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wilwheaton · 4 years ago

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an apology I don’t expect you to read

I'm going to put the important bit at the top, without context, so if that's all you see before you tl;dr, at least you'll see it:

Without meaning to, without realizing it, I haven't given the next generation after mine the respect it deserves. I've behaved exactly the way the Boomers were with me: like my experience is the only one that's valid. And that's not helpful, if I hope to share whatever my experience is.

So if you're one of the younger-than-me people who's felt disrespected by me, and to those who I have treated like their experiences aren't valid: I am sincerely sorry.

I'm sorry. I talk to my generation in a way I shouldn't talk to yours. Some of you have been trying to tell me that, and I haven't been able to hear you. That's entirely on me, and I'm very sorry for treating you EXACTLY the way shitty middle-aged dickheads treated me when I was around your age.

Thanks for listening.

Okay, if you want all the long-winded context, read on.

All day, I've been having this slow, dawning, realization about how to talk to and listen to teenagers and twentysomethings who are politically and intellectually aware and engaged.

I have a reflexive tendency to imagine the anonymous person who posted that thing at me as someone from my own peer group, because we all unconsciously identify people that way online, unless we explicitly have a reason not to.

So, without realizing it, I have been responding to young, politically-active people as if they are my peer group: forty-somethings who have the same amount of life experience I have. As a result, I've just been a shitty middle-aged guy to well-meaning kids, and when I was a kid, I *hated* that.

In fact, I vowed as a twenty-something that when I was older, I would take kids seriously, which I think means at least hearing them out, rather than just shutting them down because they're young.

I've been trying, and I thought I was nailing it. But I realized today that, for years, when I've had rare occasion to interact with someone who is, to me, a kid, I've been talking to, say, 18 year-old me, or 23 year-old, me, and so on. What I _should_ have been doing is listening to 18 year-old _whoever that person is_, and allowing them to be heard on their own terms, as their own people, and not as a reflection of who I was, or who my peers were, at their stage of life.

So I'm going to talk to a person my age very differently than I'm going to talk to a younger person, since the person my age has the same life experience and same life-shaping events I had. So I just don't have any patience for someone who is in their 40s and is STILL going on about The Greens.

It's like, listen, you fortysomething, when I was a kid, I thought the Greens were great, and I supported them, too. I don't know how they are in the rest of the world, but at the presidential level in America all they do is help Republicans by taking votes away from Democrats. And Republicans (and their ideological allies in Russia, China, Saudi Arabia) start grooming kids when they are teens to believe that "the lesser of two evils is still evil". I know this because they did it to me and my generation (OUR GENERATION), too. I (WE)know this from personal experience in 2000, so even though a lot of Green positions appeal to me, I won't support them at the presidential level. But I come to thsi conclusion this based on 30 years of political experience. And I know it is condescending to say "when you're older you'll understand", so please know I hear it when I say that you're going to grow out of this and realize the Democrats, as imperfect as they are, aren't your enemy. I know this because I and millions of others in my generation went through this same transformation. It's why the Democratic Party has moved so far to the Left, so that candidates like AOC and The Squad are on their way to changing things in the House.

I know that is probably TOTALLY condescending, and likely turned off everyone I was hoping to apologize to. Good thing I already did that.

Look. I don't know how to say it any other way. Greens hurt America at the presidential level. Always have, always will.

I've gotten sidetracked. Let me try to come back around:

In some of these asks, I don't regret the argument I've made, but deeply regret the _way_ I made it. I've ended up being a condescending, impatient, tone-deaf ass to a lot of kids, when they absolutely did not deserve to be treated that way.

I hated it when adults treated me that way. I hated being dismissed and unheard when I felt strongly about something. I felt like my ideas deserved to at least be heard. Even though I now know those adults were (fairly) reacting to my lack of life experience, they could have expressed that better, in a more compassionate and empathetic way.

The reality is, we aren't going to be listened to very much when we're young, because we simply do not have the life experience to make huge decisions. But that doesn't mean our feelings are, by default, invalid.

I vowed to not treat kids the way adults treated me, so when I interact with these young men and women, I reflexively talk to whoever I was at their age, saying the things and hearing the things that he would have said and heard.

That's like ... oh, I don't know, a 50 year-old in 1988 trying to convince 14 year-old me of anything. Or a 48 year-old in 1993, lecturing 23 year-old me, who is REALLY smart and has A LOT figured out, like he's an idiot who has no agency or valid opinions.

The thing I needed to do, so I could fulfill the vow I made when I was young, is to give young people the _respect_ they deserve. I need to recognize that, though their experience is limited compared to mine, that doesn't mean their experience is invalid or wrong. The thing I need to do is to actually listen to what someone is saying, and recognize that, because of our relative ages, we may be speaking the same language but not communicating. And because I have more experience, it's incumbent upon _me_, not them, to bridge that gap.

So if you're one of the younger-than-me people who's felt disrespected by me, and to those who I have treated like their experiences aren't valid: I am sincerely sorry.

I have been nothing more than a cranky old man to any kid who shows up on my internet lawn, and I just want you to know that (as of about two hours ago) I'm aware of it, I'm sorry for being rude.

Even if I don't agree with you on something, even if I don't think that something REALLY important to you isn't as important as that thing is going to seem in 20 years, WHAT I THINK DOES NOT MATTER, because I'm halfway through my ride on this planet, and you're all just beginning. I fully believe that if the generation ahead of us had listened to us, we would all be better off. I know that a lot of you feel that way about me and other Xers, and you're totally right to feel that way. We're borrowing your planet, now, and we're doing our best (at least I am) to give you a better culture than the Boomers gave us. And I STILL know that it isn't enough, because it wasn't enough for me when I was in my twenties. (I will gently tell you that when we're in our twenties, a lot of what we want will eventually be tempered with age, and you'll be like, "I can't believe I fought so hard for that thing," but that doesn't mean the fight, and the experience of the fight, isn't worth it.)

I had a whole thing here to wrap this up that ultimately ended up being about me and my feelings. I deleted it because what I really just want to say is: I'm sorry. I talk to my generation in a way I shouldn't talk to yours. Some of you have been trying to tell me that, and I haven't been able to hear you. That's entirely on me, and I'm very sorry for treating you EXACTLY the way shitty middle-aged dickheads treated me when I was around your age.

This has been, honestly, a huge revelation to me about who I am in this moment, and who I wanted to be at this point. It makes me reconsider and just ... rethink, I guess? a lot of things. I'm going to grow from this, and I want to end by saying thank you to those of you who tried to communicate to me with kindness. I didn't hear you directly or explicitly, but I think I eventually got there.

So, sidebar you can ignore because it's at the end: Politically, I have a ton of experience. I've spent my life in it, more years than a lot of the people who drag me have been alive. I don't take that personally, because I know how kids are, and I know how kids view adults (and vice/versa). Politically, especially at this specific moment, I don't have a lot of patience for anyone who isn't willing to do the ONE thing that can end Trump: vote for Biden, and vote for Democrats all the way down. I get it. I get that you want someone to win your heart, but if you don't vote with your head, there will not be another election in your lifetime that matters. When Democracy in America is not at stake, I will 100% listen to all of your arguments and all of your reasons you hated voting for Biden, and what we can all do together to make your world better and more fair. But I promise you. I beg you to hear me: the ONLY way we stop Trump and his Fascists is to elect Biden in a LANDSLIDE. Anything less and you're going to spend the best years of your life in an autocracy.

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klugpuuo · 3 years ago

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almost every puyo~tet single-character headcanon wie have

every character we've put more than three minutes of thought into are gonna be in this post. this *does* leave out a lot of characters, but still includes so many that hopefully that'll make up for it. ^also i forgot about this entirely while writing and tried to add a few characters i literally never think about everat all so you get extra funny commentary i guess

welp! enjoy the ride. and dont forget to like, comment, and subscribe (/lh)

warnings: mentions food, implied self-harm, delusions (not inherently triggering but still), general violence, some madou-era content, death. (more to be added + ask to tag) none of the things mentioned are in much detail.

Madou Monogatari / OG Puyo~Puyo characters:

Arle – 16 (chronologically 20 due to the Madou time stop but doesn’t realize it), has PTSD and ADHD + nonbinary transfem + sex-repulsed and questioning (she/he/they)

Assorted headcanons:

-Her armor was made into a sort of magical puberty blocker by her grandmother, who knew Arle was trans and wanted her to live her life to the fullest. -Although she has never been in an (official) romantic relationship, she’s usually the first person her friends go to for relationship advice. -She stims a lot, usually by twirling her hair around or jumping.

Relationship headcanons:

Partners: She’s in a vaguely romantic relationship with Serilly. “Vaguely” as in they go on dates frequently, kiss a lot, and would live together if they could, but neither is sure if they are actually dating. Friends: She adores Ringo and Amitie and wants to protect both of them – not in the super creepy and sorta patronizing way, but in the “she really cares about them and their well-being” way. Despite thinking that Schezo is an absolute fool at times, she still cares about him quite a bit. She’s come to regret what she did all those years ago, and is determined to make sure that Schezo never remembers it.

Schezo – ~200, has ADHD and PTSD + transmasc + homosexual (he/it/gore)

Assorted headcanons:

-Although he can be away from his sword, it’s bonded to his body so strongly that if he is too far away from it for too long he becomes incredibly weak. -He borrowed a thesaurus from Aya and Klug and is not planning on ever giving it back. -He doesn’t remember a single thing that happened before Puyo~7, and can hardly remember anything from then until Puyo~Tetris 2. -After learning about tone indicators, he begins to put “/nx” at the end of *all* of his messages online. Although a few people make fun of him for it, many people find it either endearing or some form of cool, and he’s affectionately known as “the /nx anon” in a few social circles. -His main special interests are forging and dark magic (good for him <3)

Relationship headcanons:

Crushes: He has a slight crush on Lemres, and thinks that Incubus is.. interesting. He also thinks Witch is cute but can’t tell if that’s a crush or what. (Good) friends: He considers Arle to be his best friend, and she’s usually the first person he’d go to for anything. The two actually lived together for a while. Although he thinks Rulue is a fool at times, he still cares about her and thinks she’s pretty impressive. Enemies...?: He once was always looking to pick a fight with Satan, but after (rather awkwardly) remembering that he once saw the prince as a father, he mostly stopped doing that.

Rulue – ~40-ish?, experiences delusions + cis lass + questioning (she/her and a few neopronouns)

Assorted headcanons:

-She’s not sure why there are so many people who are like her and at this point she’s wondering if it really is just a coincidence. -She secretly wishes that she could join Arle, Schezo and Witch’s arm-wrestling sessions, but as they’ve been going on for so long without her she feels almost awkward asking. -Although she still experiences delusions sometimes, she’s gotten a lot better at telling what’s true and what’s false.

Relationship headcanons:

Partner… sorta?: She’s sort of in a QPR with Raffina, and they go on platonic dates a lot. (Good) friends: She’s quite good friends with Arle, especially since she’s no longer chasing after Satan. Speaking of Satan, as she’s no longer absolutely obsessed with him she’s actually beginning to get along well with him, and the two regularly have friendly battles.

Witch – >16, might be NT + cis lass + omni (she/it)

Assorted headcanons:

-The only thing she can transform people or things into without help of a potion is mushrooms. -She’s surprisingly strong and quite good at arm wrestling. -She’s not sure if she had any sort of neurodiversities, but she doesn’t really care either way.

Relationship headcanons:

Crushes…?: She might have feelings for Arle, but even she doesn’t have any clue. She’s also.. interested in Feli, as she sees Feli as quite the interesting person. Family: She’s an orphan, although she doesn’t mind it. (Good) friends: She’s okay-ish friends with Schezo, and the two usually do arm wrestling matches with Arle in their free time.

Satan – ~3000<, only god knows + cis trans man (somehow less than a joke) + pansexual (he/it)

Assorted headcanons:

-As he’s so old and has changed his physical appearance so many times, he’s completely forgotten his original sex, if he even had one. -After getting very literally schooled by Raffina, he realized that his plans to acquire Arle were just never going to work, and after a while of self-reflection he decided that he’d rather spend the rest of eternity doing other things he liked than chasing around an underage lass. -Due to having completely remade the world himself, he feels almost completely disconnected from it. All the people he used to know.. aren’t the same, and it’s destroying him.

Relationship headcanons:

Partners: Misses his dead wife a lot, but is now happily dating (nd half-joke married to) Ex (Chosen) family: After Satan had a good long think about everything, he realized that he did actually care about Lidelle a lot, and now properly sees her as a little sister. Friends: He’s on good terms with Rulue and actually properly hangs out with her sometimes. -

Serilly – >16, has anxiety and experiences delusions + trans lass + questioning (she/her)

Assorted headcanons:

-hgnggng operea

Relationship headcanons:

Partners: She may or may not be dating Arle. (Chosen) family: Although she’s presumably an orphan, she has Suketoudara, who she sees as an older brother figure. Best friend: She platonically loves Harpy a lot, and the two of them spend a lot of time together. - Suketoudara – ~30, NT + about as cis guy as a fish can get + polysexual (he/him)

Assorted headcanons:

-I literally do not think about this guy

Relationship headcanons:

Sibling serilly

Puyo Fever (2) characters:

Amitie – 14 and a half, autistic + binary transfem + fem-leaning panromantic (she/fae/flare)

Assorted headcanons:

-She found out that she was trans when she was 7 years old, and managed to convince her parents to let her transition when she was 12. -She taught herself how to bake, and Arle taught her how to cook more salty things. She regularly makes lunches for her friends, even if they already have their own. -She cares a lot about Sig’s ladybug friend and usually “babysits” them when Sig has to leave to wherever. -Raffina and her are the only two with two parents who haven’t divorced and/or died, but as Amitie's parents are almost always at work she doesn't get to talk to them very much. -She stims by twirling her hair when it’s long, or squishing a puyo-shaped stress ball when it’s short.

Relationship headcanons:

Partners: She’s in a QPR with Sig and Klug, and says she wouldn’t give it up for the world. Crushes: She has a huge crush on Ringo, and a squish on Ess, but she doesn’t think either of them feel the same way. (Chosen) family: She feels rather lucky having contact with both her mother and father, as most of her friends don’t have contact with their own parents. Also, she looks up to Arle a lot, and sees them as an older sibling. Friends(?): Nobody can tell what exactly her relationship with Raffina is, but the most common theory is that they’ve kissed at least twice. Even during Lidelle’s fight with Sig, Amitie supported her, knowing she truly did regret her actions and it was mostly just a big misunderstanding.

Klug – 14 and three quarts, autistic and has ADHD + transmasc nonbinary + ace/aroflux (he/they/wir)

Assorted headcanons:

-Although he had initially asked to be called by neopronouns just as a joke, he found he actually liked the wir/worm set a lot, and now tends to go by that exclusively on some days. -On one night he doesn’t remember, all of his cosmetic glasses were mysteriously destroyed, along with all his contact lenses. After that, he stuck to just one pair of functional glasses -He was gifted an “EiPod” by Ringo and Amitie, although only the latter took credit for it. -He stims by humming, writing, and aggressively cleaning his glasses.

Relationship headcanons:

Partners: He’s in a QPR with Sig and Amitie, and secretly wants to leave Primp and travel the world with them both. Chosen family: He sees Feli as both a rival and a sister, and now has come to see Lemres as an older-sibling figure of sorts. Friend: He’s on good terms with Lidelle, and she’s one of the only people who’s younger than he is that he still treats with respect. Rivals(?): He thinks Raffina is pretty rude, and he never lets her go without remembering that he’s better friends with Amitie than she is for more than a month.

Sig – 15, autistic and has ADHD + transmasc demilad + biromantic (he/bug/they/it)

Assorted headcanons:

-Doesn’t consider any sort of bug to be his “favorite”, but has a soft spot for ladybeetles, stag beetles and fireflies. -After a failed attempt at acquiring Sig’s power, Aya accidentally gave Sig half of its own power, causing Sig to become slightly more than just a half-demon. -After he scratched himself one too many times, Amitie and Lidelle worked together to make a glove for Sig’s claw hand. -His main special interests are both bugs and history, and he usually stims by repeating words he likes.

Relationship headcanons:

Partners: He’s mostly queerplatonic, partially romantic partners with both Amitie and Klug. During the first half week of their relationship, he was the only one the two felt comfortable cuddling with, which he was completely fine with. Family: Although initially Sig and Aya were almost enemies, they managed to reach an agreement after being left alone together and now see each other as both family and friends. Friends: He’s pretty good friends with Lidelle, and he helps her with bug-related problems whenever she has any. He’s also pretty good friends with Raffina even if they don’t hang out much and he still has trouble with her name. Enemies: Schezo.

Raffina – 16, has (canonical) imposter syndrome + transfem + pansexual demiromantic (she/her)

Assorted headcanons:

-As her family is very upper middle class, she was able to medically transition almost immediately after coming out. -She once tried to start a Primp Town Fight Club. It did not go well. -She’s the only person aside from Amitie that has two parents that did not abandon her and are not divorced. Unlike Amitie, however, only her mother works, so she gets to talk to her father frequently.

Relationship headcanons:

Crush: She secretly wants to kiss Lidelle really badly. (Good) friends: Although she was slightly distanced from them during the whole fight ordeal, she’s quite good friends with all the ASK trio. She’s pretty friendly with Ess.

Lidelle – 14, has social anxiety + cis lass + questioning (she/her)

Assorted headcanons:

-She feels genuinely sorry for what she did and said to Sig and those bugs, and she’s proud of herself for apologizing. -She likes playing with marbles and has made pretty big marble “race” courses in the past. -She doubts her self-worth a lot, and is worried that others don’t take her very seriously.

Relationship headcanons:

Chosen family: Despite not having any surviving biological family, she’s found a family in the form of Draco and Satan, who have been taking care of her for some time now. Best friend: Lidelle hangs out with Raffina almost constantly, and she considers Raf to be her very best friend. Good friends.. again: After a very large fight with Sig over the fact that her flesh-eating plants killed some of his bugs, she and Sig stopped being friends for a bit. After a lot of talking with Amitie and Raffina, she realized her mistake, and she apologized to Sig – and to her surprise, Sig apologized back. Even during the fight, she and Amitie stayed friends, and Ami gave her a lot of emotional support. She looks up to Klug, although Klug sees her as an equal and even spares a warm smile for her during some of his most jerk-y moments.

Lemres – 35, autistic, has SAD and PTSD + transmasc and nonbinary + aroflux/aceflux (they/them, he/him and any candy-related neopronouns)

Assorted headcanons:

-They are actually entirely blind due to personal reasons, and sewed their eyes shut as to not freak others out too much. They “see” by feeling the magic of their environment, and cannot “see” in low-magic areas (they also cannot read faces. At all.) -They have a sort of “vacation house” near Primp which they visit during the summer or any free time they have. The fact that it was built so close to Primp was a coincidence, but something they like very much. -Schezo occasionally “visits” the vacation house for a few months before running off on some random adventure for whatever reason. -Their broom was broken, presumably by Witch as they had fought with her not too long before that. -Su has a certain type of magic that allows sucre to read minds (or at least meaning). -His type of magic does not work on demons for a plethora of reasons. -They usually stim by twirling their staff around and messing with what remains of their broom.

Relationship headcanons:

Partners: They’re in a weird sort-of relationship with Schezo. The relationship informally started after Schezo assisted Lemres during a restless period and it doesn’t seem to be stopping any time soon. (Chosen) family: Although they want to keep their distance from their biological family, they’ve found a new family in Primp in the form of the ASK trio (Good) friends: They’re very close to Accord, having know her since Highschool (and even before she made Poipoi).

Feli – 16 and a half, experiences delusions and has disorders + transfem + bisexual (she/her evi/evil go/goth)

Assorted headcanons:

-Rather compulsory heterosexuality with her. She doesn’t actually have that much love for Lemres, mainly just lust and a feeling that she has to date or marry him. -She personally believes sharing one’s birthday with someone else is a sign of extreme trust due to Zodiac reasons. -She feels like her gender is influenced by gothic aesthetics, but can’t really describe it further.

Relationship headcanons:

Crushes: She still very obviously has a crush on Lemres, although it’s starting to lessen now that Lemres is in a closed relationship. (Chosen) family: She sees Klug as an annoying little brother, although he’s marginally more mature than she is. (Good) friends: She’s pretty good friends with Lidelle and Raffina.

Accord/Poipoi – ???? + cis lass and agender respectively + god knows (she/her for accord, he/it for poipoi)

Assorted headcanons:

-Accord secretly really likes hitting things with her hammer to the point where she’d go quite far in order to get a chance to do so. However, she would never readily admit this as she finds it to be incredibly childish. -Only Accord knows what happened to Lemres’s eyes. -During Highschool, Accord enchanted a puppet and gave it its own thoughts, personality, dreams, etc. That puppet was quite obviously Poipoi.

Relationship headcanons:

(Good) friends: Accord is close friends with Lemres, having known him since Highschool (she was his upperclassman by a few years) and never passes up a chance to talk to him. Poipoi managed to make friends with Aya in a particularly independent moment where it ran away.

Ayashii – >800, has a lot of trauma + whats a gender + (it/any neos/they/he/she)

Assorted headcanons:

-It genuinely forgot what a gender was because gender is so unimportant to it. -It somehow found a way to continue being friends with the puppy it rescued, even going so far as to teaching them the difference between it and Klug. -As it has extreme claustrophobia, it tends to take very long walks whenever it’s using Klug’s body.

Relationship headcanons:

Crushes???: Aya has some interest in Lemres and Schezo, but isn’t entirely sure what kind of interest. (Chosen) family: It’s beginning to see Klug as a son of sorts, and recognizes Sig as its descendent. huh what: It doesn’t trust Accord at all, especially knowing (and being friends with) Poipoi as an individual.

Yu and Rei - ??? + phasmaeic + (both use she/he/they gho/ghost spec/spectre and dar/dark)

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Relationship headcanons:

Puyo~7 characters:

Ringo – 16, ??? + questioning (demigirl?) + bisexual (she/they)

Assorted headcanons:

-She’s questioning pretty much every single thing about her identity and beliefs to the point where she’s actually been having frequent migraines because of it. -She’s not at all proud to admit it, but she’s not-so-secretly envious of Maguro’s “beauty beam”. -She eats a LOT of things that you’re not meant to eat, to the point where everyone except for Sig (who does the same) is worried for her.

Relationship headcanons:

Crushes: She has small crushes on both Amitie and Tee, although she likes Amitie a *bit* more. Epic friends: She’s best friends with Maguro, and he’s one of the few people she properly trusts (not for edgy reasons, just because). A lot of people assume she’s dating him, which makes her feel pretty uncomfortable, but she doesn’t feel like she can really blame them.

Maguro – 16, has ADHD and PTSD (latter from AU) + questioning + bisexual (he/they)

Assorted headcanons:

-He’s questioning the same stuff as Ringo, although he’s a lot more chill about it. -He was pretty scarred, emotionally and physically, after an unfortunate incident concerning a badly thought-out prank, a fishing net, and a timer set to one month -He remembers all of his trauma in perfect clarity, and has good memory overall.

Relationship headcanons:

Partner:He’s been in a romantic relationship with Tee for a few months, and so far it’s been really nice. Best friend: He’s best friends with Ringo, and he feels really comfortable around her. They share almost everything, and are planning on moving in together once they get the chance to have a proper house. Good friends: Although Ris moved away to study abroad a while back, they still send a lot of gifts and letters to him on a regular basis. Also, they’ve been staying in contact with Ess ever since the whole beauty pageant thing and the two go shopping when they’re both free.

Risukuma – 19, NT + trans man + male-leaning pansexual (he/him)

Assorted headcanons:

-He’s incredibly interested in all types of love -After graduating school, he decided to study abroad to learn more about other cultures (and of course, love). -He really likes music, even having written some of his own songs in the past. One of his favorite bands is IDKHOW.

Relationship headcanons:

Partner: Despite only having interacted a few times, he’s quite good “friends” with Ai. Good friends: After moving away from Suzuran, he’s not been able to hang out with Ringo or Maguro as much, but he still sends them letters and gifts on a regular basis. What: He does not want to know about Ecolo. Do not tell him about Ecolo.

Ecolo – ageless and has so many disorders (affectionate??) + gender + probably so (it/they/he/she/other in that order)

Assorted headcanons:

-If asked, it would describe its gender as “Once In A Lifetime” by Talking Heads. -It’s trying really really hard to respect Ringo’s boundaries nowadays, and not just because she refused to acknowledge its existence for a whole week after it accidentally hurt her. -It can change into its human form at will; however, if it wants to stay in that form for more than a few hours at a time, it has to actually sleep for several days straight. -In its humanoid form, it sports several scars. -It genuinely loves fidget spinners and has this really creepy one it carries everywhere.

Relationship headcanons:

Crush: You know it wants to kiss Ringo so bad. Friends: Ex-friends with Satan because Ringo hates him. Pretty alright friends with Ex and Marle, not entirely sure what to think about Squares. Uh…: After.. an accident it caused, Maguro started to be able to remember it.

Puyo~Tetris characters:

Tee – 16, + trans man + questioning (he/him)

Assorted headcanons:

-He can’t pronounce any name longer than four letters long. Somehow, the worst case of this is with Ringo and Maguro’s names. -Having transitioned at a very young age and only interacting with one lass for most of his life, he has a lot of internalized sexism. After Ringo points this out, he starts trying to work on it, but he hasn’t been doing very well so far. -He’s also trying really hard to find a balance between being too basic and too over-the-top, but..

Relationship headcanons:

Partner: He’s been in a romantic relationship with Maguro for a few months. It’s been really nice, but as this is his first relationship he tends to go all-out with everything, causing Maguro to get rather flustered. Crush: Although he’s very hesitant to admit it, he has a pretty big crush on Ringo and wants to kiss her. Chosen family: O is his parent, Ess and Ai are his siblings, and the twins are his messed up if true gay cousins. Friend: He’s pretty good friends with Sig because of their shared inability to correctly pronounce Raffina’s name.

O – infinite, ??? + ???? + probably gay? ????? (any and all pronouns)

Assorted headcanons:

-I cannot reasonably take myself seriously trying to make headcanons for this godforsaken cloud cube -Squares themself made this thing (on accident?) -Anger management issues incarnate

Relationship headcanons:

Parnter: Kissed Carbuncle once eChidle: Tee is its son

Ex – ~40, has autism, minor intrusive thoughts and (canon) depression + some form of Guy + yes (he/they)

Assorted headcanons:

-He’s not sure how he identifies gender- and sexuality-wise and feels as if he’s too old to try to figure that out (which isn’t true, but still) -He genuinely misses Ess and Ai a lot and is unendingly grateful for the chance to see them both again. -His intrusive thoughts are usually fairly easy to deal with, but can sometimes get pretty bad if he’s left alone for too long.

Relationship headcanons:

Partners: I’m pretty sure he has an ex-wife somewhere and that scares me. Also he kisses Satan every day of his life (Chosen) family: He misses his children, Ess and Ai, so much. (Good) friends: He’s become reluctant friends with Ecolo, and very good friends with Marle and Squares.

Jay & Elle – 13, autistic and have separation anxiety + nonbinary + ??? (they/them)

Assorted headcanons:

-Individually they’re okay with all pronouns, but nobody can reasonably refer to them as separate entities. -After a few people asked them, they stopped bullying Ai as much, but they still “prank” him a lot. -They were separated exactly once. It was not a very good time for them.

Relationship headcanons:

Partners:They’re queerplatonic partners with Yu and Rei, since that’s just kind of what happens when you’re two sets of evil twins who like bothering others. Friends: They don’t really have many friends as their creepiness scares people off a lot, but they like hanging out with Ecolo (even if they forget about it a lot)

Ai – 20, has pretty severe anxiety + transmasc + bisexual (he/him)

Assorted headcanons:

-He found out that he was trans after he managed to get a sort of wi-fi thing going during a five-month-long stay in a densely-packed asteroid belt. He had actually medically transitioned before that, but nobody on the SS Tetra had the word for it. -He has exactly one large scar from a prank gone horribly wrong. Otherwise, he’s not been seriously injured by anything the twins have done. - Recently he’s started to become slightly braver in general thanks to a lot of therapy and emotional support from his boyfriend, this has allowed him to stand up to the twins a lot more. He is also more physically strong, and plans to drop kick them both someday.

Relationship headcanons:

Partner: He kisses Risukuma on the daily Chosen family: As he canonically sees Ex as a father, he headcanonically sees Ess as a sister. Pure hatred(/j): He’s no longer as afraid of the tetra twins, and sometimes even manages to prank them back on good days.

Ess – ~15, only ex knows. Has serious abandonment issues, apparently canon(?!?!) PTSD, and so many things + cis demilass + lesbiab (she/they/ze)

Assorted headcanons:

-She actually has a job, and on the last weekend of every month she goes shopping with Maguro (or Amitie if he’s busy) on Saturday and Raffina on Sunday with the money she gets. -She kinda wishes that she were more physically strong for a multitude of minor reasons. -Ess doesn’t actually know how to say Ringo’s name and tries really hard to hide that fact.

Relationship headcanons:

Crushes:She’s absolutely in love with Amitie, although she’s in very deep denial about it. Chosen family: She sees Ai as a brother, and the two bond over the fact that Ex totally ditched them to go patch up dimensions or whatever. Speaking of Ex, she’s very recently found it in her heart to maybe forgive him for leaving her when she was young, although she still is a long ways away from seeing him as a father again. Friends: She and Raffina hang out and talk about their insecurities a lot.

Zed – uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (he/him)

Assorted headcanons:

-uhhhhhhhhhh -I genuinely don’t think of this guy He reminds me too much of my ex-chosen-father -…to be added.

Relationship headcanons:

Ess is his belovt daughter that’s all you need to know.

Additional headcanons:

-Most of the Madou Monogatari gang feel entirely disconnected from what’s left of their humanity, so they identify with it/its along with whichever other pronouns they use. -Sig, Dark Sig, and the evil Sig from Sig’s Secret are all different entities. -Speaking of Dark Sig, they can actually purr, although Sig himself cannot. Klug thinks this is incredibly interesting and actually conducted several half-serious experiments to try to figure out why. -All of the SS Tetra crew see each other as family, although some have more clearly defined views of that. None of them have any romantic or sexual interest in any other member.

#ALSO IF ANyone has any questions please ask pleas #beeper canon #pinned post #puyo puyo #puyo puyo tetris #madou monogatari #<again #only mentioned #headcanon #headcanons #long post #im tempted to tag the characters but thatd be too long time for me to do so #enjiy

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f4liveblogarchives · 3 years ago

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Fantastic Four Vol 1 Annual 1984

Wed Dec 30 2020 [11:22 AM] Bocaj: Annuuuual [11:23 AM] Wack'd: The cover promises AT LONG LAST, THE WEDDING OF BLACK BOLT AND MEDUSA [11:23 AM] Wack'd: Were they...not already married? That feels weird [11:28 AM] Wack'd: ...we spend. Fuck. God knows how many pages [11:28 AM] Wack'd: Watching a Kree and a Skrull fight each other on the moon [11:28 AM] Bocaj: Oh fuck these assholes [11:28 AM] Wack'd: The Watcher picks them up and explains to them that he is going to ref their fight which will determine the outcome of the Kree/Skrull War [11:29 AM] Bocaj: You don’t have that jurisdiction asshole [11:29 AM] Wack'd: The Supreme Intelligence and Skrull Empress asked him to, so [11:30 AM] Bocaj: Seems unlikely but annuals are usually stupid [11:30 AM] Wack'd: So with that long-ass interlude over we come now to the Fantastic Four portion of our Fantastic Four annual [11:31 AM] Wack'd: Just kidding! Time for Inhumans [11:32 AM] Wack'd: One third of the way into the issue the Four are here [11:33 AM] Wack'd: I did not take Jen for the pink dress type

[11:33 AM] Bocaj: She’s usually the sportier type [11:34 AM] Bocaj: Although I don’t know if they make formal aerobics gear [11:34 AM] Wack'd: I mean she wears a suit to court sometimes [11:34 AM] Bocaj: True [11:34 AM] Wack'd: Crystal consoles Sue over her loss which is, at this point, more than we've seen Johnny or Jen do [11:36 AM] Bocaj: Geez [11:36 AM] Wack'd: Some general status quo and table setting stuff happens. Gorgon has a crush in Jen because she can kick his ass. Johnny gets in his obligatory mention of being over Crystal [11:37 AM] Wack'd: Crystal mentions "lengthy engagements are an Inhuman custom" which I guess squares that circle [11:38 AM] Wack'd: This happens

[11:38 AM] Bocaj: Why didn’t they bring her? [11:38 AM] Bocaj: Also: It Begins [11:38 AM] Wack'd: ...wait hang on [11:39 AM] Wack'd: Depicted: the grand sum total of the aforementioned "flirting"

[11:39 AM] Bocaj: The definite article is what makes it flirty [11:40 AM] Wack'd: Also she then gets a speech bubble reading "humans are so unfriendly" [11:40 AM] Wack'd: So I guess to Inhumans this is in fact what constitutes flirting, and Reed knows this [11:41 AM] Wack'd: Pietro broods that he's not in the ceremony [11:42 AM] Bocaj: Feeling like he’s left out I guess [11:42 AM] Bocaj: HES OF TWO WORLDS etc [11:43 AM] Wack'd: He then asks Crystal if he can be in the ceremony and she's like "sure but I'm mostly just hanging out on stage" and that's good enough for Pietro [11:43 AM] Bocaj: It’s very characteristic of Pietro to work himself up over a thing that’s not a thing [11:43 AM] Wack'd: I am digging the hell out of these wedding looks. Also the hilarious thought bubbles

[11:48 AM] Wack'd: Anyway it turns out the Kree/Skrull fight was happening directly under the wedding ceremony which causes some natural disasters [11:48 AM] Wack'd: Or unnnatural I guess [11:48 AM] Bocaj: Pretty rude uatu [11:49 AM] Wack'd: The Skrull and Kree both think the Four and assorted Inhumans are tricks from the other side [11:49 AM] Wack'd: Fight fight fight [11:49 AM] Bocaj: As ya do [11:50 AM] Wack'd: With none of the three sides the winner the wedding party retreats to strategize [11:51 AM] Wack'd: Reed correctly reverse engineers the entire plot out of assumptions because of course he does [11:51 AM] Bocaj: It’s cool how these random soldiers can match a combined ff and Inhumans team [11:53 AM] Wack'd: Well they are apparently the absolute apex of what the Skrulls and Kree have to offer, hence their being picked [11:53 AM] Bocaj: Sure [11:53 AM] Wack'd: At least that's what Reed surmises [11:54 AM] Bocaj: They were also random party guests when lilandra put Phoenix on trial [11:54 AM] Bocaj: And future fertilizer [11:54 AM] Wack'd: According to the prolog they are still here from that [11:54 AM] Wack'd: And missed the memo that they were supposed to go home [11:55 AM] Wack'd: Which is why Uatu shows up and is like "you're supposed to be here actually" [11:55 AM] Wack'd: Even though neither of them questioned it [11:55 AM] Bocaj: Subsisting only on finest moon cheese [11:55 AM] Wack'd: It's kind of needlessly convoluted compared to just leaving them there [11:55 AM] Bocaj: Yeah [11:55 AM] Bocaj: I think at the time they were assumed dead [11:56 AM] Bocaj: I think even a narrative caption assumed so [11:56 AM] Wack'd: Anyway. The group splits into two squads, one to attack the Kree and the other to attack the Skrull. This forces the two to team up against the wedding party [11:56 AM] Wack'd: And then the wedding party plays dead and Uatu is like "the Kree/Skrull War is over! Earth lost and the Kree and Skrulls won" [11:57 AM] Wack'd: And the Kree and the Skrull are like "that...I don't think that's how that works" and Uatu's like "what? I can't hear you over the sound of the teleporter I'm sending you home with" [11:58 AM] maxwellelvis: You are now picturing Uatu doing the "Lalalalala I can't heeeeeaarrrr youuuu" thing with his fingers in his ears. [12:00 PM] Bocaj: Surprisingly the war didn’t end [12:00 PM] Wack'd: Shocking [12:00 PM] Bocaj: But this was later a foundational story for Empyre [12:00 PM] Bocaj: And these two get killed by trees [12:00 PM] Bocaj: In a surprisingly pointless deep cut [12:01 PM] Wack'd: Empyre was written by folks with a great fondness for 80s ephemera it seems like [12:01 PM] Wack'd: Since R'klll also comes back [12:03 PM] Wack'd: And so, all's well that ends well. Being a bad dancer is a dealbreaker for Gorgon I guess

[12:05 PM] Bocaj: Like he’s some catch [12:06 PM] Wack'd: I mean he admits to enjoying being emasculated which in the 80s puts him head and shoulders over most Marvel men [12:09 PM] Bocaj: Mmm fair

#1984 #John Bryne #(plot)#Mark Gruenwald #(script)#Mark Bright #(pencils)#The Main Book

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orangepanic · 3 years ago

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I saw this “100 OTP questions” by @the-moon-dust-writings and figured I'd procrastinate:

1. Who loves flower crowns more?

Neither of them really, but Asami might make Iroh wear one just to laugh at him.

2. Who is the one who likes to cuddle?

Iroh. Asami likes it, too, but he usually initiates.

3. Who has awful taste in music?

Honestly, both of them. Asami likes terrible dance music and Iroh likes obscure combinations of horns and bells and stuff from different cultures.

4. Who is the meme lover?

Asami thinks they’re funny. Iroh doesn’t quite understand.

5. How did their second date go?

Iroh tried to take Asami somewhere very fancy, but the wait was too long. They ended up making out in a shadowy doorway down the street and missing their reservation entirely. Iroh was mortified, but Asami dragged him around the corner to a low-key noodle shop that has since become their favorite restaurant.

6. How many children do they want/have?

Asami thinks about three. Iroh, as many as Asami will agree to.

7. Who hides the weapons?

Iroh hides weapons for Asami around the house so she’ll always have something on hand. In a drawer in the kitchen, on her nightstand, etc. He knows she can take care of herself… and he stashes weapons for her anyway. Asami rolls her eyes but secretly thinks it’s sweet.

8. Who is the better dancer?

Asami. She likes dancing, and learned formal dancing in school. Iroh can’t dance at all, having skipped out on all his lessons as a child after bribing his instructor. He thought dancing is boring, but likes dancing with Asami and lets her lead.

9. Do/Did they have a theme wedding?

No. They quite deliberately have a very normal wedding, including cutting out a lot of the more stuffy Fire Nation customs because Iroh doesn’t want Asami to feel out of place not having any family present.

10. What do their parents think of them dating?

Hiroshi Sato is livid, and actually tried to have Iroh assassinated from prison. His little girl, marry a firebender? A prince of the firebenders? Iroh’s parents are more accepting. Izumi initially thinks Asami is too young and gives Iroh a hard time about how quickly he got serious, but quickly comes around when it’s clear Asami is very mature for her age. Within a year Iroh’s parents are both hounding him on when he’ll make it official.

11. Are they a super sappy couple?

They are that couple everybody hates.

12. How did they get together?

They meet during the Equalist revolution, but don’t get together until long after. Iroh has a crush on Asami almost immediately, but spends forever sitting on it thinking it wasn’t the right time and trying to be friends until one day he just kind of slips up and kisses her. She kisses him back. It turns out Asami liked him, too, but she isn’t great at reading people and had no idea he was interested.

13. Who asked the other to get married?

Iroh just kind of blurts it out one day.

14. Who stays up too late and makes stupid jokes?

Asami is the night owl. Iroh makes the bad jokes.

15. Who is the nerd?

Oh my god, both of them. Asami is more of the classic nerd. Iroh is more of a dork.

16. Who knows the most obscure facts?

Iroh.

17. Who makes the other a flower crown?

Two questions about flower crowns out of 100?? Changing this to who is more dominant in bed. Asami.

18. Who likes to read?

Iroh. They both do, but he’s much more into it.

19. Who bothers the other person while the other person reads?

Asami. She has the shorter attention span.

20. Who tutors the other?

They both would in different subjects. Asami is better at math, physics, etc. Iroh is better at philosophy and languages.

21. Do they have similar taste in movies?

No. Asami likes gory slasher films and lots of action. Iroh scoffs and thinks they’re dumb. Asami, in turn, thinks his period dramas can be kind of boring, and refuses to count documentaries as movies. But there’s a healthy overlap in things like Vikings and Game of Thrones.

22. How do their personalities complement each other?

Asami helps Iroh lighten up a bit, drawing him out of his shell, and gives him an anchor and a sense of home. She’s more social than he is, and a lot of her friends eventually become his. But she’s also quiet enough and serious enough that she doesn’t tire him out and can feed his need for downtime. Iroh, in turn, loves seldom but deeply, and gives Asami the kind of fierce, unconditional love and stability she needs. He’s also genuinely interested in her projects, is smart enough to follow most of it, and is one of the only people who can occasionally beat her in Pai Sho. They have a lot of fun together just being nerds.

23. How do they tell everyone that they are going to be having a kid/adopting a child soon?

They don’t have to tell anybody. It’s all over Iroh’s face like a big neon sign.

24. Who has better fashion sense?

Asami, but not by much. She’s more up to date with trends, while Iroh’s style is clean and classic.

25. Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?

Hoo boy, both of them. Do not go there.

26. What songs do they sing together in the vehicle?

Neither of them sing in the satomobile. Iroh has a decent voice, but he’s a bit private about it. Asami mostly hums.

27. What other couple would your otp get along with?

Iroh quickly becomes BFFs with Bolin. Asami and Opal aren’t quite as close, but they like each other’s company and have fun as a foursome. They also get along quite well with Pema and Tenzin.

28. Who likes to prank the other?

Iroh tries more often. Asami’s pranks are more successful.

29. Who is the one who loves to take pictures?

Iroh, though generally Korra is the picture taker in the group.

30. How would they react if they found out they were soul mates?

Iroh raises an eyebrow. “Hmm.” Asami only shrugs. They both already knew that.

31. Where would they live?

They like Republic City and decide to stay downtown, first in an apartment and eventually a larger townhouse.

32. What type of dragon would they own, if they could have one?

Whichever one Iroh made friends with. Asami is a bit wary of animals and would need him to convince her it was safe.

33. If they were both vampires, what type of vampires would they be?

The kind that live in a beautiful house with perfect collections that took hundreds of years to make. Iroh has first editions of everything in a giant library, arranged in a complex system only he understands. He’s working on his 14th language. Asami has invented artificial blood and doesn’t miss sunburns. Occasionally she’ll throw one of those big fancy vampire balls just so they can both get dressed up. They’re pretty happy.

34. What would they dress up as, for Halloween?

They once went as Lady Tienhai and the last king of Mo Ce because picking something obscure and historical was the only way to get Iroh into a costume.

35. Can they name each other’s favourite food?

Kind of. They are both really into food, so picking a favorite is hard. But if the question is can they order for one another, absolutely.

36. Do they have pet names for one another?

Asami sometimes calls Iroh “General Hotstuff” when she’s teasing. Iroh sometimes calls Asami “sex pretzel” when he’s 1000% sure they are alone.

37. How do they cheer each other up?

Asami is more of a gift giver. She’ll show up with Iroh’s favorite take-out or make him something in her workshop—anything to make him feel special and valued. Iroh is all about quality time, and will swing by Asami’s office to haul her out on surprise dates. He also gives great hugs.

38. Do they show a lot of PDA?

No. Iroh is very uncomfortable with PDA, especially when he’s in uniform. Asami follows his lead.

39. How old were they when they got together?

Asami was 19-20, Iroh 24-25.

40. Who is the one that would bring the puppy home?

Iroh, 100%. He’s such a sucker.

41. Can they do yoga couple’s poses?

Yes, though Asami is the only one who really tries.

42. What is their song?

They don’t really have one.

43. What does their room look like?

Asami moved in with Iroh, so it’s very basic. White walls, perfectly made bed, a neatly organized desk in the far corner by the window. He’s a total minimalist, having spent most of his adult life on a ship. Asami added a very fluffy comforter in *gasp* a color and lots of pillows.

44. Who would be the one to kill zombies while the other keeps them grounded?

They’d take turns, and at some point Asami would turn it into a contest.

45. Who makes the other breakfast in bed?

Iroh. Asami is a terrible cook.

46. Who loves kids more?

Iroh.

47. Do either of them have a crazy ex?

Not crazy, but Iroh and his ex are not on good terms. He doesn’t like to talk about it.

48. What are their favourite colours?

Asami, purple. Iroh, black. He gets annoyed when people get him so much red stuff.

49. Who likes to cook?

Iroh. He fired Asami from the kitchen, something they are both grateful for.

50. Who is the forgetful one?

Asami.

51. Does either of them know how to fight?

Have you met these people?

52. What do they do for Valentines Day?

Iroh would probably plan something elaborate for them to go out. Asami would plan something sexy for when they got home.

53. Who swears more?

Asami, at least out loud. Iroh mostly swears under his breath.

54. Who has the better comebacks?

Asami. It’s not even close.

55. Who would start a fight with another parent at a bake sale?

Probably Asami, unless it was about the kids. If anyone comes for Iroh’s kids, they’d better hide.

56. Who reads buzzfeed?

Asami.

57. Who is the hopeless romantic?

Iroh, hands down.

58. Do either of them know how to do a handstand?

Asami can manage it.

59. Who can rap better?

Asami, though Iroh is the only one who actually listens to rap.

60. Do either of them want to go sky diving?

Asami would love to. Iroh laughs. “Been there.”

61. What do they usually text about?

Some version of “I miss you” or random pictures of stuff. They generally only text when Iroh is away as they’re both busy during the day.

62. Who is the dramatic one?

Asami has a shorter fuse. Iroh is more ridiculous when he loses his shit.

63. Is either one confrontational?

Not really.

64. What is their favourite cuddle position?

Asami will lay on top of Iroh on the couch like a sandwich. It’s the only position she seems to be able to nap in.

65. Who are their favourite musical artist(s)?”

See above about terrible taste in music.

66. What are their parenting styles?

Iroh covers a lot of the basics. He sets a schedule, makes lunches, tells bedtime stories, is more likely to help with the homework. Asami is the one who gets them around and does most of the interacting with teachers, other parents, etc. They share things fairly equally.

67. Who would be the more laid back one?

Iroh.

68. Who listens to more vulgar music?

Asami.

69. Do either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know?

Yes. Asami can be secretive about some of her projects, both out of an abundance of caution but also because she likes a big reveal. Iroh keeps some past relationship stuff close, and will occasionally read a steamy romance novel for “tips.”

70. Who is their go to couple for a double date?

Bolin and Opal

71. Do they tip the waiter/waitress on their date?

Iroh tips very well.

72. How do they work out a fight?

Asami yells. Iroh yells back. One of them storms off. The other one waits about half an hour then goes to find them, usually with an offering of food. There are hugs. Somebody cries. Then they finally talk it out before falling asleep together.

73. Who brings home an illegal pet?

Asami. She is less likely to have a pet, but if she does, it’s going to be a weird one.

74. What side of the bed do each of them sleep on?

Iroh is on the side by the window because he likes to get up with the sun.

75. What is their favorite photo of them two together?

There’s a photo Korra took at the beach where Iroh has Asami thrown over his shoulder right before dunking her in the water. This is the picture he takes with him when he’s deployed.

76. Who takes longer in the bathroom?

Asami.

77. Who has more songs on their ipod?

Iroh. If you can call them songs.

78. What movie did they first see together?

Iroh took her to Last Days of the Sun Warriors. She fell asleep. He said the book was better.

79. What do they like to see each other in?

Asami thinks Iroh’s butt looks great in jeans. Iroh got Asami a red silk robe from the Fire Nation and likes to see it fall off.

80. Who makes jokes during inappropriate times?

Iroh.

81. At what age do they discuss the possibility of children?

Mid-20s, though they don’t have them until a little later.

82. What do they love about each other the most?

Iroh likes that Asami is tough and smart and a problem-solver. Asami likes that Iroh is kind and brave and has a strong moral compass.

83. Who is the one that sees the big picture, while the other focus’s on the small details?

They are both big picture people, which is sometimes a problem. Of the two, Asami is probably better at details, but she’s also forgetful.

84. What would they write on their partner’s social media’s for their anniversary?

Asami would probably put up a picture of them and say something brief but sweet. Iroh doesn’t really understand social media and would just paste a heart-eyes emoji.

85. Who is bad at math?

Iroh. He’s not bad, per se, but Asami is very, very good.

86. Who googles everything?

Asami.

87. Who does stuff on impulse?

Both of them in different ways. Asami is generally more flexible. Iroh usually has a plan but makes big decisions completely off the cuff.

88. How do they comfort each other when they are helpless to do anything about the situation?

Lots of physical touch. Iroh will kind of just wrap himself around her in one giant, whole body hug. Asami will spend some time cursing out whomever is causing the issue, then let him lay his head in her lap and give Iroh a good head scratch or massage.

89. What is an inside joke they have?

There was one time they had sex in Asami’s office at Future Industries, so occasionally she’ll drop things like, “feel like coming by the office?” with a suggestive eyebrow waggle. Iroh is, predictably, very embarrassed. Also interested.

90. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

Asami: *exists* Iroh: *smiles*

91. What is their favourite holiday?

New Years is a big deal in the Fire Nation. Iroh loves his family and likes going home, and Asami has grown to love it almost as much.

92. Who is the one that is calm and collected while the other is angry and destructive?

They take turns. Both of them can have quite a temper when pushed too hard.

93. What is their favourite board game to play?

They’re both big Pai Sho fans, but can get into any kind of strategy game. Nobody really likes to play them though, they're too good.

94. Who accidentally sets something on fire?

Asami. Iroh hasn’t had a fire accident since he was four.

95. Who has the car ready while the other is robbing the store?

Asami. She’d rob the store, too, but no way is she letting Iroh drive.

96. What artist/group did they go to for their first concert?

Iroh booked a private box at the Republic City Opera, thinking that was an impressive thing he should do on a date. It turns out neither of them like opera, and by the end they were both making fun of it.

97. Who sleep talks?

Asami. Iroh thinks it’s funny.

98. Who is the more social one?

Asami, by a long shot.

99. What are their karaoke songs?

Neither of them would really sing karaoke, but Iroh cannot hold his liquor like at all so if he ever got really plastered Asami might be able to drag him up there. By which point he’d be too far gone to have an opinion on the song and would sing just about anything.

100. Who would get up on stage and make a fool of themselves just to make the other laugh?

Asami.

#irosami #this is all canon now #kidding

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writesandfights · 4 years ago

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Masterlist repost

Prompt List

THIS PROMPT LIST IS NOT MINE.

THIS PROMPT LIST IS OWNED BY @rfaimagining

Angst:

1: “ Give me a chance. ”

2: “ Not you again.. ”

3: “ Leave me alone. ”

4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ Why do you hate me? ”

6: “ I lost the baby. ”

7: “ I thought you loved me. ”

8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ”

9:“ I can’t believe you! ”

10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ”

11: “ You’re a monster. ”

12: “ I hate you. ”

13: “ Don’t leave me… ”

14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ”

16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ Are you upset with me? ”

18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ I’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ Thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ Dont call this number again. “

23: “ Why did you spare me? ”

24: “ You need to leave. ”

25: “ I’m sick. ”

26: “ I’m dying. ”

27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ I thought we were family!”

29: “ There was never an us. ”

30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”

31: “ I fucked up. ”

32: “ I came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ He’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”

Love:

36: “ I’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ Dance with me! ”

38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ”

40: “ Will you marry me? ”

41: “ I’m pregnant. ”

42: “ I need a hug. ”

43: “ You’re special to me. ”

44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ Do you trust me? ”

46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”

47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ Lets have a baby. ”

50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ I want to take care of you. ”

52: “ Can we cuddle? ”

53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ”

55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ Are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ Is that my shirt? ”

58: “ How did we get here? ”

59: “ You own my heart. ”

60: “ You’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ You’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ I want to protect you. ”

63: “ Whats the matter? ”

64: “ You’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ Is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ Stop being so cute. ”

68: “ You’re making me blush! ”

69: “ You’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”

71: “ You’re the best! ”

72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”

74: “ Of course I remembered! ”

75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ Are you jealous? ”

78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “ Lets run away together. ”

General:

90: “ Catch me if you can! ”

91: “ I’m fine. ”

92: “ Are you drunk? ”

93: “ Are you high? ”

94: “ We cant go in there… ”

95: “ Give it back! ”

96: “ Well this is just great. ”

97: “ Don’t touch me. ”

98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”

99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”

100: “ I didn’t do it! ”

101: “ I did it… ”

102: “ I don’t remember that! ”

103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ Get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ You owe me. ”

106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ Are you hitting on me? ”

109: “ Why are you naked? ”

110: “ You did what?! ”

111: “ You have… Superpowers? ”

112: “ Why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?”

114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ”

115: “ That wasn’t funny. ”

116: “ This tastes horrible. ”

117: “ This is delicious! ”

118: “ Are you mad at me? ”

119: “ Stop ignoring me… ”

120: “ I love that show too! ”

121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?”

122: “ Lets blow this joint. ”

123: “ Let me help you with that. ”

124: “ Take that back! ”

125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ What are you listening to? ”

128: “ I brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ Run! ”

131: “ Lets run away together. ”

132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ Was I really that drunk? ”

135: “ Was I really that stoned? ”

136: “Give me back my phone! ”

137: “ You’re an asshole. ”

138: “ Are you cold? ”

139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ Did you hear that? ”

142: “ It’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ”

144: “ Stop being such a baby. ”

145: “ Go back to bed. ”

146: “ Are you okay? ”

147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ”

149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ”

150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ”

151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ”

152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ Put me down! ”

154: “ There’s only one bed… ”

155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”

156: “ How did I loose it? ”

157: “ I read your diary. ”

158: “ This is awkward. ”

159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”

Below is NSFW prompts.

Please if you’re rebloggling tell your followers if you’re interested or not in taking these sorts of requests.

Sexual:

161: “ Bite me. ”

162: “ Make me. ”

163: “ Fuck me. ”

164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ”

165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?”

166: “ Okay.. This is new. ”

167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

168: “ You’re in trouble now. ”

169: “ What a pretty sight. ”

170: “ Bend over. ”

171: “ On your knees. ”

172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now.”

173: “ Lay back. ”

174: “ Take off your clothes. ”

175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ”

176: “ I’m waiting. ”

177: “ You’re so beautiful. ”

178:“ As you wish. ”

179: “ First one to make a noise looses.”

180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ”

181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ”

182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ”

183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”

184: “ Can I touch you? ”

185: “ Open up. ”

186: “ No strings attached. ”

187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”

188: “ Mine. ”

189: “ The nights still young. ”

190: “ We cant do that here! ”

191: “ Behave. ”

192:“ What did you just say? ”

193: “ Good girl. ”

194: “ Good boy. ”

195: “ Come here. ”

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[Good Omens] Winging It - Isaiah 40:31

Summary: Shockingly, attempting to destroy an angel without consulting God first comes with consequences. There is more than one way to fall, and a thousand more ways to inconvenience an angel and a demon who just wanted to be left in peace. Characters: Gabriel, Crowley, Aziraphale, Beelzebub, Michael, Uriel, Sandalphon Rating: T

Prologue and all chapters are tagged as ‘winging it’ on my blog.

A/N: well, shit hits the fan and the end is near.

***

As the boy who was most assuredly Not The Antichrist - but who had nonetheless been their charge for about the first eleven years of his life - walked towards the front door of the bookshop in Soho, entirely unaware of being stalked by a man with a pocket knife, Aziraphale stood in the bedroom of a lovely cottage in the South Downs, not far from the Devil’s Dyke.

He knew it was rather rude, being roughly seventy-five miles away from the place where you happen to have an appointment in about five minutes’ time, but surely it was not too much of an issue, given that they would be right back in the bookshop by crossing the threshold of a rather miraculous door they had installed between the two places. And besides, Crowley had really wanted to show him something.

That something being a luxurious, huge and hugely gaudy canopy bed with gold-plated columns and red velvet drapes that wouldn’t have looked too out of place in Versailles, before revolutionaries took most of its contents to an uncertain fate. As a piece of furniture still occasionally turned up in flea markets, Aziraphale wouldn’t put it beyond the realm of possibilities.

Said bed now occupied the greater part of the bedroom that Crowley had insisted they ought to have in the cottage, against Aziraphale’s suggestion to turn it into another room for his books.

“We already have the loft for those, and the bookshop on the other side of the door,” he’d pointed out. “We need a bedroom.”

Aziraphale, who had actually last slept sometime in the nineteenth century and solely out of boredom while watching an especially poor performance of Troilus and Cressida - in itself far from Shakespeare’s best work, and the lead actor’s lisp had done it no favors - had been slightly taken aback. “But, my dear, we don’t need sleep,” he’d said, getting a snort out of Crowley.

“We don’t need to eat either. So what?”

Aziraphale had to concede he had a point, although he didn’t quite see the allure of laying in a semi-comatose state for several hours while hallucinating the same way he saw the allure of a slice of red velvet cake, and agreed that the cottage would indeed have a bedroom. It was only fair considering the space he had for his books, so that was a compromise he did not regret.

Telling Crowley he was welcome to choose whatever bed he liked himself, however, was something Aziraphale did regret. He knew that Crowley’s taste when it came to furniture ranged from dreadfully minimalistic to unbearably garish, but this - the golden columns, the red heavy velvet - was… a little too much.

“Well, what do you think?” Crowley was asking, looking as proud of himself as he had after moving that golden monstrosity he called a throne right next to Aziraphale’s old trusty armchair in the loft, entirely ignoring the way Aziraphale’s right eyebrow had twitched.

This time, it was the left eyebrow to twitch.

“Well, it is-- rather…” Aziraphale raked his brain for a polite way to put it. “Eye-catching.”

��It is, isn’t it?” Crowley grinned, even prouder. Aziraphale suspected his euphemism had been a little too subtle. “I remembered what you said when I came to save your butt in France.”

“... That I wanted crêpes?”

“That you had standards. French royalty standards.”

“Well, it was not quite royalty level, more along the lines of a noble--”

“This beauty comes straight from Versailles.”

Ah, of course. Of course it did.

“Or, well, not so straight. It went around across Europe quite a bit. But here it is, as you see.”

“Yes. I… I do see.” Aziraphale managed a smile. No harm done, he thought - he didn’t have a habit to sleep as Crowley did, so he would hardly ever need to be in that room at all. He would just entirely forget about that bed. Out of sight, out of mind.

“The mattress is new, clearly. You’ll like it. Real plush.”

Aziraphale blinked. “That sounds nice, but I am not in the habit of sleeping.”

“You should try. Nothing better than some time spent in a semi-comatose state while vividly hallucinating.”

A chuckle. “You’re not making it sound very alluring.”

“Ah, I should up my temptation game. I’m out of practice. When was the last time I tempted you into anything?”

“This morning, actually, you--”

The chiming of the grandfather clock downstairs - a very tasteful eighteenth century clock Aziraphale had long debated whether to move in the cottage or keep in the bookshop - cut him off, and reminded him of… well, of the time.

“I believe Warlock should arrive any moment now - we should head back,” he said, and they did. It looked like the boy might get there before Gabriel popped in to return the book, and if that turned out to be the case… well, Aziraphale really hoped he had enough sense to put the book in a bag or something like it. If not, they may need to have a few words.

There were things an eleven-year-old boy really didn’t need to see.

***

“Ugh, c’mon, they knew I was coming…” Warlock Dowling huffed, taking a couple of steps away from the door of the bookshop which had stayed closed, no matter how hard he knocked. He glanced at the sign in the window; it made just as little sense as it did the first time he read it.

I open the shop on most weekdays about 9:30 or perhaps 10am. While occasionally I open the shop as early as 8, I have been known not to open until 1, except on Tuesday. I tend to close about 3:30pm, or earlier if something needs tending to. However, I might occasionally keep the shop open until 8 or 9 at night, you never know when you might need some light reading. On days that I am not in, the shop will remain closed. On weekends, I will open the shop during normal hours unless I am elsewhere. Bank holidays will be treated in the usual fashion, with early closing on Wednesdays, or sometimes Fridays. (For Sundays see Tuesdays). A.Z. Fell, Bookseller

Warlock briefly wondered who A. Z. Fell was, really - the founder? A co-owner? It definitely was not Brother Francis’ name, but he had claimed to be the owner, which was a leap from working as a gardener but not a claim Warlock had any reason to doubt. Brother Francis did not lie, after all. He hated lies and got really cross with him whenever he caught him lying, usually after Nanny-- after Crowley suggested he did.

“Pair of weirdos. Always been,” Warlock muttered, but it wasn’t really a complaint; they were a fun pair of weirdos to grow up around, or else he wouldn’t have tracked them down in London. After checking through the window to see if anyone was in, and seeing, no one, Warlock reached in his pocket for his phone and began looking for Crowley’s number.

Focused as he was on the screen, he failed to notice the man approaching with a hand in his pocket, eyes fixed on him and pupils blown so wide his eyes looked entirely black. On the opposite side of the road Hastur, Duke of Hell, retreated from the mortal’s mind with a smirk and prepared to enjoy the scene with eyes just as black.

***

“... So no, I really doubt the London Dungeon holds prisoners anymore, but it would be an interesting thing to--”

“Silence,” Beelzebub spoke suddenly, stopping abruptly in their tracks and causing Gabriel to almost bump into them and drop the book, something for which Aziraphale would probably be very, very cross with him. He frowned.

“It’s not my fault that they have stopped using the dungeons, if that’s such an issue I suppose we could change plans and--”

“Something’s wrong.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t you sense-- ah. No, you can’t anymore,” Beelzebub muttered, and looked around with a scowl. “A demon is at work. It was my order that no one was to approach the traitors.”

Gabriel blinked. “Maybe it’s Crowley--”

“It’s not,” Beelzebub all but snarled, staring at someone some distance away. Further down the pavement stood a man that looked… wrong, for the lack of a better word; something not human who made a passingly decent job at masquerading as human, but not quite good enough. Gabriel may not be able to sense demonic or angelic presences anymore, but he could see as much.

“Hastur,” Beelzebub scoffed.

Ah, Gabriel was vaguely familiar with the name - Hastur, Duke of Hell. Not someone he’d be pleased to meet anywhere in general, but seeing him there was especially worrying. He recalled Michael mentioning that out of all demons, he held a particular grudge against Crowley. Was that grudge really so great that he would ignore a direct order from Beelzebub to find Crowley in Soho and… and do what, exactly? “What is he doing here?”

“I’m about to find out. Wait here,” Beelzebub muttered, and walked - no, marched - directly towards the demon. “Hastur, Duke of Hell. What in Heaven are you doing here?”

Their voice caused the demon to recoil and turn his attention away from… whatever they had been staring at on the other side of the road. He was already deathly pale, but he seemed to grow just a tad paler as his gaze rested on a decidedly annoyed Prince of Hell planting themselves before him, arms crossed and clearly looking for a very good explanation why he would defy a direct order not to be anywhere near the traitorous demon that holy water could not destroy.

As he stammered some sort of reply, Gabriel let his gaze wander across the street. A man was walking towards the bookshop coming from the opposite direction, and he was… wait. Wait, he looked familiar - Gabriel had seen him before, a few months earlier, near the church where Daniel’s funeral service had just been held. He’d given him his coat because it was raining and talked briefly with him, and he had found it funny because his name was… his name…

“Noah!” Gabriel called out with a smile, walking towards him. “How are you doing? How’s your--”

The next word - dog? - died on his lips when he got to look, to really look, at Noah’s eyes. They looked no more human than those of the Duke of Hell currently getting a tongue-lashing only a few steps away, and they were fixed dead ahead of him as he kept walking, giving no sign of having heard or seen him. Walking towards the bookshop… and towards a boy fumbling with his phone right in front of it, back turned to them all. Something was off. Something was wrong.

A demon is at work, Beelzebub had said. Gabriel opened his mouth to cry out, to demand that Hastur, Duke of Hell, released that mortal from whatever hold he had on him - but before he could force out a single word, Noah’s hand came out of his pocket and something gleamed in the sunlight.

There was no time to cry out. No time for words, no time to think, no time to demand action from anyone other than himself. Gabriel knew there was one thing he ought to do now, one thing only. Ever since finding himself without plan or purpose, choices had not always come easy to him - the terror of choosing wrong often paralyzing him. But this one came with no effort: it was no choice at all. As a dark shadow fell on a boy he didn’t even know, Gabriel dropped the book he had come to return, and ran.

“NOAH! STOP!”

Noah did not turn, but the boy did. He lifted his gaze from his phone to glance over at Gabriel, clearly confused - then his confusion turned into alarm when Gabriel suddenly grabbed his arm and yanked him away.

“Hey! The hell?” the boy yelled, just as the knife descended on the spot he’d been standing only an instant before, narrowly missing the back of his neck. He tried to pull away from Gabriel’s grip, turning to call out for someone to get that madman off him - and froze when he finally saw the man standing behind him, eyes all black and lips pulled back in a snarl, swinging something at him.

Somewhere in his brain, he registered it was a knife. He tried once again to scream - mom, he thought, but if he’d managed to force out his voice he probably would have said something more along the lines of ‘shit’. Gabriel, from his part, didn’t try to speak again; he could tell Noah was beyond hearing him.

So he yanked the boy back once again, and threw himself between him and Noah. The result was, all things considered, extremely predictable.

Four and a half inches of steel buried themselves into Gabriel’s gut with a wet sound that went almost entirely unheard. There was a sense of heat, the pressure of a handle against his flesh and, at first, no pain. Gabriel found himself staring straight into pitch-black eyes for a moment before the pupils shrank to a normal size again, revealing the human eyes, light blue and filled with confusion. Somewhere behind Gabriel, the boy screamed and turned to bang on the door of Aziraphale’s bookshop.

People around them stopped walking to turn, not quite having caught up what was going on but slowly getting there. On the other side of the road, a panicked Duke of Hell disappeared in a cloud of smoke as soon as the Lord of the Flies turned to see what the commotion was about.

Gabriel tried to speak, to call out for Beelzebub - don’t hurt him, he didn’t know what he was doing - but a gurgling sound was all that left him, and something dripped down his chin.

“What…?” Noah muttered, blinking at him, and looked down. “Oh-- oh God, oh Jesus Christ, oh shit-- !” he cried out, voice high and panicked, and staggered back with the knife still in hand, dislodging from Gabriel’s flesh with another wet sound.

Blood came rushing forth, coldness set in, and so did pain. Gabriel’s knees folded, and he hit the ground just as the bloodied knife did. Noah stepped back again, shaking like a newborn calf.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry-- someone call an ambulance, I’m sorry, oh God…!”

Don’t bother calling out for God. They don’t answer. Not for me.

“Gabriel!” Beelzebub’s voice filled his ears, drowning out all the rest. There was a hand on the back of his head, lifting it, and he opened his eyes again to see them looking down at him, wide-eyed and scared in a way he had never seen them.

And Gabriel was scared, too, filled to the brim with the most primal, human terror - the most ancient sort of despair known to man. He suddenly knew why even Yeshua had faltered that night in the Garden of Gethsemane, pleading to escape the fate before him and avoid what he knew was unavoidable.

I don’t want to die.

He tried to speak, choking on his own blood. Somewhere behind him, a heavy door was thrown open and Aziraphale’s voice reached him as though from miles away.

“Warlock! My boy, what is-- oh. Oh dear, what…?”

“What the Heaven is going on?” Crowley’s voice was a couple octaves higher than usual, and suddenly there was silence, time itself stilled; the crowd all around them, Noah, even a bird flying past right above them remained fixed in time like so many statues. The boy was talking frantically to Crowley and Aziraphale, but Gabriel was unable to pay his words any mind. His gaze remained fixed on Beelzebub, and on Beelzebub only.

“Heal me,” he choked out. He felt cold all over, even with the wound itself throbbing in heat and pain the way the wounds on his back had, the day his wings were torn off. “Please.”

“Hastur will pay for this, he-- I-- of course, you idiot, be still--” their hand hovered above the blood-soaked shirt, and suddenly they hesitated. Their gaze found Gabriel’s, and held it. “... Sacrifice,” the Prince of Hell murmured.

“What…?”

“You sacrificed your life for another. That’s it. It’s your ticket back home, Gabriel.”

Home. Back in Heaven, where he belonged. Not quite in his old position - a mortal soul - but still, home. Except that… except that if he returned there as a mere mortal soul...

“No,” Gabriel wheezed. “No. I can’t. I-- would never-- be able to leave it-- again.”

“You never wished to leave it in the first pla--”

“Never see you-- again--” Gabriel coughed, and let out a weak groan at the excruciating pain. He could taste blood in his mouth, feel it down his throat, pooling down on the pavement around him; he felt his strength draining away with it. The back of Beelzebub’s free hand wiped some of it off his chin; the other still cupped the back of his head.

“... You will die either way in the end. You do not wish to reside in Hell and I will not force you.” Their plan of leaving behind Hell for good seemed to be far from their mind now. “This may be--” the Prince of Hell paused, and let out a shaky breath. “This may be your best chance, Gabriel.”

“No. Not now. Not yet,” Gabriel managed a smile. His vision was growing blurry. “I will take… all the time I can get. With you.” However little it may be. Such short life spans, but I will make it worth it. I must. I only get one shot. “So don’t-- let me die-- yet.”

For a moment Beelzebub only stared, their hand hovering above his wound. They swallowed, and opened their mouth to say something - only that someone else spoke first. Aziraphale.

“Oh, oh dear, what a dreadful mess-- Gabriel? It’s all right, hold on, I will heal you--”

“Keep away from him!” Beelzebub buzzed furiously, shooting a glare at Aziraphale, at Crowley, at the boy who was currently glued to Crowley’s side, staring with wide eyes at the scene before him and at the crowd frozen in time. The angel reared back, but did not give up.

“I mean to help him. Heal him.”

“I can heal him myself!” the Prince of Hell snapped, and pressed their hand on the bleeding wound. Pain shot up Gabriel’s body and he ground his teeth, waiting for relief, for healing, for the end of suffering… but none of it came.

Beelzebub pulled away a now bloodied hand, taken aback, struggling to comprehend what they were seeing. “It’s… it isn’t working. It won’t heal.”

Gabriel closed his eyes, despair sinking in his chest.

No. It cannot be. Not now, God, please. Don’t do this to me. Don’t let me die now that I have learned to live. Don’t take them from me again.

“... May I try, Lord Beelzebub?” Aziraphale spoke again, ever respectful, but the hesitation in his voice made it plain that he didn’t think they could succeed where Beelzebub had failed. Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut, and felt something trickling down his temples.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why--

GABRIEL.

That voice, in the back of his mind and yet everywhere. Gabriel hadn’t heard it in such a long, long time, but hadn't forgotten it. His chest shuddered in a gasp, and he tried to speak again, to respond to the call - whether to cry, to beg, to curse he didn’t know. Before he could force out a single sound, another voice rose. Very familiar and decidedly concerned.

“Uuh, angel? Any idea what that is?”

“What-- oh. That might be our cue to move out of the way. Move away-- you too, Warlock, move back, my boy…”

What…?

Gabriel opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. Precisely above him, the blue of it was gone; clouds of blinding white had gathered in a circle, and within that circle was only light. The air around him seemed to crackle, and he knew what that meant. Gabriel tried to speak, to warn Beelzebub, but he could only cough up another mouthful of blood. On his tongue, he could now taste something else.

Ozone.

From a distance, once again came Aziraphale’s voice. “Lord Beelzebub, you ought to let go and--”

“No.” Beelzebub’s grip on Gabriel tightened, vicious and desperate at the same time. The air crackled, the clouds swirled, and Gabriel’s vision began to fade. His hand weakly gripped their jacket, but he was unable to do anything else. Beelzebub’s face was but a blur, but ah, their grip was unyielding. His eyes slipped shut, his head rolled against their chest.

“I refuse to let go. God cannot tell me what to do and neither can you.”

Don’t take them from me again. Please, please, please--

“Brother Francis, what the hell--”

“We’ll explain later, my boy - step back now, cover your eyes - don’t look, Crowley, make sure he doesn’t look--”

The crack of thunder covered his next words, filling the world, drowning out all noise. Gabriel felt the grip around him tightening, heard Beelzebub choke out something that sounded a lot like ‘you idiot’, and he opened his eyes.

And then there was only light.

***

In the instant before lighting struck, three things happened in quick succession.

First, Crowley pulled Warlock’s face to his chest to make sure he wouldn’t be blinded as many mortals had been before Heaven learned to somewhat tone it down; second, Crowley turned his back to the scene to avoid looking himself, and shield the boy while he was at it.

And third, Aziraphale’s wings unfolded to shield them both.

There was no heat, which was rather typical of Heavenly things: light without warmth, utterly unlike the darkness and heat - humid heat rather than raging flames, but all the more uncomfortable - that Aziraphale had experienced in his first, and hopefully only, visit to Hell.

Shielded by Aziraphale’s wings, Crowley kept his eyes tightly shut behind his glasses and Warlock’s face pressed against his shirt for several more moments after the last echo of the deafening thunder faded.

“Is it safe to turn, angel?” he asked, while Warlock kept muttering against his shirt a litany of words that mostly sounded like ‘what’, ‘the’ and ‘fuck’, in the order.

This time Aziraphale didn’t bother to make a mental note of talking with the boy about his language. Aside from being relieved the boy had not been stabbed, turned into salt, incinerated, blinded or deprived of his sanity, Aziraphale suspected they would have different, more pressing matters to discuss very shortly. “I’ll check. Don’t look yet,” he replied, and finally looked back.

The crowd of mortals was still around them, frozen in time, unscathed and unaware. The clouds were gone, quick as they had come - but there was a sphere of light before him, crackling with electricity where Beelzebub and Gabriel had been until moments earlier. In that light, there was… something. At first Aziraphale couldn’t make it out, but as he stepped closer and the light began to dull, he could see something all right.

And that something was a pair of folded wings.

At first, Aziraphale thought he must be looking at the wings of a demon and wondered how Beelzebub could survive the full might of the Lord; then, as the light pulsed and faded little by little, he realized that was not it. The wings were not the pure white of angels, but neither were they midnight black. Deep brown with a golden sheen, mottled with darker brown, black, specks of white. The wings of an eagle.

And they did not belong to Beelzebub.

One last crackle of pure energy, and the pulsing light dissolved. Aziraphale worked his jaw a moment, mouth dry, before he finally called out.

“... Gabriel?”

The wings shifted, and slowly parted. Gabriel was kneeling on the pavement, eyes blinking open as though he struggled to comprehend what was happening. In his arms, held tightly against his chest, was the Prince of Hell; their eyes were screwed shut as though they were waiting to be smited still, but they were in one piece - shielded from the full might of God by the Archangel Gabriel himself, who seemed to be just now beginning to process precisely what had transpired.

“What…?” he muttered, and the sound of his voice caused Beelzebub’s eyes to snap open. They pulled back from his chest, on their knees themselves, and looked up at Gabriel - and at the wings spread behind him. They opened their mouth to say something, closed it, opened it again.

“You have wings again,” they finally said. “But they don’t look like--”

Gabriel didn’t so much turn to look at them. “You are all right,” he muttered, and cupped their cheek with a long breath, smiling widely. “Thank-- whoever there is to thank, you’re--”

Beelzebub’s hand grasped the collar of Gabriel’s shirt before he could say another word, and yanked his head down in a sudden kiss. It was definitely not something Aziraphale had expected to happen and neither had Gabriel, by the looks of it, but he seemed… far from displeased. Actually he leaned into it rather enthusiastically, arms slipping around the Lord of the Flies’ waist.

Aziraphale stepped back, feeling just a touch awkward.

“Angel, is it safe to look or no--” Crowley finally spoke up, and turned without waiting for an answer. A rather unwise move, that. His gaze fell on the scene before him, and he let out a groan. “Uuuugh! No it’s not safe, not it’s not, for Satan’s sake it’s seared in my brain now, why didn’t you warn...”

He turned again and took a few steps away, rubbing his eyes beneath the glasses. Warlock, on the other hand, remained exactly where he was - eyes shifting slowly between Gabriel’s brand new wings and Aziraphale’s own, still in full display.

“... Brother Francis, I don’t mean to be rude or anything,” he finally said. “But what, pray tell, the fuck.”

“Well…” Aziraphale hesitated a moment, knowing he couldn’t count on Crowley stepping in for an explanation for at least another ten minutes, busy as he was trying to jab his eyes out of their sockets. In the end, he said nothing and turned to survey the scene.

Time stood still and so did every single living being in sight, including the man who had wielded the knife, a horrified expression frozen on his face. Gabriel and Beelzebub didn’t seem to plan on letting their mouths part ways anytime soon, still on the very spot where Gabriel had nearly bled out to death minutes earlier. A few steps away, in the middle of the road, was Aziraphale’s antique pornography book.

With a sigh, Aziraphale went to pick it up and tucked it under his arm, making sure to hide the cover from Warlock’s sight.

“I believe,” he finally spoke, “that we all could use a nice cup of tea right about now.”

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"But those who hope in the Lord shall renew their strength. They shall soar on wings like eagles; they shall run and not grow weary, they shall walk and not be faint." -- Isaiah 40:31

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Timothée Chalamet and Eileen Atkins Interview - British Vogue May 2020

“Maybe your knuckles weren’t bleeding, but there was ice,” Timothée Chalamet tells Dame Eileen Atkins. He is recounting, with no small amount of awe, how he first came to hear of the legendary 85-year-old actor with whom he is about to appear at The Old Vic. It transpires that Oscar Isaac, Chalamet’s co-star in the upcoming blockbuster Dune, was at the receiving end of Atkins’ fist in Ridley Scott’s Robin Hood (all in the name of acting, of course). Chalamet was duly impressed.

“I gave him the worst time of his life,” says Atkins, bristling at the memory, before merrily launching into several candid, very dame-like stories from her time on set – “That was a nightmare movie. A nightmare.”

It is a Saturday afternoon in late February, and the two actors – one a titan of British theatre with an eight-decade career; the other, Hollywood’s most in-demand young leading man, with an insatiable Instagram following – have just finished being photographed together for Vogue. Chalamet, 24, in louche, low-slung denim and a white T-shirt, has folded his Bambi limbs into a chair next to Atkins, whose hawkish frame, in a navy jumper and jeans, belies her 85 years.

“Do you like being called Tim or Timothée or what?” Atkins asks in her warm but brisk RP, all trace of her Tottenham upbringing erased.

“Whatever works,” he replies in a bright American accent, that shock of chestnut hair falling into his eyes. “Anything.”

“So you won’t object to ‘darling’? I call everyone darling. I’m told I mustn’t say it these days.” He assures her he is fine with it: “It’s a rite of passage, being called darling by Dame Eileen Atkins.”

“You always, always, have to put the dame in, otherwise you can’t address me,” she jokes.

It’s good the two are getting all this sorted now. A couple of days after our interview they will begin rehearsals for a seven-week run of Amy Herzog’s play 4000 Miles, in which they star as a grandmother and grandson, each quietly dealing with their own grief. Chalamet takes on the role of Leo Joseph-Connell, a somewhat lost 21-year-old who experiences a tragedy while on a 4,000-mile-long cycle ride with his best friend. Atkins plays Vera Joseph, his widowed 91-year-old grandmother, upon whose Manhattan doorstep Leo unexpectedly arrives in the middle of the night, unsure of where else to go. What follows is a wonderful, and wonderfully witty, study in human relationships, a portrait of two generations with decades between them trying to make sense of the world.

Its stars, who’ve met twice previously, in New York last year, are still very much getting to know each other – and are confident in the appeal. “There are things like this play – hoping I don’t butcher it – where you can just sit back and go, ‘Oh, this is a delicious meal,’” says Chalamet. Atkins agrees. “I have a phrase in mind that I shouldn’t really say because it’s going to sound terrible in print.” Which is? “I find it a dear little play, a really dear little play. I think it should be very moving. But who knows? We might f**k it up.”

It’s unlikely. Atkins has been a regular on The Old Vic’s stage since the 1960s, going toe-to-toe with greats from Laurence Olivier to Alec Guinness, and fellow dames (and close friends) Maggie Smith and Judi Dench. Chalamet, meanwhile, is a relative novice, with only two professional plays under his belt. But since his turn as Elio in 2017’s Call Me by Your Name (for which he was Oscar-nominated), his celluloid rise has been meteoric. Roles in Lady Bird, Little Women, The King and Wes Anderson’s upcoming The French Dispatch have not only earned him the slightly fraught badge of “heart-throb”, but proved him to be among the most captivating actors of his generation.

He says he couldn’t resist the opportunity to come to the capital. “There was something exciting about doing a play that feels very New York in London,” Chalamet explains of taking on the part. He’s a diehard theatre fan, too, revealing he saw the six-and-a-half-hour epic The Inheritance – twice. “There are films like The Dark Knight or Punch-Drunk Love or Parasite that can give you a special feeling. But nothing will be like seeing Death of a Salesman on Broadway with Philip Seymour Hoffman or A Raisin in the Sun with Denzel Washington.”

Herzog’s writing particularly spoke to him. “Leo’s in a stasis that was very appealing to me,” he continues. “We find our crisis in moments of stasis, but there’s an irony to it when you’re young, because the law of the land would have you think that to be young is to be having fun, to be coming into your own. But as everyone at this age who’s going through it knows, it’s often a shitshow.”

It’s safe to say that, in casting terms, director Matthew Warchus, also artistic director of The Old Vic, has hit the jackpot. He first took the play to Atkins three years ago, but it was only towards the end of 2019 that Chalamet came on board. When it was announced, in December, that Hollywood’s heir apparent to Leonardo DiCaprio would be making his London stage debut, the news was met with a level of hysteria not usually associated with the 202-year-old theatre’s crowd.

“Oh, my friends have told me who the audience is,” Atkins chimes in when I ask who they think will be coming to see the show. “It’s 40 per cent girls who want to go to bed with Timothée, it’s 40 per cent men who want to go to bed with Timothée, and it’s 20 per cent my old faithfuls.” Is Chalamet prepared for the onslaught? “I think it will be 100 per cent Eileen’s faithfuls,” he demurs.

On the surface, they can seem quite the odd couple. Chalamet, raised in Manhattan by an American dancer-turned-realtor mother and French father, an in-house editor at the United Nations, may be living a breathless, nomadic movie-star life but there’s an iron core of Gen Z earnestness there. He arrives on set with minimal fuss, even deciding to wear the clothes he came in for one shot, before knocking out some push-ups, politely ordering an omelette and generally being divinely well-mannered.

He turns on the star power for the camera, though, and I can confirm it’s as dazzling up close as it is on the red carpet, where he has, famously, casually redrawn the rules for male dressing. From that Louis Vuitton sparkly bib at the 2018 Golden Globes, to a dove-grey satin Haider Ackermann tux at Venice last year, he’s a true fashion darling. Then, of course, there’s his dating life – from Lourdes Ciccone Leon to Lily-Rose Depp – that remains an endless source of fascination to millions worldwide. (All this, it must be said, is of significantly less interest to Dame Eileen.)

Atkins started dance lessons aged three, shortly before the start of the Second World War. By 12, she was performing professionally in pantomime, not far from where she grew up in north London, the youngest daughter in a working-class family. A fast-established theatre star, wider fame didn’t find her until late in life. Despite memorable turns in Upstairs, Downstairs and Gosford Park, it was the 2000 television hits Cranford and Doc Martin, when she was in her early seventies, that finally made her a household name. Today, she lives alone in west London, since her second husband, the TV and film producer Bill Shepherd, died in 2016. She has often spoken of being happily childless, and has zero time for razzmatazz.

And yet, despite their differences, the pair appear perfectly matched. They already have their grandmother-grandson dynamic down pat. Atkins does a fine line in mischievous eyebrow-raising, and at one point recites a limerick that is, honestly, so rude it almost makes her co-star blush. Chalamet, meanwhile, is politeness personified, still trying to work out his thoughts on various subjects, less inclined to give so much of himself away. There is a physical likeness, too, in their delicate features and fine bone structure. They share a naturally melancholic look, one that melts away when they laugh.

Their upcoming play, which premiered to rapturous reviews Off-Broadway in 2011, “about a block” from Chalamet’s high school, LaGuardia, could have been written for them. “Other than not being American, I’m very like the old woman,” says Atkins of the Pulitzer-shortlisted play. “I can’t be bothered to learn the internet.” If there’s one thing she won’t tolerate in rehearsals, it’s people on their phones. That’s the only thing that will “piss me off ”, she says, brusquely.

Ah, phones. Are they really the symbol of generational disconnect? “It’s easy to point to these things,” Chalamet says, tapping his phone on the table, “as the cause or the symptom, but I think my generation is a guinea pig generation of sorts. We’re figuring out the pros and cons and limits of technology.”

Equally, Atkins is keen to distance herself from some of the criticism levelled at her age group. “There’s a saying isn’t there: if you’re not very left wing when you’re young, you’re heartless. And if you’re not very right wing when you’re old, you’re foolish. I’m not political, but I’m not with this government I can assure you – and I’m not with Brexit. I wanted to wear a sweater saying ‘I did not vote Brexit’, because it was all old people who did. Not me, not me,” she snaps. “I went on the march.”

Both are in agreement that intergenerational friendships are too rare these days. “So. Important,” Chalamet says, hitting the table between each word. “There is so much to learn from people who have walked the path of life. That’s why I’m so looking forward to these next couple of months.”

Atkins is thoughtful on the matter. “I don’t miss the fact I don’t have children, but I do envy my friends who have grandchildren,” she says. “About five or six years ago I met a couple of young people – they are just about 30 this year – and, do you know, we go out together. And people immediately say to me, ‘Are these your grandchildren?’ And I say, ‘No.’ And they say, ‘Your godchildren?’ And I say, ‘No, they’re just friends.’ Everybody thinks there is something weird about all three of us. They just don’t get it. But the boy makes me laugh more than anybody and the girl is enchanting. I have more fun with them than I do with almost anybody else.”

I remind Atkins about her description of today’s youth as being overly serious. “I do call them the New Puritans, yes,” she says, before motioning to her young co-star. “He probably drinks like a fish.”

Chalamet, currently single, is remaining tight-lipped about plans for his new London life, and how many late-night manoeuvres in Soho or Peckham it may involve. “I’ve got friends here, which is nice. But I’m here for this – to be terrified at The Old Vic.”

Before we leave, there is a final thing to clear up – Atkins’ aforementioned limerick. “Do you know about the Colin Farrell situation?” Eileen asks Timothée. No, comes his reply. “Better get it over with now because someone will tell you,” she says, proceeding to explain how, when she was “69, about to be 70” and filming Ask the Dust with a 27-year-old Farrell, “he made a pass at me. He came to my hotel room. He was enchanting. I let him chat for two hours, thoroughly enjoying it, but no not that. He was very cross I didn’t.”

But then, she explains guiltily, she later told the story during “some stupid TV show” (Loose Women), where despite her best efforts at keeping Farrell’s identity secret, the internet did its thing and news got out. An apology to Farrell was required. “So I left a limerick on Colin’s phone…” she says. She clears her throat: “There once was a **** of a dame…” she begins, in her imitable theatrical timbre, before reeling off one of the filthiest rhymes I’ve ever heard.

There is a moment of stunned laughter. “Wow, that’s sincerely amazing,” comes Chalamet’s response, as Atkins finishes the verse. He gives her a solemn oath: “I promise I won’t hit on you.”

4000 Miles is at The Old Vic, SE1, from 6 April

#timmy #timothee chalamet #4000 miles #british vogue app #Eileen Atkins #my edit

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DRABBLE TIME. Give me some requests!

So I don’t own these, and I would love to give credit to whom ever compiled this list of dialogue prompts but I can’t find the original poster so if you know who I can give to credit too please message me.

Writing Prompts:

Angst:

1: " Give me a chance. "

2: " Not you again.. "

3: " Leave me alone. "

4: " I don't love you anymore. "

5: " Why do you hate me? "

6: " I lost the baby. "

7: " I thought you loved me. "

8: " I don't need you anymore. "

9:" I can't believe you! "

10: " We cant keep this up forever. "

11: " You're a monster. "

12: " I hate you. "

13: " Don't leave me... "

14: " You're a disappointment. "

15: " Don't die on me– Please. "

16: " I never meant to hurt you. "

17: " Are you upset with me? "

18: " I wish i'd never met you. "

19: " I'm going to kill you! "

20: " Please don't hurt me like this. "

21: " Thanks for nothing. "

22: " Dont call this number again. "

23: " Why did you spare me? "

24: " You need to leave. "

25: " I'm sick. "

26: " I'm dying. "

27: " I wish i'd never met you. "

28: " I thought we were family!"

29: " There was never an us. "

30: " So that's it? It's over? "

31: " I fucked up. "

32: " I came to say goodbye. "

33:" He's dead because of you. "

34: " I don't deserve to be loved. "

35: " About the baby... Its yours. "

Love:

36: " I'm so in love with you. "

37: " Dance with me! "

38: " Isn't this amazing? "

39: " I wish we could stay like this forever. "

40: " Will you marry me? "

41: " I'm pregnant. "

42: " I need a hug. "

43: " You're special to me. "

44: " I'm going to keep you safe. "

45: " Do you trust me? "

46: " Can I kiss you right now? "

47: " You're cute when you're angry. "

48: " I've liked you for awhile now. "

49: " Lets have a baby. "

50: " We'd make such a cute couple. "

51: " I want to take care of you. "

52: " Can we cuddle? "

53: " It's lonely here without you. "

54: " I can't stand the thought of loosing you. "

55: " Shut up and kiss me already. "

56: " Are you flirting with me? "

57: " Is that my shirt? "

58: " How did we get here? "

59: " You own my heart. "

60: " You'd be a great dad. "

61: " You'd be a great mom. "

62: " I want to protect you. "

63: " Whats the matter? "

64: " You're so beautiful. "

65: " Did you do something different with your hair? "

66: " Is that a new perfume? "

67: " Stop being so cute. "

68: " You're making me blush! "

69: " You're teasing me again... "

70: " This is why I fell in love with you. "

71: " You're the best! "

72: " They're going to love you, don't worry! "

73: " Oh, Are you ticklish? "

74: " Of course I remembered! "

75: " You're one hell of a girl. "

76: " You're one hell of a guy. "

77: " Are you jealous? "

78: " Hold me and never let me go. "

79: " Stop hogging all the blankets! "

80: " Lets run away together. "

General:

90: " Catch me if you can! "

91: " I'm fine. "

92: " Are you drunk? "

93: " Are you high? "

94: " We cant go in there... "

95: " Give it back! "

96: " Well this is just great. "

97: " Don't touch me. "

98: " Not sure if you could tell, but I'm not exactly a people person. "

99: " This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!"

100: " I didn't do it! "

101: " I did it... "

102: " I don't remember that! "

103: " Well that's pretty rude of you to say. "

104: " Get that thing away from me! "

105: " You owe me. "

106: " Do you believe in aliens? "

107: " Do you believe in ghosts? "

108: " Are you hitting on me? "

109: " Why are you naked? "

110: " You did what?! "

111: " You have... Superpowers? "

112: " Why are you bleeding? "

113: " Where did all these puppies come from?"

114: " Don't make me come over there myself! "

115: " That wasn't funny. "

116: " This tastes horrible. "

117: " This is delicious! "

118: " Are you mad at me? "

119: " Stop ignoring me... "

120: " I love that show too! "

121: " Can I borrow that book of yours?"

122: " Lets blow this joint. "

123: " Let me help you with that. "

124: " Take that back! "

125: " Wanna go see a movie with me? "

126: " No way, that's so lame. "

127: " What are you listening to? "

128: " I brought you your coffee. "

129: " Don't fuck this up. "

130: " Run! "

131: " Lets run away together. "

132: " I haven't slept in four days... "

133: " Your turn to do the dishes. "

134: " Was I really that drunk? "

135: " Was I really that stoned? "

136: "Give me back my phone! "

137: " You're an asshole. "

138: " Are you cold? "

139: " This place gives me the creeps. "

140: " I swear my house is haunted. "

141: " Did you hear that? "

142: " It's just your imagination. "

143: " Just how stupid do you think I am? "

144: " Stop being such a baby. "

145: " Go back to bed. "

146: " Are you okay? "

147: " I can take care of myself just fine."

148: " Thanks for helping me back there. "

149: " Since when have we ever been friends? "

150: " What on earth are you wearing? "

151: " I can't feel my legs! "

152: " Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. "

153: " Put me down! "

154: " There's only one bed... "

155: " It isn't what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is... "

156: " How did I loose it? "

157: " I read your diary. "

158: " This is awkward. "

159: " Didn't you read the sign? "

160: " Do you think you can teach me that? "

Sexual:

161: " Bite me. "

162: " Make me. "

163: " Fuck me. "

164: " Stop teasing me so much... "

165: " Do you like it when I touch you like that?"

166: " Okay.. This is new. "

167: " Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? "

168: " You're in trouble now. "

169: " What a pretty sight. "

170: " Bend over. "

171: " On your knees. "

172: " The food looks great but.. There's something much more delicious i'd like to eat right now. "

173: " Lay back. "

174: " Take off your clothes. "

175: " Well, fine; just this once. "

176: " I'm waiting. "

177: " You're so beautiful. "

178:" As you wish. "

179: " First one to make a noise looses."

180: " You have no idea what you do to me. "

181: " If you're bored; Wanna have sex? "

182: " Ive wanted this for so long. "

183: " Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. "

184: " Can I touch you? "

185: " Open up. "

186: " No strings attached. "

187: " Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? "

188: " Mine. "

189: " The nights still young. "

190: " We cant do that here! "

191: " Behave. "

192:" What did you just say? "

193: " Good girl. "

194: " Good boy. "

195: " Come here. "

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Prompt idea list!

@alkow @diaryofafan17 I hope this could give you some ideas. We need more for our man

Angst:

1: “ Give me a chance. ”

2: “ Not you again.. ”

3: “ Leave me alone. ”

4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ Why do you hate me? ”

6: “ I lost the baby. ”

7: “ I thought you loved me. ”

8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ”

9: “ I can’t believe you! ”

10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ”

11: “ You’re a monster. ”

12: “ I hate you. ”

13: “ Don’t leave me… ”

14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ”

16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ Are you upset with me? ”

18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ I’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ Thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ Dont call this number again. “

23: “ Why did you spare me? ”

24: “ You need to leave. ”

25: “ I’m sick. ”

26: “ I’m dying. ”

27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ I thought we were family!”

29: “ There was never an us. ”

30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”

31: “ I fucked up. ”

32: “ I came to say goodbye. ”

33: “He’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ About the baby… Its yours.”

Love:

36: “ I’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ Dance with me! ”

38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever.”

40: “ Will you marry me? ”

41: “ I’m pregnant. ”

42: “ I need a hug. ”

43: “ You’re special to me. ”

44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ Do you trust me? ”

46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”

47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ Lets have a baby. ”

50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ I want to take care of you. ”

52: “ Can we cuddle? ”

53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ”

55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ Are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ Is that my shirt? ”

58: “ How did we get here? ”

59: “ You own my heart. ”

60: “ You’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ You’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ I want to protect you. ”

63: “ Whats the matter? ”

64: “ You’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ Is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ Stop being so cute. ”

68: “ You’re making me blush! ”

69: “ You’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”

71: “ You’re the best! ”

72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”

74: “ Of course I remembered! ”

75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ Are you jealous? ”

78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “ Lets run away together. ”

General:

81: “ Catch me if you can! ”

82: “ I’m fine. ”

83: “ Are you drunk? ”

84: “ Are you high? ”

85: “ We cant go in there… ”

86: “ Give it back! ”

87: “ Well this is just great. ”

88: “ Don’t touch me. ”

89: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”

90: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”

91: “ I didn’t do it! ”

92: “ I did it… ”

93: “ I don’t remember that! ”

94: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

95: “ Get that thing away from me! ”

96: “ You owe me. ”

97: “ Do you believe in aliens? ”

98: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ”

99: “ Are you hitting on me? ”

100: “ Why are you naked? ”

101: “ You did what?! ”

102: “ You have… Superpowers? ”

103: “ Why are you bleeding? ”

104: “ Where did all these puppies come from?”

105: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ”

106: “ That wasn’t funny. ”

107: “ This tastes horrible. ”

108: “ This is delicious! ”

109: “ Are you mad at me? ”

110: “ Stop ignoring me… ”

111: “ I love that show too! ”

112: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?”

113: “ Lets blow this joint. ”

114: “ Let me help you with that. ”

115: “ Take that back! ”

116: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ”

117: “ No way, that’s so lame. ”

118: “ What are you listening to? ”

119: “ I brought you your coffee. ”

120: “ Don’t fuck this up. ”

121: “ Run! ”

122: “ Lets run away together. ”

123: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”

124: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ”

125: “ Was I really that drunk? ”

126: “ Was I really that stoned? ”

127: “Give me back my phone! ”

128: “ You’re an asshole. ”

129: “ Are you cold? ”

130: “ This place gives me the creeps. ”

131: “ I swear my house is haunted. ”

132: “ Did you hear that? ”

133: “ It’s just your imagination. ”

134: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ”

135: “ Stop being such a baby. ”

136: “ Go back to bed. ”

137: “ Are you okay? ”

138: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”

139: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ”

140: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ”

141: “ What on earth are you wearing? ”

142: “ I can’t feel my legs! ”

143: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

144: “ Put me down! ”

145: “ There’s only one bed… ”

146: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”

147: “ How did I loose it? ”

148: “ I read your diary. ”

149: “ This is awkward. ”

150: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ”

151: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”

#prompt #prompt list

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My unpopular opinion: Chiron is a horrible teacher, protector, whatever. He’s as bad dumbledor. He often manipulates children and put them in danger? Also is RR really trying to tell me not one single demigod from before percy’s generation made it to adulthood? Not even demigods of minor gods? If not then why haven’t we heard from them, why weren’t they called to fight in the war so that literal children didn’t have to? I have more but I’m not brave enough to post them lol

Fuck, I gotta check my asks more often. Too much stuff laying around and oh please people! Send your stuff in! Don’t be shy! It’s so interesting to see what’s on your mind! Let’s have that conversation and ask me!! :D I mean a bunch of people agreed and disagreed with my stances (Part 1/Part 2), let’s see how I feel about yours!

Anyway HERE WE GO BOYS! LET’S GO LESBIANS LET’S GO!

LET’S HAVE THAT WHOLE DAMN ESSAY!

Chiron is clearly a self insert from Riordan. I mean come on…

That’s a solid Chiron if I see one. Which is pretty ironic as Chiron’s the shitty teacher who we all know and love. Got something to admit, Riordan? You as a former teacher? HMM?

Hiding incompetence under the disguise of the gentle old wise teacher is definitely something that Dumbledore and Chiron share. Chiron is the old centaur who lived for aeons and helped out the most famous heroes of their times, so shouldn’t modern times be considered to be an easier job for him? He’s barely present, highkey vague and has absolutely no problems with tossing children literally out into the open across the entire fucking US and A to clean the gods’ bathroom messes.

Had the heroes been in their 20s like in the original myths (or even older) it would’ve made more sense to let them find their own ways. It would be rude, but somewhat okay. You could expect adults to find the way and connect the dots. But this is just messing with a bunch of 12 year olds because you can at this point.

Chiron is that supposed sweet teacher that just fucks up. We all had one, you know the one. Seems gentle and nice and but has clearly chosen the wrong job. Don’t know if that’s the trauma of living that long and/or seeing kids dying constantly that’s hitting him in the back of the head.

I have the feeling that people are projecting their teacher fantasies on to him just like step-father fantasies that include Paul. Because we want a guide who is trustworthy, we want an authoritative figure that we can share our concerns with and who guides us to solid solutions without betraying our trust.

But like I said, he’s essentially sending out kids to deathly missions and encouraging deep traumas. Yes, we can partially blame Chiron, but most of the blame goes to the gods who enable and encourage this weird dynamic. Would all of them straight up cut the bullshit and mostly resolve their own issues without using their children as pawns, it would’ve been easier for everyone involved. Additionally, there are many kids in camp to keep busy, look after and care for. I don’t know how many there were pre-TLO but I’d assume the number was in the hundreds? Of course, in larger cabins are camp counsellors that help out and guide next to camp schedules. But since Percy’s the only kid in the Poseidon cabin I guess that thought went south? Percy being the special kid would actually mean that there should be a focus on him unless you’re going for the “I’m neutral” spiel. Chiron knew from day one that Percy was walking Poseidon seed, come on.

Also like I somewhat implied, seeing people die left and right might have impacted Chiron to make him feel indifferent/despressed (could also be a stretch, who knows). Which isn’t an excuse, but might explain some takes. Explaining the same stuff for millennia in its essentials is probably getting tiring.

I think this is the third time that I mentioned it on my blog but showing and telling are the most powerful story telling concepts/fundamentals and you see Rowling and Riordan constantly failing at that which is concerning. Instead of Chiron (or Dumbledore) just simply getting down to the point and telling and explaining stuff briefly, he only eludes, vaguely formulates and it is simply confusing especially for a child in a brand new environment who just lost his mother (if we’re speaking about TLT). This does nothing but add more stress in such a fragile situation especially when a new and bigger threat makes its way.

There’s also the discussion on how much of Greek myth Percy actually gets. He has the basic/ obvious knowledge which many tend to forget. He doesn’t come in with no knowledge. He had Latin classes back at the academy, he studies with Annabeth, he knows some of the monsters. What he simply doesn’t know, is the magic of it all. That is the most confusing part for him.

The actual magic is not explained, which it doesn’t have to be in all of its entirety, but needs to be addressed somehow and gradually.

Percy asking a simple question like how the camp stays sunny and covered 24/7 and how the wardens work and Chiron casually sitting here like you a stoopid one

doesn’t help.

What many people forget: Magic doesn’t erase logic. Even in a magical setting, unless clearly stated, there has to be some kind of logic to connect the dots. It doesn’t need to be a clear cut A to B, but it should be comprehensible for both the readers and the characters in a particular situation. And that’s just not happening for Percy as the character. This also sets up the premise of Percy being ”stupid” which he isn’t. He is surrounded by incompetent teachers and staff that don’t bother telling him how things work and assume that he’ll just manage.

Yeah. Both Dumbledore and Chiron are awfulness in a sweet calm disguise.

Onto part two of the ask. I have had so many talks with people on that exact problem. It simply boils down to one issue:

Rick Riordan‘s inconsistency in world building and setting. The story telling doesn’t make any sense.

So kids are dying like flies before 18 but many are also super famous and in powerful positions? Many are historical figures that made it well over 18? Make that make sense. Also was WW2 supposed to be kicked off by some 12 year olds with that logic? The biggest man made catastrophe of the modern era boiled down to a bunch of fighting kids? No. We all know it. Just simply no. I actually don’t mind the WW2 background but Riordan should’ve given it another thought and be a bit more sensitive…? Like the whole fascist gang being team Hades? Uhh… sure…. nope.

Also the same logic applies to Civil War? You’re telling me a bunch of kids were supposed to have started this stance? Who was for and who was against slavery then? What in the actual fuck? Using children as child soldiers to stand in for these large complex historical issues that stretch over years and show many of humanity’s horrifying sides is just….eh.

No. This whole thing about campers dying as soon as they reach the magic number of 18 are either bedtime stories to scare the kids or toughen them up orrrr my guess, Riordan actually managed yet again to fuck up his own lore.

It’s the same logic with New Rome. You have a whole city full of adults but have a few kids run that bitch? You did your ten years of service as a child soldier and then do one of these?

As if adults magically exit this world. Like is that the reason why Percy’s been 17 for a whole damn decade? Because otherwise he gotta hand riptide in and all of the boys scout medals he has collected so far? Adults would’ve had the experience and expertise to win those fights but it would break the magic and charm of the books that a bunch of kids are saving the world for the younger demographic. Let’s do not forget that the targeted audience of the books are middle schoolers. Makes somewhat sense with PJO but with HOO Riordan really shot himself in the leg. He should’ve matured the OG characters at least.

(Also speaking about the actual myths again. A good chunk of them died in their 20s/30s/40s. Odysseus guided as an old man. The heroes weren’t twelve and dipping by the age of 16. The Trojan war went on for 10 years for example. So whereas the real Perseus lived a longer life and had a somewhat happy ending in comparison to his peers, he wasn’t the only one that made it into adulthood.)

Riordan mixing up his own lore is just a shame. Yes, it’s human and he already gets a lot of flag for other stuff. I also get it as a writer with my fanfic where I really have to scroll up to search tiny details that I’ve embedded and not noted down. Perhaps it’s my inner capitalist speaking, but for I’m way more forgiving towards a free product, a gift like a fanfic, rather than something I’ve paid actual money for when it comes to this. The process of publishing a book is large. You mean to tell me that there was no editor at Disney that bothered to fact check? Riordan got a check from us all and doesn’t even bother looking up his own stuff. A little bit more effort, Ricardo. Please. You have an entire damn wiki you could use to check for free if you’re too lazy to read your own books/don’t use authors softwares. Like what?

It’s stupid. You know it, I know it. And as you can see, I fully agree with you.

#ask #ask me anons #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #chiron #chb #rr crit #rick riordan #hoo #heroes of olympus #my rants #camp half-blood #dumbledore #pjo hot takes

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lilulo-12fanfiction · 5 years ago

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Taking Requests

Hey guys! I’m dying for some imagine requests! Here’s what you can send them in for:

Avengers (Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor Odinson)

Supernatural

Arrow

The Flash

TVD

The Originals

Prompts-

1: “ Give me a chance.

”2: “ Not you again..

”3: “ Leave me alone. ”

4: “stop looking at me like that.” “but you’re so pretty.”

5: “that’s not what i meant and you know it.

”6: “ I lost the baby. ”

7: “ I thought you loved me. ”

8: “i think i was waiting my whole life for you.”

9:“ I can’t believe you! ”

10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ”

11: “ You’re a monster. ”

12: “ I hate you. ”

13: “ Don’t leave me… ”

14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ Don’t die on me– Please.

”16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ Are you upset with me? ”

18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ I’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ Thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ Dont call this number again. “

23: “ Why did you spare me? ”

24: “ You need to leave. ”

25: “ I’m sick. ”

26: “ I’m dying.

”27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ I thought we were family!”

29: “ There was never an us. ”

30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”

31: “ I fucked up. ”

32: “ I came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ He’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved.

35: “it’s midnight and you aren’t answering your phone. where are you?!”

Love:

36: “ I’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ Dance with me! ”

38: “ Isn’t this amazing?

39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever.

”40: “ Will you marry me? ”

41: “ I’m pregnant. ”

42: “ I need a hug. ”

43: “ You’re special to me.

”44: “ I’m going to keep you safe.

”45: “ Do you trust me? ”

46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”

47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ Lets have a baby.

”50: “ We’d make such a cute couple.

”51: “ I want to take care of you. ”

52: “ Can we cuddle? ”

53: “ It’s lonely here without you.

”54: “ I can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ Are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ Is that my shirt? ”

58: “ How did we get here? ”

59: “ You own my heart.

”60: “ You’d be a great dad.

”61: “ You’d be a great mom.

”62: “ I want to protect you. ”

63: “ Whats the matter? ”

64: “ You’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ Is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ Stop being so cute. ”

68: “ You’re making me blush! ”

69: “ You’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”

71: “ You’re the best! ”

72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”

74: “ Of course I remembered! ”

75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ You’re one hell of a guy.

77: “ Are you jealous? ”

78: “ Hold me and never let me go.

”79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”

General:

90: “ Catch me if you can! ”

91: “ I’m fine. ”

92: “ Are you drunk?

”93: “ Are you high?

”94: “ We cant go in there…

”95: “ Give it back!

”96: “ Well this is just great.

”97: “ Don’t touch me.

”98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person.

”99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!

”100: “ I didn’t do it! ”

101: “ I did it… ”

102: “ I don’t remember that! ”

103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ Get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ You owe me. ”

106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ Are you hitting on me?

”109: “ Why are you naked?

”110: “ You did what?! ”

111: “ You have… Superpowers? ”

112: “ Why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?

”114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself!

”115: “ That wasn��t funny. ”

116: “ This tastes horrible. ”

117: “ This is delicious! ”

118: “ Are you mad at me? ”

119: “ Stop ignoring me…

”120: “ I love that show too!

”121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?”

122: “ Lets blow this joint. ”

123: “ Let me help you with that. ”

124: “ Take that back! ”

125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ What are you listening to? ”

128: “ I brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ Run! ”

131: “ Lets run away together. ”

132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ Was I really that drunk? ”

135: “ Was I really that stoned? ”

136: “Give me back my phone! ”

137: “ You’re an asshole. ”

138: “ Are you cold? ”

139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ Did you hear that? ”

142: “ It’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am?

”144: “ Stop being such a baby.

”145: “ Go back to bed. ”

146: “ Are you okay? ”

147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ Thanks for helping me back there.

”149: “ Since when have we ever been friends?

”150: “ What on earth are you wearing?

”151: “ I can’t feel my legs!

”152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ Put me down! ”

154: “ There’s only one bed… ”

155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”

156: “ How did I loose it? ”

157: “ I read your diary. ”

158: “ This is awkward. ”

159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”

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Prompts

Angst:

1: “ Give me a chance. ”

2: “ Not you again.. ”

3: “ Leave me alone. ”

4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ Why do you hate me? ”

6: “ I lost the baby. ”

7: “ I thought you loved me. ”

8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ”

9:“ I can’t believe you! ”

10: “ We can’t keep this up forever. ”

11: “ You’re a monster. ”

12: “ I hate you. ”

13: “ Don’t leave me… ”

14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ”

16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ Are you upset with me? ”

18: “ I wish I’d never met you. ”

19: “ I’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ Thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ Don’t call this number again. “

23: “ Why did you spare me? ”

24: “ You need to leave. ”

25: “ I’m sick. ”

26: “ I’m dying. ”

27: “ I wish I’d never met you. ”

28: “ I thought we were family!”

29: “ There was never an us. ”

30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”

31: “ I fucked up. ”

32: “ I came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ He’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ About the baby… It’s yours. ”

Love:

36: “ I’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ Dance with me! ”

38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ”

40: “ Will you marry me? ”

41: “ I’m pregnant. ”

42: “ I need a hug. ”

43: “ You’re special to me. ”

44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ Do you trust me? ”

46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”

47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ I’ve liked you for a while now. ”

49: “Let’s have a baby. ”

50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ I want to take care of you. ”

52: “ Can we cuddle? ”

53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ I can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ Are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ Is that my shirt? ”

58: “ How did we get here? ”

59: “ You own my heart. ”

60: “ You’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ You’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ I want to protect you. ”

63: “ What’s the matter? ”

64: “ You’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ Is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ Stop being so cute. ”

68: “ You’re making me blush! ”

69: “ You’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”

71: “ You’re the best! ”

72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”

74: “ Of course I remembered! ”

75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ Are you jealous? ”

78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “Let’s run away together. ”

General:

90: “ Catch me if you can! ”

91: “ I’m fine. ”

92: “ Are you drunk? ”

93: “ Are you high? ”

94: “ We can’t go in there… ”

95: “ Give it back! ”

96: “ Well this is just great. ”

97: “ Don’t touch me. ”

98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”

99: “ This was fun— Let’s do it again sometime!”

100: “ I didn’t do it! ”

101: “ I did it… ”

102: “ I don’t remember that! ”

103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ Get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ You owe me. ”

106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ Are you hitting on me? ”

109: “ Why are you naked? ”

110: “ You did what?! ”

111: “ You have… Superpowers? ”

112: “ Why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?”

114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ”

115: “ That wasn’t funny. ”

116: “ This tastes horrible. ”

117: “ This is delicious! ”

118: “ Are you mad at me? ”

119: “ Stop ignoring me… ”

120: “ I love that show too! ”

121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?”

122: “Let’s blow this joint. ”

123: “ Let me help you with that. ”

124: “ Take that back! ”

125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ What are you listening to? ”

128: “ I brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ Run! ”

131: “Let’s run away together. ”

132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ Was I really that drunk? ”

135: “ Was I really that stoned? ”

136: “Give me back my phone! ”

137: “ You’re an asshole. ”

138: “ Are you cold? ”

139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ Did you hear that? ”

142: “ It’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ”

144: “ Stop being such a baby. ”

145: “ Go back to bed. ”

146: “ Are you okay? ”

147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ”

149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ”

150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ”

151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ”

152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ Put me down! ”

154: “ There’s only one bed… ”

155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay... Maybe it is… ”

156: “ How did I lose it? ”

157: “ I read your diary. ”

158: “ This is awkward. ”

159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”

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I didn’t intend for it to get like 1.3k words but I hope you folks will forgive me for this slightly longer than normal spiciness u3u

And tumblr has now become allergic to doing readmores on asks so I guess this is how I’m uploading these from now on

Me (2:30 a.m.): Hey Dante Me (2:30 a.m.): Are you awake?

You squeeze your eyes shut and hesitate a moment. It was really late at night, maybe you shouldn’t– but then it had already been a week since the last time you and Dante were able to speak, right? He had to be hoping for a message too, right?

You click send before you can talk yourself out of it, pressing your phone to your chest. The second it touches your skin it buzzes with a notification. You jolt with it, fumbling to unlock it and open your messages.

Dante (2:30 a.m.): Tfdddfff

You roll your eyes and snort, affection blooming in your chest.

Me (2:31 a.m.): Uh, I’m guessing that’s a “kinda”

A moment passes, then another. You were half expecting another response, but Dante’s probably falling back asleep. Best get to business. You click into your photo gallery, browse through the pictures you took earlier. If you didn’t have at least one thing prepared, you knew you’d lose your nerve- you hadn’t exactly done this before…

You select your favorite picture of the set. The shot starts just at your half cheeky, half shy smile- a smile that says it knows the way Dante’s eyes will trail slowly down to your breasts, cupped and pushed up to full advantage by the delicate red lace of your new lingerie set. You squeeze your eyes shut again and desperately try to send it like that, fumbling to press the arrow without having to look. You only know you’ve sent it when your phone buzzes with the reply.

Me (2:40 a.m.): <Image Sent>

Dante (2:40 a.m.): oh damn

Me (2:40 a.m.): That got you up fast!

Dante (2:41 a.m.): you have no idea Dante (2:41 a.m.): you look damn good in that Dante (2:41 a.m.): is it new?

Me (2:42 a.m.): I bought it like a week ago, it was supposed to be a surprise for when you came back home :/

Dante (2:42 a.m.): sorry babe Dante (2:42 a.m.): didnt mean for this mission to go on so long

Me (2:42 a.m.): I miss you

Dante (2:43 a.m.): i miss you too babe Dante (2:43 a.m.): you feeling a little frustrated? Dante (2:43 a.m.): i can help you out if you want

Despite yourself, you feel your cheeks burn up. You initiated this and yet he still finds a way to make you blush about it.

Me (2:44 a.m.): Wow, how brave

Dante (2:45 a.m.): answering your booty calls is serious work but someone has to do it Dante (2:46 a.m.): speaking of which Dante (2:46 a.m.): is that top part of a matching set?

You snort and shimmy up the bed, leaning on your side against the headboard. You open your camera and snap another picture- a shot down the length of your legs and a generous peek at the curve of your ass.

Me (2:50 a.m.): <Image Sent>

Me (2:57 a.m.): Dante? You still there?

Dante (3:00 a.m.): damn, just damn Dante (3:01 a.m.): have i ever mentioned how much i love you in thigh highs?

Me (3:02 a.m.): Once or twice maybe~ Me (3:02 a.m.): You always shred them whenever I try to wear them in bed

Dante (3:03 a.m.): what can I say, babe Dante (3:03 a.m.): you just have this effect on me Dante (3:04 a.m.): <Image Received>

You stop typing your response, eyebrows flicking up in surprise as you sink down into the bed. You click on the icon to download the picture. After a torturous couple of seconds, it pops up.

Oh. You’d recognize that body anywhere. It’s a selfie kind of shot, framing Dante from chest to thighs. His shirt is pulled up at the middle- he’s holding it up by his teeth, letting you get an eyeful of his muscled torso, flexed taut. Show-off. Your eyes travel down his treasure trail to where he’s squeezing his length through his pants. He’s so hard already that you can see the full outline of it.

“Oh shit,” You whisper, digging your nails into your leg thoughtlessly.

Dante (3:08 a.m.): haha Dante (3:08 a.m.): earth to Y/N Dante (3:09 a.m.): gonna leave me hanging now that ive shown you the goods?

Me (3:10 a.m.): Goods? You’re being stingy.

You roll onto your back and slide your hand into your panties, fingers immediately diving to rub your clit. You gasp, knees twitching- damn, you’re already sensitive. You line up your camera, take a shot at the way your hand disappears under your waistband.

Me (3:12 a.m.): I thought you said you would help me out?

Dante (3:13 a.m.): sgow yoy mine if you show mr yourx

Me (3:13 a.m.): Lol you okay there?

Dante (3:14 a.m.): typing with one hand is hadr

You giggle, slide your panties down a couple of inches and take another picture.

Me (3:15 a.m.): <Image Sent> Me (3:15 a.m.): Show me yours?

Dante (3:16 a.m.): god damn Dante (3:16 a.m.): just you wait until i get home Dante (3:17 a.m.): <Image Received>

You click the image and as it downloads, notifications of Dante’s messages keep popping up.

Dante (3:17 a.m.): sit on my face and im gonna have a feast Dante (3:17 a.m.): bedroom, office, wherever

Dante’s picture opens and your face burns. Show you his indeed. It’s a shot from his point of view. His shirt is still rolled up but now his pants are open and he’s got his hand wrapped around his cock, on full display and shameless. You rub your palm against yourself and buck into it, moan bubbling up your chest. You slip your fingers in, working yourself slowly.

Me (3:18 a.m.): dante, more

Dante (3:19 a.m.): then im really gonna make up for lost time Dante (3:20 a.m.): you just tell me how you want it Dante (3:20 a.m.): and we see how many times i can make you come in one night

You bury your face in your pillow, squirming down against your hand. God, why didn’t you think about texting him like this before? Would’ve helped with plenty of lonely nights.

You try to type out a response but your hand trembles and you drop your phone, and to hell with it- you press the CALL button. He picks up on the first ring, and you tuck the phone against your shoulder as you try to rub your clit in time with your thrusts.

“B-” He starts, before you rudely cut him off with a moan. Then he’s laughing a little into his side of the phone, voice husky. “That doing it for you, babe?”

“K-keep talking!” You squeak, legs twitching with how close you are.

“Wish I could be there to see you come,” He pants into the reciever, “You always get so desperate, clawing me up like crazy and fucking yourself on my cock. It’s amazing.”

“Dante..!”

“I’ve been thinking about it every night since I got h-here…” He growls a little and you can tell he’s on the brink too. His voice drops down a lower tone. “C'mon, let me hear you come.”

You tumble over with a gasp and the phone slides off your shoulder onto the bed as you curl up, moaning Dante’s name over and over as you squeeze around your fingers.

It feels like it takes hours before you’re steady enough to grab your phone.

“Dante…?” You pant.

“Hey babe,” He chuckles, sounding just as winded as you. “Glad to hear you’re back.”

“S-sorry, I uh. Dropped the phone.”

“Did you? You were so loud I didn’t notice.”

“Dante!” You squeak, face heating up again. You can just hear the smirk in his voice.

“I’ll be back in a few days, call you before I’m heading out.” He hums a little. “Maybe you can give me a replay in person.”

#dd extra spicy #dante x reader #anon #request #also I never know when I should be uploading spicy shit?#should i leave it until way later at night?

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