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slygirl666 · 4 years ago

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lack of self control pt. 1 (F.W)

A/N my first Fred x reader, technically a Slytherin reader agin but they are adults in this. Fred lives after the war in this, because he shouldn't have died. 100% inspired by the song strawberry lipstick by YUNGBLUD was suposed to be a one shot but now it’s split into like 2 parts sorry

warnings: language really that should be it for this part, Smut in the next part can be a one shot

word count: 3,383

Fred and George spent the day interviewing witches and wizards to work at the shop. George was going to be on his honeymoon soon, him and Angielina planned on spending two months in Italy. The boys had been meaning to hire help for a while so it just made sense.

George sat back with a sigh looking at the clock above Fred’s head. “Angie’s gonna kill me if i'm not back for dinner, can you take the last one on your own?” “Of course mate,” Fred smiled tiredly at George who packed up and left. It had only been two years since the war but to Fred, who nearly died it was like yesterday. His life felt like it's hardly moved since then, George would be getting married in two weeks, Ron was already married, Ginny was engaged. Maybe He’d be like Charlie and grow up alone doing what he loved.

Or not the man yearn for something new and exciting.

There was a knock on his office door, and that when you walked into his life...again

* * *

It was Fred's sixth year when he had first noticed you. You were just outside of Honeydukes with a group of giggling girls by your side. Someone had handed you a bright red lolli. He watched carefully as your face twisted into one of complete innocence before placing it on your tongue and pulling it into your mouth, then pulled it out of your puckered lips with an exaggerated ‘pop.’ after that he entered the store as you drowned in a fit of giggles handing the candy off to the girl next to you.

At that point Fred hadn't even known your name. What he did know was that you were enticing and he wanted to see more of you.

* * *

“Hello, Y/N Y/L/N.” you stuck out a hand.

“I remember we went to Hogwarts together.” Fred Gladly took your hand shaking it.

“I’m surprised the famous Fred Weasley remembers me. “ you let out a laugh as she said his name.

“How could I not? I was a part of that little stunt you had pulled on Umbridge,” he laughed watching your face go red. “Although that was just as much as a surprise to me.”

You hid behind your hand embarrassed. “Merlin, I can’t believe you remember that, I was so Bold back then.”

“No i think you really just wanted her to shut up.” he let out a laugh.

* * *

The First time Fred spoke to you was in detention, with Dolores Umbridge. You had been sitting at a desk writing your lines when she pulled the lanky ginger boy in by the ear. She had started him on his lines before she was called away for another ‘emergency.’

He remembered you from that Hogsmeade trip last year. “What are you in for?”

You took a second before turning to him, “she said my uniform was against regulations.”

He took her in noticing the silver and green tie around her neck. “There's nothing wrong with it.”

“Exactly.” you rolled your eyes annoyed. “I told her it’s not my fault I'm a little shapely, then she screamed out ‘detention’. And the last time I wore my pants to class, she said it wasn’t ladylike to wear trousers.”

Fred laughed, “I’m Fred Weasley by the way.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you shook his hand.

It took another week before he saw you again, he was entering his DADA class as sixth years exited. Umbridge was calmly talking to you about how a young lady shouldn’t paint her face like a tart and she didn't want to see that in her class.

“You have no right to say that to a student,” your voice was scary and even. “You do not know me.”

“Maybe not miss Y/L/N,” she giggled. “But I do know of your reputation with the boys.”

Fred was a little concerned he went to put a hand on your shoulder fully intending to drag you out of that horrid women's classroom. You looked at him, eyes glimmering with mischief as you bit your lip.

“Right,” you nodded, voice turning sweet. “And my reputation says everything about me.”

Without a moment's hesitation you had pulled Fred by the tie for a fiery kiss. Fred couldn’t tell if it had been ten second or ten minutes when you pulled away. You licked your lips dragging the pad of your thumb across him bottom lip. “I got some of my lipstick on you.”

You pulled your thumb into your mouth walking away from a shouting Umbridge, laughing class and a dazed Fred.

* * *

You had gotten through the interview quickly. “Well Y/N, I’ll be talking with George tomorrow, if you get the job expect an owl in the next week or so.”

“Thank you,” you had gotten up going for another hand shake. “It was good to see you again Fred, hopefully it won't be the last time.”

Fred watched as you walked down the stairs to the front door, he mentally scolded himself feeling like a sixteen year old boy again. You hadn’t changed one bit. You still held yourself as though you knew you were desirable and you wanted to show it.

Fred mentally scolded himself, as far as he knew you were married or in a serious relationship. He sighed, closing up the shop.

It had taken two days for you to get an owl saying you got the job. You were ecstatic, you found a job, it didn’t hurt that you were working for the man of your school girl dreams as well.

You were called to the joke shop the day after for training, the twins were going to show you how to handle products and where everything went.

You had spent all day in the back room memorizing most of the products, when the crowd died down George had led you to the front of the shop where he showed you how to work the displays and demonstrations. It had been a long day and worse for the twins because they spent the day between you and their customers.

“I say you join us for a drink at the pub.” George smiled at her, “my Fiancé is meeting us there tonight.”

“George she just spent the entire day here i dont think she wan-”

“That would be lovely, I have no reason to be home so soon.” you raised your eyebrows at fred, “i could really use a drink too.”

“We’ll lead the way,” George smiled at her. The three of them went down the stairs where George locked the doors. He walked ahead of you and Fred, leading you to the exit of Digon Alley.

“Is it a muggle pub?” you whispered up to Fred who nodded at you.

“Muggle London is awfully busy on weekends.” he offered his arm. You linked your hesitantly through him. “We go here every few weeks for a few drinks, some of our family will most likely be joining us.”

You nodded at him, slightly intimidated by the idea of meeting a family full of famous people. By the time you three got to the pub there was already a rather large table with a generous amount of redheads.

They greeted Fred and George before noticing you.

“I never knew you had a girlfriend, Fred,” a thick French accent cut through the silence. Fred shook his head at her.

“Sweetheart, i think that's their new employee.” A man she recognized as Bill Weasley, give or take a few years since the last time she saw him, wrapped his arm around the pretty french woman.

“That is correct, im Y/N Y/L/N.” you waved rather awkwardly.

“Bloody hell aren’t you the girl who shagged someone on Umbridge’s desk before dropping out?” Ron went slack jawed as Hermione slapped his arm crying ‘Ronald.’

You snorted the Slytherin in you coming out, “is that really what they said? I just snogged your brother in front of the entire seventh year before entering private lessons.”

Ron’s jaw dropped. Angelina laughed, “Merlin, I remember that, we made fun of Freddie boy here for a whole month.”

“Yeah,” you laughed, then turned to Fred. “did I ever apologise for that?”

“No need to,” George chuckled. “Freddie thought about that day for years.”

“Then i'm not sorry,” you smirked at the amused crowd. Who started talking among themselves. They asked you questions about the time you spent out of Hogwarts and the brief time you were in the healer program.

You got along with the weasley family just fine. They eventually moved on to talking about family affairs. You got up feeling a bit awkward now. “I should get going.” some of the family playfully booed. “Sorry someone has to feed the cats at home.”

Fred got up letting you slide out of your seat, “see you tomorrow, Y/L/N.”

You nodded going to the bathroom to apparate out.

* * *

It was another week that went by fairly uneventfully, the Twins had given you a simple uniform guideline, of a pencil skirt or slacks, a plum button up and a dusty orange bowtie, colores both of them seemed to favor.

You were in the shop ringing up the last customer of the day when you heard laughter and yelling.

“George this isn’t funny,” you walked up the stairs curiously. “Mum s’ gone mad I swear. I’ve told her so many times, she doesn't have to set me up. I'm a grown man.”

“Fred, George,” you knocked softly on the door before opening it. “We're done downstairs, I wanted to be sure you two were fine.”

“Why don't you just bring Y/N.” George’s face lit up. “It would shut mum up.”

“George, don’t drag her into-”

“Into what?” you looked at the twins amused.

“Mum wants to set Fred up with her friend's daughter for my wedding,” George laughed. “Lovely girl, but exceptionally clingy and loud.”

“I’ve been ‘set up’ with her for most family events,” Fred groaned, “would you go?”

“Sure your family is lovely.” you shrugged. George laughed, “now I’m going home now, George just send me the details.”

You winked at the boys and walked out of the store.

“Freddy you’re drooling,” George let out another laugh.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have made the skirt an option.” Fred grumbled to his brother.

“Well look at the bright side, you have a date with one of the prettiest witches you know.”

Fred shoved his brother diving into paper work to distract his thoughts of you.

But you made sure to make that difficult for him wearing that skirt every day you could, it was hard not to notice his stare that traced every curve of your body when he thought you weren’t looking.

The wedding was tomorrow meaning the shop would be closed for the rest of the weekend. George being busy ment you and Fred were stuck at the shop alone. You sat on the counter cross legged as you and Fred looked at the store layout next to you, you two were preparing for the back to school rush that was sure to happen.

“Well if the Pygmy puff sells a lot with the female crowd, what if we put a love potion display across from it. You know just a little push.” you leaned closer to the paper then looked to Fred.

“That is a wicked idea.” he looked up at you, “where have you been! Georgie and i always wonder where to put the love potions this time of the year.”

“You boys just needed a womens’ touch.” you giggled catching a red painted lip between your teeth.

Fred looked up at you, you were only inches away from each other, he audibly swallowed eyes moving from your lips to eyes. “Yeah I think we found it.” he got close, you could feel his breath on you before muttering a “to hell with it.”

Just then he kissed you. It was a soft gentle kiss so you would have the s[ace to move away, but you didn’t want to. Bringing your arms up to his neck pulling him closer. He tasted like sweet coffee.

Eventually you needed air. The separation seemed to bring the two of you back to reality. You giggled at him, his eyes were half lidded, lips smeared with the vivid red you had on your own. You took your thumb whipping it across his lips, showing him the red. “I got some of my lipstick on you.”

He laughed, “it wouldn't be the first time.”

“Uh yes,” You smiled at him getting off the counter. “I should get going, I'll see you tomorrow Fred.”

You walked out realizing that tomorrow would be a very interesting day.

* * *

You paced in your apartment in muggle London. You were dressed in a pale green sundress, you looked in the mirror adjusting it, the dress fell just above your knees but the neckline was rather daring considering your chest size was generous. You had given your hair a light curl making sure it covered your back to hide your battle scars. With some shimmery eye makeup and that same red lipstick you wore when you wanted to feel confident you were ready for George’s wedding. That you were going to, with Fred. Your boss, who you kissed last night.

“Merlin,” you muttered, going for a shot of firewhiskey to calm your nerves. There was a rhythmic knock at your door.

Fred was at your doorstep ready to escort you to the Burrow for the wedding, you agreed to go early so his mother believed he had a date. Plus he was the best man he needed to be there early.

“You look rather dashing,” you gave him a once over he was wearing a button down, rolled up to his elbow and a black vest and bowtie.

“And you look exceptionally pretty today,” he smiled at you. Holding a hand out for you. You didn't hesitate to grab it, he pulled you close. He took his wand out then there was a familiar nauseous pull in your stomach.

You and Fred landed outside of the tallest most spectacular building you’ve ever seen. “It’s not much but it's home.” he smirked at the look of awe on your face.

Not letting go of your hand he guided you inside.

A plump redhead woman with grey streaks in her hair excitedly walked towards you. “You must be Freddies date.” she pulled you in for a hug.

“yes , Ma’am, Y/N Y/L/N.” you went a bit rigged at the sudden hug.

“Oh, none of that. Call me Molly,” she let you go eyes searching every inch of you. “You’re a pretty thing aren’t you. I almost thought Georgie was lying when he said Fred had a plus one.”

She laughed, you stifled a giggle as Fred whined at his mother. The woman turned to fuss over him, it was funny he was a giant compared to her, yet he still managed to look like a disgruntled five year old as his mother fixed his tie.

The ceremony was short and sweet, something you were thankful for, it took all of thirty minutes for the bride and groom to say ‘I do.’ the thing you weren't expecting was to sit at the family table. They served appetizers as guests mingled. You looked in awe as all the weasleys talked and laughed together all around you.

“They are really something else, aren’t they,” Harry potter sat next to you looking amused. “I had that same look on my face the first time I came here, about ten years ago.”

“They're all so close,” you smiled fondly. “Im Y/N Y/L/N, by the way. It's nice to officially meet you.” He smiled, shaking your hand.

Soon Fred was called to give as Speech as dinner was being served, “Hello, I am Fred Weasley the handsomer of the Weasley twins. But we aren't here to discuss that were here to congratulate Angelina and George. So George has known Angelina since first year and was completely in love with her by fourth year, not that he'd admit it. So i tried to push him during our school days, i even asked her on a date at some point, which caused a row but he was to dence to say anything.” Fred took a deep breath, “it only took ‘round twelve years but were here now, and that's what matters.”

People clapped, Fred held up a hand, “by the way we switched suits before the wedding, Angelina you are now legally Mrs. Fred Weasley.”

“He’s missing an ear you dumbass,” Angelina laughed, the crowd of people joining her.

You were amused when you had talked to your own family; they were rather cold, always talking about how the marriage will bring a long line of great purebloods to come. This was about family though. It was rather charming.

The rest of the wedding went on with warmth and adoration soon everyone was joining the newlyweds on the makeshift dance floor. Fred held a hand out for you, taking a large gulp of wine, you gladly took it to join the rest.

“So, are you enjoying yourself?” Fred playfully spun you around before pulling you back to him to resume swaying dramatically.

“yeah , everyone is lovely,” you smiled up at him. You couldn't help but laugh at his exaggerated movements.

The two of you playfully danced to a song you had never heard before, Fred continued hid goofy slow dancing. Eventually he dipped you causing another fit of laughter. When the song ended he led you to a table. “I’ll go get you another drink.” he winked and walked towards were they served the drinks.

Ginny Weasley sat at the table, her heels in front of her on the table as she looked you up and down. “So, a girl can finally keep up with Freddie,” she smirked as your face heated up.

“Were just friends,” you protested.

“Sure, sure.” She shook her head as Harry came and sat next to her.

“Gin, stop teasing,” he rubbed her shoulders affectionately.

“You can’t tell me what to do harry,” she gave him a playful look. “Plus he deserves it. Do you know how many years he gave me grief about you.”

Fred returned with two glasses of wine. “Hope they aren’t giving you a hard time.”

“I told you no need to worry,” you rolled your eyes. “Seriously, your family is absolutely lovely.”

The rest of the night went by with a few more glasses of wine, and more silly dances. By the end of the night you were a bit more than tipsy.

“We have extra room here, Freddie,” Molly smiled at her son as he talked about flueing you home.

“Mum, we’re going to go,” Fred groaned at her. “Comon, we’ll flu to my flat then get you home.”

Fred led you to the fireplace.

You got to his flat above the Joke shop, he didn’t want you apperateing drunk.

“You can take the bed, I think I have some sweats or something you could borrow.” he scratched his head walking over to the dresser.

“It’s fine Fred I can take the couch,” he handed you a pair of sweats and a plain shirt. You put the sweats on, they hugged your hips a bit because Merlin, this man is skinny. You struggled reaching for the zipper. “Can you help with the dress?”

You heard his footsteps get closer to you. He gently pushed your hair over your shoulder, slowly trailing the zipper down. His eyes followed the skin that was exposed. You could feel them on the large gash scar across your back.

“I got it during the battle,” his hand traced it. “That was the day I was officially deemed a blood traitor.”

You turned to look at him, his eyes met yours, hands finding his way to your hips, turning you to face him. “I have my fair share of scars from it too, want to see?”

He licked his lips, eyes shining as you nodded at him. That's when he broke pulling you in for a searing kiss.

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switchedflip · 4 years ago

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.

Repost, don’t reblog.

BASICS.

full name. Citynetics Workbot Unit C-8 5779. or, yknow, just switch. never bothered to come up with a last name for himself

nickname. very often called “dude” or “bro”, mostly by raptor. not really a nickname but regularly gets called shit like “tin can” or “scrap” by hecklers.

gender. dude, he/him

height. six foot even

age. he was manufactured five years ago, but being a construction bot, he was built to have the sense of someone in At Least their mid 20s to work a dangerous job and be personable to human workers. now, he’s got the attitude of a college dropout, so he’s mentally like 21

zodiac. he didn’t want his birthday to be the same day that the other bots were manufactured, so when he became lucid, he gave himself a new birthday. the thing is, he had two days in mind, but he didn’t want to pick between them. so, his birthdays are september 19th and october 28th, the anniversaries of the release dates of tony hawk’s pro skater 2 and 3, making him a virgo and a scorpio. whatever one he chooses that year is anyone’s guess

spoken languages. he was programmed knowing english and spanish, but he downloaded a japanese patch as well after he went lucid

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair color. bald! bald! bald!

eye color. glowing yellow. they look really sick in the dark

skin tone. burnished steel. he really needs to get himself polished again

accent. is bitcrushed an accent? otherwise, he’s very much got the speech patterns of someone from coastal socal, very much has that flavor of “surfer dude”. what the fuck kind of guy in probably 21XX says gnarly unironically?

voice. did you know switch has the longest set of voice clips in the game? i think that’s neat

dominant hand. okay, being a robot he doesn’t have a dominant hand, so he’s ambidextrous, but he did program himself to have a dominant foot. bear with me on this. you see, in skating, you generally have your dominant foot be the one on the back of the board to have better control. he programmed himself to have his left foot be his dominant foot so he could be goofy footed

posture. he’s just got a habit of standing up straight, he probably can’t even bend much around the waist.

tattoos. his arm guards being decked out and bolted on is kinda close? i’ll call that tattoos, just short of actually engraving his chassis

birthmarks. speaking of chassis engravings! his barebones frame under his main chest piece is engraved with the citynetics logo in a few places, as are a lot of his other more fiddly parts

noticeable feature(s). he’s decked himself out A Lot compared to other citynetics workbots so he doesn’t get lost in a crowd. for one, he wears pants and shoes. but also, he’s done away with any safety markings on his parts, he’s modified his chestpiece to have much more appealing lights, and his armguards-- which match his board no less? he’s curated his style to fit himself perfectly

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth. he was manufactured in the main citynetics factory in shine city!

birth weight. probably at least 200 pounds? robots arent light, especially ones meant to do construction projects

birth height. still six feet

manner of birth. conveyor belt construction line, put together with giant machinery like all the other bots

first words. when he was first activated? he just rattled off his standard boot-up phrases. thank you for choosing citynetics blah blah. his first word when he was freshly lucid was “what?”

siblings. technically 9999 others in his manufacturing group. raptor’s his only Real brother though

parents. do you count foremen of the factory?

parental involvement. nah

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation. please do not try and fuck the robot

romantic orientation. gay as hell

love language. physical touch and words of affirmation. for the physical touch thing, yeah he might not have the best touch sensors out there, but he still likes like. holding hands and cuddling and stuff. its nice and, for lack of a better way of putting it, it makes him feel like he’s close to a human way of expressing love, yknow?

relationship tendencies. he WILL make a mixtape and IT WILL have daft punk on it. he’s very chill in a relationship, though. he doesn’t do big grand romantic gestures, and generally things dont change much between him and his partner. he’s still a dumbass, he’s still chill, he just likes holding hands and maybe gets into movies for half off by pretending to be a guardbot or something

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song. sk8er boi his home stage in blaze is the abandoned pool with this as the theme, so That Works. but if you ask me, i heavily associate him with this song from ollie king,

mental illnesses. not a mental illness, but he’s got some shades of neurodivergency. he’s got some flavor of adhd, or as he likes to call it, 80HD. otherwise, a while back he was in a pretty bad depressive spiral for being where he was. like, things were easier when he was a braindead bot, or if he was fully human, not somewhere in between. now, he’s mostly gotten over that rough patch with the help of his bro and some other friends in the league

self-confidence level. oh he is super confident 64. like, genuinely, he’s probably one of the cockiest members of the league, with boasts such as “i’m not programmed to lose”. it doesn’t stop at him being competitive, he’s open and easygoing, personable but strong in his convictions

vulnerabilities. he IS still a robot, so anything that messes with machinery will fuck him up. you can also get to him if you mess with someone he cares about

#meme friday #long post

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not-ur-normie · 5 years ago

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The demon brothers as a kpop group (+ Diavolo)

Hey there! This is my very first headcanon thingy, so i would like to apologise for my bad english, its not my mother language. Also, it was so long ago when i last wrote anything similar in english, so once again, sorry.

Anyway, i really wanted to write it, so let me know if you like it! + If you want general group headcanons with them as a kpop group, pls let me know it as well! (Or a similar one with Simeon, Luke and Solomon, hehe) Love!

The demon brothers as a kpop group (+Diavolo)

DIAVOLO - The CEO of the company - It was the main goal in all his life to see Lucifer shining on stage - Okay, not, actually he only knows Lucifer since a shitty survival program - I mean, Lucifer is already hiper super extra giga mega beautiful in his eyes, but! Lucifer! on! stage! is the main Lucifer - So he maid a company for him - Lucifer was like 'wtf dID U DO' (okay, he didnt say it in this way, but-) - He is an understanding boss - Doesnt plan to debut any other group, so his company wont suck lol - Has all the money only for the bois - Altho he is really kind and understanding, he expects the guys to work extra hard do achive success - Sometimes goes to variety shows with his group and acting like a proud dad around them - Fans say that he is the 8th member of the group - Has his own fansites - Sometimes does modelling (has a duo photoshoot with Lucifer which he is extra proud of and some of its pieces are on his wall in a big canvas) - Fans ship him with Lucifer (not suprising) - He bought two houses next to each other. One is his and the other is the guys'. - Has a cameo in one of the mvs of the group - Does acting, has a lots of main roles - He is POPULAR

LUCIFER - Leader of the group - Also dad of the group (i mean if you dont count Diavolo) - He and the others participated in a survival program, but didnt make it - Got kicked out of their prev company - Thats when Diavolo became a fan of him and decided on founding one for him - Lucifer only agreed on joining if his teammeat could go too - Most popular in the group - Does everything Diavolo asks him to do - Makes the guys practicing till morning - Barely sleeps - Also does acting - Really bad at doing fanservice - Extremely caring towards fans - Always makes sure that the fans are doing okay, writes short messages on fancafe, uploads pictures (never about himself) on ig and twitter and reminds fans to take care of themselfs - Staying up super late to read fancafe letters from fans - Gives special attention to communicate with fans - However... He shamlessly blocks fans who upload meme pics about him or hurt his pride - HE IS SERIOUS - Thanks to this, fans never EVER mock him - Has a solo album - Won against his own group once in a music show (Levi said how it was not fair and Satan was pissed) - Never dyed his hair and never will - According to some poll, he is one of the most handsome men in kpop - He hates fanwars and when there is one, he tells the fans to stop - He also hates rumors

MAMMON - He wanted to became a worldwide idol so he can get more money - Actually he was really bad at everything when he joined that survival program - Fans started to love him bc of his hard work (((for the money))) - Always forgets their own choreography - The whole fandom jokes about how stupid he is - He is always truly offended and scolds the fans on vlive - Fans make memes out of him and love dissing him - Fans think he is super cute and he is loveing it - LOVES fansigns but always blushes if he needs to hold hands with fans - Tries to act tough anyway - Cries in every. fkin. concert. (giving birth to new memes lol) - Once made a "joke" about how fans should donate him money instead of giving presents and it became a HUGE scandal, Lucifer and Diavolo deadass wanted to kick him out of the group - Does vlive a lot bc he loves talking about everything: how he bought a new car, new shoes, how he wanted to prank Lucifer with Satan and how they failed blah blah and so on - He is that member with zero lines, but has fair screentime - Modelling and super popular - Tried acting bc "he is too good at everything" but failed (he is not too good, but too shy lol) - The loudest member - Variety shows love him thanks to his idiotism - He says he is the "cutie sexy" member of the team - Once a fan started crying in front of him at a fansign out of happiness and Mammon was so touched he started crying as well

LEVIATHAN - His nickname is Leviachan for a reason - Fans know how much of an otaku he is so they always buy him anime related stuff and LEVI IS TRULY HAPPY ALL THE TIME - He even post about his presents at twitter and ig - Does gameplay vlives - Also has a youtube channel where he uploads every kind of videos: gameplays, gameplays, anime reviews, manga recommendations, gameplays, videos about his Ruri-chan collection, gamplays... and more gameplays - Uploaded a video where he and Mammon tried to snake into Lucifer's room to film him while he is asleep, but got caught and Lucifer started to shout at them - He needed to deletet it bc Lucifer wanted to kill him for publishing it - Fans didnt reupload out of fear from Lucifer - Shy at fansigns but compfy with old fans and fansites - Doing cosplay - At the begining he was reather shy on stage, but since he got used to it... aegyo all the way - Loves when they promote in Japan - In variety shows when the mcs ask him about his hobbies he always ends up talking too much, so to others need to stop him - According to fans, he has e-boy vibes - He is the one who posts everything thats happening with them on twitter, so the fans really ALWAYS know whats up whit the guys - Once accidentally tweeted out their hotel room numbers and fans found them (Lucifer was hella angry)

SATAN - Mom of the group, even if he hates it - Like if Lucifer is the dad, no way that he is the mom - Also prince of the group - Has good vocals but can rap too - Writes lyrics - Started acting bc he was sure he is better than Lucifer - Won an award for his main role in a detective series - Has a whole collection of books bought by fans - Gets angry easily which is the reason why fans often mock and make memes about him - Reads the messages fans send him and replies; sometimes its only a heart, sometims its advice or kind words - Came up with the groups greeting - According to the other members fansites, he is so handsome that its hard to not take pictures of him - Thanks to this, all the others fansites have at least two posts about him - Fans going insane when he starts smiling - Plays the guitar - Multilanguage king - Cant do fanservice - Literally hates fanservice - Once in Weekly Idol, him and Lucifer needed to hold hands and say nice things to each other after the others told the mcs how awkward their relationship is - That was the worst moment in his entire life - Wanna do a solo album, but didnt have the chance yet (Diavolo promisd him tho) - He has th best fashion sense after Asmo - Has a cat in the dorm and the fans love it like its their own - He has a great memory, so he remembers the names of the fans who attended their fansigns at least two times

ASMODEUS - Main vocal of the group - Self claimed visual of the group - He posts the most, almost everyday - Loves doing make up - The most fashionable member - A big ass diva - Went to king of masked singer but didnt win it - Has a solo album - He loVES FANSERVICE, HE LIVES FOR IT - With members, with fans, it doesnt really matter - The best at fansigns, he is so direct - Hold hands with fans, gives hugs, let them touch him - On the groups YouTube channel, he has this special segment called "Asmo cam" - He shows whats happening in backstage during promotions - Designed their debut album's look - Also designed the lightstick - Complains to the stylists if he dislikes an outfit - MCing - Reads the fanfictions fans write about the group and teases the members with it - Doing shower vlives, where there is only voice, so the fans can hear him singing in the shower (he also brags about how beautiful he is and how unlucky his fans not seeing the full beauty of his body) - If a fan post about him saying dirty things, he will reply with even more dirtyer stuff - Most of his fans are hard stans

BEELZEBUB - Maybe i am headcanoning it wrong, but for me Beelzebub is a rapper - The only reason he is not part of the aegyo line bc he never does aegyo but naturally cute enough for fans to cry over his cuteness - He is so sad that fans mustnt give him food in fansigns, but Diavolo is against it out of fear of some antifan trying to poison them - Mukbang videos - Mukbang shows love and hate him at the same time - Eating everywhere and everytime - He even eats at the middle of concerts - Fans have a bunch of memes about him - According to fans, he is like a big puppy who must be protected by all costs - All cool and serious on stage, all cuddly and cutie off stage - Main dancer of the group, always helps with the choreographys - Has an own restaurant, where fans can buy his fav foods... And there is a lot of that - One of the sweetest bubs in fansigns, he is easygoing and thanks to this its not hard to talk to him - Fans dieing to see him take off his shirt, but it havent happend yet - In one of his birthday lives Mammon dropped his cake out of accident and HE WAS SUPER SAD - Most of his social media post are about food. What he ate, whats he wanna eating, what he recommends eating, notes to fans to dont forget to eat - Fans never tell him to dont forget to eat, bc they know he wouldnt - Fans ship him with Asmo and Belphie - Loves tours bc he can eat a lot of delicious food around the world

BELPHEGOR - Devil maknae - Makes fun of his hyungs, but loves them endlessly - Sleeps in backstage all the time; while his make up is done, while his hair is done, why waiting for rehearsal - Lucifer has the hardest time with him if it comes to practice - I mean, Belphie deadass can fall asleep the middle of some choreo - Didnt love doing agyeo, but fans are over the moon if he does, so he is doing it often - He doesnt have a fixed role in the group, sometimes he sings and sometimes he raps - One of the best dancers, but he is too lazy to show his full potential - He often falls asleep while doing vlives - Once in an ig live he told the fans that it doesnt bother him that they have haters, bc he hates the haters as well - He barely posts on social media; if there are pictures about him, they are mostly from the other members (especially from Beel) - He has a super big pillow he got from a fan to his birthday when he was still a trainee and this is his favourite pillow - He is the one with zero solo activity, bc if he has free time he reather sleeps than going to shoot something

Feel free to add anything that comes into your mind!

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frankpanioncube · 4 years ago

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Obey Me 60 Questions Part 2

Second part. First is here

Questions come from here

30 • Describe what is inside your MC’s school bag.

- Notebooks and textbooks as required, a change bag for her sports uniform and quite possibly a bag of crisps or a twinkie. Maybe for Beel. Ok - definitely usually for Beel, but she MAY fight you over the twinkie. (And has fought HIM over the twinkie)

31 • Describe their appearance (pic refs are ofc allowed).

- Petite extremely feminine individual . Winter’s definitely waifish in appearance but take a closer look and she has some muscle definition. There’s also the big stupid wings so more or less one’s eye goes immediately to that. She usually dresses in sports clothes - jerseys and track pants, trainers (She has a collection of human world sports jerseys she’s immensely proud of. Beel definitely doesn’t know who Manchester United are but he does think that one’s kinda hot.)

32 • What is your MC’s greatest fear?

- Her fall. She’s okay with the concept and if it means staying in the Devildom and getting to be with Beel, but she also has been made aware of how much it sucks and she wants to be strong enough to survive it. She’s afraid she may not be.

33 • Is your MC Lilith’s descendant? If yes, how did they react when they learn about it?

- Winter isn’t old enough to remember the celestial war anyway so while she appreciates who Lilith is/was to the brothers, Winter never knew her. She is interested to find out that Lilith is related to MC>

34 • Do they have a pet/animal? (No, the brothers don’t count) (I’m kidding right)

- Winter doesn’t own any critters but she is a literal magnet for Little D’s. They just kinda pile on her if she’s sitting. If you’ve ever seen that scene from Star Trek with Kirk and the Tribbles? Like that.

35 • What are their grades like? (In Devildom)

- Winter’s a very decent student. Her class ranking isn’t as high as Satan or Lucifer but she’s more often than not in the top ten. Her impressive keynote memory and language skills help with that.

36 • Do you think they have any other friends in Devildom aside the characters game? Or do they just stay with them?

- Winter still isn’t on GREAT terms with the rest of the Fangol team but Beel’s word is law there and if he says the angel is smart and has good strategies then so be it for them. Plus she buys rounds at game afterparties and can’t say fairer than that. (And in the Celestial Realm she’s pretty close with the Metatron actually. Like more or less you’re going to come across the voice of God sooner or later and they are pretty chill.)

37 • What is their favourite food? (Beelzebub is asking this)

- Winter would be hard pressed to name a favourite. She’s at least adventurous and Beel has taken her around. She likes a lot of it, she likes the human world stuff she’s tried, she likes what Luke and Siemon make...but perhaps she could say with some certainty that she very much appreciates popcorn with salt and butter. Wouldn’t turn it down almost ever.

38 • Do they have any specific talent? (artistic, random fact, etc)

- Winter can do ballroom dancing as well as ballet, tap and swing. She initially took the classes for agility training but she wound up enjoying it enough to keep going. It shocked the hell out of everyone at parties.

39 • Who is the person they rely on when not feeling well?

- It’s a rare thing, but although Beel is the first person to do everything for her (usually trying to make her eat) Mammon just gets clingy and apart from being a nice presence does nothing (who will then contract the sickness himself) It’s actually Siemon who gets anything worthwhile done as he’s actually aware of Angel physiology and can find the appropriate medications

40 • How did they decorate their bedroom in the House of Lamentations? I mean, the game’s MC bedroom is cool but we all know it need customisation. If your MC does not live with the bros, just describe their bedroom.

- Winter lives at Purgatory Hall. Her bedroom is - well, it was plain as white bread because as an Angel she’s not terribly materialistic but Mammon had a legitimate fit when he first saw it so he started bringing her (non stolen) little trinkets and how she has a very plain bedroom with little shiny things all over the dressers and nightstand. There’s also a picture of herself and Beel in a picture frame on the wall.

41 • Are they a heavy or light sleeper? How many hours of sleep do they get? Do they have insomnia or do they fall asleep easily? Just describe your MC’s sleep habits.

- Winter is a deep sleeper but has a pretty regular sleep schedule. She will take a nap after a particularly grueling game. More or less she goes to bed and wakes up with an alarm. This would be the reason that she makes Beel sit in HER lap as he gets himself up for snacks and won’t disturb her.

42 • What is your MC’s Devilgram username?

- WinterOlympics

43 • Does your MC have a part-time job during the exchange? If yes, where in Devildom?

- Winter’s too busy with Fangol to have a parttime job however she has once or twice filled in for Mammon at The Fall.

44 • How do they deal with the exchange program at first? Do they adapt easily in Devildom? Was it hard for them to be far away from the human world? Were they excited or in panic?

- Winter was nervous of course at first because being a part of the exchange program was supposed to be a ‘scare her straight’ punishment. So it started as nerves but immediately turned to joy and laughing about ‘what was I supposed to be scared of’? Winter’s dead set on staying with Beel and falling in the literal sense.

45 • Do your MC’s relatives/friends know they are in Devildom? How do they deal with their absence? Tbh I’m just wondering what is happening during the exchange program since in the game, MC didn’t really choose to be there.

- Winter feels that Heavenly Father won’t even realize she’s gone once she falls. Siemon laments that he understands her position but also he knows Lucifer and has come to terms with that situation...and is happy to have the exchange program opportunity to see him now. He feels the same way about Winter. Luke cried when he realized Winter isn’t going home with them but given his soft spot for Beel...well....Okay. If it’s Beel. And we can always visit.

46 • How do they feel when they have to leave Devildom for the first time after their first one year exchange?

- She didn’t. She was a part of round 2...and she stayed after that anyway.

47 • Describe your MC’s D.D.D: phone case, wallpaper…

- Just a regular plastic case to protect against dropping. Her wallpaper is of Mammon. Mammon also regularly changes names on her contacts list and takes pictures of himself to set as her wallpaper. Winter doesn’t use her phone nearly enough to care however she IS amused that Solomon consistently comes up as ‘The Avatar of Pacts’.

48 • How do they react to praise? How do they react to criticism?

- Winter is pretty humble (goes along with being an Angel) though she is proud and criticism results in her basically working HARDER.

Beel once commented offhand she was off her game during practice and it resulted in him being more or less slammed into a wall - not out of rage just she was trying to make up for her ‘slacking’. Winter takes her critique seriously because she feels that if someone needed to give it to her then she was lacking in whatever the criticism was for.

To that end it’s one of the reasons she’s very defensive of Mammon.

49 • What is their future goal? (it could be their actual goal [dont forget the tw spoiler], their dream job, any other wish they want for the future)

- Winter wants to stay in the Devildom. In fact she wants to fall (though her friends/partner aren’t SUPER enthusiastic about the plan...) However in terms of long term jobs she wants to be a translator and a professional Fangol player. (She’s got a decent shot at both actually.)

50 • Describe their perfume/scent.

- Beel insists she smells like cooking fire - he’s not wrong perhaps, she is underneath the glamour still a flaming wheel with eyes. Mammon says she smells like silver....it’s the name of the perfume he bought her.

51 • Did they ever commit a crime or have been arrested?

- She helped Mammon run away from some debtors at a Casino once....but she’s still an angel and hasn’t committed any infractions herself.

52 • (A bit TW??) Do they smoke? Do they drink?

- Winter doesn’t smoke or drink per-se. She doesn’t seek it out, at the very least. However she will occasionally partake in a cigarette if it’s offered (she won’t ask) and a cigar that one time (curiosity) and isn’t above having drinks at a party. Rarely does she over indulge but has had the odd time where she’s not paying enough attention and might have one or two more than is strictly necessary. There was only one time she drank to get drunk and that was when Solomon was cooking dinner and she had no way out, So she put enough alcohol in her body to choke down the food.

53 • Do they play a musical instrument?

- It’s a little embarrassing and on the nose for an Angel but she can play a harp.

54 • How do they see themselves? How do they want to be seen by others?

Winter has a fair amount of pride and she very much wants to be seen by others as strong. It affects the way she sees herself; she has a hard time asking others for help or assistance.- any small need to do something she can’t accomplish herself she views as a personal weakness. She also has kind of a white knight syndrome - she very much defends others to the death (see: ;Mammon) and feels a sense of accomplishment and pride when doing so. It’s both a good and a bad thing she IS a champion of the downtrodden but she’d do well to accept the help of others from time to time and also to let people fight their own battles.

55 • What was your MC like as a child? Did they have a happy childhood?

- When Winter was a young Angel of Luke’s age, she was pretty happy with her lot in life - but had a lot of questions. A lot of questions about the other two realms. And a lot of questions about Heavenly Father’s love...and some very unfortunate questions about the Devildom...

56 • Would they prefer to live forever in Devildom or come back/live in the human world?

- Winter very VERY much wants to stay in the Devildom. She is desperately in love with Beel and knows what it would mean to stay there. Even if Beel was out of the equation, she’d still want to stay. The exchange program gave her a best friend - something she never had and the options to have a career beyond ‘pull Heavenly Father’s chariot around all the time’ Honestly, if it wasn’t the Devildom, there’d be a pretty good chance she would have found some way to go live in the human realm. She had a bit of a human watching habit before any of this anyway.

57 • Did they ever get the chance to visit Celestial realm? If so, what do they think about it? Did they meet Michael? (Ofc it’s your personal hc since Michael never appeared in the game)

- Well...she does know that it’s a ‘you can never go back’ situation if she does get to stay in the Devildom...but Siemon’s pretty sure he can sneak her back in...possibly maybe. She definitely knows Michael pretty well. He’s the one who suggested the exchange program fixer to Heavenly Father anyway (Winter doesn’t know that)

58 • Do the pact marks appear on their skin? If yes, where are they? What do they look like?

- No pacts - again - Angel, but one time Mammon drew his sigil on her leg with a sharpie if that counts.

59 • What is your MC’s favorite music genre? Do they have any favorite band/singer? Favorite song?

- Winter is a HARD CORE METAL HEAD. In fact, if there’s a special skill, she can do a death metal growl. Beyond that however her preferences are mostly all over the place - she has a playlist that she gears towards her workout and so all of the songs are really varied - you have rap and death metal and some para para idol stuff - but the common denominator is that they have a really strong rhythm and bass line she can time her breathing to.

60 • Choose 4 pics that fit your MC’s aesthetic.

Have a one I looked up and a few I drew myself.

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dimensionwriter · 6 years ago

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Mechanical Heart

Part 2

Male Android x Female reader

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This is a lot easier to qrite for some reason. So yeah, here you go, a second part. I would link the first part, but Tumblr has been weird for a while. So just look up Mechanical Heart on my tumblr and you should find it.

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You stood outside of your and Axel's boss newly conjoined office. Your arms was holding together the ten very heavily worded contracts you had to sign and keep. You glanced at Axel to see that his screen was a dull shade if black, but you can't blame him.

"What do you mean we have to live together?" You yelled in shock almost launching yourself out of the cusion chairs. Daniel, your boss, let out a low sigh while rubbing his temple. The golden android next to him, as you were intorduced as Screw, put a hand on his shoulder and stepped forward.

"We would like to ensure the our workers get alone quicker in order to ensure quicker work efficiency. So we require that all humans and androids must live together for their first month, unless meeting one of the exceptions: Married, Dating, housing with family or roomates, or any mental reason," Screw explain in gold cursive writing on their face with a dark black background. Your eye twitched as the words scrolled down.

"That's so weird. I dont know him at all," you said jabbing a finger behind me at Axel who was standing off the side. Daniel's thick eyebrows scooped down almost covering his eyes.

"That's the reason why we are putting androids and humans together under the same roof, so they can gain experience with eachother and build trust faster," Daniel explained leaning forward on his hands crossed together. You gripped the leather chair harder within your grip.

"We didn't do this with humans. You just threw us together last mintue, so why do I gotta be shove together with this android?" you yelled angrily leaning forward and slamming your hand on the desk.

"Are you against spending time with an android?" Screw wrote in bold cursive with a shock emoticon on their face. You mouth dropped open at the accusation. You, a racisit or speciest!

You leaned back into your chair and placed your hand onto your throbbing head. "You know for a fact that is false. I could care less if he was an android or alien or even Satan himself, but I will not allow a stranger into my home where I'm the most vulnerable."

You peaked an eye open with your one eye in a harsh glare. Today was not your day, was it? You should have just stayed in bed.

"Androids are made to be program to not cause any harm to humans unless necessary," Screw said with the writing scrolling up their screen. You had to roll your eyes at that bull. Androids are more human like than robotic like, hence their ability to fit in better with humans. So if one of them wanted to hurt someone, you were sure they could.

"So, you must be rooming with Screw than?" You asked removing your hand away from your face to look at Daniel. Daniel slowly raised an eyebrow at your question. "I mean you were divorced two years ago and I haven't heard of you dating someone, so I am to assume you are going to be following this protocol too. Of course, setting the example as boss."

Screw's face went pitch white and Daniel's face went blank. Are they serious? They weren't planning on following the rule that they set in place.

"Well, we didn't deem it necessary due to us not having to work in the field," Screw said with black cursive writing in a small font that was almost impossible to read. But training as an dectective has made you more aware of things.

Like how Screw was glancing at Daniel as if to get confirmation. He didn't add a question mark to the end of that, but with his more tense body language, it was heavly implied.

"You know what. We are the boss and you shouldn't be arguing with us. You will take this contact and go through it tonight together. And if you decided not to, you may want to polish up that resume," he growled laying his huge hand flat against his desk with a glare on his face.

After three mintues of you silently strangling him in your mind, he let you leave their office with a stack of stupid paperwork.

"You okay Axel?" You asked glancing over at him. He didn't say a word the entire thing, but looking at him now. It was easy to tell that he was angry, probably more than you.

"I am made to follow orders and I will do so," he wrote in that grey times new roman, but looking close enough, the bottom of the letters had a small red gradient on it.

"Yeah, so am I, but that doesn't mean you can't be angry at it," you said looking down at the high stack of paperwork. You didn't feel like doing this, but you have to.

You felt a tap on your shoulder causing you to look up at Axel. There was words on his screen, but they disappeared. You didn't even get a chance to see what it was.

"We should go to the desk so you can put the papers down. The documents don't need to be damaged," he said in his boring font. Axel turned down the hallway and started marching. Here you go again?

Keeping up with him was a lot easier somehow. He kept at a fast pace, but not so fast that you had to run. And due to his large frame, he created a division in the crowd making it easy to walk.

He lead you to a door with the name plate Axel on it with some serial code underneath. Most newer robots don't have serial codes on them anymore, guess he must be an older model.

"So, this is your office?" You asked walking up beside him. His lifted his hand to the silver screen on the side of the door. He gently placed his hand onto of it causing a dim silver light to flood the screen.

A small gentle hissing sound caused you to look forward in time to see the door quickly slide away to reveal the inside.

The first word you could use to describe this office would be boring. It was a huge space, almost as big as your bosses' office. But the stark bare white walls made the room feel souless. It didn't help that there sat a lone desk in the middle of the room. It was a dark maroon wood desk but had the thickest layer of dusk ontop of it. When was the last time that thing has been used?

"It's our office space now." The way Axel showed the message was odd. He bent down infront of you while slowly rotating his body, so he walked backwards into the room. His screen still facing towards you.

"This room is so plain," you complain walking in. You hurried over to the desk before dropping the files onto it. A huge wave of the dust exploded into the air, instantly making it's way into your respiration system.

You bent over coughing while fanning away the unholy build up. Actually being inside the room made you realize that everything was covered in dust. And there were spider webs in all the corners. How could an android allow this to happen?

"Plain," Axel typed tilting his head. You found the movement to be kind of cute on him. It went against the whole bad boy vibes his clothes were giving off. "It has all the neccessities needed to do the job."

You looked down at the dirty and dusty desk infront of you that looked like it was about to snap under the weight of the pile of papers.

"You must truly be amazing to work with only this sad looking desk," you said putting your hand ontop of it. Only for it to creak under your weight. "This thing can barely hold anything. It looks to be made out of twigs."

He screen looked down at the desk that was now arched downward from your weight. "I do not require a desk to complete my work. I simply just store all my data within myself and send in documents by myslef."

That would make sense for an android to not need a desk or a computer. For him, this may be just simply decorations. But you're here now, so some things are gonna change.

"Axel, you said this is our office space, right?" You asked lifting your eyebrows trying to hold your grin down. Axel's screen remain black, but he nodded his head at your statement. "So, I am allowed to add things in here that would help my work."

A question mark quickly appeared on Axel's screen before disappearing. Your smile peaked through causing a small giggle to come through.

"Yes, but may I ask why?" The text came up slowly as if he was weary to ask you. You put your hand ontop of your mouth trying to stop your fit of giggle.

"I'm going to turn this into the best office known to any man or android," you declared slamming your palm on desk. A loud snap echoed through as the desk underneath you, broke and crumbled.

You expect the desk to be sturdy, so most of your weight was on the desk. You arm folded in with the desk causing you to sail forward. You glanced down to see the different wood poking out as you fell towards it.

A black matte hand gripped onto your shoulder. You let out a squeal of pain as the gripped tighten and jumped your body over the desk. He let go of you causing you to stumbled forward right into his chest.

So they decided to give an android a six pack. You wanted to wonder why, but you weren't complaining at the moment.

Part 3

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So this is the second thing I have upload today and I am proud of myself. Please comment om this about your feelings about this series. I feed off you guys comments, so please do commet on any of my writing. Anyway, hope y'all enjoyed.

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microsoftedgy69 · 5 years ago

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Goliath, part 1

[prologue]

-- tipsyGnostalgic [TG] began pestering tremoloTangible [TT] at 11:11 -- TG: yo TT: Hey, what’s up? TG: have u checked up on our tl lately TT: Depends. What century? TG: ours TT: Then no. I haven’t been there in several months. TT: Why?

TG: k so TG: the carapaces are still there right TG: and i sometimes check up on em to make sure theyre doin ok. get enough to eat etc TG: but theyve all been losin their shit lately and i mean its kinda hard to talk to em properly but i dont wanna beat around the bush here so im not gettin into that TG: theres been some concerning stuff happening on our good old earth al TG: my alternian is p rusty and my translator gave me some weird results here n there but im gonna send u an article abt it and trust that ur language pack can handle it -- tipsyGnostalgic [TG] has sent file ______.png --

You don’t have blood that can turn cold. You don’t have breath that can stutter in your chest. But some years ago, you were a human kid, and in this very moment, you remember perfectly how all these things felt.

TG: al

You reread the article. In your mind, your non-existent blood goes from freezing to boiling. You almost forget to switch your language pack to English when you reply to them.

TG: u still there TT: Yes. TT: Sorry. TT: She is turning Earth into a military base. TG: yeah thats what i was getting from it too TT: Hmm. TG: i dont like what that prob means 4 the carapaces TG: cant imagine shell give a shit about em yfm TT: Yeah. TG: idk abt ur part of the world TG: u said the apartment is underwater anyway aint it TT: It is, yes. TT: It’s still… I don’t know. TT: This might be silly. TT: But it’s still my home. TG: its not silly TG: this whole thing feels wrong TT: Yeah. TG: sooo TG: what do we do abt this TT: What? TG: we should b able to do something about this right TT: You wanna stop the Condesce? TG: ppl in other timelines have done it TT: That is correct. TG: we could do it TG: right TT: I have drafted a plan or two in the past. TG: o have u TT: I wasn’t sure if you were interested. TG: im pretty interested these days TG: the others not so much tbh but i cant blame em TG: theyre worried bc u know. i happen to be a lot less immortal than her or you TT: I’ve planned for that. TG: lmaooo TT: We’ll get you immortal and kill the Condesce, Rox. TG: man u rly are him huh TT: Told you.

Your name is Alan Strider. Sometimes, when you jerk awake at night, you are sure, one hundred percent sure, that Her Imperious Condescension is not done with you yet. Sometimes, when you sit on the deck of the boat you live on, recovering from nightmares, you think that she might come for you one day.

When that happens, you make plans.

You prepare.

It’ll be you who comes for her.

It’s you who’s not done yet.

i wanna hunt like david. i wanna kill me a giant man.

Roxy looks good when they come to meet you by your storage unit in Brazil. Grown up, you think, and determined. Nevertheless, something flickers over their face when you show them what's inside; when they lay eyes on the dismembered imperial drone you stole from your home timeline. You can relate. Your face doesn't show as much, but you feel the same every time you think about it.

You sit on scrap metal and talk about your plans. You have several, for different scenarios, and you accept what Roxy wants to change about them. The phrase Are you sure you want to do this is uttered back and forth a couple of times, before you both understand that yes. You're sure.

The way you end up agreeing on is simple enough -- if it works, you end up with a dead Condesce, a conditionally immortal Roxy, and a destroyed spare body of yours. If it doesn't, you have a list of other plans you can resort to. Stakes are high, but you've thought this through.

It's worth it.

So, you and Roxy get to work. You have to program the drone to go back home to mommy -- step one of the plan is both to find out her whereabouts, and to start coaxing her back to the planet she's having rebuilt. It might take a while, so it'll give you both time to… well, to gather up your things and make arrangements like pet care in your absence and telling your respective friends what's going on, you guess. You're not looking forward to this part of your masterplan, but you barely have time to think about it.

Anything that has you accessing an imperial drone's software is still prone to give you flashbacks bad enough to make your mechanical hands shake, so it's good that you have Roxy by your side this time. Practiced as you might be, they are still way better at this than you. You give them pointers to where they’ll find the parts of the programming you need to hijack, just to speed up the whole process, then you leave them be and go do your own work.

Roxy laugh-scoffed at the way your notes concerning the drone looked. When you disassembled it, you made yourself a map so you could put it back together, but it doesn’t look like something anyone else could ever decipher. It works for you, though. Part for part, the heap of metal starts resembling the huge beasts that almost killed the both of you on numerous occasions again.

“You wanna look over this before I finish it off?” Roxy asks eventually.

“I’m sure you did great,” you say, but you want to look over it anyway. You don’t get shivers down your spine now that you’re a robot, but you feel the sense of cold and dread in the back of your mind, going over the very program that made your lives hell, that both saved you and killed Dirk. Roxy reaches for your hand, and you take it. You exchange another We’re really doing this, huh? look, but nobody says it out loud anymore. You say, “Looks good.”

You captchalogue the finished drone, then transportalize back to Roxy’s part of your home planet, and release it. It’ll find its way back to the Condesce, and then promptly self-destruct, leaving in its wake only a message to goad her back to Earth. Once she’s made it back here, you’ll move on to the next part of the plan.

Until then, for now, you will wait.

Roxy hugs you before they disappear back to a different timeline’s Barcelona, and you disappear back to your boat in a different timeline’s Indian Ocean. Only once you are home and alone do you allow yourself to actually feel something.

Everything from Roxy messaging you to your feet hitting the deck of your yacht again happened without pause, your mind going on autopilot. Something was happening, so something had to be done in response, your plans had to be set in motion, there was no time to think about any of this. No time to fully realize what’s going on.

You stand there in the scorching evening sun of your current timezone, stare out at the horizon, and wait for the fear to come.

What hits you instead is cold, calculating, ready-to-maim anger.

You are not scared of her. Not when you know exactly what you’re going to do, where, how, and when you’re going to do it, to bring her down. You’ve been scared your whole life, and it’s enough, now. It’s enough. She’s taken your family from you, your childhood, your friends, your life as a human kid. If after all she’s put you through there is one person who has the right to destroy your home planet as well, it sure as shit should be you.

You square your shoulders, flex your hands, and refocus. You’ll have to talk to Alma to make sure you can time this coup just right to be back home for his big day.

And before that, after months and months of fighting it, you’ll have to tell your boyfriend that you’re doing the exact thing you promised him not to do.

There’s no going back now. You’ll make whatever sacrifices you need to end it once and for all.

#action post #posted ooc #goliath #:3c #big plot happenings. beeg plot happenings #if all goes well this'll have four parts #over the next............. month im guessing #oh (rubs my grimy hands together) i have such plans

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Qi Flows for Her

Chapter Four

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC x Bucky Barnes | Word Count: 8162 Warnings: Language, Angst, Languages which may or may not be correct

The next morning, Bucky and Steve left their adjacent rooms at the same time. When Bucky’s nightmares spiraled out of control, Steve was usually the only one who could calm him down, pull him out of them, or - if the worst happened - fight him off long enough for him to snap out of the HYDRA induced memories on his own. It made sense to have rooms close together and further from the rest of the team so as not to disturb the others.

This, in turn, had left them with a good chunk of the floor to themselves for even at a distance, one could usually hear Bucky scream. However, one of the only things Charles had stipulated with his offered X-Men was they be housed on the same floor. He hadn’t elaborated, only made it part and parcel of his acceptance.

As the X-Men now living in what had been fondly dubbed by the others as old man central was Celine, neither really minded.

Dressed for training, they walked with determined strides down the hall to her rooms where Bucky gave the door a firm knock. Without discussing it, they had come to the mutual decision to ensure she was included in all aspects of Avenger life, starting with the customary five am wake-up call which would see them through their early morning training prior to breakfast.

No one wanted to be thrown up on, so breakfast was always after the first round of spars. Later they would return to do whatever other training they wished, cardio or weights, go for a run or to the gun range, but first was sparing.

When no answer came at her door, Steve reached out and gave it a solid bang. “You think she’s a heavy sleeper?” Bucky shrugged. There was no noise from within the suite that he could hear at all. Finally, Steve called out, “FRIDAY, locate Celine Ena.”

“Lady Celine is in the training facility, Sir Rogers.”

Sighing, he exchanged a look with Bucky. “FRIDAY, who set your program to Asgardian?”

“Master Parker.”

“Revert to regular programming.”

“I cannot comply without Master Parker’s override, Sir Rogers.”

Bucky snickered softly. “Peter’s going to get his butt whooped, ain’t he?”

“Yes,” Steve grumbled.

Peter tended to pull these little pranks just before being out of the building for three or four days.

“At least the Asgard program isn’t as annoying as the gangster one he set her up with.”

Bucky nodded for listening to FRIDAY spout off in rap had been three days of hell. “Oi, FRIDAY, how long has Celine been up?”

“Lady Celine has been awake and in the training facility since zero three-thirty, Sir Barnes.”

“Jeez! What the hell?” he barked, astounded.

As one, he and Steve jogged toward the elevator, wondering just what had possessed her to be up so early. They got on in silence and off the same way, and turned toward the doors where Wanda stood gaping into the room.

“Wanda?”

“Shhh!” she hissed, waving them forward. “Look!”

So much excitement laced her voice they joined her with haste only to stare in amazement.

Celine stood balanced on one foot, her hands held before her. She stepped, sweeping down and up, the moves of Tai Chi becoming fluid and evident with each carefully placed footfall. Her hair was tied up in a messy knot at the back of her head, black flats matched the loose pants and high collared shirt she wore. The sleeves fluttered with the movements of her hands, but it was the radiance of her chi to which they all stared in awe.

For, floating around her when the action she went through had an animal in the name, the animal appeared in the glow of her chi. Tiger, snake, bird, horse, crane, monkey, all burst to life. It was an immense manipulation of power, yet she did it with relative ease, all while remaining serene. When she reached the end of her moves, she brought her hands up, allowing the chi to flow down, twist and twine around her.

It formed coils like a snake until the head dropped down and Steve gasped quietly.

A dragon made of glittering golden light surround her, it’s chin resting in the palm of Celine’s hand. The energy morphed, flowed, spiral up, and wings burst forth as a phoenix rose into the air, remained suspended for but a moment, before all her chi fell down, coating the woman wielding it in a radiant golden glow which faded back into her skin.

When Celine opened her eyes, they gleamed the same shining colour as her chi before they returned to amber. “Good morning,” she said softly.

Wanda was quick through the door, excitement evident in her swift strides. “That was… amazing!” she said, her hands twisting together. “I can do so much with my powers, but this… this was…” Wanda shook her head, unable to find the right words. “The animals were all so lifelike.”

Celine looked down at her hands where a ball of chi appeared. “It is not so difficult. A little practice and concentration.” A bunny sat, nose wrinkling, in the palm of her hand.

“What is their purpose?” Wanda asked.

She flicked the hand with the bunny outward, turning it into a tiger whose snarling mouth and sharp teeth were quite impressive. “Just because it is energy, does not mean it cannot be dangerous. The tiger will bite if I wish it.” Again her energy winked out, flowing back inside her. “But fighting with the animals makes it too easy to… lose the connection. I do not do it often.”

“So you can fight, too?” Bucky asked, striding into the room with Steve.

Celine tilted her head. “I can. I would make a poor X-Men if I were only good for my power.”

“Alright. Let’s see what you’ve got, doll face.” Bucky smirked as he moved toward the mats on the other side of the room.

Steve sent her a glance; one Celine returned full of cool, detached professionalism. It had him narrowing his eyes, but she only shrugged and followed Bucky.

“The animals, their detail, it gives you greater control, doesn’t it?” asked Wanda as she sidled up beside Steve.

“It does. I must have control at all times. It is essential to both my health and those around me.” She looked to Bucky and glided out onto the mats. “Rules, Sergeant?”

“Don’t hold back, and when I win, you don’t ever call me Sergeant again.”

Brow arching, Celine asked, “And if you lose?”

“I don’t lose.”

“Hypothetically then.”

He blinked for a moment, thinking. “I’ll let you help with my aura.”

The look of shock on Celine’s face had Steve’s brow arching. Just what did that mean?

“Very well.” Celine moved to face him, her body just slightly turned, and tucked one hand behind her back. “Begin.”

Bucky circled as Steve watched.

Celine remained still, unmoving. She didn’t even turn her head to keep him in view. Her lashes lowered, neatly shuttering her eyes. Her breathing was slow and deep. She appeared as if she were meditating, not preparing for battle.

When Bucky lunged, throwing a half-hearted punch, she simply flowed out of the way.

“You are not trying… Sergeant.” Celine smiled, placing both hands behind her back.

“Neither are you, darlin’,” Bucky smirked.

“Come at me then.”

The punches flew swiftly afterward, Bucky no longer holding back.

Steve and Wanda stood to the side, watching in amazement. He’d thought Celine fast last night, but here, now, she was lightening contained in flowing black clothes.

She moved like water, in and around, ducking beneath his friend’s flashing fist. Rarely did she throw a punch or strike, simply learning Bucky’s ways, forcing him to expend more energy in order to keep up with her. Once she slammed her elbow up into Buck’s armpit, making him grunt. Another saw her fist connecting firmly with his jaw, snapping Bucky’s head back.

Up to that point, Buck had been lenient when it came to his left arm, but the fist to his face had clearly stung. The wiring of the gears in his arm was a warning, yet, Steve did not see fear or concern on Celine’s face.

Her eyes lit up — excitement gleaming in the suddenly golden depths.

When Bucky threw the punch… she caught his fist. “Son of a bitch!” he hissed. “Not you, too?”

“The metal arm is quite impressive,” Celine smirked, stepping swiftly into his chest. She turned and threw Bucky over her shoulder.

He skidded across the floor and came to a stop at Steve’s feet.

“Well, shit.” Steve chuckled, holding down his hand to help Bucky up.

Celine stood in the center of the mats and smiled while she rocked up on her toes. “Give up… Sergeant?”

“Not on your life, doll. We’re just getting started.” He darted across the room.

Steve crossed his arms, shook off the shock, and began to actively assess Celine’s style. She fought with the skill of a Kung Fu master, but there was something strange about it. “Wanda? What do you see?”

“She’s channeling her power around her. Bucky isn’t missing his strikes. She’s… deflecting them. It’s brilliant.”

Hearing this, Bucky switched tactics. His flesh hand snaked out and closed around Celine’s throat.

Her eyes glowed a little brighter. She turned her body, grabbed hold of his wrist with her left hand, brought her right arm up and slammed her elbow into Bucky’s bicep. It jerked his friend forward and down, his grip on her throat failing. Her elbow connected twice more. Once with Buck’s neck, the other his ear. Twisting back, she kneed him in the solar plexus, shoved his head under the arm she still held and knocked him to the ground where she proceeded to kneel on his throat.

“Damn,” Steve muttered, impressed.

Celine had gone from her flowing Kung Fu into a Krav Maga move with little effort. Just how much did she know?

But Bucky wasn’t finished yet. His metal hand grabbed a fist full of clothing and threw her across the mats with a flick.

Celine rolled, getting quickly back to her feet. “You are quite good.” A smile flitted across her face.

Bucky smirked and gave a nod of acceptance. “So are you, Celine.”

She ran at him, her long legs eating up the distance, and Steve flinched for they were all familiar with the move. When she leapt up, intent on wrapping her legs around his neck, Bucky simply plucked her out of the air and dropped her on her back to the mat. He went with her, his heavy as hell best friend, laying his metal forearm across her throat and pinning her to the mats.

“Wrong move, doll. That's one of Natalia’s favorites.” Bucky smirked, sending Steve a nod.

“That’s the match,” Steve called.

“Are you certain… Captain?” Her eyes gleamed wickedly when she balled up her fist and slammed it into Bucky’s ribs. The blow was enough to knock him off her.

“I said match!” Steve bellowed, striding onto the mats.

“Only because you assumed I had lost,” Celine said, getting gracefully to her feet.

“I called the match because I knew he’d lost!” Steve snapped, heading toward Bucky who still had yet to get up. “He can't keep up with you right now.”

“What?” she gasped, turning to look. “Bucky!” Celine landed on her knees beside him.

“Bucky, you okay, pal?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, yeah. Caught the same ribs,” he grumbled, holding his side.

“You sparred with me… while injured…” she whispered, horrified.

“S’okay, doll face. Took a bullet a while ago. Ribs are still tender.” Bucky shrugged.

***

“Tu es un homme stupide! Comment pourriez-vous être si arrogant? Je pourrais vous blesser sérieusement!” The stream of French poured from Celine’s lips as she shoved Steve out of the way to wrench Bucky’s shirt up. (You foolish man! How could you be so arrogant? I could have seriously hurt you.)

“Pas besoin d'appel de nom, Celine,” Steve grumbled. (No need for name calling, Celine)

“You speak French?” she gasped.

“Oui. Si tu me voulais sortir de mes vêtements, ma chérie, tu devais juste demander.” Bucky smirked at her. (Yes. If you wanted me out of my clothes, darling, you just had to ask.)

“Shut up, Barnes.” She slapped his hands away as she jerked his shirt up to see the mess of bruising around his ribs. “I did this…” she whispered sadly.

“Nah, doll. I took a bullet. You may have pissed them off some, but it’s fine. If not you, then Steve there would have put a fist or foot into them later.” He shrugged as if it were nothing.

But it wasn’t nothing. Not to her. “Ní bheidh an chúis pian liom deireadh,” she whispered.

“Huh?” Bucky asked.

“Nothing,” she cleared her throat and ignored the way Steve frowned at her. “Hold still.”

“Why?”

Celine lifted a hand and set the glowing appendage over his ribs. She closed her eyes, turning internal to focus on the energy living in her heart chakra. She drew it forth and sent the healing into Bucky causing the color around her hand to shift to a soft green and spread out over his skin before sinking in.

When the black and purple bruises faded, she lifted her hand, let the glow wink out, and weaved slightly as she slumped back on her heels.

“Celine!” Steve grabbed her by the shoulders.

“I’m fine. Headrush.” She batted her hand at him.

“What… what the fuck?” Bucky gasped, hand going to his unmarked side.

“Good to go, Barnes.” She patted his knee before pushing to her feet to walk away. Her wrist was captured in an unbreakable, cold grip. The metal hand of the soldier was not going to allow her to leave.

“What did you do?” Bucky demanded.

She sighed. “Healed the damage I inflicted.”

“You healed a hell of a lot more than that. Are you going to be alright?”

She shrugged. “I will live.” She would renew her chakra point later with mediation. Feeding would help, but she doubted whether they would allow her to leave to do so, and knew they would insist on going with her if they did.

“Celine,” he growled, a warning in his voice and eyes.

“I will live,” she stated firmly. “Remove your hand.”

“Make me,” he snarled.

“Bucky.”

They both glanced at Steve. “Celine is perfectly capable of telling us what she needs when she needs it. I trust her to do so.”

Stunned, she stared at Steve before looking away. “Thank you, Captain.”

“It’s Steve, Celine. If I have to go my own round with you to get you to use it, I will.” His eyes were amused when she looked up.

The soft colours of his aura and the kindness which seemed to be innately inherent in him made her smile. He was a good man, right to the core.

“Thank you… Steve.” She looked at Bucky and arched a brow.

“When you want me?” he asked, releasing her wrist.

“Want you for what?”

“I lost. Guess that means you get to play in my aura.” He rolled his eyes.

“No.” She shook her head.

“What the hell you mean, no?” Bucky scoffed.

“I can’t help you if you don’t want help.” She turned on her heel and walked away. “When you wish my help, I will give it. For now, I am content.... Bucky.” She smiled at Wanda who seemed delighted with the way she had disconcerted both super soldiers. “If you wish to join me for meditation, I can assist you in finding further control of your power.” Though the woman had helped Stark manipulate things the night before, Celine could see how much it upset her to do so. It would not hurt to assist Wanda in mastering a few skills.

“I would.” Wanda nodded.

Tilting her head, Celine glided from the room. “Stark. Romanoff. Sam,” she murmured as she left, walking past the three of them standing in the doorway.

***

Looking to Bucky, Steve made a small motion with his hand.

Bucky nodded, turning to get the others moving as Steve jogged out after Celine. He hadn't liked what she'd said. His Gaelic may be rusty but to hear her say the pain she caused would never end had been heart-rending.

She was just getting on the elevator when he caught up.

“Hold up.” He got on with her, ignoring the way she sighed. “What you did back there was pretty impressive.”

She shrugged but kept her head down.

“Celine.” He stepped into her, reached for her chin, and tilted it up. “You didn’t have to run off. You could stay, spar with some of the others if you want. I’d like a go,” he said with a grin.

A smile twitched her lips. “Such boys.”

“Yeah, well.” He shrugged. “Don’t run away, Celine.” A curl had fallen from her messy knot which he tucked back behind her ear.

“Next time. I am tired, Steve. It has already been a long morning.”

“Why were you up so early?”

“I was tuning you all out. It takes time and silence.” She looked at him questioningly.

“We stopped by your room. FRIDAY told us.”

“Ah, the slightly archaic but polite AI. I met her.”

Steve shook his head. “She doesn’t usually sound like that. Parker tends to play pranks.”

“The tricky little spider did that?” she chuckled. “He is much like my students at the school.”

“You were a teacher?” The information surprised him. He hadn't known that. “Of what?”

“Languages and history. I also taught meditation and self-defence to those brave enough to spend time with the school’s resident vampire.” Scorn laced her tone.

“The way you fight’s pretty impressive.” He pressed the button for the floor with the team’s community spaces, determined to keep her talking when he realized they were just standing in the elevator.

Celine relaxed into the wall and shrugged. “It was Charles’ idea. I had issues with control when I was younger.” She looked away.

The doors slid open, and Steve took her by the hand, causing her eyes to dart up when he drew her toward the kitchen. “So, he taught you Kung Fu?” he asked, smile a little wry.

Celine chuckled but nodded. “Not Charles, but yes, he had someone teach me. The disciplines behind Shaolin Kung Fu, the Zen, the Buddhism, it all helped me learn to control myself. Control is essential. I added on from there.”

“No going hog wild for you then?” he teased lightly, heading for the coffee pot. When silence was his answer, he looked up only to find her eyes glazed, memories flitting behind them as devastation coated her face.

“Celine?” he called cautiously, moving toward her.

Tears had gathered on her lashes by the time he’d taken the three steps he needed. “Celine, baby. Come back, darling.” Cupping her face, he gently stroked his thumbs over her cheeks.

Her hands wrapped around his wrists, an action he felt right to the core. “Steve?”

“Yeah, Celine. I’m here.”

Her breath hitched. “Did I… hurt anyone?”

“You were only gone seconds, sweetheart. Does that happen a lot?” He’d seen it before with Bucky when the memories and terrors of HYDRA drew him back in.

“Not anymore. Not in forever. What are you doing to me?” she whispered, fear in the words.

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

“You shake my foundations — you and Bucky. I haven’t had a flashback in years. Now, twice in less than twenty-four hours.”

So much fear filled her voice it physically hurt his heart. “I don’t know, Celine. But I’m here, we’re here if you want to talk about it.” He drew her in, wrapped his arms around her back and held on tight. The stiffness in her posture told him hugs where not something she was used to. It only made him hold her tighter.

“Steve… I still can’t be your friend,” she murmured, even as her arms went around his waist and her head landed on his chest.

He chuckled softly.

They’d see about that.

***

A few days later the team stood before the quinjet, waiting on Celine. The call had come in and the mission was a go. Take out a Hydra base and retrieve what intel they could.

Steve looked at the gathered Avengers and felt nervous for the first time in … years.

Celine, Tony, and Nat had formed a wary sort of truce. Tony, unbelievably, trying harder than even Steve had expected.

Apparently, Celine wasn’t just languages and fighting. She had enough tech nerd in her to speak Tony’s language. She wasn’t a hacker by any means, but she liked his lab and asked - according to Tony - not entirely stupid questions.

The rest had gotten on board and been much more accommodating. Celine had seemed to develop a bit of a kinship with Wanda. He couldn’t call it a friendship, not with how she protested about having friends, but they shared similar powers and had bonded over them. Celine’s ability to so thoroughly manipulate her chi had intrigued Wanda. The control Celine exhibited when she used it was effortless, something the Scarlet Witch longed for.

Working together, Wanda was making progress. It made her happy, which made Vision happy. He had no qualms about Celine at all. His polite and casual nature the easiest to get along with.

Sam and Scott had taken to teasing Celine, all in good fun of course, and she seemed to revel in the attention. Both treated her as if she’d been with them for years instead of days. Their easy acceptance had drawn her in and drawn peels of laughter from her at regular intervals.

Thor, big, boisterous, booming Thor, was having the hardest time. He was so determined to make friends; he was disconcerting her a little. His bigger than life ways had finally forced Steve to draw him aside and tell him to tone it down, an action which had caused the big blond to brood something fierce.

Peter’s return had brought forth the side of Celine he figured was her teacher side, for when Peter - the little spider as she called him - whined about his history homework, she’d been more than happy to assist.

But with the approach of this mission, she’d withdrawn again, preferring to spend her evenings alone no matter how hard he and Bucky had tried to coax her out.

When the doors opened, he and Buck looked up together.

Both were kitted out in their standard gear. Steve’s suit the stealth one for this evening mission. Bucky’s arm hidden beneath the sleeve of his black shirt, chest covered with the vest sent from Wakanda.

T’Challa had heard of Bucky’s injury and had a new vest made; this one lined fully with vibranium. There wasn’t a weak point in the design a lucky shot could slip through, even though both he and Bucky had assured the King of Wakanda it had been a complete fluke of a shot.

When Celine walked through the doors, they swallowed reflexively. Her dark suit, standard issue for all X-Men it seemed, fit her like a glove. A belt rode low on her hips, the X symbol seated in the center. Her hair had been pulled back in a low tail, sending the length cascading down her spine. Boots laced from ankle to knee appeared like lower leg armor with how the black leather gleamed.

But it was the lack of weapons which made them both frown.

“Ain’t you going a little light there, doll?” Bucky asked.

A smile, sharp and deadly, graced her face. “I don’t need weapons. I am the weapon.”

Her predatory look had a few of them stiffening, but Steve only cocked a brow. “If you say so, Celine.”

As the others piled onto the jet, Bucky took Celine by the elbow. “Tell me what to expect?”

“I already have.” She shook her head.

Tensions had been a little thick between the two of them since her spar with Bucky. Steve knew it was simply Bucky's protective side sandpapering across Celine’s independence, but he needed them to get it together before he sent them off on their own.

It was a weird feeling, partnering with someone besides Bucky. They knew each other like extensions of their own bodies. But Buck had made it perfectly clear he was going to have Celine’s back this first mission. Out of all of them, himself included, Bucky was the least phased when Celine did something supernatural.

The rest stopped to stare. Buck just kept on moving.

She'd been here four days.

He was pretty sure his friend was falling hard for the newest member of the team. It made him sigh in regret for Steve was developing his own feelings for the slightly broken beauty.

Neither of them had said a thing to the other, and neither would say a thing to Celine. Both had made the unspoken choice to keep those feelings locked away. Tightly away from the woman who could read auras and emotions. She didn't need the pressure when she was so shaken at the prospect of being friends.

“Celine, once more for the old guy. They say hearing and memory are the first things to go,” Steve said with a smirk.

“Don't go starting something I'll have to finish, punk,” Bucky snickered.

“Jerk.”

“Both of you are idiots,” Celine sighed. “Short version. I will give Stark his demo.”

“Looking forward to it, vampira!” Tony called.

She rolled her eyes. “Then, no matter what you see or hear, you do not touch me, Barnes, and you stay out of my way.”

“And if he gets in your way?” Nat called out from beside Sam.

“I may just eat him,” Celine crooned, eyes glowing softly.

Clearing his throat, Steve motioned for all of them to get moving, wondering just what it was about those words that they could have turned him on so strongly.

***

Steve had hand-picked the team for this mission, but Bucky wasn't too happy with it.

Nat, Wanda, and Sam were going to be dealing with Intel. Tony was flying the perimeter with Vision. He, Celine, Steve, and Peter were tasked with clearing the base. Thor had been called back to Asgard, Scott was doing something for Pym, and Clint was back home, for the time being, so they were a little short-handed.

It was a big base. A weapons facility housing some of HYDRAs newest designs. It was an important target, but he still didn't like it.

In the farthest corner, slightly darkened in shadow, Bucky sat brooding. Torn between having Steve's back and having Celine's, he’d chosen someone other than Steve for the first time… ever. It left him conflicted. If something happened to Steve while he was looking after Celine, he'd never forgive himself.

“Bucky?” Celine’s hand landed lightly on the back of his when she sat down beside him.

“Yeah?” he looked up and fell into amber eyes.

“Go with Steve.”

“No.”

She smiled sadly and touched his face. Her eyes gleamed. “Yes, it's what you need. Go with Steve and Peter. I work best alone.”

“Not happening, doll face,” he said with a shake of his head.

The colour of her eyes brightened as her hair darkened. “Yes… you will.”

A foggy feeling filled his head, and he jerked from her hold, anger written on his face. “Don't.”

“Bucky…”

His hand snaked to the back of her neck, clammed tight and jerked her close. His whisper was low and harsh with hurt and anger. “After I stood up for you, after what I told you in the park, you dare sneak into my head? That's fucked up, Celine. I don't know what shit you're trying to pull but stay the hell outta my mind.” He released her with a little shove.

Shame coated her features, and her hand fell to his chest. “I… forgive me, Bucky. You're hurting. I… I… can't stand it. Being the cause of your pain.” She bit her lip.

“Damn it, Celine,” he sighed. “I'll be fine. Steve will be fine. I ain't so sure about you.”

“Please go with Steve,” she pleaded softly. Eyes downcast she whispered, “I don't want you seeing… me.”

“Why are you so scared of yourself?” he asked, gently lifting her chin.

“My nature…” A tear glistened on her lashes.

He swept it from her cheek when it fell. “Your nature is only a piece of you. Only a part. I'm not scared of you, Celine.”

The jet touched down.

She got slowly to her feet, sorrow coating her before her entire demeanour changed. Lifting her head, it was like her face froze over. “You will be.” The ramp at the back of the jet opened, and Celine walked out.

“Buck? Everything alright?” Steve asked.

“I don't know, Steve. Ask me again when this is over.”

They followed Celine into the forest until she stopped short of the treeline. From the ridge overlooking the base, they studied the layout of this hidden HYDRA fortress.

“Kinda wish we had Bruce,” Sam muttered.

“He was worried he'd bring the whole mountain down,” Nat said.

“What’s the play, Celine?” Steve asked.

She pointed. “Four towers, four guards.” She walked to the cliff's edge. “We’re too far away. I need to be closer.” Before anyone could stop her, she walked off the edge of the cliff.

“Celine!” Bucky darted forward only to watch her land lightly in the snow roughly twenty feet down. “Jeez, woman!” Rolling his eyes, he stepped off after her, swiftly followed by the rest, as those who couldn't make the jump were assisted by those who could.

Peter swung down and landed beside Celine. “Wow! You just stepped off! So cool.”

Even now he made her smile. “Promise me, little spider, you will stay out of my way. I have not gotten you fully tuned out yet. I don't want to hurt you by accident.”

“No problem, Celine!” He was gone in a swing of webbing.

Close enough to see the first tower, Celine paused to wait for the others. In the heavy twilight of evening, she let her nature change, let herself become Styx.

When they arrived, she did not turn around. “Your demonstration, Stark.” She lifted her hand and closed her eyes. “Tell me now, what is my level of force?”

“Huh?” Tony asked.

Sighing, she said, “Incapacitate or Kill?”

“Incapacitate, always, as long as it won't leave you vulnerable,” Steve stated.

“Hm,” she hummed, lifting the other hand.

Celine blew out a breath, inhaled slowly, and closed her fists. Qi flowed in sparkles like icy snowflakes through the air to wrap around her hands. It hung there, glowing, before falling to the ground and disappearing into the snow, back into the energy of the earth with her lowered arms.

“Celine?” Bucky asked, moving closer.

“They are down.”

When he stopped directly behind her, he murmured, “Why didn't you feed?”

“Can't. No emotion. They were too calm.” She shook her head.

“Then let's stir things up for you, vampira!” Tony chuckled.

“Let the others get in position first, Tony,” Steve warned him.

“Yeah, yeah,” Tony grumbled.

Sam, Wanda, and Natasha all darted away, heading for the fence line.

When they glanced her direction, Celine turned her face away, keeping her eyes downcast and heavy-lidded.

Bucky frowned and took her by the elbow. “Dollface?”

“I’m fine,” she huffed, pulling her arm free. “What did I say about touching?”

He lifted his hands in surrender. She was so stiff; she looked ready to break while they waited.

He glanced at Steve, watched the man frown, clearly concerned, but all Bucky could do was shrug. Once it was all over, then and only then, would he be able to prove his words to Celine. Prove he saw her no differently now that he’d watched her work.

“In position,” said Sam.

“Let’s go, doll.” He turned to look at Celine, only to find her gone. “Fuck!” he hissed, following her tracks in the snow.

He stumbled to a stop when he found her. “Celine!” he hissed.

She was standing in the middle of the damn road, staring up at the gate.

“This is how I work, Bucky.” She turned her head to look at him, and his heart stuttered. The goddess from the lake was back. “Stay out of my way.” Her voice seared through him, bled power, made him ache.

Jerking himself back, he nodded. “Do it.”

She tilted her head, a smirk twitching her lips as she reached behind her and pulled the band from her hair. The long chestnut locks had already darkened, but they turned into sleek coils sparkling with stars once released. She snapped the band around her wrist and walked into the lights from the gates.

A spat of Russian was barked at her. “Kto tam? Kto ty? Halt!!”

…Who goes there? Who are you? Halt!...

“Skazhite mne, deystvitel'no li vy byli khoroshimi lyud'mi?” Her voice rippled on the air and seemed to pulse with power and life. The glow around her intensified.

… Tell me truly, have you been good men?...

“Ostanovites', ili my budem strelyat' v vas!”

…Stop, or we will shoot you!...

She laughed.

The sound sent trepidation screaming down his spine as Bucky moved through the trees, shadowing her. Her next words sent ice through his veins.

“Then shoot me.”

They opened fire.

Her hands swept up, the golden light of her barrier deflecting the bullets. She continued forward, striding into the danger as if she were walking through Central Park. Her hips swayed, and her hair billowed out behind her in a cloud of night. He couldn’t see her eyes, but he knew they would glow. Her pace quickened, and she broke into a run allowing her to leap straight up to the catwalk, well over fifteen feet in the air. Her shield shrank down to inches from her skin, and she grabbed the closest guard.

Bucky watched as she dragged him in, holding his arm down while the man unloaded his weapon at her feet. He hadn’t known what to expect when it came to feeding, but when she pulled the man in, tilted her head, and opened her mouth inches from his, Bucky hadn’t expected it to look like a lover’s embrace. If not for the people running, trying to shoot her, or the screaming, he would have been strangely aroused by the whole thing.

She dropped the first guard, licked her lips like she’d eaten something delicious - sending a shot of heat straight to Bucky’s groin - and turned to face the others. This time when she reached out, the golden chi flowed to her in streams laced with reds and blacks. In seconds the five men on the gate were down.

She looked to where he stood stunned. “Coming, soldier?”

“Yeah,” he smirked, seeming to surprise her. He ran up the hood of a nearby truck, gave a heave of effort, and landed behind her with enough force to shake the structure. Explosions and gunfire were coming from everywhere, but Bucky only had eyes for her. “Shall we… Styx?”

A predatory smile appeared, one that flashed a set of wickedly sharp canines. Had she always had fangs?

“As I’m doing all the work… it would be nice to get a hand.” She sauntered away, her ass looking spectacular in those tight pants.

He was so turned on; Bucky had to fight not to react physically. “Just making sure you ain’t hungry, doll face before I start shooting people.”

A hand flicked in the air, dismissing him soundly. Her sultry voice called back, “I am satiated for the moment.”

He shot the man coming out the door, the bullet singing past her ear.

She stopped, turned, glared at him.

Bucky smiled and shrugged.

“And if you’d missed?”

“Darlin’, I don’t miss… ever.” He winked at her.

Rolling her eyes, she slammed through the door, the golden light of her barrier going before her. A hard crash and groan were heard as she took out the guards waiting, throwing them into the walls.

“But if you had?” she quipped.

“You’re all glowy, Styx. Ain’t worried about clipping you with a bullet.” He whipped his arm up, deflecting the bullets aimed at him, shot three rounds back, and continued on, following her out into the main facility.

Celine gave her wrist a flick and her shield extended to encase Bucky.

He shivered when her chi passed over him. It was stupid how turned on he was. How ridiculously sexy he found her at this moment. “Can I shoot through this?”

“Hm,” she hummed, leaning on the railing to glaring at the weapons on the floor below. “Only if you wish to blow us up. Look.”

Bucky looked down and swore. “Fuck.” He brought his hand to his ear. “Steve! We’ve got a problem.”

“What’s that?” Steve’s voice was as calm as ever.

It made him feel better. Steve wasn’t struggling; his breathing wasn’t laboured, meaning whatever he was facing was minimal work for Cap.

“We gotta shit ton of WMD’s in here. Some seem chemical in nature.” A few of the bigger shells had containers in the middle filled with a grey fog.

“Damn it,” Steve hissed. “Any ideas?”

“Celine’s up to something. Stand by.”

Beside him, Celine had already pulled out her phone and was taking pictures. “Hold this. Answer it when he calls.” She handed Bucky her phone, walked a few paces away, and lifted her hands. She appeared to connect with every person within the space of the warehouse and then pulled.

Chi of all colours flowed into Celine, wrapping her in a rainbow. It was beautiful and a little terrifying when Bucky looked away, only to watch a handful of bodies fall. They all just… slumped to the ground, no resistance, just down as if they’d been hit in the head.

“Wow,” he muttered, sliding his finger over the phone when it buzzed in his hand. “Yeah?”

A beat of silence came before the person on the other end of the phone said, “I’m looking for Celine?”

“She’s busy. I’m Bucky.”

“Ah, the Winter Soldier.”

“Former,” he grumbled, watching as Celine slowly inhaled. She seemed to grow darker as she did, her hair becoming a veil of night, her nails growing into talons, but damn if she didn’t become even more beautiful.

“Hm, indeed. Hank McCoy. They call me Beast. Celine sent some interesting pictures.”

“Any idea what we’re dealing with?” he asked, heading for the stairs to get a closer look.

“Chemical weapon, for sure. I’d need to get a sample to tell you what kind.”

“We can do that.” He weaved through the tables, approaching the gas canisters.

Appearing at his side, Celine held out her hand. “Hey, Blue Boy,” she smirked when Bucky handed back the phone.

“Beauty, you keeping them Avengers in line?” he chuckled.

“You know it, Beast.” She glanced at Bucky.

He only arched his brow. “Beauty and the Beast?”

She shrugged. “Standard collection?”

“Anything and everything you can get your paws on, Celine.”

“Gotcha.” She hung up the phone and tucked it away.

“Standard collection?” Bucky asked.

“Not the first time I’ve come across things of a... curious nature. I collect what I can and take it back for Hank to sort through. Between him and his staff, they’ll figure it out.” She glanced his direction and took a step away from him.

Saying nothing, even though he wanted to, Bucky began searching through the shit on the table, working his way down all the weapons. “Damn, there’s a lot.”

“They radiate death,” Celine murmured, hand hovering over the tops.

“You can tell?”

“Hm,” she hummed, nodding.

“Nat,” he said, hand going to his ear. “You in those files yet?”

Gunfire came back through his com before she muttered, “Working on it!”

“We got some kind of chemical weapons here. You need to get everything you can.”

“Don’t I always?” she sniped.

Bucky headed for the structure which looked rather office-like in the center of the warehouse.

“We’re circling around to you,” came Steve’s voice.

It didn’t surprise him Cap would want to see what they’d found for himself. Bucky started digging through the papers and pulled free a few which looked promising. Finding a notebook in a drawer full of test notes, he swore again when he figured out what they were dealing with. “It’s aimed at mutants.”

“Huh?” asked Steve, jogging through the door.

“The chemical compound. It’s aimed at mutants. Does something to the gene.” He held up the notebook. “I don’t understand enough of the medical jargon to get more than a gist.”

Looking past Bucky, Steve frowned. “Where's Celine?”

“She was right… fuck!” Bucky snapped. “She needs to stop doing that!” He tucked the notebook away and picked up one of the shells as he went. “Some guy named Hank wants them.”

“Hank McCoy. Bruce equivalent except he's permanently blue and furry, not green and angry,” Celine called from her perch on top of a tank.

“Whatcha doing up there, doll?” Steve called.

“Leaving a parting gift.” She held up the string of explosives.

“That a smart idea?” Bucky asked, following Steve up to crouch across from her.

“I've already set another string under the gas canisters. Get Stark to launch a few of those missiles of his, and there will be enough heat and flame to destroy everything.”

“You sure?” Steve questioned.

“Hank texted me.”

When Peter swung down, landing on the edge of the tank, Celine jerked away, causing her hair to fall forward and hiding her face from view.

“Wow! Celine!” Still, Parker’s voice held a wealth of reverence.

“Thought I told you to watch the doors?” Steve said.

“Yeah, yeah. You guys were just taking forever.” Peter bent to see her clearer. “I cleared out all the people Celine took out. Figure we'd be blowing this place sky high.”

She tucked her face farther down. “Let's go then. Tony can set these off once we're out.” She turned away from Peter and jumped off the side of the tank, an action which put a good chunk of distance between them.

“Parker, over the roof if you would,” Steve commanded.

Peter snapped to and nodded. “Yeah, sure thing, Cap.” He was gone in a sling of webbing.

Bucky exchanged a glance with Steve. “Puppy.”

“Completely,” Steve smirked. “Though you can't blame the kid.”

They stepped off the tank and jogged after Celine.

She was striding out the main exit when her hands came up in a blinding flash of power, deflecting the sniper's bullet at the last second. “Damn it! We missed one!”

Separating to either side of the door, Celine ended up beside Steve. “Eyes on the sniper? Anyone?”

“Not outta the building yet,” said Natasha.

“Dealing with something,” Tony remarked.

“I am dealing with the same something,” came Vision’s calm voice.

That could be just about anything at this rate, but there were an awful lot of explosions going off.

“I have him,” Celine said, her eyes coming open as she rounded away from Steve and charged out the door.

“Shit!” barked Steve.

“Fuck!” swore Bucky.

“Celine!” hollered Peter. He was swinging off the roof before anyone could stop him, heading straight for Celine.

***

She looked up. “No!”

The sniper's attention shifted from her, turned to Peter, and fired. The bullet slammed into the little spider’s side and sent him crashing to the frozen ground.

Rage washed through her, residual from all the power she’d absorbed mixed with her own at seeing the sweet boy fall. “No!” Celine screamed, feeling the pain and terror of Peter, the one person she hadn't tuned out fill her as if it were her own.

Her power whipped up, swirled and circled as she threw her arms into the air, commanding, “Bring him to me!”

The dragon, the most powerful of her creatures, rushed away in a whisper of wind. It's giant maw opened but no sound emerged. The glow lit up the compound as the twisting writhing body flew over it, streaking up the side of the mountain like a comet. It circled and swooped, diving for its prey. A scream rent the air when the taloned hands of her dragon snatched up the sniper.

Swinging around and down, it returned, dropping the man in the snow before Celine. The dragon landed behind her, its coils writhing, kicking up snow, talons digging furrows in the ground. Made of only her energy he was quite transparent, yet he still struck fear into the hearts of those around her.

When she glided through the snow toward the terrified soldier, she unleashed the full fury of Styx upon him. Power rushed through her, lines of chi in shimmering colours of red and black, gold and white spun out, surrounding them in a cage no one would be coming through. The black lines slammed into the ground and erupted out beneath the man who’d shot Peter to lift him into the air.

“You would kill an innocent? Take the life of a boy!” she howled with rage, and the scream of the underworld seemed to roar with the voice of death.

His fear was complete. His terror so strong she could taste it on her tongue.

“The river of life flows through me.” Beckoning him forward, she drew him down until he hovered inches before her upturned face. She tugged the mask and helmet from his head, took his chin in her hand, and lifted his head up, so he was forced to look in her eyes. His were a murky brown full of fear which shifted swiftly into awe.

“What is your name?” she asked whisper soft.

“Al-Alexi…” he whimpered.

Celine caressed his cheek. “You stand at the crossroads, Alexi. At the doorway of death. Show me your life. Have you been a good man? Or did you do evil? What innocence have you taken?”

His aura shifted, darkened, showed the evil of his life, his depravities, the people he’d killed and how he’d enjoyed doing so.

“You are unworthy of this life!” she hissed, eyes blazing. “Do better in your next one!” Celine opened her mouth and drained him dry, pulled every ounce of chi from his body, while the screams of the underworld raged on the wind.

Darkness ripped an opening between the living realm and the dead, a river winding away into the land of night, and Celine lifted her hand. Her light held the darkness at bay, kept the things which should not return to the land of the living from spilling out into the world. With her opposite hand, she slammed her palm into Alexi’s chest and sent his soul through the doorway to find safe passage back into the river of life where, in time, he'd be reborn.

The doorway closed, the corpse dropped at her feet, and she snapped her hands out, releasing the cage and drawing her power back into her body.

The silence sounded too loud when she turned and started toward the form of Peter whose blood marred the snow beneath him.

Steve and Bucky stared at her, stiffening as she came closer. Their reactions seared pain through her heart and cleaved a new wound in her soul. But it was Peter, holding out his hand weakly, the fear in his aura screaming at her, who broke Celine in two.

“Peter, I can help you,” she said, stopping when he cringed away.

“NO! I... I’m okay… Celine…” He shook his head.

She clenched her fists and looked to Bucky and Steve knelt beside the little spider. Their faces were unreadable, but their auras were not.

A bitter laugh spilled from her lips, and she looked up at the others.

Tony and Vision gaped at her. Vision always so difficult to read looked at her with suspicion, distrust, and worry. Tony, hidden behind his suit screamed concern.

The other three, Wanda, Nat, and Sam looked at her with varying levels of shock, fear, and in Natasha’s case... triumph. The Black Widow had had her point proven rather spectacularly.

Nodding slowly, despair taking her breath away, Celine looked at the two super soldiers. “Now, now you see. Now you understand.” She called the dragon to her, allowing its coils to wrap her up, offer false comfort when her chi sank into her skin. It disappeared, and she walked away, heading back toward the jet.

She wasn’t needed anymore and staying would only make things worse.

Blood dripped into the snow from where her nails had pierced her palms.

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Fic: Listen (Chapter 2)

Title: Listen Rating: PG Word Count: 2.8K for this chapter Summary: Phil is a successful YouTuber, and Dan is a fan desperate for attention. Sounds like 2009, right? Except Phil is Deaf. Tags: AU, Deaf!Phil, Strangers to Friends to Lovers Author’s Note: All dates are obviously completely fictionalized, including Dan’s little subscriber count milestone. This is an AU, in case you hadn’t noticed. :) Extreme thanks to the Treehouse Mailing List for all their support and encouragement! Fic also available on AO3 here

[Masterlist of all “Listen” chapters on Tumblr]

Chapter 2: Talk to Me

danisnotonfire You said to DM you, so here I am. DMing you. This feels weird. Is it weird? I think maybe Im making it weird. 8 September 2009

AmazingPhil It’s not weird. Or if it is, that’s cool. I like weird. ;) 8 September 2009

danisnotonfire lol 8 September 2009

AmazingPhil I was interested in what you were saying about the FFVII soundtrack. Tell me more about why you like the music so much. 8 September 2009

danisnotonfire Have you lestined to it? 8 September 2009

AmazingPhil No 8 September 2009

danisnotonfire But you play the game, right? It ws in your video 8 September 2009

AmazingPhil It’s hard to explain, but I play it with the sound off. 8 September 2009

danisnotonfire ??? 8 September 2009

AmazingPhil But seriously, I’m interested. Tell me about the music. 8 September 2009

Dan’s passion for music inspired Phil to download the song “Interrupted by Fireworks” and play it loud enough that he could feel the tempo by laying his palms flat on the speakers.

After his roommates complained about the noise, he only did it again at times when they weren’t home.

AmazingPhil This is going to seem really weird, but I’ve felt awkward about bringing it up. 27 September 2009

danisnotonfire I am the king of awkward lol 27 September 2009

danisnotonfire Bring what up? 27 September 2009

AmazingPhil It’s just, we’ve been talking for weeks, and I haven’t said anything about it. 27 September 2009

danisnotonfire ??? 27 September 2009

AmazingPhil Okay, well, I’m Deaf. 27 September 2009

[a few minutes pass]

danisnotonfire You cant hear? 27 September 2009

AmazingPhil Yes, Dan, that’s what Deaf means. 27 September 2009

danisnotonfire Hey no need to be a jerk about it. I’m just surprised. 27 September 2009

danisnotonfire Why didn’t you ever say anything? 27 September 2009

AmazingPhil Well, I thought you would have figured it out from some of my videos and stuff I’ve tweeted, but then when you started talking about music, I just … 27 September 2009

[a few minutes pass]

danisnotonfire I am such an idiot. 27 September 2009

AmazingPhil No you’re not! That’s why I didn’t want to say anything! 27 September 2009

danisnotonfire why? 27 September 2009

AmazingPhil Because I liked talking to you, and I didn’t want you to be embarrassed or something. Or to maybe think I was a freak or something. 27 September 2009

[a few minutes pass]

danisnotonfire I dont think your a freak 27 September 2009

[a few minutes pass]

danisnotonfire the whole reason i started liking your videos was because you dont talk in them 27 September 2009

danisnotonfire is that weird? 27 September 2009

AmazingPhil Maybe we’re both a little weird. But I don’t mind if you don’t. :) 27 September 2009

danisnotonfire xD 27 September 2009

One of Phil’s old friends from school had gone all the way to America to attend Gallaudet University, since it was the most highly respected university for the Deaf in the world. She’d had to study ASL in advance, of course, since it was a completely different language than BSL, but she seemed to be really enjoying her studies there. Apparently the sense of Deaf community there was more than she’d even imagined in Manchester. She practically glowed when she talked about her feeling of belonging.

Phil was jealous.

He’d chosen York because of his interest in their graduate program in video postproduction, since he’d loved experimenting with film since childhood, but his isolation as an undergraduate made him wonder how well a Deaf student would be received in the graduate program. Would they even make any accommodation for him in studying what they might perceive as a definitively audio and visual medium?

He and Sharon occasionally Skyped when the time difference allowed, but she now sometimes slipped into ASL without noticing, and Phil found himself feeling like even his Deaf friends were slipping away.

AmazingPhil Maybe we could Skype sometime? I mean, I can’t talk, obviously, or hear you, but we could at least see each other in real life and not just Dailybooth pics. :] 2 October 2009

danisnotonfire How would we talk tho? 2 October 2009

AmazingPhil I don’t know. We could write on paper and hold it up or something? 2 October 2009

[a few minutes pass]

danisnotonfire ok 2 October 2009

AmazingPhil Now? 2 October 2009

danisnotonfire ok 2 October 2009

AmazingPhil YAY! 2 October 2009

AmazingPhil See you soon! 2 October 2009

Dan seemed cripplingly shy in their first Skype call. He avoided eye contact much of the time, which made communicating rather difficult, but he loosened up a bit by the end and even seemed to flirt a bit.

Phil tried really hard not to develop a crush.

He was not particularly successful.

They exchanged phone numbers and began texting constantly, not to mention the lengthy Skype calls. Dan talked about his own interest in making videos, but gloomily doubted his ability to create anything interesting or worthwhile. Phil urged him to give it a try.

15 October 2009

Phil: I think you should upload it. It’s really good. Really!

Dan: I don’t now. I’m afraid people will think its kind of weird.

Phil: Weird is kind of our thing, though, isn’t it? :p

Dan: I just dont want to look stupid or soemething. i mean it kind of sucks

Phil: Dan, it’s brilliant. I promise.

Phil: I have to ask, though. The subtitle thing. Did you do that because of me?

Dan: No. I dont know. Not really. i just liked it. I thought it looked cool.

Phil: It DOES look cool. I just didn’t want …

Dan: what?

Phil: I don’t know. I didn’t want you to be making videos for me like that just because I’m Deaf. I know that sounds stupid. Never mind.

Dan: No i now what you mean. That wasn’t why i did it. I told you i first liked your videos becuz you didnt talk in them. So I guess I liked that style, but mine is different. right?

Phil: Of course! Your style is completely different from mine! I love the old-time silent movie thing, with the title cards and everything. It’s really unique! That’s why I think it’s so brilliant!

Phil: That’s why you should definitely upload it.

Dan: really?

Phil: Absolutely!

[a few minutes pass]

Dan: ok

Dan: maybe tmorrow

When Dan uploaded his first video, Phil tweeted about it enthusiastically to encourage his own online friends and fans to check it out, and unsurprisingly people loved it.

Dan’s unique, silent film era style, complete with occasional sepia tones and use of fancy-font title cards to communicate all dialogue and narration, approached modern-day storytelling and vlogging from a completely fresh perspective. He told stories about his own life, but in a style no one had used before.

People were intrigued. Other YouTubers Phil had come to know over the years quickly began interacting with Dan on Twitter, and Dan gathered an enthusiastic audience almost right from the start.

And Dan’s looks certainly didn’t hurt. Phil tried to ignore any jealousy he felt about the amount of flirting he saw going on publicly over social media. He and Dan were friends. Maybe they flirted, but apparently Dan flirted with everyone. It didn’t mean anything.

23 October 2009

Phil: Are you going to the Halloween gathering in London next week?

Dan: no

Phil: Why not? You’re officially a YouTuber now! You should come!

Dan: I can’t

Phil: We could finally meet. That would be so cool!

Dan: I said I cant

Dan: Just drop it ok?

[a few minutes pass]

Phil: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push or anything.

Phil: I mean, of course if you don’t want to come, that’s fine.

Phil: I just thought it would be cool to meet you in person.

Phil: I mean, you’re one of my closest friends now and we’ve never even met!

[no response]

[after an hour, Phil logs off]

Phil took the train to London and attended the Halloween Gathering on his own, but felt Dan’s absence keenly the entire time. He brought a white board and a few different colored pens so he could communicate with people more easily, and found that YouTubers were less shy about such things than the average uni student seemed to be. They seemed to find the white board an intriguing novelty and eagerly interacted with him through it.

They didn’t treat him like a freak.

Or, at least, they treated him like their own kind of freak.

He’d discovered a different community. One that wasn’t perhaps as easily familiar and comfortable as the Deaf community he’d grown up in, but a community nonetheless.

He just wished Dan had gotten to experience it, too.

He kept in touch with another YouTuber he’d met at the London gathering, a guy named PJ who had been particularly unselfconscious about using pantomime, facial expression, and the occasional impromptu prop to communicate with Phil instead of relying exclusively on words written on the white board.

Their brains seemed to work in similarly creative ways, and they collaborated on a sort of abstract short film they’d sketched out together on a series of paper napkins during dinner at the gathering. Phil was pretty proud of the way the project turned out, and PJ seemed happy with it, too. They put it up on PJ’s channel, and it got quite a bit of enthusiastic viewer response.

Dan’s blatantly passive-aggressive jealousy about the whole thing was Phil’s first hint that his own more-than-platonic interest might be reciprocated, but he tried not to get his hopes up.

13 December 2009

Dan: I can’t believe I hit 10,000 subscribers!

Phil: Yeah, well, everybody loves danisnotonfire.

Dan: really? so that includes you? ;)

Phil: Nah. Not me.

Phil: I don’t love danisnotonfire.

Phil: I love Dan Howell.

[a minute passes]

Dan: I love Phil Lester, too.

Phil finished his graduate degree in York and returned to Manchester to find himself a flat on his own. He liked the independence but also enjoyed being closer to his family again, and some of his friends from school and college had returned to the area after uni as well.

Returning to some involvement with Deaf culture encouraged Phil to gradually shift the content of his videos, as he became more comfortable openly signing anecdotes about his life, influenced no doubt by Dan’s focus on his everyday life experiences in his own videos.

Viewer response was mixed. Some of Phil’s loyal audience rolled with the changes and seemed to enjoy the more personal glimpses into his life and personality, but others left ignorant, offensive comments about deafness and sign language. He lost some subscribers. Making his content more personal had made the cruel comments feel more personal, too. But when something online hurt his feelings, he just texted a real-life person he knew accepted him just as he was, and it helped.

Being able to sign with people again made his life richer and more fulfilling … and yet he found himself looking forward to his evening Skype calls more than any real-life interactions with his old friends. His family expressed concern that this obsession with a “stranger” on the Internet wasn’t healthy, but they just didn’t understand.

Phil had fallen harder than he ever had before, and with someone he’d never even met in person.

In a strange way, Phil felt simultaneously happier and lonelier than he’d ever been.

11 June 2011

Phil: Are you going to Summer in the City this year?

Dan: no

Phil: You have a lot of fans now. I’m sure they’d like to meet you!

Phil: And there are other people who would like to meet you, too! :p

[a few minutes pass]

Phil: Dan?

[several minutes pass]

Dan: I said no. Jesus phil just leave it the fuck alone!

Phil: Hey, I’m sorry! I’m not trying to pressure you!

Phil: I’m just starting to feel like this is kind of weird. Like I have a boyfriend I’ve never even met.

Dan: weird is what we do, right?

[a few minutes pass]

Phil: Yeah. Right.

Phil: I know.

Phil: I’d just really like to meet you.

[no response]

[after a really long time, Phil logs off]

Phil attended Summer in the City on his own again, painfully aware of how much closer he was to Dan when he visited London than when he was back home in Manchester. Painfully aware that Dan not only hadn’t wanted to attend the convention, but hadn’t even responded to Phil’s desire to meet.

He talked with other YouTubers, made plans for possible future collaborations, and hugged dozens of enthusiastic fans, took hundreds of smiling selfies. But the entire time, he couldn’t help but think that Dan was only 40 miles away, instead of the usual 200. Less than an hour by train.

So near, and yet not within reach. He felt it like a physical pain.

15 June 2011

Dan: remember when you first told me you were deaf?

Phil: Yeah?

Dan: and you were afraid i woud think you were a freak

Phil: Right, but you didn’t. Right?

Dan: of course not you idiot <3

Phil: So what’s going on?

Dan: theres soemthing i havent told you

Phil: You can tell me anything. I love you. You know that.

Dan: but its really weird

Phil: Weird is what we do. <3<3<3

[several minutes pass]

Dan: i dont talk

Phil: Like you’re shy? I wondered if that might be why you wouldn’t go to the gatherings and stuff.

Dan: no i dont talk

Phil: But you talk to me all the time. I’m confused.

Dan: i mean to people. out loud. irl i don’t talk. ever

Phil: Okay.

Dan: ok?

Phil: Yeah. Okay. I mean, I don’t talk either. Are you Deaf too? Is that why you don’t talk? Why didn’t you ever say anything?

[several minutes pass]

Dan: no i’m not deaf i just dont talk

Phil: It’s okay, Dan. I just want to understand. Why don’t you talk?

[no response]

[after a very, very long time, Phil logs off]

Phil didn’t know what to do with what Dan had told him, especially since Dan had sort of dropped a bomb and then just run off without explaining anything.

One thing was clear, though. Dan didn’t like being pushed. When he wanted to talk about this—no pun intended—he would.

Because if one other thing was clear, it was that Phil was willing to wait.

6 July 2011

Dan: You havent brought it up.

Phil: What?

Dan: You havent ever asked about the talking thing.

Phil: I did. You didn’t answer.

Dan: yeah but you havent asked again since

Phil: Did you want me to?

[several minutes pass]

Dan: I dont know. maybe

Phil: Okay. Why don’t you talk?

[several minutes pass]

Dan: I havent talked since I was 8.

Phil: Wow. That’s a long time.

[a few minutes pass]

Dan: yeah

[a few minutes pass]

Phil: Is that why you never wanted to meet?

Dan: yeah i didn’t want you to think I was a freak

Phil: Dan, weird is what we do. And I’m Deaf!

Dan: Well yeah but you dont do that on purpose.

Phil: You do it on purpose?

Dan: sort of i guess

Phil: So you could talk if you wanted to, but you don’t want to?

[several minutes pass]

Phil: Dan?

[several minutes pass]

Phil: Dan, I don’t think you’re a freak. Just talk to me.

Phil: Crap. You know what I mean.

[no response]

[hours later, Phil finally logs off]

Phil did some research into muteness that someone might call “on purpose,” just wanting to understand, and found himself wondering if what Dan experienced was maybe something called “selective mutism” or maybe a “conversion disorder.” As far as he could tell, neither one was truly something anyone did purposely, but, really, if Dan didn’t want to talk about it, Phil wouldn’t be able to understand much at all. He just wanted to educate himself a bit so that if Dan ever did want to talk about it, he’d be less likely to say something stupid and make Dan shut down even more.

12 February 2012

Dan: I have a question to ask you.

Phil: Okay.

Dan: but its making me really nervous

Phil: I love you, Dan. Whatever it is, it’ll be okay. I promise. <3

[several minutes pass]

Dan: do you think maybe i could come visit you in manchester?

Phil: Skype me right now this very minute because you have to see how big my smile is! <3<3<3<3<3

[Continue to Chapter 3]

#phanfiction #phanfic #phan #dan and phil #phan au #phanfic au #au phanfic #phan deaf au #myphanfic

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thegoddamnowl · 7 years ago

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LIST OF MY OC

BX-016 “Vix”

One workaholic mellow fellow

Vix is currently an officer working for the law as an investigator. Although she seems rather stern and serious at work, in reality she’s quite calm and gentle, as well patient with anyone. Having a very human-like personality, she enjoys the simple things of life. However, she can get fixated too much into things at times and also hides a temper under that wall of patience. As long as you don’t remind her of her status as a machine, you’ll be fine.

Being a robot, she’s a custom-model gynoid on a mass-production frame, meaning that her internals are completely different from those of commercial models but contained in a (outdated but functional) commercial frame

[reference sheet (someday :T)] || Blog Tag

Owl

Always on his little big universe

Quite a strange individual, Owl commonly seems to not operate within normal logic or reason. Sometimes snappy, sometimes slow, always with a lot of things on his mind that may or may not make sense, he can be difficult to understand or reason with for anyone.

He’s more of a snarky grump with the personality of a grandpa, but he can be childish and active, as well as entertaining and partake into activities that others can consider fun, though he’d “rather avoid the fatigue” and stay away reading or just doing “Owl things”.

He actually doesn’t shun interaction with others. Although he’s open to company, he’d rather stay among friends and known people or just alone if he feels like it. He spends most of his time with his partner Kitty, whom which he grew up with.

Since he’s mute, he resorts to alternative and sometimes rather amusing ways of communication. He’s got a scar on his left eye

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Kitty

Sassy but caring

If Owl is a loose screw, then Kitty is the screwdriver that keeps him in place. Having known Owl since they can remember, she’s quite accustommed to his antics and seems to be the only being that can somewhat understand her feathery companion most of the time.

She has a sort of “big sister” attitude towards Owl and cares deeply for him, though this goes mixed in with her sass and overall more chill and mature demeanor. She’s down to earth and sees things in a positive but realistic light, though at times she can get crazy for some things (and catnip) as well as annoyed at everyone for no particular reason.

Having grown up with Owl, she picked on some of his mannerisms and the opposite is true for him as well

[reference sheet (someday :T)] || Blog Tag

Daimaht

Tiny, outgoing sinnamon roll

One of the many denizens of the Fire Realm, Daimaht is currently one of the Succubi in training for providing her realm with the so needed energy to run, though the gravity of her duties has not quite hit her yet, as she constantly slacks off on that regard. She’s a troublemaker that more often than not goes a bit out of control and has become a known public face of her realm.

Although she can seem rather naive and childish, she’s actually manipulative and cunning, as well as self-centered. She exhibits a rather unusual ability to learn as well as an adventurous personality that has taken her through and through the inner limits of the Fire Realm. However, she does enjoy whatever she’s doing (even her duties at times) and tries to enjoy it to the fullest.

Like the rest of her bethren, she needs to feel stimuli on a constant basis to feed, though this will last only to her mature stage as she is still a relatively new youngling

She’s got a guardian in the form of Ivanoff

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Ivanoff

Big, chill cinnamon roll

Though not exactly being quite like legends describe them, Ivanoff belongs to the race of Behemoths, a primarily male race that has taken action on events of biblical proportions and existed before memory but somehow vanished some centuries ago.

Nobody knows much about him, except that one day Daimaht came back with this hulking giant following her anywhere she went.

He doesn’t seem to know how to speak, but he makes some growls and grunts on occassion. Behind his already mighty brawn, lies an equally mighty mind: few to none have been able to outsmart Ivanoff on anything, from fights to chess to tic tac toe to shopping, he’s in his game at all times. This of course makes him very aware of Daimahts actions in case she tries to do something stupid, so he acts as the voice of reason whenever he can catch her.

Although its quite an intrigue why Ivanoff stuck around with Daimaht, he does seem to care for her although he’s not very expressive about it, normally helping her on whatever she asks him, or having some recreative time together without much of a complaint; if anything, he knows how to handle things quite gently.

His residence on the Fire Realm is however a big trouble, since even in Hell there are rules. As he’s walking around, authorities are waiting for a reason to take action and get him out of the realm, but because of his background they are too afraid to do anything and he hasn’t done anything that means exile as well.

His left arm is made entirely of tentacles able to extend for miles, and his head has some gelatinous spikes with markings that change depending of his mood

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Fen, the coyote

A righteous pathfinder

Fen is a sort of a traveling monk in a self-realization journey, going to distant lands and learning about them as well. He’s generally a calm and aloof individual who goes about on his business but is always willing to give a helping hand.

Nicknamed "The Scythe" due to his vicious and swift fighting style, he possesses the ability to harness the energy called Aura and use it to enhance his physical attributes as well as creating energy constructs which assist him on melee combat.

Though with a strong sense of justice and fairness, there was a growing emptiness inside him. He then set out to the outside world to know the farway lands, in a journey to find himself and his place in the world- helping those that come his way as well and overall doing whatever he can on any given situation

[reference sheet (someday :T)] || Blog Tag (i dont have one actually :T)

Annor, the red raven

The reserved right hand

One of the monks Fen met while he was travelling, at first he hired her as a mercenary as he made his way through a rather unwelcoming realm, but after he got involved in a situation to deal with an ancient threat menacing to consume and destroy her homeland, she decided to accompany him on his quest, while also seeking to broaden her horizons and someday return to share stories of the foreign countries to her colleagues, in the hopes of expanding her order and share their philosophy and knowledge with the world.

Though her appearace is stern and strong as a warrior should, she's a soft-spoken person with a kind demeanor, though she has some trust issues at first.

Because of years of training, Annor is a master archer with the uncanny ability to imbue Ice properties into her weaponry.

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Ariadne

Your common run of the mill singing lady bug

Ariadne lives her everyday singing all kinds of songs to anyone who's willing to stay during her performances. She has a natural predisposition to help out others and tend to them, all while singing an aria to lighten the mood and cheer everyone up, though she also has a fixation for etiquette and good manners, to which one has to be careful to behave near her, or at least not being so loudly uncouth.

Generally she expresses her emotions through songs, be it short ones while doing house chores, or long, elaborated ones when doing something important

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Owl-chan

A simpatic cutie

Owl-chan is a pretty normal girl. She's a welcoming and amicable girl whose origins remain a mystery, though it is known she's a foreigner as she moved in just recently and struggles with talking due to still learning the language. She can be literally seen anywhere however, minding her own business, doing stuff from bird-watching to soldering, at times even seemingly warping reality itself as one could even swear she's on several places at the same time or that she's appeared out of literally nowhere.

A blessed girl in many ways, she gains everyone's favor by just doing her thing or simply because she's Owl-chan. She's got an habit of going out at nights and sneak around for no reason in particular other than satisfy her boundless curiosity. Even then, everyone who meets Owl-chan ends up loving her regardless of the circumstances.

Tough still very innocent, she has a particularly big love for robots and fiction of most kinds

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Ginel “Ginny“ Michaels

so qt much thicc very meme wow

Ginny is a cheery girl who's a big nerd for things such as videogames and memes, though this has often put her in trouble as she is used to stay past bedtime fragging someone while telling a bad pun or shitposting in online forums and the like. Because of this she's actually gotten two years behind for finishing college but somehow she's managed to keep up and make it so she's not kicked out

Although she might seem ditzy and bubbleheaded, she's actually decently skilled at programming. She's studying Videogame Design as her career. She's actually a brunette

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Lizzy Svetson aka Payachita

A responsible girl with a positive outlook

Lizzy's philosophy of life is to put a smile on everyone's face, which is why she has a part-time job on her clown act, going by the name "Payachita" and attending social events like parties or going to hospitals to entertain the inmates, making jokes or tricks with balloons and stuff, or magic tricks even.

She studies a career on accounting and management, though this is only due to her family's traditional job of either accountants, notaries or auditors. She finds it rather boring, despite her natural skill at it. Never the less, she is resolute to finish her studies and use her knowledge to one day make her business into a bigger thing and spread joy all over the world... or at least all over her city anyways

Secretly, she wants Ginny to make a clown themed RPG game. She also doesn’t mind using her Payachita outfit on her everyday activities

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Alice O’Donovan

fancy wordings and cryptic messages

She's an enthusiast of quite the things such as horror media, hard music, dark ensembles, and even occult stuff. With a solemn and often level-headed demeanor, she's a very reliable person for although she studied and graduated from a Law career, her area of interest is not really a fixated one, since anything that picks her fancy is sure to be a thing she will be knowing about

Coming from humble grounds, Alice has worked hard for almost all her life to rise, on her own words, into a more appropiate position in life. Having had a number of jobs over the years, she understands the value of effort and has quite a lot of patience for people, though at times she can't help but be exhausted after prolonged social interaction

She's working part-time on a small convenience store and on her own electronic device fixing business. She’s on an intimate relationship with Ginny

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poeplepound · 7 years ago

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!!! i !!!! love these guys so much!! theyre so spectacular omfg !

also i tried to do this once already ! and i was very far into a very long info dump about these guys and i was ALmost done ,,, and my browser crashed, but im doing it again anyway because i need it (i might make typos and sound like a bum jus btw)

sean bonnette and benjamin gallaty started releasing musci together in 2005 after having worked together in a coffeeshop in pheonix arizona - sean was 18, and the buds released their debut album “candy cigarettes and cap guns” and have since released four other full albums, a handful of singles, two eps, and a compilation

sean has a bachelors degree in social work, and has always been working in homeless shelters, volunteering with youth programs, and trying to give a voice to one of the largest groups of stigmatized humans on our planet

candy cigarettes and cap guns was released when sean (30 y/o) was only 18 - and he has since recieved lots of negative feedback on offensive content in ajj’s older songs - to this, sean apologizes but says , quite frankly , that he was a yung edgy boi at that time in his life, and even if his music was offensive then , it represents a time in his life and hes not going to let its content discount that relevance

this is similar to how ajj changed their name from “Andrew jackson jihad”, sean and ben publicly decided to stop using the old band name because they aren’t muslim and have to right to use the term jihad as a part of an aesthetic - neither of the guys expected ajj to get so big, and andrew jackson jihad was adequate for a yung edgy boi garage band

ajjs vast discography centers around themes of social anxiety, privilege, depression, mania, loving how horrible life is, making the most of nothing, being nothing, and how wonderful our shitty planet is

ajj is considered folk-punk, and to a certain degree i agree with that, but to me music genres are irrelevant, and often times musicians fail to fit a category

the idea of organizing music by genres is restricting to a musician and songs and music grow as people do. in an interview with verbicide, sean said that he acknowledges ajj’s influence on “folk punk” but how the identification of what folk-punk actually is is very vague and unclear, what really Is folk-punk?

ajj has albums that are way more based in folk music, and some that are way more based in punk - some songs are very poppy, some kind of choral in nature - but somehow, ajj has a very cohesive, recognizable sound that never fails to impress and comfort me

this is in part to sean’s wonderful lyrics, they are so very very raw and uncut - he is incredibly relatable while staying poetic, and i admire that So Much. his use of metaphor in his lyrics has alwasy been apparent, but even more so in his more recent albums, and his political commentary songs are more prevalent in older songs - but they stay SO RE l AT a b LE !! every time i listen to ajj, i feel so whole and accepted and like im listening to my deepest internal thoughts and feelings in the form of beautiful lyrics and entrancing music

when asked if sean’s lyrics are a reflection of a darkness inside of him, he usualyl replies by saying that hes no darker than anyone else is - he just has a way to express and expel that darkness. after the release of knife man, sean was asked if his emotional songs were about his past and what he’s been through as a person, and hes replied by saying that a lot of what he sings about is stuff that hes seen through his job, and learned about through people he’s met and interacted with.

shortly before christmas island was recorded, sean’s grandfather passed away. his grandpa had lived with him from the time he was 13 tot he time he was 18, and he was a very major male role model in his life. christmas island has lots of imagery around death, and a lot of the songs on the album personify grief and death. sean has said that christmas island is an album about “pre-grief” meaning the way that people feel bad about death and grieve loses before theyve even happen, just beause they know theyre coming. sean’s grandfather’s death was not unexpected or sudden, and he died very happily - surrounded by all of his grandchildren, and the feeling of knowing someone you love will die shortly is what fueled a lot of the tone of christmas island.

sean is a big big fan of 90′s hip hop, and a lot of his lyrics and writing style is heavily influenced by his favorites - aesop rock, brother lynch hung, biggie, and ol dirty bastard (seriously sean is SO Iconic)

i’ve been listening to ajj since their release of “knife man” in 2011, i could never pick a favorite album of theirs - i love each of them and theyre each incredibly important to me

their 2007 album “people who can eat people are the luckiest people in the world” gave me a completely new worldview , and showed me that the world is incredibly imperfect, and humans are incredibly imperfect, but life is so worth living, and there is still so much good amazing stuff in the world

in 2008 they released the ep “plant your roots” and in 2009 “cant maintain” - both of theses eps were the first time i had found relatable emotional music that felt so accurate to myself - it was raw, it was unapologetic, it was beautiful, and it was sad. these eps have an incredible tone, and theyre both so different (cant maintain being more light and - dare i say - playful) but still so connected and deeply rooted (pun intended ;) ) in my head as near perfect expressions of my feelings

“knife man” was released in 2011 and it came into my life at a time where i was trying to learn about myself and discover who i was, and this album guided me in such a strong positive direction - it introduced me to white privilege, taught me about forgiveness, how to be unapologetically me, but still let me stay in touch with my dark, cynical, pessimistic side of myself - knife man is somehow so negative but still so positive and i think thats how a lot of real life is, and ajj captures that incredibly well

knife man was the first ajj show i ever saw, and i will never forget how captivating sean is when he preforms, his body language and his expressions reflect so much of what he’s singing, theyre so true

in 2014 they released “christmas island” and im not gonna lie when i first heard it i really didnt like it - i thought it was too poppy, and not raw enough like how ajj usually is - it felt wrong to me. but alas, i kept listening, and i soon fell in love with this album. it is indeed poppier than their other stuff, and when it came out in may of that year, i didnt really want to like it that much - and so i avoided it, and once Taylor Swift’s super poppy 1989 came out that october, i avoided it Even Harder because i felt like 2014 would be the year of great musicians selling out to labels to gain hits. eventually, i let myself sink into christmas island - i allowed myself to like it, and boy o boy did i fall in love. i saw the show and i cried. the album seamlessly ties together themes from older albums - optimism, death, unrest, self-loathing - but it introduces a new style to seans words - theyre less direct, less blunt, less in-your-face , he starts using metaphors that dont make sense the first time you listen, his lyrics take on a new type of poetry on this album - and its beautiful

christmas island is softer, its more about introspection and knowing why youre the way you are - its about emotional intelligence - this album taught me how to know whats happening, and how to accept it and learn form it and let myself dream and live, despite how shitty stuff is, and i love it.

in 2016 “the bible 2″ was released, and i waited to listen to any of it until i went to see the show - i binged the album twice through right before i went to see them, and i had really really mixed feelings about it - some of the songs i didnt understand, i didnt like the sound of some of them, and i felt like they got very preachy. once i saw them play the song “small red boy” though, i was 110% hooked - it suddenly made sense to me as an album. the sound is so personal to me, and i connect with the radio static and the messy raw noise, and the lyrics take on such a poetic, innocent tone, and all the songs are equal parts inspiring, funny, and dark. i really really really truly love this album.

this is kind of just a silly extra, but in 2015 they released a single called “keep on chooglin” and i honeslty dont understand what most of the song means, but its really a bop and its poppy and upbeat and positive, and i can gather that basically to “choogle” is to be yourself unapologetically and just do your own thing and basically fucc the haters, and its a nice song to listen to if youre feeling down because the lyrics are funny and the message is bright

ajj’s discography has gotten me through some of the hardest years of my life, and have seriously, literally, kept me from killing myself on so many occasions and i am forever grateful - if i had not stayed alive until now, i would miss so much and i would throw away my life, just because i didnt feel like making it, and now i can say in full confidence that this band has ridded me of all my suicidal ideation , and if anyone is down here reading this, im gonna make an ajj “dont die” playlist that i Will post here

in 2012, ben gallaty recorded a couple songs under the name wiccan babysitter, adn then a few years later (2016) he recorded a few more under the name benjamin galaxy - he compiled these songs in 2016 onto an lp, one side being the wiccan babysitter ep and the other being the ben galaxy ep. i didnt know this was a thing until recently? which is weird? but i have listened through the lp many times - i still dont have a strong grip on what the songs mean, but i can say that the wiccan babysitter/benjamin galaxy lp is super comforting to me as well. the sound is unique and different from ajj, but it is still warm and whole feeling, and the lyrics are still relatable to me, and i want to read more about what ben wrote about and why, but im having trouble finding info on this project

im mostly done for now, it’s very late at night, and i have work tomorrow morning, but i’ll leave u with this - youre an irreplaceable human soul with your own understanding of what it means to suffer, and thats a huge bummer

#me #mental health #ajj #info #ajj the band #actuallyautistic #infodump

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gods-dont-bleed · 8 years ago

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Koyol and Svet, The Transient God and the Old God, The Mutant Snake Man and The Man of Heat and Light.

Koyol (nicknamed Kyle) is a mutant amalgam of many things- mostly Snake, but also Human, Earth, Plants, and other animal composites. He came into existence at an unknown point in time with the mind set of perhaps a small animal where as “one day, I was there” and slowly developed more human feelings like curiosity and questioning, to which he eventually left the whole he came into existence in. His agine speed decreases as he got older, and he spent many many years as a child, “civilized” by a human village that caught him and passed around like a plauge between homes as he’d outlive every family since he aged so slow. He eventually becomes an independent adventurer and traveler, and makes many great discoveries, including finding a Gem of Power, a special artifact known as the Universal Emerald (which isnt actually an emerald its Tsavorite) as well as his life long companion, an Animal Spirit in the form of a Snake from an Egg that would never hatch which Koyol found in his original Hole, so named Katrina. with the Emerald, Koyol’s travels massively expanded, and he went from having traveled everywhere in his own land to Traveling an infinite number of other worlds which he studies in grave detail. He picks up new incredible skills from each universe he visits and has even met many other versions of himself, including his Self from Svet’s universe. Over the course of his travels, others who could travel between worlds or had a knowledge of him refered to him as a nonexistant mystery beings known as The Man They Call Universe, as well did Koyol’s constantly increasing powers and skills make many think he was a god and many universes develop cults in his dedication.He’s recognized as a Snake Prince in his home world, and a god or King or many other titles in others. Svet’s world recognizes Koyol as a Transient God- a god that was once mortal but has such immense power, they can no longer be considered mortal. He has a massive arrayal of skills and abilities from ordinary mundane things he’s learned by studying cultures like Cooking, Instruments, Weaving, Writing, etc, to great powerful abilities that come from other universes, like Flow Alchemy that he learned from a universe he calls Alchemhaven (aka, the universe of Full Metal Alchemist), or Water Controling skills from another universe, Avatara (aka, the Universe of Avatar the last Airbender). As a part of being a mutant, Koyol’s body is productive of a strange and difficultto study ‘energy’ similar to radiation that can be dangerous to others over a prolongued exposure lasting years- for example, his childhood companion and one-time brother Kal, who has become severly deformed, lost two limbs and some fingers to a slowly decomposed body, and is still alive despite having known Koyol when he was a child (his aging process has slowed along side Koyol’s, but at a lesser rate, and physically he appears to be 45). Another mutation of Koyol’s mutant DNA has been a deteriorating Psychosis, more likely from an increase in bad experiences over his very long life. However, Koheu is a second being withing Kyle’s mind and within his soul, essentially a second person completely, that comes from being amutant and has been recognized as Koheu, Ender of Worlds. A chaotic, hateful man inside kyle’s head that is far beyond reason, and knows everything koyol can and do everything he can do. Kyle’s greatest passion is to Learn and to Travel, and over his life he has adopted 4 children, including his only son who has a grandchild. He’s a fiercly protective man who’s Loyalty is is at a dangerously lethal level, and his anatomy and body are all sorts of strange. He’s established his own group called the Rainbow Squad, a massive collection of people with special skills seeking escape from their original lives and to make the multiverse a better place, including training programs for abandoned children who are housed there, and massive workings of members and affiliates. Koyol is incredibly old and his biological downtick has officially stopped, and he no longer ages at the physical age of 24. Svet jokes the Koyol has to be at least half his age (which is a joke, because Svet doesnt have an age and has always existed.), and frequently refers to Koyol’s age as ‘about half as old as forever’.

Svet on contrast has a very different life story. He’s an ethereal being that was both there before time- therefor, before there was a before- and came into existance when the first light and the first heat could exist. as an Old God he is physically Immortal and unbound to a single body or even having a form at all. His life is a blur of partial omnipotence as he watched the universe form around him, within him. He knows every god, even the Void Gods that never existed, excluding some ‘newer’ Demigods or other sorts that only newly reached divinity. As long as there have been humans, Svet has been fascinated with their lives. At one point a Tyrannical dictator, at another point pretending to be a human himself, and currently just living as a god among people. Svet has almost always been a popular deity among people and has had many temples, shrines, and wars have been fought in his name. While a light hearted man on his most usual, he is a wrathful and dangerously powerful person who makes almost no corporeal sense. He’s a man of a million loves, a million friends. He has a single daughter. and while fiercely protective and Loyal... there are parts of him that would make others think otherwise, and many have eventually figured that out after a lifetime in his companionship. History on Svet is surprisingly sparse and it seems his go-with-the-flow lifestyle has meant much of his life is lesser known to others.

most of my characters tend to share specific ideals or traits strongly because im not sure how to portray other things- per example, many of my characters are Polyromantic or Polysexual, since i personally dont really see the concept of why someone would be conflicted loving two people and blah blah blah. the point is, all my characters are similar in a certain angle.

However, the conundrum of these two to me is always fun, because they to me are so... similar, and yet, there is virtually every possible reason to call them complete opposites, even down to fundamental cores.

Examples.

Koyol has lost many loved ones over the course of his long life; he finds the memories of them all very painful, and lives in constant dread of each person he knows dying, and knows they will. Contrastingly, alough Svet has also lost many over the course of his long life, He is disconnected from this sort of pain then a normal person or most gods are. His attachments are lesser, he mourns very shortly, and rarely worries or thinks twice about the passing of someone he knows,

Koyol lives a very isolated way that would make it seem as though he’s Distant, but in actuality, he gets attached very quickly and very strongly, and sees most people he knows as family. Svet, while living an outgoing and friendly, active life and meeting many people and many relationships, is actually incredibly distant from most if not all people, and cares deeply for incredibly few people in his life to the point it is very surprising.

Koyol and Svet share a strong strain of protective nature and loyalty. However, Koyol is self-sacrificing Loyal to even people who barely consider him an acquaintance. to those he values he would even readily die just at their request if they wanted him to. Svet on contrary is not self-sacrificing, or at least not nearly as much as Koyol. He will go out of his way to help friends, but wont go so far as to give up his own for simple friends or even others closer to him.

Svet is a very forward, touchy person and communicates bast with his hands, and is very physical-contact oriented. Koyol, on contrast, will most likely never touch you if he neednt. In his culture, even light touches were considered very intimate. He is also just naturally a not-touchy person and would prefer to keep a good personal bubble from others.

Svet is incredibly sensitive and is constantly aware of anything touching his body or the stream of fir- be it every fiber of his clothing to every particle of dust that settles on his skin, as a result of his body being a ‘projection’ of sorts. Koyol, contrarily, has two layers of “skin”. the top layer is extra flesh and skin and his sense of touch is extremely dull. Occasionally he sheds this layer (which is a disturbing messy process) by flexing the second layer- a layer of razor sharp, uniquely hard black scales that tear the top layer of green skin off. This layer is incredibly sensitive, though not as much as Svet’s. While his top layer is very, very dull, his hair is quite sensitive. dont pull it. hes tender headed.

Koyol’s curiosity and interest is incredibly studious, and he wants to learn essentially everything. if he doesnt know it, you can talk his ear off and he’ll be intrigued. Svet, however, while paying attention, is doing so more out of courtesy and more so to learn about you then because he actually ever cares about a topic- he rarely does.

all of Koyol’s traits/skills are hard earned, for the most part. he worked and learned them. Svet is more of a savant with natural skills in things he enjoys.

Koyol will rarely use your name. In his culture, using a name specifically to you face is intimate. He only uses names to refer to another person when talking to someone, and otherwise uses nicknames. Also, in his culture, most names start with a K or have many Ks. Svet uses names consistently, and prefers full name use to shortened nicknames (referring to Chelo as Chelovek, or calling Koyol by his name rather than his eaiser pronounced Nickname Kyle.).

Koyol is fluent in almost any language he’s ever heard of, and can communicate with any culture he’s ever met- the biggest exception to this is that he cannot use Sign Language, not for a lack of trying; he can read it easily if someone signs to him, but his hands are not flexible enough for signing and many of his gestures look wrong. to the contrary, Svet only knows Sign language, Morse code and English and has shown to have great difficulty learning new ones should he try, and rather learns more universal languages that arent spoken. He’s currently trying to learn computer Binary and how to read various Ciphers.

While they both strongly enjoy cooking and are very good at it, Koyol cannot taste sweet, hates sour flavors, and loves milk; Svet cannot taste sour even in a human body, loves Sweet flavors, and cant stand milk. They both enjoy cultural dishes. Koyol strongly refuses on drinking if he can but is fairly easy to peer pressure into it, and is a surprisingly loose-lipped drunk; Svet loves partying and quite enjoys a drink but its nearly impossible to peer pressure him into it- or anything- and is a very cut-loose, party-type drunk in any body except his normal firey one, where alcohol makes hime a more angry drunk as it reacts with his core.

They are different as fuck so i dunno why to me they see so similar.

#i have 0 memory of writing this #or drawing it #what the hell #it was just in my tabs open #what #Svet #Koyol #headcanon

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