#if it was at a concert or something

[erigold13261]

Who understands social norms the best in the NSR cast? Who is the most likely to physically beat up a bigot?

Probably Zuke for the best at understanding social norms. Zuke or Tatiana. Neon and Purl are good at reading people, in the sense that they can usually tell if you are lying or something, but social norms are not something them (or the rest of 1010) are really all that good at picking up.

I can see maybe Mama and DJ being okay with reading social norms, but that is more so of them having years of experience messing up and now have an okay understanding of social norms (they still mess up a lot though).

Everyone else I can see having a pretty hard time picking up social ques/norms.

As for beating up a bigot, quite a few actually! Mayday and Purl are definitely ones that will do so with very little questioning.

As for the rest, when it comes to NSR artists a lot would if in private/not seen by the public, or would have/did before joining NSR. (Purl doesn't give a shit though, they will hurt a bigot, it's only because of the rest of 1010 or Neon handling things that Purl hasn't fully sent someone to the hospital and almost hurt 1010's brand).

Tatiana and Neon were the ones literally beating bigots up when they were growing up (there were a lot of them but that didn't stop these two from fighting, even if it was a losing battle). But now they just have security deal with it (sometimes Neon deals with it himself tho too).

Mama would chase people away from Papa or intimidate the people around her, so she didn't see a lot of bigotry because of her presence (it still happened though and usually she'd let it go if Papa was able to calm her down). After joining NSR her presence alone keeps people away from saying shit anywhere near her.

Yinu probably doesn't even understand when people are being bigots. Like she would see someone saying something racist or hateful and she would be so confused as to why they would say that. She'd call them out on it and literally be like "What is wrong with you? Didn't your parents teach you that was bad? Mine did." It would be more of an embarrassing technique than a fight, but getting called out by a kid for shitty behavior is a pretty good way to get someone to shut up (also Mama would remove them if need be).

DJ was the type of kid/person to not fight back. So he wouldn't have fought people, but he would dream of fighting back. Thankfully as he grew more into his body shape people stopped harassing them. It also helped that they became a successful professor and later artists that they were able to rub it in the face of those who treated them like shit (which they gladly do).

Sayu's Crew would not be fighting. Too scared. However, you better believe Sayu's Club would throw down for each other and the Crew. Aoi, Haru, and Yua are definitely throwing hands. Sayu would also try to fight as well, but if ze's in mer robot form ze would struggle. (You know the Club and Crew put people on blast though whenever a rude comment somehow gets through during a show).

I don't think she would actually do this, but I have a funny image of Eve just slapping someone with three hands in a row (slap slap slap). But Eve was never one to really fight back before. She'd take the harsh words or hits and not fight back. Now though she verbally attacks people who turn out to be bigots. I don't see her getting physical, but that is what security is for.

West is also one who would just verbally attack someone. Though honestly, I can see West doing stupid shit without even realizing it. Especially with how he is in game, he seems a bit sexist, so he does have some learning to do (though I tone that down a lot in my version of him as I like transmasc Zuke and so I see West as being more respectful to women as Zuke would have called out West a lot when Zuke was still presenting as a girl or West would have realized if someone treated Zuke the way he treats women then he'd beat the shit out of them so West treats women better). But anyway, West would diss people more verbally but is not above a physical fight.

Zuke is one to try and talk to someone, but seeing that his words aren't really working he'd be more inclined to walk away than fight. Unless they are really directing hate at people Zuke knows, I kinda see him as a non confrontational guy. He's help May or West in a fight though, as best as he can.

1010 would be more of the type to take any bigotry aimed at them with silence, but the moment it turned to their family or friends they would be down to fight. Either verbally or getting security/Neon involved. Zimelu and Eloni are less physical but will escort someone away if needed. Haym and Rin go with the physical option a bit quicker (getting in between bigot and victim, or escorting them immediately away), and Purl will do anything to protect their friends and family, so almost right away Purl is ready to fight someone (Purl is not afraid to grab and almost break a person's hand if they are saying horrible shit).

Think that's everyone. I guess I could go into Ex-Jay. They'd all fight someone in an instant. Whether they were famous or not. Rei and Cyril definitely being the first to throw a punch while Asa and Noa are right there to backup their friends in an instant, no questions asked.

[gravitysoda]

refusing an impossible wish and settling for one last game of chess.

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gec

[kingdomvel]

Steddie | 2.2k | first meetings | ao3

“What did you say the name of the band is again?” Steve asks. He has to raise his voice above the sound of the music playing before the concert and the hundreds of conversations around him.

“Corroded Coffin” Dustin says, probably for the hundredth time, or that’s what his tone suggests.

“It’s written on the drums.” Mike adds with his constant bitchy petulant tone.

Steve turns around and fair enough, the name is written there in the drums. They are also right there as they had queued for hours to be at the front (they are not in the centre but there’s no one standing in front of them), and apparently the band and place are small enough that there is no security line in front of the stage. Steve has been leaning against it with a drink in his hand while they wait for the concert to start. And that’s his excuse. He was leaning against the stage, so the drums were to his back, he couldn’t have read them.

“C’mon Steve, even I learned the name of the band in the eternity we have been here” Robin says which, rude, but she had agreed to come keep him company at a metal concert without asking for anything in return, so he will let it pass.

The kids (not quite kids anymore, but close enough) had needed an adult to get into the 18+ venue the concert was held at, and of course that adult had to be Steve because “we are not going to bring one of our parents into a metal concert Steve” and “Nancy and Jonathan are not even in the state and you said you were fun, didn’t you?” and he is fun, so he had to agree. And drag Robin with him, of course.

“Well I would remember the name if it wasn’t a stupid name” he says, a bit too loud if the looks he receives from some of the people around them are anything to go by.

“If you are so annoyed why don’t you go hang out at the bar and leave us alone?” Dustin asks.

“If I’m at a concert I’m getting the full experience, I’ve not queued for hours to stay at the bar. And I have to make sure you don’t get squished to death or accept drinks from strangers.”

“We are sixteen, you already drank when you were sixteen.”

“But I didn’t have a wristband telling everyone I was a minor.” He emphasizes this by hooking his forefinger on said wristband around Dustin’s wrist. The boy takes his hand away with a huff, but whatever he was going to say gets interrupted by a loud cheer as the lights of the venue dim. All eyes turn to the stage, and Steve forgets everything about the little shits around him.

They play the first two songs without interruption, back to back, and they are much better than Steve had expected them to be when the kids had pitched the idea of going to a concert of ‘a super cool band’ they had found on tiktok of all places. Steve is very quick to understand their raising popularity on social media the moment his eyes land on the frontman. He is not even wearing anything scandalous, just black jeans, some graphic tee and a leather jacket, but fuck if he isn’t attractive. His big eyes, teasing smile and wild hair are very much deserving of the screams they awake in the audience.

When the second song finishes, they don’t start a new one, the frontman takes the microphone from the stand.

“Are you ready for the best night of your life?” he shouts, and the audience answers with shouts of their own. Steve finds himself whooping, and answers with a smile and a shrug to Robin’s amused silent question as both of them clap. “We are Corroded Coffin,” more yelling, and the frontman stars walking around with a smile on his lips while he looks at the ground, clearly enjoying the attention. “And these aaaaaare…” he prolongs the last word, building a dramatic effect. “Gareth!” he shouts, pointing to the back dramatically. There are yells, the boy at the drums doing a short solo before he stands up to wave at the audience. “Jeff!” more yells, a guitar solo. “Our favourite Freak!” laughs from band and audience alike, more yells, and the boy with the bass trying to hit the frontman with said bass. “And I’m Eddie.”

‘Eddie’ Steve mouths the name.

There are yells as the frontman finishes, a small bashful smile on his lips back on his face after the laughing as he plays with the microphone stand with the hand that is not currently holding the microphone. He looks up at the audience when the yells don’t stop, gives a small dramatic bow and smirks when the yells grow louder once again.

“EDDIE MARRY ME” a voice yells from somewhere in the audience.

“Oh? Without going on a date first?” Eddie asks, he has his gaze set somewhere on the audience, and Steve is a bit impressed at how easily he has spot the person in the sea of bodies.

“I’M FREE WHENEVER.” The same voice yells again, it makes Eddie laugh.

“I’m honoured, my fair lady, but I’ll have to decline. I’m looking for my knight in shining armour myself.” There are ooohs from the audience but Steve’s gut makes a traitorous interested twist. “And speaking of knights,” he says, putting his hands back on his guitar, “I think you may know this one.” One note, and the audience is going crazy. Dustin is jumping up and down while he holds onto Steve’s arm, and Steve can’t help but laugh at him.

It's when that third song is finishing that it happens. The guitarist is starting a solo, and Eddie looks down to the base of the microphone stand, pulls a confused face, and then looks around. He must not see whatever he was looking for because he has a confused furrow in his brow when he does a second sweep around the stage and beyond, and he catches Steve's eyes. He maintains the eye contact for a second, two, five, and then looks down to Steve’s hands and back up again. There is a smirk in his face Steve is not entirely sure he likes the implications of as he walks towards him while he keeps playing.

Steve can hear Dustin screaming “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god” right next to his ear as Eddie comes closer until he is standing right in front of them.

The musician is still looking at Steve as he leans forward and asks “give me a sip?” as he looks down at Steve’s hands for a second. (Or at least that’s what Steve guesses he says, the noise too loud for him to really hear him without his mic.)

Steve lifts his drink, and the frontman leans forward and down with a smile. He opens his mouth and Steve pours his drink in it. When he finishes, he winks at Steve before he walks away in time to start singing again. The kids around him are screaming, Robin is surely going to make him partially deaf and is shaking him so hard he almost drops the rest of his drink. It takes until the next song starts for the bunch to calm down a bit and focus on the show again.

The thing is, that is not the last time it happens. Eddie comes back to steal sips from his drink every few verses, and when Steve’s drink is finished and he goes to get a beer, he is miraculously let back to the front by the audience. Eddie, of course, also wants to have his share of the beer. So they share it.

It is, if Steve is honest, the weirdest experience he has ever had in a concert. But he is having too much fun and would not change it for anything. A hot singer and guitarist coming to him every few minutes and bending down so Steve can pour drink into his mouth? The best thing that has happened to him all month. It only gets better when Eddie ditches his leather jacket – Steve was starting to wonder when that was going to happen because it’s much too hot in the venue for it and he is sure that a big reason Eddie needs to drink so much is because he is sweating it all and dehydrating – and reveals that the tee he was wearing underneath has the sleeves cut off very freely. Steve can see most of the man’s torso and that is a SIGHT. There are tattoos on his arms and ribcage that Steve immediately wants to see complete, and his waist is slim where the shirt is tucked into the jeans. It makes Steve bite his lip in want.

He is about to pour the last of their third beer in Eddie’s mouth when a small hand stops him. He looks to the side with confusion, sure that none of the kids or Robin would stop him at this point and is met with the smile of a small blonde girl.

“Give him this please” she says, handing him a bottle of an electrolyte drink. Steve looks back at Eddie just in time to see him groaning. “No more beer.” She adds, pointing to Eddie as if he was a misbehaving dog, he is surely giving the look, with his big brown eyes and sad look. She turns back to Steve, “and sorry about that, any new drinks you get are on us.”

She is gone with that. Steve looks at Eddie, at the new drink in his hand. Eddie shrugs, defeated, and leans forward. Steve quickly empties the rest of the beer in his mouth before he opens the new bottle and starts pouring from it. Eddie doesn’t drink much, too busy trying not to choke on the beer and his laughter.

Eddie ditches his guitar towards the end of the concert for a ‘calmer’ song. He walks around the stage as he sings to a boy involved in him that tries to deny the depth of their relationship and tries to date girls, and how in the future he is going to regret not staying with him. He has great stage presence, he has been flirting with the audience between songs, dramatic and charismatic, a bit over the top. Maybe the fastest crush Steve has ever developed, happy to enjoy his part in the show, even when he knows it’s not going to lead anywhere.

Steve feels his heart accelerating as Eddie walks towards him, which is ridiculous, they have been doing this all night. But this time Eddie shakes his head when Steve gets the drink ready, and he can only look as he kneels on the edge of he stage right in front of him as he sings the bridge. They are holding eye contact now, and it’s the closest they have been. Eddie’s eyes are captivating, Steve can only stop looking at them to glance down at his lips. It seems he was caught, because the next second Eddie is speaking.

“Are we about to kiss right now?” he asks, and Steve looks back up to his eyes. He lifts his eyebrows, trying to convey ‘bring it on’ as best as he can as he licks his lips, Eddie’s eyes glancing at them. It must work, because the next second Eddie is leaning forward, and now Steve’s hand is on his nape, and their lips are pressing against each other.

It’s probably the filthiest kiss Steve has participated on. At least with an audience. It’s not long, Eddie has to keep singing after all, but they make up for it in tongue action. The audience goes crazy around them, but Steve doesn’t pay attention to them at all, only focused on Eddie. He at least must be paying some attention to their surroundings because he pulls off in time to keep singing and stands up to move around the stage.

There are a couple of songs more, and then Eddie is introducing the band again before he starts listing all the members of the staff that have made the concert possible.

“We also wouldn’t have made it here without our precious manager Chrissy,” he adds, “even when she worries too much sometimes. Three beers are not enough to get me drunk, especially not shared ones. And that reminds me! I can’t forget to thank my knight in shining armour, my perfect drink partner…” he trails off.

“STEVE!” Robin shouts next to him.

“Steve” Eddie repeats with a smile. “Thank you for the drinks. Don’t go running off now too fast now, alright? Stay for a bit after the concert, I owe you a couple of beers.” He finishes with a wink.

The kids and Robin are screaming again, and Steve is sure he is going to have bruises tomorrow from their grabbing, but he doesn’t stray his gaze from Eddie. At least not until the last song finishes, the lights from the stage turn off, and the rest of the lights of the venue turn on. Then, and only then, Steve turns towards the others.

“How did you say you were going to get back home again?”

Part two

Now with art

[madootles]

consumed with the urge to draw with ed holding cat. that's all

edit: metal arm wrong side bc canvas flip

[tarn-ati0n]

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[cordiallyfuturedwight]

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[jkvjimin]

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[tariah23]

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[the-judicial-assistants-notebook]

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[ectonurites]

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Your WoL is playing in the Eorzean Symphony Orchestra!

[captainfairygodmother]

You know what I really love that should be explored in even more Merlin fanfics?

Immortal Leon. Like, you've just got Merlin over there sulking about while he waits for Arthur to return. Then there's just Leon, living his best immortal life, doing the most randomest shit known to mankind