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possibilistfanfiction · 2 years ago

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Hey there! Just wanted to let you know that I love your writing. I love the universe you've created for ava and beatrice. I could have said Avatrice but the thing is you write them so beautifully as individuals, all their triumphs and losses, that it doesn't feel right not to acknowledge them as they are on their own as much as they are as a couple. Anyway! I pretty much have bookmarked all your work and I keep suggesting your fics on Twitter, I'm pretty much your unofficial publicist at this point, proudly so 😆

I just finished the multitude of loving and once again you made me laugh and smile and cry and you made my heart warm and for a while, my depression didn't feel as debilitating. So thank you. I don't know what you're gonna write next whenever inspiration strikes, but if you ever do another outside pov, would you mind writing one from Diego's? I guess I'm biased because aside from your fics, I've been obsessed with do a flip by sunsafe and it warms my heart to see Diego in fics because well, I think it's safe to say that he was the one who loved ava first, he was there by her bedside and all and so it would be lovely, to know how he feels and thinks about ava and beatrice, after all the years of living his own life, after all the years wishing to see his sister, his best friend, his... Ava, because there's no traditional title that really fits them, after all the years wishing that ava is okay and... Alive, more than just surviving because even when he was a child he knew, ava was meant for such a bright and grand life, just because she was all that herself.

Anyway, just an idea, of course. My rambling is not in any way meant to pressure you into writing it 😆😅 I hope you're having a good day wherever you are. Cheers!

[first of all i love do a flip!!!! 100/10 recommend if anyone hasn't read it!!

anyway, here's a little diego pov in the butch bea universe. he's like 18 or 19? idk. yknow just roll w it :) ]

university is busy as hell, and it's cool that they pay for your doctor's appointments and, when you actually started getting the care you needed, you were able to do basically everything in the normal, big wide world with regular meds and check-ins — but mostly you just want to play rugby and flirt with girls (not well, but you're 18 and always kind, so who cares your success rate) and pass all of your classes. when you got adopted it had seemed like a miracle, and so you don't take any of this time for granted — not the bright sun or the grass stains on your knees or how rachel plays with your hair when you hang out in her dorm.

you don't think much of it when you get a random email from beatrice gu-knight, partially because emails are a pain in the ass and partially because nico brought over a six pack of stellas and his nintendo switch — you're the mario kart champion, undisputed — but, in the morning, when you open your phone, you think your heart might stop in your chest.

Hello Diego,

I hope you're well. I know it might seem strange to get an email like this from someone you don't know and have never even heard of, and, if you don't wish to follow up or connect, please just let me know, and that will be the end of it.

But, in the hopeful chance that you do: my name is Beatrice (she/her), and I'm reaching out to you because Ava Silva is my life partner. We've been together for a few years now and she talks of you often, and fondly; I know from her stories you were an extraordinarily joyful and sustaining part of her life at St. Michael's, and, if nothing else, I hope you understand my deep gratitude for that. I work in tech, so I was able to find this email address for you in the hopes that you might want to reconnect with Ava. We live in Los Angeles, and she's, as I'm sure you remember, wonderful. Maybe even more wonderful now, as I hope you are too.

Again, if you are at all uncomfortable, please feel no pressure to engage in any way; I won't let Ava know, so don't worry about that. If you would like to reconnect, though, you can respond to this email, or call or text me at my cell listed below. Thank you.

Warmest regards,

Beatrice

it takes you a few seconds to get it together, because, what the fuck, first of all. second of all, ava — one of your favorite people ever, and someone you miss every day. who apparently has a very proper and seemingly kind partner named beatrice, and lives in california. ava is alive, and probably really happy. the last time you saw her she was scared and upset and you had thought she died before that. you had thought you would never see her again.

Hey, this is Diego, you text the number on Beatrice's email. you think about the time difference, and, sorry if it's the middle of the night for you

it takes a minute or two, but then your phone vibrates. Diego, wonderful to hear from you! I'm glad my email wasn't too intense.

and, like, maybe it was a little, but your calc III professor is a fucking nutcase, so you kind of have a high bar.

Ava works late sometimes, so don't worry about the time difference right now

it's sweet, you think, that beatrice doesn't work late, or, whatever, maybe she does, but she's up because ava is awake. because ava will be coming home, or finishing up in an office. you wonder about their life, what their home looks like and if ava's laugh is still just as awesome. and, like, what is ava's job? is she still paralyzed, or can she walk like she had the last time you saw her? you're glad for her, honestly, that her partner is a girl, because ava thought boys were hot but also seemed to like girls more — so, like, how did they fall in love? it's funny to imagine ava as a grownup, with a partner and a home and a whole life, but it's also the best.

do you want to facetime tomorrow or something, you text, because you don't really know what else to say, but you want to find out: about your sister, and the life she's apparently built. you think — if ava is anything like how she had been when you were younger — you definitely want to be in it.

I would love that, beatrice responds immediately. you work out the details and, eventually, you go to class and try to have a normal day. but ava is out there, happy, in california, with a partner who clearly cares about her. it feels like a gift, even to know. it feels like a gift, to get to be in her warmth again.

beatrice, when you answer the facetime call at exactly the second the clock hits 7 pm your time, is beautiful. it doesn't surprise you, not really, because you remember ava being pretty, and, even more than that, fucking awesome. beatrice is younger than what you think someone with that formal a name would be, with short dark hair that flops into her eyes, which are kind of gold in the light through the window of whatever room she's in. 'hello, diego,' she says, and, yeah, ava probably loves that accent.

it makes you laugh, but, like, in a nice way, to know that ava has a whole partner. a whole entire person who shares a life with her, who helps her with stuff and — beatrice is a saint for this — laughs at her puns.

'hey,' you say, feel awkward and a little sloppy in the face of the chic big oil painting behind her, the hoodie you know is expensive because your friend artur had had it marked on his stockx for, like, months now. 'uh, i'm diego. nice to meet you.'

beatrice smiles, and you see her freckles, and you realize, in a flash, a truth you know implicitly — that ava loves this person. ava picked this person to spend her life with. the world is cruel, you know better than most, but the world is also so, so kind.

'i'm so happy you responded to my email,' she says, less formal and with a slight laugh, mostly with joy. 'ava is the best, and i know that — she misses you. she loves you, a lot. i've always wanted to meet you.' you kind of don't know what to say, and you're relieved when she shakes her head. 'sorry, i'm being a lot again. believe it or not, this is my first rodeo with something like this.'

first rodeo sounds foreign from her, and it inexplicably makes you laugh. 'you're doing fine.' you realize that beatrice is just as nervous as you are, maybe even more: she loves ava. she has a whole life with ava. 'i — does ava want to talk to me?'

'i haven't told her yet. i wanted to see how you felt first, without any pressure, and i didn't want her to feel disappointed. but i know she will be... overjoyed, to have you in her life again, if you want.'

'yeah.' you think of ava's jokes and how full of life she was, even when she didn't have access to much of it herself. you think about the clumsy drawings you had made her, and how happy she was every time she got to go outside in her wheelchair. 'i do, want that. a lot.'

beatrice's smile is relieved and grateful. 'i can talk to her, then, and then maybe you two can set up a video chat? i know she'll be beside herself with excitement.'

'yeah,' you say, and you can't help but smile looking forward to it. it doesn't sound like ava's changed much, in the good ways, which is super cool. 'i'm excited too.'

your palms are clammy and you feel like you might throw up, but beatrice had sent you a link to a zoom and asked if the evening worked for you; you're so thrilled but also, like, what if ava doesn't like you anymore? what if she's way way cooler than you, or too grown up, or just bored by your life? it had been one thing, to lose her when you were young and confused, to have to grieve her absence so obliquely — but it would be an entirely different thing now, to know she's alive and has a life of her own and just doesn't want you in it. you don't really know how you would handle that. ava was your friend and ava was your sister, in the ways that really matter.

but, you realize very quickly, all of your anxiety was for nothing, because ava's face pops on screen — older, and her hair is shorter, and there are slight laugh lines settling into the skin around her eyes, but she mostly looks the same — and her smile is so warm and then she starts to cry and laugh and, yeah. if you do too, it's fine. no one else is in your dorm room anyway.

'hey,' she says, the first to get any words out. she's sitting up, and she waves, and you feel like you're seeing a real life miracle, right there on your computer screen. 'you look so old. i really missed you.'

'you look so old too.' she grins. 'i really missed you.'

it's a little stilted at first, probably because you're both overwhelmed, but then it's just... the fucking best. ava is a bartender, 'mostly for fun,' she says, which, whatever that means, and she still loves the beach. they apparently have a house right by the water. she starts crying again when you tell her you got adopted, that you're not so sick anymore because you have good doctors and caring parents, that you're in school to become an accountant.

'the family business?' she says, choked up, after you tell her that your adoptive mom is one too, and that she wanted you to be able to take over one day if you were interested.

it's as unbelievable to you some days as it seems to her, on bright mornings or when you get to go skiing in the cold snow, when your friends pass around a joint or when you get to go to a museum, whenever you want. 'yeah,' you say — a family; you learn ava has one too. 'it's pretty incredible.'

'holy shit, ava.'

she just laughs, letting you go in front of her into her house. well, her and beatrice's house, you guess. you'd facetimed and texted a bunch with ava in the past two months, so you had figured out they were kinda loaded, and they'd both picked you up from the airport in a very sleek, fancy volvo, but, like —

'this is nuts.'

you think you might immediately cry again when you notice, right away, how there's not a single part of the house you can see that isn't accessible for someone in a wheelchair. ava had told you that she can walk but some days has a lot of pain and a hard time with mobility, and that beatrice was awesome and she had a good chair and even a van and a service dog, but you never could've imagined this. their house is huge and beautiful, like something you'd see in an AD tour you like to watch when you're stoned. ava has a cane today, and beatrice trundles in with your bag — she had insisted, quietly, but with a look that told you it would be totally pointless to argue.

'your house is awesome,' you say, to both of them.

beatrice smiles gently. 'we redid it last year, for accessibility. i think it turned out great.'

'wanna see the best part?' ava says, using her cane to bounce a little on the balls of her feet and you have to clear your throat because you had known her for so long. you had loved her for so long, your best friend in the entire world, who was smart and funny and bursting at the seams to feel it all, to really get to live.

'dude,' you say, 'of course.'

'i'm going to put your bag in your room,' beatrice says. 'and then i have a work call. but i should be done after the hour, for whatever you'd like to do, if you want me to join.'

'of course we want you to join,' ava says, and beatrice blushes and then gathers herself and kisses the top of ava's head before she offers you a thumbs up — nerdy, and it makes ava snort — and then lifts your bag like it weighs two pounds or something. 'love of my life,' ava says. 'definitely doesn't have a work call, but she's been stressed all week about making sure she gives us time to ourselves but doesn't seem aloof. huge weirdo.'

'she's hot.'

'ew, diego.'

you shrug. 'all i'm saying is that, like, i get it. not for me, because she's, like, super gay, but you know. for you.' you take a breath. 'sorry, i'm just excited.'

ava laughs. 'bea is super gay, it's true.' she points to a button on the wall nearby and then floor to ceiling glass doors that separate the living space from the patio. 'now, check this out.'

it's pretty fucking wild that ava went from the horrible orphanage, and tons of abuse that you were too small and too weak and too scared to stop, to a whole house that opens up to a day bed and an outdoor kitchen and dining area and a hot tub, a small patch of grass, and then the sea behind — but in the best kind of way. the kind of way that makes you want to tell everyone you meet that things can get better. that good things will happen to good people, at least sometimes. at least ava, who is the best of all of them.

ava motions for you to come with and walks outside, and then it's, like, genuinely the best thing ever when a black and white dog — korra, who ava sends you pictures of all the time and has featured in multiple zoom calls — who was napping in the sun, perks her head up and you swear she, like, dog-smiles at ava. 'hi, good girl,' ava says, and then claps her hands once and korra obediently, and happily, comes to ava's right side and sits, leans her little head against ava's thigh.

'i can't spend this entire time crying,' you say, and ava laughs. 'can i say hi?'

'of course,' she says. 'she's not usually formally working at home, unless i'm having a really bad day. which, you know, i'm not, but they do happen sometimes.' she shrugs and you kneel down in the sun and pet korra's soft ears as she nuzzles your face.

'she's so cool,' you say, and then kiss the top of her head and her nose. 'hey korra! i'm your uncle, i guess?'

'yeah! uncle diego.'

it makes you beam, to sit on the patio with ava as she shows you some of the tasks korra has been trained to do, and tells you about her bar you'll go to later, and points toward their outdoor shower with a sly smile. you do her the courtesy of fake gagging, although you really are just mostly happy for her, with her partner and her dog and a house that was built just for her.

eventually, beatrice comes outside, carrying a very intense charcuterie board. she places it down on the day bed, between you and ava, korra happily snoozing at your feet.

‘hi baby,’ ava says and scoots closer to you, then tugs on beatrice’s hand until she sits. ava kisses her temple. ‘this is very extravagant.’

‘well, we have a guest,’ beatrice says. ‘there’s wine inside, if you’d like a glass.’

‘i know nothing about wine,’ you admit, ‘but if there’s one you think… pairs? well with, you know —‘ you gesture to the elegantly laid out spread of food in front of you — ‘then i’ll trust you and go with that.’

ava grins. ‘yes, beatrice. be our resident sommelier, please.’

beatrice rolls her eyes, again with a blush, but then stands, ignoring ava’s pout. ‘i’ll be right back.’

‘she’s, like, really nice.’

ava lays back with a grin. ‘well she’s on her i was raised by diplomats and nannies most proper behavior right now. i don’t get charcuterie boards like this… ever.’ she takes a bite of cheese. ‘but bea is wonderful. she’s brilliant and funny and so, so kind. she’ll loosen up. i’m really excited you get to spend time with her.’

‘i’m thankful she reached out. i — i’m so happy to be here, and to see you.’

‘me too, my dude.’

beatrice comes back out with fancy real crystal glasses and a bottle of wine she explains is a vintage napa chardonnay, which mostly just makes you think it’s expensive. it probably is, with the way she efficiently uncorks it — ava practically drools, annoying, and you elbow her in the ribs — but it’s, like, really good. at least compared to the cheap wine you sometimes have with your friends when you order greek food.

‘diego,’ beatrice says, measured and anxious and, if ava’s stupid expression is anything to go by, endearing, ‘as you know, i like to surf. although it’s quite early, i was wondering if you might like to join me tomorrow? one of my best friends is an excellent instructor and the wave report looks ideally calm. ava thought you might be interested, if you’d like to learn?’

‘yeah,’ you say. ‘of course. that sounds sick.’

beatrice grins, relaxing a little. ava squeezes her hand. ‘i find it quite fun. it can be hard at first, but it’s nice to be in the water.’

‘diego gets his astounding athletic ability from my side of the family,’ ava says, patting you on the knee.

‘your side of the family?’ beatrice arches a brow.

‘yeah, the orphan side,’ you say, an old joke coming back to you, and ava gives you a high five.

‘i —‘

‘don’t think about it too hard, beatrice. diego also gets his bisexuality from my side of the family too.’

‘now that i’m willing to believe.’

ava winks at you, and then settles back into beatrice’s side.

admittedly, you're exhausted, so the mezcal margarita — smoky and just the right amount of sour — is hitting harder than you thought.

'okay,' ava says, 'boys are easy to flirt with.'

beatrice rolls her eyes.

'they are, bea,' she insists, then looks to you. 'sorry, diego, but boys are just... simple. they see someone hot, especially me, and there's, like, no thoughts.'

you think of the way luis had kissed you one night at a party — with his strong hands and his strong jaw and the rough, delicious scratch of his beard — after you'd just offered him a drink politely, so. honestly, that tracks.

'girls, though, diego.'

you laugh.

'you know, people who aren't men.'

'yeah, of course.'

'difficult. i just — whew.'

'aren't you, like, basically married?'

'well, yes, we're domestic partners. but beatrice is horrible at flirting. she's just lucky she's brilliant, and beautiful, and handsome, and funny.'

beatrice rolls her eyes again, although a blush spreads across her cheeks. 'i think i have more women try to flirt with me than you.'

ava huffs. 'that's because you're just — ugh.' she turns toward you. 'bea has grown into being a lesbian magnet. i once was superior. plus, boys flirt with me too.' she claps you on the back. 'either way, between the two of us, we'll teach you everything you need to know.'

'they won't,' one of their friends says, sliding in next to beatrice, who smiles and kisses him on the cheek. he's maybe the hottest person you've ever seen, with tattoos down both arms and a neat fade, probably a few years older than beatrice. 'i'm keiko,' he says, and offers his hand. his handshake is so strong and you feel yourself blush. 'i own the dojo beatrice goes to.'

'my favorite sparring partner,' beatrice says. 'partially because i have never lost.'

keiko waves her off.

'uh, i'm diego.'

ava laughs, delightedly, at how flustered you clearly are.

'well, if you want advice on boys, i am quite successful.'

'i'm sure you are.'

ava gives you a high five, mortifyingly. 'that's my man.'

'i'm cutting both of you off,' beatrice says.

'one shot, bea, please. come on. all we have to do is walk home.'

beatrice sighs dramatically and runs a hand through her hair, and keiko nudges her in the shoulder. 'for once in your life, beatrice, have a little fun.'

it takes a moment, but she laughs. 'fine. one shot, and then home.'

you surf the next morning, early as fuck, but you’re kind of jetlagged anyway and it’s really beautiful to watch the sunrise while you rest on a board. you haven’t popped up and you got tired pretty fast, but beatrice’s friend, ray — and beatrice herself, obviously — are patient and relaxed and don’t seem to care at all. ava wanders out eventually, setting out a towel and drinking a to-go cup of coffee. she waves happily and blows a kiss in beatrice’s direction, who blushes. it had made you laugh, quietly, when she had put a special bucket hat designed for surfing on after she situated her wetsuit.

‘i don’t want to get sunburned,’ she explained, and then handed you a bottle of spf 100 sunscreen and a zinc stick.

eventually you ride a wave in on your knees, laughing, and then go sit by ava while you watch ray and beatrice and the rest of their little crew surf the next set, bigger on the outer break. you can tell beatrice shows off, for ava and, maybe a bit, for you. it's still early, and ava's happy to sit back in the easy quiet.

'hey,' you say after a while, during a break in sets, 'so, beatrice introduced me this morning as "ava's little brother".'

she turns to you, studies your features carefully, just like she always would when you were in the orphanage, trying to pay close attention. 'did that feel okay?'

'other than the fact that i'm taller than you —'

'— hey —'

'— of course,' you say. 'i love being your brother.'

ava scoots closer to you and bumps your shoulder with hers; you have your wetsuit down around your waist and she has one of beatrice's hoodies on, but you've mostly dried off by this point so you put your arm around her shoulders and tug her to you.

'do you, uh. sister? sibling?'

ava smiles. 'either is great.'

'okay.'

'thanks, diego.'

'nothing to thank me for there. i should be thanking you, honestly. all expenses paid trip to a bougie beach house in california to see someone i've missed so much? the dream.'

she sniffles. you don't know all the details but you know ava has been through some real shit after she — came back to life, you guess? 'i missed you too, so so much.' she clears her throat and wipes under her eyes. 'in the spirit of being your cool older sibling, what mild to moderately wild things do you want to do here. i don't want your parents to be mad at me so consider wisely.'

'tattoo.'

'do you have anything planned that you would want?'

'well, no.'

ava laughs.

'what? beatrice has cool tattoos.'

'she is a staunch believer that you should plan your tattoos in advance. but think of something and then next time we'll get you all set up with her artist, if you want.'

there's a level of maturity and care that's a little unexpected but, like, really cool? really nice. it's kind of weird and makes you a bit emotional, because ava is grown up. she's still an idiot, and constantly annoying, and very funny — but she's gotten to get older, and so have you.

'we could dye our hair,' she says, shrugging. 'easy to rectify, if it's a disaster.'

'i'm so in, man.' your hair is darker than hers, and you have no idea if she knows what she's doing, but you trust beatrice — with her neat hair and neat house and neat clothes and seemingly undying love for ava — to monitor the situation.

'maybe we can do the bi flag.'

it makes you laugh, imagining how silly it would look. 'what about just purple? like, a light purple situation.'

'i've done that before,' she tells you excitedly. 'loved it. definitely time to return.'

'deal. also, i want to try california weed.'

ava grins. 'we would have let you last night, you know, but you were actively falling asleep at the bar after one cocktail.'

'it's the time difference, i swear.'

'sure it is.'

'well, bea loves her edibles. she's very particular about them. i'm... much less particular about joints, but we can start off chill. maybe this afternoon. and then we can have tacos.'

'that sounds like a perfect day.'

she smiles. 'yeah,' she says. 'even more perfect because i get to share it with you.'

'gross,' you say, although you might suddenly cry. 'sappy.'

'yeah, yeah. whatever.'

you keep your arm around ava's shoulders and watch beatrice and ray trade tricks the next set, and then they both call it and walk, laughing, toward you. ava struggles to stand with a frown, and you offer your arm for her to take if she wants. she does, smiles quickly in thanks and then, you know too, moves on without a word. she kisses beatrice soundly on the mouth, then pushes her goofy bucket hat off her head, fastened around her neck and resting on the back of her shoulders, and then gratuitously unzips her wetsuit while ray rolls her eyes.

it's a whole big world, you learn more and more every day. ray joins you for breakfast and then ava takes you shopping while you're pretty sure beatrice just naps. ava uses her chair and brings korra, which is mostly just the coolest thing in the world to you, because she has a whole van customized too, and she just — you had known, when you were younger, when ava would get to go outside in her chair, that nothing was limiting her other than care, and access. you had been limited too, and you ached with it. you ache differently now, because ava navigates her day fully and independently: a wheelchair lift for the stairs, and a huge, beautiful closet and kitchen where she can reach everything without having to stand, and korra, who can turn on lights and open doors and brings you a juice from the fridge when you sit down and mention you're thirsty; ava grins with the command and then praises korra, and you scratch her soft head and even softer ears.

beatrice does supervise when you and ava dye your hair, but ava mostly knows what she's doing, and really gets distracted the most when she looks over at beatrice in lowslung joggers and a cutoff tank and a beanie, leaning against the doorframe quietly, a fond expression on her face. ava wears crop tops and wideleg pants and expensive sneakers and you both end up laughing when you have your matching lavender hair.

you eat edibles that make everything feel lush and slow and perfect, and beatrice laughs softly at ava's ramble about her arms, and she orders a ton of her favorite chinese food that you eat on the patio at sunset. you take some pictures on your film camera, at sunset, and beatrice takes a few of you and ava. you wish you could go back in time and tell both of you, when you were small and sad and scared and abused, that things would be this beautiful one day. that things would be this good.

ava and beatrice eventually say goodnight before they head inside to their bedroom. there's too much light pollution in los angeles to see many of the stars, but you know they're there all the same.

#wn #warrior nun fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #butch bea 🥺🫡#they just get to have such a good life #diego is just like ... wow ... !! ava is so stupid. i love her so much

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auspex · 7 months ago

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VtM Fangfest 2024 Prompt 6: The Hierophant

Hello! Here is my sixth fic for Fangfest 2024 :)

All my fics will be about characters that are previously established, so you might not have context for everything mentioned or hinted at within :( Feel free to reach out to ask I love explaining!

I've never really posted my writing before so be kind!

my first fic is here

my second fic is here

my third fic is here

my fourth fic is here

my fifth fic is here

This fic is about the Gangrel from the game I am the storyteller for, Blood and Silicon, which has its own blog run by the player @chiss-ticism here: @sanguineasylum. The starting phone call dialogue is from in game - @vtmgremlin played Blake and BIG SHOUT OUT TO @eric-the-bmo for transcribing!!!

The cold wind blew smoke and sparks from the fire towards Nelida’s face. Repressing a shudder, she composed herself and answered her ringing cellphone.

Nelida picks up after a moment's hesitation. “Hello?” As she picks up, Rico gives her a look, and listens in. Whatever.

“Hey, it's B! I'm calling from a different number 'cause my other one broke. Sorry for the late-night call, do you remember that guy I was telling you about? That asshole? Hunter?” She didn’t know a guy named Hunter, but the way he emphasized that word… “Yeah, him? A few of his friends are in town, and they tried to start a fight, but we just took off. Just lettin' you know in case he comes by and tries to give you trouble. Probably stay out of the city for a little while. Yknow, Hunter and his crew are somewheres down there- they like to prowl downtown, so.”

This must be Blake calling - a new Gangrel, who had recently visited their little camp in the forest for the first time a week or so ago.��“Wait, is- What- Do you think Hunter is coming tonight?”

“Eh, I don't think so. I think for the most part he kinda took off with his buddies, but they're probably gonna be somewhere downtown. Who's to say. I do think the sheriff's probably gonna be looking out for him too, 'cause he knows he likes to cause trouble, so.”

The sheriff? Like this was some Camarilla city? No, he surely just meant kine legal trouble, right? “Um. Can you come over to talk?”

Blake inhales sharply. “Eh- I would if I could, but the problem is I gotta head out tonight, just in case, 'cause I gotta head up somewhere warm for the holidays. Y'know, family and all that.”

“What the hell. Are you talking about?” Nelida may not know much about Blake yet, but she highly doubted he actually had family he could go visit. But it's time to worry about herself, and her pack. If he’s leaving, then perhaps she should too.

Before Blake can reply, she continues. “Should I head somewhere for the holidays?"

He replies, still casual. “I mean, if you want. I'll just say probably stay out of downtown for a little while. Uh, probably around South Market Street. Probably don't go around there’.

That’s downtown, which he had mentioned before, but this was near where Baron Harrison makes his domain. She didn’t know much else off the top of the top of her head about the area. “Okay... Wasn't planning on it, but thank you? When can we talk more about this?”

“Uh, probably be back in town... sometime next year.”

“Next year!?”

“Y'know, after New Years!” Blake actually laughs.

Oh. Cheeky. “Well, you better have a story for me then.” He still owed him one, and now this story clearly was one that involved her. Or at least, one that could.

“I'm plannin' on it. But y'know, I gotta go and make a story happen first for me to tell you one.”

“What the hell.” She caught herself before saying his name on the phone. “Are you sure you can't stop by really quick?”

“Nah. I gotta head out soon, so- Yeah, just wanted to call and let you know. I don't want this call to go on for too long- I'm sure you need your beauty sleep- so Merry Christmas and all that, happy holidays. Also, probably don't call back this number, 'cause I actually had to borrow a phone from somebody- like I said, my other one broke, so.”

Was he implying he needed help? “Do you need.. assistance?”

Blake had hung up.

“The fuck was that all about?” Rico stared up at her, crouching over the fire.

“I’m not sure,” Nelida pursed her lips. “Something odd happened tonight for sure, we may be in danger. Blake must have uncovered something, he did say we don’t have to leave or anything though. Not that you would leave even if the place was on fire.”

“Nope.”

“Do you know anything about South Market Street?”

Rico scratched his head as he replied. “Uh, the Hecata and Harrison had a small dispute over the area once, since resolved, it's a tourist trap area with a cathedral, not much else of note. Why?”

“Blake said to avoid the area.”

“You gonna elaborate?”

“He seemed to imply hunters.”

The group was silent, listening to the crackling of the fire. Nelida began braiding her hair, and then continued. “This wouldn’t be the first time there were hunters in the city.”

“Nope.”

After a moment's pause, Melinda, one of the newer Gangrel, spoke up. “Uh, mind filling me in?”

Rico and Nelida looked at each other.

Nelida’s eyes glimmered looking into the fire. “In the 80s, before your embrace, kindred society San Jose was settling down. The Tremere had accepted that there was no way they could push out the Hecata, and sequestered themselves to the North. A gang of Ventrue took it upon themselves to push down any would-be-upstarts, and so any who called themselves ‘baron’ only laid claim to small areas. Kindred were masters of their own domain.”

Mel scratched the back of her neck. “Not like now.”

Rico snorted, and Nelida gave her a small smile. “Well, do you know much about another kindred’s domain? Could you tell me what goes on in the Hecata’s turf, or up north, where the thinbloods are now?”

She shook her head.

“Right, no, we don’t know much other than what they tell us. And no kindred talks about their own business - we’re secretive, and for good reason. So, back then, no one knew what was going on in the city at all, only across the street from their own haven. There was no coordination to look out for threats. We were all blind. Now - keep in mind, this was the 80s, so kindred did not have to contend with the Second Inquisition. No one was worried about kine hunters.”

Melinda smiled. “Y’all were careless.”

Rico cut in. “Hey now. Me and Nelida, we were minding our damn business out here. Wasn’t our fault.”

“Yes Rico.” Nelida finished one braid and moved on to another. “But we are still affected by other’s recklessness. Now shh, let me tell it.”

Melinda spoke up. “Wait, do we not like, need to do anything? Do we have time for this or should we be preparing for an attack or something?”

“No, I think he just wanted to give us a heads up. There’s nothing to be done, unless you have friends that you wish to warn. Now let me fill you in, like you asked.” The winter wind whispered and Nelida lowered her voice. “San Jose was experiencing a population boom. Whatever kine was your preference, it was not hard to find them. The Camarilla was not threatening the area. Unlife was good.”

“So good in fact, that new kindred were moving in too. Without any centralized leadership, arguments over territory were common. Rico made his place here, and allowed other Gangrel to join him, but other clans were a lot more fractured. The Toreador and Malkavians practically drove each other out.”

“Harrison is the reason why there’s no Roses in the city?”

Nelida smiled. “Harrison wasn’t here yet. As I was saying though, there was conflict, and conflict draws attention. There was a Toreador named Miguel, a wonderful guitarist, beautiful, exactly who you are probably picturing right now. He had a penchant for attending concerts within the local music scene, even fraternizing with mortals there beyond one-night-stands. Unfortunately for Miguel, one of his favorite bands frequented venues in an area claimed by a Malkavian at the time named Gloria.”

“Gloria got sick of seeing him, and despite warnings, he would not stop interacting with kine she considered hers.” Rico looked like he was about to say something, but was silenced by a look from Nelida. “She was known to kine as the landlord, a rather cruel one at that, and Miguel took advantage of this. He spurred those she collected rent from into action, protests and such, and had the bands support it.”

“But some of the mortals he was supporting dug a little too deep, and found that she had been a landlord for two decades, despite only looking 30.” She looked from the fire into Melinda’s eyes. “If you wish to involve yourself in mortal business personally, your identity has an expiration date.”

“Two of these kine, a couple, were assigned to keep looking into it. I do not know when they began to suspect something supernatural, but they surely caught wind.”

“Miguel won his fight, and Gloria ceded some territory to him. However, many months later, the couple confronted Gloria directly one night, and she was found staked and beheaded in an alley behind her haven.”

“Such is the price of making mortals fight your battles - they have their own too. Miguel had put them on the scent. This all caused quite a stir, right Rico?”

“Oh? Yeah. Yeah we were all freaked out by that. Gloria had been here for a long time, and she had a lotta connections. We didn’t know what those hunters had found by searching her shit. I mean, I wasn't too worried about myself and my pack, but others were. And soon enough, another Malkavian was reported killed, and another.” He stood up as he continued.

“After the third death we all really started to get our shit together. In the end it was actually the Tremere who found the pair. Probably tortured them for info that they didn’t fully share with the rest of us, but whatever. The final deaths stopped. But ever since then, kindred who live in the city or own shit have been a hell of a lot more careful. Plus, some people just started leaving, good riddance. It was getting too crazy here. And I thought things were pretty peaceful, until, well.”

There was only the sound of the fire for a few seconds, until Melinda spoke. “Until tonight.”

#vtmfangfest24 #:D

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italiansteebie · 2 years ago

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"where's steve?"

"hey, how are you?"

"wh- where is steve?"

"hello. nice to see you."

"ugh, oh my god. hi, robin! it's nice to see you too! now where is steve?"

robin rolls her eyes at the child in front of her. couldn't she get a moments peace to think about nancy? or the fact that she hasn't practiced her clarinet piece in like 2 weeks? oh shit... she should really do that.

"i don't know,"

"wha- how could you not know?"

"i'm not his like, keeper, or whatever, dustin!"

"i mean you kinda are..."

seriously. that's what these kids see her as? just some random girl who showed up just to hang around steve?

"look. i don't know where he is, check eddie's. now get out or rent a movie. geeze."

dustin huffs and spins around to the door, grumbling something about "best friend my ass, doesn't even know where he is." and all robin can do is roll her eyes. she watches as dustin gets on his bike and pedals away. she sighs and picks up the phone next to her, punching in eddie's number.

"munsons, what's up?"

"hey ed."

"oh hey bucks! what's going on?"

"figured steve was over at yours and was gonna warn you that dustin's on his way."

she hears eddie sigh and shout the message back to who she presumes is steve.

"thanks bucks. saved us a whole lotta embarrassment there."

robin thinks about that for a second, "oh ew! im hanging up now."

eddie laughs and she cuts the sound off by hanging up the phone. she shakes her head, how did she find herself with these people? stupid scoops ahoy. stupid russians. gross.

her thoughts are interrupted by none other than max mayfield waltzing into the store. she's got her thick ass glasses pressed against her face and a slight scowl that seems to be her default. "hey red, what ya lookin for?"

"uh. im not sure actually. i just didn't want to be home anymore."

robin beckons her over to the counter, motioning for her to hop up and join her. "can i ask you a question, max?"

"yeah, sure..."

"el is like, your best friend, right?"

"mhm."

"do you know where she is right now?"

max squints at her, which is a funny scene because her glasses make her eyes huge, "i don't know, at home, maybe? why?"

robin sighs, hoping of the counter and pacing for a moment, "dustin came in and demanded to know where steve is,"

"how would you know that? you're not his keeper."

"exactly! that's exactly what i said. i- im just wondering, is that all you guys think i am? steve's friend? i thought, yknow... after we saved the world i was your friend too."

max scoffs. "don't listen to anything dustin says. he thinks i know where lucas is at all times. he's got this weird thing about girls. if we're not with our guy friends or boyfriends then we're not like... a person or whatever. it's stupid. he's stupid."

robin laughs at that. "yeah, he is."

"i think of you as my friend anyways."

"you do?"

"yeah. i like you better than steve. we need more girls in this 'world saving' club."

robin nods, smirking at her. "you're a pretty cool kid mayfield."

"i know."

max hops off the counter, hesitating before she wraps her arms around robin for a quick hug. she makes her way back to the door, it chimes as it opens, "see ya later buck!"

robin shakes her head and smiles. and then she scoffs, "i am not that dinguses keeper." she moves to the tape cart, pushing it as she sorts the new movies, muttering, "steve is the least interesting part of my life, like i play clarinet. and i saved the fucking world! steve's keeper. huh! what a concept."

#robin buckley #max mayfield #robin buckley drabble #robin buckley is a lesbian #awesome max mayfield #insufferable dustin henderson #stranger things #robin buckley fic #stranger things ficlet

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askthedespairkids · 1 year ago

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closure

*After the couple makes their leave, the party begins its wind down. People begin to say their goodbyes as they leave to enjoy their last night before whatever may happen tomorrow while others begin to clean up the site.*

Sly: *With all the clean up done Sly sits against one of the nearby trees playing with his knife, not really looking to leave*

Hey, are you not leaving yet? I know assassins don't conform to our lowly normie sleep schedules, but you should probably still go and rest. It's been a long day.

Sly: *Orochi’s voice breaks him from his thoughts* Haha very funny. You don’t have to babysit me yknow. I’m sure Yokozawa is tired of waiting for you to get him down from the flagpole anyway.

*He giggles, bemused* I know, I know. I figured I should let him stew for a bit after how he spoke to Okanaya-kun, but I suppose I should actually go and collect him. Try and get some sleep soon though, okay? Best to not ruin your sleep schedule now of all time.

Sly: Yeah yeah. *He pauses for a moment* You have a good rest of your night Kamisaka. I’m just gonna…enjoy the atmosphere for a little bit longer.

*After Orochi leaves, Sly sits there finally all alone. He doesn’t particular do anything, he just sits and waits. Though as time goes by it becomes unclear what he’s waiting for. Nothing happens around him. After a while…*

Sly: *He let’s put a sigh* Well Maki, you won’t be able to say I didn’t try at least. *He shrugs to himself and begins to slowly walk towards the dorms under the night sky*

*As Sly walks up the path back to the dorms, Maemi comes into view, leaning against one of the trees on the pathway. From the way her gaze is fixed on him, it's clear she was waiting for him.*

*She pushes herself off of the tree* You certainly kept me waiting. The last one to leave. In the time it took for you to leave, Kamisaka-san managed to rescue Yokozawa-san and have a small conversation with me...*She tries to hold an annoyed glare, but it doesn't feel genuine*

Sly: Kept you waiting? I was giving you a chance to come talk to me. Figured it would’ve been during the festivities. Especially after seeing you go after Kurosaki. Guess I got the wrong idea about you. *That last sentence carrying a hint of venom in it*

You didn't leave yourself many opportunities to pull you aside...

*She sighs* This is already starting on the wrong note. Can we start this over?

Sly: *His promise to hear her out echoes in his head again and he sighs* I’ve been making too many promises lately….Sorry bout that, yeah let’s start over.

*She shuffles awkwardly, playing with her hair* I, um...I'm sorry. For everything. For tricking you. More importantly, for using Harukawa-san to trick you. I used leverage against her so she couldn't refuse and it put you in the middle when it wasn't something you should've been kept in the dark for if we were going to involve you.

Sly: *He looks at her, unable to hide his disappointment* You still just don’t get it Maemi.

I...I figured I didn't. It was thoughtless what I did to you. I still don't fully understand the ins and outs of it all, which just makes it worse.

Sly: *He takes a deep breath* Of course using Maki, someone you know I trusted with all I am, really pissed me off. And her going along with it hurt me in a way I didn’t think she was capable of doing. But that’s not what this is about. It plays a part but it’s not the biggest thing.

The biggest thing being?

Sly: You. Being tricked into helping Kurosaki is one thing. Having Maki help you in doing so is another. But what I really hate about this whole thing is how you did it. You made me think…you made me think you were in danger. You made me think that if I went about something the wrong way someone could take you away. You made me think that someone was gonna kill you. You used the fact that I care about you and you specifically to make me move as if I was a puppet.

Yeah...I did. I should have been honest with you from the start. It...wasn't right of me to make you think all of those things. I got so blinded trying to help Yuuki I didn't stop to consider you or anyone else. It was awful of me...If I'm going to be transparent, I was never planning on revealing it was all fake. I was hoping that when Yuuki found out Shirogane losing all her memories, he would give up. But I should have realised his talent would lead him to the truth...I'm sorry, Sly. To have gotten you wrapped up in all of my...bullshit. Not just my own baggage, but Shirogane's. And Yuuki's. And I suppose also Amami-san's.

Sly: I don’t care about that Maemi. This baggage you talk about, I would’ve gladly carried some of it had you just talked to me. I’m glad we helped Kurosaki. I truly am. Seeing him come back after your talk and smile the way he did was refreshing. But I simply just don’t want people I care about purposefully using that against me. I’m not someone that’s been taught to care about or trust many people. Opening up to somebody and them using that to manipulate me…what am I supposed to do with that?

...There's not much you really can do, is there?

I...I can't take back what I've done, Sly. But whatever I need to do in order to find some semblance of the friendship we used to have, I'm willing to do it. I just...I'm not used to people truly caring about my wellbeing. I think I've forgotten what it's like to be...cared about, I suppose.

It's my own fault. I denied Yuuki a friend back at Hope's Peak. Someone he could find solidarity in. Despite believing I could trust you, I never...truly believed that you would really care if something happened.

Its just all become such a mess...and I don't know what to do with it now. For the first time with you I just feel...lost. After years of it always feeling so easy to be with you, I don't know what to do now. And I don't know what to do to make it better. If I just...if I just let Yuuki in back then. If I actually dealt with all this, maybe I wouldn't be like this now. Hurting you. You've just become another victim.

Sly: *In hearing that word, he chuckles a bit to himself* Sorry, I don’t think I’ve ever been called a victim before. It’s usually the other side of the coin. It’s especially funny coming from you. *He sighs* If you were me Maemi what would you do?

...*sighs* The problem is that the thing you're most upset about is the thing I thought you would be the least upset about...honestly, I wouldn't forgive me. I was shocked when Yuuki said he would want to rebuild our relationship. I don't really think I deserve it, and I don't think I can give you an unbiased opinion on what to do...but I want to do whatever it takes. I...don't want to lose you. Not after everything that's happened.

Sly: Look, maybe it’s the atmosphere of the day. I’m really happy I got to be apart of something so nice before a day like tomorrow. With that said I don’t forgive you. Not yet. But I do understand your thought process and in the end you’re okay and Kurosaki is okay so I guess I accept your apology. I don’t want to go into tomorrow with any regrets and I get the feeling I don’t want to lose you either, it’s literally the reason I’m so mad so there’s no real point in letting the unnecessary drama linger on.

Then...where do we go from this point?

Sly: Hmmm. When this is all over, if you’re able, I want you to start seeing Gekkougahara. At least one time. You do that and I’ll feel a lot better about us moving forward.

Okay...Yeah, that's fair enough. I'll vow to do that...in that case, when this is all over, if we make it through this...

I want to tell you about it. The whole killing game...it got covered up by Hope's Peak for so long, it should be exposed in the end. I...don't know what would happen to Shirogane, but frankly keeping it hidden has just made my life more difficult...I want you to be the first to hear about it all

Sly: I’ll be ready to listen when you’re ready to speak.

Thank you...

*She rubs at her arms* We should...probably get some rest. Fun aside, it's been an absolute saga of a day. It's like the Endless Eight Arc in the Haruhi Suzumiya anime.

Shall we...head back to the dorms?

Sly: You know I have no idea what that is but yeah I’ll walk you to your room. No need to be so shy

Shy? *She giggles* Don't be so absurd.

END OF DAY 6

DAYS LEFT BEFORE THE FIGHT: 1

#The Preparation Arc #Maemi Watanabe #Sly #Orochi Kamisaka #DR

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zozilly · 4 days ago

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GHD|| Sailor Song by Gigi Perez is very Chrysanthe and Miraak...

[Edit: I wanted to @99corentine because this is their lovely fic that's consumed my life and also opinions]

So I was thinking about this fic, because I found it, read it on my flip phone, chewed it up and swallowed it in 12 hours over the span of three days, and I realized it is a very fitting song for these two at the beginning of their lil freakyship right after Miraak leaves Apocrypha. Now because I'm autistic and Skyrim is like the only thing I've consumed for two months now, I will be copy-pasting the lyrics and explaining.

[I saw her in the rightest way Looking like Anne Hathaway]

okay so this is to me, Chry seeing Miraak's face for the first time. I mean he was whipped, absolutely head over heels when he first met the guy, but like..... yknow?

Laughing while she hit her pen and coughed, and coughed[unrelated they didnt have pens.]

[And then she came up to my knees Begging, "Baby, would you please Do the things you said you'd do to me, to me?"]

THIS. this is my part. my lil bit. my absolutely pathetic mommy issues emotional neglect having ass itches amazingly for this bit. ABSOLUTELY this is both of them. Chry to Miraak in the "Hey I'm the most wet-cat man you'll get, and I am a tradgedy for you, please love me in a way that makes me forget those moments after thralldom." Miraak in his fucking "Silgron I have been trapped as no more than a pet for 4000 years, you are *mine* and you promised me so much, in exchange for small favors and such. I *need* you. Like I need no other."(because he is dramatic and a queer. and also has chewy amazing sour patch kids flavored character development that I enjoy normally.)

[Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor?]

theyre both patheti and love starved with extreme guilt.... like pooka what do you want from them?

[I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior]

THISTHISTHIS... Chry literally was saved from thralldom by Miraak and Miraak from Apocrypha!!! Chry is wholly hesitant to really belive in the divines, clearly stating he steps outside those boxes, and Miraak literally says he doesn't give a crap because his gods were the dov, whom he rejected. but he owes his freedom to Chry, and vice versa.

[My mom says that she's worried, but I'm covered in this favor

theyre both without parents.

[And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong]

gay fucks get emotional when they say gex

[I sleep so I can see you, 'cause I hate to wait so long I sleep so I can see you, and I hate to wait so long]

telepathy, must I say more? No? ok I will<3 Chry has said he's gonna go beddy bye so he can talk to Miraak.

[She took my fingers to her mouth The kind of thing that makes you proud That nothing else had ever worked out, worked out]

Miraak and his oral fixation<3 and his past with that one priest or wghatever.... I read that bit at like midnight....

[And lately, I've tried other things But nothing can capture the sting Of the venom she's gonna spit out right now]

oh? Chry thriving off of Miraak being possesive??? oh????

[Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor? And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor? I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior I know that you've been worried, but you're dripping in my favor And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong I sleep so I can see you, 'cause I hate to wait so long I sleep so I can see you, and I hate to wait so long]

we done this b4

[And we can run away to the walls inside your house I can be the cat, baby, you can be the mouse And we can laugh off things that we know nothing about We can go forever, until you wanna sit it out]

when they when they in lakeview... when they they when...

#gol hah dov #i swear #im normal im normal im normal #miraak #chrysanthe is literally me when i #sailor song #fic rec #i stayed up #till 3:15am for this fic #seven hours in one night #i worked the next day #i love this fic #i love this sm #aaaaaa #queer #ghd

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sharksa-shivers · 9 months ago

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More queer Trio shit cuz why not?

---------------------- (Max comes back from a gas station and comes over to the car where Sharky and Kristy are. Max has a bag of drinks for all of em.)

Max:(rushing over with a big ol smirk)Ey, i got the drinks!!! I got drinks for the boys!!!!

Sharky:(amused too, thirsty)Hell yeah, gimmie one.

Max:(yeets one at Sharky who catches the soda easily, looks over at Kristy)And one for you?

Kristy:(looks at Max a bit confused)…Max, i'm a gir-

Max:(shakes his head)Nope, none of that!!! You're with me and Sharky, you're an official boy aite, none of that! Besides, you gotta want a drink don't you?

Kristy:(feels nice Max said that, takes what he says)…Yeah, i am thirsty…I'd definitely like a soda…

Max:(wraps an arm around Kristy's shoulder, smirking and hands her a soda)Then accept gender is a stupidass social concept and take the soda Kris, you're one of the boys now!!!!

Sharky:(amused, taking a sip of his drink)Besides Kris, I'm bi. I'm chill if you wanna trans your gender hehehe, you aren't getting away from me that easy!!! I'll date a guy!!!

Kristy:(amused by her friend and her boyfriend, sits on the trunk with Sharky and shoves him lightly, Sharky snickering in response)Dude, stoppppp!!! Hahaha!!! I like being a girl!! Butttttttt i can accept that terms are terms so...Yknow...(opens her soda and starts drinking it) --------------------

(Max and Kristy are talking about a thing, Max is sitting at an office desk with his legs crossed, boots on the table while Kristy's just standing and talking. Idk what about, i just have this dialog)

Max:(smirking, amused) I mean, i am pretty hot for an aroace guy i'd think…Yknow, Mr. Unattainable some might call me.

Kristy:(annoyed by Max's shenanigans) You are not funny.

Max:(smirk widens) You're right, i'm fuckin hilarious heheheheh… -------------------

(Bi shit from Sharky lol.)

(Sharky and Kristy watching a horror movie together, not sure if they a couple atm tho, F…Or ig you can decide lol. We see part of the movie, a human guy walking around his house that he's like locked out of and is trying to get back into.)

Kristy:(kinda perks up whenever he's on screen)……He's kinda like…Really nice looking, wow…

Sharky:(gay smirk, eating popcorn)Mmm, yeah, he's pretty hot honestly…But uhhhh, i wouldn't get too attached…

Kristy:(looking over)What? Why?

Sharky:(amused)Hey, spoilers but uhhhh, i've seen this movie before. Not gonna say what but doesn't go well for him…Which sucks cuz god, he is hot tho… ----------------

(Context is Trio derps are getting ready in the morning after waking up to do a mission. They're currently at a clients house and are prepping to head out.)

Max:(leaving his temp-room, we see he's wearing some pretty fem clothes. He's wearing his velvety blue flower top, a purple beanie, his black ruffled skirt, his black and purple tights and his punk boots. We see him shut the door and come face to face with the client who's staring oddly at Max)Ughhhhh, guess I'm ready for this but man, i got a vibe this missions gonna kinda suck…

Client:(questioning Max's outfit)……I imagine it is considering your outfit, what are you even wearing?? Why is it so girly and feminine??

Max:(glares at him, a bit annoyed. We also see Kristy walking behind the client and she stops whenever she hears what Max is saying, snarky and confrontational)…There something wrong with being a girl or being feminine my guy? You got something you wanna share with the class?

Client:(he notices Kristy's behind him and is also none too pleased, quickly but begrudgingly dropping the topic, huffy)……..Never mind, ugh…

Kristy:(watching as he walks off, approaching near Max, annoyed)…….Oh great, so he's one of those kind of clients. Greattttt…

Max:(smirking, amused)Don't worry too much, i got my methods of 'extra charges' he can pay for being a pain in the ass…

Kristy:(raises an eyebrow, sus)What do you mean by that?

Max:(just smirks a shiteating grin before saying nothing and walking off)…… --------------- Sharky:(Laying down with Kristy, looking at the ceiling, thinking)……So what i've pieced together is i got a thing for pan girls andddd dudes that can kick my ass…Emo enbies are pretty neat too…

Kristy:(also laying down, thinking)…..I don't really think i haveeee much of a preference honestly when i think about it…I just like what i like hehe…When i think about it, my tastes are like…allllll over the place…

Sharky:(amused, looking over at his gf)Yknow, i think that explains alot about both of us honestly heh… ------------------------

Rando girl:(confessing) Look i just…I think i like you ok???? Oh god, i really do!!!!!! Like romantic love like you!!!!!! All the time we've spent together today!!!! I-I think i love you!!!!!!!

Max:(just sits, staring, awkward laughing and smiling as he slowly pulls out an aroace bandanna from his bag, tying it on his head, the girl just staring and not understanding)…….That's not my fault you picked wrong, it's nottttttttttt…

Rando girl:(confused)………….What's that mean?

Max:(anxiety intensifys, nervous smiles still as he trys really fucking hard to hint at it, we see him grab his bag and dump out various shit with ace flags and aro flags on it, popping his pride pins off his bag, his ace spade keychain, various stickers he has stored up, small little flags, several black and white rings, just leaving them on the table and gesturing, awkward as fuck)………Please, please just understand?????

Rando girl:(awkward, getting more hurt)I…I don't?? I don't understand what any of this is????

Max:(just blurts it out, not knowing what else to do)Look, i apprecate your feeling but i'm aromantic asexual and i'm not interested in dating literally anybody, i'm so sorry, just, yeah, no, i don't-

Rando girl:(face falls, getting upset, angry and hurt)……..The hell does that mean????

Max:(groans, tries to explain)I don't feel sexual or romantic attractions, i don't-

Rando girl:(getting up, now pissed and beyond hurt)I can't believe this!!!!!!! I thought you'd like me back!!!!!!!!

Max:(quickly, awkward, visably sweating, scared of hurting her)Well i'm sorry, i just, i don't-

(before Max can say anything else, we see the girl grab her drink, Max quickly shoves his stuff into his bag quickly as he see's what's coming and he's right because she throws the drink all over Max)

Rando girl:(angry crying)Fuck you!!!!!! You miserable piece of shit!!!!!! Enjoy being alone forever!!!!!(she runs out of the building crying, leaving Max alone…)

Max:(reeling from that, moving his wet fur from his eyes, groaning irritated as fuck, shaking soda from his fur)God fucking damnit, jesus…Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…

(We see Sharky approach, him coming from like the bathroom, sitting back down only to question Max)

Sharky:(worried)Uhhhhhh, there any reason your sopping wet with soda? And where'd that girl go?

Max:(irritated)Because people don't know what "No, i'm not interested in dating you." means…And uhhh, she ran off because i said that…

Sharky:(stops a second, stunned)Wait, did she like-????

Max:(nods, frustrated)Yes she did and now i'm just…Tired…(plops his head on the table)Goddamnit, why the fuck do people have to fucking be like that? Fucking, jesus…

Sharky:(quickly, grabbing some nearby napkins, sympathetic, worried)Holy shit, Max, i'm so so sorry, i-

Max:(annoyed but grateful)It's fine, just…Yeah, give me some more napkins, god, this is all over my arms and my chest, goddamnit…

Sharky:(worried)Dude, still, what the fuck???? Why would she do that? She seemed chill, i don't get it!!

Max:(just stops a second before deciding to go off a bit)…Yknow, it'd be fuckin nice if i didn't have to literally come out to her as aroace at the same time she was trying to hit on me, it'd be nice if she could have seen the pins and knew what the hell the flags were and it would be nice if i didn't have to lecture literally every person ever about my identity because they ask and then they inevitably throw shit at me because they don't understand…Like just, just once, it'd be nice for them to notice the glaring fucking signs i have up around me and understand or for me to be able to say "I'm aroace" and them just to shrug and say "Oh cool, ok, nice. Anyway-" Like…God, i just…I just want that, i'm so fucking tired…

Sharky:(thinks for a moment, trying to search for the right words only to find none really)……..I'm sorry you have to feel that, i really am…I can't imagine how alienating that is…

Max:(bit depressed now)Yeah, it really fucking is……….(getting up, annoyed)Yknow what, i just want to leave, i don't want to be here anymore, i want to go take a shower before literally my entire body becomes solid sticky clumps of fur…

Sharky:(quickly trying to be a good friend, getting up too, kindly)Yeah, we can totally do that dude…Maybe we can all figure out something to do, Kristy said she finished some of that mission stuff from earlier and is going off about being bored…

Max:(annoyed)Yeah, course she is, she always does that shit… -------------

Sharky:(comes into the room and plops his arms on Kristy's head, putting his head on his arms and looking at what Kristy's doin, smirks)Hey, what's up pan-cake?

Kristy:(doing something on her phone, just laughs at that)Pan-cake??? What???

Sharky:(explains, cheery)Yeah cuz you're pan-sexual? Did the joke not land or? I dunno, that's what i was going for.

Kristy:(going back to her phone, still amused tho)Well it's better then the "are you attracted to pans then???" Joke i hear every single time so fair enough…I'll take that one. It is admittedly kinda cute, won't lie heheheh…

Sharky:(amused)Good, cuz i like it too heh…Also cuz you smell nice and you're soft…So you're like a pancake in other ways too if that helps…

Kristy:(she kinda short circuits from that)Dude ahhhhhhhhh (blushing intensifying)

Sharky:(just stares a moment before continuing)…….I like it when you blush, that's also hella cute… ________________

(We see Kristy standing whenever Sharky sneaks up behind her and scoops her up, startling her.)

Sharky:(smirking, holding her pretty easily)Need a lift m'lady?

Kristy:(blushing, startled)…Sure! Yeah, ok!

Sharky:(laughing a bit)I'm sorry, did i scare you??

Kristy:(calms down a bit, amused)Yeah, kinda!! But…then again, you're always a welcome surprise ya big derp…(kisses him on the cheek)

Sharky:(walking with her, chill and casual)Yepppp, i'm the big derp and you're the little derp. That's us, that's our relationship heheheh…I'm the big shy disaster bi and you're the pan with the…kinda bad plans, not gonna lie.

Kristy:(laughing, shoves him a bit)Hey!!! No bullying!!! ______________ These bitches queer. GOOD FOR THEM!!! Good for them!!

#kidnappedseries #kidnappedseries dialog stuff #sharky #kristy #max #sharksty #This Series gay son lol #Leave if you don't want queer shit #My queer ass don't want bigots here lol

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cheemken · 1 year ago

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Man, you got any headcanons about your Silkwing AU? Maybe about how Iris went to Unova and met the Unova kids, or about Silver meeting Gold and Kris? Even just family bonding moments

I need fluff rn cause I just read the most soul crushing, heart stopping, punched me in the face, slapped my dog then pushed him down the stairs, robbed me of my happiness, deceiving piece of literature, sobbing worth, angst oneshot

I didn’t even want angst. I just didn’t read the tags right

REAL SHIT THO FELT THAT FR🤣

But hey, don't worry man I gotchu hahah

I have been thinking abt Iris going to Unova tho, bc I wanna say she did learn abt Lance once training at Hammerlocke in Galar when he was younger so he could understand Dragons more and be a stronger trainer, and she wanted that kinda experience too. So she told Lance that there was a Dragon Master in Unova too, his name was Drayden, and Iris wanted to train under him the same way Lance trained at Hammerlocke. She wanted to be at Unova bc she knows Hydreigon was a pkmn native to the region, so maybe she can learn more abt her own partner too. Lance was reluctant for a bit, ofc, that's his daughter and it's not like Silver would join her, so he and Dia are worried at what would happen to her.

But yknow, Iris was at least fifteen now, and half of her team are fully evolved pseudo legendary dragons w her, she can defend herself well. So hey, Lance and Diantha finally agreed, letting her stay w Alder while she's there, and Alder promised to update her parents every day abt her progress.

And hey, everything went well yknow, Drayden was dope, he's cool, he's nice, even helped her train her own self too, making her do push ups and all that hahah so she's at least physically strong too. And like, yeah the events of BW, she was visiting Castelia, it was her break so she decided to buy some Casteliacones, then Team Plasma happened, and then Alder and Iris both told Dia and Lance and man Dia almost wanted Iris to come back home in fear of her daughter getting hurt. But yknow, Lance tells her that Iris should stay at Unova, Dia almost got mad then Lance stopped her, going on how Silver managed to stop Rocket along w him and his own friends, they should have faith in Iris too. And Iris reassured her that she wasn't alone in dealing w Plasma, as the entire Unova League was trying to stop them too, along w these trainers from a town called Nuvema. Diantha was honestly still terrified, but she decided to trust Iris, ofc Lance was right, their kids are capable, they're not weak

And yeah, they stopped Team Plasma, Iris still stayed for a few months, and in those months she became closer to the Nuvema kids, till Hilda said she's gonna search for N, and the others didn't want her to go, but she was determined to find him yknow, to bring him back home too. So they wished her luck, and then they parted ways, w Iris going back to Johto, and Diantha and Lance were there hugging her tight, happy that she was alright.

It would be funny tho if N was in Johto. Like yeah two year timeskip, the Unova kids kept in touch w each other, they suddenly get a message from Hilda, "idk where the fuck this loser is I searched the entirety of Unova and even Alola i think he's dead fr"

And Iris is there at Azalea, sees this guy w long green hair apparently talking to the Slowpoke, then messages their group chat "*sends a pic of N w the Slowpoke* this ur guy?"

"HOW DID HE GET TO JOHTO BRING HIS ASS BACK HERE"

"on it boss o7"

So yeah, Iris and N had a talk, and he really was the same N of Plasma, he changed tho, Iris knew, and she said that Hilda was looking for him. And like,, idk, a lil moment between them, w N saying how he felt guilty, he didn't want to face them just yet, but he knows he has to, even Reshiram wanted to go back to Unova, and he has to admit, Unova was home to him. But idk, maybe before they left, Iris let N stay w her for a bit in her home, and he got to know her fam, and they were nice to him, he honestly thought Diantha could talk to pkmn too, but she said she could only ever really read their minds. And yeah after that maybe, they decided to head to Unova again

But hey yeah, the events of BW2 w some changes hahah and how it's N and Hilda and Iris who helped Nate stop Ghetsis, and Nate, despite the one who captured Kyurem, decided to leave it in Iris' hands, as she has more experience w dragons and the fact that he really didn't want to be w Kyurem. But yeah, they went to Opelucid, and it was nice seeing Drayden again yknow, it was a teary reunion, but Drayden was happy to see Iris again. Nate told Drayden of Kyurem, and he wanted to just trust Iris in handling the Splicers, as he really didn't want to, and ofc Drayden went w that too, if Nate doesn't want to, then it should be someone who knows the true powers of the dragons but still strong enough to not get the power to their head, and who's a better candidate for that than Iris? So yeah, they entrusted Iris w Kyurem and the Splicers, and she promised she'd take care of them the best she can.

Anyways imagine Iris showing off her legendary pkmn to her fam tho, Lance and Dia were impressed ofc, but Silver was jealous af going "I'm gonna find a legendary Pokémon too! And it'll be stronger than yours!"

"bet ouo"

But also yknow it would be cool if the Unova kids visit Johto for once, it's always Iris who visits Unova anyways, plus it would be great to visit other regions every once in a while. But like imagine them getting there via their dragons tho bcmdnd hahaha imagine Hilda and Bianca on Zekrom and the boys on Reshiram, they land on Blackthorn City, and they see Iris, Hilbert was waving at her and yeah they reunite hahah

Imagine tho Silver seeing the other dragons and became more adamant he'd find a legendary too, and Lance is so fucking amazed by the other two legendary dragons of Unova right at his doorstep, and Diantha's there still processing how these kids got Unova's legendary dragons under their command like they're just normal pkmn hahaha

#You and the tags the same energy when I posted that Cynthia angst fic too hahahah #anyways hahah #idk itd also be fun to think silver finding out abt iris having a crush on bianca and teases her abt it hahaha #and she shoots back w how hes not really subtle w kris and gold too and it shut him up hahaha #might post the johto kids soon bc im still thinking abt that hahah #but yeah johto trio and unova kids supremacy uwu #silkwing au #an ask and an answer #jerseyk112

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amugoffandoms · 1 year ago

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NO DONT EVEN WORRY!!! i really enjoyed Canto iii as well project moon does so well with the canto's

(gonna do it under the cut again!!)

personally I haven't played the other games because i usually play mobile and i don't believe you can get the other games on there, but I heard the other games were amazing

and one hundred percent!! if I could, I'd definitely support lc and pm! unfortunately I think the only stuff out are currently Japan exclusive, but if they do anything elsewhere, I'll definitely take a look :D

ANYWAYS back to limbus company talks yeah!! I definitely love how each character has their own version of pass on and each as equally as impactful as the others, I feel like certain lines feel definitely dedicated to certain sinners ("The times that have choked me, will i miss them as well?" THIS SPECIFIC LINE JUST FITS ALL THE SINNERS SO FAR AURUEU)

no yeah! i was like hpld up WAIT A MINUTE THIS GUY JUST THREW UP this isn't good wuh oh

KROMER IS AMAZING AS A CHARACTER (I LOVE HER CHARACTER BUT SOMETIMES IM LIKE omg why wHY why she's so interesting but oh my God PLEASE WHY WOULD YOU DO ALL OF THST) THE HEADS SINGING CHRISTMAS CAROLS, THEY LITERALLY CALLED OUT TO SINCLAIR I was IN SHOCK WHAT WAS GOING ON

THEY EVEN GOT THE CAROLS DURING THE FIGHTS AND I WAS LIKE HEY THIS IS SO CREEPY PLEASE I DO NOT LIKE THIS‼️‼️

Sinclair saying he'd skewer the bitch

yknow what good for him he's been through enough because of her

ans yeah!! I really enjoyed seeing those parts as well! like you said, it definitely explained a lot and why Sinclair took the deal, he didn't realize she'd go to this extent or anything he was just afraid of becoming so (sorry if this isn't the right word!) emotionless, you could see how cold the dinner table got when everyone started to grt their prosthetics and he didn't want that

and kromer took advantage of that just for her own personal benefit arurungghg

AND YES THE PART WHERE KROMER KILLED HIS FAMILT I have it screenshotted because I was in shock

THIS WAS SO CREEPY OH MY GOD HER EYES JUST STARING AT YOU A LITTLE anyways he didn't want any of this and he's like terrified for his life as kromer is like i did this for the good of all humans (or something i haven't played Canto iii in a bit ahvehaha)

anyways, again, don't even worry!! I really enjoyed all the cantos and I don't mind talking about them!! and, yeah, I definitely think Sinclair was just confused and was looking for support, which he unfortunately found in Kromer, who used him for her own benefit to kill and whatnot

anyways bonus scene since I have this!!

just seeing Sinclair persisting while he's melting, while everyone else is dying, just to kill Kromer because that's how much he hates her, to the point he'll let himself die (even if he can be revived by dante) to make sure she's dead

saw your pinned post and saw you liked limbus company SO I think I have a question to ask you

does sinclair's pass on have Haruka vibes?

thank you (i thought about this a while back sjkdhfjdhf)

YES HE DOES!!!!!!!!!!!!111 ACTUALLY I STARTED PLAYING LIMBUS BECAUSE I SAW A THREAD ASSIGNING MILGRAM CHARACTERS TO LC CHARACTERS AND THEY MADE THE SINCLAIR - HARUKA PARARLELS AND I JUST 🤯🤯 HAD TO PLAY IT!!

#mug replies #limbus company

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transgothicgenre · 2 years ago

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bleed out liveblogging

training montage: excellent as always. chorus is my favorite part mostly because the imagery of the other verses are discordant for me for some reason, but it still goes hard as fuck

mark on you: i think i actually only listened to this a few times before the album released and originally i only liked the chorus but the song as a whole is incredible. revenge songs my beloved

wage wars get rich die handsome: please release an instrumental/karaoke track of this one it goes so hard. it goes so hard even without the lyrics. i don't think i'm allowed to drive while listening to this one. the abrupt ending is so sexy tbh

extraction point: first new one yippee!!! i like how fast-paced it sounds especially juxtaposed with the calmness of the vocals. every time johnny boy mentions dreams in his lyrics that song gets +1 so this one is doing really great for me so far. loving the chorus. the vocals are quieter than the rest of the album has been so far which is throwing me off a little bit but i can vibe with it

bones don't rust: OH HOH HOH. the lyrics on this one immediately have me going ham. i didn't type anything else i was too busy listening to the song

first blood: reminds me of corsican mastiff stride. it's very upbeat and i'm grooving to it. there are a lot of references to things in this song that i don't understand but that's half of all tmg music so i'll just close my eyes and imagine what they mean and also check genius lyrics in a few days. "we worship nothing in the foxholes" reminds me of a poem! i will find it later

make you suffer: another revenge song let's fucking goooooo. i will have to listen a few times to figure out how to fit the second verse into the rest of the song but i understand on a subconscious level. AW YEAAAH another +1 for mentioning dreams. don't give up on revenge you always need to strive for it!!! adding this to the list of songs i'm not allowed to drive while listening to. oh my god the OUTRO. delicious

guys on every corner: why do you as a man have guys on every corner (original joke by yadriel(c) 2022). that aside the rhyming is really winning for me. big enjoyer of this song. it really reminds me of fight club which is a red flag if anyone else says it but don't worry guys i'm a weirdo. the last verse is decadent fuck yes

hostages: hey why is this one so long. ohhhh man it's good. i know each song in this album is telling the story of a mini action movie and whatnot but i think, excluding the fact that i haven't listened to the last 3 yet, that this one accomplishes that the best for the format. does that make sense? like the story it's telling is best told through a song and the song is the best vessel for telling the story. if i say it reminds me of die hard does bruce willis come out of the vents and kill me

need more bandages: oh DELIGHTFUL. i am already shouting the chorus while driving despite not being in a car at all. this one reminds me of tintin but like. the bad guys from tintin. y'know? i was really into tintin when i was younger. WHEN THE SHOVELS BREAK WE'VE STILL GOT OUR FINGERNAILS!!!!!! once again +1 for the dream. this one also reminds me of mad max fury road oddly enough. you're right mr goats we ARE going to need more bandages

incandescent ruins: i like the chorus. i have to admit i spent the majority of the time listening to this trying to parse the lyrics and their meaning. again this is one that i'll have to listen to a few times and get to know before i have more thoughts about it but it's very pleasant to listen to

bleed out: 30 seconds in and this is already . woagh. wow. he's gonna bleed out yknow? "every story needs a child...end up just like me" these lyrics are fucking insane. AND THE PAPER RUSTLING NOISES RIGHT AFTER? the g in mountain goats stands for genius. okay wow. this is already one of my top favorites from this album . once again it is 7 minutes long but i completely understand why it's 7 minutes long because it literally couldn't be not 7 minutes long. i love how the last song on albums always feels like a sledgehammer to the ribs. the mountain goats truly understand how to do it. the way jd's voice is cracking toward the end of the song is the cherry on top.

album thoughts as a whole: definitely going to convince my coworkers to play this tonight at work. pretty much all of the song titles are great and i'm a big fan. they really slayed!!!

#post #the mountain goats #bleed out

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antidotefortheawkward-art · 3 years ago

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Hi I have a question.

I hope it's not disrespectful to ask but how do you feel about people that cosplay sūn wùkōng? (hope I spelled that right, I'm not sure where the accented letters are off the top of my head so I'm relying on google)

Should it be off the table entirely since he's kind of an important figure in China or in some cases an actual God people believe in? Should it be only Chinese people could cosplay him and anyone else doing it would be cultural appropriation? Or could anybody cosplay him as long as you do some research and are respectful to the culture?

Sorry if it's rude to ask.

Hey there! Not rude to ask, don't worry.

Please note that these are all my personal thoughts on the matter and that other Chinese people may feel differently and their perspectives should also be considered. Also, I will not be not putting the TLDR at the start because I believe the reasoning I go into is important to understand my intent and perspective.

--- Personally, I don't think there's a straightforward "yeah thats fine" or "no thats bad" answer for something like this, so I'm gonna start my explanation on my thoughts by first talking about Chinese people cosplaying Sun Wukong.

Yeah Sun Wukong is an important figure and in some traditions, an actual god people still actively worship. However, he still has a large pop cultural presence and is thus one of the more "approachable" sort of gods in Daoist culture (like, there's a noticeable difference in tone between how people discuss him versus, say, Bodhisattva Guanyin or CaiShenYe).

We grew up with JTTW in a different way than we did with other bits of folklore and religion, so, at least among those who don't actively worship or have a family tradition of worshiping him, there's a more relaxed attitude surrounding Sun Wukong as a character. And thus, there's a lot of people who grew up watching the different adaptations goofing off with their friends by heading to the local trampoline park or renting an actual white horse in JTTW cos服。There are a lot of JTTW cosplay memes floating around Weibo and Douyin and such. So within the context of Chinese culture itself, cosplaying Sun Wukong is all fun and fine as long as you're not like, doing wildly inappropriate stuff in his image yknow (like idk being rude and disrespectful at one of his IRL temples).

I also want to note that this relaxed attitude is also due in part to how Daoism and Chinese folk religion are so passively dominant in Chinese culture as a whole. "The dominant religion defines what is secular" and all that. Cosplaying Sun Wukong as a Chinese person in China and fucking around isn't really challenging much within that context, since JTTW is such a constant and a given.

---

So now let's talk about cosplaying Sun Wukong when outside of the context of Chinese culture and when coming from a culture that doesn't have a history of JTTW tradition (because JTTW is important to lots of other East and Southeast Asian cultures outside of just Chinese culture).

There is nuance here, but overall I personally think it's fine, GIVEN THAT YOU PUT THOUGHT INTO THE COSPLAY.

If you're being respectful and recognizing that Sun Wukong is an important figure, generally I think you should be fine, but I personally think there's also like a sliding scale of "yeah thats fine 👍," considering how many versions of Sun Wukong exist. Like, if you're cosplaying the cyberpunk Sun Wukong skin from the MOBA "WangZheRongYao," which is clearly just a generic donghua boy with Sun Wukong flavor that's not really meant to be taken all that seriously, that feels very clearly "yeah, go nuts" to me. But if you're cosplaying the Sun Wukong from Shanghai Animations' 1964 "Havoc in Heaven," I feel like you should be a bit more mindful of your portrayal- especially since his design incorporates Chinese opera face-paint, which is a cultural art form and has a history of being mocked and likened to "clown makeup." Honestly in the case of Sun Wukongs that have Chinese opera makeup, I might say I personally would not be comfortable with someone who isn't Chinese cosplaying such designs, for the reasons stated previously.

So use your critical thinking skills when looking at a Sun Wukong you'd want to cosplay, and try to use your best judgement.

Of course, the basic respect concerning cosplaying Chinese characters should also apply:

Don't treat hanfu as some costume piece (like, the cosplay as a whole is a costume, but be mindful of how you talk about the cultural garb itself).

Don't try to make yourself look "more Chinese" or something and end up doing yellowface (I can't count how many times I've seen white people cosplaying cdrama/donghua characters and doing "eye make-up" to achieve a monolid or "fox-eye" look).

Be mindful of how you're acting as someone who isn't Chinese (for the love of god, no folded prayer hands 🙏, or throwing in random bits of Chinese into your vocab unless you're earnestly trying to learn one of its dialects (honestly if you're learning, maybe still don't speak in Chinese while cosplaying because from an outside perspective that doesn't know you're learning, it can still be uncomfortable and give off the impression that you're not taking this seriously))

All that being said, if a Chinese person, or someone else from a culture that JTTW holds importance to, tells you that they're uncomfortable with your portrayal, please be respectful and listen to what they have to say.

On that note, I do also want to say that personally, I myself find it uncomfortable seeing white people specifically cosplaying Sun Wukong, due to the history of the folklore and traditions of people of color being hijacked and disrespected and exploited by white people.

TLDR: There's nuance. Cosplaying as Sun Wukong is popular and fun in China due to the space SWK occupies in Chinese culture. Generally cosplaying as Sun Wukong should be fine, as long as you're thoughtful and respectful and acknowledge his importance. -Please also use your best judgement, as some iterations of Sun Wukong may be more approachable than others (due to factors such as a cultural art form being integral to their design). -Please also exercise the baseline respect needed when cosplaying Chinese characters (mindful of cultural garb, yellowface, stereotypes, etc). -Please also listen to the thoughts and concerns of people whose cultures JTTW holds importance to, and be respectful if they are uncomfortable with your portrayal, taking steps to help alleviate that discomfort (even if that means just, not cosplaying Sun Wukong in the first place, because people have their valid reasons). -As for my personal thoughts, I do not feel comfortable seeing white people specifically cosplaying Sun Wukong, due to the history of white people disrespecting, exploting, and hijacking the folklore and traditions of people of color.

#asks #anonymous #journey to the west #sun wukong #monkey king #not putting the tldr at the start because i believe the reasoning i go into is important to understand my intent and perspective

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joshstambourine · 3 years ago

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A Seconds Glance

"Hi I have a request for either Josh or Jake 💛 can I get a story where they see a girl, either at school or they can already be famous in this, and is instantly enamored. I don't know if you've seen The Virgin Suicides, but if you have then something similar to when Trip sees Lux for the first time. I'm interested in how those two would go about getting a girl's attention when they have a crush.💕💕💕" - Anonymous

//Hi Doll! I can’t say I have seen that--- but I will try my best to write something that I feel matches the idea you had.

I’m gonna be repeating this forever--- but again, I’m so sorry it took me so long to get this request out for you! I decided to go with Josh being in school for this one.//

Warnings: Cursing, awkward beans

Word Count: 1969

Synopsis: Josh had never really believed in love at first sight... but yet....

Josh Kiszka x Fem!Reader

The first day of sophomore year. For most this was just the start of another school year; a sudden reminder that a new binder or fun pencil case is exciting for all of 10 minutes when it comes to actual classes and work. But for Josh… this year felt like it was filled with possibilities. It sounds like some sort of stupid thing you'd see on a motivational calendar, but it really truly did.

Josh hadn't imagined for a second that he actually would have a chance in making music his career; and yet, he had spent all summer with his band mates playing for different occasions and pubs. All the while they were working, working hard on writing songs that they could be proud to play for others.

All of that said, Josh was returning to high-school this year with a new found amount of confidence and excitement; it showed in every step Josh took. His one hand held loosely on to the arm of his backpack, walking in time with Jake.

"But what do you think? Would it look good on me?" Jake inquired, fingers lightly playing with the mid-length pieces of hair on his head.

"I mean… I don't know…" Josh lightly starts, glancing at his twin and begins to take a good long look at him.

Jake's eyes widened just a touch, his expression becoming one that said, 'Well…?'

"Uh… honestly I don't really know Jake. I've never seen you with anything else than this." Josh admits, then snickers a little, "Except for that one time when we decided it'd be fun to take those scissors and---"

"No, that's fine, I didn't need to think about that." Jake immediately stopped him, his hand going to take a full dive into his mess of dark brown hair.

"Cmon, it was really funny though. Ma really lost her shit when she saw your head like that." Josh continued to muse, hands folding into his pockets with the utmost of ease.

Jake shook his head in a mournful way, "I can say I will never go back to a buzz-cut again… not without a fight."

Josh's smile never faltered, it was his laughter that changed, softening into a bit of a sigh as they reached the double doors at the front of the school. With a swing of the doors they both were making their way down the hallway to their lockers.

"Meet by Mr.Shapiro's class before lunch?" Jake questioned, to which Josh nodded. No matter which school the twins went to the teachers seemed to know that the best course of action was to keep them separated. That said Josh and Jake always had separate homerooms at least, through most of their time in school.

"See ya in a bit." Josh waved, taking a few steps back before turning on his heels and heading to his own locker.

Josh's excitement to be back in class showed on his face more than he probably would have wanted. A few pencils in his hand along with a binder filled with blank paper and tucked away dividers.

As soon as Josh stepped into the class room his eyes were met with many familiar faces. Some of these people he had been in school with since kindergarten; like Meg, a rather tall blunt faced girl with long kinky black hair. She simply threw a peace sign Josh's way as he stepped through the doors; he eagerly returned it, bringing a small smile to Meg's lips.

With some brisk steps Josh moved to place himself at the back of the classroom, just behind Meg. He threw his things on his desk without much thought. Despite there being a good number of kids he knew... there seemed to be equally just as many new kids.

Leaning on his desk Josh moved closer to Meg, "Where the hell did these guys come from?"

Meg's brow lifted as she leaned back a little, "Know the high-school on the east side?"

"The one where you can get crack for super cheap?" Josh inquired,

Meg's head bobbed, "They closed it down, so now we get half the kids that went there." She explains with her head resting on her hand in a bored way.

"Oh shit really? That's a lot of kids---" Josh was quick to respond, glancing around the room.

"Oh yeah... way too many in my personal opinion --- not that anyone cares." Meg mutters, beginning to click her mechanical pencil.

Josh's eyes were still taking in all the new faces as he started to respond, "Wow aren't we positive today."

Meg sighed, "Eh.... I'm just not excited, Justin and I broke up over the summer and I'll have to see him in history." She began to explain, "Things are just really tense, yknow?"

She waited a moment for him to give some comforting... but still idiotic response, however none came. It finally got Meg to turn and look at him, as she did she immediately noticed that Josh's eyes had widened just a touch, cheeks dusted a light pink.

Meg followed the line of his eyes to a beautiful young woman. The expression he wore was more than enough to tell Meg that she should move.

Josh was so busy just... taking the new girl in that he didn't even notice Meg slip to the free desk to the side of the one she was previously sat in. Josh just couldn't put his finger on it, there was something... something so breathtaking about her. Was it her eyes? Or maybe how her hair fell around her face? He couldn't be sure. What he was absolutely sure of was that he had never had a moment in his life where he could hear music just by looking at someone.

"Hey... do you know if this desk is free?" A new voice shook Josh. It was her. She was standing at a desk to his left with a bit of an awkward air.

He was just so shaken. What did she say again? Something about a desk? Josh's lips parted, "Uh--- I uh, what did you--?"

"No that one isn't open, but the one just in front of my dude Josh is, right Josh?" Meg interrupted, pointing to the desk ahead of him.

"Oh y-yeah, that one's open! Definitely 100% open! It couldn't be more open even if it tried!" Josh started spouting, he really wasn't even aware that his mouth had moved, and that was clear in the fact that it just kept moving when she had come to sit down. "Do you need any pencils at all?? I have like 20!" He continued, though his hand held one full sized pencil and one shorter than the average person's pinkie... both chewed on. "I mean not on me but--- who needs a pencil right?"

The girl laughed a little awkwardly, her gaze moving from Josh to Meg and then to the desk. "No, no I'm okay thank you though." She slipped into the chair, keeping her gaze frontwards.

Meg looks to Josh with a shocked look, 'What was that??' She mouthed,

Josh responded with an absolutely mortified expression. He would never say he was the smoothest guy on the planet, but he had never been that awkward in his life.

Meg shook her head before reaching out to tap the girl's shoulder, "I'm Meg!" She introduces, "And that goober is Josh."

The girl lightly moved to glance over her shoulder at Josh in a shy way. "It's nice to meet you both. I'm (Y/N)." She hummed with a sweet smile.

"That's a pretty name, isn't it Josh??" Meg quickly said, trying to get him to continue the conversation in a less awkward way.

Josh nodded very enthusiastically, "The prettiest name I've heard in a long time!" He said with a smile,

(Y/N)'s cheeks began to hold a flush of their own. "Oh! Uh... th-thank you!" She sputtered out.

'OH FUCK. She's so cute.' Josh thought to himself, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat with a shaky swallow.

Little did Josh know that (Y/N) was thinking something very similar. She might not make it as obvious as he was, but being so much closer now... being able to see the warmth in his brown eyes, seeing how his wavy brown hair came to cup his cheeks --- she couldn't help but continue to stare back at him.

The only thing that could pull them both out of the little trance they had fallen into was the bell. Both of them quickly looked toward it, followed by a man's voice at the front of the class.

"Alright everyone, take your seats!"

(Y/N) was reluctant but she turned herself to look toward the front of the class. A little bit nervous, but mustering an ounce of courage she tore a piece of paper from her notebook quietly and began to scribble something down.

Josh hardly got anything out of that language arts class, he was way too busy trying to figure out what excuse he could make to talk with (Y/N) again. He was just rattling through every little conversation starter he had ever heard in his life... but none of them felt like they would work.

Before long the bell had rung overhead once more and everyone was shuffling to grab their things and head to all of their next classes.

Biting his lip, Josh was determined to catch (Y/N) before she could head off to her own next class. Luckily for him she had a similar idea. Both turning to each other as they stepped out of the classroom, it was painfully quiet at first. It seemed as if they were trying to get their thoughts together really.

Finally they spoke,

"Hey would you---" "I was wondering if you'd---"

At once.

A small awkward laugh left their lips, "Please, go ahead I was going to say something dumb---" Josh quickly said moving to rub the back of his neck.

(Y/N)'s lips parted as she let out and unsure chuckle, eyes moving downwards for a moment. "I was just going to ask if you would mind if I joined you for lunch? I just am new and don't really have any---"

"Yes!" Josh quickly said, "Yes absolutely. You didn't even have to ask, you could have just showed up if you wanted to!" He quickly says to her.

The speed he seemed to talk at entertained (Y/N) a heck of a lot. A smile creeping across her face, "Okay! Thank you!" She responded.

"Do you know where the cafeteria is? I can show ya if you want??" Josh quickly continued, "I mean I'm sure you could find it on you're own, you seem very smart and capable. Most women are to be honest; I remember reading an article about how men need to---"

"That would be really great actually." (Y/N) smiled in a gentle way. 'He's even more nervous than I am.' She thought to herself.

"Oh-oh! Okay cool! Uh, do you know where Mr.Shapiro's class is?" He asks,

(Y/N) seemed to think for a minute, "113... right? I have him for chemistry this afternoon I think." She mutters.

Josh swiftly nods his head, "That's the one!! Meet me there okay?" He says.

(Y/N) nodded back, understanding the little plan they now had. "I'll see you in a little bit then?" She lightly asks.

"Yeah absolutely." Josh began to grin, suddenly beyond excited. Even as she began to walk off to her class all he could think about was how sure he was now that this year was going to be fantastic.

That was until a warning bell played overhead, "Oh shit--" Josh jumped in shock, immediately beginning to run to his next class.

//That's all for now lovely! I do actually have an idea on how to continue this one if anyone would like! Pretty please let me know in the comments if that's something you guys would like 💜//

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