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delafiseaseses · 10 months ago

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Beatrix Russell's insights

Beatrix Russell, I'm sure most Fallout New Vegas players know her, but when was the last time y''ad a proper conversation with her? I should also say we ay gonna be analysing 'er recruitment into the Wrangler's employment 'ere or her sexual side (mostly, it'll come up a bit).

Beatrix's Advice

Beatrix offers a lot of insights into Freeside and also offers a few bits of advice. We'll start wi' those for structure all of these responses come from saying 'Got any advice to share?' I'll be honest wi' ya, the 'these are reffrence to X' I'm gonna be sayin' is jus' Wiki information. But I'll also provide me opinions on the quotes.

"Feed a man for free, and he'll be back asking for more. Feed a man a bullet. You won't hear from him again."

That's certainly true, and pretty applicable in the Wasteland, I s'pose.

"Good, bad... The guy with the gun makes the rules."

That's a reference to the movie Army of Darkness and the line 'Good...bad...I'm the guy with the gun.' and, apparently, that's also something John Browning said possibly? Reportedly, anyway. Still, also applicable in the Wasteland (and, if we go metaphorical, applicable to most authority). Personally, I think 'good' isn't applicable when anyone makes rules with the authority of 'gun'.

"Time you enjoy wasting isn't wasted time."

This is an adaption of the quote 'The time you enjoy wasting is not wasted time.' by Bertrand Russell. The wiki points out the fact that they're both B. Russells, which is pretty curious. The quote itself I agree with (naturally, I mean, why else would I be doin' this? Hahahaa.) and is probably important to consider as someone as old as Beatrix.

"The only thing I know for certain is that I don't know nothing."

That's a pretty famous one, even wi'out the Wiki tellin' me I know that's Socrates accordin' t' Plato. Let's not get too deep into this 'un. Unlike the last two I see no particular relevance to Wasteland life and, quite frankly, this isn't even advice, Beatrix.

"Longing makes the heart grow fonder, but I've always been a fan of hog-tying my lovers to make sure they can't escape."

I'm sure that's advice to people who're into that sorta thing, but I'm very much not the target audience for it (bein' a proud aroace repulsed at the very idea of engaging personally in such acts). Still, maybe someone over the years has gotten into BDSM because the Ghoul Cowgirl who's name rhymes with 'dominatrix' an' good for that 'ypothetical person.

So, in review, some advice that makes sense in the Wasteland, some philosophy and a bit of oversharing that I s'pose could work as foreshadowing of her future profession in a lot of playthroughs. Let's get t' the juicy stuff now, the reason I decided t' make this.

Beatrix's on the History Freeside

Yes, this is the excitin' part. We'll start wi' the start 'Tell me about Freeside.'

"What starts in misery tends to stay there. Freeside wasn't Freeside until six or seven years ago. That's when Mr. House's robots rolled out of the Lucky 38 and started pushing everyone who wouldn't join him off the Strip. Lots of folks died. Some scattered to the winds. The rest wound up in Freeside and seem never to lose the habit of living like refugees."

Things like this, it puts it all into perspective Freeside, The Strip, Hell even Westside and North Vegas Square am all recent developments. The walls an' divisions aren't even 10 years old. Robert Edwin House created modern New Vegas through violence. We have no idea how many people were killed by it, what 'a lot' means here, but think about it this way: there's a good chance that everywhere on The Strip that ain't the Lucky 38 were all inhabited by people who were either killed or displaced by House less than 10 years prior to the game. That is t' say The Tops, Gomorrah, The Ultra-Luxe, the NCR Embassy an' Military Police HQ and even Michael Angelo's Workshop all were potential homes to people who's lives are now lost to time.

There were people already in Freeside, the buildings and streets not claimed by House, that's why you'll meet many people who are 'Freeside Locals' and have been far longer than 7 years, but as Beatrix said, Freeside as we know it wasn't the Freeside before House. None of the three families lived in those casinos (the Boot-Riders weren't even stationary before becoming The Chairmen). The place was created in an act of miserable violence by House.

Beatrix's Views of Factions

Now for faction opinions. After hearing Beatrix's statements about Freeside's violent and very recent founding we can ask 'What about The Kings?'

"What about them? Pretty much the sort of gang you'd find anywhere else, just with better clothes. The King himself, though? He's got that something special you can't put a finger on. Too bad he likes girls with skin."

I'm not 100% sure if Beatrix knows that last part or presumes it, regardless she overall has a rather cynical view on The Kings as 'just another gang'. An', y'know, while they do have points over a lot of nastier gangs, I'm gonna guess 'Gang as de facto government' is a very common arrangement throughout the entire Wasteland. The Kings isn't the worst bunch in the world and The King is a flawed idealist, but its worst tendencies, encouraged by Pacer and its other more nationalistic and violent members certainly makes them not as clean as I'm sure many see 'em. Still, the gimmick is fun (I bet Beatrix even knows who Elvis is).

'What do you think of the NCR?'

"I reckon they care about getting water and electricity from the dam, and that's where it ends. The locals here are just an inconvenience to them, something to step over or stomp down. They're here for the resources, plain and simple."

Beatrix is correct. Here's a link to Colonel James Hsu sayin' as much an' gettin' called an imperialist bastard by me due to it.

'What's your opinion of Mr. House?'

"Before or after the human race shot itself in the foot? I been around long enough to have both opinions, see. Before the war, Mr. House was a famous captain of industry - robotics, to be specific. Seemed charming in interviews, until he became a recluse. Since the war, though? Didn't make a peep for near two hundred years - but when he came back, he came back strong and killed a lot of people."

Some stuff we already knew there. Unlike Raul, Beatrix is 100% convinced and aware about House bein' House. Beatrix don't actually say her opinion on modern House, but the implication in the way she highlighted that he killed a lot of people 7-8 years ago says all that needs t' be said. She also revealed that House preparing for the War was noticed by the public.

'What do you think of the Followers of the Apocalypse?'

"I don't know how they do it. They're like saints, those Followers. If they didn't charge for their services, I'd think they was crazy. But no, they're just naive. Warms your heart."

Beatrix is a bit of a cynical person, as one would expect from someone who saw the War, saw the next 200 years, saw Mr House's rise and is aware of the intentions of the NCR. So, it's nice to see her have a bit of fondness for the Followers even if she sees them as naïve.

'What do you know about the Van Graffs?'

"A couple of Radscorpions, those two. Gloria is the stable one, but she'd slit your throat if there's a profit in it. Or rather she'd tell her brother to do it for her. Jean Baptiste is one of the sicker humans I've had the displeasure of observing."

Hmm, pretty comprehensive view. Wonder if she ever did any work for the Van Graffs from this view. Prob'ly not, actually, I'm gonna guess she just means she's seen Jean-Baptiste bein' a monster, been in the Silver Rush or maybe she knew the original inhabitants of the Silver Rush who the Van Graffs did a Mr House to. The only other time she uses the term 'observing' there am some sexual undertones, but I reckon that's not 'er intent 'ere.

Conclusion

So, that was Beatrix's insights Freeside, Various Factions and... life, I guess. Some interestin' stuff, I think. An' 'opefully me own provided thoughts an' commentary 'as been int'restin'.

#fallout new vegas #fallout #new vegas #ncr #mr house #robert edwin house #freeside #beatrix russell

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savingthrcw · 7 months ago

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some of the things that will never stop being funny to me from fallout:

in Filly, the Ghoul actually lets Lucy give the ENTIRE speech (kinda looks like he can't quite believe the shit he's hearing, but also not unamused), then takes his first step forward without trying to shoot her. Only after she shoots him with a dart he aims the gun at her (and even then, with his speed, I'm not sure he was putting his heart in it).

Maximus spends the entirety of his screentime like this :( with the little exception of him trying out his armor and loving it, then in Filly he sees Lucy from up close and is suddenly :D (which, hey, fair)

me wondering if when it comes to Cooper and dogs we are going that fandom thing of picking a minor trait that got screentime and making it a big deal, before remembering that in his limited screentime (8 eps are nothing, talk to me when we are back to 22 episodes per season) showing him: talking to his former dog, MISSING his former dog in present time and telling Dogmeat he's not him (which, also I can relate to), mentioning the dog in his movie was really his, questioning the entire Vault system because dogs aren't allowed in, petting Dogmeat when it's not necessary for the mission, slightly smiling when Dogmeat recovers after the Stimpack, keeping Dogmeat with the excuse of looking for Hank even though he knows where Hank is going

Lucy taking off part of her jumpsuit (is that the word?) after killing the Ghoul, but then being given a new one in Vault 4 so it's even more obvious how much she's changed when it comes to questioning authority (although she did leave her Vault against all rules in the first place, so she was always ready to Fight)

Lucy knowing swearwords but accurately choosing to use them when SHE wants and sticking with NedFlanders-talk.

#ooc

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mi4011jesspark · 2 years ago

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Tim Burton research

Tim Burton is one of the most visually recognisable animators due to his gothic and gloomy aesthetic and themes. This creepy animator was born in Burbank, California on the 25th of august 1958. Tim Burton’s childhood, as he claims, was “Unhappy and isolating”. He has stated that he feels like an outcast, this view of his childhood would later go on to inspire characters and plots in his films. “I did feel different”. To cope with these feelings, Tim Burton relied on trips to the cinema, his choice of film? Hammer house of horror movies, the classis monsters, and ghouls. Tim Burton felt like he resonated with these characters, connecting with the outcasts and feelings of being misunderstood. These horror tales would ultimately go on to inspire his own work in the future. These films had such an impact on him, that he chose to escape the isolation by spending his time in a nearby cemetery as it reminded him of scenes from his favourite films. He explains that the graveyard “wasn’t morbid but was exhilarating. It was a place where he would let his imagination go wild.” Another coping mechanism of Burtons was drawing. For a while he tried to follow the general ‘rules of art’ however he grey tired of this, after letting his imagination thrive is when we begin to see the Tim Burton style we all know today. This interest in the arts led him to pursue a career, leading him to study at the California institute of the arts.

Starting his career in a slightly unusual place, something so far from his own style, he found himself working for Disney. Disney, known for its bright colours and heart-warming themes feels like a total contrast to Burtons often melancholic work. However, his first project couldn’t have suited him more, Disney’s darkest project “The black cauldron”. Tim Burton worked on many of the concept art designs for this film, however none of them were selected, furthering his feelings of rejection, and anchoring his place as the outcast. He also worked on Disney’s “Fox and the hound” and “Tron”, however he wasn’t credited for his work on these films. After being fired from Disney, he moved onto two short stories. One being the animated short Vincent, which has roughly 5.2 million views on YouTube and the other being a live action short of Frankenweenie. These two projects would grab him countless directing rolls due to his unique and creepy style. Tim Burton’s involvement with the famous “the nightmare before Christmas”, which has a gross revenue of around $91.50 million USD, is one of his most thought of films.

“Tim Burton: the twisted story of the eccentric filmmaker”

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“Tim Burton: legendary animator”

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“Tim Burton on his life and movies coming full circle”

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gender0bender · 2 years ago

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Monster Trans

by Boots Potential, taken from Inside Out: Radical Gender Transformation FTM and Beyond, published 2004 (you can read the full book online here)

As a kid, I had a fascination with monsters. I'd check books out of the library full of movie stills from Dracula, The Werewolf, Frankenstein, King Kong, and The Swamp Monster. The monsters and mutants always scared me shitless and inspired nightmares of all flavors. But I kept going back for more of the same. As any adrenaline junkie kid will tell you, the sheer heart-pumping, palm-sweating terror is the best part. The intrigue with monsters gradually waned as I entered late grade school, preferring to acculturate myself to the Pretty in Pinks and Breakfast Clubs of the time. However, like any healthy obsession, it gradually worked its way back into action. I began to appreciate the Friday the 13th and Nightmare on Elm Street slasher flicks (taking a short break for a terribly sincere and plaintive boycott since my feminist consciousness dictated I avoid such maliciously misogynistic garbage). And along with my burgeoning affection for punk rock, zines, and other pleasantries, I developed an infatuation with B-movie classics. By way of the Misfits, I learned titles to various Ed Wood, Jr. greats: Astro-Zombies, Plan 9 From Outer Space, and Night of the Ghouls. In my junior high-age, nerdy juvenile delinquency (and only half in jest), I identified with these mutant, misunderstood outcasts. I will never make claim to a coherent gender narrative.

I could tell you a story about my childhood that would surely predict a queer adulthood: crushes on teenage girl camp counselors, tomboy androgyny and jock identity, Transformers and Tonka trucks, and stealing boys' Underoos from friends' dresser drawers. Similarly, and just as truthfully, I could order my childhood into a perfect predictor of heterosexual and gender-normative fulfillment: cute boyfriends who I thought were hot, a darling collection of stuffed animals and Pretty Ponies, and a subscription to Seventeen magazine. To this end, I will never say that my early fascination with monsters was all about my being a queer genderfreak transboygirl fagdyke. I will say, though, that there has always been something compelling to me about a living (or undead) thing that can freak the shit out of someone just by merit of their very existence in the world. Especially when, in doing so, it forces us to question the boundaries of the things we once thought were neat, welldefined, and impermeable (human, animal, inanimate object, living, dead, etc).

My preoccupation with monsters has mutated into something that provides me with an index with which to enact my gender and transness. Cultivating my monster identity preceded my identifying as trans. Part of the reason for this is the rule-breaking nature of monstrosity. For awhile, I was swindled into thinking, as many of us are, that there is a “correct" way to be trans: we have to take hormones, get surgeries, get a GID diagnosis, change pronouns, pass, feel like a boy in a girl's body, and get a preppy haircut. My inclination is to break rules or flee from them, and if this long list of rigorous requirements was what it took to be trans, I didn't want that.

It was clear to me that I was involved in some sort of gender subversion project. For a long time, my queerness has been in large part about widening possibilities of gender expression. I didn't (and still don't) buy the story that there is something fundamentally dichotomous about gender, and that there are inherent or genetic characteristics that lead to expressions of femininity or masculinity (whatever those terms mean). Unfortunately, being in queer communities didn't necessarily mean that people agreed with me on that point. In fact, many homos that I know are quite wedded to conventional understandings of gender and its rules of conduct. When I became frustrated with all of these “play-by-the-rules” queers, I sought out freakier communities. Some did drag and some put on rock operas about animal-human creatures that subvert the futuristic corporate stranglehold on the world. With these people, I found a number of things I was looking for: political engagement, creativity, an unquenchable urge to fuck shit up, and most importantly, a passion for boundary transgression and rulebreaking. In and through my work and play with these communities (conversations, drag acts, writings, and so on), my fascination with monsters moved from spectatorship to embodiment. I became the monsters I used to watch.

The monster identity, however, is an imperfect model. I do not necessarily want to associate myself with viciousness, irrational violence, and pathological insanity (although mainstream culture has already associated these with queers and trannies, so perhaps it's not so far a stretch). Nevertheless, there is something very promising about a monster culture that might revel in itself, that might deliberately position itself as monstrous in the sense that it deviates, threatens, and challenges. As in the case of gender freaks (i.e., trans, genderqueer, FTM, MTF, multigendered, and so on), it is only the common experience of transgression that defines monsters and arranges them together as a group. Frankenstein, Vampira, and the Creature from the Black Lagoon have nothing in common but their “abnormalities”, yet they are bound by their monstrosity. This is how I make sense of my gender. It is defined largely by what it isn't (normative). However, it is also defined by what this disruption of “normal” opens up.

Monsters are often referred to as “it.” Though “it” is not my pronoun of choice, I am heartened by the thought that a living thing (at least within the collective imagination of a filmic audience) can escape immediate relegation to one category of the sexual dichotomy or the other. Like many genderqueers and freaky trannies, I perceive a profound lack of options when it comes to pronouns. “She” fits no better than “he.” For a time, I continued to use “she” in part to disrupt the notion of what a trans person is allowed to be and partly in resistance to adopting the other end of an “either/or” choice. At this point, more to articulate my gender incoherence than to find a pronoun that "fits" or "feels right”, I usually use male pronouns or the pronoun “monster.” Many medical, GLBTQ, and trans communities would often have us think there is no other way than to choose consistent male or female pronouns, or there is something wrong with us, with our transness, or both. Monsters, on the other hand, open up a wealth of possibilities: what do you call someone or something that eludes you to the point that you can't determine its species or origin, let alone gender?

Monsters demand this of people in their very existence. Their rule-breaking bodies and actions necessitate a navigation of language that is unfamiliar and uncomfortable to a normative audience. This is what I would like both my gender and my pronoun to do: create the necessity to navigate language and the concept of gender in a way that is unfamiliar and demands thought and critical engagement. Similarly, monsters open up new and unfamiliar categories with regard to their bodies. They often fall outside of the set of prescriptions that define female or male-bodied people. It is often useless to attempt to determine their “kind” (whether animal, plant, person, or thing) because they are rarely a member of an easily defined “kind.” They may be a hybrid (werewolf, swamp monster), an undead human (vampire, zombie), a semi-human/machine (Frankenstein, Astro-Zombie), and so on. All of these are frightening partly because they defy their kind. They are never entirely what they are supposed to be, and we are able to read this transgression on their bodies. I plan to seek surgical alteration of my gendered chest. I am not intending to “pass," my goal is rather to be able to be read as trans, to create a lack of gender-cohesiveness on my body. In other words, I aim to defy the “kind” that I am supposed to be, true to my monstrous affiliations.

We queers often make the mistake of replicating the conventions we initially intend to defy. How often have we heard proponents of gay marriage or gays in the military talk about liberation? How often have our sexual practices and identities been policed by other queers (e.g., dykes and fags can't sleep together; femmes can't be FTMs; butches can't fuck butches; trannies should always try to pass; MTFs have to hate penetrating during sex; etc.)? It seems that we queers in particular have a lot to learn about the monstrous habit of staking out new ground and in doing away with, rather than duplicating, the rules.

The drawbacks of associating with monstrosity are rather clear. Monsters are associated with evil, bloodthirsty violence, and aggression. Monsters populate nightmares and haunted houses. They are beings, real or imaginary, to avoid at all costs (except when we watch them in movies or read about them in comics and books). Less obviously, but equally importantly, the concept of monsters has racial implications. Monsters are oftentimes associated in negative and damaging ways with “darkness” and “blackness”. They are “foreign” in many different senses, lending to a sense of xenophobia. There is a none-toosubtle connection made between the “monster” and the “savage”, a well-worn racist term historically used by colonizers and anthropologists to indict populations of people with cultural habits different from their own, and to justify attempts to colonize, enslave, or persecute them. These are the connotations of monstrosity that I wish to avoid, disrupt, and question.

Film and fiction cultures have a history of subtle and overt racism that often plays out in “monster” stories, and this is unacceptable. At the root of these problems is a deathly fear of difference. It is in and through this terror of those that appear foreign to us that we superimpose upon them a sense of danger. We make the monster by seeing it as scary. I think it is entirely possible to divorce the concept of “monster” from an inherent evil. Queers inspire fear in people because they fail to fit a prescribed social and societal norm of heterosexuality. So, too, in the case of monsters: they inspire fear not due to an inherent evil, but rather as a direct result of failing to conform to an expected set of standards as to what a living thing should be and look like. Furthermore, just as there are many varieties and embodiments of queerness, so too are there of monstrosity. However, it should be said that this strategic employment of monstrosity is at least partially enabled or at least made more accessible to me as a white person. It might look very different for a trans person of color to claim monstrosity as a gender identity. It should also be said that the multiple ways in which our bodies are classed, raced, gendered, abled, altered, made, and understood are in a constant and changing relationship with the ways in which these bodies are understood, policed, and interacted with daily. This means that the ways in which we claim any gender identity are culturally and socio-politically loaded along those matrices. This should not point to preclusion from forging or claiming various identities, but should encourage us to do so with a high degree of articulation and specificity.

My favorite monsters are the B-movie variety. This is the source from where my gender enactments are inspired. They manage to be at once deliberate in their freakishness, fictional, contrived, shocking, fascinating, never "correctly” human, always tenacious, and often campy. I take from this my pleasurable enactment and embodiment of transness. I revel in being freaky and campy, attempt to use the nervousness I inspire in people to challenge, and never settle into categories I don't feel accommodate me. And every once in awhile, just to punctuate my point, I wear an old-fashioned Martian mask for fun and for effect.

It is interesting that I came to identify as trans in and through my gender-as-monster ideas. There is more than just monster culture that preceded and inspired my identification as trans, and there is more to my transness than monstrosity. However, it is interesting how much easier it was to say, “I'm trans," when I had a tangible example and concept of how I could explain my transness outside of the medical model (of Gender Identity Disorder). For me, thinking about rule-breakers like B-movie monsters laid out a neat framework of what I want and expect out of transness. It makes anti-gender-cohesion as fun a game as it is a serious project. And of course, monstrosity and transness are both of those things.

The most hopeful and beautiful thing about monstrosity-as-gender is the fact that once you become a monster, nothing looks “normal.” Everyone is a monster waiting to happen, they are just choosing, at the moment, to cohere to an arbitrary and fictional set of rules and regulations as to what they are supposed to be. You start inhabiting an entire world of monsters. And nothing looks better.

For a number of years, I have been aware that rule transgression and other forms of productive and challenging delinquency are important projects to me in terms of gender and other personal and political questions. However, in the last few years of thinking about monstrosity and trans in relation to myself, the concrete ways in which I hope to enact those transgressions has become much less of a mystery. It is an answer that makes sense in reply to the question, “How can I approach gender in a way that is equal parts radical, fun, politically challenging, personally comfortable, and a serious and sustainable project?"

It suddenly feels like my project goals are dovetailing with the concrete ways I want to achieve those goals. I am thrilled to have a vehicle which allows me to be simultaneously politically engaged, campy as hell, tough-as-nails, sissy faggy, butch newwave dykey, dead serious, boy-girl-whatever, pansy, and terrifying all in one fell swoop. Male/female dichotomies do not allow for this mobility and simultaneity, but monstrosity does. I find it extremely pleasurable that it is B-movie monsters that made it possible for me to pinpoint the way I want to do gender and the way I can make sense of my queerness and transness. For once, the story ends happily, and the monsters are the heroes.

#transgender #nonbinary #transmasculine #transgender history #trans masc art #trans art #trans writing #personal collection #monster trans #reclaimed slurs

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one-night-story · 3 years ago

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Can We Dance? (Matthew Tkachuk)

A/N: oh wow we’re doing this, okay. hi hockey fandom. I don’t do this often, I lurk but I don’t post. unfortunately this fic has been my tell tale heart for several months and so I figured I should just finish it. it’s a labor of chaos. hope y’all enjoy. incredibly loosely based off of “Can We Dance” by the Vamps (Main character is as gender neutral as possible, but could best be explained as raised culturally female)

word count: 4.9K

“How’d you say you knew this guy?” I asked as we stared up at the apartment complex that we couldn’t even afford to look at the Zillow for.

“He’s a friend of my brothers,” Stacy, my closest friend since I started university two years ago, said as she glanced down at her phone and started texting someone, I assume whoever was going to let us in, because I imagined the doorman would’ve taken one look at both of us and just said “nope”, thus leaving us to freeze. I rolled my eyes. I would be the first to admit to not knowing Stacy’s brother that well, outside of his dynamic with her.

“Ah of course, a friend of your brother’s means no drinking.”

“Only for you,” Stacy said, well aware that my rules about party drinking didn’t apply to her.

“What can I say, I like not dying.” I remarked with a shrug.

As I said this, her brother came out and gestured to us to come into the building so we didn’t spend all night ominously standing in the parking lot like some sort of ghouls from a bad horror movie. We walked over and into the elevator just off the lobby and he punched in one of the upper level floors. I tried not to raise too much of an eyebrow, who’s party were we going to?

“I’m so glad you could make it, Johnny’s gonna be too,” he said, directing it at his sister. Ah, that explained it.

“It’s a hook up’s party?” I asked.

“No,” Stacy went to explain

“Not yet,” he cut in. “He’d like it to be, but you know my sister,” he said. “I need more than money and reputations.” She sniped. That was true. Despite her appearance and persona as a flighty party girl, Stacy was known to lock in serious boyfriends for extended periods of time and depending on the circumstances she was either testing this guy or she had a genuine interest and needed more data. Remarkable either way, I commended her.

“Is this a wingwoman night?” I asked, trying to mentally prepare a role and angle I was going to play for the evening.

“No, no, it’s a data gathering night.” Stacy said looking up from her Twitter feed. The elevator door opened, saving her from further interrogation from me or her brother. Her brother led us down the hallway and came to a door that was thumping from the bass already.

“If the house is rockin’?” I asked with a chuckle. He nodded as Stacy rolled her eyes at my incredibly dated reference. He opened the door and invited us into the most expensive apartment I’d ever been in and the first thing that caught my eye were the massive windows that were looking pretty tempting to throw myself out of should the night go awry. There were some scattered cheers from around the room at his reappearance which was followed by the siblings disappearing into the throng of people.

“Cool, yeah I guess I’ll find a way to occupy myself in a house of strangers!” I yelled as they walked away with humor in my tone. The audacity… I thought with a mental chuckle. I wandered into the kitchen and started scoping the drinks. There was a cooler that had seen better days filled with cans of White Claw and beer. Several liquors sat on the counter with a couple of two liter bottles for mixing. “Cool, cool, cool,” I muttered. I dug in the cooler and found a mini bottle of water, I’m assuming so deep down because that’s when people would need it, so I snagged it and downed it in short order. I listened to the music to try and tell how hard I should be judging the DJ for their taste. With a quick toss, I discarded the empty bottle and went to pull out my phone when I heard a yell.

“Hey Doc!” A male yelled. I poked my head up, half scanning to see who was being addressed and half trying to figure out where the voice was. Standing at a long table in the middle of the room was a dude looking directly at me. I spared a cliche glance behind me. “No, you!” The guy yelled with a laugh. I furrowed my brow and tilted my head trying to figure out what he was trying to ask for.

“What?” I asked with a chuckle.

“We need another player!” He said. My curiosity got the better of me and so I wandered over. There was a brunette across from the table built like a house who had initially called me over and a guy with blonde curls that seemed to go everywhere staring at my approach.

“What about my everything screams “I’m good at beer pong?” I asked, gesturing to my outfit of black jeans, black shirt, and Doc Martens. What Stacy called an “anti fun, anti party” outfit.

“Nothing, but Chucky needs the handicap.” The guy said. This resulted in the blonde rolling his eyes. I looked at the blonde, who if I dared to admit it to myself, was pretty cute by white boy standards.

“I mean…”

“C’mon Doc,” the blonde said with a smirk that was laced with humor, adopting his compadre’s nickname for me immediately, “one round.” He proposed. I let out a small sigh and tried not to physically show that I’d given in.

“Alright Chucky, but you’re drinking,” I said. The guy across the table cackled and they reset the cups. Beer was poured and a guy came to the middle of the table.

“Friends, Welcome to the third round of Beer Pong. To my right,” he said, gesturing to the brunette across the table, “Is the one with the cash, Sean Monahan!” He made a grand gesture as the few spectators cheered. “To my left! The Ex Pat from St Louis, Calgary’s resident shit starter, Mattew Tkachuk!” Wait what!? Matthew flipped off the guy doing introductions with a chuckle. “And his gracious partner for this event running solely under the name of their shoes, Doc!” Wait what? How the hell did Stacy and her brother get us into a hockey house party. On the one hand, that explained the way too nice apartment. On the other who the fuck was he friends with? I must’ve looked spooked, because suddenly there was a warm hand on my lower back and my touched starved ass tried not to melt at the slightest bit of contact.

“You okay Doc?” Matthew asked. I snuck a glance at him and his way too blue eyes and gave a short nod.

“Not used to the spotlight,”

“Me neither,” he said and I tried to not snap my head in his direction too quickly.

“Let’s get ready to RUMBLE!” The announcer friend yelled. A coin was flipped and it was decided that our side was going first. Matthew handed me the ping pong ball as his other hand lightly rubbed the small of my back. There was an electric current making itself at home up my spine as his thumb moved and I kind of never wanted to be without it.

“Alright, you just have to sink a cup,”

“You guys play no bounce I’m assuming?” I asked, finally looking at him dead on while immediately trying not to drown in his eyes in front of hundreds of people where the rumors would swirl and spin. He smirked a little at my question, which while being reasonable was also a direct contradiction to my earlier assertion.

“Sure you’ve never played Doc?”

“When I was a kid, we swapped beer for water.” I said.

“No bounce,” he said. I rolled the ping pong ball between my fingers. I held it out for him with a chuckle.

“Blow for luck?” I asked, fully joking. Matthew smirked, but did so, blowing lightly on the tiny piece of plastic and by extension the tips of my fingers. I nodded once hoping that the heat of the room and surrounding people would be enough of an excuse as to why my cheeks were probably the color of the home jerseys. I looked at the cups on the far side of the table and steadied my breathing, then aimed and took a shot dead center.

Plink

The ball went in and the table audience let out a cheer as Sean picked the ball out before downing the cup. The ball went into one of the cups closest to the table and Matthew briefly untangled himself from me to drink the cup in question. I tried to visibly not miss the contact too much as Matthew set up for his shot. He held it out to me with the dirtiest smirk I’d ever seen.

“Blow for luck?” He said with a chuckle. I laughed and rolled my eyes but complied, figuring we’d be even. I gave a quick puff to the plastic ball and he tossed it for the tip of the pyramid set up. After a brief spin around the rim of the cup, where it was hard to tell if it was going to sink or not, it dropped in with ease and Sean was left drinking again.

The game went like that for a couple of minutes and so far Matthew had been decent about not having me drink, which was a surprise change of pace all things considered. I was so used to guys or other friends trying to shove drinks into my hand and me coming up with every excuse in the book as to why I wasn’t. Though, as soon as he and I fell into a rhythm while playing, his hand fell back to the small of my back and the electric current returned to my spine as his thumb ran up and down with ease.

Down to one cup each, it was my turn to throw the ping pong ball. I carefully rolled it between my palms as I tried to commit the plastic to memory.

“Doc, just throw it!” Sean yelled from his side of the table.

“Go to hell Mony!” I replied with ease, even without the booze. I had relaxed while playing, not as on edge as when I first got called over, sort of a natural fit. Matthew chuckled beside me and shifted his hand to a grip on my hip, the current that came with his touch moved with it.

“Don’t worry, you’ve got this,” Matthew said so quietly, I wasn’t certain I heard it. A quick glance out of the corner of my eye was met with a smirk and blue eyes to kill for and that was enough confirmation that I had. I sighed and rolled the ping pong ball into my fingers as I aimed for the last cup. I could almost feel the room move in slow motion as with ease, the ball plinked into the cup. The spectators cheered as Sean downed the last cup. Matthew was quick to sweep me into his side and pull me closer than I already was, laughing at the victory. I found myself in the same boat, trying my hardest not to giggle, but grinning up a storm. “Way to go Doc,” He said as he pulled me into a proper hug which I accepted in the excitement of the moment, ignoring the nagging logic in the back of my brain that was basically slamming my usual way too hot guy giving you attention, suspect prank button that had been instilled in me since I was a kid. Matthew released me with some reluctance and was about to say something when I was tapped on my shoulder. I whirled around and found Stacy smiling at me and silently glancing at Matthew.

“Mind if I borrow my friend for a bit? Top secret chat, you know how it is,” She said with a smile that usually could convince anyone. Matthew smiled slightly but I tried not to read into how it wasn’t all there.

“Yeah totally,” he said. “Just find me after yeah?” He added looking at me. I hesitantly nodded as Stacy grabbed my wrist. We weaved through the people and she eventually pulled me into a hallway and to the surprise of exactly no one, dragged me into a bathroom where she promptly shut the door and locked it. I quickly popped up onto the counter like I lived there; I called it my consulting position, considering that’s probably what I was about to be doing.

“Stace, we cannot hog the bathroom so you can have like… your seventh relationship based existential crisis.”

“It is not my seventh,”

“Yes it is, you only drag my incompitant ass into the mix when you hit seven. Once when you were on sixth, but that was because you were feuding with Elaine at the time,” I said. “I still don’t understand anything about what happened there,”

“This is not my seventh!” Stacy insisted.

“Then give me your phone,” I stated as I held my hand out. Stacy groaned as she sat down on the floor and stretched out, effectively blocking my out and admitting defeat. “Stace,”

“I’m overthinking everything again,”

“How so?”

“Johnny’s really sweet, like unbelievably so…”

“I’m gonna preemptively remind you that you deserve good things, and good people in your life,”

“Yeah but,”

“No, Darren was a jackass and a bitch and I’m not totally convinced I shouldn’t track him down and kick the shit out of him for all the shit he’s somehow instilled into you.” I remarked. Stacy chuckled at that, it was a sentiment that was a frequent presence in these sorts of conversations. He was a boyfriend, and he’d been in my opinion, a piece of shit from minute one, but Stacy was stubborn and at the time was more doubtful about her ability to love than she was now, so she stayed. Eventually she couldn’t take the fighting anymore and left him, which saved my sanity by ten percent.

“So what you’re saying is,”

“Go get your hockey player,” I said. She turned to me as if to ask how I knew. “Oh c’mon, you know I’m a fan, and I’ve been playing beer pong against Mony for the past hour.” I added.

“Speaking of that, what’s with you and the blonde?” Stacy asked as she stood up and gave herself a look over in the mirror.

“Matthew? Mony just needed to give him a limiting factor while playing beer pong.” I said not moving from my spot on the counter. Stacy turned to me and gave me a look that dripped with unimpressed energy.

“Try again,”

“What!”

“Listen, I love you, but that boy was practically coiled around you and you weren’t squirming out of your skin trying to get to the opposite side of the room, so I think you’ve passed being simply beer pong partners.” Stacy said as she messed with her hair briefly. I rolled my eyes.

“You’re reading way too much into it,”

“Hey, don’t make me give you your own pep talk back,” She said. “Listen, if you were just beer pong partners, then A) he wouldn’t have looked so disappointed when I pulled you away, and B) wouldn’t have asked you to go find him when we were done here,” she added, giving me a scolding finger point, that I jokingly tried to bite as she put it in my face. “Oh my god,” she said as she yanked her finger away at the last second which caused me to laugh.

“Okay, okay, whatever, we should probably stop hogging the bathroom,” I said.

“Probably a good idea,” Stacy said with a dramatic nod and a laugh shared between the two of us as Stacy unlocked the door and we walked out.

The party had gotten no less chaotic since we stepped into the bathroom and I resisted the urge to dive out the window again. I sighed and looked over to Stacy who nodded and disappeared back into the crowd of people. I looked around when I heard a noise that sounded strangely like a sliding glass door and scanned for the direction, finding it off to the side with a couple of people going in and out. I weaved my way through the crowd and pulled the door open to be smacked by the air from being so high up. Despite there being a handful of people out here, they were still fewer than the crowds inside, and that I could live with. The balcony practically called my name, and I wandered over to lean against the railing. The city looked beautiful, but I was a sucker for cityscapes at the best of times. I took a deep breath and let the breeze wash over me. I heard the door slide open and close, but didn’t think too much of it until someone stood next to me and the electric current came back to my hip. I looked over at Matthew giving me a smile and offering a small unopened water bottle.

“Did Stacy send you?” I asked.

“Something like that, she mentioned you’d appreciate the water.” He said as I accepted it and he took a sip out of whatever concoction was in his Solo Cup.

“That I would, thanks for taking all the beer earlier,” I said as I twisted the lid off.

“Not a fan of beer?”

“No, it’s wheat piss and we as a society are fooling ourselves by thinking otherwise,” I said which got a laugh out of him and I thought that was a minor success in my head. “But it’s mostly I don’t tend to drink at parties with more than a degree of separation between me and the host,”

“So…”

“So, I’m here because a friend of Stacy’s brother invited us. That puts me at 3 degrees of separation, meaning that the likelihood of anyone at this party giving a shit about me in particular is low as hell and should anything go awry, I have very few people to lean on. It’s a safety measure,”

“Got it, guess that makes sense,” he said as if having that elaborate of a safety measure hadn’t occurred to him. Not that I blamed him, he was a guy and didn’t have to worry about these sorts of things. I took a sip of water as I tried to figure out what to say next. My inner cynic was still slamming the “this is a prank, order an Uber and run” button, but I was fighting to ignore it.

“Did Mony really need to give you a handicap playing beer pong?” I settled on asking just so I could avoid asking if anyone had paid him to take an interest in me, and that included Stacy. Matthew chuckled and offered half a shrug.

“Only kinda,”

“Should I be worried?” I asked. Matthew furrowed his brow, which still made him look attractive and that felt like a universal injustice, before shaking his head.

“No, no, nothing like that. I’ve just beat him the last seven times we’ve played, and I —“ he was cut off by someone coming out of the sliding glass door and yelling for him. I looked over and watched the frustration creep onto his face.

“Guess it’s my turn to ask you to find me later?” I proposed. Matthew sighed and gave a slightly apologetic look.

“Would you?”

“Yeah, find me later Chucky,” I said. Matthew grinned.

“Will do Doc,” he said as he went inside to deal with whatever the hell was going on. I finished my second tiny water bottle of the night and wandered back in so I could throw it out. The less clean up the host had to do, the better. Besides, I liked to imagine I was a decent person 90% of the time, allowing ten percent wiggle room for off days and shorter tempers. The kitchen was packed with people, the open floor plan not really allowing for the traditional use of “kitchen as quiet space” but still a space to congregate around the alcohol. There were a couple of women in dresses that looked great but I had no desire to wear myself chatting about something and discussing if they could get away with another round of tequila shots without wanting to be completely dead in the morning, a couple of guys talking hockey shop, and thankfully not a single discussion of politics. I eventually found the trash can, overflowing as it was and precariously balanced the tiny water bottle on top of the growing pile of cans and Solo cups. I couldn’t tell if the flashbacks I was having were from lived experiences, set hours, or too many 80s movies.

I fished my phone out and found a text from Stacy

Left with Johnny, thanks for your help, i’ll pay your uber

I was going to kill her.

Fuck!

I scanned the crowd, looking for one person who looked decent enough who might help, or Matthew whoever came first.

Eventually, I spotted his mess of curls and weaved my way through the crowd, tapping his shoulder in quick succession. He turned around and grinned when he saw me.

“Hey, I was just about to come back over,” he said. I tried not to let myself melt at that because I was easy and the alarms were already blaring.

“Yeah, about that, do you mind waiting with me downstairs while I wait for an Uber?”

“What’s up?” He asked, concern dripping from his words and even a quick read from body language that had grabbed onto my biceps lightly, and his far too expressive blue eyes told me was sincere.

“My ride just left and,”

“Degrees of separation says that you’re now a stranger in a strange land?” Matthew concluded and I felt myself smile at that.

“Basically,” I replied. “If you can’t, that’s chill, I’ll just--”

“No, no, I’ll come. I’ll just tell Mony to hold down the fort. Wait by the door?” He asked. I nodded and he squeezed my arms before we waded through the crowds in different directions. I headed for the door and curled my toes in my boots, pulling up the Uber app before remembering I did not know what this place’s address was.

“Fuck,” I mumbled tapping my leg and fiddling with the change I had left in my pocket. Why did she have to take my advice tonight? I was talking metaphorically! Okay maybe not completely metaphorically but mostly! I tried to even my breathing so I didn’t completely curl into a ball in the doorway, but the doormat was looking more and more tempting by the second. A small wave of people left and on the tail end of them was Matthew, tugging shoes on and smiling at me.

“You ready?” He asked.

“Almost, it occured to me that since Stacy ordered the Uber, I don’t actually have the address for this place.” I said.

“Don’t worry, I can order it,” Matthew said.

“No, Stacy’s paying for it, I can’t--”

“Relax, least I can do is pay for your cab. No sweat,” he said as he opened the apartment door and allowed me to slide into the hallway, as we walked away from the noise of the party and the safety of witnesses, I felt myself stiffen up again. C’mon self, don’t be stupid, you went looking for him. Maybe it was the silence.

“Wait, you told Mony to hold down the fort?” I asked with a slight head tilt.

“Yeah, considering it’s my party,” he said with a chuckle.

“Oh,” well, at least I felt a little less awful about him having to pay for the Uber. “Well, that explains the apartment,” I finally said with a slight chuckle. Matthew grinned at that.

“Trust me, it’s usually nicer without half the city packed into it,” he said as he pushed the button for the elevator. “Quieter too,”

“I can imagine, but I was more thinking about the price range. I don’t even think I could afford to look at the Zillow listings for this building, I think I would click on it, and it would immediately ask for my credit card score and my last major purchase as well as possibly my family tree.” I said laughing as I got more and more ridiculous, Matthew joining in willingly as the elevator opened.

“Oh yeah, they wanted my blood type before I could sign the lease,” Matthew managed to get out through the laughter of the both of us. We stepped in and I hit the button for the ground floor as the doors closed and the urge to go back on high alert swept over me. Dammit why the fuck was I so god damn paranoid? This was fine! Absolutely and totally and completely fine. “Hopefully you at least had fun visiting,” he added, trying to fill the silence.

“As you can tell by my everything, I’m not much of a houseparty person. But this was one of the better ones I’ve been to,” I said with a smile. The truth was I hadn’t really been to many at all but this one didn’t make me want to murder an attendee with a baseball bat so that was a big plus by my standards. Matthew laughed a little at my comment.

“I don’t know, your beer pong game suggests there’s a potential to make a party animal out of you yet.” He said and I tried not to roll my eyes.

“Let’s not get carried away shall we?” I said. We were running out of floors and there was a part of me that wanted to keep talking to Matthew, even if everything about him made my anxiety and false self preservation instincts screamed to just run.

“Oh c’mon, imagine it: Mony would lose his shit, you’d be able to drink, and I’d get to see you again. I see that as a win all around.” Matthew said, looking over at me from his side of the elevator car. I felt myself exhale a little.

“You’re suggesting I get around my rule by taking away the degrees of separation, is that it?” I asked, trying to not sound hostile but it definitely escaped a little if Matthew’s face was any indication.

“I meant… fuck that came out awful. I think you’re neat, and I’d like to hang out again.” He said as the elevator settled onto the ground floor. The doors opened and we both stepped out and I mulled over his question over in my head. On the one hand: I needed friends. On the other hand: he was an incredibly rich stranger who reeked of mischief. On my foot, there was the fact that he was nice and was decent enough to humor all my eccentricities, even if there was any part of him that thought them odd.

“I mean, I’m terrible at socializing at parties. However, I am pretty funny over coffee.” I said. He laughed a little at that, nodding once as he fished out his phone. He then passed it to me and I gave him my number, still stuck Doc as my contact name. When I passed it back to me he laughed a little louder.

“I’m not even gonna get a name?”

“At this stage of the game, would you even remember it?” I asked with a tilt of my head. “You’ve still got a party upstairs and it’s only midnight, call it incentive or knowing my audience.” I added. Matthew shrugged, conceding my point, before passing the phone back over with the Uber app open. I plugged in my apartment address and watched as the driver came for the building. “I did have fun, by the way.” I conceded as I gave him his phone back.

“Really?”

“Really, I didn’t have to hit anyone with a baseball bat, and the cops weren’t called, and no one broke their toe. I call it a win.” I said.

“By those standards, that must be pretty tame.”

“Ah, I wouldn’t say that. I just have incredibly argumentative friends and my friends sometimes have shitty partners. All in all, I have not actually hit anyone with a baseball bat, just threatened to.” I quickly clarified. Matthew nodded as we saw a car pull up in front of the building. He checked his phone and nodded as we both walked out of the building. “Thanks for everything,” I said as I shoved my hands in my pockets and did a quick scan of the license plates and car model.

“No worries,” he said with a smile. “I’ll text you when I’m back upstairs so you have my number and we’ll negotiate coffee.” He said.

“Then I guess I’ll see ya around Matthew,” I said.

“Have a good night Doc,” he said. I got into the car and he waited until we’d pulled out of the complex before disappearing back into the building. We got about half way to my apartment when I got a buzz from my phone.

so… about that coffee doc

I resisted the urge to start cackling, instead typing back

I presume not tomorrow, but my monday is clear.

no no, tomorrow works.

Then tomorrow, I’ll text you the locale in the morning.

sweet. did you get home?

I got out of the car and thanked the driver as I walked into my building and into my elevator, heading upstairs to the measly fourth floor.

just unlocking my door.

good. see you tomorrow doc.

I grinned a little and echoed the sentiment as I untied and kicked off my boots, stretching a little as I wandered into my room and got ready for bed.

Maybe parties in houses I couldn’t afford were okay actually.

#nhl imagine #hockey imagine #Mathew tkachuk imagine #hockey fic #nhl fanfiction #here take it #this fic brought to you by my enby ass not really Vibing with a lot of fics due to a lot of things #mostly: fem does not automatically mean long hair #if I were to go to a party I would not be in heels and a mini dress #and I'm an arts major not a comms major #not knocking you if you enjoy these things but they really pull me out and I wish to be the change I want to see in the world #if you actually read these tags: sorry for the manifesto #have a cookie: 🍪

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rosewater-chlxe · 4 years ago

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pumpkin | colby brock

✖ Summary: While taking a trip to Rosehill Cemetery for one Colby’s videos, you both become a little too distracted to realize the dangers surrounding you.

✖ genre ; fluff, comfort, the tiniest bit of angst

✖ warnings ; slight mention of smut, reader w/ anxiety, mention of rituals

✖ requested - yes | no

anon asked: Hi love ! I saw that you take requests for colby again and I sent a request a while back asking if you could write one where he and his gf wanted to film a video but they start to make out super randomly and have to film the whole video again and now I am wondering if you could write it ?

a/n: i’m so terribly sorry for the wait; i hope you like it my lovely!! stay hydrated, take care of yourself, n make sure to rest!! ily <3

✖ masterlist

The setting was quite bizarre for the feelings you felt so deeply and beautifully in your heart; you were completely, utterly mesmerized by the boy standing beside you. You walked in this dark, melancholic place with your fingers intertwined; both his and your hands interlocked. He carried a backpack of filming equipment, drinks, snacks, and band-aids; you carried a separate bag of blankets and pillows. Ghosts and ghouls were rumored to be in this grey, brooding place; even dangerous rituals have taken place here: Rosehill Cemetery.

“Where do you wanna film the intro? I was thinking next to the Mortuary,” Colby said, “If you’re still comfortable and down for this, that is.”

“Of course I am!! Maybe a little nervous, but there’s no turning back now,” You replied, feeling a cold chill go down your spine at the thought of anything going wrong.

“Then the Mortuary it is,” He said with a grin that contained a hint of rebellion and mischief in it.

As the violet-haired boy filmed the intro to his video, you admired his every feature and each mannerism. The way he talked while swaying his hands and hips; the dimples slightly showing through his cheeks, the motions of his jawline. The angelic, ethereal man that stood before you made you weak to your knees; it was hard to count every breath he took from your lungs.

You were so in awe that you couldn’t hear the pet names said to get your attention, until finally he said your name.

“Y/N? You alright?” He questioned with a slight smile, catching your wandering eyes.

“Perfect.” You replied with a soft smile as he looked you up and down.

You both ended up heading to the biggest honorary statue nearby, to not only take a thumbnail but also to explore more of the graveyard. As you quietly stumbled down the gravel path with Colby, hand in hand, he made witty comments to the camera whilst paying close attention to your surroundings. This if the first kind of video of Colby’s that you’ve joined; you’ve always been eager to do something like this, though you know it can get risky and dangerous. That’s exactly why he held it off for so long, he never wanted to put you in any kind of uncomfortable or tense situations. The dyed-haired boy leading you has always been the utmost respectful and kind human being you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

The amount of pure infatuation and love you held for him came without hesitance or thought; no number could label what you felt, no word could describe what happened in you when you simply glance at him. The electric blue butterflies swarming through your heart and the rosewater in your veins never faded, only growing more and more intense each waking second. Before him, it was as if your world could only be seen in light grey and shades of blue; now everything is built with much higher saturation.

You knew not of what may happen in the future, but you knew you seen him in every upcoming chapter.

“Excited?” Colby asked, grinning at you as he looked back at you.

“Very; and a little scared, not gonna lie,” you replied with a light, friendly laugh.

“It’ll all be fine, if anything were to happen you know we can just go home,” he reassured you with a sly wink.

You nodded with a giddy smile, trying your best to look away from him. He could always make you feel like you’re on top of the world even with the smallest of interactions - that absolute bastard. You rolled your eyes as you realized just how much you’ve truly fallen for him.

You skipped in front of him and stopped him from walking ahead, smirking at him while he looked at you questioningly and suspiciously.

“What’re you up to, rascal?” He asked, knowing of your mischievous tendencies in the past.

“Now why do you always assume the worst from me?” you laughed as you started to trace a fingertip along his jawline, then to his neck; you felt him swallow as if he felt nervous, though you knew it wasn’t nervousness making him eager. Soon enough your fingertip made it’s way down to his chest, then to the bottom half of his black button down shirt. You let out a light laugh as you teased, completely removing your hand from his torso entirely.

Colby scoffed and quickly ran his ring-clad fingers up to your throat, his hand then forming a light grip across your jaw.

“Wanna think about teasing me again, princess?” He asked with a now lower toned voice.

You sweetly smiled at his intimidating exterior and leaned in to kiss him, in which he happily obliged.

You felt his soft, light pink-tinted lips against your own and the rest of your face grew numb. Your body became weak, and your legs tightly squeeze together as you felt the grip on your throat roughen. His tongue darted against your bottom lip, making you let out a sweet, soft sound. Within a few seconds, your hands started wandering beneath his slightly unbuttoned shirt; though as soon as your hand drifted lower, Colby almost immediately pulled away.

You were snapped out of your lovesick state as his facial features grew concerned; the only thing you seen at the statue you were a few feet away from was the illumination of candlelight and light chanting.

“Down,” He whispered, gently grabbing your shoulder and taking you to crouch with him. He placed a finger over his mouth, creating a silent “sh,” sound as he watched what was happening.

“Colby,” you whispered, “What’re they doing? Who are they?” you began to panic.

“Sweetheart, it’s going to be okay, just make sure you stay with me and do as I say,” he calmly whispered while making the softest direct eye contact with you.

He knew you have always had the worst anxiety and one of his top priorities are making sure that anxiety is calmed; that you’re taken care of. He always tries his best to keep you comfortable in every setting, that became much more evident rather than subtle when you told him about your anxiety. He very much understood what you went through and knew that you could help each other through your anxiety issues. Situations like this was something he never wanted you to experience.

“Who’s there?” a man in black attire yelled from the statue, looking in your direction. The chanting stopped.

Colby had a look of shock across his face, then sudden terror as he seen something near the statue that you didn’t; as soon as he gasped, the next thing you knew was running the opposite direction with him.

“We gotta get the fuck out of here,” Colby loudly spoke right next to you as you ran; he made sure never to let go of your hand.

“What did you see?” you yelled in response, trying to keep up with him when it came down to every single breath.

Colby didn’t respond, but he glanced back to see six masked silhouettes in the far distance; they did not run, they walked in unison.

At this point of running for what felt like decades though it had only been an estimated 45 minutes, you could see what looked like the parking lot close ahead. You had tears in your eyes that just wouldn’t drop; your throat felt like it was closing more and more within each passing second.

You and Colby finally made it to his car and looked back for anyone near you. No one else was to be seen. You jumped in and slammed the door, Colby then locking the car and doing nothing less than booking it.

He quickly pulled out of the parking lot and started going far faster than he should have. You seen him glance towards you in concern, making sure you were safe. His fingertips tapped on the steering wheel due to anxiousness.

“Colby, breathe, you’ve got me,” you reassuringly said to him with a small smile, though your voice came out with cracks and whines.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, this was such a bad idea,” he said to you in response, placing his right hand on your thigh whilst he continued driving.

“I’ll be fine as soon as we get home, please just relax for me?” you asked sweetly.

He nodded, his muscles untensing and his jaw unclenching.

“What can I do to make this up to you, sweetheart?” he asked, feeling incredibly guilty for the situation he put you in.

“You have nothing to make up to me love, but if we’re being honest the footage wouldn’t have been used anyway,” you said causing both of you to let out a light laugh, “so we could film another video tonight instead. A more laid-back one? Perhaps making a Halloween cake?” you excitedly smiled.

“Anything for you, baby,” he sighed with relief, “but we have to watch horror movies tonight and I don’t make the rules, you gotta cuddle me,” Colby demanded.

“Most definitely, pumpkin,” you replied lovingly.

- fin.

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obsessive-ego · 4 years ago

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Talking in you sleep

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Reader says Beetlejuice's name 3 times in their sleep, but hes already in their home

Sfw

Idk been thinking about this for ages

Just a small fic

It was an accident

It was no secret to anyone that you talk in your sleep, not full sentences, just a word or two, nothing too abnormal, you didn't know about this little quirk of yours until a certain foul mouthed undead demon wormed his way into your life, he was the one who told you.

...

"Ya know you chatter on in your sleep?" He'd chuckle as if he found something truly embarrassing to bug you about.

"How'd you know? Am I that loud you can hear me in the livingroom?"

"Nah, I watch you sleep" he said it so plainly as if it wasnt super creepy.

The ghoul eventually upped his late night habits from watching you sleep, to sleeping in the same bed as you, he did this so often you stopped setting up the couch for him and just accepted your fate to be spooned every night by a creepy old dead guy who you may or may not have a crush on

...

The nights you've babbled in your sleep always brought on annoying mornings of beetlejuice teasing you, probably lying through his teeth over how you moan his name in you sleep to get you worked up for his own amusement, unfortunately you couldnt prove you didnt since your dreams never really stuck with you long after waking.

Hell with your late night chatter you even manged to summon beej once in your sleep, a night he was spending over at the Deetz, you manged to say his name 3 times in a row, spoken, unbroken, in your sleep, and boy was your face red when you woke up and saw the bastard in question sitting inches from your face with the widest shit eating grin you've ever seen on his face, that was an instance you couldnt deny saying his name in your sleep and dreaming about him, you missed him, of course you think about the demon when you two are apart, even the few days he's with the Deetz and the maitlands.

Tonight wasnt one of those nights, beetlejuice has spent the entire day glued to your side, chatting your ear off about all the scares he and lydia pulled in your absence, his stories always made you smile, the way he practically glowed green with excitement as he retold his showmanship to you.

The night went on with bad jokes and fun stories as the demon filled you in on all the fun you missed while you were doing boring adult breather things and how the two of you should mess with some unlucky breathers so he could show you how amazing he truly was, as if you needed proof that the ghoul was a ham who loved to show off.

As the two of you sat on the couch laughing away, forgetting the movie that basically became White noise to your conversation, a yawn escapes your lips

"Getting tired babes? Am I really that boring" the ghoul teased pinching you cheek

You groan and pull away "well, yeah, unlike you mister freeloader, I worked all day" you shrug before letting out another yawn

"Freeloader? Oh sugar, your words hurt" the ghoul fakes hurt, giving you an over exaggerated gasped face, with his hands over where a person's heart would be "I thought we had the mutual understanding that I was your trophy husband"

You give the demon a soft laugh "you wish-"

"Every night baby~" he purrs pink stripes slowly appearing in his hair

You freeze, it wasnt uncommon for beetlejuice to openly flirt with you, but that doesnt mean it didnt make you freeze up everytime, you werent exactly the type people lined up to date, nor were you very popular growing up, so the sudden and intense attention the demon gave you always made your heart pound.

"Uh, um, I think I'm gonna head to bed" you stammer before getting up "night beej" you mumble before disappearing into your bedroom.

The demon stifles a laugh, god slash satan you were a delight to get worked up, not to mention easy. He loved it, his favourite little breather was always so hot when they were an embarrassed mess.

The ghoul decides to finish the movie the two of you had on in the background, before heading to bed with you, he didn't need to sleep, just enjoyed being snuggled up to that soft warm body of yours, and it was more rewarding to sneak in after you were out cold, bed would be already warm, and with the added thrill of not wanting to wake you.

As the credits roll beetlejuice snaps his fingers and tv goes dark, the ghoul raises from the couch and gives a yawn and a long stretch as if he was exhausted. The demon makes his way to your room, standing outside your door he pauses at the sound of your voice

"Beetlejuice"

It was soft, barely audible, but herd it, guess you were still up, beetlejuice phases through your bedroom door, to be greeted by your sleeping form.

He stifled a chuckle, you were dreaming of him, tomorrow was gonna be great, the ghoul was already busy thinking about ways to poke fun at this in the morning, moaning out his name in you sleep? What kind of dream were you having babes? He could see your face now.

"Beetlejuice" you mumble again in a whisper

"Whoa there babes, you know the rule, one more time and I'm out" he whispers making his way to your bed.

"Beetlejuice" you sigh

"Y/N!" was the the only thing he had time to shout before vanishing.

His shout was enough to make wake you, but not enough to clue you in to what you just did, you grumble out a swear before rolling over and going back to sleep.

The next morning you wake up, a tad confused to not have a snoring dead guy weighing you down, normally on nights beetlejuice would stay over he'd slip into bed with you after you've fallen asleep, using your chest as a pillow.

You dont think much of it at first, heading to the kitchen to make some coffee before getting dressed, you did notice there was no beej there either, waiting for you kettle to boil you give your little home a quick sweep for the demon, nothing.

He's vanished to do his own thing before, he was a grown man, sometimes he'd duck out and mess with the neighbors in your apartment complex, but he would at least leave you a note or something.

You started to worry, what if something awful happened to him? Then it clicked, lydia must had summoned him away to hang out, that had to be it, and with that thought all dread left you so you could carry on with your day, since bj wasnt around you took the opportunity to get a few odds and ends done.

The day drags on into the late evening, you were enjoying the peace as you catch up on some reading.

Your phone rings, looking at the screen you see its lydia, that's odd, she normally texts you if anything

"Hello?"

"Y/n I need to ask beetlejuice something"

"Isnt he with you?"

"What? No-"

Dread returns to you chest, you havent seen him since last night, he left no note, he wasnt with lydia, did something awful happen? was he bored with you? You felt like you were going to be sick

"Y/n?"

"I gotta go" was all you could say before hanging up,

"Beetlejuice!"

Nothing

"Beetlejuice!"

Again nothing, he normally came after the second yell, anxiety for your dear friend make you since to your stomach in fear for the worst, you steady yourself and take a deep breath and say it for a third time

"Beetlejuice"

With a puff of green smoke there stood the ghoul, unfortunately sporting a purple hue

"Bee-"

"It took you that long to notice I was gone?"

"No, I-"

"Why did it take so long then? Enjoying your time without me?!" Red streaks began to show up amongst the purple

"I thought lydia summoned you back-"

"And you waited till now to check?!"

"I DIDNT WANT TO BOTHER THE TWO OF YOU" you yelled back, beetlejuice is taken abck by your volume, you take a deep breath "if I knew why you were gone I would have said something sooner, what happened?" You say calmly gently taking the demon's hand, red now fading away, though the purple stayed

"You sent me away, you said my name 3 times in your sleep and sent me back to the netherworld" he refused to look at you as if you did this on purpose to mess with him.

"Bee, I'm sorry, I would have never done that on purpose, i- i love having you around, and I, god, i miss you when you're not here, with me" now it was your turn to refuse eye contact, admitting such a cheesy thing, you wanted to just die, not that it would help.

The purple hue is quick to leave the ghoul's form in replacement with a much softer pink, you missed him, music to his ears.

"Sugar" beetlejuice grabs your chin and forces eye contact

You give him a soft smile seeing that he was no longer purple, but also when he pulls you into a rather over exaggerated dip and sloppy kiss "so how bout we make up for some lost time and you can make this little misunderstanding up to me, what do you say babes?~"

You only stutter and choke on your words as the demon spins you around

"Would you like to scare some delivery guy and watch a bad slasher?" You finally get out

The demon pauses for a moment, as if to think about this offer.

"Normally I'd be delighted honey, but I think you owe me~ how bout you have to sit on my lap the entire film~" he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at you, you swallow the lump in your throat, this was gonna be a long night

Bonus

The two of you were snuggled together on the couch, Beetlejuice's arms were around your waist, his head on your shoulder, your bum on his lap.

"So babes, whatever you dreaming about last night?"

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader

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leoprosy · 2 years ago

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Monster High Live Action THOTS

welcome to thots :)

im ur host leonidas thotticus and today we are talking Monster High: The Movie (2022) with some spoilers ! it is all OPINION and only on the viewing of the movie versus my own MH opinions. Mostly on character portrayal and designs! and i had fun writing this lol

tbhh honestly i am not a good critic because a movie that entertains me is a good movie.

I think the best viewing experience is thinking of it as separate from the original because they aren't the same, and comparing them is kind of pointless, and i'll try to not do that but it is hard.

I'm only giving opinions here cause I haven't done any research besides like scrolling the tag on tumblr lol.

My fave was Frankie, obviously. Nonbinary, neurodivergent representation!! I felt very seen, and represented!! I wish i was that cool in high school! They're full of knowledge, don't really know social rules (and even comment on the fact that there seems to be this rule book that everyone but them has read) and man MOOD. I love their outfits, they are the right amount of ugly that i personally love to sport and yeah <3 big love for Frankie.

Draculaura made me kinda :/ initially because she's kinda a bitch at the beginning. but! she isnt meant to be G1 Draculaura! I wish she was kinder but she comes around. I really related to having parents that have insane expectations of you (the whole 'a 92% is failing' thing was like. wow mood.) and not wanting to let them down so you aren't your full self around them? heart breaking. love u draculaura. also loved that Dracula was a little pink lol.

Clawdeen was alright. Her actress was very um.... Disney in the 2000s acting wise. But like it wasn't bad! I think the half human half werewolf thing has the potential to be cool but they were really fast to be like 'hey we actually are cool with humans!' and outed Clawdeen which is weird like? i feel like the other students weren't just gonna be accepting immediately. Like, idk way to put a target on her. Her outfits were definitely not the most fashionable but i did like some of them! Also the ears were really cool :3 she also has a pretty singing voice ngl she killed it

Cleo was boring. i miss her being a mean girl who also supported her ghouls and loved them. like. she only comes around cause Clawdeen saved her? also dont understand Deuce's reasons for leaving her? were they bullies together and he didn't want to be anymore? i think that's what i got from that? wack.

Ghoulia also wasn't given very much screentime, and they took away the whole zombie genius thing!! which sucks cause i really liked that she was so smart even though people couldn't understand her all the time. But!! Cleo and the ghouls could and always trusted her!! she was such a side character in this movie. I get that maybe they didnt have the budget for the other characters to have bigger storylines or whatever and thats cool. I hope they do more with everyone in the animated show, cause it seems like it follows the same lore as the movie thus far.

Deuce actually still very swaggy even though he looks like Jughead. I miss his sunglasses cause how tf do normal glasses protect people !?!?! maybe they explained it and i missed it

Heath :( my poor flamey boy. :( the cgi was so bad. and he barely did anything. but again, not enough budget and time whatever. pls more heath in the show <3

I loved Bloodgood but her jacket was like. so cheap looking. the lining stuff on the collar was so weird? like they didn't completely cover it? and the buttons were weird? idk it didnt vibe with me.

Mr. Komos did look like Jackson and then wound up being Hyde's son which is cool! fun twist! easy to see coming but still interesting i think. His full monster design was kinda funny though. like not super scary. the power to take other monster's powers?? pretty sick ngl.

Some of the outfits were boring, some of them were alright and fun even! Frankie's were my favorite obvs. I think they gave Draculaura a darker aesthetic which is cool and witchy but i also hope they bring back some of the more like dainty victorian looks to kinda idk? balance it? clash a little in a good way? they were more modern designs for sure and i get that, and that it wasn't ever going to be as alternative and gothic as the original and thats okay! i think they could've done more but hey. budget i guess.

OVERALL

it was as cheesy and goofy and plot-hole ridden as any other MH movie I've seen. Was it a Cinematic Masterpiece? No. Was it pretty okay? yeah! fun, silly, definitely a kids movie I would've enjoyed as a kid. I'd say if you're gonna watch it- pirate it! and maybe don't go in thinking you're gonna hate it cause then i mean, yeah you're gonna hate it. it isnt G1, don't expect it to be.

thank u for coming to my thots, i might do this more often because its fun :) there are lots of movies i've never seen that everyone ever has seen so maybe? i'll do that! idk like and subcscribes

#leo thots #leonidas thotticus #monster high live action #monster high spoilers

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nissakii · 4 years ago

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Significance of “Madness” in anime

We’ve already established in other posts about significant emotions and concepts in anime or specific media before. The Significance of losing or the one of visuals and metaphors in Haikyuu!! are some of those I would love to mention here, but today we shall delve into a broader topic that goes more along the lines of Makii’s thrilling post about Danganronpa and the Significance of Despair.

Today, our topic of interest is madness.

To ease your mind, in this post we will be talking about the representation of insanity and madness in some anime characters and how that reflects on the story and ourselves as an audience.To make one thing clear, a lot of the times we see overexaggerated versions of unstable characteristics in anime that aren’t realistic.

This is in no way a discussion about actual mental illnesses and not a professional approach to analysing them to our real life standards, but maybe a start to an interesting discussion about how we portray and handle what one may colloquially call “craziness”.

Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s start!

Artists, and no matter for example if they write or draw, use their platforms to deliver messages in cryptic ways. As humans, we have the innate ability to look at something and consume the facts through entertainment which makes us crave new media to follow and analyse.

We love to question things instead of just taking them as they are, and that is why most writers out there will play around with the perception of their audience.

You may be familiar with the common question that ghosts through your head as you enjoy the latest episode of your favorite anime.

Why did he do that? Is she a traitor? What makes them think that way?

Although one might always do it consciously, we most definitely analyse whatever media we consume and decide for ourselves if it is important enough to keep in mind for future reference.

What the writer or founder of the anime ultimately wants from the reader is a reaction.

No matter what they intend to do with it, if they enjoy the viewer getting excited or traumatised is not of importance, but a reaction is evidently one of the goals.

And as strong emotions always evoke an even stronger reaction, anime characters are often very idealized and have ideologies that make them want to do one particular thing.

Be it save the world or destroy it, we focus and look at these characters and root for them if they give us a reason to do so.

Both sides of good and bad can have deeply rooted admiration drawn out of us, and it sometimes doesn’t even matter because the more interesting part is the lovely grey area in between.

We need a balance of good and bad to enjoy both.

Empathy makes us viewers want to relate to the characters, and if the author gives us the possibility to learn why someone does something, it gets harder and harder to dislike them. That’s why tragic backstories and flashbacks are such an overused tool in anime, because with the extreme behaviour some characters show they also need equal amounts of redemption.

We attach ourselves emotionally to characters depending on our personal tastes as well.

If someone likes and relates to a strong and independent protagonist who would drop anything for the sake of justice, you will find a lot of resembling characters in shounen for example.

On the other hand, if a darker or more obsessive character manages to take over a special place in a viewer’s heart, putting them on a pedestal gets more and more interesting, because you’re not supposed to.

Contrary to that, characters with insane or dark personality traits are often very popular, again tracing this back to human instinct of emphasising with wronged characters and curiously inspecting the fully deranged ones.

As this isn't something that should be put into vague concepts, we’re instead going to look at examples of characters and entities that are seen as ‘mad’ and how they’re interpreted.

It’s not just about villains being unreasonably immoral in this post, as we look into what madness entails and how it's shown, we also have some examples of corruption to look at.

So of course there are the typical evil-thinking evil-doing villains out there.

Some of them have an actual backstory to make them more realistic and believable, some others are just pure evil. While they are often called mad for their actions to achieve their goal, the reason why they are put into that light is the stark contrast between the protagonist and the villain.

If the protagonist loves to save people and always has a smile on his face, of course he will differ from his counterpart when he finds out that his methods are a bit more vicious.

The protagonist perceives the villain as insane most of the time, but what does the viewer think?

We seek to look not only at characters that are enjoyable to watch, but also try to find similarities between us and them or draw lines in their behavior to understand them better. As mentioned before, empathy plays a huge role here as well, since whatever happens in anime doesn't have actual repercussions, we can forgive characters more easily.

For example when they are taken by Insanity as a side effect rather than being insane due to trauma, we often get an 'ally turned traitor' trope through hypnosis or brainwashing, which is just as interesting to look at.

If a person did something horrible under the influence of something they had no control over, are they still to blame?

Does Insanity only involve a separate entity that comes from evil, or are we also looking at the gradual descent into darkness when life just isn't the same anymore?

Insane and with no fear: Soul Eater

A great example of how insanity plays with characters be they good or bad is Soul Eater.

With a premise that one needs a sound mind and body to inhibit a sound soul, we obviously know that people close to becoming Kishin-eggs will have a rotten soul drenched in bad deeds, but what about the good guys?

In this instance we have a lot of different types of madness and insanity that touches multiple characters at different times, and by far the most drastic would be the black blood.

The black blood being a synthesized weapon form of blood that can change form and harden into shape, is a weapon made by Medusa and introduced for the first time with Crona. He was melded together with Ragnarök as a weapon and used the black blood in his proficient fighting style.

Soul Eater as well as Maka and other characters later come into contact with the black blood, and the consequence of the immense strength that comes with it is debilitating madness.

As explained in the anime, the madness makes one deny the soul of oneself and others and takes away your fear. Now with no fear present, the person exhibits extremely erratic behavior and is not scared to hurt others or themselves.

This is an insanity that shows how essential a person's fear is, shown by Maka in one of the latest episodes when she fights Asura. The fact that she learned how to accept her own fear and realise that humans need it to survive is why insanity in Soul Eater is merely a concept to differentiate between what is human and what is Kishin.

A Kishin kills and murders with no fear of anything.

A human protects and masters one's own fear.

The power hungry insanity: Hunter x Hunter

In Hunter x Hunter we have a lot of characters that don't exactly fit the norm of human action.

With people like Chrollo, Illumi and even Chimera Ants there is enough crazy to go around.

Still, the character we shall delve into to look at a different kind of instability is none other than Hisoka Morow.

Yes, in comparison to black blood madness Hisoka is an actual human being with no known influence outside of his own intellect. The contrary to another weapon or entity making someone insane is being shown in this anime.

Hisoka is just insane.

We have no means to see if there is anything that might have caused Hisoka to be the way that he is, but what we do know is that his character is almost too nonchalant for his own good.

His goal is to accumulate power and fight others that he seems worthy, as that is what attracts him. No person is spared if he believes he found a worthy opponent he will make that clear to them and pursue them passionately.

We could rule that the clown is just eccentric, but with the given information from the anime he definitely had some sort of mental difference next to his peers. Harming himself holds no problem to him, and his behavior is deeply rooted only to suit himself. He has no self-preservation except for when he needs to accomplish something, and he even enters the spiders just to get close to Chrollo.

Now we see a single person carry themselves throughout a story only to achieve one thing: a good fight.

After having looked at these two examples of insanity in anime, let's look at how that insanity can be portrayed visually.

A famous way to show someone's psychosis is the “Kubrick stare”. A directorial technique that got named after the director Stanley Kubrick who used a forward tilt of the head with eyes locked onto the camera to show the actors of his movies at their peak of madness. It became a very popular stylistic device and is used still very often in modern movies.

The character is supposed to look menacing, evil-plotting and absolutely unhinged.

Such devices, if used often enough, automatically invoke the message to the viewer.

If you’ve seen the Kubrick stare once in a psychotic character, you will definitely associate it with the same derangement again.

In anime we have a similar thing, and you might be aware of this already.

Familiar with the ‘eye angle just before a character goes insane’ meme?

It’s a running gag that shows multiple characters such as Asura from Soul Eater, Pain from Naruto, Light from Deathnote and Jason from Tokyo Ghoul in a frame where you can only see their eyes and it somehow looks extremely grotesque as if they were looking into different directions with their eyes.

As much as it is a joke, it is a perfect example of something extremely similar to the Kubrick stare used in anime culture. It goes so far that if any anime watcher would see a new character look like in a frame, one would assume they were about to go crazy.

Even Oikawa Tooru from Haikyuu!! was shown with a Kubrick stare in the last moments of the second Seijoh vs. Karasuno game, when his desire to win overtook him with incredible force.

Without loss there naturally can’t be any wins, and without sadness there will be no joy in laughter.

We need the different depictions of what one might call madness, to fill our stories with nuance that relies on our reality.

Be it an unknown entity, hunger for power, lack of fear or the good old fashioned thrive for world domination.

Madness is just another part of what we call life, and to be honest in healthy doses and for effect why not enjoy it in anime?

Now, do you guys know any other characters or concepts in anime that would be worth mentioning? I would love to see them in the comments!

Until then, stay sane!

-Nissa

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an-army-of-nightmares · 3 years ago

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1the wine scene from peppermint rot was amazing, are the gifts going to be similar or different from that? also what happens to Hyde in this?

2Have you ever seen monster high bc my brain has been yelling about Henry meeting Jackson & i feel like u would understand this

1: <3! Well, no more gifts are gonna be a wine bottle, and not all of the gifts will have a whole dramatic moment where everything is quiet and wrong and Hastie being all alone, some will simply just be bad surprises on a decent day. But all the gifts will have something in common :3c, and they'll change a detail at the end of the story, that a previous chapter established to be something else ;)

I'm not sure! For simplicity sake, let's just say Jekyll's soul fused back together after death. If not, itll hardly matter as we wont be seeing Jekyll's ghost anyway, even if we do he'll have no reason to be Hyde

2: yes absolutely oh my goodness yes. I adore monster high! Ghouls Rule was a movie that I watched every chance I could, and I remember being sad as a kid that I could never find a Holt doll </3. But I got both the dolls later hehe :3c Holt's missing his headphones though 😔

In fact! Jackson and Holt are actually the reason I ever discovered The Glass Scientists!! I was looking though tumblr for content of em in July 2019 and a blog that posted about monster high, also just so happened to be reblogging posts about green-eyed Jekyll and potential red eyed Hyde. And I am an absolute sucker for possession/loss of control type stories, so that hooked me into wanting to find the comic

Anyway yes please, I absolutely want Henry to meet Jackson. What are they on the box? Grandson of Jekyll? Or Son? I'm like 90% sure its grandson. Jekyll being a funky grandpa to Jackson, although a grandpa he perhaps barely sees. I bet he'd be mad at the parents for knowing full well about Holt yet never telling Jackson, because what on earth youre telling me your kid "blacks out" frequently, has never seen the moon, and you refuse to explain to him why-

Henry going to Monster High one day for like a parent/grandparent/ family tree thing. Getting to hang out in Mad Science class and do some alchemy. Hyde (if he's still around) causing however much havoc an old man with back problems can cause, which is surprisingly much.

Ooo Jekyll meeting Frankie and just telling her that her dad was pretty chill but her grandmother (Frankenstein) was very rude

Alternatively, some type of experiment transporting 1885 Jekyll to Monster High and him getting to meet his grandson. Possible shenanigans of them trying to make sure he never hears about Holt? (Because then Jekyll would learn that HJ7 can cause his descendants to have their own "Hyde" and might want to avoid having kids because of that?, absolutely horrific but all managed in a fun light hearted kid cartoon kind of way, like 5 students scrambling to turn off some loud music from a speaker that suddenly went off)

#ask #peppermint rot #ehhh what the heck ill main tag this one #the glass scientists #im taking peppermint rot asks! but yall can also send m*nster high asks if so desired <3

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smollwriting · 4 years ago

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Request info!

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Please add a scenario when requesting, or if your feeling lucky you can ask for me to go with the flow but please come prepared with a scenario in case I am unable to create one myself.

Sometimes my brain just doesn't want to work with me so I need requests to be clear so I can make something that makes everyone happy!

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It's hard to remember everything I will create for so try asking! I might know it and even if I don't I'll try my best to find out and finish the request!

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ofherlionheart · 4 years ago

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hi!!! two things:

1. I love your writing so much. So. Much. It's everything I aspire to be as a writer, and also just brings me SO much joy and so many feelings to read. I've only read/commented on ch1&2 of the boo chronicles so far, but I'm absolutely blown away. (And you bet I'm coming for the rest of what you've written imminently.) seriously, thank you so much for creating this art and sharing it with us <3 <3 <3

2. I just saw your wip game tag, and am so curious what the other 2.5 WIPs in zsweek are that you mentioned in the tags! :)

okay that's all for now, but I hope you're having a lovely evening(/whatever time of day it is when you get this!) <3

1. hello!! thank you so much for your kind words, you’re truly sending my heart a-flutter 💞

2. lol, the 2.5 is some wonky WIP math on my part. zsweek2021 contains

(1) the three completed parts of the boo chronicles

(2) the title/summary/tags/notes of a HSM2 AU (the actual WIP, maybe 70% done, is one part of the ‘renaissance indulgence but make it reasonable’ doc)—this was for the “Secretly Dating” prompt of zukka week

(3) the WIP of part four of the boo chronicles, also maybe 70% done

(4) the rough ideas/thought dumps for days 6 and 7 of zukka week, which are also parts five and six of the boo chronicles.

here’s an excerpt from the HSM2 AU!

Sokka’s minding his own business in the kitchen, chugging orange juice straight from the carton (only because he’s finishing the carton right now, thank you), when Katara sprints through the doorway and hip-checks Sokka into the fridge. He chokes and then shrieks, pulp splattering down his front and his socks instantly getting soaked with juice. “What the hell, Katara?” he shouts.

She grins broadly at him, steamrolling right over his irritation. “I’m the best sister in the world.”

“Based on what?”

“I got you a summer job!”

Sokka blinks, the image of the pre-owned motorcycle that’s been sitting in Piandao’s window for two months now shimmering in his mind’s eye. “What? How?”

“I got a call from Lava Springs—I guess they got a copy of my resume, somehow? The woman on the phone told me they have a summer employment program with our school, and when she offered me a job, I told her I knew a few other model students who’d make great staffers.”

Sokka bank-shots the OJ carton into the sink and throws his arms around Katara, who starts screeching like a banshee. “We’re employed!” he yells over her.

“You’re getting pulp in my hair—”

“I’m going to own a fucking motorcycle!”

She starts jabbing an elbow into him, and he only tightens his hug. “Motherfucker—”

“What’s going on here?”

The siblings freeze and turn to Bato, who’s standing in the doorway with an unimpressed, resigned look on his face. His pale blue eyes take in the tangled teenagers, the orange juice splattered on the floor and wall, Katara’s frazzled bush of hair.

“Katara and I got summer jobs,” Sokka says with a nervous smile.

“Sokka was drinking from the carton again.”

“I only do that when I’m going to finish it!”

“It’s still gross on principle—”

Bato sighs, and they both shut up. “Please clean up before your father gets home,” he says. “He just mopped the floors yesterday.”

“We will.”

When Bato leaves again, probably going back to mend skates in the garage, Sokka gives his sister a gentle squeeze and a kiss on the head. “Thank you,” he tells her. “The universe is already turning summer in our favor.”

———————

He spoke too soon, apparently.

The twin old women are droning on and on about staff expectations and rules, sounding eerily similar to horror movie ghouls as they do so, and he leans over to furiously whisper at Katara, “Are you seriously telling me you didn’t know—”

“Of course I didn’t,” she cuts him off. “I would’ve said no to the job if I’d known—”

“You could’ve looked up their website—”

“If only you hadn’t downloaded a virus from that porn site—”

Yue shushes them, taking Katara’s hand as she does so. Katara instantly eases, eyes going soft as she smiles at her girlfriend, and Sokka sinks in his seat, grumbling under his breath.

They hadn’t known Lava Springs Country Club was owned by the uncle of Drama Queen and her hench-brother until they arrived this morning and Azula was immediately peacocking, alternating between smirking at Katara and glaring at the rest of them: Sokka, the other East High first-liners, Teo, and Yue.

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saventhhaven · 5 years ago

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Breaking and Entering

Pairing: None

Tags: scared!reader, tired!reader, awkward!Sam, baseball bat

Word Count: 1,528

A/N: Thanks to @spn-imagines-nation for the prompt!

(Gif not mine)

It had been a hellish day at work. After your eight-hour shift had turned into a twelve-hour shift, you were about two seconds away from quitting your job and becoming a stripper instead. Hell, that had been your backup plan for as long as you could remember, but lately, you were more serious than you ever had been. You couldn't wait to get the hell out of there. As soon as you got a raise at your full-time job, you were gone. Quite frankly, that day couldn't come soon enough. Even as part-time, retail was ridiculous. The number one rule was "the customer is always right," and they knew it, too. The especially difficult ones would come in with an un-returnable product and then throw a fit when you couldn't give them anything back for it. In your opinion, someone should put a law in place that forced everyone to work a retail job for at least a year. Maybe then you wouldn't be treated like shit so much.

You were exhausted when you got home - too exhausted even to eat, which was seriously saying something. As soon as you got back home, you had gone upstairs, taken off all clothes aside from your panties and bra, and collapsed into bed. Thankfully, it was a Friday night, and you had the next two days off. Your weekend plans consisted of sleeping from Saturday to Sunday if needed, and pretty much nothing else. That is until a noise from downstairs had your eyes popping open. Instantly, you were wide awake, despite your tiredness when you lay down. For years, your dad had nagged you about installing an alarm system in your house, but you never had seriously considered it, unfortunately. It would definitely come in handy right now.

As you reached over to grab your phone from your nightstand, your heart sunk in your chest. Seriously? Where the hell was it? Obviously, not where it usually was, but still, you couldn't believe your luck. You had to bite your tongue to keep from swearing as you remembered the location of your cellphone. Last night, you had plopped it down on a console table next to the front door with your keys. Peachy. If anything else happened, you were going to start thinking the misfortune of all those busty girls in the hoaky horror movies were for real. Here you were, alone in your house, in your underwear, and your phone was downstairs along with the intruder. Really, this was just perfect.

Swinging your legs over the side of your bed, you were careful not to let the floorboards creak beneath you. You were pretty much already toast, but even more so if you made any noise sneaking up on said intruder. It was moments like these that always made you question your life decisions. For example, not owning a gun, or even a FOID card, for that matter. No, instead, you were stuck with an old aluminum baseball bat from when you were in middle school. Not the worst weapon, in retrospect, but definitely not your first choice either.

As you padded down the (thankfully) carpeted stairs, you tried to keep your heart from beating too loudly, without much luck. At this rate, if your knees knocking together didn't give you away, your loud-ass heartbeat sure as hell would. You glanced around the corner of the wall at the bottom of the staircase, straining your eyes as you peered into the dark living room. The silhouette of a hulking figure moved around the back of your couch, facing away from you. You could tell by the build of the figure that he was a man, but what was he looking for? Too bad for him, it was going to be lights out before he found it. You reared up your bat above your shoulder, letting out a battle cry as you rushed him. Hearing you come up behind him, the man whirled around, ducking your makeshift weapon in the nick of time. You made a note to yourself: no battle cry in the future.

"Scumbucket!" you screeched, swinging the bat around wildly.

"Y/N, hey, it's me!" As the tall man dodged your strikes, something clicked in the back of your brain. You knew that voice.

“Sam?" As you finally realized who was in your home, you flicked on the light.

"Hi," he said with an awkward wave. Narrowing your eyes, you allowed the bat to fall to the floor with a loud clang.

"'Hi?'" You smacked him hard in the arm several times.

"Ow!" he exclaimed, backing away.

"You scared the shit out of me!" you hollered at him.

"Yeah, I can see that," he replied. He gestured to you, clearing his throat uncomfortably as he made an effort not to look. "Y-you... you're, ah..." You glanced down at yourself, half-surprised to see that you were still in your underwear. You had sort of forgotten about that part. Squeezing your eyes shut, you made a face as you shook your head.

"I just can't catch a break, can I?" you muttered. Sam reached for the pile of clean laundry you had been meaning to put away, snagging a shirt and pair of shorts.

"Here," he said, still not making eye contact. You smirked at him as you took the clothes, pulling them on.

"Oh, come on, Sam," you teased. "It's not anything you haven't seen before." The man went beet red.

"W-well, that's-" he stammered. "I-I mean, I-" You snorted.

"Relax. I'm kidding." Sam seemed relieved, letting his shoulders relax. "Listen," you started again. "Not that I'm not happy to see you - I am, seriously, I'm super glad you're not a burglar - but what are you doing here at..." Glancing at a clock on the wall, you sighed. "Four in the morning?" For the first time since he arrived, you got a good look at him, squinting in confusion at his apparel. "And why are you in your FBI gear?" Suddenly, it all clicked, and you held up a finger at him. "Oh, no. No. You did not come here and break into my house at the ass-crack of dawn, by the way, for a case!”

"Look, I'm sorry I scared you," Sam apologized, "but you were a huge help last time, and I could use a hand." You shook your head again as you began to pace. The last time you helped the Winchesters, things got ugly. Like, had to lay low for two months and move away ugly. Because of them, you had to totally uproot your life and start over, and that was something you were not doing again. But the last time you helped the Winchesters, you also saved lives. You helped people, you killed a bad guy, and the world had become a little better because of it. You couldn't just sit idly by knowing that more people might die if you didn't help out.

"And this case is in town?" Sam nodded.

"Yeah. It's the owner of that general goods store down the road." He laid a hand on your shoulder as he looked you in the eye, forcing you to come to a halt. Damn him. He knew you were a goner for those puppy-dog eyes. "I've gotta be honest with you here. It won't be easy, and I hate that I would be putting you in danger," he confessed. "But I can't do this by myself." You gnashed your teeth together.

"And your brother can't help you?"

"No," Sam replied. "He's in Oregon dealing with a poltergeist." You would be lying if you said you weren't at least a tiny bit intrigued.

"What is it?" you questioned. "Vengeful spirit? Ghoul?"

"Vampire," he answered, earning a surprised look.

"Vampire?” you echoed. "Huh. That's a new one." You had to admit, ever since the boys had left town, life had been painfully boring. "Damn it," you grumbled. With a final huff, you pushed his hand from your shoulder and headed toward the kitchen. "All right." You reached for the coffee pot. If you were going to do this at this hour, caffeine was a must.

"Does that mean..?" Sam asked, hopefully from the living room. You had to hide your eagerness as you turned back around to face him.

"Yeah, I'll help you." Instantly, he let out a breath of relief. "Get in here and give me the rundown before I change my mind and go back to bed." Seeming to call your bluff, he tilted his head, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

"Well, if it's really too much trouble, I can just go," he offered. As he turned to leave, you grabbed onto his wrist to keep him in place.

"All right, you got me," you revealed. "I'm weirdly excited. Things have been too... normal since you and your brother left." Sam chuckled. "Now sit your ass down while I make some coffee." Once the coffee began to percolate, you sat down across from the youngest Winchester at the kitchen table, allowing your enthusiasm to show in your eyes. "So. Tell me about our monster."

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kittypurritto · 5 years ago

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Helllu! I see you've been watching lots of chinese/korean dramas. Can you rec your favs?

Hello!! Of course I can n.n (sorry it took so long to answer, I kept making changes to this aha). I’ve decided to list my current top 3 favourites, because apparently I’ve watched a lot.

Okay guys, here goes.

Chinese dramas:

So lately the past year or so of my life has been consumed by cdrams (and recently kdramas by extension), but here are some of my faves that I’ve watched.

The Untamed

Anyone who follows my blog knows my crazy obsession with this amazing show. It’s based off of a novel called the Grandmaster of demonic cultivation (has an anime with the same name– s2 is slowly being released right now). The story takes place in a world ruled by the evil Wen Sect. Wei Ying and Lan Zhan cross paths and become good friends (hardcore bromance). Wei Ying tries to save innocent Wen from death, and in the end, he lost almost everything. After going missing for 16 years, the pair find each other again and try to find the real villain.

It’s full of action, mystery, adventure, heart ache, supernatural ghouls, longing, whumping, and an amazingly attractive cast that should honestly be illegal. If you’re looking for a show with lots of emotional pain that will swallow you whole, then you’re in the right place.

P/s. the 2 mains sing their love song which makes it that much more beautiful/painful.

Ps/s. IT ALSO JUST GOT PUT ONTO NETFLIX GUYS. No excuses not to binge it, and when you do, dm me so we can fangirl together.

Guardian

Another drama based off of a novel, with gay bros, longing, and adventure. Shen Wei is an immortal (kind of), and currently a university professor that has been waiting centuries for his lover/friend (Yunlan) to repay him for what he gave Shen Wei and will do anything for him. Zhao Yunlan is the head of the SID, a department that solves mysteries and crimes with supernatural origins. Together they help save others, solve mysteries, and save the world from Shen Wei’s evil twin brother.

All I can say about this one is that if you haven’t seen it, you’re seriously missing out (but warning, the cgi is horrible lmao). It was also super amazing seeing Zhu Yilong in a main role like this. The king of micro-expression seriously doesn’t let us down.

Legend of Fuyao

This show had consumed my soul for about a full month and a half until I finished it. When I finished watching, it left me sad that it was over. Got to be honest, the ending is still a bit confusing, but is still worth the watch. This is an epic love story about Fuyao, an orphan looking for adventure, but gets caught in a fight between kingdoms and destiny. Along the way, she meets the Crown Prince and they fall in love, but destiny has their fates already decided. They are on the opposite sides of good and evil and need to decide whether one lives and the other dies. It’s got amazing fight scenes and a really attractive male lead (his first lead in a show I believe). Super amazing acting, because let’s be real, any show with Yang Mi is an automatically good show. She’s just too amazing.

Other honourable mentions: Granting you a dreamlike life, Eternal Love, Untouchable Lovers, the Rise of Phoenixes, Detective L– were amazing shows I could rewatch until I die.

Side note: I am super excited for Xiao Zhan’s Jade Dynasty. So hopefully that movie will be available to us soon.

Korean Dramas:

All right guys. I’ve only recently started watching korean shows about half a year ago or so, so I haven’t seen too many, but the ones I have seen I’ve fallen into a deep love with that keeps me going lol.

My Country: The New Age (ongoing)

This show only has 8 episodes so far and I can’t tell you all how amazing this show is. Words can literally not even describe how much it’s consuming every waking second of my life right now. I think the main reason is Seon ho, who started off as someone you respect, but is constantly doing bad shit. He tries to salvage good things from the wrecks he keeps making, but who knows how long that will last. He is ambiguous and slowly turning into a villain. He is slowly turning into the things he wants to destroy and it’s heartbreaking. My heart aches for him and Hwi all the damn time. I just want them to be bff again and stop fighting, but of course this won’t happen. This show has political turmoil and a country at war with a royal family and council who just wants to watch the world burn. Of course, this means manipulating everyone to get what they want, but both Hwi and SH are trying to play their own game, accidentally putting themselves against each other constantly. Watch for heart break, friendship (sometimes), and very attractive male leads aha.

Also, the music is 1000000 thumbs up. All I can say is PLEASE WATCH IT AND FREAK OUT WITH ME.

It’s on netflix, so guys, no excuse lol (DM me to fangirl with me

Black

I don’t want to spoil too much about this show because it’s honestly an experience. It’s about a girl who can see when people are going to die because of the shadows that follow them. She meets a childhood friend, who has a secret, and he asks her to help him solve crimes and protect people from dying, but of course he has his own plans. Get ready for a funny and badass female lead guys.

It’s the first korean drama I watched and will always be one of my faves. It’s an incredible murder-mystery story with more layers than a damn onion. It’ll keep you on your toes and the ending makes me cri evry tiem.

Arthdal Chronicles

At first I thought this show was kind of weird, but an episode in and I was hooked. This show is difficult to explain, but it starts with a war between Arth and the Neanthal. 2 legendary babies get separated and live in opposite parts of the country. This show is hard to describe but it follows the 3 mains, Eunsom, Tanya, and Saya (and Tagon/ Taelha lol) and their fight through tragedy, and sometimes hell on Arth (lol – like hell on earth – am I funny yet). It’s all about a fight for power and revenge among the tribes. Every single character in this show has a different reason, but they all want power to get revenge, basically.

The fantasy aspect of this show and the different ‘species’ are incredible. It does get very political, but the fun of it is all the plotting, and how the characters fix their plans that don’t work out. Half way through I kept screaming at my TV for the mains (Tanya/Saya specifically) to just fkking talk to each other ughhh. Also, Saya will be my favourite unstable boy forever.

It has 18 episodes on netflix so far, but just signed up for 2 more seasons (thank god because if they stopped at 18 eps I’d pull a Rosa Diaz and kill everyone and then myself -.-”). I can’t wait for it to come back. GIVE ME MORE CONTENT.

Other honourable mentions: Hwarang, Rookie Historian Goo Hae-Ryung (not finished it yet, which is why it’s not up in my top 3), Missing 9, W Two worlds, Warrior Baek Dong Soo.

Thanks for reading and requesting!

I am always looking for new shows to watch, so send me recs too. I find my favourite ones are the historical dramas. But let me knoww!

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