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judeswhore · 3 years ago

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so bff here’s the thing. some time ago u mentioned an enchanted inspired fic and i haven’t been able to get it out of my head,,,,,, so i wrote one. i dont have anywhere to post it or anything to do with it so i thought fuck it and maybe u would like to read it idk. if you dont just ignore it and if it sucks ass just delete it lol. u can post it if you want but if not seriously u dont have to, just thought that u might want to read about nervous flirty mase. but yeah,,,,, this is all your fault just so u know

also it turned it weirdly long??? idk how tf that happened and it’s properly not at all close to being as good as yours but whatever. and u bet i heard taylor swift the entire time while writing it.

@celestialisticbeing left this in my inbox and i am SPEECHLESS this is absolutely amazing and i wld be a horrible person if i didn’t share it w u all bc honestly????? best fic i’ve ever read in my life BFF pls start a writing blog and feed us with me fantastic content i’m begging

The big ballroom was buzzing with the ever moving crowd around her. The voices of the masses around her were drowning her; feeling herself slipping away from the party happening and drifting away to a place where she wasn’t choked in expensive perfumes and blinded by big chandeliers.

A bump to her shoulder was what pulled her out of her reveries, a man in a tuxedo was quick to take a look back at her and muttered a small apology to her as he turned away and kept moving through the crowd. Her eyes followed him as he moved away and when he had completely disappeared she turned her gaze to the half empty wine glass daintily dangling from her finger tips.

She lifted the glass up to her lipstick painted lips and savoured the sweet and bitter taste it left on her tongue. She let the glass stay up close to her mouth; the lip of the glass touching her own as she dared her eyes to move around the room.

She could see some of her coworkers mingling around with the other guests attending the fancy fundraiser event. Some were up at the bar looking like they were a glass or two of whiskey away from falling asleep; others were sneakily smoking cigarettes at one of the big open windows to cool down the heated air.

“I think I’m about to fall asleep standing up,” she heard someone say beside her and she tilted her head to see one of her coworkers, Alice, settle against the wall beside her, her own glass of wine gripped between her fingers.

She laughed softly and turned her eyes back to the crowd while gently nodding her head in agreement. “I think I’ve hurt my cheeks from fake laughing so much,” she said and Alice hummed her agreement as she sipped her wine again. “I’m not even sure if I remember what it is that we’re here for.”

“Me neither,” Alice said and took a look around the room, “but there sure are some interesting people here.” She subtly nodded her head in the direction across the room to the back wall.

She looked away from her friend and followed her head tilt and saw a pair of dark eyes looking back at her from the distance between them. When their eyes met across the crowd she saw his mouth tilt into a small smile and she didn’t know if it was the wine or the light from the chandeliers playing a trick on her or if the guy really mouthed what looked like a ‘hello’ from across the room.

She felt heat creep up to her cheeks and tried to mouth back a small ‘hi’ before she looked back at Alice who had a smile on her lips after she had watched the small exchange. “Do you know who that is?” she asked softly and willed herself not to turn her eyes back to the stranger yet, even if she felt his stare on the side of her face.

“You don’t?” Alice asked incredulously, her eyebrows raised comically high in disbelief and scoffed when her friend muttered a small and shy ‘no’. “It’s the one and only Mason Mount.”

“Mason Mount,” she whispered quietly to herself, as if she was trying to unlock some hidden information locked away inside her mind.

“Yeah,” Alice said after she took another sip of wine, “you know, Chelsea and national team star, slowly but surely becoming this county’s new national treasure.”

She nodded her head slowly, pieces falling into place as she recalled having seen his face and name on the TV when she went home and visited her parents. She looked back at him slowly and saw him standing with some guys who she now recognized as his Chelsea teammates. His eyes, though, were still looking in her direction and she saw a small smile make its way to his lips and a small dimple denting his stubbled cheek.

“Right,” she said and smiled back at him slowly before drinking some more of her wine and turned her eyes down to watch the tip of her shoes bump together while being under the heaviness of his gaze. “The* Mason Mount.”

She heard Alice laugh and looked up at her to see her removing herself from the wall and taking slow, miniscule steps away from her. “Yeah, and the* Mason Mount looks like he’s making his way over here, so good luck.”

Before she had time to understand her words, Alice had already turned around and stalked towards the bar leaving her standing all alone in the spotlight of his burning eyes as his silhouette slowly moved through the buzzing crowd.

She looked up and locked her eyes on his as he moved towards her, his eyes shining with a burning curiosity as he slowly made his way to stand in front of her where she leaned against the cold wall.

She could see the way the chandeliers were shining in his honey eyes as he neared, the way his hair was looking rather fluffy and untamed from the warmth of the room and how he seemingly nervously tugged at the cuffs of his blazer as he was only a few steps away from standing before her.

She slowly let her wine glass come down from where it was near her face to dangle before her and straightened her back as she slowly pushed herself off of the wall and subtly tugged on the hem of her dress to straighten it out.

“Hi,” he said when he finally found himself in front of her, his eyes mesmerized in the way hers gleamed under the dim lighting.

“Hello,” she said softly and felt her lips being tucked into a nervous smile from the way he was looking so intensely at her.

“Hi,” he repeated, this time in an almost silent whisper.

“You’ve already said that,” she said softly, making sure her tone was light and there was a smile on her face so he understood her light hearted joke.

He simply laughed a bit before shaking his head softly before looking down at his shuffling feet. “Right,” he said when he looked back at her, “I’m Mason.”

He stuck his hand out rather clumsily into the existing space between them and she looked down at it and up to his eyes again before reaching out and taking his bigger hand in hers and introducing herself with an ever growing smile on her face.

He maintained eye contact as he softly mumbled her name to himself, as trying to cement her in the depth of his mind. “I’m sorry, but have we met before?” he asked gently, head tilting slightly and his eyes seemed to have become wider in wonderment of the woman standing so timidly in the corner of a raging party.

“I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure,” she said with faux confidence, the shuffling feet and shaky hands betrayers of her attempted façade.

He laughed softly and nodded to himself before squaring up his shoulders slightly under the midnight-sky black blazer, confidence slowly starting to ooze out of his every movement. “You’re right,” he said with a tilted smile, dimple becoming more and more prominent by the second, “I think I would’ve remembered meeting you.”

She could feel the heat dance from her neck to her cheeks as she averted her eyes away from his, desperate to not succumb and drown in the pools of brown; knowing she would never make it to the surface again if she even as much as dipped a single toe in them.

A small giggle subconsciously left her painted lips as she leaned her head back to rest against the wall once again.

The world around them seemed to transform into a blur. Shapeless forms and noiseless voices moving through the crowded room; nothing clearer to them than the person standing before them and the enchantment that had been cast upon them.

“Well aren’t you a charmer,” she said before finishing off her glass of wine and placed it on the table beside her, her lips savouring the bitter taste and she saw the way his eyes lingered at them for a few long moments before he brought them back up to meet hers.

“I try,” he said with a cocky smile starting to spread over his lips as he took a miniscule step closer to her, the tips of their shoes inches away from bumping into one another. “So,” he started and moved to stand next to her, his taller frame looming over her as they stood almost shoulder to shoulder, the material of his blazer a breath away from the bare skin of her arm, “how come you are at this thing?” he flicked his head to signal to the masses around them, both pairs of eyes flying over the numerous guests.

“I intern for one of the companies,” she explained rather shyly, fingers knotting together in front of her.

“Exciting,” he said and looked down at her as she kept her gaze focused solely on her fiddling hands but he noticed the small smile slowly breaking through; like sunshine breaking through the leaves of the tallest trees.

“Not really,” she mumbled with a careful laugh before taking in a deep breath and looked back up at him, “at least not as interesting as being a star football player.”

He simply shrugged his shoulders before folding his arms across his chest and she was sure she saw a blush the shade of her childhood sheets coating his cheeks and spreading to the tips of his ears.

“I think that’s a rather subjective opinion,” he came back smoothly after clearing his throat into his fist.

She screwed her face lightly, laughing at his comment. “I don’t believe it is, I’m sorry,” she laughed and relished in the feeling of his blazer brushing her as her shoulders shook with her gentle laugh. “I think there are few professions that are as interesting as a professional football player.”

It was his time to screw up his face and she continued to laugh when she looked up at his face and his scrunched up nose.

“I would be careful if I were you,” he teased and looked down at her and his smile seemed to widen as she continued to look up at him as he looked down at her.

“Oh really?” she replied and raised her eyebrows in question.

“People might think you were a fan if you keep up,” he simply said and shrugged his shoulders casually.

“Oh,” she laughed rather loudly, not noticing the multiple pairs of eyes landing on the mingling pair, “we can’t have that, now can we.”

He chuckled and moved to lean his side against the wall and was now facing her profile as she kept her eyes on the room, his eyes following the slope of her nose and the dip of her lips.

“Now you’re just bruising my ego,” he said with a small pout on his lips that soon disappeared.

“I think you’ll survive, to be honest,” she fired back, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“I don’t think I will,” he sighed, mockingly placing his hand over his chest.

“Oh no,” she laughed along, “I don’t want it on my conscience that I’ve hurt Mason Mount.”

It was as he had waited for words along that line to fall from her lips and smirked as he pushed himself off of the wall and gently clapped his hands together in front of him.

“I think that I know how you can make it up to me,” he said, words making their way out around his growing grin.

“How’s that?” she asked with raised brows and matched his stature and stood in front of his taller frame.

His eyes bore into her own as they stood in a silent stand off, silently waiting to see if the other would be the first to dare to make the move and take a step forward.

“I think,” he said, caving in to the tension and shuffling the slightest bit forward, “that my ego would feel a lot better, if I get to buy a pretty girl like you a drink.”

The heat seemed to never leave her face, as she willed herself to remain eye contact through his flirty words, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing her melt at his feet.

“It’s a free bar,” she replied, squaring up her shoulders.

“Oh,” she saw his façade crumble slightly, his eyes darting away from hers to glance at the bar where numerous people were hovering; all of them seemingly in different stages of intoxication.

“Then humour me for a bit more and let me pretend to buy you a drink,” his eyes went back to hers, a nervous smile toying at his lips; his cocky aura diluted the tiniest bit.

She mirrored his movement and glanced over her shoulder to look at the bar and noticed Alice’s eyes firmly set on the young pair and mirrored her questioning glance with her own furrowed brows.

She turned back to Mason and sent him a small smile before nodding her head softly, “if you insist.”

His smile grew by a tenfold and directed his arm towards the bar for her to lead the way and he followed close behind before moving up next to her and directed her softly by placing his hand on the small of her back; his touch burning even through the fabric of her dress and she was almost sure she would find his handmark burned into her skin when she got home that evening. And she wasn’t sure that she ever wanted it to leave her skin.

They managed to squeeze their way into a small unoccupied space by the bar, their sides leaning against the top of the bar as they stood looking at each other.

“So,” he started, staring into her gentle eyes intensely, “what would the pretty lady like?”

She sighed softly before breaking eye contact and looked down at the menu taped to the counter, her fingers tapping along with the rhythm of the song playing over the speakers.

“I think I will just have a glass of wine,” she mumbled softly, mostly to herself, before turning back to look at him just to see him never having looked away from her.

She was about to repeat her words but he managed to beat her to it. “A glass of red wine,” he repeated while nodding his head, “a sophisticated, pretty lady. Lucky me.”

She laughed at his words and his heart fluttered like a hummingbird at this sight of her crinkled eyes and broad smile.

“I don’t think that drinking red wine makes you inherently sophisticated,” she said around the end of her soft giggle.

“Maybe not,” he agreed, “but using the word ‘inherently’ does.”

She just softly rolled her eyes, looking across the bar top to the bartender that had found her way to the pair. She flicked her eyes from the bottles of liquor on the shelves behind the bar to Mason as he told the bartender their order; a glass of red wine for her and a gin and tonic for him.

“I think you should consider broadening your vocabulary horizon if you think ‘inherently’ is a smart word,” she teased after the bartender had handed over their drinks.

“Mayhaps you could teach me some of your big, fancy words,” he said after taking a swig of his drink.

“Maybe I could,” she teased with a shrug of the shoulders and hid her smile behind the lip of her glass as she sipped her wine.

“Did you learn those words from being an intern?” he asked curiously, moving to get comfortable against the counter, signalling that he didn’t have plans to leave any time soon.

“No, that would be from uni,” she said.

“Ah,” he said, “you’re just getting smarter by the minute aren’t you.”

She rolled her eyes playfully before shaking her head, “stop it.”

He just smiled at her bashfulness and took another sip from his glass.

“So you’re both a student and an intern?” he asked and resisted the temptation to brush her hair behind her ear but was beaten to it by her own gentle fingers.

“Yeah, really living the dream,” she joked, tilting her head back slightly to look up to the ceiling.

“What do you study?” he asked and moved slightly closer to her when a guy maneuvered his way towards the bar behind him, forcing the space between them to minimize.

“English lit,” she said with a small, timid smile taking over her previous cheshire cat grin.

“See,” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air, “smart.”

“Shut up,” she mumbled through a fake scowl, waves of embarrassment washing over her and a desire to duck her face and hide away being overpowered by the feeling of his fingers starting to gently trace over her hand that laid on the counter.

“Okay, okay,” he finally conceded with raised hands, yet the teasing glint never left his honey eyes. “How is it working as an intern?”

The conversation between them flowed as easily as their drinks did, big grins turning to timid smiles, cheeks a constant shade of pink and gleaming eyes meeting over raised glasses.

He basked in the sense of normality that radiated off of her; just a small town girl trying to get by while balancing both university and her job as an intern. He was repeatedly blown away by her vast flow of words he was sure he had never used before and her questions he had to think twice about; a tingling feeling travelling through him at her want to know who he was outside of The Mason Mount. A genuine curiosity of wanting to get down and get to know all the crooks and crannies that made him. Shy questions about his family and his childhood, his aspirations in life outside the world of football and what he would have studied if he had chosen to pursue a career in academia instead of an athlete.

She found herself resting peacefully in his warm eyes and his quick witted responses to her jokes. She liked that he seemed to be genuinely interested in her life, constantly asking questions about school or work and if she had always enjoyed reading and if she had a career in mind when the time came. She was amazed by his passion about football and his seemingly endless wisdom around the field despite his own undermining of his own knowledge. He laughed at her tales from childhood and contributed with some of his own, all the while his fingers were dancing across the palm of her hand that rested against the bar.

They were only pulled from their privat bubble when Alice came up to her and gently pulled at her shoulder.

Both of them turned to look at the intruder, disappointment and confusion swimming in both pairs of eyes.

“I’m very sorry to interrupt,” she said with a small smile before turning to look at her friend, “but Paul is leaving now if you’re still interested in catching a ride home.”

Realization hit her and she quickly searched the crowd and saw one of the older coworkers at the firm looking like he was on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion.

“Right,” she said softly, turning back to the man before her before casting a brief look back at Alice, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

She downed the wine that was splashing in the bottom of her glass as her friend made her way over to their designated driver, eyes diverting away from the ones in front her, not wanting to see them for potentially the last time.

Her attempts went down the drain when she felt him gently tapping the palm of her hand with his fingers and her eyes went to meet his as a reflex.

“I guess this is goodbye,” she mumbled softly after placing her glass on the bar top.

“Yeah,” he mumbled softly, a small smile trying to get through on his lips.

She gently pushed herself away from the bar and dared to take a small step forward. She gently placed her hands on his chest, fingers fiddling with the lapels of his blazer. His hand that wasn’t resting on the counter went to softly grab her hip, his head tilting down slowly.

“It was lovely to meet you Mason,” she whispered just for the two of them to hear, wanting whatever that had happened during the night to stay just between the two of them.

She tilted her head up ever so slightly and let her lips gently graze his stubbled cheek, her nose incidentally brushing his cheekbone. She let her lips linger for a moment, both wishing that time would be at a standstill for a second; wishing desperately that they didn’t have to part.

When she finally pulled away she smiled softly at his closed eyes and moved her hand up to gently caress the cheek she hadn’t kissed and felt the smile grow when she saw the dimple softly forming from his satisfied smile.

She slowly peeled herself away, feeling like a gum stuck to the pavement; almost impossible to peel off completely and she knew that a tiny bit of her would be stuck with the man in front of her for a long time.

Before she moved too far away he was swift to grab a hold of one of her hands, slowly lifting it up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against her knuckles while looking into her gentle eyes.

“It was a pleasure,” he mumbled while giving the back of her hand one last sweep of his thumb before letting her go to be absorbed into the masses.

As she made her way across the room she was sure she could feel the burning gaze of his eyes on the back of her head. She bopped in and out of the crowd, attempting to get to Paul and Alice in one piece and before she caved and turned back to Mason.

When she finally reached the pair she tailed after them as they made their way out of the room. She turned around for the last time before walking through the doors to the reception and saw Mason still standing at the bar with his eyes locked on her and she raised her hand in a small wave and smiled softly to herself when he reciprocated the gesture.

She turned back around and jogged to catch up with her coworkers and followed them out the door and down the stairs that led to the parking space.

As the trio made gentle conversation while searching for Paul’s car in the darkness of the night which was only illuminated by the light from the hotel the fundraiser had been held in, she heard a call of her name from behind her.

She turned around fearing she had somehow forgotten something but raised her eyebrows in surprise when she saw Mason slightly jogging down the stairs and across the parking lot to get to her as fast as possible.

“Hey,” he said when he came to a stop in front of her, and even in the minimal lightning she could see how his nose was already turning the slightest bit red from the chill of the night along with the lipstick stain she had left on his cheek.

“Hi,” she said, acutely aware of her coworkers looking on behind her.

“It’s just,” he started before shaking his head to himself before starting over, “I was wondering-” he began as he nervously fiddled with the knot of his tie to loosen it slightly. He blew out a deep breath, “I would be a massive idiot if I didn’t even attempt to ask for your number.”

Her eyes widened the slightest at his bold words, heat rising to her cheek for the millionth time that night and felt a big smile take over her lips. She saw the way the nervousness seemed to disappear ever so slowly from his body the more her smile grew.

She reached down to retrieve her from the depth of her purse and handed it carefully over to him, eagle eyes watching him put in his own number before shooting himself a quick text and she heard a faint ping go off from one of his trouser pockets.

He handed her back the phone and she put it back with a small smile and she opened her mouth to say something but before she could get the words out he had taken a step forward. His hands went to gently cup her cheeks before pulling her in for a small kiss.

Their lips fitted together like a puzzle, interlocking like a heart shaped locket and their noses bumped like it had been a prophecy made by the gods eons ago.

Her hands grabbed at his balzer at his sides, sticking to him as he gently pulled away from the kiss and rubbed her nose softly with his before pulling his face back so he could take in her blissful face.

“I’ve really wanted to do that all night,” he mumbled softly, keeping his hands on her jaw.

“Well,” she said, slowly opening her eyes, “I’m glad you did.”

She leaned in to give him another small kiss, pulling herself away from him completely before he had the chance to pull her close and deepen the kiss.

“I guess I’ll see you around,” she said, giggling slightly at his baffled face and still slightly pouting lips matched with his big, brown eyes.

“Yeah,” he mumbled breathlessly, “yeah definitely.”

She turned back around after a quick smile and practically skipped over to her coworkers who had thankfully at some point turned around and started their own hushed conversation.

“Ready to go?” Alice asked and raised her eyebrows teasingly.

“Yeah,” she said bashfully and walked over to the car that lit up when Paul pressed the button on the key.

As she sat in the backseat of the car driving down the streets of London she gazed out of the windows getting lost in the ever glowing city lights. Her mind was wandering back to a pair of deep eyes and a dimple sneakily hidden in stubble before Paul pulled her from her reveries.

“Did you have a good night?” he asked from the driver’s seat, Alice almost asleep on the passenger’s seat.

“Yeah,” she replied, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror before glancing back out of the window and the glowing reflection as she felt her phone buzz softly in her hands from an incoming message before mumbling softly to herself: “an enchanting night.”

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juniper-and-lamplight · 6 years ago

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Recent Reads -- May 12, 2019

It turns out that I start to feel itchy if I don’t do a round-up of my various one-off recs every few months or so? Though there are some new recs on this list too (helloooo, Lix Storm). As usual, it’s a multifandom mix--DGHDA, Harry Potter, The Hour, and just a bit of Sherlock and The History Boys. Recs under the cut, so you don’t have to scroll unless you want to :) Enjoy!

Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency I'm So Queer I Can't Even Think Straight (But To Be Fair, You're Not Helping) - @dont-offend-the-bees - 2.2k, T, Dirk/Todd "'His mind was buzzing, his heart pounding, his lips tingling, even now five, ten, however many minutes later. But if nothing else, he’d got past the phase of the whole holy shit Dirk just kissed me thing going round and round in his head, stuck in there like a bad song. But holy shit Dirk just kissed him.' In which Todd shows his hand, and Dirk takes a leap." So funny and charming that I’m almost mad about it? The Comic happened, we all lost our minds, and Bees was there with fic on the SAME DAY.

A Thousand Butterflies Can't Be Wrong, (But I Think I Might Be.) - electricteatime | @kieren-fucking-walker - 6.2k, G, Dirk/Todd "It’s a lot, he knows it’s a lot, and he almost wishes he’d stopped to think about his answer before just blurting his feelings all over the place. But then he supposes he’s always been a little like that, and it hardly makes sense to change that now. If Todd feels the same he already knows what he’s signing up for. If. For two small letters, it really is a big word." OF COURSE post-s2 Dirk thinks that Todd and Farah will be together and leave him, because historically, that's how things go for him...bless his heart and his inability to cope with Todd's eyebrows.

Leave What's Heavy Behind - electricteatime - 5k, G, Dirk/Todd "A semi-poetic semi-character study of one Todd Brotzman, the lies he tells himself, and the truths Dirk Gently knows." So beautifully, painfully REAL?!? I may never stop having feelings about this fic.

song for the heartsick (better days are near) - embraidery - WIP, T, Bart & Suzie Boreton "Suzie Boreton, rescued from death at the hands of the Mage's goons by the dirtiest woman she's ever seen in her life, faces a question: would she like to go on a road trip with her savior? No, Suzie thinks, but when she opens her mouth, Yes comes out. And so begins the weirdest road trip ever." This is such a fascinating premise, I can't wait to see where it goes.

To sleep, perchance to dream - @flightinflame - 2.4k, G, Mona & friends "Mona is sick, and loses control of her abilities. She tries to hide it, but it becomes too much to ignore." This is? So soft?! And also quirky, and playful, and just plain heartwarming.

the intricacies of triangulation - reptilianraven | @actualbird - WIP, T, Farah/Dirk/Todd "'Todd. Us. Us and Todd. We need a plan for this,' Farah says. Or the one where Dirk and Farah get together (they’re surprised about it as well) and try their best to get Todd to date the both of them in the most roundabout ways possible." In just one chapter this fic had me HOWLING with laughter.

or make a home - reptilianraven - 6.6k, T, Dirk/Todd "Or Todd’s adventures in dating Dirk Gently, the mundanities of which unsurprisingly turning out to not be very mundane at all (featuring, among other things: intergalactic wormholes, regular periods of lying down on the floor, and several annoying habits that concern toothpaste and toothbrushes.)" With a combination of absurd humor and honest emotion, this fic absolutely nails the joys (and annoyances) of loving/supporting/living with another person.

put that baby back where it came from, or so help me - reptilianraven - 7.6k, T, Dirk/Todd "A case drops a telekinetic baby into the agency’s care and Dirk feels...overwhelmed whenever he sees Todd competently, wonderfully, lovingly taking care of a child." Tropey and ridiculous, but in the BEST WAY. My favorite line in this fic is ALL of them.

Though Your Breath Racks Your Ribs and You Throb with Pain; There's a Juice on My Lips for Each Purple Stain - @sexycoinkidicks - 7.4k, E, Dirk/Todd "In which Dirk shows Todd where it hurts. Angsty emotional smut, based loosely on a scene from the play Kiss of the Spider Woman (VERY loosely- no prior knowledge needed!)" Claustrophobic sadness and Extreme Emotional Intensity, with a slight edge of hope.

An Interlude; or, Compulsory Heterosexuality Made Me Do It - @teacupsandcyanide & @gallantrejoinder, - 1.6k, G, Farah & Todd "Farah and Todd did, in fact, make out while on the run. They also both realised some very important things about themselves. But not the things you might expect." Todd and Farah are glorious disasters, and I love them <3 This fic made me giggle from start to finish.

The Situation - teacupsandcyanide - 8.5k, M, Dirk/Todd "Todd raises his eyebrows at him. 'You gotta admit. We would get into this … situation.' 'What, the situation where we flee from the weekly hired goons into a badly aging knock-off of the Ritz, get shut in an empty room with no escape, and find ourselves compelled to make loud, gratuitous sex noises in order to put the aforementioned lackeys off the scent?'" In which Dirk and Todd have wildly different interpretations of Dirk's "coming out," and the only thing preventing them from getting together was their inability to have an honest damn conversation. Sensual and full of Big Emotions, as is only fitting for these two.

The Butterfly Effect (Love Is Love Is Love Is Love) - teacupsandcyanide - 7.2k, T, Dirk/Todd "Dirk kisses his best friend on their balcony in front of the Pride Parade. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Things escalate wildly into identity issues, old hang-ups, anguished declarations of love, and inopportune sabotage of the situation by their tiny bastard cat." This fic left me an incoherent, keysmashing mess. I might have actually clutched at my own heart after reading it.

Harry Potter Midday, Midnight - @aryastark-valarmorghulis - 8.5k, T, Remus/Sirius "During the summer of 1976, between fifth and sixth year at Hogwarts (and after The Prank), Remus goes outside the Lupin's cottage and he finds a big, black dog in his garden..." The character voice in this fic is so authentically teenager-y; Remus is so deep in his own head. I also enjoyed all of the sensory details, which create such a vivid image of the Lupin home, and the feel of a summer's day (and night).

Aural Gratification - birdsofshore - 10.9k, E, Harry/Draco "Harry's not gay – he just likes listening to exciting stories about Aurors. It's not his fault that the narrator's voice is so smooth, so expressive... and really rather hot." I know I’m waaaaay late to the party on this one (as I often am with Drarry fics), but worth it. As a person who listens to audiobooks for both fun and profit, I could not resist it :)

Letting Go - LuminousGloom - 6.1k, E, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Kingsley, Remus/OMC "A number of lusty, intimate encounters. Although for Remus, it's really only ever been about one person. And it's never quite right, until it's right." I love that each of Remus’ encounters is not only distinct and sexy, but also that each highlights different facets of him: forthright, secretive, curious, ashamed, conflicted, joyful, soft, rough, broken, and (eventually) unbroken.

like tea and knitwear - @songofwizardry - 2.4k, G, Remus/Sirius "There are probably easier and faster ways of showing one's affection than learning how to knit so one can make the object of said affections a jumper. Fortunately, Sirius has never been fond of picking the easy route." As soft and warm as a hand-knit jumper, but with just enough snarky humor that it still feels Marauders-y.

Sky Full of Song - @writcraft, read by semperfiona - 2k, 13min, T, Harry/Draco "Draco turns up at Harry's birthday party unexpectedly and Harry takes a leap of faith." A wonderful blend of angst and humor and realistically messy emotions.

The History Boys Don't you know you're life itself? - Philipa_Moss - 5.5k, M, Scripps/Posner “Dakin thinks you’ll get bored of me,” Posner says, out of the blue, and Scripps says, automatic and habitual, “He doesn’t.” This fic feels so perfectly lived-in--all of the relationships (partnerships, friendships, whatever) are well-worn, complex, and shaped by choices in a way that rings true to life, and to the characters.

The Hour (Guess who watched all of The Hour this winter and was left wishing that there was another series entirely about Lix Storm?)

The Small Hours - deathorthetoypiano - 1k, T, Lix/Bel "Lix stayed at Freddie's funeral, despite her instincts - and old habits - telling her to leave. She stayed for Bel, because she might need rescuing or a shoulder to cry on, someone to make sure she was alright, or at least as alright as she could be, given the situation." A quiet, bittersweet coda.

My thought is not changeable - @lbmisscharlie - 1.5k, E, Lix/Bel "Freddie will return – sometime – he must – and Bel is never aimless when Freddie’s around, not like she is now, eyes intent on Lix’s mouth and one stockinged foot rubbing uncertainly against her calf and their smallest fingers just touching where their palms are braced on the floor." Sharp poignancy and tons of sensory--a perfect stolen moment.

Light gathered in you - lbmisscharlie - 1.4k, E, Lix/Bel "Bel looks at her, sidelong. Her lashes are long, mascaraed dark, and her mouth coral pink. “I did wonder,” she says. “If you were – a Sapphist.” She says the archaic word so delicately that Lix has to laugh, which makes Bel pink up and drop her gaze. “I’m – not fussy,” Lix says. She shifts her weight just so, her forearm brushing Bel’s elbow. Bel doesn’t look up, but takes a breath, lifts her glass to her mouth, and swallows her wine down." Everything about this--tone, dialogue, dynamics--feels spot-on.

The Most Marvellous Place to Get Lost - peninsulam - 8.5k, E, Lix/Bel "It is late spring in Tangier, and Bel feels as far from home as she has been in her life." Gorgeous, poignant, evocative. You know, just generally breathtaking.

Immoral Support - @thisbluespirit - 420 words, T, Lix/Bel "Bel winds up where she always does after a bad day; in the safest place she knows..." This is lovely, and manages to nail their dynamic in fewer than 500 words.

I'd like to explore you - rainbowsuomi - 604 words, unrated, Lix & Bel "Lix’s mind is already somewhere else when Bel tells her to think about it and exits the office, picturing herself in front of the camera, describing bars where girls had their hair cropped and styled with grease, smoking cigars and slipping their hands, elegant, long and white, under flowing, frilly skirts, caressing stockings and corrupting young ladies." A beautifully characterized slice of life (and Lix’s history).

Sherlock Roads, Not Shrouds - verdant_fire | @viridiandecisions - 3.4k, T, John/Sherlock "He's perfectly happy to live out the rest of his life in monastic devotion, feeding John and loving John and provoking John just enough to distract him from what Sherlock did to their kitchen table." Lovely and lyrical and heartfelt (without getting treacly).

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thewritingstar · 6 years ago

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98 that’s a lot of questions I wonder if you could answer them all 🤔🙃

*Deep sigh and putting my hands together* BOI IF YOU DON’T THINK I CAN ANSWER ALL THESE BITCHES!! YOU COME INTO MY ASK BOX AND TELL ME “i WONDER” HOE DON’T WONDER ANYMORE.

don’t come for me like this anon.....here ya go.

smh

i answered all of these and it took forever so yall better read this shit

enjoy bitch

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

-Mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

-both im a sugar addict

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

-bubblegum

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

-prob either really quiet or really loud

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

-I hate soda

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

-I really like pastel and goth styles

7. earbuds or headphones?

-earbuds

8. movies or tv shows?

-Both

9. favorite smell in the summer?

-Vanilla

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

-Flag Football (stealing the flags) and badminton

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

-dont really eat in the mornings but prob granola bar or left overs

12. name of your favorite playlist?

-Shower lol

13. lanyard or key ring?

-lanyard

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

-Sour gummi worms..that shit is CRACK

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

-Great Gatsby

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

-apple sauce or on one leg

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

-all black converse

18. ideal weather?

-warm and sunny

19. sleeping position?

-stomach, side, in a ball

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

-Laptop or phone

21. obsession from childhood?

-My little pony, littlest pet shop, Disney, elephants, Chinese food

22. role model?

-Tara Strong, Walt Disney, Francis Dominic

23. strange habits?

-tugging my hair, biting my nails, wiggling on my heels like a penguin and going up stairs on all fours (when im home)

24. favorite crystal?

-answered

25. first song you remember hearing?

-American idiot- Green Day

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

-Eat

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

-Eat

28. five songs to describe you?

-idk Cartoon theme songs lol

29. best way to bond with you?

-make me laugh or talk about disney

30. places that you find sacred?

-Flower gardens

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

-anything with my high heel boots

32. top five favorite vines?

-Road Work Ahead, Oh my god he on X Game mode, What the Fuck Richard, This house is fucking nightmare!, Happy one year babe! Im 27.

33. most used phrase in your phone?

-YEET, Yall and bitch

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

-Stanley Steamer, The First5California.com song

35. average time you fall asleep?

-now its 12 am -1 am... use to be like 10pm

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

-oh god that was so long ago i dont even know but it was one of the first ones like pepe or some some

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

-suitcase

38. lemonade or tea?

-raspberry ice tea

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

-dont like lemon in my desserts

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

-A condom was thrown on my desk in french class (it was unopened thank god)

41. last person you texted?

-my mom

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

-Jacket pockets

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

-HOODIE

44. favorite scent for soap?

-Vanilla or tropical

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

-Superhero

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

-Big shirt and no shorts (underwear obvi)

47. favorite type of cheese?

-I fucking hate cheese

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

-Strawberry or Lemon

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

-Its always fun to do the impossible- Walt Disney

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

-For my birthday my friend got my a “Sorry for your loss” card and i cried for 30 mins

51. current stresses?

-um everything..college and being the only snacc in my household

52. favorite font?

-comic sans

53. what is the current state of your hands?

-Still have both of them

54. what did you learn from your first job?

-That people are assholes

55. favorite fairy tale?

-Disneys Rapunzel

56. favorite tradition?

- My grandma got all the grandkids pjs on Christmas eve every year and we would wear them to sleep

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

-Anxiety, Depression (sorta), Dropping my churro on the ground at Disneyland

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

-Quick Wit, Art abilities?, Standing on my head and making weird ass noises

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

-Already answered

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

-A really cool and cute magical one!!

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

-From Once Upon A Time, honestly they ave the best quotes. “So when I win your heart, Emma- and i will win it-it will not be because of any trickery, but because you want me”- Killian orrrrrrr He smells like forest”- Regina

62. seven characters you relate to?

-Juvia (FairyTail), Star (SVTFOE), Mabel (Gravity Falls), Maybec (Kingdom Keepers, sassy and artistic), Bubbles and Blossom (PPG) and Belle (beauty and the beast)

63. five songs that would play in your club?

-Boyfriend: BTR, Dancings not a crime: Panic!, Bang bang: Jessie, Ari and Nicki, Read you, wrote you: Drag race lol and Busted from Phineas and Ferb because I can

64. favorite website from your childhood?

-Webkinz, PetPetPark (STILL SALTY ABOUT IT) Club Penguin, Build a bear, Poptropica, i played every game yall

65. any permanent scars?

-only emotionally

66. favorite flower(s)?

-Roses and water lilies..and every flower cause they pretty.. oh Dahlias too

67. good luck charms?

-petting my dogs.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

-Mango anything or Cherry. I hate cherry flavoring.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

-I have a great memory so i usually remember how i learned it, but.. Did you know that the water on the Jungle Cruise in Disneyland is 3 feet deep and dyed brown? Plus the water in all the parks is a special mix that doesn't contain chlorine because alot of people are allergic so its safe to touch? (learn from a disney doc)

70. left or right handed?

-right

71. least favorite pattern?

-those ugly ones on leggings.

72. worst subject?

-Math or english (haha and i like to write)

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

-Grapes and teriyaki sauce. if they on the plate. ill just dip them in. I have an addiction to teriyaki sauce.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

-I dont take any unless I have my period and my cramps are usually at a 10 so i try and take it when they at a 5

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

-when i was young

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

-I LOVE potatos: Fries and mash are best plus baked. I HATE chips thou

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

-Any bright flower or ivy

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

-coffee, dont like sushi

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

-AHHHH my license is soooooo bad. I had strips of red in my hair (got it when i was 15-16) and i didnt know they took your pic at your permit test. Its awful. School is def better and my senior photo pops.

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

-Jewel

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

-Fireflys (arent they the same?)

82. pc or console?

-Console

83. writing or drawing?

-Both but im better at writing

84. podcasts or talk radio?

-Podcasts but I dont listen to alot.

84. barbie or polly pocket?

-I played more with Littlest Pet Shop and My Little Pony lol (i have 400) prob Barbie thou

85. fairy tales or mythology?

-oooooooofffff cant decide

86. cookies or cupcakes?

-oooooff i love both but cupcakes

87. your greatest fear?

-wasting my life away.....or heights...certain bugs

88. your greatest wish?

-to be happy and have all my dreams (life, job, romance,etc) happen. Plus going to every Disney Park in the world.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

-Depends on the situation but sometimes you need to take care of yourself before others. If you arent doing good, how the hell you suppose to take care of others.

90. luckiest mistake?

-hmmm idk being born

91. boxes or bags?

-depends on what im carrying but prob bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

-I love fairy lights

93. nicknames?

-any mispronunciation of my name, Dean, Big D (yes people call me this), Star, Sassafras and some more that yall dont get to know :) You can give me a nickname if ya want

94. favorite season?

-Spring and Summer

95. favorite app on your phone?

-Tumblr, Snapchat, Tsum Tsum

96. desktop background?

- Its items from super mario and mario kart

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

- Eight

98. favorite historical era?

-oof im a history buff but I do love Greek and Roman because I love mythology...Maybe even 1800s.

hi if you got to the end of this then I love you and for proof leave me a 🐰

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cannibalisticshadows · 6 years ago

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Nightcall (1/2)

Inspired and named after the song “Nightcall” by Kavinsky

Rating: T

Pairing: Megamind/Roxanne

Tags: Angst with a happy ending.

Summary: Megamind can’t take it anymore. He has to tell her.

(ao3 link) | (part 2)

He’s sick.

It’s shameful how badly the words sit on his tongue, begging as if it’s life or death to be said. And it’s sick. So, so sick. Evil gods above, common sense screamed that everything about this was wrong on a million levels. Though “common sense” never applied to him much, this was a boundary even he was unwilling to cross. Their relationship was professional!

But how can he help it when he sees her walk away, hips swaying side to side like a metronome that seems to beat to his heart. He wants to cry out from the tugging at his soul the farther she is from him.

So, he supposes that’s why he’s always taking her. Mr. Tighty-Whities goes out and entertains hundreds of woman, but there’s only one woman that’s worth the effort.

These day’s he’s taking her more frequently. Half-assed schemes be damned, all he cares now is seeing her face again, right in front of him and not on television. To hear her voice being spoken just for him, tones low and seductive and just for him.

Temptress...

He can’t even...

He digs his fingernails into his palms so hard that even through the kid leather it hurts. He can feel it behind his gums, unsoothable even with his own tongue, which drools with the mere thought of being allowed to touch her in the most chase of ways.

The need to have her to himself has become overpowering. He writes out absurdly poor or well-thought-out plans just for the sake of telling Minion to fetch Ms. Ritchi. Once every-other week has become weekly.

Weekly incidents have become twice, or even thrice, a week.

“Are you okay?” She asks suddenly, tied to her chair and being quieter than usual. No. No that’s not right. She’s supposed to be talking about the plan. Taunting him. Bantering with him. Why isn’t she!? "You kinda seem... tired."

He nervously runs his hands down the crappy built control system of today’s Evil Scheme. It’s cold here, biting at his exposed skin, but the heat of his desperate, sick want keeps him heated. Bitting into his lower lip, he hunches over the buttons and knobs with his back turned to her. But he watches her from the little mirror he put beside him.

“I am ecstatic,” he says with false, half-mad cheer. “Today is the day Metro Man will die.”

“Wow,” she says mildly. She pauses. “Never hear a death threat before.” Despite her tone they both know it’s true. He usually says defeat. Is she frightened for once? Nowadays he’s not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. He bites harder, this time on the tip of his tongue.

He tastes metallic, and it burns his throat.

“Just shut up and be a damsel for once?” He sneers, baring his teeth and turning around to show her. He’s angry at himself, not her.

But it makes Roxanne jolt in her seat, comically surprised. Then she goes still, eyes wide with... Something. He can't read her. Always guessing, with her. She doesn’t respond, but shrinks a bit in her chair, glowering at him with suspicion.

It’s a weird feeling to drawl out this reaction from her.

~.~.~

He’s becoming more desperate to help his vice. Withdrawal starts the second Wayne throws him into prison, keeping him quiet and brewing over the duration of his stay. The guards notice; they steer clear of him.

No one is surprised when he breaks out not twenty-four hours later, snarling at the one puny guard who dares to raise a gun at him when he comes charging out.

Minion, barely given the warning he’s breaking out on his own, manages to catch him a few miles away from the prison he’s running from.

He’s sick. Still sick. Still wants to barrel himself through this confusing life with the little bits of the drug that’s pretty much the only thing keeping him afloat. An unquenchable hunger that has nothing to do with food, and it gnaws at him like a flesh-eating parasite. And it’s so, so wrong. He shouldn’t be feeling like this. Shouldn’t be physically shaking everything she moans his name in tiredness at yet another kidnapping. Shouldn’t be crying into his pillow at night because he wants to hear her voice outside of the television.

Kidnappings are more frequent. At the third kidnapping this week, Roxanne is barely awake which slightly pisses him off. This is a two-person job. He can’t just broadcast their trysts with her snoozing!!! He wants to grab this little woman by the shoulders and shake her—gently—because he just wants to talk to her.

Curse his alien psychology. Because he damn well knows what is happening to him. He knows why he’s resorted to spending more time in his room, biting at his own flesh because he can’t have what he wants. No. What he needs. Minion is starting to catch on, a bit, and Megamind cannot let that happen. No. No he doesn’t feel anything more than an annoyance for Ms. Ritchi, Minion! I am not falling into the same cycle my ancestors did!

He has to convince himself that his tone is somewhat convincing. Because it isn’t.

Tonight he’s determined to do it better. Today’s kidnapping ended before it even began, thanks to a sloppily build machine. It ended with a bitter, nasty remark at her choice in dress. He feels like a boy on schoolgrounds, tugging at the cute girl’s hair to get her attention.

But anyway. He fixed the machine and he demands a do-over. Tonight. At this very moment.

She’s at home, according to one of his spy-bots. not gonna admit that he’s so wretched over his own alien heart he’s started to spy on her in an indirect way.

He’s already on his hoverbike, because Minion, bless him, finally passed out from being worked too hard. He’s getting really close to Roxanne’s place when—

“Oh, no you don’t,” says a disapproving, gruff voice.

Snatched out of the air, his bike’s handles caught in the same beefy hands used to grab his collar, Megamind finds himself dangling and flailing his limbs.

Fucking Wayne. Fucking fucking fucking Wayne. What does he have to do at this time of night around Roxanne’s place, the bloody creep.

Oh. No. Megamind’s the creep, he viciously realizes, eyes ablaze with fury. Wayne’s the perfect boyfriend. Fuck him, Megamind weeps internally.

“Listen, little buddy,” the meat-head starts, pissing off the other alien even more. “You’ve kidnapped Roxie four times this week. What’s your problem?”

“You are my problem,” he hisses vehemently. “Let go!”

“No,” Wayne sighed, flying off closer to her apartment. Still spitting curses, but also rather confused, because why bring him to his destination when he was usually dropped off at the prison when caught? “You need to see this.”

Wayne drops him on the balcony without delicacy, making Megamind hand on his side with the air sucked out of him. Huffing, he stands and wipes dust off him. He breathes in, catching the faint vegetation scent of her potted plants.

His long-time enemy lands beside him on his white-clad toes, staring inside of the glass doors. Peeved, he meets where his gaze lands.

It’s Roxanne. Yes, she is home, and not at all conscious.

She’s still dressed in the same outfit from earlier; a sleeveless, deep wine-red—almost black—dress that flared at the knees, hugging her hips and derrière like a godforsaken glove. She looked good enough to drink. He couldn’t take his eyes off her, earlier,

That could have been a terrible, terrible tease if she hadn’t spent the duration of their short encounter today falling asleep. Why was she so tired lately?

She’s conked out on her red couch, one leg hiked up over the back of the couch, the other hanging off with her heal barely hanging onto her big toe. Her hair is completely disheveled, her mouth parted open as she drools slightly onto the couch’s fabric. One of her arms is curled up behind her hair, with the other hanging off the side of the couch.

And with that hand she’s gripping onto a bottle of wine. Her mascara has smeared down her face like black veins.

“You need to back off a bit,” Wayne said, his heroism voice gone and replaced with something that actually sounded human. It made things a hundred times worse because Megamind knew what his problem was.

He stood and stared at his poor Roxanne. Why. What the fuck is wrong with him!?

Wayne grabbed him by the collar before he could linger another moment, and he’s being thrown back into prison, to the bewilderment of the Warden. Can’t blame the old man; everyone could see Megamind was finally losing his marbles. He could see the thoughts in their eyes.

But as he sat in his cell, the tv on but muted, familiar orange jumpsuit scratchy against his sensitive blue skin, he thought over this hell of a month. He was sick of this. Sick of his wretched alien secret of this… need.

It should be below him. It should be abolished from his DNA; a trait his pre-evolved ancestors needed for… things. He was a scientist; an evil genius; a lone wolf. He shouldn’t be made weak by the simple, kind smile of a blue-eyed reporter.

Yet he was.

And he knew what he had to do.

Before it destroyed him.

#megamind #nightcall #song inspired #megarox #avi writes

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bookwormcheerleader · 7 years ago

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i was tagged by @trevorfindsthestrals (LOOK i finally got internet access on my laptop again!! Sorry it took so long) 1. Coffee or tea? tea, i had my first cup of coffee on like thursday last week 2. Black and white or color? black or soft, but not pastel, colours 3. Drawings or paintings? idk, whatever is more moving in that moment i guess 4. Dresses or skirts? dresses because i never know how to match with a skirt 5. Books or movies? how DARE you make me choose, i think books, but i wanna make movies (potentially havent really explored that yet) so it seems like the wrong answer 6. Pepsi or Coke? i dont drink fizzy drinks 7. Chinese or Italian? definitely italian on an everyday basis but i LOVE chinese too 8. Early bird or night owl? its almost midnight and i havent started my reading for tomorrow, that counts as an answer right? 9. Chocolate or vanilla? chocolate, unless its a milkshake 10. Introvert or extrovert? introvert, i don’t really like people 11. Hugs or kisses? ive never been kissed so hugs 12. Hunting or fishing? aesthetics of hunting but uh with fishing you can not put a hook on the line and just kinda sit there and chill without looking like the animal lover that your family judges you for being 13. Winter or summer? yes. idk im probably more of a summer person, but i also really like the implications of winter in that everything has to die in order to be reborn, plus i can’t really breathe in the heat, but i also have poor circulation in my extremities so the cold sucks ass 14. Spring or fall? spring, i like the crisp air of fall dont get me wrong, but the rebirth and the petrichor after a spring rain with a crisp breeze that doesnt chill you is just so relaxing 15. Rural or urban? i grew up in the woods so rural but i need to at least be kinda close to a hospital to avoid panicking 16. PC or Mac? pc 17. Tan or pale? is this preference, cuz i dont have one of those, but i am so white that i was the same color as my cheer uniform in high school 18. Cake or pie? cake, i dont like pie crust 19. Ice cream or yogurt? frozen yogurt tbh, it jsut tastes fresher and less heavy 20. Ketchup or mustard? my brother likes to mock me for how much i loved ketchup when i was like 7 as if it was yesterday 21. Sweet pickles or dill pickles? i dont like pickles 22. Comedy or mystery? can we do a hybrid where its like theyre fighting crime but have no ability to act serious, cuz im basically writing a comic book like that with @spectralflutterbeast 23. Boots or sandals? i live in a colder wetter climate so usually boots, but i love sandals 24. Silver or gold? i like white gold typically because its often a mix, it has the matching ability of silver with the warmth in color of gold 25. Pop or Rock? i grew up on steve miller and journey from my mom and simon & garfunkel from my dad 26. Dancing or singing? all i can think of is my shitty karoke the other night, so uh dancing, at least i don’t suck more at that when im drunk 27. Checkers or chess? checkers is easier and i could probably actually win, but chess is more likely to hold my attention 28. Board games or video games? we used to do family board game nights (im currently holding the winnign streak for clue because any games played without everyone dont count) (my extended family is also obsessed with card games, its how we bond, we talk shit and play cards) 29. Wine or beer? wine if i have to have one of these, i dont like fizzy stuff ever so no beer but wine dries out my mouth 30. Freckles or dimples? i have freckles, and i love it when people have dimples 31. Honey mustard or BBQ sauce? i guess bbq 32. Body weight exercises or lifting weights? idk what body weight exercises includes but i have always liked lifting weights, its something im fairly good at 33. Baseball or basketball? BASEBALL IS THE BEST I LOVE IT, i miss playing it so much but its been too long for me to feel comfortable joining an intramural team 34. Crossword puzzles or sudokus? sudoku...i think 35. Facial hair or clean shaven? preference right, um stubble.... im not big on full beards (probs cuz my dad has always had one, seriously pics from when he was 20 we are the exact same but he has a beard, he says he hasnt shaved his upper lip since he was 16) clean shaven is nice too tho 36. Crushed ice or cubed ice? i prefer no ice, but if i have to i like that ice you get in hospital cafeterias 37. Skiing or snowboarding? never been 38. Smile or game face? smirking, its the happy medium 39. Bracelet or necklace? i feel naked without any piece of my jewelry (watch on right wrist, a bracelet on my left, a necklace for me to fidget with, both sets of earrings) 40. Fruit or vegetables? fruit 41. Sausage or bacon? bacon 42. Scrambled or fried? scrambled unless its on toast 43. Dark chocolate or white chocolate? dark chocolate 44. Tattoos or piercings? i have two sets of piercings and i just got my first tattoo last month 45. Antique or brand new? antique unless its something i would feel like i couldnt be comfortable using, i always wind up with a very eclectic mix 46. Dress up or dress down? dress down, never really have a reason to dress up 47. Cowboys or aliens? cowboys, space gives me anxiiety 48. Cats or dogs? dogs 49. Pancakes or waffles? depends on who is making the pancakes 50. Bond or Bourne? uhhhh what 51. Sci-Fi or fantasy? fantasy 52. Numbers or letters? letters 53. Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings? lotr tbh 54. Fair or theme park? fair, i grew up in puyallup (look it up, i can even sing the old theme song) 55. Money or fame? money, i want to buy my parents and aunt nice things 56. Washing dishes or doing laundry? laundry (no icky wet food pieces!) {this is what @trevorfindsthestrals had i just could not have said it any better myself} 57. Snakes or sharks? ummm snakes? cuz theyre smaller and i can run from them if theyre dangerous 58. Orange juice or apple juice? orange 59. Sunrise or sunset? sunsets seem more satisfactory to me 60. Slacker or over-achiever?.....i dont’ know how to answer this question 61. Pen or pencil? pencil, unless im worried about it smudging, then i bought some erasable pens for that 62. Peanut butter or jelly? peanut butter is more filling but i make jam every year so theres that 63. Grammys or Oscars? oscars 64. Detailed or abstract? why cant we do both, like a painting that is overall abstract but the closer you get the more you see the things that make it what it is, ya know, like life 65. Multiple choice questions or essay questions? idk multiple choice questions are harder to get wrong for not having enough info about a particular topic, but im good at and enjoy bsing things 66. Adventurous or cautious? i wish i was more adventurous but insecurities 67. Saver or spender? yes 68. Glasses or contacts? i dont wear either 69. Laptop or desktop? laptop 70. Classic or modern? what medium 71. Personal chef or personal fitness trainer? i would like a personal trainer until i get back in the habit of it and then i would jsut need a gym buddy 72. Internet or cell phone? cell since you cna get internet on your phone 73. Call or text? social anxiety so texting 74. Curly hair or straight? mine is beach wavy 75. Shower in the morning or shower in the evening? ive been showering in the morning because i like what it does to my hair 76. Spicy or mild? spicy please 77. Marvel or DC? wonder woman was my first favorite character, like about the time that bugs life came out because i obviously had two and the other was Flick 78. Paying a mortgage or paying rent? rent, i like assurance but i dont like permanence 79. Sky dive or bungee jump? never been but uh im not that trusting so i probably am jsut gonna go with a no 80. Oreos or Chips Ahoy? chewy chips ahoy 81. Jello or pudding? jello 82. Truth or dare? im a chicken so truth 83. Roller coaster or Ferris wheel? roller coaster, ferris wheels are all of the fear with none of the fun 84. Leather or denim? I NEED BOTH I CANT CHOOSE 85. Stripes or solids? stripes and fat people lol no, solids for me 86. Bagels or muffins? bagels probably 87. Whole wheat or white? whole wheat 88. Beads or pearls? pearls, my mother was a jeweler for 13 years, i cant not 89. Hardwood or carpet? hard wood in a hall, tile or linoleum in the kitchen and bathroom and then carpet everywhere else 90. Bright colors or neutral tones? uhhhh for what, cuz it really depends 91. Be older than you are or younger than you are? i want to be like 34, not rn obviously, im enjoying being 20 and stupid, but i feel like 34 is a good age, of course thats abotu how old my bros were when i idolized them so that might be reflective of that 92. Raisins or nuts? raisins, partially because every time my dad sees nuts he says nuts for the nutty and it has become a conditioned response for me now 93. Picnic or nice restaurant? picnic 94. Black leather or brown leather? brown 95. Long hair or short hair? mines somewhere in the middle 96. “Ready, aim, fire” or “Ready, fire, aim”? wtf does the second even mean 97. Fiction or non-fiction? fiction 98. Smoking or non-smoking? i have asthma 99. Think before you talk or talk before you think? i wish i could think before i talk more than i actually do 100. Asking questions or answering questions? i like to listen to people imma tag: @kiavachiisanoob @warriorsatthedisco @colecast1 and anyone lookinng for an excuse to do one of these

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tell me about your kokuyo gang headcanons pls and thanks

Let us talk about my children the Kokuyo Gang aka Mukuro, Ken, Chikusa, M.M., and the rest but not Chrome because Chrome is a member of the Vongola Family and was kicked out. :^) EDIT: NO FRAN BECAUSE THIS POST GOT TOO LONG GOMEN. I’m going to do a paragraph or so segment for each character I think with some canon facts mixed into headcanon so have FUN!

Mukuro- Mukuro has a lot of canon info already so this is gonna be on the shorter part. Mukuro is a little shit kjasnd Mukuro enjoys reading of all types- from picking up a magazine to novels. He is also very spiritual- yes his powers have ties to the levels of Hell, but I can see religion and belief systems being topics of interest for him. He’s extremely up to date on politics (less in a “wow politics is interesting” and more as a study of people. He watches to see the corruption, lies, and abuse of power. And let’s make it pretty damn clear that if he had nothing better to do/ there was no effort to it, Mukuro would 10000% be okay murdering those people in cold blood because he can. I feel like a lot of people forget Mukuro is a villain (antihero but still a villain too). On a less serious side of everything though- Mukuro can also be very laid back and playful. He pampers himself (spa day with M.M., glass of wine FRUIT COCKTAIL, video games with the rest of the gang, etc.) As serious and scary as he can come across, he is still a teenager. A teenager that is fully aware of how bad the world can be, but also in a bit of a chuuni-bubble where he feels this one man illusionist wrecking machine can take over everything and his only obstacle atm is the Vongola Family.

Also Mukuro strikes me as someone who would enjoy David Lynch movies. I mean I’m not projecting my love of Twin Peaks on him, but watching Twin Peaks made me think he’d enjoy it a fair amount. :T Or at least Fire Walk With Me.

Ken- SMELLY BOI. I love Ken. Ken may not be the smartest, but do not call him stupid! He just works things out differently. Ken can pick up on small things that many people miss due to his keen observation skills; his sense of smell, hearing, and vision are all heightened compared to a normal human being. He can almost “sniff” out illusions if they’re not very well done and he is a natural at catching someone in a lie. Ken canonically hates bathing but I can also see him being grubby in general- he doesn’t floss as much as he should or clean his ears, he has dirty nails, runs around barefoot a lot- stuff like that. Ken doesn’t eat his veggies either. He’s like that one tumblr post where Chikusa is the “Do you feel guilty when you dont eat vegetables/ only junk food for awhile and you need healthy food to feel better?” “Idk Kakipi I’ve only had soda and gushers for 3 days and I feel fine” “Ken...no...” That is Ken. Ken has a huge fear of doctors/dental offices in general, but I think one of the biggest things that he’s scared of is anesthesia and needles, even though these things are supposed to help. Seeing tanks of nitrous or the small plastic mask to go over one’s mouth and nose really drive up his anxiety. Only Chikusa and Mukuro can really calm him down and convince him everything will be okay. Even if the doctor is Verde/ someone he has developed a degree of trust, he still cannot control his PTSD. Ken hates wearing suits and he doesn’t really like getting new clothes either- not so much anything against new clothes, he just likes wearing the same smelly shirt 5 days out of the week if he can. Also, not a set in stone headcanon, but I can picture Ken being colorblind.

Chikusa- Chikusa is such an overlooked character aaah- Okay first off- Chikusa is not as smart as Mukuro, but smarter than Ken. He sometimes reads or peaks into the books that Mukuro is reading, and he does try to continue his education however way he can. There actually isn’t a subject he really dislikes, but Ken and M.M. tease him for still doing things like homework or reading the old textbooks they have despite none of them going to school. Chikusa is also one of the only few in the house to do chores: cleaning, cooking, making Ken take a bath, grocery shopping, etc. He can also do small sewing/stitches for mending holes and he learns small skills relatively quickly as long as they aren’t too complex. Despite his extreme loyalty to Mukuro and rarely seen without Ken tagging along, Chikusa is a very independent person. Introverted, but independent. He spends his time at home playing video games and listening to music, and when he needs to leave, he just goes out. Chikusa is a better functioning adult as a teenager than most adults LOL (minus the fact he has no bills to pay). Chikusa tries to save his allowance money but usually gives some to Ken for whatever small reason like a few extra tries in an arcade game, some junk food or comic, etc. He never brings it up or asks for money in return but sometimes sighs with reluctance. If he really doesn’t want to, he’ll say no, but there’s usually a reason (”Ken we need real groceries. I’m not eating gum for dinner.” “I need to replace my headphone cord” “I have a crack in my glasses” etc.) Opposite to Ken, Chikusa tries to have really good hygiene. The only thing that truly bothers him is that he can’t wash his hair as much as he’d like, but he covers it with his hat and possibly dry shampoo from M.M. if desperate.

Chikusa is ambidextrous. :v

ABOUT THE BARCODE- Okay so another person I rp’d with had the headcanon of Chikusa being a twin and the barcode being a way the Estraneo kept track of them, which I thought was fucking genius. Screencaps and manga scans show he didn’t have that tattoo as a kiddo/pre-Mukuro rampage, so technically it isn’t accurate, but it’s a thought nonetheless. I do consider the barcode a tattoo and not drawn on/temporary/birthmark/etc. I still like that idea as an honoring thing. Like if he had a twin who they marked but the twin died during an experiment so when they were out of there he did it as a we-will-never-be-apart thing.M.M. - MY DAUGHTERU. God M.M. is such a good character but people snub her because she’s a “bitch” and a woman (I say that because when Mammon is greedy it is cute but when M.M. is greedy she’s bad. Same with her attitude! If a male shounen character acted that way he’d be like, a princely type. So yeah I think a lot of M.M. hate comes from people who don’t respect women :T)

ANYWAYS I genuinely love the idea of M.M.’s name/design/background having a small reference to the book series of Madeline. PROBLEM HERE IS I HAVE TWO HEADCANON BACKGROUNDS FOR HER AND I LIKE BOTH SO HERE THEY ARE: I headcanon her real name as Madeline, and the she was sent off to a wealthy all girl’s boarding school as a child. She lost her parents at a very young age and inherited a small fortune, but had nowhere to go. She would stay and live in the boarding school until school was out, and then stay with an estranged relative during the breaks. However, she quickly started staying at “friends” homes instead as her limited family did not look after her or have any interest in her actual well being. THE OTHER VERSION VERY SIMILAR BUT INSTEAD OF BEING WEALTHY SHE WAS VERY POOR AND SENT TO A WEALTHY SCHOOL. The idea of her either being a poor young girl who got a taste of riches and fucking took it or the idea of a young girl who grew up wealthy but was surrounded by people who wanted what she got made her be a lot harder and did a fuck you all I’m M.M. and I get what I want. I love both those ideas and I can see them both working as a background. Both M.M.s’ see how the capitalism really runs the world and the main difference is one just had to work a little more to get rich while the other had less of a struggle but equal amount of determination. M.M. learned quickly that she was rather “pretty” to men and with money, she wouldn’t have to run to anyone or need help from anyone.

To earn money, she started as a small petty thief and moved on to grander schemes quickly. M.M. was a talented shoplifter and would pick up on things she could sell off to the girl’s in school, and then for the big money she knows how to blackmail people and get dirt on anyone. A cheap disposable camera and risky photos can ruin a person’s life. A little bit of alcohol is all it really takes for someone to make a horrible mistake. Also a lot of alcohol can make someone pass out and lose all the money in their wallet. Although she never liked the business, I can see M.M. knowing the fastest cash she could make would be to sell drugs to other girls. A little coke here and there. Think of that post making fun of the group of white boys vs. hipsters with the caption “Who would pay more for weed?” M.M. knows who and knows how to convince them “this is some really rare good stuff that I stole from my parents~ Yknow it’s imported from Amsterdam~” or “Hey I heard you want to lose weight, yknow I know how you can be the thinnest girl in school~” M.M. is resourceful and cunning and she can and will prey on someone’s insecurities for money. M.M. has been arrested and does have a mugshot, but this was in the beginning of her thieving days and she was released later that night. She also may or may not have tried to seduce her guard(s). Also despite her flirting and knowing what she CAN do, she has never gone into sex work. She hasn’t met a man or woman who can afford her. She’s a virgin but she’ll lie about it/ leave it ambiguous just to see what pays more. :T

Now a lot of this all applies to her before she joined the Kokuyo gang. Mukuro had heard about M.M. when seeing her mugshot in a trashy gossip magazine. A young, pretty and precocious teenage girl with a natural talent of stealing? No family really known/ totally independent? Why not try and get her in your growing gang of misfits. She was hesitant at first, but Mukuro, in Verde’s own words, is extremely charismatic. Plus she finds him cute and really saw promise in his plans. She hates Kokuyo Land because of how dirty it is, and actually bothered to have her part of the hideout remodeled for her liking (a nice bed, a vanity in her room, a throw rug over the damaged floorboards, etc.) She managed to turn abandoned and run down into “shabby chic” but she’s hoping she can get it to a more Versailles tier one day.

Not to bring up Twin Peaks again but after watching it I definitely get Audrey Horne vibes out of M.M.

M.M. has the highest education of the Kokuyo Gang and has actually has a very good understanding of chemistry. Her main passion though is music and she genuinely loves to play her clarinet in her room for fun.

OTHER CHARACTERS!:

FUN “FACTS”:

M.M. is a Sephora VIB Rouge member and makes fun of people who have to shop at Ulta (except she does shop at Ulta when no one is looking.)

Each member of the Kokuyo Gang has a preferred fighting video game and main. (SIDE NOTE: I don’t play enough fighting games to be familiar with every character’s play styles in all games so these ideas can easily change) Mukuro- Mortal Kombat (I only played MK1 for genesis and MKX which I suck at but I can see him playing Scorpion and beating up Johnny Cage repeatedly), Ken- Tekken and probably mains Kuma (Ken can definitely tap the buttons fast enough for those combos), Chikusa- Street Fighter as Ryu/ he keeps things very classic (But usually he plays whatever Ken wants to play, so I can see him maybe playing a lot of Yoshimitsu), and M.M. is Soul Calibur as Ivy, who is definitely 100% not overpowered. Also Fran plays Smash bros. and he’s probably a Mewtwo spamming lil shit. Or Metaknight.

Chikusa’s likes to go inside Tower Records and Mandarake stores, but rarely buys anything because of his limited finances.

They didn’t have cable until Verde moved in and would sometimes watch daytime television. Local news, daytime soaps, public tv anime, etc. Sometimes they rent videos for a night at home, or sneak into movie theaters with a little illusion help.

NONE OF THEM HAVE GONE TO A DOCTOR OR DENTIST (except M.M. and Fran when he was at his granny’s) because of their past trauma. When Team Verde was formed, Verde did a health assessment but has been unsuccessful at making any of them see a dentist. Especially Ken- but Ken does take better care of his channels.

i have so much more to type but oh fuck i went on sorry chi jkdsfnaksdfn

#lONG POST #astrasia

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