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beaker1636 · 1 year ago

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Halloween Surprise - Chris Motionless

a/n: This one wound up a bit longer than anticipated... and definitely fit my fluff craving I have been having after all the smut you guys have requested. Unedited as I am pretty excited about it and also just lazy, not gonna lie. Thank you @thesazzb for somewhat suggesting this! Enjoy!

“y/n, I’m sorry I can’t go with you tonight, we go every year and I’m sorry,” Chris says as soon as you pick up his facetime request, looking really upset with himself while he laid in his bunk on the bus.

“Chris, I get it. Part of being with you means that you sometimes miss things. It is just my parents' anniversary party they throw every year, it’s not like you are missing our wedding or something,” you joke, hoping to lighten the mood and also to hide that you are disappointed that he had to miss it this year.

“Yeah, your parents’ Halloween anniversary party. What goth gets lucky enough to have in-laws who got married on Halloween? Of course I want to be there, we have gone the last 2 years that we have been together,” He jokes, which does crack a small smile on your face. “What are you dressing up as this year?”

“I.. I decided not to, we always wear matching costumes so it just doesn’t feel right to me to change that this year,” you trail off looking away from the camera hoping he didn’t notice your change in voice.

“I knew you’d say that, it’s not a costume but I hid a dress for you under the bed for tonight before I left. I just knew you wouldn't want to dress up this year without me. But I want you to steal my werewolf jacket to wear with it. I know it’ll look cute and keep you warm… and you should send me photos of your outfit when you are done,” he says, a smile forming on his lips.

It heart melts seeing his smile and at the fact that even being on tour he somehow managed to surprise you and do something like this for you.

“Chris, you are too sweet to me, thank you…I miss you so much,” you can’t help but let a couple tears finally fall from your eyes.

You glance away to brush them off your cheeks hoping that he didn’t notice but he did. It almost made him feel guilty for lying to you about tonight, but he knows that it will be worth it when you realize what is going on.

“Baby, don’t cry. Only one more week and then I will be home for a couple months. We all agreed that we want to take a little time off after this tour. I miss you too, unfortunately leaving just gets harder each time,” that sad look returns on his face as he says that.

You hear Ricky tell Chris in the background that it is time for them to get ready.

“I’ve got to go, I love you so much. Only one week to go,” he says before you say your goodbyes and hang up.

Brushing a few tears from your cheeks you make your way to your shared bedroom and look under the bed to find the box that you somehow have not noticed that Chris planted. You are honestly shocked you haven’t found it quite yet.

Pulling the dress out of the box and you smile, it is beautiful. You love the lace detailing that is over the black bodice, showing off cleavage without it being all out there. It also stops just below your knees, the perfect length in your opinion. It is simple, but really cute, and he is absolutely right that it will look cute with the red of his werewolf jacket.

You decide to do a quick curl in your hair, and then a very basic make up look. Not in the mood to do much other than some eyeliner and mascara, especially when you remember that you don’t have anyone to impress this year.

You slip on a pair of your boots, and then step in front of your full length mirror so that you can take a photo for Chris.

He quickly responds to let you know how beautiful you look… and to make a joke about you sending him some photos without the dress on in his jacket which you choose not to respond to.

You decide to make the drive to your parents, figuring you can help them set up stuff for the party so that you can distract yourself from missing Chris.

Meanwhile

“Chris, it’s time to get ready,” Ricky yells across the bus, knowing that it will get Chris’ attention and also make it easier for Chris to end the video call with you.

The second Chris hangs up he is being drug off the bus and into your parents bar in the basement of their house, being met by your parents smiling at him.

“I picked up everything from the store that you asked me to pick up, it is all down here for you boys to get things ready. I will try to warn you if she shows up early,” you mom says, pulling you into a hug.

“Thank you, and thank you Mr. y/l/n, I promise that I won’t hurt your daughter,” Chris says, smiling at both of your parents. “She said she would send me a photo of her outfit so I will let you know when she does, as that will mean she's likely on her way. Our driver is hiding the bus, so it's just going to be a matter of keeping her out of the basement, that you again for letting me do this today.”

“You’re welcome Chris, wait until I have her outside before you boys lay the candles out, just so you don’t risk her seeing them. I can’t wait to see the final product,” You mom says smiling. “Oh and this bathroom down here is all yours for you boys to get dressed and stuff,” she says smiling at the rest of them.

“Oh Chris,” you dad says, pulling his attention towards him. “I have no doubt that you won’t hurt her… we all know as stubborn as she is that if anything it is you I should be worried about,” he says with a smile.

“Ain’t that the damn truth,” Ryan says from behind Chris, earning a hit to the shoulder by Ricky, making everyone laugh.

“Okay, here's what I need everyone to do,” Chris says, quickly getting the boys to work setting everything up for you.

Back to You

You pull up to your parent’s house, getting out and just going in like you always do. You smile when your father pulls you into a hug, your mom following.

“It is weird seeing you without Chris, he’s come to the last 2 with you,” your mom said, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“I know, it has been a bit of a rough day. But at least we got some time to facetime, we can’t always get the chance every day. Anyways, what can I help you do before everyone starts showing up?” you ask, looking away from your mom to avoid her sympathetic looks that you know will set you off again.

“Absolutely nothing, we are all set up. Let’s go out back and have a drink while we wait,” your mother says, trying to urge you outside before you notice anything is up because she can hear the boys arguing about something down stairs.

“Mom, is someone here already? I thought I heard someone,” you ask, questioning her and also wondering why she is trying so hard to get you out of the house. You decide to drop it when she gives you that mom look, the mom look that tells you not to push your luck.

A couple hours later you are on your third drink, relaxed but also sitting in a corner of your dads shop, where the party is now in full swing.

Your sister has tried getting you to dance a couple times now but you have turned her down, not really in the partying mood. You know it is selfish to bring the mood of your parents' celebration down but you are just having a rough time today, which makes your mood even worse thinking that you are ruining it for others.

Your four year old nephew winds up eventually plopping himself down in your lap, making you giggle.

“Color with me aunt y/n,” he begs, giving you the puppy eyes that always get what he wants from you.

You pluck up a crayon from the box and start to color with him, quickly getting distracted by him, until he asks a question that breaks your heart.

“Why is uncle Cwris not out here too, I miss him,” he says softly, which makes you sad. He is so little no matter how you try to explain it he won’t get it.

Your sister hears his question and rushes over to whisk him away, using the excuse that it is his bedtime, so you go back to watching people drink and have fun. Wondering in your head why she seemed to be in such a hurry to pull little Austin away from you. Honestly, you are tired of everyone acting weird around you. You know that they are likely trying to avoid upsetting you by not mentioning Chris but it is really starting to upset you that they are all acting so strange.

Sulking you don’t notice that anyone new has joined the party until you hear a very familiar voice.

“Happy anniversary Mr. and Mrs y/l/n!” you hear Vinny yell out, making you look over at him with wide eyes and a shocked expression on his face.

You notice the smile on his face grow as you rush over, wondering why you suddenly see Vin, Ryan and Justin standing there with smiles on their faces as they pull you into hugs like they usually do when they greet you.

“Sorry to interrupt your party but we need to steal your little girl for a few minutes, I promise we will return her,” Justin says to your parents, laughing when Ryan starts to drag you out of the building while you protest and try to fight him.

“Of course you aren’t going to make this easy,” Ryan grumbles as he tries to get you outside, annoyed that Vinny and Justin are laughing about it and not helping.

When he does get you outside you notice Ricky is there with his camera, a smile on his lips while he tries not to laugh at the fight you are putting up with Ryan.

“Hey y/n, update?” Ricky asks once Ryan lets go of you, and smiles at the clear irritation that is written on your face.

“The fucking 3 stooges over here have taken me hostage from my parents party and I am wondering where my boyfriend is,” you respond, annoyance clear in your voice as you roll your eyes at his question.

“I promise you are going to see him in a minute, come this way,” Vinny responds, rushing ahead of you to open the door to your parents house, clearly excited about whatever the hell is going on.

“What the fuck are you all up to? You’re all smiling like idiots and you have my family all acting nuts,” you ask as you walk up to the house, the boys all following behind you.

“Have you met us? Everything we do is fucking weird,” Justin says with a laugh as you step in the house.

They all suddenly stop walking, looking over at you.

“We are supposed to send you down to the bar, and don’t ask questions because we are not going to answer them,” Ryan says, all the boys letting you go ahead of them as you give them odd looks.

You make your way to the basement steps and falter, you see a path of candles with photos of you and Chris scattered along your path, the lights dimmed. You stop to look at some of the photos and smile at the memories of some of your best times, and a couple of them you have never seen that someone must have taken where you are curled up together happily.

You reach the bottom of the steps and notice a path of rose petals, when you look up you see Chris at the end of it. You don’t hesitate at all when you run towards him, letting him wrap his arms around you as you damn near tackle into him, both of you standing there in eachothers arms for a second.

You don’t notice everyone else who has come in behind you, you don’t notice anything other than the fact you are finally with Chris again after so long.

“Chris, W-what is all this?” you ask softly, stuttering as you look up at him and meet his eyes, but still not letting go of him.

He backs away from you slightly, a nervous look on his face and takes a deep breath before speaking.

“Do you remember how we first met?” he asks you, a smile forming on his face when you laugh at the memory.

“You were struggling to reach something on the top shelf at the grocery store. I asked if you needed help and you said no, adamant that you didn’t need help from someone. I watched you climb the shelves to get it yourself and you fell,” he says trying not to laugh at the story yourself.

You hear some laughter behind you but choose to ignore it, focused on the moment that is playing out in front of you.

“Yeah, you caught me and made a shitty joke about how I fell for you,” you say amused, remembering it but also wondering where he was going with this.

“We wound up walking around the grocery store talking for almost an hour, I am pretty sure the workers were about to kick us out for loitering. Anyways, the truth is that it was me who fell for you that day. All I could think about after that was seeing and talking to you again, and how happy I was when I realized you didn’t give me a fake phone number. I knew when we left the store that day that you were going to be a part of my life in some way, and only a couple weeks later I knew that you would be the woman I would marry one day, even if you were and still are stubborn and won’t let me help you with shit. You somehow deal with the fact that I am not home for at least half the year, that I can’t be more present in your life even though I know that it hurts you just as much as it hurts me to be away from you. So I decided that in front of all your family and in front of our band family, that I have a very important question to ask you,” he says, getting down on one knee in front of you while pulling a ring out of his pocket.

“y/n, will you marry me?” he asks, looking up at you.

“Damnit, you made me cry,” you joke, wiping your eyes. “Yes Chris, yes.”

With happy tears in your eyes he stands back up to brush the tears from your cheeks, and then kisses you while your family and the guys all cheer behind you.

“You forgot the ring you idiot,” Vin yells across the crowd, making everyone laugh as Chris pulls away from the kiss to slip the ring on your finger.

“Why don’t we all give them a moment to themselves,” your mother suggests, knowing that you both need it. She smiles when you mouth a thank you to her as everyone slowly makes their way out to the party again, leaving the two of you alone.

“So does this make up for me missing most of the party? And to finish your surprise, I arranged with your boss that you have next week off work so that you can come with us while we finish the tour. It didn’t feel right to have to leave you right away after asking you,” he says, his hands settling on your waist as he pulls you close to him.

You took the hint and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down so you can kiss him again. This time both of you hold it longer, pouring all of your emotions into it as you haven’t had the chance to yet. When he pulls away you smile at him for a moment, happy to be with him again.

“Sooo are we stuck on the bus tonight or do we get some time to ourselves?” you question, hoping he gets the hint.

“We are on the bus but we all agreed that we are taking the back lounge so that we have more space to be together than trapped in a tiny bunk… if you can be quiet then we can do whatever you want to,” he responds with a wink which instantly makes you blush.

“Oh, are you okay if Ricky posts some of the footage in his update video, he recorded it for us but wanted to if you didn’t mind. Ryan also took some photos during it so that we have the memories,” Chris asks as he looks at you.

“Uh yeah, we have to tell all your fans that I won and they officially lost their chances with you,” you sass to him, both of you slowly making your way outside.

“And there is my sassy brat, I was wondering when she would show back up. Maybe I’ll have to put her in her place later,” he says, laughing when it makes you stop in your tracks. “And by the way I was officially yours when you agreed to our first date, I knew then that we’d wind up married eventually. Now let's go celebrate with everyone, we have an hour before we have to get back on the road.”

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basilone · 3 months ago

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Hi Killy! If it sparks joy, could I request either "a shortwave radio, takeout containers mess tins, and a bare lightbulb" for Lottie & Gale or "bitten lips, army fatigues, and coca-cola" or "slept-in braids, a lamplit office, and an explosion" for Tati & Ron please? Thank you! 💕

Hiii! 💙 I am sticking the Lottie & Gale prompt into my pocket for a later day, as I love it dearly. Thank you for sending these! I immediately had visions for the Tati & Ron prompts you gave me here, haha, and they most definitely sparked joy. As I think they would wind up in the land of fic spoilers if I wrote these into their canon setting, I took the liberty of putting them in an AU instead. And, yes, I incorporated all of these prompts into one piece. 😉 This is what I commonly refer to as the 80s AU that's got Ron and Tatiana living next door to each other as teenagers, not really vibing with each other at first because he's an angsty goth-y horror aficionado and she's a happy-go-lucky glitter-obsessed cheerleader. They band together when their town's accosted by monsters (think a little Stranger Things vibes!) and proceed to, I don't know, save the world a little. In their own way.

the birthday bandersnatch

“You didn’t have to come,” he says, once they’re a couple of blocks away from their street.

The bubble of her gum pops as a first response. He knows she’s glaring at him from beneath her fringe, which stupidly stands up a little on one end because she didn’t bother combing it. Her fingers drum a small pattern on the door rest. It’s not a beat he recognizes, but he supposes their music tastes don’t exactly align on the best of days.

“You lifted car ban,” she replies, as though he ever had any hopes of upholding that ban for longer than a day. “And I think you are going to get very brutally murdered like extras”– she’s all quotation marks with her fingers and he has to push her arm out of his face just to be able to see the road at this time of night –“in your stupid horror movies if you go alone. So I come.”

Ron raises an eyebrow. “You think your presence is going to prevent my brutal demise?”

“Yes, of course.” Her new handwave is imperious, as though he is stupid for even having asked this question at all. “I saved you from poddies and big monster in mall, yes? So I can do saving Ronald thing again, is not hard for me. And I pinky-promise I will not sing Girls Just Want To Have Fun in your car ever in my life again unless you beg me to, honest.”

He chances a glance at her then. She’s turned toward him in the passenger seat, all big eyes set in what she calls her honest face, and Ron can’t help but snort in disgust as she actually has the audacity to hold out her pinky finger in promise.

“Jesus Christ, Pet,” he sighs, fleetingly taking his hand off the wheel to wrap his own finger around hers as briefly as humanly possible, “stop making dumb promises you know full well you’re gonna break the second that song comes on the radio.”

“Bah, you are not even letting me have radio on right now,” she sulks, sinking a little further into her seat and popping her gum again. “I cannot break promise. And pinky-promises are very important, yes? Your Ameeeerican movies say so.”

“They’re your movies too.”

“Is different culture, Ronald. I try to, what is word…”

He shakes his head as her hands begin to rapidly form different shapes in search of the word she’s looking for. Petrova’s gestures are like this in English class, too, sometimes hitting his shoulder if her word search is bigger than she can contain, and he knows any interjections are just going to annoy her.

“Blend in?” he offers, to her tsk-ing noise beside him. “Fit in? Become less annoying? Stop being so Russian?”

“A-s-s-i-m-something!” she exclaims, as though she hasn’t even listened to a word he said, sounding for all the world like a mad scientist who’s just rediscovered the formula for building Frankenstein. “That is word!”

Ron fights the urge to thunk his head onto his steering wheel while he’s still driving. “Assimilate. Do not make me spell it,” he warns, used as he is to her demands that he spell every difficult word she doesn’t really know for her. “And stop commenting on the lack of radio. It’s the middle of the fucking night, Pet, and unless you want that whole goddamn government facility to instantly know that we’re breaking in…”

“Do not swear at me, Ronald, it’s fucking annoying,” she retorts, sniffing loudly and folding her arms. “Do you even know how to break in? Leeeeettle mister juvenile d-i-l-i-n-q-u-e-n-t?”

“It’s d-e-linquent, not d-i!” His fingers drum a new pattern on the steering wheel. He tries not to glance at her again. Why the fuck did she have to come? He glares at her anyway, now that they’re on a boring stretch of road just on the outskirts of town. “And I have a plan, okay?”

“Great. You have plan. What did you call it, how to get murdered within ten seconds?”

“It’s not too late to kick you out of my car.”

“It’s not too late for you to turn car around and go back to bed instead of doing stupid bullshit in middle of night, but here we are in creepy part of town just waiting for more monsters…” Petrova’s sigh is audible. Her glances out of the window are becoming more frequent now, as though she expects something to be lurking in the shadows of the few buildings that are still here. “You are very lucky I woke up when I did, Ronald,” she says, as though she really is God’s gift to him at this hour when he’s already confronted with her plenty during the day. “You make much noises when you sneak out of house, did you know that?”

“Many noises,” he corrects idly. “It’s not my fault the basement window creaks,” he huffs, then, “and very much not my fault that you were sitting there with your window open doing whatever it is that you do when you are not talking my goddamn ear off.”

“I was practicing my writing because I could not fall back asleep fast.”

Ron sighs. It’s sometimes hard to keep arguing with Petrova when she says something disarmingly honest like that. He knows she’s been getting shit from teachers over her writing, which is sometimes more illegible than a doctor’s note. Knows she tries very hard – tongue poking out from between her teeth, hair carefully braided back so it doesn’t fall onto the pages – to fix the issue, although she famously got detention for telling their geography teacher to give her break for being smart enough to know his subject in two languages instead of one.

“How’s that going?” he asks, softening his voice just enough so she knows he’s not picking a fight with her over that.

Her hand gesture is a wobbling motion. “I think I improve. But is hard, eh?”

“Sure,” he agrees, to a brightly glittering smile from her. “I think Russian looks hard, too.”

“Pfftt, Russian not so bad,” she laughs, all throaty amusement. “My handwriting beautiful in Russian. Not so much in English. But I cannot be perfect, eh?”

“You most certainly are not.”

“You really know how to make girl feel very special,” snorts Petrova irreverently, leaning forward and peering through his windshield intently at the same time. “Ronald, I think you need to get rid of headlights. Is almost here.”

“You mean kill headlights,” he corrects, but does as she says for just this once. He knows the facility is just around the next bend, rooftop already rising above the copse of trees. “Look, Pet, the plan is that we go in and try to find… I don’t know. Papers. Pictures. Proof of whatever the shit it is we saw in the mall the other day, all right?”

“You think Ameeeeerican government is responsible for monsters?”

“Just narrowing it down,” he shrugs, driving at a slower pace now. “This place is bizarre. They built this in just two months. No job listings in the local ads. No big opening.”

“No newspaper articles about it,” she adds. “I go to library to check this, da? Lady at desk was very understanding.”

“You researched this?”

“You did too!” she defends, loudly, jabbing a finger at him. “You check out e-v-e-r-y book about monsters before I can. And lady at desk said someone else my age asks about same newspapers. She thinks it is school project.”

“If it helps at all,” mutters Ron, parking the car and glaring at her balefully now that he doesn’t have to focus on the road anymore, “those monster books turned up nothing about what we saw. Why the hell were you researching it?”

“Because,” says Petrova, slowing her speech as though she is speaking to a particularly dim-witted child, “poddies almost bite you, and I think that would be very not so good. I want to kill them very dead before they bite you, or me, or everyone.” She shrugs. Her lower lip looks bitten, as though she has chewed on it a lot recently. “So I do research. I think maybe I can share with you when I find, eh? We make great team.”

Ron blinks. “We do?”

“Yeeees,” she replies, reaching out and patting his arm for emphasis. “You are fine with murder, too.”

“That does not make a great team!”

“Pff, Ronald, keep your voice down,” she says, swinging the door open. “We are being sneaky, no? We have to be very quiet.”

Ron opens his own door and exits the car. Resists the urge to slam the door shut behind him, especially now that Petrova gently closes her own door. He doesn’t know how on earth she thinks she’s going to be able to keep quiet. In all this time with her, shutting Petrova up – or, hell, even getting her to sit still for longer than a minute – has proven to be a true impossibility.

He thinks that’s why he didn’t tell her about tonight.

It’s got nothing to do with those many-tentacled creatures with their disc-shaped heads that Petrova’s taken to calling poddies as though they’re somehow cuter than their slime would make you suspect. It’s got nothing to do with that bigger, nameless monster they both hadn’t found the words for. And it’s sure as shit got nothing to do with how big her eyes had gotten, worrying over the hit he’d taken to his side before she’d thrown a chair at the damn thing and probably saved his life in the process.

He closes his eyes in silent supplication. “What are you even going to say if we get caught?” he asks, fishing around in the pockets of his army fatigues for his small flashlight. “I thought I could spin it fine on my own, but with you here…”

“Is simple. I tell them my birthday is today and you wanted to surprise me with sightseeing on roof. We were told we can see whole town from here, yes?”

Ron blinks. Stares at Petrova for longer than he strictly should. Takes in the haphazard state of her hair, braided back and obviously already slept in, and her black sweatshirt that is so big on her that it reaches down to her thighs. Her hands are worrying at her sleeves, plucking at their slouchiest parts, as she wobbles from side to side in her rather beaten-up high-tops. He supposes it’s lucky she didn’t wear anything with glitter, even when she looks decidedly nothing like how put-together Tatiana Petrova, captain of the cheer squad, blonde and perfect without trying, is supposed to look.

“Clever, but they’ll check our IDs,” he allows, finally, tearing his gaze away from the few holes in her tights with some difficulty. “They’ll know it’s not your birthday then.”

Petrova raises a brow, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “It is my birthday today,” she refutes. “So if they check ID, they can see. I only make good a-l-i-b-i, Ronald.”

“Your birthday’s on October sixth?”

“Seventh,” she corrects. “It is after midnight. Is also”– she adds, already walking to the fence in the distance, tossing one of her braids back over her shoulder –“why I cannot sleep good. Sasha promised he is going to take me to movies later today, and Kolya saved enough pennies for big all-I-can-eat dinner, and I think I am getting roller skates as present.” Her grin is sudden. Bright. “Is very exciting to be Tatiana today, eh?”

“You can skate to school,” he snorts, tearing his gaze away from her big smile with some difficulty, already imagining her wobbling around on those, “instead of bumming rides off of your friends. Or, worse, me.”

“Bah, Ronald, you drive faster than I skate,” she refutes, clearly not letting him off the hook so easily. “We are not…”

“Not…?”

Her hand finds his arm. Squeezes down hard. “Why is office lit by lamps?”

“What? That’s not supposed to…” He squints up at the building, which looms tall and foreboding beyond the fence. Sees more than one window that has not gone dark the way this part of the building usually is at night. He keeps his voice hushed, though no less irate at her ear. “I fucking checked for a week to be sure that nobody was gonna be here!”

“I believe you,” she breathes, hand still clamped around his arm. Her eyes are wide as saucers, reflecting the palest moonlight. “Look at window closest to us, Ron, please.”

He takes an involuntary step back as soon as he sees it. “We made a mistake.”

“What is it do–oh.” Petrova curses, harsh Russian mingling with English, as he takes another step back and takes her with him. She keeps squinting up at the window. Craning her neck to get a better look. “I do not think… What is that? What are they… No...”

“We have to go!”

“There could be people in the…”

“We’re not armed! We don’t have any guns!” he hisses, wrapping his arm around her waist and hissing into her ear without once taking his eyes off the shapes behind the window. “They’re government. They have guns, Pet, trust me.”

“Because they are American?”

“Yes,” he almost laughs, pleased to hear she is not yet panicking, “because they’re the American government and we’re just kids. So let’s fucking go before…”

The ground shakes beneath them. Thunders and rolls deepest, darkest threat under their feet. The few trees sway, rustling leaves and swinging branches, and the fence rinkles with ill-concealed movement as though someone invisible has just scaled and climbed it.

The shadows seem to press in around them. The DANGER-warnings on the fence, which had seemed like overkill during the daylight hours, suddenly seem to make a whole lot more sense.

“Before explosion,” says Petrova, then, leaning against him completely, pushing him back toward the car with her whole body. She sounds almost eerily calm about it. “I think this is big experiment, no? And I think we are walking on top of it right now.”

“Underground?”

He feels Petrova’s nod more than he sees it, with the very top of her hair tickling against his chin. “I think it is going very wrong.”

“Gee, you think? That fucking monster’s standing in the middle of an office with a bunch of cameras set up around it and the ground is fucking moving and…” Ron exhales a puff of breath as they get close to his car. “Shit. I’ve just – how many earthquakes have you felt, since you moved here?”

“Many.”

“The average American in this state won’t ever feel one, and I’m suddenly very sure we’re not on a fault line,” he says, resisting the urge to hit himself for not seeing it sooner. He releases Petrova’s waist abruptly as soon as her side of the car is open. “Get back in the car. We’ve got research to do.”

“We?”

“I’m not trespassing into that place if I can help it,” he says, once he’s back behind the steering wheel and almost slamming the car into gear. “But I am going to find out what the hell my government thinks it’s doing with a creature that looks like it crawled straight out of a fucking horror movie.”

Petrova’s exhale sounds suddenly shaky above the sound of his car engine. “A-and where do I fit?”

“You’re smart,” he retorts, not caring about the fact that he’s paying her a compliment for once. “You think on your feet. You see shit for what it is, not for what it’s pretending to be. And I… fuck, Tatiana, I can’t do this alone!”

Her reply is instantaneous, though he refuses to look at her now that he’s gone and said her name. “You are not alone, Ronald, you are in car with me,” she comments, matter of fact as always, opening his glove box and rummaging through it as though she owns his car. She mercifully does not comment on him finally calling her Tatiana the way she’s demanded of him since first meeting him. “We can go to library. Ask for map of earthquake lines, no? And we can look into whatever Ignis is.”

“Ignis?”

“It was on fence sign. I see before I see big monster,” She shrugs. “Stupid adventure makes me swallow bubblegum,” she mutters, then, carefully unwrapping a new wad of gum she has somehow unearthed from his glove box. She smiles, popping it into her mouth before holding something else aloft. “This is very cute, where did you get?”

Ron squints at the offending object once he’s taken a sharp turn back toward their neighborhood. “Free keychain,” he says, recognizing the vintage Coca-Cola ad printed on it with some difficulty in the dim light. “Keep it”– he mutters, folding her hand around it and squeezing down a moment to let her know he’s serious –“if you like.”

“I do like. Is very Ameeeeerican, no?”

“Sure is.” Ron sighs. Summons his courage one more time tonight. “Happy birthday, Pet.”

“Ha! You give me birthday present,” she laughs, making his car smell like cherry bubblegum even more. “When is yours? I want to give you leeeettle gift, too.”

“Is fine, you don’t have to.”

“But if I want?”

“I have no idea why you’d want that. It’s in April. We could be dead from a monster invasion by then.”

“Pfah, always such o-p-t-i-m-i-s-m,” she tuts, sounding proud of herself for having spelled that word correctly for once. “When in April, Ronald?”

“It doesn’t matter!”

“Yes it does,” she snorts, propping her feet up on his dashboard before blowing a stray bubble with her gum. It pops loudly in the silence. “Either you tell me, or I make April your birthday month. I will sing for you. I will decorate your car with balloons. I will bake you big cake every week. I will give you one glitter-filled card every day to wish you happy birthday.”

“You would not,” he argues, knowing full well that she would.

“Try me, Ronald.” She sounds very sure of herself. On top of the world, as always, no matter what kind of crazy monsters life throws at her. “I will make sure whole town knows April is your birthday month. Is important, no? You will be eighteen then.”

“It’s on the twentieth. Jesus,” he mutters, “twist my fucking arm.”

Her hum sounds very pleased. “I will put on my calendar.”

Somehow, he doesn’t think he would quite be surprised to see something like Ronald’s birthday! written in all glittery text in an April entry on the calendar she keeps tacked to her wardrobe. Somehow, he thinks that might almost be enough of a wonky lucky charm to see them both still alive by then.

#ron x tatiana #ron speirs #oc: tatiana #basilonefic #I tried to keep this short but then they kept bickering #so now we've got 3k of AU #and y'all are getting a real feel for the dynamic these two will have for the majority of main fic

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Goth-Pod Ep 4: Community

Welcome back to Goth-Pod!

After the recent rogue attacks, Juda Boone is asking to listen to YOUR Gotham troubles! Head over to our page and click on the "Talk to Juda!" button to submit your trademark-Gotham questions, comments, concerns.

We look forward to hearing from you!

[goth-pod is a fictional in-universe podcast based on the DC comics universe. Juda Boone is an original fictional character, not based on any real person or known comic book character. The mentioned "Gotham City's Best" is not a real podcast, that I know of.]

Transcript under the cut

Hello everyone and welcome back! This is Goth-Pod, your gotham-based podcast. Speaking to you today is your favorite nocturnal mammal and host, Juda Boone.

A week ago, Rouge "Dr." Hugo Strange- and as we are in a non-visual media space, I hope you can pick up on my air quotes- “Dr.” Hugo Strange kidnapped all of Gotham's known therapists and held them hostage.

For full coverage of that story, remember to check out Gotham City's Best: A True Crime Podcast run by my friends Holly and Spence.

This ordeal was thankfully resolved quickly by the Bat and his baby bird, Robin. But the question arose: Would it be ethical for these therapists to all go back to work so soon after a rogue attack?

Obviously the answer is no. And if you are someone who is in need of mental health resources at this time, please take advantage of Wayne Enterprise's efforts- completely free to sign up.

On the lighthearted side of things, we here at Goth-Pod saw something of an opportunity. Gothamites still need a way to feel connected, to feel heard and to know they’re not alone.

We’re our best selves when we lean on our community.

So, for a limited time, we have opened our services to listen and respond to the trials and troubles Gothamites are going through. With a post that read: “Send your messages to Juda now! They are not a licensed therapist, but neither is Hugo Strange!”

I know, I know. I spoke before in a previous episode about how I do not intend to rile up any of Gotham's rogues. But I am a Gotham citizen and we tend to go down swinging.

In the next episode, we will be offering advice or just a listening ear to some of your send-ins.

I'm Juda and this is Goth-Pod. Until then, stay safe Gotham.

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strayheartless · 11 months ago

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could you write more AGSZC goth witch poly hcs possibly plz? i read your original post and...now i need more of it in my life

Well if you need it who am I to deny you😌… hmmm let’s see:

Zack tends to find random spell bags and witch bottles all over his apartment. This is usually Clouds doing but Genesis has also been known to hide a protection charm in the pocket of his work pants from time to time.

Angeal has a big leather bound book full of “family recipes” that looks like it’s made out of cerulean drake skin. Zack swears he’s heard it growl before… he doesn’t ask.

Sephiroth does not own a cat, yet there seems to always be one with him. He says they just follow him, and honestly, he’s probably right. hojo has yet to figure out how they keep getting into his lab and fucking with his results.

Cloud is covered in witchy/gothic related tattoos. moth on his breast bone, triple moon goddess on his side, lunar cycle down his spine - you know, the classics.

Angeal’s most disturbing habit (according to Zack anyway) is enthusiastically yelling “dead things!” When he finds taxidermy in antique shops. They have too much Taxidermy. Seriously Angeal stop with the stuffed birds!

Genesis has a tongue piercing. They all found that out the errr… fun way. Ahem… MOVING ON.

Sephiroth does Yoga at weird times of day, in weird places. He ropes cloud and Genesis into it too. It’s not unusual for Angeal to send Zack onto the roof to call them in to dinner because they are meditating under the full moon.

Crystals. Crystals everywhere. Don’t move them you will upset the little gothic chocobo in the corner. No seriously you’ll mess with the resonance don’t touch them.

Genesis watches true crime like it’s reality TV. They and Angeal sit together and discuss motive and mind sets of killers. It’s unnerving

Clouds an artist. He’s very creative and spends most of the time designing tattoos and drawing witchy stuff.

They are patented members of the gothic night club down town. It’s a bit too kinky for Zacks taste but he’s happy as long as he’s with them.

When they go out in public all of them have two modes, and those are: face full of makeup(except Angeal he keeps it natural), killer heels/ smart shoes, the most elaborate clothing you’ve ever seen. OR. Slouchy cloths and no eyebrows, hair needs re-dyed, boba or coffee cup, comfy slippers/ boots. There is no in between state.

Contrary to popular believe (*cough* Kunsal) Genesis doesn’t actually drink Zack’s blood and use vampire mind control tactics that they definitely don’t have on him. Even if they could do that there wouldn’t be a point. All they’d have to do is flutter their eyelashes at him and he’s dying for their attention.

#ffvii #crisis core #goth witch partners #goth witch boyfriends #golden retriever boyfriend zack fair #cloud strife #genesis rhapsodos #zack fair #angeal hewley #sephiroth crescent #agszc #agszc headcanon #ASGZC #ask #ask answered #anon ask #anonymous #I liked writing these

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typingdyslexiaisathing · 8 months ago

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An Unexpected Return (Obey Me!) fic

summary: The brothers get their exchange student back much sooner than planned. Due to the Human World being more than this one human expected. Content includes depression, stress, feelings of inadequacy, comfort and fluff.

The text had been simple enough. One that was sent to Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Lucifer. The one sending the text being their beloved human exchange student, Myra. Who had gone back home to the human world last month. But this text proved that things were not okay with Myra. At all. "I hate to bother any of you right now. But I don't have a place to live here in the human world anymore and can't make it to the homeless shelter before closing. Someone please come and pick me and my few boxes of stuff up?"

It only took a minute before a portal opened in the Demon Lord's Castle. Solomon soon escorting his very miserable apprentice over the threshold as several cardboard boxes floated through the portal after them. Diavolo there to lift the goth wearing college student into his arms for a tight hug. "Lucifer is on his way right now. My word, you're as cold as ice." Barbatos approached with a warm blanket for the butler and the ruler of the Devildom to sit Myra down and wrap her in the blanket. While Solomon saw to moving what few possessions Myra had with her from the human World and into the entranceway of the castle.

By the time Lucifer arrives, Barbatos has given Myra a cup of hot tea to sip as Solomon and Diavolo sorted the boxes and bags. The Avatar of Pride walking forwards to stand before Myra and cross his arms. His words deep but hinting at worry as he sighs. "Myra Fordola Albaroiz. You have some explaining to do." The goth college student rolled her eyes to mutter out, "I wish to so many powers that no one had ever introduced you to 'I Love Lucy' last year. May we please do the short version of the story for now?" Lucifer nodded for Solomon to close the portal and sit himself beside Myra to pour himself a cup of the still steaming tea. So Myra had the time to speak openly. "Turns out my family weren't too happy about me going off to a school they never heard of. So when I got back, I found out they had packed all my things into a storage container. They refuse to talk to me and just tossed me a bill for the storage unit. So the money I made here to use there got burned into real bad. I paid off my old student loans. Since my old friend from high school said I could go back to my old job at data entry. But they decided to do a company overhaul last week and canned half the staff. So I was left with no job, no place to live, and the storage unit telling me to get lost."

All the men in the room go deadly quiet. So Myra sips her tea to make a point with her words that follow. "I already hexed the company building before I left. My family also have a convenient curse in the form of rotting shrimp hiding in the poles that hold up the window blinds through the entire house. The storage unit company is now under federal investigation after someone gave them a tip about a dead body in the unit next to mine. So I made sure to burn my bridges before I texted for a portal out of dodge." Solomon chuckles to look highly pleased with his apprentice. While Diavolo is trying very hard not to laugh as Lucifer smirks at the human exchange student. His words melted and full of warm approval at this woman of silent revenge. "That world doesn't deserve your pure wicked genius. Yet you should have been telling us all of this news as it was happening. For that I will scold you later."

Myra smiled to then finish her tea and huff. "Oh spare me, Lucy. I may adore you and all that. But I am a fully grown human woman with magic and seven pacts with demons that are considered ancient forces unto themselves. I only texted in the first place because I knew if I didn't you would slow roast and force feed me my own sculpted ass if I didn't." Solomon chokes on his tea to cough and try not to laugh. While Diavolo and Barbatos cover their moths to hide their grins. While Lucifer chuckles to then shake his head. "Now is the time for you to say how you really feel for the open air. So go ahead, lamb." Myra set the tea cup down to then clench both hands into fists. Her words flinted and aching with pure hate and evident sorrow. "My own family had the outright nerve to say I'm not worth all the time and investment raising me was. Something that never would have flown if my grandparents were still alive. So they heel stomped my worth into the muck and ground their heel besides. I pray they spend the rest of time paying for that. As for that executive bastard that fired me... He had the sheer audacity to state my job performance wasn't good enough to keep me around. When my performance numbers were third best in the entire company. Just because I'm a woman with a backbone. It took every bit of my will not to punch his smug face in with a enhanced fist jab. But I didn't. I'd rather do that to the piece of shit called life instead. I. Am. Not. Worthless!"

Myra rubbed at her eyes as a sob came out. Yet in the next second, Lucifer had swept Myra out of her chair to hug her tight and envelope her in his wings. Those ebony feathers tickling her frame as Lucifer placed a kiss to her forehead before he spoke words of rich conviction. "You are priceless! Fools would only dare to even think otherwise of you! Let those ignorant swine roll in their own stupidity without another thought! You belong to us! You are our most cherished soul in all three realms! Myra! There is nor will there ever be anyone like you!"

Lucifer soon eased up on his hug to then hand Myra over to Diavolo. Who was smiling bright to take Myra around for a spin like they were waltzing. His gaze to her full of love and favor. "We will never let you linger in such lies. You are flinted darkness and yet hold radiant light within. The sun itself cannot compare. Since you have been left to forge on without those fools, I vote we have you stay with us for a bit. At least until Solomon might set up a new place for you to dwell in back in the Human World. perhaps in a new country for you both to go on a trip to travel and see the sights." Myra perked up at that idea to then sigh. "After I see all my family here and get my head back on straight. So for now, I say we have a good meal and perhaps a movie or two."

#obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me: one master to rule them all #obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me! fanfiction #obey me! fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #Obey Me! One Master To Rule Them All #Obey Me: One Master To Rule Them All #Obey Me! Shall We Date?#Obey Me: Shall We Date?#Obey Me! OC

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nysocboy · 7 months ago

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Gemstones Episode 3.9: Baby Billy is Bi, Peter Plots Revenge, and Kelvin and Keefe Cuddle.

Episode 3.9 seems rushed -- it could easily be three hours long. The marital-problem and sibling-problem plots have been resolved, but we still have Uncle Peter, The Simkins, Dusty Daniels, and Bible Bonkers, and the writers have to find some way to tie them all together!

Baby Billy is Bi: Still trying to sell the siblings on his Bible Bonkers game show, Baby Billy (Walton Goggins, top photo), reveals he is friends with Dusty Daniels, the racing champ. We cut to a scene of the two, plus famous actor Gene Hackman (played by Kevin Murray) in Monte Carlo on New Years' Eve, 1999. They're awaiting the Y2K bug, hugging, dancing, and dropping acid as if it's the end of the world.

We cut to a bisexual after-party, with Dusty, Baby Billy, and Gene Hackman having sex, maybe with men, maybe with women.

"Wait, " Jesse asks, "Did did you have sex with Dusty Daniels?"

"I doubt it, but you never know...that's not the important part of the story." The important part: he can talk Dusty Daniels into leaving his fortune to whoever wins at Bible Bonkers, the Gemstones or the Simpkins.

So Kelvin came out to the family yesterday after years anguish, angst, self-doubt, backing-and-forthing, and annoyed viewers, and he still hasn't said the word. Now Baby Billy comes out as bi with utter nonchalance. Why couldn't he have said something to his nephew during Cousins' Night, or back in Season 1?

El Molino: We cut to a locust splatting on a windshield. It's Uncle Peter and Chuck, driving the U-Haul full of explosives. Peter has finally come up with a plan, He doesn't specify what it is, but since it involves the Gemstones and explosives, it's not hard to figure out. They're nearly out of gas, and the militia took all of their money, so they stop at El Molino, a real Hispanic supermarket with two locations in Charleston, to use the cash-counting machine.

While Peter is inside, the U-Haul explodes! He thinks that Chuck has been killed.

Out to the Family: The family gathers in Eli's parlor to watch a tv news report about Chuck's death.

Wait --when did the siblings stop hating their father? Was a reconciliation moment cut?

Notice that the guys are sitting on the right side of the room. In four shots, Keefe moves from sitting a few inches away to leaning against the chair, his shoulder touching or almost touching Kelvin's thigh. They are so close that Kelvin can't move his hand or foot without bumping into him.

They used to be very careful to avoid public displays of affection, holding hands under the table and forehead-pressing instead of kissing. Now they casually cuddle in front of everyone, even family members who did not see the kiss.

They discuss the Bible Bonkers Family Feud-style game show. The siblings will compete, but they need two more. They were going to ask Chuck, a big Bible nerd, but he's dead, so it will have to be Karl and May-May.

More Bible Bonkers after the break

Of all the gas stations in South Carolina: Homeless, friendless, abandoned by his family, Peter sits outside a convenience store. He prays: "I am in my darkest hour. I am but a lost sheep in need of a shepherd. Please give me a sign."

At that moment, Keefe pulls up in the Smut Busters van. He's using that van for everyday chores? Surely he and Kelvin have a dozen cars.

He's listening to the song "Holy Lightning Rod" by Blesst, a Christian metal band (created for this episode?). In Season 1, he considered metal music Satanic. He's come to realize that you don't need to give up things that you love to be a Christian, like heavy metal, Goth/Fetish outfits, and sex with guys.

Did God send him as the sign, to bring Peter back to Christ? If so, it doesn't work -- they don't recognize each other. (After all, they have only seen each other once). So no soul-winning for Keefe. But Peter does steal the Smut Busters van.

God saved you: In the wilderness church, Karl and May-May mourn Chuck's death, clear off brush, and pray -- then she crosses herself Surely somebody on the staff knew that only Catholics use that gesture. Suddenly Chuck walks in! He's alive!

Cut to the family back in Eli's parlor. This time it's just Eli, the siblings, and the Montgomerys. Chuck explains that he made sure the parking lot was empty, then set off the explosion and ran away, so his Dad would think he was dead and he could escape.

It still caused a lot of property damage, and no doubt terrorized the shoppers, who thought they were being targeted by a hate crime. On August 3, 2019, a gunman opened fire in a Hispanic Wal-Mart in El Paso, Texas, killing 23 people and injuring 22. Surely the writers were thinking of that incident when they specified a Hispanic supermarket.

"Why were you super-mean to us, while we were in captivity?" Chuck doesn't explain, but he avers that he didn't actually want them to die. Then why were you shooting at them? Besides, he blew up the van to save them. Doesn't that make up for the kidnapping? I thought you blew up the van to save yourself.

So, about Bible Bonkers? Chuck is a Bible expert, so May-May can drop out. The team will consist of Jesse, Judy, Kelvin, Chuck, and Karl.

Later, at the amusement park, Chuck tries to apologize to Jesse. They bond over having Daddies who are embarrassed by them.

The Bible Bonkers Filming: Apparently several weeks have passed. The Bible Bonkers set is finished, and they're going to film the first episode. Isn't it a conflict of interest for the Gimstones to sponsor the show and compete in it? But I guess they'll be donating the prize money to the church.

In the dressing room, Billy offers to give the sibling the answers to the quiz questions. Apparently once a grifter, always a grifter. They refuse. He claims that their parents were so neglectful, he practically had to raise them.

As Gideon drives Eli and May-May to the filming, they see Peter in the stolen Smut Busters van. He's up to no good! Follow him! Why didn't Keefe report the van missing?

On set, the band starts to play and the dancers twirl about. Showtime! Baby Billy does a cheesy stand-up bit, then introduces the Gemstones vs. the Simpkins.

Notice Kelvin's textured single-breasted green coat, "The Attico" from Farfetch, "The global destination for modern luxury." It will become important later.

The Simpkins team includes siblings Vance, Shay, and Craig, not seen since Episode 1, plus two young Asian girls. Apparently they are ringers: there is no indication that any of the siblings has a partner or children. Compare with the Gemstones, who, for all their faults, have devoted partners.

Baby Bill asks easy fill-in-the-blank style Bible questions to Jesse-Vance and Judy-Shay. The Gemstones lose.

Now it's Kelvin-Craig's turn. First Kelvin does a self-aggrandizing coat-swirling dance. Keefe, watching from the VIP section with the other partners, responds with a weird robot thing. It looks like he's following along with the move they practiced.

Meanwhile, Gideon, May-May, and Eli follow Peter to the Salvation Center. Couldn't they have called the police from the car? Don't these people have cell phones? He drives to the loading dock, on a day when there are no services, so he probably expects the church to be empty.

When the Gemstones confront him, he announces that he has filled the Smut Busters van with explosives, triggered by his fitbit watch. Wait-- where did he get a second batch?

May -May yells that both his sons are inside. Chuck is alive after all. At this point, Peter would probably give up the plan, but he is interrupted by......

The full review is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends

#the righteous gemstones #kelvin gemstone #keefe chambers #kelvin x keefe #tony cavalero #adam devine #gideon gemstone #jesse gemstone

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tentakrule · 6 days ago

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I think my vibe creates a solid DNI, but just in case anyone wants a DDI (definitely do interact):

💜 If you want to discuss music, especially 80s goth or prog rock or emo; I will listen to all recommendations.

💜 Send me silly poetry. I'm partial to limericks and haiku.

💜 Tell me about your small whimsical observations; I want the full description of how you viewed the mundane creatively.

💜 Ask me about my OCs because I have a lot of stuff I haven't rolled out.

💜 Give me your favorite slow cooker recipes. I have some go-to stuff that I am also willing to share (including shredded chicken queso dip).

💜 Your pets, always. All animals are accepted. Bonus points for sweaters and hats.

💜 Tell me about your creative projects. I fucking love that shit. Feeling unmotivated? I will big you up.

💜 Discuss conspiracy theories about Animal Crossing.

💜 Do you have a small personal achievement that you don't want to announce publicly that you still want to admit to someone? I wanna hear about it.

💜 Does shit suck? Yeah I know it. I will personally, based on your region, tell you 1-3 things to appreciate. Shit sucks globally, but things can be okay locally.

#personal

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marvelrivalsimagines · 8 days ago

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Blog Rules

First of all, thank you for actually checking the rules! I’m sorry I wrote so much, I have a habit of over-explaining because I want to make sure I’m making sense and being clear 💀

I do not write:

Romantic scenarios for Peni Parker, Rocket Raccoon, or Jeff the Land Shark

Explicit suicide or self harm

I am fine with requests like “character reacting to reader’s self harm scars” but I’m not comfortable with writing about a character/reader actively harming themselves

Explicit abuse

Explicit rape/sexual assault

Incest

Kink dynamics like DD/LG or pet play

NSFW

I’m comfortable with suggestive themes, making out, and suggestive touching. I’ve just never written full on smut before, so this rule may change as I get more confident in my writing.

I will write:

Light yandere dynamics

Requests that specify things about the reader, within reason

For example, “reader who dresses goth” or “read who is really tall”. As a default, I try my best to write all of my stories in a way that anyone can read and imagine themselves in, but I do also think these kinds of prompts can create fun dynamics that I’d like to explore.

Types of things I’ll write:

Fics

Preferences

Headcannons

If requests are open, feel free to send a request in! However, just because you send in a request doesn’t mean I promise to write something based on that prompt. This blog is a hobby I’m picking up for fun and certain prompts might just not hit me the right way. Also please understand that I do have other things going on in my life, and requests won’t be done immediately. I’m always willing to give anything a good try though, so please don’t be scared away from sending something in :)

Even if you don’t have a specific request for something my askbox is open to any comments, questions, headcannons or just general rambling you want to send in. I love this game and the characters in it a lot, so I would love to hear everyone’s thoughts on the characters whether requests are open or not.

Thank you for making it to the end!!

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deusexlachina · 7 months ago

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Antisocial DAO Part 1 (Dalish Elf Origin) - Defy societal beauty norms and good taste

In which I make the worst Dalish Elf ever and look upon my creation with pride.

My lack of social skills extends to character creation.

Because I Am Socially Inept, I must avoid levelling Cunning or Strength. This would pose major issues to Rogues and Warriors, respectively, so I must be a mage. Mages in Thedas are required to join the Circle, but, having already played the Circle Origin, I decline this invitation and use a mod to have the Dalish Origin while being a mage. (Given that there are Dalish mages, it's a little strange that you can't do this by default).

To help immerse the Warden in the world of Thedas, they use the same appearance options as almost all other NPCs. This is a solid design choice that I will be entirely subverting. After giving myself a Seriously Spooky Stare, I install a mod that expands the range of hairstyles and pick ostentatious twintails that go down to my hips.

I just need a name. Something goth, but also elvish...

Deathroot it is!

I have made yet another Horrible Goth Girl, but something's missing. I end up going back to add in facial tattoos, on the grounds that all Dalish have them and they're religiously significant. This is religion. Fashion is another story.

Being able to safely ignore Cunning and Strength, I put all my points into Magic. I choose to start with Paralysis, favouring the Entropy spell tree, mainly because it seems the most goth and edgy. I am rewarded for my aesthetic choices: paralysis is fantastic against the enemies in the ruins.

Unfortunately, as I explore the ruins, I lose my buddy Tamlen, and only survive because a mysterious human carries me back home. The Keeper sends me and Merrill out to go rescue Tamlen. This is the same Merrill as in Dragon Age 2, but here she isn't Welsh, isn't a blood mage and doesn't look like a baby. She's also not nearly as strong as her sequelized self, so to avoid dying horribly, I grab another friend, Fenarel.

Merrill protests at this unauthorized addition to my party because Merrill is very strict about the rules and would never do anything Keeper Marethari wouldn't approve of. There's an easy social check to convince her to let Fenarel come, but I cannot pass it because I Am Socially Inept. So I have to swallow my pride and Ask Mom if I can have a warrior in the party. Thankfully, she says yes. She even thanks me for asking her upfront, a scrupulous act that I have done solely because I could not convince Merrill to have a strong party otherwise. I cleverly forget to take a screenshot of this part.

Time is not on my side. I have been infected with the Taint, a disease which is very serious, despite the name. My friends notice I'm strangely pale.

I ask what they're talking about, because I'm always pale. And the veiny marks on my face are my Vallaslin, thank you very much.

After an unsuccessful hunt for Tamlen, I encounter Duncan, standing ominously amid the fresh corpses of several powerful darkspawn. There are a lot of pressing questions here, but the most pressing one on my mind is "Can I loot these bodies?"

He lets me loot every single one of them before talking to him. Poggers.

Duncan is a Grey Warden, an expert in my disease, and promises an unspecified cure if I just leave my family and join his secretive order. Unfortunately for him, he's a human and humans are currently preparing to forcibly displace my clan. The game, realizing this, gives you plenty of opportunities to openly distrust Duncan, and I pick every single one of them. This guy seems sus.

You always encounter Duncan, but the ways you can interact with this key character depend heavily on your Origin, giving you meaningful, interesting character choices right from the start. Take notes, Inquisition!

I tearfully embrace my clan and depart. This is a very solemn moment, full of gravitas and dignity. I am leaving my people, perhaps for good, and setting out on a dark, lonely path to fight nightmarish monsters. There is nothing even a little funny here.

#antisocial dao #'original' 'content'

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vampyrdiariez · 6 months ago

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♰ - MAJOR LIFE UPDATE!! (pt 1.)

𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 #5. ⋆｡˚🦇⛧

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7/3/24, 10:52 PM - 12:12 AM.

hello little people in my laptop! it's been a while huh?? I'm sorry that I haven't posted here in a while, i've had a LLLOOOTT going on. So, here's a big of a life update.. a summary of the last five-ish months.

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First I'll summarize with a basic timeline, then we'll get into details.

☆ Situationship!! , ☆ Friend Drama, ☆ Situationship goes from 0 - 100, ☆ MORE FRIEND DRAMA??, ☆ EVEN MORE FRIEND DRAMA???, ☆ WHEN DOES IT END.

(this post specifically will be talking about the situationship.)

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The last time that I really posted here, it was just before Valentines Day- so that's where I'll start. In the middle of February I got a direct message from a guy I'd met in middle school, we'll call him Bee... if you get it, you get it. He'd messaged me on my art account complimenting my work, and just generally trying to make friends- which I accepted. We started talking and really got along, to which we moved on to speaking on my main account. That's when he realized who I was considering I don't post my face on my art account, and we just kind of rekindled our middle school friendship. Eventually he started flirting with me (respectfully) and asked me out on a date, considering how well we got along- I said yes. I put on my cutest clothes, did my hair- and we went on our first date. I picked him up at his house and we went to the mall, and then Barnes & Noble.

He was very respectful the whole time, he complimented my outfit and the attention to detail on my eyeliner, he held open every single door without fail, and he made me laugh with every joke. We went out on another date the next day to which he met my parents and addressed my father as "sir", which was astonishing to me (most of my other exes couldn't show that kind of respect if they were being held at gunpoint). So to say the least, things were going really well. On our second date he told me that he had a lot of friend issues going on and was afraid he was going to have to cut off most if not all of his friend group... so I invited him into my discord server. I have a server of friends in my area that I met in school or other such places, to hang out / play games.. stuff like that. Bee met my friend (for whom the sake of privacy- we will call;) Rabbit. They played a few games together in a VC, and eventually I joined just to stream me drawing and hang out. While we were still in the VC, Bee texted me saying that he just wanted to stay kind of at the point we were and didn't think that he was ready for a full relationship. He implied that he still wanted to go on dates with me and hang out, just that he didn't think he was ready for big labels yet. Despite having said the day before that he was "ready to become more" with me.

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I told him that it was fine and that I understood, because I did. Also slightly because it's rare that someone seems genuinely interested in me. I'm a plus sized goth girl in the midwest, are we surprised? Eventually Bee, Rabbit, and I got off of the phone- and about an hour after that I got a text from Rabbit. Rabbit texted me and he had asked me "Are you and Bee like together or just talking?" which I thought was a little weird. I told Rabbit that we were just talking to which he replied something along the lines of "That's weird, he seems to think that you guys are just friends" and that's when I started getting suspicious.

I kind of explained to Rabbit the situation and was like "Bee said he just isn''t ready to put labels on things, still wants to go on dates, still wants to be romantic with me" you get it. Rabbit proceeded to send me screenshots of Bee flirting with him pretty seriously, the timestamp on those screenshots were at around 6:30 pm.. when we were all still on the phone together. I quickly went to my messages with Bee and saw that he had texted me about "not wanting to put lables on things".. TWO MINUTES after sending those other messages to Rabbit. TWO MINUTES. WHILE WE WERE ALL STILL ON THE PHONE TOGETHER 💀💀💀. Rabbit didn't send me screenshots of the full conversation so Bee could've been flirting with Rabbit even BEFORE that, which was NUTS.

I started freaking out when I put two and two together and I started spiraling, I was sobbing and I was so upset that I just needed to get out of the house. I called my best friend sobbing and ended up going to her house for a while to calm down.

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This is where it somehow manages to get worst. I sent a confrontation message to Bee, and he didn't reply for another thirty minutes back and forth. He acted like he didn't know what I was talking about until I mentioned I had screenshot proof, he said "ok" and continued to not respond. I send a lot of confrontational messages along the lines of "it's crazy of you to pull some shit like this after YOU were the one interested in ME" and "Yesterday you told me you were ready to take it to the next level with me". Stuff like that. After another thirty fucking minutes he finally replied and said something like "I hope we learn things from this, probably don't date a kid with a bunch of mental disorders, Goodnight."

I told him that it would've been fine if he just wanted to be friends with me, but that lying to me so he could go after my friend was a totally different deal. Then I told him that having mental disorders wasn't an excuse for his behavior, because as far as I'm concerned.. being a cheating, lying piece of shit isn't on the list of criteria for Autism OR Schizophrenia on the DSM-5. Then I blocked him. 🤷

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Average week in the life of Olive I guess!! But yeah, thats not even HALF of what's happened to me in the last five months lmao. Wait till y'all hear what else I have in store, because everything just somehow manages to get worse.

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#🦇 vampyr diariez #my writing #writeblr #blog #online diary #personal blog #i’m back #will i ever be in a healthy relationship or am i just gonna be stuck in this endless cycle for the rest of my fucking life.#life update #update #guess whos back #i’m not dead #wooo yeah new diary entry whoop whoop

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superfallingstars · 1 year ago

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Snape ask Nr. 33 please!

33. Top 3 songs you think will show up in Snape's most played? (from here)

Oh ho ho you’ve read my bio and opened the can of worms that is my music taste. Thank you for everything, I owe you my life, etc.

It’s like genuinely so hard to choose only three songs so I will also use this opportunity to share my full Snape playlist. I tried to pick songs that were both lyrically relevant and that he might actually listen to/enjoy aka the same criteria I will use to answer this question!

So let’s go!

This is something I’ve wanted to post about for a while now – that is, does the Snapedom know about this song? Aka the song about being obsessed/in love with a girl named Lily? This is the ultimate Snape song, it’s so perfect that I kind of can’t believe it exists. I doubt this song actually got radio play in 1995 (considering how many songs are on this stupid album, which I say with love but it is true), but I love the idea of Snape hearing this song by chance (perhaps on the radio at Grimmauld Place?) and proceeding to have a crisis about it.

This is also a Lily song lol. Lyrically it is about a woman who dies and the narrator holds himself responsible for it (howfitting). “What can I do if she dies? / What can I do if she’s lost? / Just the thought fills my heart with pink frost.” Gah! Also, musically, I think Snape would like it – I feel like an alternative 80s goth-ish vibe fits him really well. He would totally cry to this and have an all around terrible time <3

It's so hard to pick only one more, but I’m going with Bauhaus (because I am a goth ally). Seriously though, I think these lyrics fit Snape really well, especially regarding his upbringing, in the references to the general monotony of daily life and “factorytown.” Plus, you can tell from the title, this song also expresses a desire for success. Basically it just feels right.

Ok I can’t restrain myself so I'm doing honorable mentions, sorry, but these are more specifically geared toward what I actually think he would listen to. “You Should All Be Murdered” by Another Sunny Day is a jangly little 80s/90s tune with some rather, er, hateful lyrics, and “Is It Any Wonder” by The Chameleons is a dark, dreamy song with this lovely melancholy and regretful feel. I could picture him listening to either one of these on repeat, singing along, whistling while he's walking down the Hogwarts hallways, etc

Alright I have to stop myself from writing an essay, as this post is long enough! Thanks so much for sending this ask, I’m always down to talk Snape and/or music (in relation to one another or also not, it doesn’t matter, tell me what you guys think/please talk to me, ok byeeee!!!!)

#sorry this sat in my ask box for a little while i kept revising it because i have Thoughts. but again thank u for sending this ask <3 #my posts #answers #music stuff #hp #snape #severus snape #pro snape #professor snape #snape fandom #snapedom #hp playlist #asks

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gwydionmisha · 10 months ago

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Personal: I Have a Lot of Feelings about a Lot of Things

I have lost track of how many missed cleaning appointments there were. It's been weeks. I've been scheduling twice a week since November in hopes of getting one a month. Which is annoying, but not nightmarish right now, but gets ugly fast in March, when Goth Millennial is going to burn through all their hours fast taking care of me post surgery.

The Millennials are working out a cooking schedule between them, but this is a huge load on Goth Millennial's shoulders.

Basically the company Medicare is out sourcing to is falling apart because treating their contract workers like shit and lying to them about things like mileage compensation when hiring them is a terrible business model in this economy on top of being an incredible shitty way to treat humans. My decision to start calling them the Asshole Agency within a week or two of starting to deal with them continues to be vindicated. The workers there need a union since the company is devoted to it's assholery, but I get why it's easier to quit.

The system is collapsing, basically. The Medicare advantage people know this and are "discussing options."

So Friday I spent hours playing phone tag with local volunteer organizations trying to get six weeks of help, but those systems are already flooded with people who are supposed to be getting Medicare advantage help, but can't because the Asshole agency isn't sending people and hasn't been for months. Still, I was hoping a short term acute need might get me in. The secular one got right back to me. They are full up. No word yet from the Catholics and the group that coordinates a bunch of protestant organizations.

I have been told over and over to try to get a church involved, but I'm not Christian and it feels weird, especially since most of my contacts with Christian strangers in the last couple decades involve aggressive proselytizers. I have Christian friends who are cool. I have no beef with the Quakers or the Unitarians or the Episcopalians or the Catholics who are trying to change things from within (Nuns on a Bus, queer friends trying to push their parish left) or what have you. I do have a beef with extremists, which most evangelicals are and the more conservative strands of catholic, orthodox, and Protestantism and there are a lot of door to door Mormons, Jehovah's witnesses, etc. in my part of the country.

Look, a had late family members who were very involved in their churches who were decent people with reasonable views. I was a Queer Medievalist and I have some sexy late medieval saint pin ups to prove it mixed in with all my other art, some of which references assorted other religions, despite never having been Catholic. I have a Quaker friend closer to me than my own sister.

I just… Christian religious strangers in my house make me uncomfortable as a queer non-Christian in a country where Christo-fascists are trying to make me literally illegal.

I know it would likely be fine. I did fine and made lots of friends at University which doing a major that is mostly Catholics, Ex-Catholics, and people in the process of converting. I come from a debate culture. I can quote scripture like Satan. ;) I was in Philosophy before I dropped out and moved west and switched to History in one form or another. I can talk theology across a whole lot of denominations and the major "heresies." I just don't want to anymore and I haven't wanted to for a long time. That was long ago and far away when I wasn't so exhausted and in pain.

I should have stared looking last August or October.

I am likely fucked because I waited too long.

Sigh.

In other news, I've been really doing well on the massive number of now mostly advanced physio things I have to do every day.

Sunday I was about a third of the way in when my arm noped out of about another third of Sunday's quota. I am trying to do all the remaining ones that don't move my arm that way, but I'm not sanguine.

I forgot to do my blood work Friday. I have an afternoon pre-op appointment Monday. Let us hope I remember then. I am so tired and it all hurts so much.

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