you.

• he was scared he would have lost you.

• he knew you were smart enough to protect yourself, but faith was unpredictable.

• Tangerine could not bare to lose you.

🍋. “Alright lovebirds, let’s get out of here.”

🍊. “What the fuck are ya doing here?”

🍋. “(Y/n) texted me.”

You flashed him an innocent bit not so innocent smile.

• Lemon drove you two to your apartment.

• you made sure Tangerine was comfortable enough and then you started treating his wound.

• it was uncharacteristically from Tangerine to be so silent.

• but he couldn’t help but focus his attention on your concentrated face.

🍊. “I love you.”

• he blurted that out.

• and he could believe his ears.

• he knew he loved you after your second date but obviously thought it was too early to say it.

• your delicate fingers froze mid air and your eyes locked with his.

🍓. “You really mean it?”

🍊. “With all my heart.”

[daandyli0n]

so. decided to draw some more realistic noses. think i did pretty well.

anyway!! the MCI kids in my Rewrite!

fun facts for y'all:

Naomi and Gabi were Liz's best friends before she died.

Baker absolutely loved Bonnie. favorite animatronic. he wanted to be a rock star when he grew up, just like his hero.

Baker never wore shoes anywhere. he also had these Animal Paw socks that his mom got for him that he also wore everywhere.

y'know the saying that's like "Queer people tend to form groups together, even if not all of them have realized they're queer yet"? that summarizes the MCI + Charlie and Cassidy (CC). to give some examples:

Gabi is actually transfem.

Baker and Naomi are aroace, but in different ways. Naomi thinks dating is gross and dreads Valentine's Day. don't get her wrong, getting cards and stuff is nice, but...Christ, can the boys get annoying. she's one of the popular girls, she gets it, but JESUS. Baker? well, for one, the kid's five. but he also just kinda doesn't care in general.

Felix's entire philosophy on gender is "I Don't Give A Shit; Call Me What You Want." kid does Not give a fuck, they've got other things to worry about.

Kelsey is also technically transfem, but never got to really explore that. he has brought the topic up to Cassidy before while they were dead though; "Do you ever have moments where you think you're not a boy?" "I mean yeah, but we're kinda busy trying to kill my dad, Kel-" take this as you will for what that means for Cassidy.

anyway, back to regular headcanons (i mean. if they're my versions of the MCI that are all basically ocs in this rewrite, are they really headcanons?):

Baker and Kelsey were really close to Cassidy, because their brothers (Mike, Jeremy, and Andrew) all knew each other and hung out.

not a single one of these kids are neurotypical. not a one.

Baker is specifically AuDHD (autism + ADHD). to everyone else he's just the most hyperactive kid with a Bonnie obsession in existence.

as y'all can guess, Baker was the youngest :(

Kelsey and Andrew don't have a great home life.

these kids were all friends with Cassidy before they all died.

Baker deals with that "fun" thing where you go into a room and forget why you're there and/or how you got there. it's why Bonnie seems to teleport. it's just because he wanders around and doesn't realize he's reached a place until he's suddenly there. scares the shit out of nightguards, though!

Baker thinks that he's done the coolest thing he could've possibly done; he's BECOME Bonnie. whether that's a coping mechanism for his current situation or he genuinely sees this as an upside is up to y'all.

Baker's surprisingly the least aggressive soul out of the others. he wants vengeance, but he can tell that these nightguards ain't the guy. his "aggression" is just him being a silly little guy, really. he just wants to play with someone!! unfortunately, being in an animatronic makes it much easier to kill someone. poor kid :(

Felix, aside from Cassidy, is the most aggressive. in his eyes, it was the employees' responsibility to keep his safe and from dying. William didn't even try to hide it when he took him. he was in view of the cameras and everything in that suit. and yet no one seemed to notice when he was taken. no one came to stop William from taking him to the back. him killing the nightguards has more to do with bitterness and anger at nothing being done to save him than vengeance against a killer he didn't recognize. he knows damn well who killed him, the kid's just pissed.

Baker recognized Jeremy when he was a nightguard, and didn't attack him the rest of the night. did fuck around with him, though. brothers, am i right?

Gabi really likes hiding under tables so that she doesn't have to talk to people. shy girl, y'know?

Naomi really likes dogs. she kept begging her parents for a dog and, while they promised her one, never got around to getting her a real one. guess how William lured her. Guess.

Naomi, like Susie, was the first of the MCI.

Kelsey liked to draw (and still does, as a ghost. although his drawings after death are less...cheerful, to put it one way)

[sirensleepingsoundly]

Hellfire and Spitfire (pt.4)

CW: spoilers(duh), regular fluff, story addition, sexual content, angst, unrequited, enemies to lovers, only one bed (sort of), angry kissing, aggressive seggs, slapping, choking, hair pulling, blood, filth, hand/ring fetish, size kink.

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“Care for a little company Munson?”

You pushed your way past Eddie in the door. The tarp had been pushed aside off the boat, and it still swung a little, likely from Eddie getting out of it to investigate your current intrusion.

“To what do I owe the pleasure? Did you forget something or are you dropping off more shit that Dustin forgot?” Eddie leaned against the doorframe, now using the long oar in his hand to stabilize himself. You let out a small laugh at the sight, imagining him in gray robes with a long white beard and a pointed hat.

“What’s so funny?”

You just looked at him innocently. “Nothing. You sleep out here? This place kinda reeks.”

“Yeah well it’s the boathouse or the main house and, to be honest, I think you’ll find it smells worse in there.” He spoke from experience, apparently. He smiled a little at your reaction. “But seriously, what do you want, y/n.”

You looked away from him and shrugged. “I just thought you might be lonely in here. And there’s like six of us who aren’t on the run right now. They can spare me. I’m not helpful anyways. You still keep smokes in your jacket pocket?”

Eddie quirked a brow at you, not totally convinced. He pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his leather jacket, handed you one, and lit it for you before lighting one for himself. You took a long drag. It had actually been him that gave you your first cigarette. You had coughed and coughed and Eddie laughed so hard that he almost puked. Now he looked almost nervous that you were just sitting there, with him, in silence.

“Lovely weather we’re having isn’t it?” You tried to relieve some of the tension. You begin to wonder whether this was a good decision. Really all you wanted was to be away from Steve for a while.

“You haven’t spoken to me in years, and now you’re commenting on the weather.” He propped up the oar and crossed his arms, still leaning on the door, the cig burning between his ringed fingers.

“We’ve… talked.” You shrugged.

“Sure, if you count dropping Mike off at hellfire and then speeding off ‘talking’.”

“What do you want me to say Eddie? We grew up and apart.” You flicked some of the ash off of the end of your cigarette, hugging yourself for warmth.

“Uh-huh. Sure. If that’s what you want to call it.” He rolled his eyes and squatted down, using the wall to stay upright.

“What else would you call it? You started dealing and the Wheelers took me in. Those are pretty different life paths if you ask me.”

“No, I started selling to help Uncle Wayne pay bills, and you got adopted by some rich folks. Then suddenly, you forgot I existed. I tried to talk to you, but you snubbed me.” He finally took a drag of his own cigarette.

He wasn’t entirely wrong. The Wheelers weren’t a poor family. And Nancy helped you to better curate your taste in fashion, music, and other things. Being related to her now meant you had to fit their standard. So you changed a little. You dressed differently, and you talked differently. But you kept a few mannerisms and habits that being brought up broke just kind of imprinted into your brain.

“I did not snub you, Munson. If anything it was the other way around.” You watched as the smoke from your cigarettes mingled in the air above you. The way you remember it, once you got adopted, Eddie stopped talking to you first. You had been hurt, but you figured it was because you had started to fit in. And as much as you missed him, if he wasn’t going to accept you for what you are now, you didn’t need him.

“Whatever, princess.” He flicked the butt of his cig into the water under the boat. The nickname stung a little. You knew he was making fun of you.

“I’m gonna go see if the main house is livable. If I have to sleep out here in the cold again I’ll die of hypothermia.” He plucked up his walkie and stepped out of the door, letting it click shut softly. You only sat and listened as the crunch of gravel faded.

After half an hour of just sitting in the quiet, looking at the water, you decided to head inside to look for Eddie. Your cigarette had long burnt down to the butt, and you were growing increasingly bored. Maybe Rick had left some of his personal stash in the house somewhere.

You stepped out of the boathouse, noticing the sky turning to a pale pink and orange. After stepping inside the main house, you scrunched up your face in disgust. Eddie hadn’t been lying about the smell in here. The musty smell of stale weed and b.o. filled your nose.

“Eddie? You in here?” You heard loud footsteps coming down the stairs.

“So, apparently in the two stories of this lovely home, Rick has one singular bed. You can sleep up there tonight. It’s getting late and I don’t think pretty boy wants you walking anywhere around here at night.” You ignored his jab at Steve.

“No I’ll take the couch. You’ve been stuck out in that shed for days.”

“I’m trying to be a gentleman for once. I’m doing my best to be nice here.”

You let out a loud laugh, followed by a bunch of snorting. Eddie only frowned at you.

“Please. You, Edward Munson, a gentleman? The day that becomes the truth is the day I sprout wings. Just take the bed, Eds.” He refused to let you see how affected he was by you using your childhood nickname for him, looking at the wall instead.

“Whatever,” he threw his hands in the air. “Don’t come crawling to me when you’re freezing your ass off down here.” He stomped his way back up the stairs and you heard a door slam.

With the room suddenly very quiet, you decided to snoop around some. In the coffee table drawer you found two remotes, a bunch of old batteries, and a busted lighter. You sighed at the lack of entertaining objects to be found.

Eddie, the fucking prick, was right. You tried to sleep on the couch, you really did. But the absolute silence, huge dark rooms, and the biting cold you felt all kept you awake. You should’ve just listened to Eddie and taken the bed.

You stood up from the springy couch, hearing the old thing squeak as you pulled yourself up off. The floorboards creaked and moaned no matter where you stepped. You padded toward the kitchen hoping to find something interesting. The clock on the wall read 1:38. Just looking at the old clock gave you the heebie jeebies for some reason.

The kitchen cabinets were cluttered with things. Most of it expired. A few cans that were still good. You made the decision to not open the fridge, just for the sake of your nose.

You heard footsteps coming from upstairs, the ceiling groaning with the stress on the old wood. You heard Eddie’s voice from around the corner of the doorway.

“The fuck are you doin’? Can hear the floorboards through the whole goddamned house.” Eddie groaned. He was only wearing his jeans, no shirt. His socks were dirty, a tiny hole by his left pinky toe.

You struggled looking at him. In the dim light you could see his lightly toned chest and abs, a few tattoos smattered across his chest and arms. His skin was smooth and pale, except for a dark trail of hair that disappeared into his blue checkered boxers. He wasn’t exactly buff or anything, but Eddie Munson was hot. You looked away before he could notice you staring.

“Just a little bored. Don’t suppose you know where Reefer Rick keeps his personal supply, do you?” You peeked up at him again. He was rubbing at his eye with the heel of his palm. His hair was a mess, unruly curls sticking up in random spots.

“Nah, Rick didn’t let me in on the secret. That shit’s like his treasure horde. Heard he got his stuff from California. Strain called ‘Purple Palm Tree Delight’.” He leaned on the counter with his elbows, reminding you much of how you and Steve were talking just yesterday. Only Eddie was obviously not Steve.

“How’s the bed?” You picked at the skin around your nails, just asking questions to fill the silence.

“It’s fine. How’s the couch?” He looked at you from under long eyelashes, and something fluttered in your tummy.

“It’s fine.” You answered a little too quickly. Eddie noticed.

“Look, just- just take the bed please.”

“No. No, you’ve been through a lot lately and I can’t let you sleep on this couch. I’m a big girl, I’ll be fine.” You crossed your arms and sat against the counter. Eddie stared at you for a minute. You found yourself unable to look him in the eyes.

“Okay then just share with me.” He shrugged, like he didn’t just nonchalantly suggest that the two of you sleep in the same bed.

It wasn’t like you’d never shared a bed with Eddie before. When you were kids, Eddie and Wayne let you stay in their trailer often. Usually you slept over on nights when your birth mother stayed out all night. It had become normal for you to wake up cuddling with Eddie, or to him attempting to cook breakfast. Everything always came out burnt, but you always ate it anyways.

“Share?”

“Yeah. That way you can sleep in the bed and I won’t feel so bad about you being down here by yourself.” He smiled at you, because clearly he’s just found the perfect solution to the issue.

You pretended to consider it for a moment, even putting your hand up to your face like you were thinking real hard.

“The offer is going once… twice…” He pulled his fingers up one at a time, making sure to count slowly.

“Okay, okay! Fine.“ You laughed. Eddie laughed. And you tried and failed to remember the last time the two of you had shared such a nice moment.

Each of you stood on one side of the old bed. The sheets looked like they had been changed. Probably by Eddie, despite his own lack of hygiene at home. There was a mess of pillows strewn about, so you grabbed two and put them in the center of the bed, creating a wall.

“Really, Wheeler? I’m not gonna like, try anything.” Eddie looked actually offended at the action.

“This is so you don’t hog the bed, Eds. Act like I don’t know how you like to sleep. I’ve personally been a victim of your space stealing.” You didn’t notice the way his breath hitched at the old nickname. The one you called him as a kid. Hearing it from your lips again for some reason made his heart beat fast and he couldn’t tell if he hated it or not.

“Whatever, just don’t steal all the covers then.” He smirked at you, bringing up sleepover crimes of your own. Eddie plopped himself down on the bed, laying on his stomach, one leg hanging off the side of the bed.

You took a moment to study his back, the way his muscles flexed and moved as he breathed. One of his arms was pulled up under the pillow, and a small smattering of bats were on display on his arm. You’d always thought it was a strange placement for the tattoo, but damn if it didn’t suit him.

What was wrong with you? Ogling Eddie like he was a biology class specimen. For a brief moment you wondered if Steve’s skin was as pretty and porcelain as Eddie’s.

It took a minute before he realized you hadn’t laid down yet.

“C’mon in, princess. The water’s fine.” His voice was muffled by the pillow.

Slowly you sat onto the bed and covered yourself. You laid on your side, facing away from him. You tried to drift to sleep but couldn’t. Eventually you turned to lay on your back, facing the ceiling, which had a very lewd poster of a nice looking young lady on it. You cringed and decided to look at the body in bed next to you instead. Eddie had fallen asleep. His breathing was even, but shallow. His hair was a wild mess over his face and shoulders. And you took notice of the lack of creases in his face now that he was asleep.

Listening to his light snores and your own heartbeat, you finally knocked out.

Slowly you sat onto the bed and covered yourself. You laid on your side, facing away from him. You tried to drift to sleep but couldn’t. Eventually you turned to lay on your back, facing the ceiling, which had a very lewd poster of a nice looking young lady on it. You cringed and decided to look at the body in bed next to you instead. Eddie had fallen asleep. His breathing was even, but shallow. His hair was a wild mess over his face and shoulders. And you took notice of the lack of creases in his face now that he was asleep.

Listening to his light snores and your own heartbeat, you finally knocked out.

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[i-dont-know-how-this-site-works]

Tipping Point thoughts and commentary!

This episode gave me emotional whiplash, I was smiling, I was laughing, I was crying and concerned.

-HOWZER!!! It's been 84 years, buddy!

-Echo!!! It's been 84 years, my love!

-Damn, you can really see how superior clones are to normal recruits. A tiny bunch of them managed to infiltrate a ship full of regular troopers and didn't even break a sweat.

-Echo, Tech rubbed off on you too much. When the empire is showing up, you don't dilly dally with the data terminal, you dally your ass out of there.

-Crosshair! It's been like, 2 weeks.

-That music was eerie as hell

-You are a smart cookie, Cross.

-He's been a real asshole, but please, don't hurt him!

-"You know how they operate", bitch, the last time Cross saw them they were dead set on being soldiers, now they are chilling on a Mediterranean island and eating sushi, he doesn't know anything

-Why did they have to include that meaty sound when they stabbed Cross with the needle

-Coruscant! It's been 84 years, you beautiful, filthy thing!

-Ryo Chuchi! It's been 84 years, my queen!

-"I know someone who can crack it" Yeeees, the reunion!!!

-Why would you lay your weapon by the prisoner's hand. Why. God, you stormtroopers are so useless.

-Lay your ass down Cross, a shitface-drunk British tourist would outperform you

-Cross, no. Just no. Listen to her! You are walking straight into walls, how are you going to get out of there

-He is warning them, my heart T_T he wasn't trying to escape at all

-What it feels like to walk be a group of smokers

-Wrecker fishing! Forget what happened, I am happy now

-"Is that all you are? A soldier?" yeeess, Shep, you tell him!

-Ohh, Tech, my poor boy. Do you need a barf bag?

-"The collision alarms haven't gone off once" Omega, you pure, innocent thing

-Tech has really been stroking his ego lately, I love a confident king

-Tech screaming in terror

-I don't think the ship was designed to bear this much g-force

-Aww, she is so happy to hear him <3 I can't deal with it

-Echo definitely told Omega to race him just so he can mess with Tech

-dazed Tech stumbling off the ship

-Awww, she launched herself at Echo!!! She loves him so much <3

-Shit, we are back at Tantiss. Happy times with episode 14 are over

-"Hunter, look at them playing together! Your kid must be so happy here!"

"Yeah, Wrecker is really enjoying the island."

-Echo wants them to engage more, while Hunter is just concerned about his squadmates. The way Hunter asked what will be Echo's final line. He is worried about Echo, and rightfully so.

-Tech's face when he told them Cross was on the transport :(

-Hunter doesn't trust him. Not entirely unwarranted, considering what happened the last time they were all together, but knowing what's happening to Cross, that hurts.

-"How do we find out" Hunter looking at the pic of Dr.Hemlock with that look in his eyes...you are not suggesting actually going there, are you?

-"She means nothing to you." Knowing he saved her life last season and sent out a transmission to get them to hide Omega, I think he does care in some way.

Hooo boy, what a great episode! I just want all of them back together and feeling fine, is that too much to ask, Filoni and co??

[northwest-cryptid]

i am going to tell you the hopkins lore i pulled out of my ass. this isnt canon

i think hopkins isnt. really all that awful to be honest. objectively hes just. average for the city. hes seen as awful because hes an obstacle to the player, but like. his crime is stealing enkephalin and fucking off, while fucking over his coworker he didnt really like

i see ppl who say he doesnt care about aya which is probably intended by projmoon but i see it less as that and more he doesnt really...want to express emotions in front of the limbus crew? he openly mocks yuri and the sinners dying and does not hesitate to stab them in the back right after aya dies

and he doesnt mock aya when she dies. actually he barely says anything at all that isnt about dante not being able to speak. hes completely silent otherwise. which could be because of yuri freaking out but he usually pokes at yuri?

so to me i think he did care, he just didnt want to show weakness. is he an ass? yeah, but hes not uniquely an ass. hes just normal for the city, and honestly he makes a good point about the sinners going in entirely unprepared for anything lol

I cannot tell you how much I appreciate the opening sentence to this all because telling me straight up "this is a product of my own thoughts" helps a ton!

Also yea go off fam, I don't mind this sort of thing when I know what I'm dealing with. It's the mix of fandomization with actual facts of the canon narrative sprinkled in just enough to be confusing that bugs me.

Also I don't recognize the name, but I love the point of like "sure this person is an asshole but there's nothing about him that is actually worse than anyone else in the city."

I think that's something a lot of people forget about the Proj Moon universe. We sorta view it like it's our world but just different, if we lived in the city we'd all do what we needed to in order to survive.

I'm not a violent person, I have no reason to kill or hurt anyone and considering the world we live in I likely, hopefully; never will. However if I lived in the city I'd absolutely carry weapons regularly and I'd live by the core rules of "kill them before they can kill you" and "never leave yourself vulnerable" like hell Roland was arguably a saint compared to most since a lot of what he did, he did for the reasons of living a better life with his wife and child where they'd be safe and we all know how that turned out for him so like...

The city is not "Earth with our current society but a little different and quirky" it's a society where people do shitty things on the regular just to get by, to survive at the bare minimum.

If we judge individuals of that universe using their in world circumstances it's actually interesting how people who in our world would be shitty horrible awful no good people are basically your run of the mill asshole no different from that Karen at starbucks who yells at the barista, is that a horrible asshole thing to do? Absolutely, but it doesn't mean I think said Karen deserves like, death or something; she's just a dick but that's not like uniquely dickish.

By Proj Moon standards this dude sounds like a petty thief and a dick at worst, not like some super villain who's experimenting on children or murdering people for the sake of their own enjoyment and empowerment. Sure it sounds like he's a manipulative asshole but he's not AYIN or like, any of the Ensemble who arguably were bigger dicks for their actions (outside of victims like Philip who turned to the Ensemble for arguably sad reasons and yes should still be held accountable for their shitty behavior but weren't as bad as say the lady who wanted to kill people because only the strong deserve to live or some shit.)

[teecupangel]

Opinion/headcannon for Clay/Desmond or Protocreed?

As someone who ships Desmond with anyone, I approve of both of these.

Have some headcanons/opinions, nonny!

Clay/Desmond:

They would understand one another the most in the modern day because they are both Animus Subjects who get fucked by Juno in one way or another

They both see each other as broken but they don’t think they can ‘fix’ them. Instead, they believe they can be there for each other and they’re hoping that would be enough. (That, in turn, is what helps them get through the bad days)

Clay can’t help but be jealous of Desmond because of how easy it is for him to synch with his Bleeds and have a more symbiotic relationship with them

In a full-on Modern AU, they’re likely to be a ‘friends-to-lovers’ sort of couple or what started out as friends with benefits kind of deal.

If Desmond is the one time-traveling, saving Clay would be on his ‘to do’ list and their relationship will deepen over the course of Clay helping this mysterious person who seemed to know more than he’s telling and is really bad at asking for help

If Clay is the one time-traveling, Clay’s main point is to fuck with Juno and the Isu’s plans (and also make Abstergo pay). Desmond is meant to be a means to an end or, at the very least, that’s what Clay would tell himself but that’s not really true.

Clay is definitely the type to go ‘fuck the world’ if it means saving Desmond.

If they did have a relationship during AC Revelations, it would be something fast and passionate, more of a moment of passion brought by loneliness and fear over what would happen if the Synch Nexus didn’t work. Any romantic overtures will be minimal and it’ll be more of a playful friends-with-benefits kind of deal. Although, Desmond would never forget the moments he shared with Clay and any attempts to revive/bring back Clay in this scenario would have a longing that Desmond is unfamiliar with.

ProtoCreed (Alex/Desmond):

(while I’m not sure if it will be Alex/Desmond, here’s a fic idea of mine about a ProtoCreed)

In a world where both Prototype and Assassin’s Creed coexist in harmony in terms of lore and storyline, the OG Alex Mercer will have definitely met Desmond Miles before.

If Bad Weather is a nightclub, it was a one-time deal where Alex just accompanied some officemates when he was just starting out at Gentek to the club because they insisted. If Bad Weather is an upscale bar, he’s one of the regulars who order once and just nurses it for the rest of his stay there. Either way, OG Alex doesn’t even remember Desmond.

When the shit in Manhattan goes down, Alex is attracted to Desmond because of his genes. The abnormally concentrated Isu genes are making the Zeus virus go “Hhmmm. Information? Mutation? Go check???”

Desmond sees Alex shapeshifting and his first thoughts are “… I wanna say Abstergo experimenting with POE gone wrong… let’s see what happens if I touch it?”

They’re two dumbasses who know the other person is dangerous but there’s… a sexual tension to all their interactions.

They’re also reluctant allies who share information and help each other out because they have similar goals (Alex: find out the truth, Desmond: see if Gentek has any POEs or any dealings with Abstergo)

Desmond wouldn’t care about Alex’s true identity. He wouldn’t even care about who the real Alex Mercer is. To him, Alex is just Alex. So he’s an actual virus, he’s the goddamn chosen one of an advanced civilization that got wiped out by the freaking sun. They all have their issues.

Alex is protective of Desmond even if he knows that Desmond can take care of himself. He will level an entire military base if he even smells Desmond’s blood in the air. (even if Desmond is a dumbass who just got a papercut checking the documents while he was 100% sneaking inside)

Desmond, on the other hand, believes Alex can take anything. He’ll worry like hell but, at the same time, he knows that Alex will always come back to him.

This is one couple that an ending of ‘to be completely and wholly one’ is certainly not out of the table but a lot of shit has to happen to get that dark.

Tentacle sex. Tentacle sex. Tentacle sex. Bitey bitey tentacle sex.

These two are kinky and they make use of Alex’s shapeshifting ability to do weird sex stuff.

[PROTOTYPE]2 does not exist. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Alex Mercer’s story ended with one game.

[jedigloomy]

I had the coolest dream (and slightly scary)

Man, I gotta tell you about this dream I had. I literally just woke up, so I have to write it down before I forget.

I'm not really sure where I was, but in my room there was this massive hole in the wall. Don't ask why I wasn't afraid of it, I guess I just had balls of steel. Anyway, I was with a friend and we were discussing this hole. He told me it was weird we had one in the wall and took out his phone and shone a light through it. I didn't personally see anything, but he claimed he saw a pair of eyes that were reflecting the light or whatever. I was obviously a little freaked out by this.

The dream then skips to my bestie and I chatting with the landlord -- I guess we were renting this place. He has handed us this bill that had both a landline and our regular phones. We both argued that we did, in fact, not have a landline. But he brushed us off and told us to pay the bill.

The dream skips again to me just standing by myself in the room with the hole. I have my back facing it and this fucked up looking creature comes crawling out of it. He got behind me and knocked my ass out. The best way I can kind of explain this thing is he had the same face as the mayor in A Nightmare Before Christmas.

That dude, but his limbs were waaaaay longer, and he was more... disheveled. I don't know how to explain him. Anyway, the dream skips again to me on the phone with my dad, and I'm explaining everything to him.

I told him about how there was a section of this massive house we didn't go to. We called it a super cool name, but I can't remember what it was. These next few parts are going to be a bit jumbled because I can't remember the entire dream (I'm starting to forget some details now ☹️).

But I was explaining to my dad about the phone bill we were paying and how we didn't own the landline. Then I looked down at the ground and the creature was curled up in a ball, dead. So, while my ass was knocked out, someone had come in and killed it. I didn't seem to know who, or maybe I woke up before I could spill the deets to my dad. Either way, homie was dead as fuck.

I then started to explain the forbidden zone of the house. My dad, being the only normal one in the dream it seems, asks why there's a whole section of the house that's closed off to the rest of the occupants. I shrug it off like it's no big deal and say I don't know, we just can't go in it. I think I also told him about this massive hole in the wall, but I can't remember.

Along the way, I started to formulate this idea of who this creature was and why there was a landline charge on my phone bill. However, it felt like I knew this part of the plot, not the person who I was playing -- it was like real life Sunni was given parts of the plot, but not dream Sunni. So, apparently, this creature was a corrupt judge and the forbidden part of the house was where he operated with a bunch of other people.

The landline was being used to do some sketchy shit and to hide their tracks, they had added it to my phone bill so I would pay for it, and I guess I wouldn't notice it? No idea the logic behind that decision. Anyway, something horrible happened and this corrupt judge was turned into this horrible creature. I had this feeling there were more creatures in the forbidden zone, and there was this massive secret that I was about to uncover. But I woke up before my dream self could uncover the entire plot.

But yeah, I'm sad I didn't get to solve the mystery of the landline phone or the origins of the fucked up judge dude. That dream was one of my cooler ones and I kinda want to make a story out of it. I dunno. Either way, that was a cool-ass dream and I wanted to share it here.

[sleptwithinthesun]

hi this is just c/hicago au with j/onathan talking about Stuff™ soon after they move to chicago? no actual sneezing but a few mentions. 0.7K words i hope you enjoy!! (i hate these setup fics so bear with me until the end of this one because it's SHIT lol)

Jonathan's the last one home on Friday evening, three weeks after they moved into their new apartment in Chicago, which is still unbelievable to him. They'd been talking about it for months, practically since they started living together, mentioning that they wanted to live in a city instead of hopping from town to town, and have finally, finally managed to settle down in an apartment with a lease longer than six months.

The floor of said apartment still boasts a handful of broken-down moving boxes that haven't been shoved into the closet yet, just because they've all been so preoccupied with finding jobs. Thankfully, Nancy and Jonathan managed to land jobs as a journalist and photographer, respectively, at one of the major newspapers for Chicago, and Steve's got something going as a floor manager over at the local department store, the position aided by his solid amount of previous experience in retail.

"Hey, Jon," Steve greets, smiling at his boyfriend as he crouches to unlace his boots. Jonathan returns it, the corners of his lips quirking in that way that he does, the one that's more telling of his happiness than an actual smile is. "Work alright?"

"It was fine," Jonathan says, "for the most part."

Nancy looks up from her book, eyebrows furrowed with concern. "What happened?" She and Jonathan work in wildly different areas of their office building, and rarely see each other unless they're both on break or get to work on the same story.

He shrugs. "Other photographer was in the darkroom while I was, and kept moving in and out to get his stuff because he was completely disorganized, which is really just not conducive to developing photographs." Jonathan sits down on the couch next to Steve, sniffling quietly before adding, "Not to mention the light."

"I keep forgetting about the light thing," Steve says offhandedly, feeling his abdomen tighten with unnecessary excitement. Christ, Jonathan's not even ready to deal with that, not after the first talk they all tried to have. He's pretty sure Jonathan forgot about it entirely, considering that the conversation was more than a year ago, and isn't looking forward to bringing all of that up again.

Jonathan sighs. "It'd be alright if people thought it was normal whenever I tell them that the light makes me sneeze, but instead, they just look at me like I'm crazy."

"I mean, it is kind of a weird thing to have to explain," Nancy says, and clears her throat. Steve can tell that Jonathan's getting to her as well, involuntary as it may be.

Jonathan only shrugs. "I guess."

They lapse into a quiet silence after that, and when Jonathan leaves the room to get a book of his own, Steve moves over to Nancy's side.

"We have to tell him," he says quietly. "If these kinds of conversations become a regular thing, we have to tell him."

Nancy frowns. "We did tell him, back in Indianapolis," she whispers.

"I'm not sure if he remembers that."

"Oh, shit. Yeah, you might be right about that."

"Do we want to tell him?"

"...Not really."

"Nance."

"We can wait!" she hisses, glancing toward the bedroom, where Jonathan currently is. "We can wait. It's fine, Steve, we'll bring it up when the time is right."

He hesitates for a moment, then nods. "Whenever you're ready."

Nancy shoots him a tight-lipped smile, and closes her book and stands just as she and Steve stand up. "I think we have the stuff we need for pork chops," she says, letting their conversation flow seamlessly into a discussion about dinner right when Jonathan walks back into the room. "Would that work?"

"Sounds good," Steve says, then looks up at their boyfriend. "Jon?"

"That's fine," he says, and puts his book down on the couch. "Nancy, do you want help in the kitchen?"

"As long as Steve isn't allowed in, then yes. I don't trust him not to set anything on fire."

"Hey! That was one time."

"One time too many, Harrington," Nancy says with a playful grin, and Steve rolls his eyes before grinning back.

[hysteria]

I've never actually been affected by celebrity deaths. Maybe a little when Prince died. But this one hit me like a ton of bricks. I hate to admit it but I cried longer and harder for Paul Reuben's death than I did for my own father. Because I was raised on Peewee's Playhouse. That show transformed me. When the opening song came on I absolutely LOST MY SHIT. I looked forward to watching a new episode every week. It really sucked growing up in the 80's being a sad lonely weirdo, but I was fucking REDEEMED because of the love and compassion and creativity coming from this man. He was my best friend. He inspired me to get into art. I would not have been a production designer if it were not for this show. I read how the set builders lived on that stage and slept in the rafters to meet the deadline. He showed little child me that not all adults had to suck so bad and that we weren't all alone. He showed us the way through was with jokes and being arty and being weird, caring about others, and setting a good example. That we mattered, that there was a place for us in the world. And so so so much more. If you really take a look into Paul Reuben's life you can see a man who took himself very seriously especially when it came to his show. He was constantly in character, for YEARS on end. He was so afraid of shattering his image in case some kid was like, "Oh he's just a regular person." So he tried so hard to keep up the act of being Peewee, he lost Paul along the way. The theater incident was his breaking point. He was in town to visit family and decided to take a personal break. The officer who arrived on the scene had a choice to let him be and not make a big deal about it, not call the media. But never fucking forget ACAB and he went to blow the whistle and cash in on the pap money. Can you even imagine the embarrassment, the disappointment he felt knowing this could be the end of everything he built? Paul pulled through, it hurt him deeply, but he made it through that mess somehow. He didn't deserve any of the treatment he got from Hollywood for that. He dedicated the rest of his life to not necessarily being Peewee but to spread the message of hope and love. We had a big loss today. And I am drunk and exhausted and still in grief. I'll never forget his Peewee's Big Adventure screening at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery back in '09 when he reunited the entire cast. We laughed so hard and cried all of the happy tears and I went home that night with a full heart. Rest truly in peace, Paul. I'll never forget you.

[psychangels]

since i'm not going to get around to actually writing a fic for the story with indigo for a while, i figured i may as well talk about it a bit!

i don't have everything figured out yet, this is just the stuff i currently have sorted

it takes place not long after the gang finished up dealing with the spectra doors & hub. with all of That out of the way, chai has to actually Do His Job, which is how indigo and him meet, of course

indigo is sort of the pseudo head of marketing until they sort out All Of That. it worked under mimosa for about a year until the gang came along, and it absolutely Hated her. so it's sort of thankful that they came along. but also it doesn't like having to work with chai, sooo not a total win.

it mostly doesn't like him because he's loud and Always plays its mom's songs whenever he's around it. despite the fact that indigo's told him Not To Do That. unfortunately, he can't really control what his player decides what to play and when it chooses to play it, much less when it deems it appropriate to play said music out loud.

chai doesn't hate indigo, but he also doesn't really like it. he's mostly just confused as to why it seems to hate music so much. the most he knows is that it despises one artist in particular: limeade. said artist is a Very famous rockstar who chai is a big fan of! indigo acts like she's the scum of the earth for some reason. he's asked it about why it hates her so much, but it refuses to explain, always just saying, "it's none of your fuckin' business."

the others don't really like indigo a whole lot. this is because they mostly just know about it through chai, who paints it out to be a big drama queen hater. their opinions change once they actually meet it, but that doesn't happen for a while

before then, indigo gets a flash drive which, unbeknownst to it, has a back-up version of SPECTRA on it. this back-up isn't as powerful as the regular version, due to it being on a hard drive and not an entire super computer, but is volatile in its own unique ways.

it only gets the flash drive because it was down in security (for reasons i have yet to figure out), and a TEC-78 dropped it. said TEC-78 proceeded to very quickly disappear. with no time to hunt them down, it just pocketed it and intended to give it to another unit, only to forget about it as indigo got caught up in the reason it was down in security for in the first place

it winds up getting curious, and plugs the drive into its laptop. but...nothing happens. the contents of it are all things that it doesn't know anything about, much less how to actually get any of it to operate. so it decides to stick to its original plan of giving it to the next TEC-78 it sees.

but indigo just...keeps forgetting to do it. to be fair, it's not down in security much, which is where the majority of those particular units are. and, when nothing bad seems to happen from one single flash drive going missing—no big alerts being like, "MISSING FLASH DRIVE, CONTENTS VERY IMPORTANT," or anyone getting fired—it figures it may as well just use the thing as extra storage.

what it Doesn't know is that spectra is Very Functional and Very Aware. the ai is Not happy about being in some random person's pc...so limited! so cramped! no hologram form! can't have shit on a basic, crappy laptop!

so indigo moves on with life, and spectra is just kind of There.

speaking of indigo's life, it's starting to get more and more hellish. chai keeps pissing it off, whether that be by just being kind of a dick or simply a nuisance. it's starting to get fed up with him, and things only get worse when they have to be around each other Constantly because of all the marketing and events he's in that it has to manage

after a particularly long day, it's So Pissed it just sort of starts ranting to itself. spectra, hearing it complain about chai, switches gears from being Just There (which throughout the whole thing with chai pissing indigo off, spectra starts subtly making its presence known, but indigo just sort of brushes it off thinking that its laptop is just doing Old Stupid Laptop Things) to "oh i can use this"

with it now influencing indigo through classic manipulation instead of mind control, spectra's world starts to open back up again.

indigo begins sabotaging chai's performances and starts befriending the gang, who are all a bit suspicious at first. but, eventually, they come around thanks to its charm and some shared interests. they also befriend chai, but it's less of a friendship and more of a "i hate you but i have to pretend to like you for Reasons"

chai starts to get isolated because of this (he doesn't want to hang out with indigo because it makes fun of him, under the guise of "i'm just messing around! they all tease you, so why can't i? we're friends after all, aren't we?")

which is great for indigo, because it means no one is around to stop it when, late one night while having a sleepover at the hideout, it plugs the flash drive into peppermint's pc. then, in the morning, before anyone wakes up, it unplugs spectra and sneaks out, leaving a note about having to go do something

now that there's a copy of spectra in peppermint's pc, it starts Causing Problems. meanwhile, the one with indigo starts convincing it to go down to the Big Computer and plug it back in. either that...or it convinces indigo to give spectra access to Itself. not sure yet!

that's all i really have for the moment. like i said, i don't have everything sorted. this is just sort of the Skeleton of the narrative.

[fuckyeahvanhalen86-95]

In a new interview with Q104.3's "Out Of The Box With Jonathan Clarke", former Van Halen bassist Wolfgang Van Halen was asked to weigh in on the upcoming summer 2024 tour featuring vocalist Sammy Hagar, bassist Michael Anthony, guitarist Joe Satriani and drummer Jason Bonham that will focus largely on the music of Van Halen. He said (as transcribed by BLABBERMOUTH.NET): "Yeah, that's super cool, man. I'm stoked for it. I'm actually, I'm gonna be seeing Mike in Vegas, so I'm stoked to give him a hug."

Two months ago, Wolfgang, who joined Van Halen at just 15 years old, told 97.9 GRD's Tommy Carroll, about what it was like performing with the legendary rock act for the first time at such a young age: "It was really… I don't know. It was sure nerve-racking, but we had rehearsed so much, for years at that point, that it felt right; it felt like something we'd been working towards for a long time."

Asked if reproducing the backing vocals originally recorded by Anthony helped him develop his own vocal style, Wolfgang said: "Yeah, I'm sure. Doing that for a long time was certainly quite the workout. So I'm definitely sure about that."

In September, Wolfgang, who shared the stage with his father, legendary Van Halen guitarist Eddie Van Halen, together from 2006 until 2015, five years before Eddie's death, told Australia's "Everblack" podcast that "there were a lot of positives and a lot of negatives" to him playing with Van Halen at such an early point in his life. "I think it really forced me to mature very quickly at a young age," he said. "I think at 15, I couldn't be a regular 15-year-old. So in a certain way, I couldn't be a regular teenager anymore once that happens, and I experienced a lot of stuff, I think, that most kids that age wouldn't really normally experience. But that's my story and I wouldn't take it back for anything. It's what has led me to where I've gone my entire life. It was a really important thing to be there and to support my dad, and that's all that was really on my mind. And being able to play with my family for that long is something I'll never forget."

In recent months, Wolfgang has repeatedly said that "drama" in the Van Halen camp has prevented a proposed all-star Van Halen tribute project from materializing.

Wolfgang played three Van Halen songs over the course of two Taylor Hawkins tribute concerts in September 2022 alongside Foo Fighters members Dave Grohl on bass, Josh Freese on drums and The Darkness's Justin Hawkins on vocals.

Wolfgang, who played "On Fire", "Hot For Teacher" and "Panama" at the Hawkins tribute concerts, told Classic Rock magazine that he was no longer actively interested in pursuing the idea of a standalone Eddie Van Halen tribute event. "I think I already did it with the Taylor Hawkins tributes," he explained. "I feel a lot of closure because my part of the show was a tribute to my father."

"When it comes to Van Halen and entities surrounding the band it's unfortunate, certainly compared to Foo Fighters who have their shit together with interpersonal relationships," Wolfgang added.

"I don't know what it is with some bands but certain personalities just can't get over themselves to work collectively for one purpose. That's been the curse of Van Halen for its entire career. So my playing at the Taylor shows delivered that catharsis without the stresses of dealing with the Van Halen camp, and the players involved. Their camp is very dysfunctional — everyone! Hell, it was difficult to make plans even when the band was active."

Eddie died in October 2020 at the age of 65. The legendary Van Halen guitarist passed away at St. John's Hospital in Santa Monica, California.

Hagar and Anthony previously worked with Satriani in the supergroup Chickenfoot. They recorded two albums between 2009 and 2011 and toured across America but never performed any Van Halen material. More recently, Hagar and Anthony have played some of the Van Halen catalog with guitarist Vic Johnson and Bonham in Sammy Hagar and The Circle.

Hagar mended his relationship with Eddie Van Halen months prior to the legendary Van Halen guitarist's passing.

Sammy, Eddie, Alex Van Halen and Michael last teamed up in 2004 for a U.S. summer tour. In exchange for taking part in the tour, Anthony reportedly had to agree to take a pay cut and sign away his rights to the band name and logo.

Produced by Live Nation, the 28-date "The Best Of All Worlds" tour will commence on July 13 in West Palm Beach, Florida and will conclude on August 31 in St. Louis, Missouri.

"We're gonna go deep into the Van Halen catalog," Hagar told "The Howard Stern Show". "If you're gonna go deep into the Van Halen catalog, you need Joe Satriani."

Although Hagar and Anthony normally play "five or six Van Halen songs" on the road with The Circle, Sammy told Stern they are planning to only play "five or six of my songs" alongside Van Halen classics and deep cuts.

"When we go out next year in July, it will be almost exactly 20 years since Mike and I did a reunion with Ed and Al in '04," Hagar said. "Mike and I just said, 'We can't wait another 20 years. How long can I even sing these songs? How long can I do this stuff? I just thought it's time to serve the fans."

"There's stuff we're going to do on this next tour that we haven't played since that tour in 2004," Anthony added.

Regarding the challenge of learning legendary VAN HALEN guitarist Eddie Van Halen's parts, Satriani said: "There are things that are so iconic, you have to nail it. But if you go deep with what he did live, he never played the same thing twice. He kept evolving; he kept pushing. He'd do the recorded version a little bit, but then he moved on."

"It's a daunting task when you do the deep dive into what he did," he continued. "But it's good to start at the beginning, and then you just learn all his little improvs and you get the idea of what he was trying to do. It's thrilling; it's fun."

[griancraft]

can you share a bit about that oc?

HIII THANKS FOR ASKING!!! There is actually like. 4 of them.

I am so sorry this is so long, dear god it is so long. I also apologize for how disorganized this is omg

T is a character that is infected with a type of yeast that makes it possible to “escape death” via replacing cells at a faster rate. This doesn’t affect brain cells, only slowing down the rate at which the cells die. This leaves empty cells in the brain that don’t reallly have the capacity to learn new things permanently or remember anything. This only causes issues after a longgg time. Meaning someone infected with the yeast slowly looses their capacity to function. Destruction of any part of the brain that would kill a regular person also kills an infected person. Sort of like a zombie that slowly looses themselves over time.

T is the adoptive son of this other character who had been infected by that yeast for over 500 years. T is a quarter East Asian, with short black hair and dark brown eyes. He is gay and mayyyybe trans I forget.

T’s adoptive father is named Michel Hobbs, and he worked as a field scientist with the Canadian governments secret military that investigated monsters and aliens and shit. They were looking into tremors under a remote area in the Yukon when they find a massive dying creature. A leviathan. The leviathan thrashes around as it withers in pain and it knocks Michel off of a ledge and into a bubbling pit of water. By the time the team retrieves him it’s too late. Michel is “dead”. The team leave the cave and seal it off, deeming it too dangerous to explore further. They have to sit in the belly Fo a plane with their dead friend as they fly back to base.

A week later, after Michel has been buried for a few days, he digs his way up. He has maggots in his skin and can barely breathe. The government scoops him up and runs test, unable to find out why he’s alive. Deciding he is an asset, they put him right back where he came from.

Michel Hobbs is a light skinned half East Asian man raised by two mothers with his brother on Cape Breton island, Nova Scotia. He has a PhD in microbiology and is a massive advocate for conservation of large marine animals. He is ace/aro and gay.

The second really important character in this is his husband. William Winters is a black man who is a general in that super secret sci-fi Canadian military thing. He has a BA in history. He had a wife and 2 kids, but his wife divorced him and left him with the kids once Michel died and William is left dealing with a lot of complex feelings and. Pretty bad trauma after watching his best friend die. His ex wife isn’t framed as in the wrong per-say? She has her reasons and while they aren’t entirely moral they end up being on decent terms years later. William raises his kids and does his best for a long time. He finds out the Michel IS alive and after a lot of distress they end up together after another year and a half of working together. They end up getting married at 37/39 and live the rest of their days in happiness until William dies from cancer at 94. Michel is there for his children’s children’s children until he leaves for good, unable to watch more people he loves die.

Michel lives, and after a catastrophic event decimates the world about 50 years later, a federation of aliens step in to help.

See, worlds are kept alive by the presence of god like entities called “leviathan” there are two per world on a healthy planet and they reproduce to spread life to the universe. They are partially responsible for aliens and humans having significant similarities and being able to like. Have kids and stuff. They have been in the universe since before the Big Bang and are theorized to have been from a universe BEFORE the Big Bang. Their blood holds the key to all life.

Earth killed one of its leviathan via pollution and environmental degradation, so now the human home world is a massive city sitting upon barren rock. They farm in massive buildings and the world is rife with exploitation and poverty.

This is even after the aliens help, corruption runs in deep in the universe. Humans were on the cusp of inventing safe and light speed space travel and after help from the many alien species are able to traverse among the stars, seeking resources to collect and planets to explore.

Space travel is controlled heavily by the government, which leads to pirates and bounty hunters becoming a vital part of how lower class beings survive. The government turns a blind eye most of the time, it gives them less responsibility over the under privileged.

Before the world died, Michel had collected DNA from as many creatures as he could. Paranoia is part of the reason he is so successful honestly lol. He had used his now vast amount of wealth to purchase a dead planet to repopulate with the cloned species he created. Using alien technology and his knowledge gained from his job he is able to populate the world with a large majority of earths former fauna. It becomes a garden of eden, and he is the god that looks over it. 200 years pass.

T is the son of an upper class family, and after he gets killed and comes back while exploring pipes below the world the government just dumps him with Michel. T has never seen any animal that isn’t domesticated, so upon being picked up and taken to the new earth he is amazed.

Years pass, T grows into a teenager. Michel buys him an alien creature that is also functionally immortal, aware of how lonely the world can become. Michel is. Not the greatest father? He is very hands off. Therefore T becomes VERY overconfident and does not care when he gets hurt because he can “just heal”. Michel at that point is loosing his memory, and spends days looking over his old journals in a feverish attempt to remember his husband and family. He is not a good father, and not a good person to be around. The world is alive around him and the one leviathan left threatens Michel with a fate worse then death if he doesn’t maintain it. Michel does nothing more than work on maintaining the planet and re reading his journals. Stuck in a near endless cycle year after year.

T, not liking the lack of attention and paranoia of his fathers steals Michels old shuttlecraft and leaves to explore the universe. Stumbling into situations and getting himself out with luck, rapid healing, and guns. He eventually becomes a bounty hunter!

In this universe, humans are seen how we see pigeons. Cute yes, but dumb and generally incapable. This is blatantly wrong but leads to pretty bad treatment of humans. A war breaks out between two sides of the federation, one side believes that “lesser beings” like humans should not be afforded the same rights as others, and the other is like “no what the hell is wrong with you??”.

This war goes on for decades, and many alien settlements (including human ones as well) are razed to the ground and their inhabitants taken to work in factories or as prisoners. Obviously, many of the people in the “lesser beings don’t matter” planets do not believe this and either leave or fight on planet to stop the atrocities. This conflict is like. Pretty black and white lol.

T often has a lot of trouble beating the stereotype of being weak, and even more so when he is assigned by the mob boss he owes to work with an alien from a species that very much believes humans are lesser. This alien is named Sol. Sol fully believes in the stereotypes until T proves him wrong.

They become tentative friends at that point. They do the job, and upon discovering the mob boss paired the two together to kill T, they kill the mob boss. They continue to work together and use their unconventional team to play both sides of the war, freeing humans and other aliens as well as pretending one or the other is captured to get past enemy lines. They eventually end up being gay 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 wooooo. The alien species lives close to a thousand years, so they don’t have to worry about loosing each other any time soon.

In this universe, soulmates meet each other and die within the same time frame. Michel and William were soulmates, and due to Michel not dying William is reborn again and again and again. Never quite coming close to meeting Michel again. (t and sol are also soulmates, technically.)

Until the newest iteration of William’s city is destroyed by the military and his family killed in front of him. Prior to this, he was a math teacher in one of the schools in the city. He joins up with the military and becomes a pilot. In a firefight above the solar system Michel is in, his shuttle is shot down and he crash lands on the planet. He is the only one of his squadron to survive.

Upon opening his cockpit, he comes face to face with Michel.

Williams is identical to the Williams Michel once new, hundreds of years ago. And it’s frightening for Michel! So he feeds him and clothes him and lets him stay in Ts old cabin. He barely interacts with him, afraid of the ghost of a man he once loved.

William is enamoured by Michel, and follows him like a lost puppy much to Michel’s dismay. He uses skills he learned in the military to track him and stick close. Michel has to save him from predators multiple times and eventually has to get the man to stick with him. He still keeps him at an arms length, afraid of falling for him. Michel doesn’t want to like. Take advantage of the guy, Yknow?

William finds one of Michels old journals, and finds a picture of the im first iteration of him with Michel and their kids. He shows it to Michel and demands he explain. Michel explains to the best of his ability, it’s the most William has heard him talk since they met. William hugs Michel, and it’s the first time in many years he has been hugged.

They stay friends for awhile, and eventually are sort of in a QPR? It’s a strange situation, and neither of them really know what to do. They are just happy to be close. They are happy to not be alone and they are happy to have found some semblance of peace.

Anddddd that’s all I ever had in my little noggin!!!! It was so fun writing this out again, I missed this universe and these characters so much.

[nevalizona]

2. Remember Me

Ivy Nicole knows that she should visit home again. She's sure that her brothers would like to see her. Even if they are pieces of shit. This spite is what keeps her from going back. She sat on a pew in the church, waiting for Father James to finish talking to one of the regulars. She doesn't know why she's going to talk to him, he always tells her the same thing. Forgive them. Allow them the possibility of change. Forgive. Sometimes, he does throw in a 'but never forget.'

It's wrong of Ivy Nicole to be upset at her brothers. At least, she thinks it's wrong. She's got mixed responses when she tried to ask for advice from different people. At the end of the day, her grief with her family is no one else's problem. It is entirely her own. She clings to her anger, she wallows in her grief. Sometimes the only thing she remembers about her mother, her father, her brothers is how much she hates them.

What do they remember of her? She ponders this often. Her mother and father probably don't remember much, they'd have to actually be around her to remember anything. Shipping her off to an all girls catholic school was a great way to put distance between them. They are probably relieved they don't have to deal with her. Her brothers probably still picture her, small, little, fragile. Their little sister they had to teach about the harsh realities of the world. If you don't cheat, steal, or scam, you'll never make it in the world.

Her religious upbringing is confusing, all these different elements set her up for disaster. She remembers feeling so overwhelmed by the contrast between home and school. She never belonged there, she's not convinced she belongs anywhere.