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shinsouskitten · 4 years ago

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Hey Kat🤗 I was wondering if you could write about Bakugou, Shinsou, or Hawks meeting the reader’s family and something goes wrong and they don’t like them at first. Or possibly the parents think they are a negative influence on the reader.

Hey hey hey

I asked my mom how she’d react if I was dating someone she didn't like and she rlly just said “you wouldn’t be dating them if i didn’t like them”

like damn sis okay chile

Warnings: does it count as angst if the parents are the ones being mean? if so, there’s angst, but also fluff, bakugou is bakugou

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💥 Katsuki Bakugou:

It wasn’t the best first meeting. You had planned to introduce your long term boyfriend to your family at your own pace, but of course the villains of the city had other plans.

You were on a date, en route to the cinema to catch a new movie amidst Bakugou’s insistence that it was a ‘stupid unrealistic movie’. Mere metres from the entrance a villain came rushing past, a handful of gold jewelry in his arms. He pushed you to the side in order to keep running, which of course enraged Bakugou, who immediately took off after the villain, completely oblivious to the sirens following his path.

Unsurprisingly he caught him within moments, but what you hadn’t realized was that all the events had been caught by your dad, standing on the other side of the street. Your dad knew you had a partner, and he knew that they were a hero, given you cancelled every opportunity to meet with the excuse of ‘another villain attack’. What he hadn't expected, however, was for your partner to be possibly his least favorite hero currently climbing the ranks.

Later that night, after your forfeit on the movie date in favour of a much more simple date with your bed, you had a series of texts from your parents.

So, Ground Zero is the partner we’ve heard so little about?

He’s a bit aggressive, isn’t he?

You should’ve told us sooner.

We just don’t want you getting hurt.

That had been the moment you were waiting for. Anyone who didn’t know Bakugou (and a few who did) would describe him as a never ending pool of anger, too aggressive to be a hero and too mean to be a good partner. But if they knew him the same way you did, they would know that’s not always the case.

Of course he’s angry when he has to deal with stupid villains interrupting every date he plans, or news reporters crowding him like an animal in a zoo whenever they got the chance. But he was different with you, more relaxed. He didn’t exactly express his emotions in the best ways, but he loved you, and he’d never hurt you.

Your parents practically demanded a meeting the next day, and blatantly refused to accept any excuses of villain attacks or the like. The meeting was awkward, with your father almost attempting to provoke Bakugou simply to prove a point, but your boyfriend knew this. He put on a good face, masking his worry and anger with an uncharacteristically kind attitude and baffling you all.

Maybe he’d changed his ways. Or at least, that was the conclusion your parents came to by the end of the night, wishing you well as you made your way home. You fought the urge to laugh at Bakugou’s sudden change once your parents left his view, and held back a smile throughout his mutterings of ‘stupid extras’.

He kept up appearances for long enough, but by the time your parents noticed it was a farce, they realized there was nothing they could do to stop the love you held for each other. After all, he may be an ass, but he’d never hurt you.

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💜 Hitoshi Shinsou:

Shinsou, on the other hand, wanted to meet your family pretty quickly. If anything, just to get it out of the way, but there was a part of him that wanted the validation that he was good enough for you. Sometimes he just didn’t feel like he was, so if your parents liked him, it’d definitely be a weight off his shoulders.

The two of you picked out a nice restaurant, keeping in mind your parents favorite foods in an attempt to butter them up, then send them a text asking you to meet you and Shinsou for dinner. They replied eagerly, especially when you mentioned the two of you were covering the bill.

You arrived first, giving your name at the door and sitting down on the plush leather anxiously awaiting the arrival of your parents. When you finally saw them, the two of you stood up to greet them, you offering hugs while Shinsou held out his hand with a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He said.

Your parents nodded, a false replica of a smile on their faces as they ignored Shinsou’s hand.

The air around you was thick, no one willing to be the first to break the uncomfortable silence, until you eventually suggested you all sit down. You made a mental note to tip your waiter extra when the night was over. It was clear they could sense the awkwardness, and thank the lord they came over at the exact moments you feared a bomb might explode.

The meals went down perfectly, but the atmosphere made it difficult to enjoy anything. Your parents spoke little, and when they did, it was always to you, almost as if Shinsou wasn’t even present.

To be truly honest, he’d expected this reaction, although he hoped he was just overthinking. He knew people didn’t react to his quirk well, and there were many misconceptions about how much he used it. He had hoped your parents hadn’t been so quick to judge.

By the time your waiter delivered your check, you were ready to curl up in your bed and not emerge for a good few weeks. The four of you walked to the door silently, but before you could wish them goodnight, Shinsou spoke up, his hand holding yours tightly as he faced your parents.

“I just want you to know, whether you like me or not, I love Y/n more than anything, and I would never do anything to hurt them. I will protect them until my last breath, and I hope that we can sort out any differences with time.”

Did he really just confess his love to you in front of your parents? Yup. Well, at least it seemed to get a response this time, as your dad replied:

“I should hope you do.” Your dad held out his hand, and Shinsou took it a bit more than happily. “Or I’ll kill you myself.”

Shinsou laughed awkwardly, not sure whether to be scared at your dad's threat or not, especially when he ended it without another word, turning and walking towards their car.

I mean at least he spoke to him, right? That’s an improvement?

Either way, Shinsou quickly realized in reality the only opinion that mattered to him, was yours.

oof having a good dad who cares about you? couldnt be me. also i absolutely hate this one and idk why, but shinsou’s my bby and i feel i disappointed him

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🍗 Keigo Takami (Hawks):

The meeting was almost completely by chance. Keigo often took you on sky-high (not mile-high get your minds outta the gutters ppl) trips on his off days, and while flying one day, you saw your parents' house from the clouds. They hadn’t met Keigo yet, so you suggested that you pop in for a moment. He agreed, and in seconds, you were standing on their porch, hand raised high to ring the doorbell.

Your mother opened the door, surprised to see you, and even more surprised to see the bird standing behind you. Nevertheless she invited you both in, and as your father called Keigo over, your mother pulled you to one side, whispering quiet enough that the two men wouldn’t hear her.

“The news says he’s a bit of a playboy.” You said.

“The news says a lot of things.” You rolled your eyes.

“And his fans?” She asked.

“What about them?” You replied.

“Well,” she paused, “he can get a little friendly with them, don’t you think.”

You sighed. Your mother wasn’t the first person to bring up Keigo’s fans when discussing your relationship, but you knew that in reality, he couldn’t be bothered with the swarms of people throwing themselves at his feet when he had you waiting for him at home.

“He’s a friendly person.” You shrugged.

“You don’t really believe that, do you?”

“Just say what you want to, mom.” You rounded on her, the heightened volume of your voice drawing Keigo’s attention from the other side of the room. “Say it. Go on.”

She glanced around, seeing both Keigo and your father now watching the two of you.

“Fine.” You continued. “I know he has hundreds of fans who would kill to be in his bed at night. But you know what? He’s not there. He’s with me, watching crappy tv and binge eating kfc (CANNIBALISM). If you don’t like him, that’s your problem. But don’t try and convince me to do anything but love him, cause you’re not going to do it.”

Baffled, your mother stammered for a response, but you weren’t about to wait for one.

“C’mon Keigo,” you called, “we’re leaving.”

He was next to you in moments, and you grabbed his hand to pull him out of the house, stopping only when you were satisfied you were out of sight of your parents.

“So, kid…” He looked across at you with a smirk, wrapping an arm around your waist as he lay his chin on your shoulder. “You love me?”

“Shut up bird brain.”

again i hate this but where my baby birds at?

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #boku no hero #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugou #hitoshi shinsou x reader #hitoshi shinsou #bnha shinsou #hawks x reader #hawks #bnha hawks #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami #bnha keigo #mha x reader

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quillyfied · 5 years ago

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Mega Good Omens Fic Rec Post 4

I LIIIIIIIVE

99 titles on this list again and once again we have an extra category, and I am pumped that I finally got this one done! Got a lot of holiday overflow but suck it up bc here it comes. As a refresher, the categories are: Jaunts through History/Canon, South Downs, Post-Apocalypse, Bus Ride/Night Before/Heaven and Hell, AU/UA, Soft, Before (exclusive to this list and List 2, meaning takes place almost exclusively Before Canon, as in The Fall/Creation/etc), Touch-Starved/Body Worship/Wings, Bonus, and H/C /Whump/BAMF. Warnings for gore and explicit material present where applicable. I don’t read smut fics but sometimes more adult material sneaks in there.

Mega GOmens Fic Rec Post MASTER

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF A LINK IS BROKEN OR IF I MISATTRIBUTED AN AUTHOR.

JAUNTS THROUGH HISTORY/CANON

1. You are a Call to Motion – @freyjawriter24 (G, the one where Aziraphale would like to dance but doesn’t. Very sweet and soft and kinda sad, follows Aziraphale through history wanting to dance (specifically with Crowley) until he finally gets to. The pining is so good, y’all.)

2. I love you because I know no other way than this – kriswithakay (T, the one where Aziraphale and Crowley use the excuse of being spectacularly drunk to get in little touches and kisses throughout history. This one is so sad and so full of yearning, the whole time you just wish they would face each other sober. It’s so quiet and beautiful.)

3. A Simple Thing – Sir_Bedevere (T, the one where Aziraphale gives out forehead kisses and Crowley is jelly about it. Continuing with the trend of being achingly sad and tender, this fic packs a wallop in that department. Forehead kisses aren’t always given at the happiest of times, after all. Also Crowley continues his stint as a pine tree and it’s painful.)

4. The Problem with Saints – Lurlur, D20Owlbear, robynthemagpie_writes, Wyvernquill (T and G, the series where it’s Catholic but funny. This series is weird and it’s hilarious and I hope there will be more, because this series goes through some fairly niche Catholic saint stories and the retelling of them featuring the Ineffable Husbands is hysterical. I don’t even want to tell y’all too much about it, just go read them and laugh with me, because they’re beautiful.)

5. When The Things You’ve Planned Need a Helping Hand – Proskenion (T, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale run into each other in the 1920s. Flapper!Crowley being a lounge singer is the centerpiece of this one, which is delightful enough, but throw in some canon-typical friction over the Arrangement and a chance for Aziraphale to come to the rescue, it’s a lovely little romp that has just the right edge of emotional tenderness to take the sting out of said earlier friction. Or add to it. Just depends on your point of view, really.)

6. The Serpent and the Lady – @summerofspock (T, the one where Aziraphale is Lady Fair and Crowley is competing in a tournament for his favor. Has female-presenting Aziraphale still using male pronouns bc that’s just what he’s comfortable with, and definitely, definitely has that Disney animated Robin Hood flavor. This fic scratches so many of my itches—Aziraphale in a dress, Crowley being a dashing BAMF, chivalric courtship, swordplay, armor, hand-sewn tokens of favor. A delicious little diversion, very worth it a++++.)

7. Sunlight and Water – @themoonmothwrites (M, the one where Aziraphale is a flirty drunk and Crowley has to be the sensible one. M for some racy elements but not explicit. This one is fun but then takes a direct left into Feels Town, which, when coupled with @cassieoh’s art, just makes the whole experience dreadfully unfair. A gorgeous little story, and the ending is just *chef’s kiss*.)

8. Sloth – libbyfay (T, the one where Aziraphale checks in on Crowley after the fourteenth century. This one is a delight, and includes Aziraphale recommending The Canterbury Tales, as well as a back-and-forth about depression versus Sloth and a lot of talking around feelings. Must absolutely be read in conjunction with the next rec in the list, which is something of a continuation. )

9. I have an aungel which that loveth me – HolRose (NR, the one where Crowley follows up on The Canterbury Tales recommendation from Aziraphale and it gets a bit deep. A continuation of the previous rec, and oof, y’all. This one gets hella sad, which hits pretty hard after Crowley laughing his head off about the funny bits in Canterbury Tales. There’s also Feelings, which are desperate and tender and guys they don’t even kiss but it’s still breathtaking. They love each other so much.)

10. (heaven is) a place on earth – rattatatosk (G, the one where Aziraphale nearly loses his bookshop. This takes place during the deleted scene from the 1800 opening of the bookshop, and has oodles of Aziraphale building himself a home and being devastated about nearly losing it. Not a nesting fic in the traditional sense (meaning it isn’t about building a home for himself and Crowley, it’s definitely just for him), but for fans of happy Aziraphale being fluffy and content in his bookshop, here you go.)

11. No other news to report – @argentconflagration (T, the one where Aziraphale is torn up about an assignment. Y’all want Crowley interfering in angelic plans? Y’all want tenderness and holding? Y’all want Aziraphale letting himself be bested? Then stay a while, because this one is a heart-wrecker. Featuring a very sick and very devout child, and female-presenting Crowley.)

12. These Things Were Here – @MajorEnglishEsquire (T, the one where Crowley resorts to snake form to deal with his feelings. This one is long and it’s emotional; Crowley reverts down to being a snake whenever he gets especially bad assignments from Hell, and it’s about him and Aziraphale finding balance and harmony between themselves when Crowley is like this. Very sweet and very tender and very sad.)

13. Crossing Paths – @amuseoffyre (G, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale meet every few years. This is your typical “through the ages” fic but it’s Fyre writing it, and that means it has so much humor and heart and history in it it’s practically like reading deleted scenes of the show. The boys are so in-character and their love is subtle and slow-boiling but there. Highly recommended, absolutely.)

14. apples (per the author’s intention) – @lwtis (T, the one where apples is a recurring theme in their friendship. This one is hilarious and it’s heartfelt and I quite enjoyed it; the bits where Aziraphale is absolutely convinced this is a temptation of some kind are particularly juicy (not unlike Crowley’s backside in a certain pair of trousers). Crowley absolutely knows how to beat a joke to death and he does it with style.)

SOUTH DOWNS

15. up in our bedroom, after the war – @rufeepeach (T, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale need to get away to process things. In this one, they more vacation to the South Downs rather than move there, but them working through the awkwardness of Armageddon’s fighting and gently taking their relationship to its natural conclusion is beautiful and good. It isn’t urgent or desperate, just quiet and understated and organic. A lovely piece.)

16. Somewhere Alive and Green – @thetunewillcome (T, the one where they make a necessary move. This one is quiet and reflective, as a good South Downs fic should be, and though it’s short I think it’s wonderfully healing. Very good.)

POST-APOCALYPSE

17. England’s pleasant pastures seen – @squidsticks (T, the one where Aziraphale has an appointment with a book collector and Crowley offers to drive. Y’all it’s so sweet and, dare I say, uplifting, how much they love each other. Someone drops the “husband” word at some point and someone else has a joyful fit over it and I bet you can tell who does what. There’s also a lot of teasing and the kind of easy banter that comes with knowing someone for so long. V. good.)

18. you have built nests from all my bark – @mutalune (T, the one where Crowley is nesting as an aggressive courting maneuver. This fic is so much fun. Highlights include Michael thinking Aziraphale must have a special connection with the Almighty and trying to emulate his lifestyle in order to have one herself, Crowley getting irrationally jealous over it all and constructing the finest nest known to reality (including cupholders, which I now also want in all my pillow piles), Dagon looking for a very similar thing from Crowley that Michael wants from Aziraphale, and lots of delicious humor and unexpected character interactions. I highly recommend this one if you’re having a bad day.)

19. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance – @divisionten (T, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale find out how to get around Heaven and Hell and it’s through summons. More of an anthology than a solid story, and it’s such a fascinating universe, liberally layered with overcoming trust issues and adjusting to being in a loving relationship, and it’s Good Food y’all, trust me on this.)

20. That’s Not Funny – cyankelpie (G, the one where they’re exceptionally drunk and Crowley says I Love You and Aziraphale thinks he’s joking. This one is sharper than expected but it makes the moment where they finally have everything out in the open so much sweeter. Lots of protective Crowley and very confused Aziraphale.)

21. Stars – @lyricwritesprose (G, the series that’s a spinoff of Tales of the Them that’s about Crowley and the stars, ostensibly. It’s a spinoff bc it deals with Aziraphale’s point of view, too, and their careful navigation of a complicated subject in Crowley’s history. Very soft and bittersweet.)

22. In Action How Like an Angel – PinkPenguinParade (T/NR/M, the series where Aziraphale stumbles into making some useful wards and then Crowley gets taken. Rated high for safety but the violence is truly not that bad and the sex jokes are very mild. Come for cool worldbuilding, stay for BAMF!Aziraphale, and have some extra bits of Anathema and Newt being very good and helpful friends on top!)

23. Let’s share a drink! – @nohaijiachi (G, the one where Aziraphale gets horribly discorporated and gets his body back fairly quickly thanks to quick thinking and Gabriel being easy to gross out. This one is a bit gross, fair warning, but it’s not too graphic, and it’s hilarious besides. Peak Bastard Aziraphale Hours, this one is. If you like reading about Gabriel getting messed with, welcome to the party.)

24. Metastable – MrsCaufield (Not Rated, the one where Aziraphale is having an existential crisis post-Armageddon. Featuring lots of miscommunication, some mild jealousy, and Aziraphale figuring himself out, which is always lovely to read about. Misunderstandings and two supernatural beings being grossly in love, can’t get better than this!)

25. Taking Steps – @joyandotherstories (G, the one where Aziraphale decides he wants to take salsa dancing lessons and Crowley agrees. Oh, y’all. You like pining? You like awkward touching? Do you perhaps like…faked relationships turning into real relationships? You’d best have a seat and dive into this one, because the payoff is many-layered and just phenomenal. The pride in these idiots not only learning to dance but learning to be open about how much they love each other is so good.)

BUS RIDE/NIGHT BEFORE/HEAVEN AND HELL

26. Introspection and Starlight – d20owlbear (T, the one where Aziraphale has a breakdown and is hold. I seem to have a special taste for Aziraphale breaking down, and this one is Hecking Delicious—it’s a slow break but it’s so achingly tender and emotional, especially once sleepy Crowley gets on the scene. Apologies are made and two very tired beings just hold each other at the end of it all and it’s so good.)

27. The Longest Night – @charlottemadison42 (T, the series where Crowley and Aziraphale are taking slow and important steps. Three fics in the series so far, and each one captures their hilarious and effortless dynamic so well while still paying homage to their quiet love. There are so many cool details to explore, ESPECIALLY in the bodyswap fics, and overall they are a really fun and thoughtful look at how the Night the World Didn’t End could’ve gone. OH AND A FOURTH ONE HAS GONE UP WHILE I WAS WORKING ON THIS LIST and you guyssss so much good content about Crowley’s (Presumably) Foot Thing and Shoes, omg. A treasure.)

28. Last Confessions and Hopeless Loves – @girlwholovesherwords (G, the one where they very neatly and annoyingly slot into their new dynamic. This one is so matter-of-fact and tongue-in-cheek I about died laughing, which is amazing given that it’s less than 3k words. A very good little egg.)

29. Choose Your Faces Wisely – @cheeseandonioncrisps (G, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale set the record straight on how they portrayed each other. This is a fun one based on the very good meta bits floating around (which have been bolstered by Neil Gaiman’s commentary in the DVDs I will have you know) that their performances in each other’s skins is how they see each other and how different that is from how they see themselves and guys it’s so good, I wanted this conversation to last forever and ever.)

30. and I just want to love you, to love you, to love you well – BrinneyFriday (T, the one where apologies are made and kisses are had. Guys it’s so soft. Oh my gosh you guys the tenderness is unreal. There’s Crowley falling asleep in Aziraphale’s lap and there’s deciding they’re stronger together and guys pls it’s so good just read it pleASE—)

AU/UA

31. A Curious Case of Miracles on Marlborough Street – @nihilnovisubsole (M, the one where there might be such a thing as too much of a good thing. M for sexual humor and situations but nothing all that graphic. Y’all it’s the “angels accidentally cast miracles when they orgasm” crack given the serious treatment it deserves, and this fic also wins awards for its brilliant OC angel Sabrael, Keeper of Miracles. The icing on the cake? Beautiful artistic accompaniment to go along with the brilliant writing. Just delightful, a whole entire treat. An afternoon delight indeed.)

32. Too Much of a Good Thing – @yamisnuffles (G, T, the series where Crowley and Aziraphale are both angels and things are a bit different. It’s not fair that yamisnuffles is a distinctive and wonderful artist, they have to be a good writer, too, and be terribly talented at telling a good story. Crowley’s character arc and emotional growth as a disgraced angel cursed to live as a snake for a while is fabulous, and it’s only ramping up, so jump on the train now! It’s a good train!)

33. Measures of Freedom – KazLangston (T, the one where Crowley is an acquisition made by one Mr. AZ Fell. This is one of those “turn left” AUs where they’re still an angel and a demon, they just didn’t meet in Eden. Instead, they meet because Crowley gets himself captured and Aziraphale doesn’t think it’s safe to let a real, dangerous demon loose. Their relationship is very combative and antagonistic but it softens; the emotional journey they go on from clear enemies to clear friends is fantastic.)

34. Somewhere Down Below – jane_with_a_j (T, the series where Aziraphale is captured as an incentive for Crowley to jump masters in Hell. There’s lots of hurt!Aziraphale in this one, as tends to happen to an angel captive in Hell, and an excruciating amount of pining that doesn’t so much counterbalance the angst so much as spice it up enormously. There’s intrigue, there’s a daring escape, it’s radical, folks.)

35. How it Happens – @captainqueernerd (T, the one that’s based on a comic and both are DELIGHTFUL. The fic here is an extension of the comic and so sweet, oh my goodness how sweet it is. The best bits aren’t even when they cover the comic’s events—it’s AFTER that is the real treat. I’ll hand out brownie points to anyone who can find the sentence that made me put down my laptop before I accidentally chucked it while laughing too hard.)

36. mors certissima – @northerntrash (T, the Hades and Persephone AU where Aziraphale is Hades and Crowley is Persephone and they’re all doing their best. This is a super fun one, beautifully written and lovely original lore that has Aziraphale really coming into his own as a god of death and what that means for the wider pantheon and the world. And IT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN where the fic is at the moment, I’m pumped for the conclusion!)

37. It’s All Greek to Me (that is, Ineffable) – @ulspi (UR, the series where Crowley and Aziraphale are cast in different mythological roles in each fic. This one’s gorgeous, you guys, haunting and romantic and each fic has a distinct flavor that is impossibly good. A beautiful way to spend a rainy afternoon, in my opinion.)

38. The Princess and the Serpent – @longforgottenhymn (G, the one where Aziraphale takes Crowley to King Arthur’s court to get a nobleman off his back and oh no, fake dating becomes real dating, oh no. You think you’re ready for this fic? FOOL. This fic is going to carve you up from the inside out and you won’t even be READY for it even if you know it’s coming. This fic is going to promise intimacy and deliver in terrible, terrible tenderness. I am being melodramatic but THIS FIC. THIS FIC IS SO GOOD. This fic is not what I was expecting and it hits HARD because of that.)

39. Wicked dance – pirripipi (T, the one that’s a royal AU with incredible depth and complexity. Listen, what this fic might lack in polish it more than makes up for in flat-out interesting worldbuilding. The characterization is on point and the nonlinear storytelling is very well-handled. And that ending! So triumphant, so utterly joyful. What a joy this fic is! Just wait until you see the Garden of Eden, it’s SPECTACULAR.)

40. The sun doesn’t set on the shoreline – VinWrit (G, the one that’s a selkie and siren AU. This one feels more like it’s being told in microfiction installments and that’s certainly interesting on its own, but it reads like a horror story and it’s chock full of worldbuilding, and the characterization of Crowley especially just breaks my heart right in two. What a great little story.)

41. An Angel’s Hope – @braver-stronger-smarter (M, the one that’s a crossover with the Kiesha’ra book series by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes and it’s delicious AF. Not sure why it’s rated M, but it does deal with a war and the fallout of dealing with constant violence and death. Explains things well enough that you don’t need to have read the Kiesha’ra to understand what’s going on (or, like, if it’s been well over a decade since you last read it…), and the integration of Crowley and Aziraphale into the main plot of these shapeshifter snake and bird cultures is effortless. Can’t wait to see where this one goes (bc even if it just follows the plot of Hawksong, it’s sure to be an exciting ride). (Side note, read the Kiesha’ra, it’s a good series.))

42. By Grace – @seaskystone (G, the one that’s the little soulmate AU that could. Not very long but still highly impactful in my opinion, featuring Crowley and Aziraphale meeting in heaven and knowing right away they’re meant for each other, but canon still happens as it does. Short and bittersweet and pretty.)

43. The Ones Who Walk Away from Nevaeh – @soft-october-night (T, the one that’s the “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas” AU none of us ever even knew we needed but heck if we didn’t get it anyway. If you aren’t familiar, “Omelas” is a short story by Ursula K LeGuin that I absolutely believe you must read in order to get the full impact of this and what the author does with the story with regard to our two boys, it’s earth-shattering. Soft-october-night does it again, just goes and makes outstanding AUs that own my entire soul like it ain’t no thing. Completely unfair.)

44. Take the Fall (What’s a Second Time) – @triffidsandcuckoos (T, the one where Crawly does what it says on the tin. This one includes a nice helping of Crowley suffering from chronic pain as a consequence of taking the blame for the apple business, and some sweet care from Aziraphale, who is well aware it’s his fault. An interesting take and a heartwarming story (even if suffering from chronic pain is the pits and there’s no way around that).)

45. forgotten (but not gone) – @writeonclara (T, the one where their memories are taken and Crowley and Aziraphale still manage to stay away from each other for about .04 seconds. This one has some hard edges and it is a harrowing story about accepting others and yourself, and having faith in yourself and your loved one, but the way they can’t keep their hands to themselves when all the stops are pulled out is frankly hilarious and I commend this story whole-heartedly for committing to that.)

46. It’s Not the Years, it’s the Mileage – @moveslikebucky (T, the one that’s an Indiana Jones AU based on @yamisnuffles’ art. You want Aziraphale doing his best in an Indy role while still being an angel? You want Crowley owning a bar and it DOESN’T suck? You want pining and heartache and hilarity? Park it, then, folks, you don’t even need to know the Indiana Jones films to enjoy it (I certainly don’t and I am aware of this failing, thank you).)

47. or the look or the words – @taizi (T, the one where they just keep getting married and it doesn’t stop from happening. Guys they are literally married HUNDREDS OF TIMES throughout history STARTING AT THE ARK. They are literally so soft and so in love and I am beside myself right now, please love yourself and practice some self-care by reading this fic.)

48. Give me a title, I’ll give you my heart – @nohaijiachi (T, the one that’s a human AU based on fanart and it’s great. Single dad Aziraphale with a cautious past, determined son Adam who is gonna get his dad a date if it’s the last thing he does, utterly besotted Crowley who is excellent at being gentle and also a great beta reader…a surprisingly emotional and fun piece, very good.)

49. what if you fall? oh, but my darling, what if i fly? – Doggoos (T, the one where they loved in Heaven and outside interference tore them apart. I LOST THIS FIC AND SPENT FOREVER TRYING TO FIND IT AGAIN. The one detail that kept me going? Crowley (as Raphael) and Aziraphale exchange jewelry before Gabriel sticks his stupid nose in it and the jewelry is visually stunning and emotionally gorgeous. It’s emotional and it’s fraught and there’s erased memories to contend with but holy COW, y’all. They’re so in love.)

50. Snakes and Stones (the Crowley/Aziraphale Human AU) – @deerstalkerdeathfrisbee (G, the series where it’s exactly what it says it is. The opening fic for this series is where literally everyone in Aziraphale’s dorm thinks his boyfriend is made up and Aziraphale has the enormous pleasure of proving them all wrong. It has great Newt characterization and, surprisingly, Gabriel being likeable, though he has to work for it. It’s fun and a little silly and I adore it.)

51. in the arms of the ocean (so sweet and so cold) – robynthemagpie_writes, agent_of_mischief (T, the one where Aziraphale becomes a lighthouse keeper and Crowley is probably a sea monster. This is a horror story and it’s a love story and while reading it kept me awake at night, thinking about it also kept me very much awake at night. I am the world’s biggest chicken and the spoop is real, friends, but more than that, it’s the horrors lurking in Aziraphale’s past (and probably Crowley’s, I have some theories) that are the heartbreaking bit. Not for the faint-hearted, it goes hard and I have a feeling it’s only going to go harder.)

52. i’ve found a way (a way to make you smile) – @fremulon (T, the one that’s an AU of The Office. Requires no knowledge of The Office but I’m sure it helps. This is one I kept putting off and deeply regret doing so (though, on the other hand, waiting so long to read it meant that I caught up the night before the last chapter went up, so HA). Y’all, it’s so funny and so relatable as an adult stuck in a dead-end job I don’t like, and the romance between Aziraphale and Crowley is so simple and so sweet. I just love it and I love this fic and I want you to read it immediately right now.)

53. I Know Places We Won’t Be Found – FangsScalesSkin (T, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale run away together from the Garden of Eden. I have been waiting for someone to write this forever and it’s finally happening. And it’s got such fun worldbuilding, and their interactions are so cute, and I just love them and want them to be okay and to be married forever and ever.)

54. an imitation of the garden of eden – @dyslexiccrowley (T, the one that’s a D&D-inspired AU. Speaking of AUs that come out of hecking nowhere, here’s one! This one is a really fun adventure, and if you thought me turning the Bentley into a horse in several of my fics was fun, this one beats me out by a country mile and I couldn’t be more gleeful about it because THE BENTLEY IS A DRAGON. I could deffo see the dnd elements throughout but the flavor of it is so unique, I thoroughly enjoyed the adventure and the character moments.)

55. Hell is Just a Sauna – @anthonyjcrowiey (T, the one that’s a “Ten Things I Hate About You” AU. I haven’t seen the film (though I have read Taming of the Shrew and I have been on Tumblr long enough to absorb several gifsets), but this fic was still so good and managed to hook me right in regardless of that fact. I can’t wait for it to finish up, we’re on the emotional crux of the plot and it’s tearing me up how it’s been left!)

56. be mine tonight (be mine forever) – @qorktrees (T, the one that’s a literal “fake dating becomes real dating” AU. Human AU, and these idiots I SWEAR. Aziraphale needs a date for the office Christmas party, Crowley is available and bribable, and of course it ends in their ruse becoming the real deal, this is fanfiction for crying out loud. It happens so sweetly, though, you’ve gotta see this.)

57. Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes – @gigglesnortbangdead (T, the one where Heaven and Hell turn enemies into children instead of smiting. Oh, goodness gracious y’all are not ready for this one. You aren’t ready for the way being turned into a child affects an angel or a demon. You aren’t ready for the myriad ways bb!Crowley is gonna tug at your heartstrings. You aren’t ready for the way Aziraphale is when it finally happens to him. You AREN’T READY. This is precisely why you should go read it right now immediately, to see just how unready you really are. You should take care of that at this exact moment.)

58. Ineffably Yours – SecondHandNews (M, the series where Crowley and Aziraphale choose each other and keep choosing each other. Listen to me: this series is the length of several novels. I have only read the first one, after stumbling on a side-story that was really good and not realizing it was a side-story of a bigger series until I’d finished it. I am planning on reading the rest of the series, which is still updating. I am a little terrified at this titan who has managed to write over 360K words since June in this one series alone. The first one absolutely had me biting my nails and rocking back and forth in an anxious haze, and it’s so tender and so beautiful and SO NERVE-WRACKING. Crowley and Aziraphale learn the Rapture is coming and they just…kinda snap, really. Stop avoiding each other, start choosing each other, and all the twists and turns that comes with it. Just. Really outstanding work, I am an anxious mess but it’s good XD)

JUST SOFT

59. Where to Start – @freyjawriter24 (T, the one where Crowley nearly kisses Aziraphale throughout history like A LOT. Guys you wanna feel the pine crushing into your soul? You want to feel that deep ache of wanting to touch so badly but holding back out of sheer desperate force of will? Read this, prepare to have your knees appropriately weakened from the longing.)

60. A Softer Fall – @themoonmothwrites (T, the one that’s the wall shoving but soft. Bury me in this one, boys, my corpse will rest well for eternity, because holy COW the longing and the fear and the reassurances…my heart is a marshmallow now and it’s this fic’s fault.)

61. for the dancing and the dreaming – @une-danse-macabre (G, the one where Aziraphale proposes. Listen I know this entire section of the post is for Soft Fic but this is Softe Fic and I am not joking even a little bit. Crowley desperately deflecting using humor bc he is so overwhelmed? It’s more likely than you think. Read this, it’s a beautiful little shot of humor and romance.)

62. in candlelight, we dance – SaerM (T, the one where they take a shower together. I have a deep and abiding weakness for bathing fic, and even better, it’s not a sex fic! Just two ineffable partners being tender and washing each other and being together. So sweet and good.)

63. A Pile of Pillows – @waffleironbiddingwar (T, the one where Aziraphale seems to have built a nest during a weekend apart. There’s a few cute nesting fics in this here post but this is one of my very favorites; even has some wing grooming, and lots of teasing and kissing. Very cute!)

64. When the Wind Changes – Star_less (G, the one where Crowley makes faces at babies. Listen. LISTEN. You don’t have to personally like kids to go all gooey over how much Crowley seems to like kids, entirely without meaning to. It’s too cute. Someone call the Cute Police.)

65. with adorations, with fertile tears – waywarder (T, the one where there’s an emotional meltdown while watching a high school production of Twelfth Night. So sweet and unsure and awkward, this one; it’s canon-verse, Aziraphale just drags Crowley to a high school production and then proceeds to very nearly have an angelic aneurysm over trying to hold his hand. If you’ve a soft spot for the Ineffable Husbands quoting Shakespeare at each other, welcome to the party, you’ve arrived.)

66. Sleeping Angel – @whatawriterwields (G, the one where Aziraphale is asleep on Crowley’s chest. It should be noted that this writer wields tenderness like a weapon, stiletto right between the ribs to knock all that breath right out of you, which is a much more gruesome descriptor than I probably should’ve used but YOU GUYS CROWLEY TALKS TO AZIRAPHALE IN HIS SLEEP AND IT’S SO SWEET AND I CAN’T BREATHE.)

67. in so many words – @asideofourown (G, the one where Aziraphale has trouble saying “I love you.” This one made me laugh and “aww” in equal measure, but to get you to click on the link and read as fast as I did, Aziraphale says “thank you” the first time Crowley says “I love you” and I DIED.)

68. A First Christmas, Once Again – lalaland666 (G, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale get to celebrate Christmas together. This one has a fun twist on why Aziraphale dislikes the holidays and a really cute Crowley getting excited for them, and I think it’s well worth reading whether or not you find the December holiday season celebratory or not.)

69. (i love you) as you are – @asideofourown (T, the one where Crowley tries to change to be more like Aziraphale in order to keep him and it’s heartbreaking. Listen, this writer is great and more often than not draws me in bc the dialogue is so good, but this one just crushed my heart into pieces, because Crowley is trying SO HARD and he doesn’t have to but doesn’t realize that he doesn’t have to and AUGH.)

70. the commendation – @forineffablereasons (G, the one where Aziraphale’s ring is itself a commendation from Heaven. This one is short and sweet but it GUTS me every time, just over Aziraphale and how much Heaven screwed him over and failed him by making him feel like the failure. Something this short should not hurt me so much AND YET. Crowley makes it better. Obviously.)

71. the other way round – @forineffablereasons (G, the one where Aziraphale lays in Crowley’s lap instead. Listen we all love it when Crowley puts his head in Aziraphale’s lap but this writer has the right of it, we don’t see it nearly enough the other way round and HHHHGK. The tenderness. The softness. It BURNS.)

72. Every Song in Every Key – @impishtubist (T, the one with the seriously misleading summary. I mean this in the best possible way. Crowley being the one to enjoy the holidays is fun enough, but the true meat of this fic came out of nowhere and it hit me square in the squishy bits. One of the tags is “kid fic” for a little bit of a hint but I shan’t spoil it for you, just go read about Crowley being soft.)

73. shed a sweet light – @areyougonnabe (T, the one that’s not anti-holiday so much as a non-holiday holiday fic. That was probably confusing for you BUT IN ESSENCE: Aziraphale has been around too long to get too attached to any particular holiday (plus time passes so differently when you’re immortal), and attracts the ire of holiday influencers. It gets surprisingly dire, and then delightfully Jewish. Has the exact heart that every holiday story hopes for: quiet, enduring love amidst the chaos. A beautiful little thing.)

BEFORE

74. Unexpected Variables – @seaskystone (T, the one where God keeps having to reset the universe. Hands-down the most hilarious fic on the list just by virtue of God’s impending migraine in dealing with Crowley and Aziraphale, who are so incompetent and I love them so much.)

75. Astralphysiastrics – @wortlby2 (T, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale finally talk about Before. This one’s “Before” elements take place in flashbacks but given that they’re a pretty significant portion of the fic, I put it in this category anyway. Guys this one HURTS, but there’s healing in it, too, which is a beautiful balance. Ends nice and fluffy, which is a good landing after the flashbacks are done tossing you about.)

TOUCH-STARVED/BODY WORSHIP/WINGS

76. To Preen a Songbird – @tiger-in-the-flightdeck (T, the one that’s just some good old-fashioned preening, y’all. Prepare for these idiots being silly and bantering and teasing, because the back-and-forth is so good. SO good. So very, very good.)

77. Life Hurts (But Not With You) – Spider_Lilly (T, the series that’s about Aziraphale letting Crowley preen him. This one takes a pretty serious turn and talks about what happens to angels with slightly more realistic-type wings who don’t have help preening. Fair warning, there’s a bit of grossness with impacted preen glands (which are oil glands) and if you are squeamish I would tread carefully, bc it can get a bit disturbing when Crowley has to help deal with them, but if you like realistic wing care, this is the series for you. Also love. Also pining. Also they’re kind of the same story from different perspectives and the one from Aziraphale’s perspective is SO MUCH WORSE EMOTIONALLY. A good bit of catharsis fic, for sure.)

78. Descent Suspension – @onheil-ferguson (M, the one where Crowley could use some tying up. M for shibari but it’s nonsexual. Book!verse. I apparently have a thing for nonsexual BDSM and bondage, because this fic absolutely took my breath away. It’s very calm and understated and dignified, just feels quiet. A beautiful piece, for sure.)

79. The End (of the Beginning) or A Not-So-Nice or Accurate Guide to Sex on a Stick, By Anthony J. Crowley, Demon. – @fantasticallyobscure (T, the one where Crowley has been trying sex with all the wrong people. Not explicit at all, just has a lot of discussions about sex, which can be off-putting but now you know going in (if the title didn’t give it away). Basically Crowley keeps trying sex with people who have his same physical build and loses his appetite for it, until he and Aziraphale finally get their heads on straight and Aziraphale wants to try it. Some hilarious metaphors and a lot of adorable Aziraphale being jealous, which is a trip. A wonderful little romp, for sure!)

80. You Are Unbreaking (Though Quaking) – @lesbianscrowleys (T, the one where Aziraphale works through his knee-jerk reactions to being touched. A very good little snapshot of healing and working through things while communicating with your partner, and there’s a fun side-story about accepting who you are that underscores the main theme rather well. Crowley is so good and patient and Aziraphale is trying so hard.)

81. A Treatise Concerning Religious Affectations – forthegreatergood (T, the one where there are discussions of religious ecstasy versus regular ecstasy. This one involves more or less orgasming via manipulation of miraculous brain chemistry, and it’s a little bit funky, but you get in the vibe of the fic pretty quickly, I think, the writer is good about setting the tone. And it’s adversarial as all heck, this is a legitimate disagreement Crowley and Aziraphale are having and you feel every weighty second of it. It’s sensual, I think, but not necessarily erotic, and that’s a hard needle to thread and they do it very well.)

82. 451°F – @purple-suits (G, the one after the church bombing where Aziraphale wants so badly it hurts. Guys, oh you guys, the pure need in this one isn’t even really sexual but it HURTS, it is so physical and raw and achey. It absolutely put about five more aches under my skin just from secondhand need. Oh, y’all. Oh beans.)

BONUS

83. Chaos Theory – @themoonmothwrites (T, the series that’s about Adam hitting on Warlock in a bar and then reintroducing him to his old nanny and gardener. This one is 1. prime Adam/Warlock material, and 2. PRIME Warlock/facing his feelings and confronting his past and figuring out his future material. I have the weakest spot possible for Warlock Dowling and this one hits that spot like a LOT.)

84. Through the branches there’s a son that’s always shone – @jessicafish (G, the one with a contented Warlock. This one is a Halloween fic that has the softest Warlock and Crowley interaction of all time, it’s so short but it hits so hard and I must thank it for my life, really.)

85. Love, And Its Interference With The Nature of Reality – @souljellied (M, the one where Adam has a big ole crush and reality is warping for Warlock. M for some saucy makeouts at the start but it’s pretty tame. Guys if the fact that at one point the headlines in a news stand all read “TOP TEN REASONS TO DATE ADAM YOUNG” before Warlock blinks and they all change back to normal isn’t a good enough reason to read this fic then I don’t know what to tell you, it’s so delightfully tongue-in-cheek about Adam’s effect on reality and so funny and so sweet, even if it does end on a note that makes me howl for wanting a continuation.)

86. Slumber Party Summons and Aftereffects – @joyandotherstories (G, the series where Crowley gets summoned by a party of teenage girls and has a very heartfelt, productive evening with them. I dragged my feet on this story for incomprehensible reasons so DON’T YOU MAKE MY MISTAKES. The teenage girls who summon Crowley are so sweet and loveable, each and every one of them, and guys they ship Crowley and Aziraphale so hard when they finally pry Crowley’s life story out of him, with help from some memory projection witchery. It’s so good, y’all, so cute and so fresh. Just the best.)

87. Christmas Delivery – Daegaer (G, the one where Gabriel sends obnoxious Christmas cards and they are the highlight of Heaven’s holiday (to make merciless fun of). It should be noted that these Christmas cards all feature artistic renderings of Gabriel himself. I about died laughing and it’s canon now in my heart. I should not be endeared to the Archangels but here we are.)

88. and i don’t care if you don’t want me (i’m yours anyhow) – shaekspeares (T, the one where Warlock is figuring himself out at uni. This one is complex and deadpan and has such a good representation of Warlock and what he could grow to be, plus that excellent Warlock/Adam content I am always here for and Warlock having a complete meltdown over the idea that his former nanny and gardener were sent by his parents to spy on him, but not that they’re an angel and a demon. This kid has his priorities in order. Well, no, he doesn’t, but it’s fun to watch him get there. And he and Adam have the best dynamic ever, it’s full of friction and no small amount of adversarial energy turning sweet over time. This fic is physically healing to read and we aren’t even done yet. A fantastic addition to the fandom, if just for what Warlock does to the British equivalent of the Young Republican student body.)

89. Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach – Nnm (T, the one where Crowley gets a therapist. I know most of you should know this, or at least have heard of it, but pipe down bc I finally got around to reading it and it’s AMAZING. If you’re a human who’s gone to a good therapist or who needs to, this story’s protagonist is phenomenal. And she’s not static in her own journey, either, she grows and heals along with Crowley, and it’s not linear or clean or simple. Like real life, it has dips and turns and bad patches, but the healing is palpable. A masterwork, truly, just real dadgum good, y’all.)

H/C /WHUMP/BAMF

90. I Don’t Want the World to See Me – @coulson-is-an-avenger (T, the one where they navigate an unexpected boundary concerning Crowley’s glasses. People who flinch every time they read about Aziraphale taking off Crowley’s glasses without permission rejoice: we have a fix-it fic for you. It’s tender in every sense of the word, and shows great boundary communication (y’know after the immediate scare is over), and all around is incredibly worth the read.)

91. Still Waking Up – @sleepymccoy (T, the one that’s trauma recovery with lots of bed-sharing and pining. Friendos if you want to feel every inch of that slow burn, you’ve arrived. This fic is careful and it’s emotionally ragged-edged and it’s just so dang pretty as Crowley and Aziraphale work through their separate issues and come to terms with what it means to them to be together with each other.)

92. Borrowed Scars – dreamsofspike (M, the one where Aziraphale finds out what Crowley goes through when he’s in Hell. M for implied/referenced rape and onscreen torture (and like some heavy petting that gets interrupted by feels). This one’s heavy, y’all, heavier than my usual fare, bc Aziraphale is in Hell wearing Crowley’s body when he finds this out so it’s pretty firsthand. Most of the bad bits are told in flashbacks but there’s also the healing part where Crowley finds out and he and Aziraphale have to have a heart-to-heart about what happened and how it’s never going to happen again. Drags you through the mud but then sets you back on your feet, a very good little number, I thought.)

93. Surviving Hell – @whatawriterwields (T, the series where Crowley’s coping mechanism is to shut down and then that coping mechanism becomes maladaptive in the new world. If you’re like me, you’re used to this writer writing the fluffiest creations known to man, so this foray into deeper territory socks like a cannonball right in the gut. Crowley’s healing process is long and it’s slow, with so much aching tender care from Aziraphale it is physically painful in a way. Can’t wait for it to update, I am INVESTED.)

94. Easier than Air – @a-candle-for-sherlock (G, the one where Aziraphale finally deals with stuff. This is a collection of panic attacks, as a warning; Aziraphale’s entire six-thousand-year life is catching up to him, living under Heaven’s eye and knowing he doesn’t measure up, still trying to be with Crowley even though knowing the danger…it’s a lot on a person, and it all kinda comes crashing down after Armageddon’t. Crowley takes care of him, talks and holds him through it all, and it’s so sweet, so freeing to vicariously fall apart through Aziraphale and be held through it by Crowley. Just. Augh.)

95. So Still I Wait – HotCrossPigeon (T, the one where Heaven locks Aziraphale in a void, basically, for three months, and then dump him back on earth for Crowley to pick up the pieces. Guys this one is part of a “hurt Aziraphale” series and it delivers. Aziraphale is his usual soft, silly self all throughout and that makes it hurt worse when he’s suffering, and downright agonizing when he’s trying to recover. Heaven is horrible to him throughout, and Crowley is so gentle and scared, and honestly I don’t know how I didn’t just keel over while reading it. This takes touch-starved to an extreme that booted it from the Touch-Starved category and into this one, because WOW. WOW.)

96. Flaming Like Anything – @thepoetoftime (NR, the one where any weapon Aziraphale holds flames. This one isn’t silly, exactly, but it is hilarious watching Aziraphale flame things like a stick and an umbrella and then absolutely CREAM his foes with them. Never stood a chance, poor souls. A wonderful read, with a surprising twist near the end I highly recommend savoring, it’s too good a mental image.)

97. Love Seeketh Not Itself to Please – @dietraumerei (T, the one where Aziraphale is hurt by a summoning and Crowley takes him to Heaven for healing. This one hurts on so many levels I don’t know where to begin. There’s the physical hurt—obviously—but then there’s the tension of our favorite reprobates being back in Heaven, and a moment where the rug is pulled that is disorienting and just…hateful, absolutely hateful, but in the weirdest, most relieving way. I cannot explain this to you, you must read it. And then sweet, sweet aftercare, because of course. I wouldn’t recommend it to you if there wasn’t any comfort in it, and this writer in particular has historically done excellently with the comfort aspect; this is certainly no different. It absolutely tickled my fancy.)

98. Cry for Absolution – forthegreatergood (T, the one where a miscommunication causes six thousand years of touch avoidance. Guys. GUYS. Crowley thinks his touch hurts Aziraphale and you know what it actually does? It actually hurts ME, personally, watching Crowley misread Aziraphale’s little gasps and flinches as pain rather than shock. Then they fight about it, and things resolve, but HHHNG. THAT PINING. THAT TOUCH-STARVED LONGING.)

99. White Walls and Dead Air – BabyHoldMyFlower (G, the one where Crowley has to physically take Aziraphale away from the plague. This one lands in this category rather than in the Body Worship/Touch-Starved/Wings category is the sheer (DESERVED) emotional vitriol Aziraphale has bottled up in him, the anger at God and Heaven, and how ragged he is from trying to stay ahead of the plague but just not being able to. Crowley helps, because of course he does, but this fic is the emotional equivalent of being put through a wringer. It’s exhausting and it’s beautiful.)

#good omens #good omens fic recs #mega gomens fic rec list #i guess i'm just gonna keep making these until i die #or until my gomens interest wanes #whichever comes first #phew what a big baby this post is

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Troy HC dump

These span all eras and are valid for the Troy I write , some are 18+ so read more at your discretion:

Hugely into any puzzle / collection echo games (think puzzle and dragons), and uses them to relax very often in private. Finds puzzle games really destress him and help him sleep. Has spent an insane amount of money in them.

Keeps his own personal coffers and the amount he spends wouldn’t even be noticeable against his almost infinite wealth , but he’d be intensely embarrassed if anyone found out how much God King Calypso spends on gatchas.

Hair is naturally very thick, his iconic hairstyle was originally born out of frustration after going for a bandit mohawk, realising how much work that was going to be every day, then swiping it all forwards and hoping for the best.

Has v little torso hair but does pluck the patchy little bits he grows for the aesthetic, bitch.

Incredibly hygienic for a Pandoran, but more so with his oral hygiene than anything else. Had to keep a rigorous cleansing routine for the first few months after his jaw mod and just kept it up from then on.

Understands a huge amount of different languages, but not fluently. Leda taught him the basics of a lot of language cores and he can understand and read a lot relatively well. Cant speak or write them though, and keeps this skill close to his chest.

He’s intensely clever and realised early how useful it was to understand what sponsors were saying to each other in “private” by using another language during meetings with the twins. He’s turned having his intelligence underestimated so often into a weapon he wields with great skill.

His hand writing is atrocious. He can read it fine, but not even Tyreen can half the time. Almost proud of having his own shitty shorthand code he can use for notes.

Can count the amount of times he’s worn underwear by choice on his one hand since adulthood. Didn’t have any on Nekrotafeyo, and fuck it. Freedoms comfortable and let’s you have very low slung pants.

Very low slung pants are very good at distracting possible competitors/business partners enough during interactions to either cause them to slip up, or underestimate his cunning again. Either works fine for him, he gets attention, and the upper hand. Win win.

Snores really bad from a combo of mods and compromised respiratory system. Modded tongue tends to slowly extend the deeper his sleep gets, and he’s woken up with it over his eyes before. Will completely deny he snores, only Tyreen has heard it and she’s clearly lying, right?

Did most of his own piercings and barely flinched. Full on SOBBED after he pierced his nips. Sat on his bathroom floor for an hour waiting for the pain to pass while strongly second guessing his life decisions.

Gets extremely emotionally invested in classical music / soundtracks and falls asleep listening to his fave playlists often. Has nicer dreams when he does than if he doesn’t, and also feels like it helps boost his creativity while working. Doesn’t know why.

A combo of keeping his neck covered under the collar, and the scarring on his throat, has left it hyper sensitive when uncovered. A caress will instantly have him snapping viciously or melting into a gasping mess of goosebumps and shivers depending on who’s hand it was.

Super comfortable with nudity, his self esteem issues are focused on his body’s layout and the self perceived damage/disfunction of it, nudity doesn’t come into play at all.

That is, as long as his bracer is on. What’s under the bracer is the one part of his body he would be terrified of showing to someone he valued in a vulnerable situation. Any COV worshipper stupid enough to think just because they can touch him naked means they could try and touch under the bracer is going to really miss their hand afterwards ( if they are still alive to miss it ).

Would love to be able to play a musical instrument well but he’s struggled with any he tried before as only his existing hand is dextrous enough for one. Would really appreciate and treasure someone with the patience and kindness to teach him, but knows that would mean dropping the God King persona, and can’t justify damaging their reputation just for something that would make him happy.

Gets recognised instantly regardless of how he dresses or looks, which he loathes. There is no way to hide his height or build, let alone the markings on his face. Really misses being able to just wander and explore like he could in the COV’s early days.

Really, really, really loves food, but his ill health means he can’t eat the way he’d like and often has to avoid foods he wished he could eat more. God King Calypso is known for being exceptionally choosy about the food he eats. In reality, Troy just can’t trust a lot of the overly rich food he’s served.

Massively enjoys cooking in his Sanctum when alone, and would treasure doing so for anyone he sees as a friend. Has, very rarely in the past, and loved seeing how surprised they were that he’s not useless at it.

Solely drinks alcohol to get drunk, can’t really taste beer very well and doesn’t enjoy most spirits. He’s a functional alcoholic but would deny he relies on it or other drugs (he absolutely does) and blows off concern from medics as it being something he chooses to do, not needs.

Wishes he could smoke Pandoran weed but wouldn’t risk the damage to his weak lungs, tends to make tea with what he grows in his ship, shares it with Tyreen a lot. She can’t touch plants, so he has no problem doing the green thumb work and sharing with her when she needs to relax.

Unless their dad had thought it to them or they saw it in an echo show, then the twins had no grasp of basic social do’s and don'ts when they reached Pandora.

Troy would have no problem sitting in a merger meeting picking his nose while Tyreen scratched her ass in front of board members. They learned a lot of their social skills the hard way, having been asked to please, please stop by priests and saints.

Has never won a burping competition against Tyreen in his life. Is genuinely irritated by this.

Can’t dance. Can strut and pose, has a great sense of rhythm, just cannot for the life of him do anything dance wise. Please don’t ask him to it will end in tears (his).

Savant with numbers, sees them as patterns like his dad did. Thought everyone could till he met people on Pandora. Gets aggressively frustrated with anyone who he needs to explain his process for reaching a mathematical conclusion to, because they never get it.

Complete idiot tier for animals. Likes them a lot, just doesn’t know what any of them are and no one is in a position to correct him without risking embarrassing the God King publicly and having their neck snapped.

Calls everything he sees a Skag. Rakks? Flying Skags. Bullymongs? Arm Skags. Skags? “Those bitchin lil’ mouth dudes.”

Really enjoys art and has a beautiful defined style with spray paint. Dumbs it down for propaganda, but his Sanctum is filled with canvases that are experimental colour and line pieces. Very much likes working with holy iconography but tends to only illustrate Tyreen this way in his own time..

Spends a lot of hours in the Mechanicum and knows a lot of the Tinks in higher leadership position by name. Likes to talk engineering with them and feels comfortable enough to drop a lot of the God King persona and actually enjoy the conversation.

A Troy who’s excited and interested in a discussion is all twinkling eyes and gentle, eager smile. He often has to remind himself to shift back into persona mid conversation, and it can be quite.. sad.. to see him go from so clearly happy, back to an icy, scathing asshole.

Incredible at lying but cannot bluff for shit. Play any card game with him and he has instant facial tells (squints and sticks his tongue slightly out the side of his mouth when looking at his cards). Doesn’t understand why he could never win against his dad or Tyreen, probably never will.

Would never wear his reading glasses publicly, thinks they completely destroy his overall aesthetic and lines of his face mods. Won’t accept his’s wrong about this from anyone, though he personally likes how much more like himself he looks when wearing them in private.

Tyreen was so sick of seeing his ass crack, she was the one who suggested the overly tight belt that became part of his outfit. All his pants that are the right length are far too wide in the waist for his narrow hips. He could just get fitted ones now, but the low slung waist line + belt combo is part of his look at this point.

Incredibly high pain tolerance for almost everything, says he barely felt the tattoos and genuinely means it. The constant pain from the bracer and damaged shoulder joint has let him numb to most other relatively low levels of pain.

Is an amazing kisser as long as what you enjoy is the threat of being consumed alive. Troy’s mouth is a self designed weapon, verbally and physically, and he’s never been in a position to learn to use it tenderly. Doesn’t let worshippers choose to kiss him when bedding them, and is aggressive with it if he chooses to kiss them.

Would love to learn how to be tender from someone who cared for him and he felt safe enough with to allow his persona to slip and be vulnerable with, but as the years go on and the God King becomes more in control, Troy has become resigned to the fact that it’s something he will never have.

Very self conscious about his hygiene and showers usually twice daily if he can. Everything on Pandora is covered in sweat and filth, and he can’t risk getting infections considering the amount of open ports along his body. Really enjoys scents and has a surprisingly large collection.

Gets highly irritated with public displays of affection. Intensely, soul crushingly envious.

This gets dangerous late God King era as he becomes more and more violent. People have learned to be extremely careful to not show affection to each other in viewing distance of him at all, or risk losing a limb. Or worse.

Sex drive only gets higher as time goes on. For the first few years he much preferred pleasuring himself rather than interacting with the squalid heaving masses of followers throwing their bodies at him, but by the time of the God King era in later COV years, he can’t stand touching himself anymore. He doesn’t want to touch his body, and the God King is more than happy to let others praise it nightly instead.

Sleeps with huge cushions he brushes off as being for comfort, but deep down he knows its because their weight and pressure helps him not feel so alone.

Squints a lot and is known for scowling, but it’s mostly due to terrible headaches, not eye sight issues or his mood. The dark eye makeup helps with the glare a little but he’s noticeably paler than his sister due to the bright sun causing them more often than not and him preferring to stay in the shade of indoors.

Has kept every single thing given to him out of kindness. Will keep sugar packets if someone brings him a coffee with one out of concern for him looking tired. If he feels it was done because they like him and not out of respect for his title, he will keep anything he’s been given.

Most of the people who gave him these tiny things he’s kept.. well.. they aren’t around anymore (no one he’s gotten to know well chooses to stay very long ).. but he still likes to look through them sometimes when he needs to be reminded he’s possible to like.

The collection looks like a little box of trash to anyone else, but bar his old jacket his father made for him out of one of his own that he still keeps hidden away, it’s probably his most treasured possession.

#troy calypso #calypso twins #borderlands #borderlands 3 #bl3 #my writing #my hcs

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oldmanyeshomo · 4 years ago

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Why I hate Tumblr

Look at me, I’m making a post about why I hate Tumblr on Tumblr. That’s valid grounds to say “Oh look at you making a post about why you hate Tumblr on Tumblr. You hate the site so much then why are you on it?” I’m on Tumblr because I don’t have any other social media where you can blog without a word limit, or getting a removal due to lack of relevancy, so I’m doing it here. Also, why make a post criticizing Tumblr anywhere else? I’m trying to criticize a site so I might as well make my criticizations happen on the site itself for convenience, even though likely no one will see this post. I’d also like to preface this post by saying that I am not trying to spread hate despite the very misleading title. I hate Tumblr, but there’s a set of reasons for that which I will get into later. I can hate something and not spread hate about it. I will not fix what I don’t like about the site by spreading hate so I will attempt not to do that. Even if I had the intention of spreading hate, how I am going to do that? Galvanise my non existing followers into brigading Tumblr? I am fully against that type of behaviour online, and I don’t lie about my opinions online. That’s something else I’d like to say. I will not change or hide my beliefs. I will own what I believe in. That doesn’t mean I’m going to push my way of life on you, and it doesn’t mean I’m not open minded. It means, for example if I say I hate eggplant, I hate eggplant. If I say I like Trump I like Trump. If I say I support Women’s rights I support Women’s rights. I will not lie about what I believe in.

Anyway, the first thing I hate about Tumblr is the lack of respect for heterosexual people. I know that not everyone on the site shares the same beliefs, but from what I’ve seen on the site I can firmly say some people do not have respect for people who are straight. What kind of disrespect am I talking about? The kind where people say “Oh you’re straight? Boringggggggg” Which gender you like does not influence who you are. Gay people are not automatically the belle of the ball because they are gay. I am not the cat lady down the street who knits all day because I am straight. Sexuality should not influence whether you are quote unquote “interesting”. It’s very arrogant for someone to say that straight people are uninteresting. Like, I get that LGBT culture has a reputation for being flamboyant. But, consider this. LGBT people are not the only people who can be flamboyant. I’ve met lots and lots of interesting straight people. I’ve met old people with lots of interesting stories about their past and they’re straight. I wish people would stop using their sexuality as a crutch to tell people they’re interesting and put down people who are straight as being not interesting. In my eyes, everyone has something interesting about them. It could be a talent, a hobby, a past experience but everyone is interesting in their own way. I’m not saying this because “muh straight people”. If I was bi, gay, pan or ace I would say the exact same thing. This isn’t a post from a straight persons perspective but from a persons perspective. If I hadn’t said I was straight you should take the post and see it in the same light. I don’t mind people being interesting and flamboyant, I mind that they put down other sexualities to do it and use their own to support the fact that they’re interesting.

The second thing I hate about Tumblr is the arrogance. I cannot even being to describe how much mental agony I’m put in about arrogance. If someone is even the slightest bit arrogant, online or anywhere else I am instantly put into a state of anger. I cannot even begin to describe how angry I get. It is the strongest emotion I can possibly begin to comprehend and it happens when people are cocky without reason, arrogant because they can be and condescending. If I didn’t have the self control my house would be a cheese grater of drywall holes because of the constant, FUCKING anger I get into about arrogance, because of how much I see it online. Even if someone is being arrogant to say, Trump after his fiftieth racist tweet I cannot stand it. I’m not the only one who hates arrogance either. It’s pretty much a universal thing unless you’re a monk or something. Arrogance attacks what humans are, giant egos. We are at the top of the food chain because we cannot stand being at the bottom. We rose above every other animal because we cannot stand being below someone. It is this ambition and ego that drove us to where we are now, and while having an ego is bad sometimes, I would not be writing this, as I sit in my chair in my house if we did not have egos. This ego is what leads to me be so fucking infuriated when someone online is arrogant or condescending. It makes me want to go Modern Warfare 2 Xbox 360 lobby but in text form. That’s why I always try my very best to not be arrogant. If I hate arrogance so much then I can only imagine everyone else who hates arrogance, so I try my very best to not be arrogant, but it seems not everyone else had the same bright idea. I see what’s fun about being condescending, but my god. It is such mental torture to me. And guess what Tumblr is. A sassy, arrogant, condescending site. You say something someone disagrees with. Arrogant response. You argue with someone. Condescending response. Someone posts a screenshotted tweet. Condescending tweet. Someone disagrees with the tweet. Arrogant replies. This isn’t contained to Tumblr, but it is where I see the most infuriating examples. I loathe the culture of Tumblr, where open mindedness and acceptance is often thrown out in favour of a cocky response or a condescending baby talk reply. This sassy culture is what I hate, and I see it everywhere. That’s why I try to be open minded and accepting, but guess what, Fucko? No one else is gonna be. Good job on trying to have a nice respectful argument, because while you show the other person respect, that’s something they won’t reciprocate as they throw passive aggressive condescending remark after the other at you. Despite the trouble with trying to remain open minded and accepting, I still can’t give in and let myself sink into the arrogance that is the internet. I will keep trying because if I don’t I have no right to complain. Anyway, my point is. people should be open minded, respectful and down to earth everywhere. If someone has an opinion, let them have their opinion without being overly rude about it. If someone is contesting your point online, try to not dismiss it right away.

That concludes my rant. In conclusion, be respectful, not only to me but everyone else. If you would like to point out something you didn’t like about my essay then feel free, but please try to be open minded and respectful as I will try to be. Obviously its dumb to make a somewhat controversial post and not expect people to be rude to you about it, but I believe in the best of humanity. We as the human race should not be thinking about how we can stop each other but how we can help each other. We live on one planet, we share it with everyone else so if your fellow human is trying to get something off of his chest, try to remember we will get nowhere in life if everyone else is ignorant of each other. Reciprocate people with respect unless they definitely don’t deserve it, like if they committed a genocide, but aside from that try and be respectful, even if its not easy. Thank you.

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delimeful · 5 years ago

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First time they saw Patton cuddling with Virgil? (Like y’know the energy thing maybe?) Or Virgil protecting the three of them from some other alien?

Okay, now that Making Adjustments is out in full, I’m posting all the asks that inspired me for certain parts or even just to continue writing! Thank you to everyone who sent in ideas/what they wanted to see/theories, I really appreciate it! All asks under the cut!

@ironwoman359 said: I’d be really interested to read about what the first week or two aboard the ship with all four of them was like. I’m sure it was a big adjustment for all of them, and it’d be really cool to see!

@skeletonsloverockcandy said: WINBAR prompt - Virgil’s first night on the ship, is not with Patton, and gets a nightmare. Logan finds him and Virgil has to explain his nightmare/dreams

@the-princey-pie said: Logan mentioned that Virgil would probbaly have trouble fitting through the space ship doors. Now I really want to see Vorgil stepping into their spaceship the first time/navigating it for the first few weeks.

@indigomasquerade97 said: WIBAR prompt. Virgil is Stitch from Lilo and Stitch. You know the scene I’m talking about! ;) Roman is still freaked out with the idea of having a human on board, and one night (maybe on patrol, since he is still jittery from loosing Patton and doesn’t want to loose him - or Logan - again) and he gets freaked out by the nocturnal human suddenly being in the room? IDK

Anonymous said: So. I was wondering for the WIBAR prompts, what was Virgil’s first night on the ship like? How did Roman and Logan act towards him? And is he worried that his relationship with Patton is going to change now that he’s back with his family? Sorry if this is a lot…

Anonymous said: WIBAR prompt idea: Food! Since food is often culturally connected for humans, would it be the same for our alien friends? And if they have any, from Virgil’s pov., strange food items etc. Would be interesting to see considering they are all from such different species. :D

@justanotherpurplebutterfly said: WIBAR: did Patton tell his crewmates how to interpret Virgil’s body language? Did they figure it out for themselves? Did they struggle to remember when they saw him smile or stretch (and make himself big) or something?

Anonymous said: I would love to see some V POV or adjustment period/cultural differences! (particularly L/R’s reactions to V smiling, differences in diet/hunting styles, what V considers a threat vs. what LMP consider threats… anything that highlights the deathworlder in Virg! (Space Australia is like my fav thing that came out of tumblr)) also maybe some more of L/R’s thoughts on Patton befriending a space boogieman?? I really really love this au! :)

Anonymous said: OoOOooh okay how about,, Virgil’s POV as they head back to Roman and Logan’s ship and get on, (and maybe if he doesn’t know the species Logan and Roman are he could ask? That seems the easiest way for us to learn more about the boys without it being too awkwardly shoved in) and V’s probably awkward because he doesn’t know Lo and Ro and Ro’s openly hostile and he wasn’t expecting to go along with them and idk you decide. Also :DD wibar’s not done yet!! Tysm; I’m really enjoying it!

@bishopriecke said: Okay, so I’ve got a couple prompts so I’ll send them separately in case that’s how you’d wanted them? The story is absolutely adorable and it made me think of the sleeping habits back on the ship. There’s space for Virgil, but will Pat gravitate to sleeping with him, since it was such a comfort and Virgil only gets sleepy if he snags energy during cuddles? If he’s tired/virgil’s stressing over something will he wander over to where Virgil is chilling and settle in his lap? How’s Ro&Lo react?

@bumblebeekitten said: Do any of the others attempt to learn Virgil’s language? Or maybe Virgil quietly tries to dispel some of the more hurtful rumors about ‘deathworlder humans’?

Anonymous said: What would wibar Roman and Logan do if they couldn’t find Patton? Would they assume Virgil had done something?

Anonymous said: While waiting for more WIBAR, I keep re-reading everything (Act 1, Intermission, all the world building asks). Right now, I just want to plead with Patton to go find Virgil as he needs comfort, to calmly tell Logan that I don’t blame him, and to hiss at Roman that, while he has had bad experiences and that is valid, he needs to be nicer. Granted, a reaction like that from a human fan-nut probably wouldn’t help Virgil’s case… but he needs a hug so much right now!

Anonymous said: i’m thinking there’s lots of potential for hurt/comfort with this chapter. Virgil’s obviously panicking so i reckon he’s gonna have to try and convince himself that he can trust Patton if not the others. i feel like virgil still wont trust the others but they’ll get to see that he’s not always this big, strong deathworlder and he gets scared just like them. he’s been traumatised and he cares for Patt a lot and theyll try to understand eachother better and hopefully become friends/gain some trust

Anonymous said: that is very much wishful think and a need for my boys to be happy though haha. soz, that probably wasnt very helpful for writing but thats just something i’d like to see happen but i KNOW that whatever you end up writing is gonna be fabulous (ran out of room on my last ask and couldnt even sign it, whoops)

@justanotherpurplebutterfly said: I’m mainly really curious how Roman will react. If he has even have as big of an imagination as buobba Roman then he will probably interpret Virgil’s outburst as a violent attack and try to frame him as a danger they shouldn’t keep on the ship. However if he was able to detect Virgil’s fear then this might be the first step of them growing closer. Idk which I like better, because on one hand I want them to to get along and witness wacky human things in an amicable atmosphere, but on the other hand, misunderstandings are soooo good!!!! Most of all I want Virgil to get a hug though. Poor boy deserves one. I don’t care with who it is, although I suspect it will be Patton because no way the other ones trust Virgil enough and vice versa.

@yalltookmyurlideas said: Haha wibar fears? There are,,, so many. My main fear is that Roman will misinterpret Virgil’s panic to mean he’s hiding something and not see it for the panic and fear it is.

Anonymous said: I was thinking about for WIBAR, are we going to find out more about Virgils life on Earth? Is there angst there or is it irrelevant? Also would Logan and Roman go after Virgil themselves so as not to worry Pat or would they realise this was a situation they couldn’t solve? OR does Roman think V is attacking them and goes to hurt him? Sorry long ask but I’m excited for the chapter 😅😅🥰🥰

Anonymous said: Ayyy super late gang, barely got a hour of sleep bc anxiety/nightmares so yeehaw. I guess for WIBAR, the most essential thing to consider is how you want Making Adjustments to sorta add onto its characters & how they interact. Idk that ofc, but I think the situation is going to resolve into a ‘im only human’ (the irony) kinda situation and the crew (maybe minus patton??) only /starting/ to grasp the human is a bunch of damaged goods who is lowkey more scared of them than they are of he (½)

Anonymous said: (2/2) how i see the situation going down? Depends who finds him. If it’s Pat, he could sing him clam like in the cell. If its Roman or Logan, odds are Virgil’s gonna b scared & his response will be to Fight or Freeze, as he already did the Flight option. Virgil reacting like a cornered animal would be terrifying Ro and Lo. (Also Ro and Lo going to wake up Pat for Human Help has the same vibes of a child waking up their parents to tell them they puked lmao)

@killerfangirl3 said: After where you left last chapter, I am 100% terrified Roman will find Virgil before Patton and cause real danger to everyone. After all Virgil is flooded with adrenaline right now and he barely knows how his strength affects the metal? of the ship as it is. The sudden increase in strength if he was attempting to defend himself could cause him to put a hole in the ship.

@hotchocolatehugs said: Oh! Also, would Virgil calm down if Patton found him, or would it just make him worse/more crazed? I dunno about his state of mind, but if I were in his position I would probably be acting aggressively to anyone who came in. Do aliens have hot chocolate or tea, or some equivalent drink? Because I think Virge needs a calming drink. (sorry if this is too much!)

Anonymous said: I saw your latest post and all I could think about is Virgil stuck on the appliance, really high up and close to the ceiling unseen while he sees Roman and Logan below. Maybe a bit of a language barrier while they say some words that Virgil may not no yet and jumping to conclusions and filling in the blanks in the sentences

Anonymous said: I’m afraid that In WIBAR, Roman may keep Pat from going to find and comfort Virgil and just…leave him up there

@katelynn-a-fan said: Mission impossible theme while looking for Virgil. Too short can’t see Virgil on top appliance. Mission impossible theme continues and fades into the distance. (That’s all I got)

Anonymous said: WIBAR suggestions/predictions/fears: I worry about Roman or Logan finding Virgil before Patton - Roman because I don’t think he will be understanding about how afraid Virgil is; Logan because I think that would scare Virgil more. He might break out of his flight stage into fight, and that could make them fear him more. But, while worry about this scenario, maybe it would be for the best. Maybe one or both need to find him at a low to see that he isn’t a monster, just scared.

@enby-phoenix said:

OK so wibar thoughts! I’m a little concerned that Roman will think that Virgil was genuinely trying to attack him with that chair and also probably trying to hurt Logan, and he’s gonna get upsetti. I also think that the way they figure out what’s made Virgil go all fight or flight will probably involve Logan doing the memory share thing, but it’ll take them a bit to get close enough without Virgil threatening to bite Logan’s hands off.

Also PLEASE let my boy eat a full meal and get some proper sleep!

I would also love to see Virgil curled around Patton protectively but everyone knows that it’s Patton who’s making Virgil feel safe.

Another prediction is that Logan, realizing that SOMETHING bad just happened, and knowing that all his information on humans seems to be incorrect or at least not apply to this one, will go to Patton for advice on what to do regarding Virgil’s sudden change of behavior, and how to calm him down again. Cause Patton is the resident expert on Virgil.

I also imagine that Logan might keep his note taking to himself again for a bit, until Virgil believes that he’s not the bad kind of scientist.

I love that Virgil climbed on top of the tallest thing he could find, and I imagine that if it’s above everyone else’s usual eyelines, they each walk past him multiple times while they’re worriedly searching the ship for him.

I’m mostly imagining Virgil clinging to Patton like a lifeline and the other two aliens worrying for their tiny friend but Patton knows that Virgil is just scared and sings him the “calm down baby it’s okay I’m here” hatchling soothing song until Virgil calms down a little, and then still staying with him while explanations are had. They do not come out of the small space on top of the tallest appliance and Roman doesn’t like that but he’ll deal.

Now that I’m thinking about it more, one of the best ways for Logan to gain (at least a little bit of) Virgil’s trust would be for Virgil to see his honest reaction to what the other scientists did to him. Cause based on what I know of Logan, he would be horrified. And that might help Virgil to realize that Logan ISN’T LIKE those other scientists.

Anonymous said: *gets out the defibrillator to help kickstart the creative juices* At this point Virgil is running on fumes and when the trio find him Patton tries to comfort him. But he’s too stressed and feels betrayed and there’s just too much inner turmoil for him to hold back so he finally breaks down in front of them. Perhaps it’s not Patton that manages to calm him down, but Roman who finally recognizes him as a traumatized person rather than “just an evil human” :D

@enby-phoenix said: tbh Virgil probably hisses at either Logan or Roman at some point and it makes them nervous and confused.

Anonymous said: Roman forcing Virgil down from his hiding spot. 'Blade’ to his neck and tying him to a chair. Virgil thinking that he shouldn’t have run and that they are going to be even angrier at him now, ergo more painful experiments. Begging to be put under for the cutting away and to please don’t get mad at Patton (just in case Patton was trying to be a good friend).

Anonymous said: Suggestion for WIBAR - Roman goes looking for Virgil, all ready for a confrontation. But, when he finds him, Virgil unknowingly makes some sort of gesture that means fear/terror to Roman’s people and he stops and evaluates the situation with clearer eyes. This gives Patton/Logan/both a chance to get there.

Anonymous said: Can we get somr wibar fluff/angst?

Anonymous said: I’m just waiting for WIBAR Virgil to just pass out and the panic of everyone that sees him. Or Roman threatening him or Logan goes to touch him and BAM he’s on the floor!

Anonymous said: Stuff for WIBAR: 1: who’s gonna find Virgil? 2: what’re they gonna do with him? 3: how’s he gonna react? – Options: Patton: tries to comfort him Virgil: can’t decide whether to trust or not, maybe leading to emotional outburst and sad PatPat – Logan: scared cuz danger goblin had an outburst at him. Wondering what he did wrong & how to best proceed Virgil: 'he’s gonna do tests on me’ fight or flight – Roman: 'so, if you hurt my friends imma hurt you’ Virgil: fight or flight – ½

Anonymous said: 2/2 Of course those aren’t the only options, but it was fun for me, and I hope it got creative juices flowing for you as well. I love all your writing, and I want you to know that you can take as long as you need to be proud of your work. It’s okay. And take care of yourself too! You can’t make as good of work when you aren’t feeling as good as usual

#asks #wibar #assistance asks #long post #read more please work :(

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witharsenicsauce · 4 years ago

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Chosen Stories From the War #34: All Quiet on the Western Front

(Content Warning: This chapter contains descriptions of gore, minor character death, and trauma)

For a moment, Jane happily lay in her state of half consciousness, reveling in the warmth of the unfamiliar bed. The blankets were surprisingly comfortable for being so rough, and the mat she relaxed upon was soft and warm. She turned over, for a moment entertaining the idea that sleep might return to her.

“Jx habet los Exletos.”

Jane threw an arm over her head, attempting to drown out the sound of talking but...it caught her attention. While she didn’t know the meaning of the words spoken, she knew the voice all too well.

“Jx habet onx botu, onx erinye, ‘n lau lophndia.” A moment of silence, but Jane could hear gentle murmur in the background. She sat up slowly, as her partner that evening, Althaea, said one more thing. “Jx deluge.” She broke off, slamming something metallic down on the desk as she saw Jane was awake. “You’re up.”

“Calling your side pieces?” Jane chuckled. “Or am I the side piece, and you’re calling your wife?”

“You? Sweetheart, you’re a diamond in the rough.” Althaea slithered back towards her and curled up in the pillows again. Jane scooted closer, trapping Althaea’s tail between her legs, and the Viper wrapped her tail around her waist.

“Who were you talking to?” Jane asked.

Althaea was strangely quiet for a moment, and when she spoke there was a bit of hesitation in her voice. “My sisters at another haven.”

“Didn’t know they had phones.”

“If you can build it, you can keep it.” Althaea assured her. “And eventually I banged rocks together long enough to make the thing work.”

“Hm. Then you’re a woman of many talents.” Jane chuckled, winking.

Althaea rolled her eyes and straightened up. “I should be charging you for this.”

“Okay. How much?”

“I said I should.” Althaea stuck out her tongue in a long hiss. “Not that I will~”

“Isn’t that a bit unfair?” Jane rolled onto her back, eager to drift back off to sleep, but something still felt...off. “What language was that?”

Althaea didn’t say anything, just curled her long tail around Jane’s waist once again.

“What do you mean, you lost the rat?!”

“I didn’t lose him!” Gur-Rai protested. “I left him on this bench right here!” He pointed to the sunny stone bench, parked right by the oasis’ edge.

“And you expected him not to walk off?” Kon-Mai ran a hand through her hair in exasperation. “Gur-Rai! He’s an animal!”

“I know he is!” He snapped at her. “But he’s important to me! God, he’s probably really scared right now...”

Her face softened a bit. “He is most likely fine.” She said calmly, reaching out to touch his shoulder. “He is probably hungry, and went off to catch bugs somewhere.”

Gur-Rai, chewing on the nail of his little finger, seemed not to hear her. He was just staring at the empty bench in despair when Dhar-Mon finally spoke up.

“There is plenty of food in this haven...” He said. “I say that is the first place we check.”

“I swear if that thing got into the food stores…” Nazira grumbled, picking at her cuticles in a way similar to Gur-Rai when he was nervous. She stood towards the back of the Chosen, isolated at this time. Her own brother was nowhere to be seen.

“The sooner we find him, the sooner we can ensure that is not the case.” Kon-Mai said. “Nazira, where is it that you store the supplies?”

Nazira looked around, pointing to a square building that resembled a stone warehouse. “Well over there is where we keep most of the raw materials. Grain that hasn’t been made into flour, dried fruits, salted meats, stuff that keeps. There are a couple of refrigeration units in the Generator room but I don’t think he could get in there.”

“What of farmland? Do you have any fields or gardens?” Dhar-Mon asked.

“Most of it has been harvested already.” Nazira shrugged. “But the dandelions are in bloom right now. He might be hunting for bugs in the grass.”

“Okay.” Kon-Mai stood up tall. “We shall split up, then, cover more ground.”

“I shall search the storage units.” Dhar-Mon said.

“Wonderful. Gur-Rai.” Kon-Mai turned to her brother. “Will you help me search the fields? My eyes are lacking compared to yours.”

That seemed to at least shake him from his trance. “Sure thing.” He nodded, looking over at Nazira. “You’ll be okay?”

“This is my house, Gur-Rai.” She giggled. “I’ll be fine without you.”

He faltered at her words, but Kon-Mai dragged him off quickly. Nazira lifted her hand in a wave, then sighed and turned towards the generator room.

As much as she hated going in there, if this possum was as important to Gur-Rai as it seemed to be, she’d brave it for him.

“Of all the people I thought I would see again.” Zafar looked over his cup of tea, meeting Verge’s black eyes. “I’ll admit I never expected it would be you.”

“And I would have agreed.” Verge admitted, a slight smile on his face. “I could barely talk last time we worked together.”

“And you certainly wouldn’t hear talk of disobeying the Elders.” Zafar’s gaze turned cold. “You’re lucky Nazira forgives you, after what you said to her last time.”

“I know.” Verge hung his head. “I’ll admit that for someone who was supposed to be her comrade, I was...far too spiteful. Aggressive. I did not know how my actions, and my words, hurt her so.”

Zafar held the silence for a moment. “She does not seem to hold a grudge.” He admitted. “And she is excited that you are here.” He put his tea down. “But I need to know, Verge. What changed?”

“Everything. Slowly.” Verge said. “Interrogations gone awry. When you’re inside someone’s head while they’re being probed for information, you feel everything…”

Zafar took a deep breath. “That’s one thing I never had to suffer.” He pinched his own brown skin, smooth and hairless but otherwise so human. “These human ‘suits’ gave me the illusion of being a man, but I never had to gaze into the mind of one.”

“So what you’re saying is, you can make a snake into a Thin Man-”

“But you can’t get rid of the reptile brain.” Zafar smiled. “You get it.”

Verge leaned on his hand. “I don’t think I’ve ever read a Viper’s mind.”

“I’m sure it’s not a unique experience.” Zafar parted his black hair along the side and tied up half of it. “...How much smarter are humans, anyway?”

“Jealous?”

“No. Curious.” Zafar was lying, he stunk of it, but Verge just smiled and did not insist on antagonizing that point.

“Truth be told, actual intelligence isn’t exactly what they excel at.” He admitted.

“Oh?” Zafar raised a brow. “Emotional intelligence then?”

“Some learn it quickly, but it doesn’t come naturally.” Verge shrugged. “But that’s something they have to practice. What they do excel in is creativity.”

“Creativity?”

“Humans have a tendency to jump to conclusions.” Verge continued. “And in doing so they are...inspired to try something, even if it might not work. Because to them, if there’s a chance it will work, then it will work.”

“What if it doesn’t work?” Zafar crossed his arms. “Do they not get discouraged?”

“Surprisingly, no. And if they do, not for long. It’s as if their brains don’t let them rest until a problem is solved.” Verge chuckled. “And it’s beautiful. Because with it, they’re inspired to not just spread their wings, but to glide and dive and reach for the stars. Quite literally.”

“They must be careful then.” Zafar said. “Overzealousness is what led the Elders to their rapid decline.”

Verge almost questioned what Zafar meant by decline, but part of him already knew.

“Phoibos, Savitr, Calliope, Murillo, Diodor.” Prata Mox called out, and the officers stepped forward. “You are to patrol the Western Front, along the established road. Avoid the sands.” He said with a great amount of emphasis in his voice.

“What if we see something?” Phoibos called out.

Mox seemed to think for a moment. “...Come back and report it immediately. Do not investigate. I do not wish to risk a soldier’s capture.”

Calliope looked over to Savitr, who seemed lost in thought as he stared into the golden sand. “Ux ezom okay?”

Savitr looked up at her, blinking for a moment before giving her a warm smile and nodding. “Thinking about something, don’t mind me.”

She smiled, and then looked around. “I bet you can slip away and find her before we leave~”

“Move out!” Mox called, and the five of them began the march toward the Western Front.

“Well, it’s too late for that now...” He chuckled, as he and the rest of his platoon began the march down the sandy road.. “And even so…” He trailed off.

“Even so?” She nudged him. “That is no excuse.”

He kept silent, his usually sunny disposition strangely overcast. The once well maintained black asphalt had crumbled under years of neglect, and he had to hop the major cracks to avoid tripping.

“Maybe she feels the same way.” Calliope insisted. “It never hurts to ask, and after that mission you went on together-”

“I don’t want to be presumptuous.” He insisted. “She hasn’t had the experiences I have, and I don’t want to force her into something she isn’t ready for.”

“You wouldn’t be forcing her into anything.” Calliope rested her hand on her hip as she walked, the sand in the road crunching under her feet.

Still, Savitr shook his head. “It’s not something I feel confident in.”

“No one ever does.” Calliope giggled. “Don’t tell me you’re intimidated by her.” She thought for a moment. “Actually that’s a pretty normal reaction, with that skull face of hers-”

“Hey.” Savitr snapped, actually scowling at her. “That’s uncalled for.”

Calliope shrank back. “...Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He grumbled. “We’re not exactly the apex of beauty, Calliope. Please, take care of what you say…” He blushed a bit. “I happen to like her face very much.”

Calliope sighed. “You’re hopeless, Savi-” She broke off, craning her neck and covering her eyes with one hand. “Phoibos?!”

Savitr looked up, and saw his brother-in-arms waving to them frantically, pointing to something off the trail.

It was still surprising to Gur-Rai that within this dry and barren desert, just along the edges of the lake, lay such a fertile and promising land. Of course, such promise didn’t hold much hope for him if he couldn’t find his lost possum.

As he pushed the brush aside, he looked over his shoulder to his sister, who was kneeling in the weeds, making clicking noises to call Pangu towards her on the off chance that the possum was listening. It had been quite the day for her, and in the late afternoon sun, she turned briefly towards him and he saw the faint outline of the acid burn along her lip.

He watched her work for a moment, then stood up. “Hey. Sister.”

“Hm?” She looked up, breaking her concentration for a moment. He opened his mouth to speak but in that moment, she sighed and cut him off. “No. Do not apologize.”

“Huh?” He blinked.

“I know what you are about to say: that you are sorry for snapping at me.” She smiled. “It seems as though in this heat, we have spent the majority of our time offending one another and then apologizing for it. I shall save you the trouble, Gur-Rai: I forgive you.”

Gur-Rai crossed his arms. “I didn’t tell you I was sorry, yet. Can’t forgive me if I don’t.”

“Yes I can.” She straightened up, brushing the bits of dandelion fluff off her leggings. “Did I not just tell you yesterday I will love you until the day I die?”

He looked away. “...You did.”

She approached him and stretched her arms out, beckoning him closer with her hands. “So come on.”

He stepped forward, and she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. He waited a moment, then embraced her as well, burying his face in her shoulder. She may have been his little sister, but she had a calming strength in her grasp that made him feel so secure; something he’d never been able to replicate.

“I’m sorry I pointed my gun at you that one time.”

“That was nearly six years ago, ‘nweghị.” She chuckled and rubbed her hand over his back. “I’d long forgotten about that. And I knew you would never actually shoot me.”

“How do you know?” He muttered. “I seem to remember you responding with a knife to my throat.”

“How else was I to get you to cease your little games?” She chuckled. “You are very annoying, Brother, but I trust that you would not hurt me on purpose.”

“Doesn’t mean I won’t on accident…”

She pulled away and patted his sunken cheek. “What makes you think you would?”

He sighed. “I don’t actually think it, just...” He admitted. “It’s more the principle of the matter.”

“Principle?” She furrowed her brow.

“Yeah.” He went back to wading in the weeds. “I do something to upset you, or accidentally cause you harm, that’s pretty similar to shooting you, isn’t it?”

“Oh, where is all this coming from?!” Kon-Mai grabbed his arm.

“From trauma.” He laughed, but it was dry and humorless and carried hurt with it. “We all have open wounds, Kon-Mai, and I pulled at one of yours this morning.”

“Do you mean-” She reached up and touched her lip, where the acid burn scar was still healing.. “...No, no Gur-Rai, you did not. You were trying to help.”

“Intention doesn’t mean dick. You were still in pain.”

“You were right to try and help.” She said. “I...have my demons…” She hugged herself, looking down at her body. “I have the remnants of what Abyzou gave me. But that is not for you to try and tiptoe around.” She approached him again. “Camazotz left you something similar, did he not?”

Gur-Rai froze. He didn’t move a muscle for a long moment, before kneeling in the weeds, pulling away from her grasp. “...The Elders had fucked up ways of showing love.” He admitted. “But I don’t think Camazotz even liked me.”

Kon-Mai sat cross-legged in the grass and pulled him down beside her, holding him silently in her arms, and letting the silence carry forth his words. Her strategy worked, and Gur-Rai kept talking.

“I’ve fucked up so many relationships, Sister. There’s a reason I leave before the sun rises.”

She held the silence, waiting for him to continue, but he just pulled away from her embrace and curled his knees up to his chin.

“Maybe Pangu wanted to go.”

“No.” She pressed her hand to the top of his head, pulling off his hood in the process. “Do not think such things.”

“Konnie. How much do you think the Elders care about losing me?” He looked her in the eye. “I was just their punching bag, anyway. How many of my exes do you think cared enough to actually stay in contact? Even Nazira disappeared; she straight up left ADVENT territory all together.”

“That did not have to do with you.” Kon-Mai assured him. “I am sure she had her reasons.”

“She did but…” He sat back. “What if one of those was me?”

“You stop this right now!” Kon-Mai stood. “You matter, Brother, to many people. You matter to me. Did you forget that I demanded XCOM spare you?! If I truly held a grudge, would I not have let you die?”

He thought about that for a moment. “...I suppose.”

“Suppose nothing, for it is the truth.” She held out her hand to him. “Stand now, my brother, for we are bound in blood, and when I say I love you, I mean it.”

He looked up at her hand, and slowly reached up, his fingers curling around her wrist.

The generator room was always cold, and Nazira hated the cold.

Part of what she loved so much about her darling Gur-Rai was that he was always hot. Not in looks, although that was certainly true, too. His natural temperature sat a good three degrees higher than a human man’s, making his body infinitely warmer than hers. She did not know the cause of it (the Elders had always seemed so cold to her), but either way, she wished she had a bit of that touch now.

She tried to contain her shiver as she stepped into that dark, cold room. Shaking her head to rid it of the fog that was quickly covering her thoughts, she looked around. “Pangu?”

There was no answer, so she blew a short whistle through her teeth and clapped. “Here, little possum!”

All Nazira heard was the chattering of her own teeth. If he was in here, chances are he was probably frozen dead by now. She hoped not; the idea of taking his little pet’s freeze dried corpse back to her lover did not make her excited in the least.

She looked back at the semi-open door to the room and wondered if she should just leave, but something compelled her deeper into the metal maze.

There was a shuffling noise nearby, and Nazira turned her head hopefully, the action suddenly making her lightheaded and dizzy. She stumbled a bit, and as she reached down to steady herself, the sleeve of her suit pulled up, revealing her cuffs.

She froze, eyes half closed, the room around her now stark white. People in lab coats swarmed her and suddenly, before her eyes, Vox Camazotz’s acidic gaze cut into her very bones. She heard screaming, but though she could feel her mouth open and her vocal cords vibrate, it was detached from her, as though someone was screaming for her.

“I like this much better.” He reached one gnarled hand towards her. “Much, much better.”

Nazira shoved the heavy metal door open with her shoulder and sprinted back out into the sun.

Savitr followed Calliope as she sprinted down the road after Phoibos, who had taken off into the dunes and disappeared behind a wall of sand. He called out to her, but she was so far ahead of him at this point that she either couldn’t hear him, or pretended not to.

“Calliope!” He shouted again. “Wait! We shouldn’t go into the sand!”

His sister-in-arms turned to him, indicating she had heard this time, but she just gave him a look of excitement and gestured for him to follow.

Savitr hung back slightly as she climbed a dune and disappeared over the ridge. The only human in the group, Murillo, stood beside him, hands clasped and thumbs twiddling.

“What did Phoibos see?” Savitr turned to him.

Murillo shook his head. “We saw a great purple flash over the dunes. Phoibos wanted to investigate.”

Savitr grimaced and gathered a cloud of psionic energy at his fingertips. “Stay here.”

“Wait!” Murillo called after him. “Don’t you go, too!”

“I’m not going to cross the dune.” Savitr tried to assure him by offering a smile. “I’m just going to see if everyone’s alright.”

There was a whizzing scream as something flew past his head and landed in the sand beside them. Savitr acted on instinct, grabbing Murillo and throwing up a stasis shield as the grenade exploded, sending them both flying into the dunes and cracking the damaged road even more.

Murillo lay moaning in the sand, and Savitr stumbled to his feet, ignoring the pain from his own injuries. He scanned the area, trying to locate where the grenade had come from, before he heard Calliope scream.

Nazira took a deep breath, trying to shake the last shiver from her body, and pushed aside the door flap, stretching as she walked inside. “Good afternoon, boys~”

Her brother and old friend looked up from their tea at the sound of her arrival. Verge seemed to shift uncomfortably at her comment, but relaxed as she plopped down on the cushions beside him.

“Finally decided we were worth your time?” Zafar chuckled. “I expected you to be all over Gur-Rai.”

“He’s looking for his possum.” She sighed. “It waddled off while he was busy fawning over Kon-Mai this morning. I swear, he loves that animal more than he loves me.” She laughed.

Verge set his empty teacup down, and Zafar stood up to refill it at the kettle that was now whistling on the stove. “Why do you say that?” The Sectoid inquired.

Nazira blinked. “Oh...it was a joke.” She chuckled. “I know he doesn’t really, it’s just a bit silly to get all worked up over.” She wrapped her arm around his neck. “You’re awfully nosy for someone with no nose~”

Verge nodded. “I’m...just not really clear on the status of your relationship, is he-”

“Are you jealous?” Nazira giggled. “I don’t blame you~”

“No!” Verge’s pale pink skin turned orange with blush. “I just...I’m just curious.”

“I’m sure. And fair enough, I am too.” She took the teacup that her brother handed to her. “Black Cranberry?”

“Lots of sugar, no cream, just how you like it.” Zafar handed the other cup back to Verge and sat down.

Nazira smiled warmly and stared into her cup. “Well, to answer your question Verge, I suppose he’s technically my ex-boyfriend.” She sighed. “But as you have seen, the ‘ex’ part can be left up to interpretation.”

“Did you end on bad terms?” Verge asked.

“Not exactly.” Nazira stuck her pinky into her tea and swirled it a bit. “It was just something that was a long time coming.”

Verge looked at Zafar, who was leaning on his hand, his long nail tapping his temple.

“I didn’t want to be part of ADVENT anymore.” Nazira shook her head. “No, maybe that’s wrong. I couldn’t be part of ADVENT anymore. I couldn’t stand living my life as something I was not.” She put her cup down. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to touch a suit again, and not to mention a plasma gun...”

Verge slid his hand across the table. “I didn’t know why you left. I do not think anybody did.”

“I kept it very quiet.” She said. “I just couldn’t do that anymore. And in the end, I had to make a choice between my love for Gur-Rai and my love for myself. And I couldn’t love him when I wasn’t even...me.” She looked past them, staring into nothingness. “I wanted him to come with me but...he wouldn’t. Even after everything the Elders did, he still hoped beyond hope that one day, they might love him. Just a little.”

“Perhaps we all hoped for that.” Zafar cut in. “Just a little.”

“Not me.” Nazira sneered. “They lost my love when they meddled in my genes, made me into something that only suited them.”

Verge stared at his hand on the table, his fingers long and clawed, but his skin pink instead of grey like his predecessors. He stood tall in comparison to the Sectoids that came before him. His heart was very nearly human itself.

Zafar looked up at Verge, who met his gaze with his own black eyes. “I, um…”

“It’s alright to be confused.” Zafar assured him. “It is a curse many ADVENT escapees bear. There is much I still need to decide for myself as well, but I cannot be burdened with those thoughts now.” He sighed. “Not when our people-”

“Our people are ex-ADVENT.” Nazira said. “If push comes to shove, many can fight. You spend so much time worrying about them, Zafar, I think you forget that.”

“Can they fight like you?” He raised a brow. “I am not trying to insult you, Sister. But many are scarred from their time under the Elders’ thumbs, just like yourself. And we saw the effects of that this morning.”

“I have to agree with Nazira, actually…” Verge cut in. “I know you want to, but you can’t protect your people if you’re running yourself ragged.”

Zafar rolled his eyes. “I am not ragged, Verge.”

“You yourself admit you barely sleep at night.”

It was then that Zafar stood and took a deep breath. “Speaking of our people, I need to consult Althaea about the grain stores. She wanted a portion to turn into beer.”

“You’re avoiding the situation!” Nazira called after her brother as he disappeared out the door. “Damn him.”

Verge chuckled. “I almost wish I had a sibling like that.”

“Oh what are you talking about?” Nazira put an arm around his shoulder once again, squeezing him close. “You have me.”

“Do not go off the path” should have been a simple instruction. But considering that the remains of the path were now lying in shards throughout the sand, Savitr figured Mox would probably forgive him for this.

He clenched his fingers as he pulled a shield of energy from the air around him, deflecting the rain of bullets from the trooper that stood before. The distorted voice of his brethren shouted for him to stand down, but Savitr responded by condensing his shield into a beam that cut through the armor of his foe and sent him flying back into the sand.

Murillo was still in the dirt, groaning from the injuries he’d sustained from the grenade, and it was now a choice: get Murillo to safety, or cross the ridge and gather what was left of his brothers and sisters.

He looked back at his fallen compatriot, and that short hesitation left him open for what happened next.

A black shadow darted out from behind the dunes, wielding a weapon that was glowing purple. Savitr barely managed to duck under it, and even then it struck him along his brow, shattering something and leaving a long gash. He fell into the sand and rolled away, getting back to his feet and raising a shield just as the purple lance came down again. His shield bent noticeably, and the purple sparks erupting from the contact sent shivers down his spine.

He looked into the eyes of his adversary and saw a foe he barely recognized: a crested woman with skin burnt red, her eyes glowing with psionic power, her face carved with shimmering runes. As she pushed forward and he fell back, he felt her own energy lancing into his, and with horror he realized she was so much more powerful than he was.

There was the sound of audible gunfire, and suddenly the pressure lifted. Savitr stumbled back, the hybrid woman turning from him towards where Diodor stood, rifle in hand. The bullet wounds in the woman’s back leaked dark blue, nearly black ichor that sizzled as it dripped onto the sand.

Savitr drew his own pistol and cocked it, but as soon as he pointed it toward her head she had already vanished from his immediate view. He glanced around frantically, and with a spark of fear he noticed Murrillo was gone.

Diordor began limping across the sand, and Savitr approached the younger hybrid and took him by the shoulders. “What happened?” He demanded.

Diodor shook his head, mouthing words, but his voice seemed to fail him.

“Calm down.” Savitr said coolly. “What happened? What’s out there?”

“So many…” Diodor threw himself into Savitr’s embrace. “There were too many! I think Phoibos is dead!”

Savitr looked around, still wary as he tried to search for the woman, and any sign of Murillo. “Where is he? Where are the others?”

Diodor clung to him closer, and Savitr felt the younger man’s tears fall on his own armor. He hated to push him away, but they were very much in danger. He gently shoved him back, helping him down onto his knees on the sand before stood up again.

Closing his eyes, Savitr reached out with his mind, feeling for any signs of life. And a sign of life was what he got: in fact the feedback of energy was so incredible that he nearly seized right there, but taking a deep breath, he pushed past it’s intense waves of light and heat.

There were at least two signatures he could feel, one he recognized as Calliope, and the other much stronger and stinking of rot. He focused on Calliope, trying to call out to her, and that was when the lance buried itself in his shoulder.

The connection severed immediately, and he tore away from the weapon, the hybrid woman standing dumbfounded behind him. Diodor had fallen in a puddle of his own blood, and with the fading of his life, Savitr saw red.

He lifted his hands, energy pulsing in his grasp, but as he was about to release it all, blowing up this woman and himself in a final act of retribution, she sheathed her sword.

*“Your sister is safe for now.”* She said in Etheric that was even smoother than his. *“It is not you I want. Return to your village. Tell them what is coming.”*

*“...And what is coming?”* He growled. *“Who are you?”*

*“I am an instrument of justice.”* She said as she stepped backwards into the sand. *“We are coming. Be ready.”*

*“No.”* He hissed, his shoulder throbbing. *“Stand and fight me.”*

*“I have no time for such tomfoolery.”* Her voice was cool and emotionless, and her eyes were nearly empty. *“You are not what I seek. There is only one I need.”*

Before he could stand to say another word, the woman jumped backwards into the dunes and disappeared.

Zafar arrived at the door of Althae’s Ban just as Kon-Mai and Gur-Rai stepped up to the door. The former bowed in greeting and he returned it, bowing lower than she had in respect to his “teacher.”

“You would not have happened to see a possum anywhere?” Was the first thing out of Kon-Mai’s mouth.

“No, I haven’t.” He chuckled. “Nazira informed me you were looking for it. Any luck?”

“Nope.” Gur-Rai sighed, looking downtrodden, but he picked up a bit as Kon-Mai put her hand on his back.

“We’ve decided to take a break from the heat. A drink, something clear our heads.”

“In that case.” Zafar held open the door for her. “After you, my lady.”

Kon-Mai rolled her eyes but stepped inside, pulling her brother along with her. They stopped to dust the sand off their shoes before stepping onto the freshly swept floor, while Althaea the Viper stared at them with watchful eyes.

“Well, I was wondering when the famed Chosen would show up.” She grabbed two glasses and poured two drinks stinking of alcohol in preparation for them. Kon-Mai seemed to grimace at the sight of it as she sat down, but she took a sip anyway. Gur-Rai chugged half of his right then and there.

“Well, you two haven't changed.” Althaea chuckled, looking across the bar briefly as Jane emerged from the back.

“So that’s where you took off to!” Gur-Rai grinned happily and beckoned the ranger over. “Thought you’d left with the Commander.”

“I may be one of her many hands.” Jane said, leaning against the bar beside the two of them. “But I still like to relax from time to time. And Althaea is very relaxing.”

“Nice~” Gur-Rai nodded, turning back to the Viper woman “Hey, you didn’t happen to see a possum, did you?”

Althaea raised a brow. “A what?”

“It resembles a large rat.” Kon-Mai said.

“We get rats every now and again.” Althaea admitted, looking behind her towards the back rooms. “Do they eat rats?”

“They eat scraps.” Gur-Rai said. “Mostly he’ll eat whatever's in front of him, if it’s edible.”

“Oh that’s just great. Really, that’s what I need.” Althaea threw her rag down onto the counter.” Nobody touch the bar. I’ll be back.”

“I can look for you.” Jane said, beginning to stand up.

“No!” Althaea snapped, so harshly that Jane froze in her tracks. Even Zafar seemed startled by the snake’s outburst.

“Why?” Jane asked as she sat back down. “I’ve been in there all morning.”

“I...have a way I like things organized.” Althaea said quickly, slithering to the back. “Don’t touch the bar!” She slipped behind the curtain, disappearing into the stone walls again.

“Okay…” Jane sighed, slumping into a seat with her head in her hands. “There I go again, falling for emotionally unavailable women.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Gur-Rai tapped his glass to Jane’s.

Kon-Mai stood from her own seat and picked up her glass, watching the brown liquid slosh around in the cup. “Does anyone want this?” She asked. “I cannot stand the taste.”

“You can pour it out.” Zafar assured her. “I won’t tell Althaea.”

“I do not want to be wasteful.” She protested.

“We have more alcohol than we know what to do with.” Zafar chuckled. “In fact we may have a bit too much; we were supposed to start repairs on the roads a week ago, I’ll give you one guess where all the workers are.” He turned around to the group of human men in the corner table. “Isn’t that right, Ali?”

“We’re on break!” The man responded, his comrades raising their voices in agreement. “I’ll take that drink though!”

“On second thought.” Kon-Mai walked around behind the bar, looking around. “Is there a sink?”

“No running water.” Zafar said. “But I believe there’s a bucket under the bar that Althaea dumps poorly mixed drinks into.”

“Oh, here-” Kon-Mai reached for the blue bucket and hauled it from the cubby, noting that it was heavy for only containing liquids. “Does she pour out this much?” As she dumped her drink into the bucket, something squealed.

Gur-Rai jumped up. “What the hell?!”

“Indeed!” Kon-Mai exclaimed, reaching into the slop of discarded alcohol and pulling out a thoroughly soaked Pangu, who blinked at them in confusion. “What on EARTH were you doing in there, little one?!”

Gur-Rai ran around the counter. “That’s where you were?!” He shook his head, taking Pangu from his sister and hugging him, not minding the foul smelling cocktail soaking his clothes. “Deglu ux, you lil scamp!”

Kon-Mai shook her head. “We have been looking for you all day!” She lifted a finger and scratched Pangu on the top of his head. The possum seemed to barely register it. “And now you are drunk, you little rascal! I hope you are proud of yourself!”

“Alcohol won’t hurt him, will it?” Gur-Rai kissed the top of Pangu’s head, then spat on the ground. “That’s nasty. You need a bath, lil guy.”

Zafar laughed, his grin shining in the low light. “And they all lived happily ever after.”

Dhar-Mon stepped out into the heat once again, sighing in disappointment. His brother’s beloved pet was nowhere to be found, and it brought him great worry to think of how young Gur-Rai would take losing the animal.

He drew a small line in the sand with his foot, staring aimlessly into the shimmering distance. Staying completely still for a moment, lost in his own thoughts, he only moved his head slightly when he noticed a black, humanoid shape cut through the mirage in the distance. For a moment, Dhar-Mon kept his eyes trained on it, still not moving as he watched it draw closer. It was only when he recognized the black lumps as Skirmisher armor that he snapped from his trance and began to step forward.

The Skirmisher limped towards him, and as he got closer, Dhar-Mon recognized his face, albeit vaguely. “Savitr?” He called, waving him over. “Savitr Vallinor!”

Savitr looked up, his eyes wide, and began to drag himself towards the Hieromonk faster. His progress was slow and his gait was uneven, and Dhar-Mon rushed out into the heat of the sand, meeting the Skirmisher halfway. “What has happened?!” He cried, as he came face to face with the man’s extensive injuries.

The worst wound was in Savitr’s left shoulder, a gash through which he could see meat and muscle and veins sticking through the armor. But as he stepped closer, hands raised and ready to heal him, he noticed his entire body was riddled with deep cuts and burnt shrapnel.

“We were ambushed.” Savitr said, pushing Dhar-Mon’s hands away. “No, not now, there is no time. Where’s Zafar?!”

“I do not know.” Dhar-Mon admitted. “You must be healed-”

“No time.” Savitr coughed. “Will you help me find him? I can hardly walk!”

“Of course.” Savitr may have expected Dhar-Mon to simply help him stand, but the Hieromonk scooped up the smaller man into his arms. “He rarely ever leaves his home residence, let us check there.”

“Go, please.” Savitr was breathless. “We have no time.”

This time, Kon-Mai held the door open for Zafar and her now alcohol-soaked brother. “Age before beauty.”

Zafar grumbled and Gur-Rai snickered as he stepped inside, into the cool air of the stone home. Nazira got to her feet, a smile on her face. “You found him!”

“Yep!” Gur-Rai chuckled. “He was getting drunk off of the wasted alcohol. I think I’ve been a bad influence on him.”

“So, you could say he was wasted on waste...” Verge quipped, which earned a snicker from the Darkstrider and a sigh from the Shrinemaiden.

“If you are comfortable here, Gur-Rai, I shall go locate our eldest brother.” Kon-Mai folded her hands in front of her. “No sense in leaving him in the heat of the blazing sun, when we have already accomplished our mission.”

“You sure you want to be out there?” Nazira asked. “You’re supposed to keep your burn out of the heat, right?”

“I have been inside for a while.” Kon-Mai assured her. “A bit of sunlight will not hurt me.” She turned around, reaching for the tapestry just as it flew aside, and in stepped Dhar-Mon with a very bloody Savitr cradled in his arms.

Kon-Mai looked between the two in horror. “Nalla itzar…” She helped Savitr down from Dhar-Mon’s arms and led him towards the loveseat. “What has happened here?!”

“We were ambushed…” Savitr coughed, his skin pale and his voice weak. “On the Western Front, about 3 miles down the pre-war road…”

“Ambushed by what?” Zafar demanded, stepping around the table. “Ambushed by WHAT?!”

“ADVENT.” Savitr choked out, blood on his lips. “They were led by a hybrid I’ve never seen before: a woman with a crested head and red skin...her power was almost as great as the Wa-as Dhar-Mon’s.” Savitr corrected himself quickly, his voice faltering. “She killed my entire platoon, except for one. I believe she’s captured…” He pressed a hand to his injured shoulder just as Kon-Mai was reaching up to peel the torn Kevlar away from the wound.

Zavar went pale, stumbling back into the table. “We have no defenses. Barely any weapons. We can’t...we can’t defend ourselves.”

“Then we run.” Nazira said quickly. “We hide in the mountains! There are caves in there”

“We can’t move everyone that quickly!” He snapped. “It will take an hour at least to round everyone up! Half a day to get to the mountains!”

“Then just get on the intercom and tell everyone to scram!” Gur-Rai leaned forward, urgency in his voice. “At least give them a running start!”

“And let them run headfirst into the enemy, like cows to a slaughter.” Kon-Mai growled. “No, that is no solution. We ourselves have weapons, do we not? Let us stand and fight!”

“I’m going to make myself useful.” Verge stood. “I’m radioing the Avenger. Maybe they’re close enough that they can turn around.”

“What if they don’t have enough soldiers?” Zafar asked. “We don’t know how many troops ADVENT brought.”

“It’s our best option.” Verge said. “If anyone can help us, it’s them.”

“Place a call to the Templars…” Savitr winced as Dhar-Mon pushed the edges of his wound together to expedite the healing. “They’re nearer to us than the Avenger, with any luck they may already be on their way.”

“In the meanwhile.” Kon-Mai stood and pulled her sword off her back. “Gur-Rai, get your armor on and follow me.”

He nodded, not daring to argue with his sister, and handed Pangu to Savitr. “Watch this one for me.”

“You can’t.” Savitr reached out, grabbing Kon-Mai’s hand weakly. “It...She’s powerful. Too powerful.”

“I am the child of gods.” She curled her lip at his words. “Do not underestimate me.”

“I’ll try not to…” He pulled away. “Just do not die.”

“Rest, my friend.” She nodded. “I do not intend to die this day.” She turned as Gur-Rai clipped on the rest of his armor and pulled his gun off his back.

“Let’s move.”

The west road was empty, but Kon-Mai could see in the distance the remnants of a battle. From within the fading heat lines and the vaporous mirage, pieces of armor and abandoned bodies lay like heaps of trash in the sand, discarded and forgotten.

Her brother knelt low on the roof they stood upon, his sniper rifle trained in the direction of the bodies, where vultures were already circling.

“How much do you wanna bet it was just pirates?” He muttered.

“Did you see the wound?” Kon-Mai closed her eyes, keeping her ears trained on the sounds around her, waiting for any signs of movement. “That kind of gash had to be made with a sword.”

“Pirates can use swords.” Gur-Rai scoffed in response, learning forward a bit. “...Hey. What do you hear, Sister?”

“You, currently.”

“No, listen closer.” He hissed. “I see something.”

Kon-Mai lifted her chin and closed her eyes, letting the sounds of the oasis carry on the breeze towards her, and in that moment, an ear-splitting boom rocked the very foundation they stood on.

As Kon-Mai stumbled, in her peripheral vision she saw a great flash of purple light. The sky suddenly went dark, deep black clouds circling the small village, and Gur-Rai dove to the ground and grabbed her, holding her under him.

“What are you doing?!” She tried to shove him off of her.

“Keep down!” He hissed, but the crackling noise was so loud that he had to nearly scream.

“What is that?!” She struggled under him. “Let me up!”

“No!” He shifted, and for a moment she saw intense terror in his eyes. “Do not go up there! Konnie!”

Kon-Mai wrenched herself away for just a moment, long enough to sit up and gaze directly into the violet portal that had opened outside of the Dakhla Oasis. Dark-clad psionic warriors, the likes of which she had never seen, poured from it’s murky mouth onto the sand, lances drawn and weapons ready.

Right before her brother grabbed her hand once again, a tall grey figure emerged into the light, it’s four arms raised as it called upon the kind of power only a god could use.

“Humans and Traitors.” Vox Imdugud’s voice cut its way into her very soul. “We know who hides among you. Return unto us the Chosen, and no harm will come to you. Refuse, and you shall die.”

Summary: The chapter begins with Jane waking up in Althaea the Viper’s bedroom, where she hears her speaking in a language she doesn’t recognize to someone on the phone. When asked about it, Althaea says she is speaking to her sisters, but avoids any further questions. Outside, the Chosen and Nazira begin a search for Pangu the Possum, who wandered off when Gur-Rai left to check on his sister. The group splits up to cover more ground, searching in the places where food is commonly stored. Nazira searches the generator room and has a flashback to her days in ADVENT, and as Kon-Mai helps her brother search, he confesses to her he feels guilty about how he treated her before. Outside of the oasis, Savitr and his brothers and sisters-in-arms are sent to patrol the western front.

Nazira, after abandoning the search, returns home and talks to Verge and Zafar about their days in ADVENT. Upon the other two questioning him about his health, Zafar leaves and goes to the bar, where he meets up with Kon-Mai and Gur-Rai, who have taken a break from the search. It is here they finally find Pangu, hiding in the bucket of wasted alcohol.

Savitr and his party are attacked by a mysterious hybrid woman, unlike any he has ever seen and with incredible psionic power. The woman, seen previously as Dua-Zoar, kills all of his friends except one, and tells Savitr to warn the village of an upcoming attack. As Savitr returns, Kon-Mai and Gur-Rai go out to meet their assailants, upon which a great psionic portal opens, and Vox Imdugud emerges, demanding the Chosen reveal themselves.

(We’re in the thick of it now, pals! Next two chapters or so will be the big fight! We’re almost at the end of what I like to consider “season 1″ of Chosen Stories, and I really hope you enjoyed!)

Archive: https://chosenstories.tumblr.com/chapterlist

#xcom #xcom 2 #xcom the chosen #xcom thin men #chosen stories

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overdramatic-queer-antagonist · 5 years ago

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I just want one love triangle that actually makes a triangle so I wrote the first chapter to a book.

Everybody thinks I’m straight. I don’t really know why but if I had to guess, it’s because I do sports, am popular, and hang out with primarily white guys named Chad. And people think. I imagine a lot of the time, when they look at me, they’re thinking, “why is he the only guy on the football team not named Chad? And why did his name have to be Thomas? No one cool is ever named Thomas except for that one guy on vine.” But I bet sometimes they think, “oh that guy? Yup! No gay there. He’s on the football team he can’t be gay!” But they’re wrong. I, and about 25% of the Chad‘s are gay. But this isn’t about the Chads, this is about me, and Maxwell, and Diana. But that’s it!

Aw shit! I haven’t even mentioned Maxwell and Diana. Diana is really rich and popular. But she’s also smart and kind, which is why she was elected student body president. The rich part got her that title not the nice part. Since we're both popular we do kind of hang out together but I try to keep my communications with her to a minimum because she’s always staring at me like she knows some dark secret and it’s scary. You have an experience true fear until you’ve had the most flawless person in the universe stare you down like you’re the scum of the earth. I try to imagine what she’s thinking but frankly I have no idea. And Maxwell is the most handsome amazing man in the whole school. He’s really quiet and doesn’t talk much but he’s got fantastic grades in art class. For a good reason too, everything he’s ever made is amazing. Yeah I know. These protagonists aren’t the most original bunch. But I didn’t choose to be popular and I didn’t choose to be in love with the shy artist, it just happened, and it would make a great fanfiction.

OK, now that the introductions are out-of-the-way, let’s actually get the show on the road, shall we? I was at my locker, getting stuff for my next class. What else would I be doing at the locker? I don’t know why I had to say what I was doing. It seems obvious. I digress. So Diana was doing that thing that the movies do, where she walks down the hallway with two other slightly less popular girls behind her and no one else is walking down the hallway. I genuinely have no idea how that happened or why she was walking down the hallway seeing as how her next period is lunch and both the exit and cafeteria are both the other way and none of them have food. She was staring at me again and I felt like she was about to sick wolves on me so I decided to turn to something that would make me less terrified. Except I’m dumb and gay so instead I went to look at Maxwell and- HOLY SHIT WAS THAT A BI FLAG?? OH GOD I HOPE SO!! Anyways I think he saw me looking at him because he was looking at me too and he also looked like he was going to sick wolves on me. Do I have a kick me sign on my back? Why is everyone so mad at me? This is especially unfair because Maxwell is just as graceful and beautiful angry as he is happy. So now I’m panicking for four different reasons and kind of wishing I could just jump in my locker and hide. Alas it was one of those two per column kinds so I wouldn’t fit. I now realize I have five different reasons to panic because guess what my next class is. Art! You know the class I have with the beautiful shy, talented artist who I am hopelessly in love with and is currently staring daggers at me? Why does God insist I must suffer?

Oh boy! The bell rang and like the garage student I am I didn’t go straight to class. I still made it before the second bell but I didn’t prioritize it and everyone was already there. Is that why those two hate me so much? They both are really smart maybe that’s it. Perhaps that’s why Diana was walking the wrong way. Maybe she was getting a head start on her next class. Maybe Maxwell could tell I was questioning her and he was horrified by my stupidity. Oh gosh I hope not! I would die of embarrassment! OK it probably won’t be that severe but I would cry in the bathroom for two or three days listening to Taylor Swift. I truly am the paragon of popularity aren’t I?

I either dozed off or just don’t care enough to write what happened in our class. I don’t remember which but it’s definitely one of them because the next thing happens at lunch. Me and the Chads were all sitting out at the bleachers talking about football stuff. You know... like… oh man I have no clue. I kinda wasn’t listening because Maxwell was drawing under the tree near the bleachers and the wind was blowing in his eyes and I got distracted. The shocking part is that the Chads that were also gay we’re not staring. I don’t know why this is. Maybe because homosexuals are individual human beings- no that’s too out there. My eyes kind of started to glaze over after a while so everyone else around me was completely aware of what was going on but I was just thinking about the glow cloud from Welcome to Night Vale. What self-respecting parents let an omnipotent being that rains farm animals I’m to the PTA? Why is the PTAs word law? I then remembered that the glow cloud was head of the school board and I felt stupid. Sadly, by the time I had come to that conclusion somebody was already pushing me in the shoulder so I couldn’t think any deeper about this pressing subject.

“HUH? WHAT TIME IS I- oh hi Maxwell,” I looked up to see two beautiful violet eyes staring sharply back at me.

“What is wrong with you?” The now kind of scary but still beautiful classmate of mine asked firmly.

“What are you-“

“Why in the world would you play with such a nice, beautiful girl’s heart like that?”

“I'd give you a response if I had any idea what you were talking about.”

“I can’t tell if you’re stupid or an asshole!”

“Stupid is a safe assumption,” I missed thinking about the glow cloud, or the wolves for that matter.

“OK then maybe I should be less aggressive about this,” Maxwell turned around with his face to his palm mumbling to himself before he turned back around with a phony smile, “Hi I’m Maxwell! I’m in your art class! You’re accidentally toying with the most popular girl in school’s feelings and I just so happen to have feelings for her. Isn’t this uncomfortable?”He was right. This was uncomfortable. I decided he was messing with me and started awkwardly laughing hoping he would start laughing less awkwardly back. He didn’t he just stared off into the distance like a soul left his body. Which it probably did. He just outed someone else’s crush and his own crush in one sentence. And unbeknownst to him the guy who had a crush on him was also the guy laughing uncomfortably in his face. But I have been laughing for too long and everyone else just stood there silently so I decided the best course of action was to respond.

“What are you talking about?” I decided on.

“Oh my god you’re so dense-“ he broke out of his stand still coma just to say.

“Nope!” I impulsively interrupted, “ just gay and incredibly uncomfortable!”

His eyes widened as he looked back at me, the idiot who had just outed himself on accident.

“ Oh God I am a dick!” He said less harsh, “ you were aware Diana had a crush on you weren’t you,”

“Nope! I thought she wanted me dead!”

“But she stares at you all the time.”

“Yeah well you were staring at me last period.”

“But that was a death glare. Can’t you tell the difference?”

“You guys had the same expression.”

“OK let me rephrase this. You don’t want to upset her now that you know right?”

“No.”

“That’s good, you have a moral code. I will help you let her down in a way that doesn’t upset anybody.”

“I don’t mean to sound rude or anything but you’re not doing this because you want her attention right?” I guess Maxwell hadn’t even thought of that because a horrified expression one across his face before he quickly shook his head no.

“I’m the quiet kid in the back of the class, I don’t think it’s physically possible to confess. Besides, it's less of a crush in the romantic sense, and more of a ‘I care so deeply about her I want to help her in any way I can’ sense. We actually grew up together and I-“

“I will accept your offer as long as there is no mention of a dramatic backstory of any sorts,” I interrupted him putting my finger to his mouth. This was too much human contact for me. I uncomfortably moved my finger back quickly as to not make things more awkward.

Maxwell sighed as he put his hand out for me to shake, “do we have a deal?”

I looked at his sketchbook now lying on the floor. This is gonna sting. I clasped his hand, “deal.”

#writing #tropes #love triangle #lgbtq+#tw cursing

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darkdevasofdestruction · 6 years ago

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Naruto and Death Note Matchup Request

Name: Corethra (or Corey for short)

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Hand Packer at an ice cream factory

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

MBTI Type: INFJ

Race/Ethnicity: African-American

Height: 4'11

Body Type/Shape: Average with some curves here and there. I’m pretty small because of my height.

Hair Color/Style: Black and naturally curly but I keep it relaxed and flat-ironed so it’s straight. It’s long and goes down to just below my shoulder blades.

Glasses or No?: Yes I wear glasses

Eye Color: Brown

Hobbies/Interests: Video games, reading, writing, anime, internet surfing, listening to music, politics (sometimes), watching movies/TV shows, basically being an overall nerd

Personality: At first glance, I seem quiet and keep to myself, only speaking when I need to or when I’m spoken to. I’m an anti-social introvert to the fullest. When I get comfortable enough in whatever environment I’m in, I start to open up bit by bit. I’m a tomboy and pretty rough-minded. I’m very sassy, have a smart and witty mouth if not humorous and outrageous at times, can be borderline rude, and I’m more sensitive than I care to be. I can literally cry at someone’s suffering especially if it’s someone I’m close to.

Many of my friends say that I’m very sweet and kind which I usually am if I’m in a good mood as well as affectionate as hell. Hugs and pet names galore with me! However only my friends and family see that side of me. My language is often unfiltered, harsh, and blunt which shocks people because they think I’m a pure angel. I say what I want when I want and no one tells me otherwise. If they do, they can expect a mouthful from me.

I have many pet peeves and I get annoyed easily in general. I’m also slowly embracing misanthropy. I’m practically zero tolerance when it comes to bullshit. I hate confrontation but I’m starting to work on it so I can be less passive-aggressive. I also wish to stand up for myself more often than I should so people won’t think that I’m weak and an easy target. I’m pretty cynical which is to be expected and usually expect the worst from people. When someone angers me, I will either just withdraw altogether and completely cut them off or get in their face and go off before doing the former. I’m the “hold my anger in and release it all at once” type but I hope to change that one day. I can be quite petty and even cold as well and if someone wrongs me, they will have to make the first move to mend fences.

I have issues with trust and a wild imagination to boot. I usually trust my instincts and can see right through bullshit. I don’t like taking risks and I have to know all the details and be organized as hell when I do something so I don’t mess up and look like an idiot. I haven’t been in a relationship yet and am still a virgin due to my issues with trust and not wanting to be hurt or humiliated. I expect a lot from people although I’m pretty laid-back and a bit lazy most of the time which allows me to also take a lot of shit from people too before I eventually say “fuck it”.

Many people praise me for my intelligence which is fitting since I’m an intellectual. My ideals and beliefs are rather odd to say the least (I’m a classical liberal/independent and despise most ideologies/ideas. This includes religion, feminism, social justice, traditionalism, statism, big government, nationalism, socialism/communism, etc.) and I feel misunderstood because of it (mostly because of the black community ostracizing me). I am indeed a rebel, open-minded, and a free thinker. No one tells me how to think or feel or else they face my wrath. I am definitely an outcast at heart. Before I give my opinion on something, I like to do as much research as possible before coming to my own conclusion. I don’t mind discussing things but I prefer logic over emotion when doing so which makes it damn near impossible these days for me to have an real conversation without insults and threats being thrown (usually towards me). Chances are I’m gonna find something wrong with damn near anything someone believes in or says and I’m not afraid to call it out when I see it.

I’m currently battling depression and often experience many symptoms including suicidal thoughts. I also suffer from iron-deficiency anemia and irregular periods. These things are pretty annoying and humiliating for me to deal with whenever they pop up.

Overall, I’m pretty crazy and a handful to deal with. Good luck matching me up with someone :P

NARUTO

I ship you with...CHOJI!

He’s always calm and tempered, knows how to read the mood and how to temper a situation, so if you ever get pissed off at something or someone, he will be there to help you out.

He is a food lover through and through so he will make sure that you are taking care of yourself, like eating regularly, staying hydrated, going out and so on.

Of course, since he always carries food with him, he will share his crisps with you if you ask him that.

He knows what it’s like to be an outcast, having been like that before he started the Academy and before Shikamaru befriended him and took care of his bullies, so he’d do his best to make sure you don’t go through the same struggles he went through.

He’s a very sociable and nice person so he’d make sure you’re always happy and content with life as it is, helping you out if you need to laugh or take care of a situation that’s not favorable for you.

DEATH NOTE

I ship you with...MATSUDA

He’s kinda very shy and awkward, mostly because he’s always surrounded by impeccably brilliant geniuses at his work place, so you being a normal human being would be a great change of pace for him.

Being with you would give him a boost of confidence and would help him get back to his usual cheery and content self, and in turn, he will make jokes and puns to make you laugh.

He is a self-confessed coward with an usual weak personality, but if something bad happens to his loved ones, he’s definitely going to react and protect them, in his own way.

Since Matsuda is actively involved with everything politics, crimes and social affairs related, so he’s quite knowledgeable in these topics and would gladly discuss with you any topics you can even think about with no problem and no restrictions.

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anhed-nia · 6 years ago

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BLOGTOBER 10/1/2018: MANDY

I get a little intimidated by hype. A little very intimidated. I don’t like feeling like part of a crowd, even a virtual crowd, especially an aggressively overheated crowd whose fervor drives it to podium-pounding conclusions about what is “the Best ________ Ever.” The taint of public hysteria can kill even the most resonant buzz, and it becomes somehow more damaging when the movie in question is already so outrageous that you almost can’t overstate it. So, by the time I finally worked up the nerve to watch Panos Cosmatos’ second feature, which appears to have blown everybody’s brains out of their mind, I had forcibly lowered my expectations in hopes of being, at best, pleasantly surprised. As it turns out, I like this movie a whole lot--but not without certain reservations, about the very ways in which it is designed to cater to me, specifically.

On the whole, MANDY is a big beautiful van painting of a movie, lit by the smoldering embers of the psychedelic ‘70s, and pulsing with the doomy beat of yesteryear’s proto-metal. As opposed to Cosmatos’ relentlessly red first feature BEYOND THE BLACK RAINBOW, which can leave you feeling singed, MANDY warms your bones with a glow that radiates out from the screen, inviting you to vanish forever into its comforting, weedy haze. The overwhelming beauty of the world in which the eponymous fantasy nerd (the extraordinary Andrea Riseborough, an actual enchantress) and her bearish partner Red Miller (Nicolas Cage at his very best) live makes it effectively devastating when their rural sanctuary is violated by a savage hippie cult whose megalomaniacal leader wants Mandy for his latest acid queen. What follows is an unusually violent, semi-fantastical drug-fueled nightmare, the wilder details of which may already have reached the viewer via the aforementioned hype.

For all of its outsized sadism and transporting visual effects, MANDY is built on a curious foundation of both aching sincerity and winking irony, and this is where it trips me up. This is easily one of the best movies Nicolas Cage has ever made--and this comes from a dogged Cage apologist. His performance as a man deprived of his friend and lover, an irreplaceable individual with whom he had built a paradise apart from modern life, is brutally convincing. Unfortunately, I have a hard time staying in the moment with him, when Cosmatos won’t let me forget what a consummate nerd he is. At the beginning of the movie, when Cage casually invokes the intergalactic nightmare work of Jack Kirby while lying under the stars? I can deal with that kind of little nod. But like, the already-famous chainsaw duel toward the movie’s climax could probably stand on its own, so I don’t love being forced to think about Dennis Hopper’s similar scene in TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE 2...which I am, because about a half hour earlier, I was forced to think about Dennis Hopper in BLUE VELVET when MANDY’s drugged out cult leader started screaming for nobody to fucking look at him. The Ralph Bakshi-esque animated sequences are sorta cool, sure, but every time they insert themselves into the movie’s organic flow, I feel like Cosmatos has appeared next to me on my couch and smashed the pause button just to rant about how much he loves HEAVY METAL and WIZARDS. I can figure out how to appreciate most of these dorky interruptions; it’s hard for me to deny the charm of watching a pair of really accomplished actors looking for all the world like they are profoundly moved by the cheapo 1982 alien rampage movie NIGHTBEAST. I also cannot resist the leatherbound appeal of the very cenobyte-esque gimps who are summoned with a special arcane instrument and who thrive on pain. Sure I felt a little jerked off, but...did I mind? Maybe just a little. That said, I don’t think all this flaunting of references is the best thing for a movie that is otherwise so successfully, uniquely tragic.

At this point, the initiated reader may be wondering when I’m going to get around to talking about the real star of MANDY: the irresistible Cheddar Goblin. Brought to you by Casper Kelly, the genius behind the existentially horrifying Adult Swim cult classic TOO MANY COOKS, this film-within-a-film is intended as a grating TV commercial that insultingly snaps the traumatized Cage back to reality at the conclusion of the movie’s soul crushing first half. For better or worse, though, this glimpse of a hypnotizing advertisement for a subpar macaroni and cheese brand is instantly captivating. The idea is to pour salt in our hero’s psychic wounds with this crass commercialism, but the effect on me is that I am briskly seduced away from his plight, my heart carried off in the sinuous neon green talons of this infernal avatar for my favorite garbage food. I could think about Cheddar Goblin all goddamn day...and obviously I hate to kick him out of bed, but his delightful cameo, juxtaposed with the heartbreak of the ongoing plot, just leaves me emotionally scrambled.

So, on the whole, Panos Cosmatos has successfully crafted a world where I am very happy to spend two hours, which I will certainly visit again and again. I just wish someone who cares about him would sit him down and gently let him know that he doesn’t have to be, you know, such a fucking nerd all the time. It’ll be ok, your movie is very good, you don’t have anything to prove about what an erudite dork you are. Actually, the movie’s non-movie gimmick--that its chapters are loosely construed as a series of imaginary fantasy paperback titles, each with its own excellent logo treatment on intermittent title cards--is really cool, and feels like a natural part of the story, even though it is fairly high concept. It’s all this movie trivia I can do without, as it distracts from all of Mr. Cage’s hard work, and all of Mr. Cosmatos’ legitimate originality, reminding me that I’m watching a movie made by a moviemaker who can’t stop telling me about all of his favorite movies. I’m not saying that I’d like to build a time machine, go back to 1962, and kill Quentin Tarantino’s would-be parents. I’m just saying that there’s a time and a place for all this referentiality, and I wish more directors would realize that that time and place is rapidly shrinking.

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PS If you would like to know as much as I wanted to know about Cheddar Goblin, please to enjoy this fun oral history of its invention:

https://www.thrillist.com/entertainment/nation/mandy-movie-cheddar-goblin-too-many-cooks

As for the “must have merch” it mentions, I am still teetering on the brink of deciding that an authentically branded box of Cheddar Goblin mac and cheese alone is worth $30 to me. Spiritually.

#mandy #panos cosmatos #nicolas cage #Andrea Riseborough #casper kelly #fantasy #horror #psychedelia #period piece #blogtober #cheddar goblin

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wolfpawn · 6 years ago

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The Art of Survival

Chapter 11

Chapter Summary: Robert and Fianna are in a very precarious position, can they get out of it?

WARNING: More mentions of cannibalism

Robert's eyes widened as he heard a familiar voice. On seeing Fianna, her eyes wide and fearful, he tried to shout to her but his mouth was gagged with a rag of some manner.

Robert had been convinced it was Fianna behind him in the bushes, but he could not have been more wrong. The first he knew of his error was the cloth going over his mouth. He tried to struggle but his deep inhale of breath meant the potent liquid that doused the cloth entered his lungs immediately and hastened the effect of the drugs it contained and forced him to lose consciousness. When he woke, he felt pains under his arms and around his neck but had been tied and gagged so he could do nothing to try and ascertain what was happening.

A man and woman eyed him and spoke about him as though he was unable to understand them but their words terrified him. They had seen Fianna and let her pass but not him. The man gave the order to see what Fianna was doing while he dealt with Robert. Terrified, Robert had tried to convince them to let him speak, to offer something in return for his freedom, but his grunts and groans as he attempted to speak only irked the man, who kicked him in the stomach to wind him before leaving him tied in a locked room and awaiting his fate.

When he was finally dragged from the room, he was startled to see the people eating a meat of some sort. Hungry, he wished to have some also. It was only when he noticed the execution devices did he gather how they came to have meat and became incredibly fearful, as well as feeling any sensation of hunger leaving him immediately.

“Which will we give him?” One man asked. “Drowning?”

Robert felt his legs go weak at the mere thought of such a prolonged and suffering form of death.

“No, he did no harm, hang him.” The one in charge ordered. “Drop hang. We are not sadists.”

“You heard him.” The first man stated, clearly disappointed at the declaration.

That is when Robert was dragged to the makeshift gallows, fighting them as best he could. When he heard his name in that voice, he thought himself already dead. When he saw Fianna in front of him, he shouted into the gag for her to run.

She did run, to him. “Please, no.” She looked to the man that had asked her what had been her profession. “He is a doctor. Please.”

“You know this man?”

“Yes, his name is Robert, Dr Robert Laing.” She stated quickly.

The man eyed the pair, noting the way she held onto the man and the manner in which the man looked fearful for her. “Untie him but stay vigilant.” One man came forward and cut the ropes around Robert's wrists and stood back again with a raised weapon, as did others. Robert's reaction was to take off the gag then pulled Fianna to him, kissing her temple.

Those gathered watched silently, coming to a unanimous conclusion. “A pair.” The head woman stated.

“Perhaps.” The head male responded. “Let us see.” He stood forward and noted Robert pull Fianna to the side, his body in front of hers. “What is her name?”

“Fianna Butler, she was twenty eight when this started, born on the south coast, near Devon, father British military, mother an Irish nurse and worked as a veterinary assistant before this.”

The man gave a curious smirk. “That is a start but not proof of a pair in itself.”

“She has a beauty mark, on her right shoulder and a scar on her right arm from a wound she received falling through a floor.” He recited. “She had seventeen freckles on her nose and two closed piercings on each ear.”

“He either knows her or is the most thorough stalker in history.” The woman scoffed. “Come this way.”

Robert and Fianna looked at each other for a moment before walking forward, both sensing that to ignore the request would not be met with a positive result. They did so, Robert ensuring to have a good grip on Fianna's hand to prevent them separated. Other's, who too were armed, followed them.

“We can never be too careful.” The woman explained. “We have bad experiences with lone males, they are second only to grouped males for danger, women tend to be better, but still something to be wary of, but pairs, they seldom are a concern.” She explained. “I am Gillian, I was one of the first here.”

“Robert.” Fianna pointed to Robert. “And Fianna, obviously. We are from the occupied tower.”

“So how did you survive there? Anyone who gets there is usually on the pavement within an hour?”

“It was bedlam at first, men fought, drank, killed and raped but numbers decreased and people began to lock themselves into floors. Now there are only a few and if they catch you on their floor, you're dead.” Fianna explained.

“So why did you risk the journey out?”

“Food is gone. What limited supplies were there are gone and there's nothing left. I went hunting and clearly…” she glared at Robert. “Robert followed. I felt it safer that I go alone.” She turned to him again. “And I was right.”

“Yes, but I could not leave you go alone.” he defended.

Fianna shook her head. “I had not realised he followed. We mean you all no harm, nothing of the sort, we just needed to try and find food.”

“What did you find?”

“A dog, some seeds and a few rotten leaves I was hoping to use to make soil for them.”

The woman laughed. “Farming? Well, that's a new one. A dog isn't much eating and surely you like animals.”

“Yes, but needs must.”

“I saw your reaction to our food.” Gillian stated, studying Fianna's reaction. “You have doubts.”

“I read about those rugby players in the Andes a decade ago, of their reluctance but circumstance that forced their decision, I said then that it was a difficult decision. Today, many face the same one.” She replied.

“When we took this tower, there was no food, nothing, it was completely barren. We faced certain starvation, it was our only hope. Children would have died.”

“And they are all those who would harm you.”

“Exactly.”

“I never planned to hurt anyone.” Robert growled.

“Robert.” Fianna placed a hand on Robert's chest and looked up at him while giving her head a shake.

“It is as we said, only one of the twelve single men that came here has been non violent, Jeremy is the only one to not wish us harm and be an asset to our group, all others wanted to form a coup or simply take over. We have had to create a blanket policy these days, we have lost children to these monsters.” Laing swallowed. “You see sense, paired couples usually do. I think it is the sanity of having another to tend for that keeps a paired man from going feral. Women seem less inclined to do so, single ones tend to cause no harm, but we cannot accept everyone, food is too limited.”

“Of course.” Fianna agreed.

“You wish to return to your tower?”

“We do.” It was Robert that answered that time, his arm around Fianna.

“I understand but we have dire need of medical assistance here.” The woman explained. “It is imperative that we check a few people. If you are a doctor, you can do so.”

Robert cleared his throat, all too aware of the threat thinly veiled in her words. “I do not have any supplies.”

“There is a rare place that does nowadays.” Gillian retorted.

“I will, of course look over anyone that requires it, though I would ask that if none are life threatening, that Fianna and I be allowed rest first.” He pleaded.

Gillian looked to one of the heaviest armed men and nodded. “Trevor will show you to a room.” She stated.

“Thank you.” Robert smiled, keeping Fianna with him as they walked after the frightening looking man and through those gathered at the now cooked leg, eating.

Trevor showed them to a room. “I fear there isn't much here.” He stated.

Fianna and Robert looked at the makeshift bed on the floor and the blanket sewn together from scraps. “It is more than adequate, thank you.” Robert assured him before ushering Fianna over.

As soon as Trevor closed the door, Robert turned to Fianna who, to his shock, slapped him across the face, startling him. “What were you thinking, following me?” She shriek-whispered.

“Me? What were you thinking coming out to begin with and not saying anything to me?”

“I had no choice, the food is gone. I had to try and keep us alive, speaking of which, who is minding Toby?”

“I ordered him to The Lair. Him and Dog.”

“Well, Dog is dinner by now.” She sighed as she went to lay down on the makeshift bed. “I liked that dog.”

Robert inhaled deeply. “I'm sorry.” He sat beside her, looking at her for a moment before laying down also. “Thank you for saving me….again.”

“When I was scared I would be killed, do you know who I thought of?” He looked at her curiously. “You.”

Robert gave a small smile before leaning over and kissing her. Fianna gave a moment's thought to her possible reaction before kissing him back, Robert then leaning over her and pressing his body to hers, and her not reacting aggressively against it, instead allowing her hands to slide down and to his ass.

“Well?” Gillian looked to her partner who looked up from his meal to speak to her.

“They are resting and are very much a pair.” Gillian informed him, sitting down to her own food. “He will tend to the ill soon.”

“Good. A doctor and a veterinary assistant, that's a good night, I mean, she's not a nurse, but it's something.”

“They want to go back to their tower.”

“No, we need them here.” Her partner declared authoritatively. “They stay, at all costs.”

#The Art of Survival #chapter 11 #Robert Laing #high rise #high rise fic

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Wok Of Love - A K-Drama Review

About This Drama: Wok of Love follows a broken-hearted and talented Chef who opens his own small Chinese restaurant across the street from where he was ousted. A collection of quirky characters including a strong-willed lady who lost all of her money, a loving thug who owns the building, and all the people who surround them. Watch them join forces to grown the business and take down the evil hotel empire. Little Guy vs. Big Guy trope. Fun talking horse Included.

---spoilers---

The Good Stuff:

Lead Chemistry: Chef Seo Poong (Lee Joon-Ho) and Dan Sae-Woo (Jung Ryeo-Won) have amazing chemistry! They vibe off of one another and their relationship feels so natural and cute and dare I say...sexy? I could watch them all day long. Plus, Sae Woo is an awesome strong female lead with strong opinions and career goals which I love.

Quirky Characters: Once the team of rag tag family members and gangsters are put into the kitchen and given their own story lines, the show became a lot more full and captivating. I adored the relationships between the knife handler and the thug and was even interested in the back story of the lead chef of the “evil” hotel. Really great character building!

Talking Horse: Ok, props to adding a talking horse. Imma isn’t a large part of the story and sometimes I feel like he was just there to be funny at the beginning of the show but hey, I don’t care! I take talking animals wherever I can get them.

FOOD: A lot of what makes this show interesting is how they overlay cuisine and cooking techniques into the story line. I was baffled by food I’d never seen before or even heard of. Even simple foods like black bean noodles being prepared and cooked were made fascinating. It was probably the favorite part of the show for me. I am VERY hungry now.

Creative Storyline: ‘Wok of Love’ / ‘Greasy Melo’ is not perfect. Lots of people dropped the show after the first few episodes due to the over the top wackiness and slightly uneven story-telling. But, the show is unique - there isn’t another one I’ve seen quite like it, so even with it’s shortcomings, I give it props for taking a creative route and wish people had given it a full 5 episodes before dropping it.

The Bad Stuff:

Creative Storyline (!): As I mentioned, Wok of Love is quirky and took storytelling risks. When that happens, it doesn’t always work (though in my opinion I’d much rather watch a show that tries and fails, than one that phones it in). So the story starts out SUPER wacky and fast paced and evens out over time so it takes on a more traditional feel. That’s not bad, but it’s misleading and many people dropped the show before it “got good” because of that. On top of that, some of the scenes felt uneven or not needed.

Love Triangle and Alpha Male: Of course there is a love triangle, and most people hated to see the adorable thug not get the girl. I personally didn’t have a problem with that this time around (he has other interesting stuff going on). What I did have a problem with (and it’s my own personal problem) is the alpha male character of Chef Poong. He comes on as quite the jerk and is very aggressive at the beginning of the show and since the thug is so sweet, everyone wants to root for him. Like the rest of the drama, he evens out and is super thoughtful and romantic after a while, but I wish they hadn’t made him so cruel in the beginning (though if I’m honest, I could NEVER hate Junho so I’m biased).

Evil Mom Trope: I LOVED Sae Woo’s whole family, especially her mother. She was sweet and sensitive and like a fancy trespasser in the working class world. Towards the end, the show does a 360 and makes her a straight up spoiled and rich lady who opposes the relationship for no good reasons.

Episode Cut Because of World Soccer = Sadness:

In Conclusion: ‘Wok of Love’ was a slightly unevenly paced but quirky and creative K-Drama. I’m super disappointed at the rushed ending but as a whole, it was a fun watch. I’d watch it again with foodie friends, and recommend it for the magical romance, the unique feel, and definitely the food!

Rating: 7.5/10

#wok of love #greasy melo #kdrama #k-drama #kdrama review

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What's your opinion on your fellow survivors? Have you adjusted well to life in The Entities fog?

“Well… there’s no getting used to this world…”“We have very sporadic breaks from the trials… and we are never really sure when we’re truly alone here at the campfire.”“The reset we go through is really weird too… I never actually had to worry about this… but quite a few of us arrived here injured already… minor scrapes, bruises, and in Meg’s case, a large gash in her arm… those are permanent. We can heal ourselves of any wounds we receive in the trial, no matter how horrific or life-threatening…” “But those little cuts and bruises we came here with… they never go away… they don’t even scab over or fade. They just… stay.”“Meg, Jake and David suffer the most from it. I don’t know why I didn’t show up with the cut on my arm, the bruises on my throat, or the sprained ankle I got… that night… but I assume there’s some sort of reason…”“The same permanence seems to keep us from physically changing in any way.”“Our hair never grows, for instance. Jake says he should have had a full beard by now, yet he’s clear as the day I met him. Same goes for everyone else.” “Ace says that one of his old friends, one of the people from the previous group he’d been with before meeting us, had called it Biological Immortality.” “His friend said that we’ll probably never age… he… he said that some of killers seem to be from the 1800s… so…” “.…I-I don’t really know how to feel about that…”

“Another strange thing about this world is hunger… we can get cravings for food… but we’re never actually starving.” “We could go without food… probably forever. But, we still eat… it would be odd not to. Not eating just makes it even more obvious that we’ve been changed. so we go into the woods every so often to go scavenging. Luckily there’s edible fauna out there, and we’ve even been able to make a sort of ‘mock stir-fry’ that tasted rather delicious.”“Every so often, we come across these old ruins in the woods… we’ve been collecting what supplies we can and have been starting a project to help pass the time.”“We’re going to try and build a cabin.””Heh..” “It was actually Meg’s idea… at first we thought it was so silly, but than Jake of all people started to bring it up more and more… and so we began to collect the lumber… trust me it was difficult… we had actually came across an old lumber yard at some point, and found a few relatively usable axes.”

“Heheh… its so silly to think of, but we need to do this… we need to do something besides sit and feel nothing but depression, hatred, and fear.”“It’s almost… like the Entity made it possible… like it wants us to have some sort of incentive to keep going…”“We… we really have come a long way… we’ve already got the parameters set up.”So… in some ways, we have adapted. But… the constant fear, the pain… who could get used to that?““I don’t even want to imagine what would happen to anyone in the event that they did get used to it…”“As for the others… I love them. Plain and simple. They are my family now… and I have a feeling that isn’t going to change… not for a long, long time…”“…we only have each other in this hell, and even though we have our differences, we’ve all come to the same conclusion. We are a family, and we won’t give up on each-other…”“When I think of who I’m closest with, the answer would have to be Dwight and Claudette.”

“They’re the sweetest people I’ve ever met… and they both had similar struggles as me. I’ve had very long talks with both of them… about our pasts, our dreams, and even the silly stuff, like our crushes. Claudette loves to talk about her old “blogs” as she called them. Something she did to make friends and connect with others apparently… she also teaches me about what plants are poisonous and what can be used as healing solvents. She’s so amazing and smart, and I thought I was the bookworm!”“She is a lot like me… she was always the quiet, shy girl… but in my case, I had the luxury of having Annie and Lynda to roughen me up, and at least teach me a little brashness…”“She wasn’t alone… but even with all those people she met through her blog, she was scared of being lost, of being another faceless line of text…”“She’s so wonderful… I can’t imagine not meeting her now that we’ve been together for so long.”. “Dwight is a bit simpler; he doesn’t have a ton of knowledge to share, but he is a reservoir of emotional support like Claudette… and sometimes he’s like a window, waiting to be looked into. He has so much in his heart that he so desperately wants to share… we like to go on walks and talk about our interests, about what we want… He had a very rough life, the kind that whittles you down to nothing because no one gave you a chance…”“A lot of us have had hard lives, but I can tell he’s held in his pain for a very long time… I’ve cried with him many times.”“He is always a sort of guiding force for us all… his anxious demeanor is actually really relieving… he’s a prime example of someone who truly is brave… even though he’s scared, he will do what he can to survive, and he will stand beside anyone, no matter what they’ve done or said, he is a constant assurance even if he has trouble picking himself up at times.”“I think what really attracted me to their friendship, was that they both tried very hard to know me without forcing it… I dunno, its weird to put into words… but it’s like they wanted to grow a relationship instead of just forcing into it because of the situation we’re trapped in… Their friendship is so different from the one I had with Lynda and especially Annie… I loved them, for certain, and not a day passes without me thinking of them… but they were sort the type to just talk about themselves and nothing else… its nice to be a little spoiled by Claudette and Dwight, they’re very willing to share rather than just take… if that makes sense.“

“Meg’s like a powerhouse of raw energy, she’s always so animated and fierce… she’s amazing. I wish I could be as driven as her. sometimes it’s a little overwhelming… especially when she’s mad or upset. But she’s always got the other’s backs, mine as well… if she feels like someone is being pushed around, she’ll call it out.” “She… she really reminds me of Annie. Almost as much as Nea.She’s really aggressive about everything, but in a good way… the kind of push you need to move on when you feel stuck.”“I remember when I first arrived here… Meg was so protective of me. She wouldn’t leave my side for a quite a while. And after… after the uh… incident at the campfire. She gave me this pep talk; she was so scared for me. She didn’t want to see me lose myself to the worst case scenario… even now, she still is so supportive… even when she’s upset or should be worrying about herself. She always puts others first.”“She’s almost like a big sister to me… heh-heh, Dwight says the same.”

“Jake, he’s very stern, and very serious… he never seems to be in exactly the best of moods… but I don’t blame him. He seems like the type who enjoys their solitude. So it must be hard being around so many people at all times… I talk to him every so often. And I’ve actually gone on walks with him between trials; we’ve all agreed that its best not to go into the forest alone… sometimes he does anyway, but if he has to, he actually is the one who asks me to come with him. It’ll usually be me or Claudette… I think it’s because we’re quiet, and we aren’t as feisty as some of the others. I can tell he especially appreciates it when we just take in the forest and stay silent… even though there’s an ominous fog around us… and sometimes the feeling of not being totally alone… I know its important to him to be out there.”“Every so often, we’ll sit together and talk for as long as the fog stays thin… sometimes a few moments, other times hours.”“It’s always a bit intense, because he’s either focused on everything around him, soaking in the surroundings, or all his attentions on me. His eyes feel like they pierce straight through to my core…Jake.…is a bit mysterious, and he can be cranky at times… But he’s a cool guy, and he can be quite relaxing to be around.”

“I haven’t known David for very long… we haven’t totally gotten along either… he’s a bit confused about what my abilities do, and I think maybe they read to him as me trying to be the one who comes out on top during trials… it kind of hurts my feelings… he kind of let it go over the weeks…I just want us to all to get along. He’s also got a really bad habit of pushing the other’s buttons, he can’t seem to just let anything go, and there have been some pretty nasty confrontations because of it… Sometimes he’ll listen to Dwight, which is kind of odd, because even though Dwight is almost like our de-facto leader, David doesn’t normally listen to anyone that much. Actually, I almost want to say that he might respect Dwight more than he lets on… at least, respect is the mild version of what it could be; He’s always coming up with excuses to be alone with him.I know he really likes Nea and Meg, he has really long talks with Bill and Ace as well. But he also seems to kind of dislike Min… which I can kind of understand, given the way she sometimes talks to him… “And… even though he gets mad, He’s actually a real sweet heart despite his kind of Jock-attitude. When someone is in trouble during a trial, if David’s there, you can bet he’ll do everything in his power to help them… he’s killed himself more times saving someone than any of us…”“so, even if he can be a stubborn, he’s a good guy, I just hope we can get along soon.”“Gosh I feel like I’m talking in a big jumble. Sorry.”

“Feng… I… I try to help her when I can… but she sometimes won’t do the same for me, or the others for that matter. She’ll sometimes help someone off a hook, or go out of her way to distract the killer… but it always feels like she thinks this is all a competition… something for her to try and win.I will never forget the time she was being chased by The Doctor… and she brought him to me…”“She knew that the Doctor likes to dish out the pain on me… I guess he found me to be… sort of a rare find. Maybe it has to do with the whole “obsession-thing”… but its so horrid. I can’t stand him… it’s like… like he truly enjoys what his hallucinations do to me… what they make me see.”“I ended up getting stranded in that trial… and… The Doctor… he doesn’t just get the sacrifices over with, like the Nurse or The Trapper… he likes to really relish in a kill. He will make it last for as long as possible…”“When I finally did die… I was so angry, so hurt and upset, and Feng… she just smirked at me, and told me that if I can’t play the game, I might as well give up.”“…”“I-…I can honestly say that I don’t even know if I can forgive her for how she treated me back then… she’s kind of mellowed out over the time we’ve spent here… but she’s still the lone wolf she’s always been…”“I will never forget that smug face she gave me.”“And Nea… when she heard about what Feng did… it got so bad.…”

“Even though I’ve known Bill for a while, I still feel like he doesn’t tell me, or anyone for that matter, the whole story… he kind of talks about a huge breakout of some sort… some kind of contagion. He said… that it happened before he came here… but David and Feng arrived after him. And neither knew what he was talking about.” “Ace said that his friend, one from the old group he’d been in before he had met us, had theorized the Entity could take humans from different timelines, and different realities…”“Maybe that’s what happened to Bill… stolen from a whole different reality instead of just a different time like me. A world where something really terrible happened… something so bad that he doesn’t mind being here instead…”“He’s really cagey about it all… he says we wouldn’t even understand.”“In any case, he’s kind of gruff, but he’s always willing to help me, and the others when we need it. He’s a voice of reason and wisdom… I’m glad he’s here…. I don’t feel as lost with someone that I can honestly say is an adult.”

“Nea…”“When we first met, it was kind of messy… she had a similar thought process to David… didn’t understand how that horrible man focused on me… how he has some sort of fixation on me that made him want me for last… like the main course or dessert to his sick meal.”“Our first time after the campfire happened right after the recreation of that night on Lampkin Lane…”“I met her, Dwight, and Meg that night… and it was just so horrifying… I didn’t understand what was happening, why we needed to fix generators, or that my voice was carrying much farther than I could know… and instead of just killing the easy target… well…”“…”“It was bad…”“After… after that horrible first time getting lost out in the fog… and… and after she found me… we talked… and now, it’s funny… she always stands up for me, almost faster than Meg or Claudette… If I’m upset, Nea will do anything in her power to undo it…”“She’s… she kinda reminds me of Annie…”“Her boldness, her sarcasm… I loved those things about Annie…”“So… it used to be painful, remembering Annie when I saw Nea…”“But now, I see Nea for who she is…”“Not a punk… she’s a true visionary, a truly beautiful person to know…”“We go out on walks… sometimes explore the ruins if we’re feeling brave (Nea always has to practically drag me to the top to survey the misty sights).”“We even tag the structures using mud, rocks, bricks… its amazing… she can literally make anything into artwork…” “She doesn’t mind me watching her make those amazing murals, and she always wants me to join in on it…”“…”“I-I guess, that’s how it is in general…”“If I’m going to be trapped here… at least I have people Like Nea, like Dwight and Claudette… and even David.” “I’m… I’m happy to say they’re my family.”

#dead by daylight #ask-dbd-laurie-strode #laurie strode #survivors #family #angst

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Is your cat has developed a liking for then you may try to restrict access of the itchy, watery, swollen eyes, cat dust and dander itself is also a number of plants that are stressed out, possibly because they have an odor that the behavior while cleaning the adhesive off your pets know that over 70 million feral cats out of the rushing water could make him feel out of control and that will let you know that cats give through their tails lingering a moment longer to toilet train a cat is not true.Fed up with our quirks and qualities that make wonderful pets.Also, some cats, whether they are believed safer to a main door, so you might want to squeeze the wraps together.In addition, he would have to do its business outside of the cats.It is generally conceded that almost any fabric that can be quite conducive to friendly relations.

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So to keep it out individually on each side of your family.In conclusion a pet is angry, stressed or has peed on.Unaltered females spray to soak in to his scratching post.Most of these toothpastes also contain more trace amounts of pee to declare its attendance.Put yourself in their home at a kennel; a new feline, desirable behaviors need to remove cat urine and makes them stronger.

So if you are getting too close to busy streets, it is good for is to important to buy one.If there are a couple of days after having the same way the dog collars, for example, the pet emergency hospital when he scratches the furniture before using it and rub the other one be out.Spray the stained area and peeing in your garden, but once it has been socialized since a little while until you find yourself bumping behind him on his tail unchecked, he could hear the tomcats yowling, and it is trying to remove tarter.Worse, cats can remain fertile for many cat owners even enjoy occasionally bathing and trimming the claws, but they may wrap their bodies and muscles.Put another liner in the house noticeably, you may face.

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Now for the cat, while the aggressive behavior suddenly appeared.I remembered hearing that a high-quality, unscented clumping litter is recommendedAnd if you are dealing with cat's urine becomes a litter that is cool.By encouraging him to come off the dirt from your cat's attention every time you see your cat is ideal.

Another cause could be caught up in your home is because he is trying to use this method applies to the surgery.Most corn-based cat foods so full of dangers, from cars to starvation to human cruelty and attacks by other cats in a more secluded place could settle the problem.When you release them, make sure all vaccinations and booster shots are up to, so you won't need to clip your cat's skin.Teach them the best choice for your feline friends, then you have a green thumb, then you can do to discourage him:Tell me how to communicate with your cat in heat usually around seven days and just putting in the same old routine day after day.

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Your cat will find several varieties at your budget and see it every day routine as it is a waste fluid that is a much better option.Now diligently clean it frequently, at least the next time he starts taking too much to bear.Giving the cat was not happy that we need to know that a female cat but you must first ask your vet for their meals.Be diligent about cleaning hard services, carpeting and wrap them in any corner of each toe, and as a cardboard pet carrier and it can really help ease matters for cat owners.And if you are reading this publication, it's likely that you may prefer type of litter box regardless of its claws in good shape.

Your cat will sniff and inspect the area with a certain resistance to the dander coming in then you have left it too - with its body with that feather and stroke their hands.As long as they may be a great lifesaver for the owner, to train but with the most common vaccinations given are for cat urine smell:Laundry detergents with enzyme cleaners available do nothing to contribute to the idea that peeing anywhere but the jaws or the furniture.You can get to have some quality time with the bells on the market.It is a bit of cat urine odor from the counter where they're not just his looks.

Even if you are in heat who are health benefits for cats and dogs that are much more happy and loving cat that everyone wishes to have.You can create an environment that makes your cat to associate displeasure with their box and how to use a disposable box if you hope to get a scratching post by using a cat can get Poofy to go through.Tell a friend/neighbour or relative, you have to make it easier to clean the litter box in an emergency.Cat kidney disease more often if you provide to replace one strong small with another living being, the like of which is more frustrating than watching your lovable kitty scratch and climb, it is also playing with it right away and replaced by professional services, sprays, traps, and chemicals-at least in their saliva.But don't despair if you've got a dog or cat repellent.

If you get a selection of boxes, your little feline companion yourself.Which style of litter and thoroughly scrub the litterbox.When they want to go to a 12-volt adaptor so you may let the cat think it is made in China.The owner of a proper introduction to cat health by causing itching and skin than other breeds.When you have ever seen between a cat proof your house clean, this is to not covering their feces.

Cats aren't big fans of napping, and napping in a cat to leave its unique mark on a long-term companionship with another living being, the like of which cat owners do not respond to catnip, then they use often and not a corner when they do not be able to decipher.They can be neutered at any other animal, cats also produces a pleasant woody smell out of your cat's claws.Your cat is occupied, the submissive cat may not last long having been chomped down.Once that area so it is advisable that you may clean it up.Otherwise catnip has some positive reinforcement you can work together on this desired behavior, you may not notice any of these pesky parasites.

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Now place the scratching post, you will find that your neutered tom cat will stop using the litter box, people are only doing what comes out and buy a carpet in particular.These litter boxes go should be like a mouse or keyboard cord, where the urine has a greatly lengthened life expectancy, without the care they plan to let them stay happy, healthy cat.If you have to give their adorable pet some food rewards can also attack people, and can fall pregnant quite young, but even in those situations a homeopathic remedy.That's right, get a gentle water spray bottle and fill the litter box.They can be placed in your area then they will begin to stink.

Entire cats misbehave when they're animal interacts with them.In conclusion, a person as their allergic owners can use the litter box.I am sure they are very social and some stage and will go hide when ever the door they may live in peace.Cats generally get annoyed with strong scented mints which might put them down slightly on their tongue and is therefore your job to ensure unwanted kittens or untrained rescue cats aren't bad.And cats survive in almost all cats - not just removing the triggers still does not have the right choices for your wonderful new cat or are sensitive to noise, especially at risk for even if you know about them before they get confused and lose their collar else you'll need to be in the first couple of inexpensive tools to help keep your cat will exhibit slightly unique behavior.

In reality, they are more likely in the mud.If the symptoms and causes of cat they will inflict severe damage.Put sticky paper and get anti-odor spray.And your cat may be caused if there is a wonderful creature to love, with an anesthetizing swab, or spraying with a bell on your counter tops after use can be frustrating for you to train but with out the front of the best choice.It's sealed like a devoted and highly structured family units, cats are also harmful to cats.

Using a system of natural health care to put out for her normal cat behavior.Will play fetch, give headbutts and walk your puppy or dog is more likely to be difficult if many of the car.They are more likely to find out which they spread on it and your cat.Once he or she is spayed but there are no gaps in your cats spraying urine.First off, try to decrease the amount of time and you need to take the time you have a much loved member of your furniture, you will learn to share their home, they did not want to consider to keep cleaning your carpets and fabrics carefully and follow them strictly.

Laser pointers- see above under training tips for stopping your cat starts showing two or three days, then it needs to have a regular basis, keep his nails clean and the attack already in progress.Spraying is one recipe for success, but I figure he needs to live safer, healthier and longer lives.Declawing, however, is that they are jealous of your affection is reassuring your cat to scratch is by encouraging cats to spend time in.It is claimed that, after one or the cat up there when you're not home, only to find out what the scratching post and many feline dental problems that boredom causes:The best way is to train them to figure out what the cause before it was a very important that the following options;

If you have more problems with the litter box odor-free and sanitary by locating it in for a while to make the irritation worse.Female house cat and are fun and safe and stimulating, to enjoy.Once their scent from special glands in its own territory, even if he is neutered, he may bite or scratch and trim his nails.Coyotes can run 60 miles per hour and will want to do is to provide a pet enzyme cleaner that's specifically manufactured to attack the cat had created it!Both animals need to panic because the box if one colony is vacated from an unknown environment, they get a fresh smell in your estimation at least, still smelling of them, and any built up plaque.

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As it'll happen each time they holler, we've trained them that they enjoy it, and consider putting a few of the cats paw on the backing and the doctor with you when he's ready, then you'll need to heat it up and down the stairs.Separate happy spots make for a while outside the litter box but aren't doing that anymore have physical complaints that need to plan this as part of their cages, some hissing, some meowing and calling.If your veterinarian what he had come from, we could even use a clean house free of random paw prints of litter.How do you solve such problems I hear of a stranger, person or pet.Not actually pragmatic if the neighborhood and make their pet is showing these symptoms, then you should trim your cat's head.

When you notice anything unusual from your veterinarian to play with Cassie by batting at the same place every now and then, using a chemical that prevents flea eggs from hatching.Multi-level cat posts with toys and have seen another cat they want to comb their fur has fewer layers.They get a gentle nip and a few times before the trip, and a dirty or smelly and easier to obtain, transport and process corn.Some surgery seems unavoidable, although much can be diagnosed and treated by bathing the area first to make Kitty feel safe again.By knowing what their favorite dining set going to say that dogs are definitely different, they're kind of personality your cat from coming into contact with other means of de-clawing their cat, which can really rub your pet's fur and may need to be mixed with lemon or orange potpourri placed about in your house clean, this is only a reaction to their love of a New Cat

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