#look if he and gilda are friends. it stands to reason he's met all of them at some point

[empiriical]

" hush, someone will hear you. " — @choicescreen

berga's expression turns further disgruntled, as if offended by the implication that he should lower his voice. "are you sure you're a friend of maiza's?" his brow furrows, face betraying confusion && uncertainty ; his voice does drop slightly, but more in hesitation. normally, he'd turn to luck for clarity, but luck's not here at the moment. he cracks his knuckles. he'd come out here to throw his weight around a little, but now that it seems he won't be doing that, berga's not quite sure what to do instead. he's not exactly the diplomat of the family. he's not even that good a talker.

"i'm s'posed to believe you're a — what? a vampire?" despite his own immortality — something berga hasn't quite comprehended the full weight of — he seems skeptical of the concept existing in this form. "you're gonna have to do better than that. immortal or not, friend of the martillos or not, the gandors don't take kindly to strangers doing business on our turf." he gestures down the street toward the coraggioso. "'specially when you're the competition."

DRIVE MY CAR.

[themightyaliendwarf]

TPN s02e07

Whaaat...? An episode with an actually good pacing? How is that even possible? Oh, I know, that’s because the previous 6 were put on 10x speed, so the last 5 can slow down. But that doesn’t mean that this episode is without any flaws. Unfortunately, most of them are the result of the rest of this season. But let’s start from the beginning: 

1. I’m once again asking, when did Norman have time to research all of this. Also, how did he do it. I know that in the manga, he also just drops the lore on us, but because he had double the time to find out about it, I’m more likely to buy it. 

2. When Emma said that she wants to escape with all the children, I realized this one thing: if they do escape with everybody, this plan would have the same result as Norman’s. Sure, Emma probably wouldn’t care about the mass production farms (because anime clearly doesn’t) and the “Evil-Blood is still out there”, but as far as she knows, if humans escape, demons don’t have meat. So they devolve. Once again, we are proven that skipping important content can only harm you.

3. Okay, so the exit IS in Grace Field House. I honestly have no idea why they weren’t told it before. In the manga they did find out about it before they met Norman, so it literally wouldn’t change anything. But anyway, I’m happy they changed the location of the exit. 

4. Do you know why Norman should look older? Because when a literal baby tells you about genocide, it looks ridiculous. But! I have to admit, the lighting in this scene was phenomenal and Maaya Uchida absolutely killed those lines.

5. And here is where this episode suffers because skipping content. How will finding Mujika help Emma? I mean, they are looking for her in the manga (because Norman ‘tricks’ Don and Gilda), but finding her isn’t helping the main goal. We just found out that she failed to help her fellow demons 700 years ago, so why exactly Emma wants to find her. We know why Norman wants it and as for Emma... I guess she has nothing better to do? In the manga, she and Ray are going to reach the Seven Walls and forge the new promise which is an actual alternative to Norman’s plan. 

6. But then again, I like the little back-and-forth that Emma and Norman had. But I’m sad that Ray was just... there. Although, he doesn’t do anything in the manga as well, so I shouldn’t be too mad. 

7. So, the lambda disease is still a thing. Don’t know what we are going to do about it, since Adam isn’t there. And based on what I’ve seen thus fair, I don’t believe that CloverWorks would have courage to kill Norman. And here is where I will once again complain about the animation - the seizures are quite underwhelming, in my opinion. You know how when you stand up too fast, you get a bit dizzy and your vision gets cloudy - yeah, they remind me of that, not a deadly disease. Take a look at those pages from the manga:

I’m just going to say: it looks much worse in here. 

8. Friends, they robbed us out of this scene:

9. I’m happy that Don and Gilda will be included in the Mujika search, but, uhm... should they? They were the ones who were looking for her in the manga - sure - but the situation is different now. You literally left Nat and Anna with a bunch of younger kids who, as far as we know, don’t know how to gather food. I mean, Norman won’t take care of them (for some reason). In the manga they were safe in the Paradise Hideout, but here they live in an abandoned temple near the town where two demons has just been killed by Zazie. I don’t think I would feel comfortable with just leaving them there. Besides, they don’t have more demon disguises. This point might be a nitpick, but it bothers me a lot. 

10. Once again they mentioned radio - why? They literally haven’t done anything with it. I guess it will come in handy once they head to Grace Field, so I think they just don’t want us to forget about it.

11. And then we got the last scene... not gonna lie, it made me angry. Don’t get me wrong, I love it. But! It felt cheap. “Let’s show them an emotional scene from the last season, so they care more about this one”. They knew that this season lacks the truly emotional scenes, so they went for a cheap trick. Can I blame them? No, but I can have an opinion. Also, also, I think that the chose a good voice actor for Peter.

So! Best episode of the season by a long shot, but it suffers a lot because of the previous 6. I’m happy that we got something really good, but I’m sad that only now we are getting it. But if the next episodes are going to be similarly good, I will stop thinking that this season is a massive failure. For now, I’m not going to hope for anything and just wait.

[filmista]

Gilda (1946): An uncoventional femme fatale

-Isn't it wonderful? Nobody has to apologize, because we were both stinkers, weren't we? Isn't it wonderful? -Wonderful.

Gilda could be the ultimate example of a film in which a single scene transcends the entire film, making the viewer forget about everything. Some may not have even seen it yet, but they do know of that iconic striptease.

What is film noir without the relationship between the protagonists? What is left in a film noir when we strip it of this element, of those murky and sickly as well as fascinating relationships?

Make no mistake: the sophistication that characterizes film noir would be meaningless without the protagonists. And in this sense, Gilda has its own characteristics, something of a film noir, but with a development in its characters very different from the genre.

Here, the femme fatale doesn’t need a man to lead "to perdition." Her reason for being isn’t that, far from it. Therefore, Gilda breaks with that film noir rule; here the protagonists drag each other in that whirlpool that only brings misfortunes, which is resolved in a totally different way in this film. 

One of the characteristics of film noir is that of the love triangle although, in this case, we could speak of two love triangles, one of them very particular. At the beginning of the film, we see Ballin rescue Farrell from the street, from the underworld of Buenos Aires.

He has saved his life; one feels indebted and the other responsible for the act. Next we see the third component of this triangle, the cane. A cane that hides a  a deadly weapon.

Ballin: It is a most faithful and obedient friend: it is silent when I want it to be silent, but talks when I want it to talk.

Farrell: Is that your idea of a friend?

Ballin: That is my idea of a friend.

It’s not trivial to consider that cane as another member of the relationship between the two men; in fact, when Ballin introduces Gilda, Farrell says: "I thought we were three already”, referring to the cane. 

That strange triangle is agreed upon and closed with the following words by Ballin: “This I must be sure of, that there is no woman anywhere. Gambling and women do not mix.” Farrell becomes Ballin's right-hand, his best friend and confidant. 

And there it is, the second triangle, and this time, the real one. Ballin appears with his new wife, Gilda, Farrell's old love. As they walk up the stairs, guided by Gilda's siren song, Farrell mumbles an "I hope everything is as before", which sounds more like a wish that he knows won’t be fullfiled; his relationship with Ballin isn’t going to be the same as before. He stands at the bedroom door while we see on his face that he recognises the voice, that voice that he has heard sing so many times in the past.

Ballin tells him that "he seems stunned" listening from the doorway. When Farrell reminds him of the "no women" pact, Ballin replies "my wife is not a woman.” And it is then when Ballin asks Gilda the question:

-Ballin: Are you decent? -Gilda: Sure I’m decent.

The tension between Gilda and Farrell is evident. We don't know what happened between them (that could be another movie), but the wound there is palpable; Ballin is no stranger to that, he realises it perfectly. The Casino workers notice too, in fact they joke about it. When Ballin asks Gilda not to call him "Mr. Farrell", but Johnny, she says "Johnny is a very difficult name to remember and very easy to forget."

And here that obsessive triangle unfolds, so obsessive that, despite Ballin's suspicions that Johnny and his wife knew each other from before, he asks him to stay near her, to take care of her. It seems to be a game that Ballin enjoy. That macabre game reaches its height during a dinner in which the three share a table, in which they toast the misfortune of the woman who made Johnny suffer:

Ballin Mundson : Now then, before we were interrupted, I believe we were about to drink a toast. So: disaster to the wench who did wrong by our Johnny. No, Gilda? You won't drink to that?

Gilda : Why not? Disaster to the wench!

When Farrell admits to Ballin that they knew each other from before, he says, "I taught her what she knows." Up to that point we can imagine what Johnny has meant in Gilda's life. Thinking that Ballin is dead, Gilda and Johnny get married in a wedding that could predict what comes next: we only see her through a window, through the rain that falls outside.

Johnny begins to punish her by leaving her alone, humiliating her, to such an extent that she has to go see him at the office: “Hello. Do you remember me? I am Gilda, your wife ”. Farrell enjoys humiliating her; He lights her cigarette by placing the lighter at waist height, so she has to "bow" to light the cigarette.

She married Ballin out of revenge on Johnny, and he marries her to humiliate her. So much so, that their new home is dominated by a huge portrait of Ballin. She is a prey to her past. She tries to run away from Johnny, but wherever she tries to go, he torments her.

When everything is over, Gilda surrenders and decides to leave the country; He returns to ask her to leave together, while apologizing for his behavior: “We were both scoundrels. Isn’t it wounderful". That obsessive triangle becomes a couple of neurotics, in which with their strange relationship of emotional dependence., they feed each other until they reach the point of recognising that it’s wonderful that they don’t have to ask for forgiveness or that anyone is guilty of anything, the two have been just as awful.

But Ballin returns from the shadows to claim what is his: his wife.

But prophetically it’s a member of the previous triangle, the knife hidden in the cane, that is going to solve this triangle, and this time forever. Ballin dies at the hand of his best friend, 

The tagline for the film announced that "there is no woman like Gilda". There may not be a more iconic female character in film history. She has such strength on  screen that perhaps because of that the viewer may not have been able to judge her in depth. She has nothing to do with the rebellious woman we all thought her to, nor is she a man-eater; Gilda is simply different. She is a woman with an apparent happiness, that hides an immense sadness and melancholia. 

A woman who complains about "so many people and so much loneliness.” Her need for attention and love is palpable. From the moment she meets Johnny Farrell, The expression on her face changes: the past has returned. When Johnny first goes to the ballroom run by Ballin, he meets a beautiful woman and, when he asks about her they tell him: she is a harpy.

Harpies, fantastic beings with the face of a woman and the body of a bird of prey. In Greek mythology, they were the beings in charge to enforce the punishment of Zeus to Fineo, stealing his food. Later on, various traditions gave them malevolent connotations, carriers of catastrophes. 

When Ballin appears to be dead, Farrell finds himself between two harpies reading Ballin's will and instructions.

Gilda can’t be considered the classic film noir femme fatale. She seeks to torment Johnny, but in order to make him  jealous, her end goal is not money, as is often the case with the film noir woman; She is in love with him, she marries Ballin for money, yes, but it’s a question that Ballin was not oblivious to when he married her; for him she is a beautiful and hungry little girl. 

He feels like a man, he realises himself as such by feeding her. But Gilda's wound is very deep; referring to Farrell, she says: "I was once loyal to a man, and look what happened." Ballin justifies her marriage to him: “She said she was born the day she met me. The three of us have no past, only future. Interesting, right?". Those same words are the ones Johnny used when he met Ballin, who had been born the day he met him.

There are two very important themes in Gilda: hatred, hatred that’s been shaped by Gilda’s pain. She reiterates many times how much she hates Johnny, but it’s a simple excuse; She loves him so much that she has had to turn the feeling into hate as a barrier against pain: “Hate can be a very intense emotion (…). Hate is the only thing that warms me. ”

And Farrell in turn thinks about her: “I hated her so much that I couldn't forget her. I was in the air I breathed.” The reunion with Johnny makes her want to plunge into a self-destructive spiral that, that would destroy everything she knows.  Her words to Johnny are very significant: "I hate you so much that I would destroy myself to drag you down with me."

But the love game she plays with Johnny reveals something else: She doesn’t hesitate to be seen with other men to arouse his jealousy, a game into which she falls very easily. At the Carnival, with another identity, with a mask, they dance as it seems they did before. She’s mischievous: “I can help you regain practice. I mean dancing. "

He asks her to throw her hat back. He shoves her away violently while she laughs amused. The love-hate game between them is very powerful. We can’t forget the famous slap that he gives her ... although he doesn’t escape a few himself. The game of erotic power play and violence often present in film noir is very noticeable here. 

When he takes Gilda home, she does’t hesitate to stress again and again that they are alone. He can’t avoid the temptation and goes up to the bedroom. She has removed her disguise, she is Gilda again, a Gilda in the shadows. They hesitate whether to approach each other or not: "I hate you so much that I think I'm going to die from it ... darling." Their neurotic behaviour could be summed up in this phrase, in that kiss during which the two explode when they say that they hate each other to death.

Gilda’s death drive leads her to an obsessive superstition, another important theme in this film, in which she leaves her life and actions in the hands of that belief, she sees signs everywhere and subjects her life to that destiny. The night the three of them toast to the misfortune that Johnny suffered (herself), she is afraid to drink the glass, as if consuming the champagne closes a pact with the devil.

But after a moment of doubt, she drinks without hesitation, as if that liquid were a poison and she wanted to die right there. She doesn’t care that she’s toasting to her own misfortunes. She’s so superstitious that when she tells the maid, she asks her not to repeat it. Whilst being in luck at roulette someone says "lucky in the game, unlucky in love", and she stops playing to avoid tempting luck. On her wedding day with Johnny, a lonely, sad and glamorousness wedding, a wedding that we as spectators only see through a window, she says: “The rain has stopped. Maybe it means something. ”

Of course Gilda is not the typical film noir woman. She is a tremendously sad woman, sadness caused by love, and who seeks to flee from herself, from everything inside herself.

A woman afraid of her husband and destiny, fearful of life, in a word. In the end, feeling cornered by everyone, the only thing left for her to do is a farewell worthy of her, an iconic dance: She knows she’s being observed by everyone, especially by Johnny. A song in which she asks to blame someone else, "Put the blame on me."

Don't blame Gilda; she’s already fleeing Buenos Aires. But Johnny asks her to go with her. What was Gilda looking for? To be loved. Nothing more, nothing less. Gilda represents the “whore” who wants to emancipate herself to become a mother. Almost no woman in film noir is a mother, a femme fatale is not a mother, she’s a temporary distraction and obstacle to the hero. 

But Gilda wants to escape such a condition, and we could really see her as a loving mother and living together with Johnny. In Gilda the woman could be seen as a symptom of the man, Gilda comes to substitute those other symptoms that these men have (sadistic in the case of Ballin, vengeful in the case of Farrell), and take them out on her. 

Film noir always plays with appearances: nothing is what it seems to be. But in Gilda, this premise turns to "but in the end everything was what it seemed to be." That game of appearances, like at the Carnival, ends when the participants remove their mask, this time, in a violent way. Neither is Ballin the good Samaritan who saves lives altruistically, nor is his Casino his main activity, not even his death is true. We are shown his shadow on different occasions, in profile; we never see him fully.

Gilda and Johnny’s life is also a lie, to bear their pain. The Casino is itself a lie, a place that Ballin uses to hide his work, and that he has arranged to be able to  see without being seen. His office is upstairs, from where, thanks to a set of lights, blinds and windows, he can see everything, like an omniscient God.

It’s the only way out of the suffocating atmosphere of the game room. Gilda is no stranger to what that game of points of view can provide to her, on two occasions she knows she’s being observed by Johnny, she seeks to be observed by him, but she doesn’t see him watching her, as if he doesn't want to see her face and guess what she’s thinking at the moment. The final moment, Gilda’s iconic dance, seems meticulously prepared for him to observe her, but also for him to see how others look at her. What does Farrell do? He stops her.  He can’t stand what’s happening.

Doesn't that moment remind us of this one from Paris, Texas?

Or this one?

Two absolutely different women, but in a sense mirrors of each Gilda is the whore who wants to emancipate herself to become a mother; Jane is the mother who emancipates herself and becomes a whore, once Travis appears, she takes the path back to that role of mother. Could that moment that game of points of view, be the beginning of that emancipation, of that path?

That claustrophobic environment and that game of viewpoints is exemplified in Gilda and Johnny's wedding: We only see her through a window, through a rain curtain, we don't even hear what is being said inside the room. We are spectators. But aren’t we during the entire film?

Gilda’s iconic phrase: If I'd been a ranch, they would have named me "The Bar Nothing.", is now more ironic than ever. No, she is not the free woman we were made to believe; she has an owner, Johnny. The mare is back with the stallion.

@purecinema​ @idasessions​ @missdubois​ @mad-prophet-of-the-airwaves​ 

[440mxs-wife]

Sweet Nothings

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, implied violence

Word Count: 3876 or so

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"Oh, come on, you have to go out with us! I'll just bet that you haven't left the house except for work since you broke up with Connor. That's not healthy, and you know it!" scolded your best friend/sister Ruthie.

You let out an exasperated sigh. "All right, all right, I'll go out with you girls. When is it again?" you relented.

"This Saturday night, 8:00 p.m., Bluestone Bar on 7th Avenue and 8th Street. I can pick you up if you want," she offered.

"Yeah, that sounds good. See you Saturday," you said as you hung up the phone.

The rest of your work week passed pretty closed to normal, or what passes for normal as a high school English teacher. You had term papers to grade and lesson plans to prepare, but nothing too major. On Wednesday, you had a meeting with the principal. He asked you to take over for the drama teacher in putting together the annual variety show.

You knew it would be a lot of work, but you agreed. You loved the opportunity for your students to shine as they show off their hidden talents. As soon as you left his office, you did the funkiest happy dance anyone had ever seen. You definitely had reason to celebrate on Saturday.

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"Okay, chickies, first round is on me!" you exclaimed. Your friends, Ruthie, Charlie, Donna and Jody, all picked a chair after giving you their drink orders.

"I don't believe it! Just this past Monday, I thought I was going to have to threaten to kidnap you in order to get you to leave the house. Now you're all cheerful and ready to party? Who are you and what have you done with my sister?!?" Ruthie joked.

"Ha ha, very funny, Sis," you retorted playfully. "What can I say, I had a pretty good week. AND, the principal asked me to cover for the drama teacher and run the Variety Show. So, excuse me, but I feel like I have reason to celebrate!" you finished.

You left the table to put in your drink order, laughing and trading jabs with your girlfriends as you walked backwards. You didn't see the man before you bumped into him, and almost caused both of you to fall. When you turned around, you were met by the warmest pair of whiskey-colored eyes you'd ever encountered. His mouth was turned upward in a playful smirk as his strong, capable hands kept you from taking you both down.

"Hey hey! Looks like you got a live one, Gabe, and we haven't even had a drink yet!" one of his friends remarked as they set off to find a table.

Ignoring his buddies, Gabriel turned you around to face him. "Are you all right?" he asked. His hands were on your upper arms as he bent down to look into your eyes.

"Y-yes, I-I think so. I think I'd better watch where I'm going next time. S-sorry for almost knocking you over," you stammered as you introduced yourself.

"Believe me, Cupcake, it's always a pleasure bumping into a beautiful woman every now and then," Gabriel quipped. "Name's Gabriel."

You ducked your head to hide the rising color in your cheeks. "Thank you, Gabriel. Always a pleasure being rescued by a true gentleman," you replied with a small curtsy. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I promised my girlfriends"-you turned and waved at your table-"that the first round of drinks is on me. I was on my way to place my order when I quite literally ran into you," you giggled.

"Then I shall impede your progress no longer, milady," he grinned as he bowed gracefully. "Please continue on thy mission to procure sufficient alcoholic libations for thyself and thy lovely contingent of lady friends," Gabriel finished.

You had to chuckle at his exaggerated performance. "I appreciate your kindness, good sir. Perhaps we'll meet again under less, shall we say, ‘injurious’ circumstances?" you replied with a wry smile.

"No harm done, fair lady. Till we meet again," Gabriel said softly. He kissed the back of your hand, then left you to join his friends at their table.

As soon as Gabriel left, Ruthie was at your side in an instant. "What was that all about?" she demanded. "You sure were talking to him for a long time, he was HOT! Did you at least get his phone number?" she asked.

You stared off in the distance, watching Gabe take a seat with his friends. When he caught your eye, he winked and gave you a little wave, breaking the trance. "Hmm? Sorry, what did you say?" you asked.

Ruthie groaned in frustration. "Ugh! Never mind, let's just order our drinks and get this party started!" she declared.

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"So, Gabe, who was that woman we saw you talking to earlier? You know her or something?" Sam asked.

Gabe shook his head. "Nope, just met her here, tonight," he answered.

"She's pretty, and she's got good-looking friends," Dean remarked. "I wonder, if I told her that she had a beautiful body, if she'd hold it against me," he smirked, giving a high-five to Castiel.

Gabriel shot Dean a look that told him to back off. "Careful, Dean, your inner caveman is showing. You'd better reel it in if you expect to have any kind of chance with one of her friends," he retorted. She’s mine, he thought to himself.

He sat back in his chair and thought about his brief but enchanting encounter with you. Lovely eyes, so expressive, he thought. Definite sense of humor, stunning smile, and a gorgeous body with curves in all the right places. Gabriel assured himself that he liked what he'd seen so far with you, and that he couldn't wait to know more.

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A couple of hours later, you were still sipping on your second drink, while your girlfriends were on either their third or even fourth rounds. Some of the guys from Gabriel's table had filtered over to yours, and had asked your friends to dance.

Donna was dancing with Dean, Ruthie was dancing with Sam, and Castiel was with Jody. Charlie was finishing her third cocktail, when a woman from another table named Gilda asked her to dance. Charlie grabbed Gilda's hand and practically ran all the way over to the dance floor.

You were staring at your glass, wondering whether or not you should order another drink. You could go home, having fulfilled your promise to Ruthie by joining the girls for a night out. Too bad they had all left you behind to go dance with Gabriel's friends.

"This is stupid," you muttered under your breath. "I'm going home. They're all having too much fun to miss me anyway," you murmured.

"I'll miss you if you go home now," a deep and honeyed voice remarked with a grin. You looked up and smiled to see Gabriel taking the seat across from you. He reached over and took your hand in his, gently brushing his lips across the back of it. "Hi."

"Hi, Gabriel," you returned shyly. "Nice to see you again. Why aren't you out dancing with the others?" you asked.

"Because my dance partner is right here, debating on whether she should stay or go home," he replied. He stood up with his other hand held out for you to take. "What do you say, Sugar?"

All you could hear from the dance floor was a thumping beat in a song that you didn't recognize. For this reason, you almost decided not to take Gabriel up on his offer. But, you also still had a little bit of liquid courage in you, so you found yourself taking his hand. As you threaded your way to the dance floor, Gabriel's hand left yours and slid to the small of your back to guide you.

Just as you set foot on the dance floor, the song with the thumping bass ended, and a slow song came on. Courage evaporated, you tried to pull away from Gabriel and leave the dance floor, but his hand was locked on yours. "Ah-ah-ah," he said, wagging his finger back and forth at you. "No, no Baby Girl, I've got you. Dance with me, sweetheart. Please," he implored, reaching for your hands.

One look in his honey-colored eyes and you were lost. You nodded and stepped close enough to Gabe so that he could slip his right arm around your waist and draw you nearer to him. He placed your left hand on his chest, while his left hand settled on your hip. Your right hand slipped up to cradle his neck, your fingers slowly venturing into the ends of his light chestnut hair at his collar.

"Mmm, careful there, SweetCheeks. You're venturing into dangerous territory with what you're doing," Gabe softly warned. "Might lead a man to do something like this," he whispered. He dipped his head down to capture your lips in a tender, sweet kiss.

When you broke apart from the kiss, you were both trying to catch a breath. "I'll take it under advisement, you know, future reference and all that," you remarked. With the hand that had been so recently been running through his hair, you gently tugged him forward for another, deeper kiss.

The need for air caused you and Gabriel to momentarily pause in your kissing. You touched your forehead to his and grinned. "Wanna get out of here?" you asked. "You could walk me home. It's not that far. Maybe we could hang out on the porch for awhile. I-I don't really want the evening to end quite yet," you added shyly.

"Sounds okay to me, lead the way, darlin'," Gabriel took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers as you stepped out into the warm night air.

Neither of you noticed that Connor, your ex-boyfriend, was sitting at a corner table. He gripped his beer bottle tightly, glaring as you and Gabriel danced, then left the bar. You broke up with him over another woman, but he wasn't with her anymore. He had decided that maybe he wanted you back, and then he saw you dancing with someone else. Connor was determined that you would be together with him again, and he wasn't going to let anyone stand in his way.

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You and Gabriel walked around the city, stopping in the park for awhile. You sat on a bench near the fountain in the middle of the park, talking and getting to know each other better. You told him you were a high school English teacher, while Gabe shared that he was a sales manager for a major candy company. Even though Ruthie was like your sister, you grew up an only child, whereas Gabriel had four brothers.

Soon, you and Gabriel arrived at your house. You lived in a well-kept, 3 bedroom carpenter-style house with blue siding and a spacious front porch. Still holding Gabriel's hand, you reluctantly climbed the steps, not wanting the evening to end.

At the top of the stairs, Gabriel drew you into his arms. "Well, pretty girl, I'd have to say that this has been one of the best evenings I've had in a long time. I met someone that I'd really like to see again, I danced with her, and I got to do this," Gabe remarked. He reached up to cup your cheeks and captured your lips with his.

You admitted to Gabe that tonight was the first time you'd gone out for fun since breaking up with your boyfriend, Connor. "I really should call Ruthie in the morning and thank her for this. If she hadn't pestered me about going out tonight, I never would've met you. I'm so very glad I did, because I'm having a wonderful time with you," you remarked shyly.

"Aw, Cupcake, that's not fair. You made me blush, and guys aren't supposed to do that," he teased. "For the record, though, I should probably call Ruthie and thank her as well. I hope that this is but one of many opportunities I'll have to go out with you," he added.

He hooked one arm around your waist and held fast to your hand as he guided you over to the swing. Once you were both seated, Gabe pushed off with his foot to gently rock you both back and forth.

"About that, about going out I mean? If I consulted my Magic 8-Ball, it might say something like....'concentrate and ask again'," you replied with a wry grin.

Already holding your right hand, Gabriel captured your left hand. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly kissed each fingertip one by one. "So, I was wondering....if you're not busy next Friday night....would you like to go out with me?" he asked.

You took a deep, shuddering breath before answering. "Yes, definitely. You may rely on it. Without a doubt. Signs point to yes," you rambled.

Gabriel chuckled. "Well, as long as you're sure, SweetCheeks. I'm looking forward to it," he replied softly. His left index finger traced along your jawline, turning you so that you were directly facing him. He closed the gap between you by pressing his lips to yours in a lingering kiss.

"You know, I should get your phone number, just in case. Here," you said as you handed Gabe your phone. He typed in his contact information and gave you his phone to do the same.

"As much as I would love to stay, Cupcake, I left my car back at the bar, and I should go back and get it. But don't worry, I'll be back to pick you up for our date," he promised. Gabriel stood up from the porch  swing, pulling you with him. "Friday night, seven o'clock," he said   softly, his finger tapping the end of your nose. He dropped another kiss to your lips  before descending from the porch.

"Mmm, Friday night, seven o'clock," you replied dreamily. "Get home safe, Gabe," you said.

Gabriel  turned to look back at you standing on the porch, watching him walk  away. He winked, gave you a mock salute, then blew you a kiss. "See you  Friday, Sugar," he called.

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From your front porch, you watched as Gabe walked down the street until you couldn't see him anymore. Your phone rang in your pocket, with the Caller ID showing it was Ruthie. She wanted to know where you had gone, so you explained how you and Gabriel left the bar after the dance.

"He walked me home, then the two of us sat on the porch swing for a little while. We talked, and kissed...." you mentioned, a wide grin on your face.

Ruthie could hardly contain her squeal of delight. "See? What did I tell you? I told you that going out with us was way better than staying home!" she remarked.

"Yes, Ruthie, you were right. Happy now?" you retorted playfully. "Getting a little sleepy, so I'm gonna say goodnight, Sis. Talk to you later," you replied. She wished you goodnight as well, then you disconnected the call.

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Leo Webb locked up the Bluestone Bar after finishing his closing duties. As he was walking out to his car, he heard someone groaning in pain. He was shocked to see a man sitting on the ground and propped up beside what had to be his own car. Leo recognized him as Gabriel, the guy you were dancing with and had left the bar with tonight. "Hey, Buddy, are you all right?" he asked Gabe while, looking around.

Gabriel turned his head to the sound of Leo's voice. "Did you happen get the license plate of the truck that ran me over?" he asked weakly. Gabriel had a cut above his eye with the blood trail mingling with the one from his bloody nose. His knuckles were scuffed up, leading Leo to believe that maybe he got in a few defensive jabs. Gabriel tried to stand up by himself, but was unsuccessful in his first attempt.

"Come on, man, let's get you standing up. Then we can get you some medical attention," Leo said, grunting as he helped Gabriel to his feet.

Gabriel mumbled that he wanted to be taken back to your house. He couldn't tend to his injuries alone, and he knew they weren't serious enough for the hospital. Leo reluctantly agreed and carefully laid Gabriel across the backseat.

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You awoke to the sound of someone pounding on your front door. It was unusual for you to have visitors at 2:30 a.m., so you grabbed your baseball bat that rested next to your dresser. In a voice that was much braver than you actually felt, you demanded, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"It's me, Leo, the bartender from Bluestone Bar. I have your dance partner from tonight, and I think he's going to need your help getting put back together," he explained.

You set aside the baseball bat, disengaged the locks and threw open the front door. Standing on your porch was indeed Leo from the bar, his left arm supporting Gabriel. You gasped in shock at seeing Gabe's injured face and hands, and at how difficult it was for him to stand on his own. You rushed out to the front porch and went to Gabriel's right side to take his other arm.

Between you and Leo, you managed to get Gabriel into the house and seated on the couch. Leo told you to sit with your patient while he looked for your first aid supplies. He returned with bandages, peroxide and a basin of warm water with a washcloth. "In the morning, I'm going to check the bar's security camera footage," Leo declared. Before he left, he pointed at you and asked, "You good?"

You nodded. "I'm fine, Leo. Thanks for taking care of my dance partner," you replied with a quick smile. You continued working to clean up Gabriel's wounds as you heard the front door close behind Leo.

"Hiya, SweetCheeks," Gabe mumbled and gave you a weak smile.

"Shh, shh. Gabe honey, just relax and I'll get you patched up in no time," you soothed. "Want to tell me what happened, love? What do you remember?" you asked. Gabriel hissed in pain as you cleaned up his knuckles with the peroxide. "Sorry, I know this hurts," you murmured.

Gabriel explained that he got back to the bar about 20 minutes after leaving your house. "I was getting in to my car when this brick wall of a guy grabbed my arm. He punched me a couple of times in the face. Then he started talking about how he saw us dancing and that it made him angry. I told him that he should get his own dance partner, that you were with me. That earned me a punch in the stomach," Gabe finished.

You stopped what you were doing and pinched the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger. "What's wrong, Cupcake?" Gabriel asked, taking your hands in his.

"I think I know who did this to you. My ex-boyfriend, Connor, must have been in the bar and saw us together. I'm so sorry, Gabriel that he hurt you," you said softly, tears shining in your eyes.

"Hey now, it's not your fault, Baby Girl, none of this is," he assured you. Wanting to know more, Gabe asked, "So, what happened with you and Connor?"

You swallowed a sob before you continued. "He and I broke up about six months ago. Found out he was cheating on me, but somehow the blame for that was on me," you muttered. "Connor and I were together for about three years. But it was during the last six months of those three years that we didn't....you know....," you trailed off. "Guess he went and found someone new to fill that need.

"I've been so busy with my regular workload lately. Now it's only going to get worse, because I'm in charge of the school's Variety Show," you continued. "You should probably run for the hills far away from me, Gabriel. I mean, psycho ex-boyfriend and workaholic doesn't exactly scream 'stable relationship material'," you finished.

"Pfft! Are you kidding me?" he scoffed. "Last night was about the best date--no--it was THE best date I've been on in years," Gabriel declared. He squeezed your hands as firmly as his wounds would allow. "Honeybun, I don't know what it is about you, but I already feel like I've known you my whole life. We have the same sense of humor. It's cheesy, but it works for us," he explained.

You giggled. "And at least we have a cute story to tell people about how we met," you pointed out, to which he nodded.

"Dancing with you in my arms was like...coming home. When we were out there on your porch swing, I felt like I'd spent every summer night for years doing that with you. And kissing you is an otherworldly experience, Sugar. Connor didn't know what a great thing he had with you when he betrayed your trust," Gabe said, softly stroking your cheek with his index finger.

"I guess in a way, I should be grateful about what happened between Connor and me, because it put me on the path that led to you. Gabe, I love that I can be myself when I'm with you, that I feel comfortable around you. It's like we've already been together for years, even though I know we've only just met tonight. You came along at just the right time in my life," you told him.

"One question, though. Can I kiss you?" you asked softly. "I promise not to cause further damage," you remarked.

Gabriel chuckled quietly. "Of course you can, Cupcake," he replied. You reached up to gently cradle his face in your hand and slowly draw him towards you to close the gap. Your lips met in a tentative kiss, because you were trying desperately not to hurt Gabe. You let him take the lead, and as your mouths moved with each other, the kisses grew more insistent, driven by desire.

"Whoa," you whispered, trying to catch your breath. "Gabe, that was amazing," you remarked.

"Not so bad yourself, sweetheart," he replied, also trying to catch his breath. "By the way, I'm so glad I have such a lovely nurse taking very good care of me. I think I'll need to be on bed rest for a while, though, and I would love to do that here," he suggested, waggling his eyebrows.

You tapped your index finger on your lips as if deep in thought. "Well, that depends. Do you think the best medicine is eggs and bacon, or pancakes and sausage?" you grinned.

"Let's decide in the morning, Honeybun. Wait and see what we're hungry for," he replied seductively before capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

"Hmm. Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll even set you up with a sponge bath, courtesy of yours truly," you grinned slyly.

Gabriel's eyes nearly went back into his head with bliss at the prospect of a personalized sponge bath. "Aw, Cupcake, you say the sweetest things," he replied.

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Tag(s): @wayward-mikaelson​

[simastysims]

Simasty Episode 1: “New beginnings”

-So begins the tale of the Simmington clan. They are rich, they are powerful. It is a tale of glitz, glamour, woohoo, catfights, greed and more woohoo. Behind the walls of this mansion there is a family whose lives are both opulent and turbulent. A family whose life of privilege is mirrored by their scheming and double dealings. The family is led by one man who has built his empire from scratch. A man who is determined to continue building that empire no matter the cost. He has not built a dynasty, instead he has built a……

Burke Simmington, the richest man in Windenburg, stood outside the gates of his beloved mansion ‘Siloli’ and gazed proudly at the house his fortune had built. Beside him was his soon to be second wife Brystle Hemmings, his former secretary at ‘WindenburgSimmington’. Burke turned to his fiancé and smiled. At last he had found happiness with a woman who loved him for the man he was, and not for the money in his vault.

And so after they had their smooch, Brystle and Burke went through the gates and walked towards the house and their future together. Brystle had of course been to the mansion many times before but today she realised that she would be crossing the threshold for the last time as Brystle Hemmings and from tomorrow it would be as Mrs Burke Simmington the second.

As they stood on the porch, Burke presented his wife -to- be with a single red rose, a symbol of his undying love for her. Brystle felt a swoon coming on but luckily Burke was there to catch her before going in for yet another smooch. There hadn’t been this much face eating since ‘Silence of the Sims.’

Half an hour later, once they had finished sucking face, they finally went through the front door. Once inside, in the grand hallway of Siloli, they were greeted by Burke’s twenty-something daughter, Fathom, who was at the top of the stairs. Now Fathom had always been very protective of her father ever since her mother had left him. Fathom was the apple of her father’s eye and had become a very spoilt young woman through her life of privilege. She never thought any woman was good enough for her father and had seen to it over the years that ,through her meddling ways ,all of Burke’s girlfriends were driven away. She had not been so successful with Brystle, and with the wedding only a day away she was inwardly seething that her father would marry this woman, his former secretary.

Brystle has never been able to bond with Fathom. She has made every effort to get to know her future step daughter but has been met with hostility and put downs every step of the way. But as Brystle has the good trait she always sees the best in people. She feels that Fathom is holding a lot of anger and resentment because of her mother abandoning both her and her brother Heathen when they were children. Her anger towards Brystle is stemming from that she believes. With perseverance Brystle hopes that Fathom will soon come around.

However Fathom doesn’t appear to be warming to Brystle anytime soon.

With that, Burke and Brystle went off for breakfast leaving Fathom alone. They had no sooner gone before Fathom quickly changed her demeanour.

After expelling a few choice expletives, and the aroma of Brystle’s dime store perfume diminishing,  Fathom was feeling a lot less pent up.

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Siloli Mansion as you can imagine requires a lot of staff for the day to day running of the household and upkeep of the grounds. A lot of the staff have been with the Simmington’s for many years. Like Gilda Bummerson the head chef, and Nannette Bobbins, head housekeeper. Both were recruited many years ago by the first Mrs Simmington and still follow the majority of the schedules and menus that she created. Very little has changed for them and so when Brystle made a suggestion for a menu change one time, it did not sit well with Mrs Bummerson. In fact she still harps on about it every chance she gets to anyone who will listen. Today it’s Nannette who is the unfortunate victim who made the mistake of coming into the kitchen after clearing the breakfast plates.

Nannette, having worked for many years with Mrs Bummerson, was used to this type of whinging from her but none the less was sick to the back teeth hearing her go on and on and on……

Mrs Bummerson was of course oblivious and continued with her rant.

Nannette decided that today was the day to say NO to Mrs Bummerson

Unbeknownst to Nannette and Mrs Bummerson was that Joseph Flanders, Major-domo of Siloli, had been in the nearby pantry and overheard the entire conversation. Joseph has dedicated his life to working for Burke and has a strong sense of loyalty and duty to him. Therefore he will not stand for any idle gossip amongst the staff about the Simmington family and he approaches the ladies and quickly berates them.

Having made his point and reducing Mrs Bummerson to tears, Joseph left the 2 ladies in the kitchen and went about his duties. However, whilst he had done his duty by being a loyal servant and defender of Mr Simmington, Joseph had secretly his own opinion on the soon to be new lady of the house.

With Joseph out of earshot, Mrs Bummerson regained her composure and wiped away her tears before glaring daggers at her colleague Nannette.

Nannette simply shrugged her shoulders and left the kitchen too knowing that Mrs Bummerson was just an old whingebag whose bark was worse than her bite and that she held no grudges.

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Later that morning, Siloli Mansion was bereft of any of the Simmington family. Fathom had gone for her secret appointment in San Myshuno, Burke had a company meeting in his office to attend and Brystle was visiting an old friend.

Outside the weather had changed and it looked as if a storm was beginning to brew. It was with this foreboding skyline that Heathen Simmington, devoted brother of Fathom and estranged son of Burke, arrived at Siloli. He had been living for the past few years in San Myshuno city as he pursued his career as an artist and photographer. His love of the arts and the environment had been too much for Burke. He had wanted his son to follow him into the family business but when Heathen showed no tendencies in this area Burke all but disowned his son.

Heathen had a good relationship with his sister and it was she who insisted that Heathen come to the wedding. So after much deliberation he had agreed and now as he stood outside the gates of the family home he was beginning to have second thoughts about it all.

So many memories came flooding back to Heathen and not all of them good. For a moment he almost went running back to the city but the thought of seeing his sister again and to maybe have the chance to reconcile with his father was enough for him to decide against doing so. With a deep breath he pressed the security buzzer and once the guard knew who he was the gates opened and he took his first steps back into the house…

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Whilst Heathen had arrived in from the city, Fathom had gone there for her rendezvous. She had deliberately chosen this place to meet her mystery man as it was a public place and there would be a good chance they would be papped by the paparazzi. She wanted this because she wanted the world to know that she was meeting with Cyril Dolby, head of DolbyDoh Enterprises and her father’s arch enemy. The pair once had a brief secret romance which Fathom had never forgotten. She was determined now to declare her feelings for Cyril and wanted the world to know. And so what if it caused her father a bit of anxiety on his wedding day….?

So after knocking her back Cyril turns to Fathom and presents her with a counter offer.

Seth was Fathom’s boyfriend when they were teenagers. Fathom had broken up with years ago and had long since moved on. It appeared Seth still was in love with her. But why was Cyril forcing Fathom into marrying his nephew?

As he left her Fathom felt suddenly very alone. She wasn’t used to not getting her way especially where men were concerned. And now the very man she loved had knocked her back. There had to be a reason why he wanted her to marry Seth and it sure wasn’t out of concern for his nephew. But if it meant that she would get to see more of Cyril then maybe it was something she could make work….

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Brystle had returned from meeting up with her friend and had gone into Burke’s study to have a post lunch cocktail. She didn’t normally drink during the day but with the wedding only a day away she was feeling the nerves kick in. Burke had employed several wedding planners to take care of every single detail of the big day meaning that Brystle had little to nothing to do in preparation other than show up. However she was insistent that the wedding was not to be a big lavish affair with all of Windenburg high society invited. Instead she wanted something simple, more intimate. Burke knew that was more befitting of Brystle and had instructed the wedding planners to follow her wish on this.

Joseph, the major-domo of Siloli, entered the study carrying Brystle’s cocktail upon a silver platter. He placed it down without saying a word. Brystle smiled at the man who was Burke’s loyal man servant but sensed that he didn’t care for her very much. She sipped the cocktail but found it wasn’t to her liking. Joseph should have known this – was he deliberately making it this way to antagonise her?

A more refined palate?! He WAS goading her afterall. Brystle decided to tackle this head on.

The waspish Joseph sashayed out of the study leaving a visibly shocked Brystle alone with her thoughts and her Iced Tea.  His comments implied he knew something….

Does Joseph know about Brystle’s affair? Who is Mayhew? Will Heathen make amends with his father? What will Fathom do regarding Seth and Cyril? Will Mrs Bummerson change her menu? Find out in the next episode of Simasty!

[tisyouronlysenpai-blog]

The Promised Neverland Fic Recs (wooo)

Hewwo there, it’s ur senpai here to bring you the wonders of the TPN fandom.

Anything marked with a ♥ I highly recommend.

Most of these are oneshots but I will write if the longer ones are complete or not.

Light hearted and/or cute fics without angst (the stuff you get cavities reading it’s too sweet)

♥��in which the children of grace field learn to swear by  paws_and_tea

"Look, the Grace Field Orphanage is full of children ranging from infants to young adolescents. Just— full of innocent, happy children who just love life and everything it stands for. Cursing isn’t really something young children do— especially not these tiny angels.

So of course, Ray starts it."

♥ Breakfast at Emma's by dramaticbanjo

At their usual breakfast-before-class, Emma tells her two best friends about the weirdest dream she had. Of course, they have their own thoughts about it.

♥ The Promised Groupchat by semuelita

the promised neverland au where everything is the same but they have a groupchat

♥ resonance by evanescent

“What are you actually doing here?” he asks as Hayato drags one of the chairs over, sitting on it backwards, arms on the backrest.

“The boss asked me to hang around and help you!” Hayato exclaims, beaming at him. Ray has to squeeze his eyes shut for a moment. He isn’t awake enough to deal with this much brightness yet.

“I’m going to strangle Norman,” he mutters into his cup.

...

Ray has a sprained ankle, Hayato is a man on a mission. They spend an informative day together.

(This fic made me lowkey ship ray/hayato or rayato whatever floats ur boat)

This Little Thing Called Love by Lyra_Dhani

Because Norman was a fool obviously in love and Emma was oblivious to love, of course it was up to Ray who had to take the role as the pathetic cupid (and understand what it really meant to love in the process).

Good Things Come in Threes by Zozoa

They’ve been always together. It’s only natural they remain together in what is to come too.

♥ I Want Two Husbands! by TrashCanLife

Emma opened to a certain page and pointed at what it said. "This book Ray gave me said that I could get a husband when I'm older!"

"But Mama! I don't want just one husband!" The little girl grinned. "I want two!"

♥ How The Children of Grace Field Come to Know by takoyaki (tamagoyaki)

"That," Don states, with a solemn nod in the direction of the trio. "Is a reminder to us plebians why we should not fall in love. If Norman's like that, can you imagine how much more stupid we'd become?"

10 Synonyms to 'No' by takoyaki (tamagoyaki)

Ray has finally gotten Emma and Norman together. He just didn't expect to be a byproduct.

Alternatively,

"Ray!" Emma bounces over, hand in hand with Norman.

"What," Ray flips another page, pretending to be disinterested. He has plenty of work to do and things to tend to. Listening to Emma gush about their date is probably going to take some time, so, "Make it short. I've got some things I like to look up before sunset."

"Alright! So," Emma grips Norman's hand. Norman inclines his head encouragingly. "We want to date you too, Ray!"

Ray drops his book.

Don spits out the tea he'd been drinking over the ancient map he was pouring over. Gilda screams, aghast.

Ray grits his teeth, hauling a concerned Emma and laughing Norman out of the room. He glares at the two dimwits.

"Make it long, now."

Emma and Norman just want to date their friend. Ray gives them reasons not to.

  ANGST (It’s so sad you need alexa to play despacito)

monarch by thats_a_secret

Back in Grace Field, Norman had a sweet tooth. Ray is trying to understand what he has now.

ours by authoritis (TMOTC)

For Ray, the two most important people in his life are Emma and Norman. It kills, the thought of losing them. (What Ray fails to realize is that the thought of losing him kills them too.)

The Ashes of our Days by wordbending

You know the boy in front of you well, the boy with freckles on his nose. You know every boy and every girl in all of Grace Field House. They’re your family, and you love them all dearly.

For example, you know this boy. You know he gets bad scores on his tests and complains about the homework he gets afterward. You know he likes to sing and sings whenever he works, at least when he thinks nobody can hear him doing it. You know he’s a poor athlete, and always get caught in your games of tag.

He’s not particularly special. You know that.

-----

You don't live here anymore.

(Honestly what isn’t depressing when it involves Leslie?)

♥ Dear Emma by ZaidValRoa

Phil faces a new day in the new orphanage. And every day he smiles. And every day he waits.

(Premium Quality Phil Angst™)

what we wish for by sugakookies_with_tae

Norman needs to have a private conversation with Ray about the stuff they've never talked about. And what better time than in the dead hours of the night?

♥ neverland memoria by lostamongstars

tweet length drabbles from a prompt challenge

impulse by sugakookies_with_tae 

He never thought he'd ever see Norman again. Yet here Norman is, standing in front of him, and all at once multiple impulses run through him.

Forgive me by Immawritesomeshit

Ray confronts Norman before Emma could protest his plans for mass slaughter. Sacrifices are made.

♥ the inspiration and the intellect by TuesdayTerrible

Norman was special. Norman, whom he looked up to so much- who was so naturally talented. Norman with his quit wit and open kindness who read straight through Ray like it was nothing more than reflex. Norman who was open and honest with his short comings- Norman whom when Emma said save them all , Norman had said yes. He hadn't said impossible.

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Or the one where Ray pines for all the things he can not have.

♥ They Don't Know You're Hers by NigiyakanaAki

Ray sighs, tucking in Conny for the night, listening to her mumble about this and that. He tries not to think too much about what will happen tomorrow after she leaves the house. His movements were methodical, done without thought until Conny peers at him, eyes unfocused and half-asleep.

"...Mama..?"

Ray freezes.

OR, fives times Ray was compared to Isabella.

Final Confessions by kamina1993

A single rash confession driven by anger saddles Norman with crushing guilt that he can no longer contain on his own. He truly loves Emma, but his love for Ray has always gone much deeper.

Norman thought far ahead enough to realize that Ray was Mama’s spy when he had confessed his feelings for Emma to the ravenette, but not quite far enough to realize Ray’s good intentions – the shock of Conny’s death had still been so raw. He knew full well that Ray loved him too.

He rushed to judgement and hurt the one he loved the most, only to realize that Ray had already been fighting alone for their sake most of his life. In their final night together, Norman resolves to heal the pain he caused Ray and refuses to let the love of his life have any doubts about his true feelings or the fact that he will always be loved.

What is love? by Kattycookie

Ray tries to understand the concept of love.

Kinda the neutral stuff? It’s not super angsty but not tooth rottingly fluffy?

chances by sugakookies_with_tae

Ray wants to promise Norman a chance at happiness. But it's not easy to do.

♥ ace of spades by QueenCamellia 

“I’m rigging the game, Emma,” he insists, nodding in thanks when the older man—Yuugo, if he wasn’t mistaken—slid another drink to him. Taking an angry swig that Ray knows he'll regret the next morning, he growls and slams the glass back onto the counter. “There shouldn’t be a way for him to win unless he’s the luckiest bastard alive.”

His longtime friend and fellow casino dealer simply laughs and swings her legs, looking a lot younger than the twenty-four years old woman she is. “Or the smartest.” Ray’s eyes narrow.

“You know, they warned us about this in school,” she comments, a cheeky grin spreading across her lips. “Looks like you’ve met your match, Ray.” [Casino AU]

♥ under the same sky by quags1re

(Incomplete but still REEEALLLYY GOOD)

-But it's Ray who cracks first, grabbing Norman's hand, begging, pleading.

"Be selfish here, idiot! What do you think would happen to Emma and I if you did die?!"

Norman blinks at him, shocked. Ray's grip on his hand hides his tremors.

"...okay. I'll live on with you."

a norman escapes with them AU

[dj-yukio]

EAD: Pyrrhic Promise

“How about a game of chess? That’s one of the games you’re more familiar with, I presume?”

Of all the things that she had expected the strange looking child-like demon to ask of her, Emma hadn’t quite expected for it to request for her to play a game of chess. A simple strategy game of chess, that mama taught her and always won against Norman, Ray and her with ease.

Why hadn’t she expected it? Mainly because below the land where both night and day coexisted, there was a battle going on, between the demons, the clan, and them. She did think that they would be on a tight schedule, especially if they were trying to avoid any deaths. Even though there was no doubt in her that they could survive this, she would rather reduce as many casualties that was bound to happen on both sides. 

She didn’t want to lose anymore of her family, and neither did she think that their enemies truly wanted to incur a huge loss. But both sides truly hated each other for what the other wanted. Their side, a life of true freedom and for most the complete extinction of the bacteria known as demons. The other, power, influence and the ability to maintain their form. 

And that was why she was here, wasn’t it, now that she thought about it. So that she would be out of the battlefield, unable to see what had come out of the situation. So that they could finally do what they had set out to do, while ensuring that she wouldn’t be ‘upset’ over how their last stand had gone, no matter whose side won. To think that Norman was the one to suggest it too, with the others backing him up with reasons that were all plausible... perhaps she wasn’t as entirely naive to their true intents, contrary to popular belief. That was what months and years of worrying over survival resulted in.

She should really just demand for the promise to be remade.

Yet, she nodded, giving in to the demon’s request just as a chessboard materialised in front of them, the pieces all nicely set for both sides. Emma didn’t think that she was in any position for her to demand anything, even if she was clearly in a hurry. Then again, she didn’t expect that time was a concept here, if it even existed in this void. A place where nothing was, and yet everything existed.

The whole place really enjoyed confusing her. Ray would be much more helpful here, with how much more of a strategist he was.

She dashed up the stairs, making use of the diversion that they had created with just the simple cloak and dagger strategy. 

Or rather, she thought, the well executed cloak-and-smokebomb-and-flash grenade-and-dagger-and- 

Well, you got the idea.

Emma hurried on towards the temple. The town it was situated near to was in a disarray, desperately trying to chase after the humans. Why would they not? After they had freed their other siblings, be it through raids or fires in the factories, it was chaos as famine spread across the land. Of course the demons would be desperate to hang on to the last bit of humanity they had in them, assuming that they could even chase the humans.

She skipped past the demons who were lying down that had starved to death and farted into the entrance that they had found a while ago before their first base was ambushed. 

Finally, their four year journey could end.

Their journey, their quest, to find the land that had been promised to them, once a far distant dream, was now coming to its end. The chase, the deaths they had seen, the hunting, the running. The nightmares could finally end.

All she had to do now, was meet with Him.

Find His room.

Give Him an offering.

He’ll meet you once you have greeted him.

Rewrite the promise.

They had chosen for her to go as she was the one who had seen the visions at the eye. They had chosen for her to go as she had been, from the start, given the chance to meet him.

They were all counting on her to play her part to end this world.

Gripping the pendant that had been given her so long ago by musica, Emma climbed down the passageway, following the tunnel in the darkness by feeling against the wall. It was empty, and she wondered how far the tunnel would go when a dim light shined in the darkness.

It could have been a trap, but she doubted it. The passageway was empty, and she followed the light to a room.

Find His Room. Done.

And there, in the middle of the room, exactly as she had remembered Him, was his statue. A bowl sat before it, empty and clean.

Give Him an offering. She looked at the pendent in her hands. It would be done.

She placed the pendant before the statue. Then she got on her knees, kneeling in front of the altar before bowing down to the statue.

Greet him.

When she got back up, she was no longer in the candle lit room. Instead, she could clearly see the stars above her while the light blue under contrasted with the darkness above.

The place where night and day met.

“The living human. You’ve finally come.”

A hand reached in front of her eyes, beckoning her to take it. She did, and there He was, in the flesh. Child like, almost like a hybrid of both humans and demons, but yet had a sense of regality that royalty would have. He seemed to be in a good mood, helping her up from her position.

“Emma, wasn’t it? How unusual, for someone like you to come by.”

So, he remembered her?

How old was she then when she saw him with those visions? How old was she now?

4 years had passed by in a flash, with all their preparations, their travelling, their losses.

She was 12. She was now 16. She grinned at that, scratching the back of her head.

“It has been a while, huh. I-“

A chessboard materialised in front of them before she could answer. Gesturing for her to sit down, He looked a bit sheepish.

“I told you we’ll have fun. It’s been a while since I’ve played a chess game, and even longer ago with a human. Won’t you entertain my request?”

“Wha-what?”

A chess game? It had been a while since she had the luxury of doing that with either Norman or Ray. For him to suggest that... what was he playing at? She didn’t think that she would want to keep them waiting for so long...

A chuckle rumbled through the air, breaking her out of her thoughts. 

“We can help each other here. You came here with a purpose, didn’t you? I would like to play a game. So, we talk about what you want while we play the game.”

It almost seemed sinister, the innocent face that he had as he seemed to judge her.

“In fact, if you win, I’ll grant the request. If you lose, well... I’ll just send you back. There’s no major loss for you. It’ll just be a normal game.”

That piqued her interest. A chance to get the promise rewritten no matter the terms?

There was no way that she could lose. Everyone was depending on her!

She sat down, nodding to his request. He seemed pleased with her answer, and they proceeded to play.

“So, what do you want so much that you came here?”

She took a deep breath, looking at the board. He had her pinned, and this was early in the game. She moved the queen away, leaving her knight open to the pawn.

“I want to rewrite a promise.”

To his credit, he didn’t seem so surprised. “Rewrite a promise, huh. Not make yet another promise. Interesting.” He scratched the bottom of his mask face, moving a pawn to capture her knight.  He held the captured knight and twirled it in his fingers. “I guess that no promises can truly last forever as long as it is self serving. So what’s the promise for the humans?”

She took a deep breath, trying to predict his moves. There was just so much attention from his characters on her queen, it was getting hard to keep her queen on the chessboard despite having already cleared out His own knights and queen. The stress was keeping her on her toes.

“I want all of us to be free. To never be hunted by demons again. I want for us humans to go to the human world that was designated for us.”

Yes. That was what both Norman and Ray had agreed for her to say as their mouthpiece. The reason that she was here... was all because of their plan to eliminate the demons. They would die much more easily, now that they were acting out of desperation rather than hunting them, making their movements were so much more predictable.

“Hmm. Alright. I can do that.”

She looked up from the chessboard, giving him a small smile. Fleeting images of faces passed through her mind, and her heart clenched at the ones they had lost and 

Connie. Hao. Sadie. All of their unknown siblings that had died, ignorant of the evils of this world.

Lucas. Yuugo. All that had lost their lives to protect them and give them a fighting chance.

And Norman, Ray, Gilda, Don, Phil, everyone from her original family and all their new siblings and friends.

They could finally be free if she won.

“But, there’s something else that you desire, is there not?”

Emma froze, the smile still on her face. 

How had he known-oh right he was technically god of this world.

She sat there quietly, wondering if she could safely voice out that wish of hers.

Then, “ 

“The promise must be for all sides. For you to rewrite a promise, you must ensure that the sides included will benefit just as they had before. Just as the last promise has done for both. Releasing you all, now, what about the demons? Are you suggesting they should all change their diets overnight? They might not be too happy about that that they may find ways to break the promise.”

Nodding, she sighed, wondering what she could do. Yes, this wasn’t a fair trade. But neither did she want to sacrifice anyone. It wouldn’t do for her if she had to give someone up just for them to escape.

She frowned for a bit, focusing on the game as she noticed how he seemed to be focused on taking her queen. He didn’t seem to be trying to touch any of her other pieces, but rather that specific queen. It wasn’t too suspicious, considering the queen’s capabilities, so it was no wonder that he would want to handicap her by taking away the queen.

An idea came to her, and she told him.

“Oh. Oh, that would most definitely work.”

He looked up at her, skepticism evident in his face as he touched his king.

“But they would never forgive you. Are you willing to go all the way with that?”

He moved his king into a precarious position, no doubt for her to make her final choice. She could either pick the room up and checkmate him, or she could intentionally lose by moving any other piece. 

“Are you sure?”

She moved the rook to the last row, trapping His king. Her eyes looked up to see the deity before her looked surprised. 

Checkmate.

“I’m sure.”

He nodded, stretching his hand out before shaking the hands of the player who had a flame burning from within, evident by the fire in her eyes.

“Good game.”

——————

The skies flashed with thunder, and both parties came to a stop for a moment as they saw the clear blue sky turn dark almost instantaneously.

“The sky!”

“It’s turned black-“

“It can’t be a storm-“

“-not night time-“

“-happened only once so long ago, so why-“

The chaos allowed time for both sides to realise, and cheers erupted from the children. 

But not everyone was happy.

“NOOO!”

A man in a suit fighting beside the demons fired a shot at the unsuspecting young child near him. He couldn’t let the promise go through. He wanted to stay! All his hard work, all his power-

It would be gone with this promise! 

The bullet flew near Phil’s head as cries for him to move sounded, and he turned just in time to see the bullet shooting towards him...

And bounce off harmlessly.

“What?”

More bullets rained down, the demons scratching against the humans, and yet nothing seemed to touch either side. 

The promise hadn’t broken under their protest, he realised before dropping his gun from the spectacle. He glared at the little girl who was making her way to be in front of him, seething as his side soon had guns pointed at them from all sides by children. 

Mere children! How humiliating. 

“What did you promise?”

Their guns were raised a little higher despite knowing it would probably not have any effect, in but she waved for them to put them down. She reached out a hand towards the fallen enemy, who barely restraint himself from spitting on it.

“Nothing much. Just for the people who wish to leave this world to be able to leave and the people who wish to stay to stay.”

She withdrew her hand before smiling at him.

“Don’t worry, you can stay here while we leave. Maintain your authority, since that’s what you want. Produce all the meat you like-”

“Emma!”

“-but,” her face seemed to have a silent determination to it, “we’ll always come back for them. The ones that want to leave will always be able to leave. And the ones who wish to stay will always be allowed to stay.”

The man known as Peter Ratri stared at her before growling lowly under his breath. “I’ll let you all go, but the ones that come back to retrieve the others, you’ll be in for a world of hurt.”

“...I know.”

/

Ray had a small smile as he stood beside her, watching as the younger children rushed across the bridge, the people from the human world looking at them with faces of shock and surprise as they appeared in their world. 

“By the way, Emma, what was the promise that you remade?”

She didn’t seem to hear him, only a gentle smile on her face as she watched everyone run across the bridge.

/

Had she always been this short? 

He had never really noticed it, but their height difference was rather huge, even to what he remembered. Wasn’t she taller than him at one point? But now, it was almost like he was towering over her in height.

It was almost like... she hadn’t grown over the past four years, Ray realised.

But that was impossible. She had to. It was only natural for that to happen over the years, for them to grow up.

Wasn’t it?

/

The wound that he had made on her arm, originally a long but shallow cut, quickly healed and soon, there wasn’t even a sign that he had even cut her.

He could feel the eyes behind him staring straight past him towards Emma, who had recovered from her initial surprise and was now smiling despite the gasps of the people who had already crossed the bridge. 

Norman was the first to break the silence, shock and fear etched on his face. Clearly, not even he had expected that to happen.

“Wha-what did you do?”

She smiled wistfully at them.

“I’m going to miss you all. March 5 2050.”

March 5 2050? That was a year from now. What did she mean?

Ray barely comprehended what she had said when she roughly pushed both of them through.

“Don’t forget it!”

The gateway started to close, and he snapped out of it along with the rest of the group.

And she continued to smile for them as she waved towards them before walking back towards the accursed world that they had all left from.

Never turning back once as they pounded against the barrier that slowly closed.

——————

“The adults now, the mamas and the whole system, they can’t leave, can they?”

“Make me immortal then.”

“Hmm?! 

“Then they can take mine. They can come after me. My flesh is theirs to take if they win.”

/

“The current institutions that have been set have not entirely crumbled. Peter Ratri intends to keep the power that he has here. So do his supporters. They would do whatever it takes to maintain the power, even if it means producing the cattle from themselves. There’s no way that they would let us

/

“Every year, I will go to the farms. I will tell them the truth, and they can decide if they wish to stay, or if they wish to leave. I will take two children from each farm and lead them out.”

“And they will be able to hunt you.”

“And they will be able to hunt me.”

A game. That would be what it looked like. She didn’t quite remember what moves she had played, but what she knew was that she was treading carefully as she started to risk her pieces. Yet, she had no intention of losing another piece.

A chuckle seemed to resound in the room, making her look up. He seemed rather amused by her method of playing the game.

“You’re playing quite the gamble, little Emma.”

She didn’t know if he was referring to her plan or the chess game, so she continued to stare at him, wondering what his next move would be.

He folded his arms, closing his eyes as he thought about it.

“Mm... the Ratri clan would still be in power. The institutions would still be in place. The demons could have their hunts. The ones who choose to stay can stay. The ones who choose to leave may leave.”

He scratched his chin.

And then a hearty laugh seemed to erupt, though not with malicious intent.

“Oh, you interest me a great deal, little Emma! This is such fun! You’re willing to do all that? What if you lose?”

“Oh. Oh, that would most definitely work.”

[deadlykittenkaywriting]

To Win Thy Hand

PROMPT: Sword RATING: Gen PAIRING/SHIP: Dean/Castiel - Destiel, Charlie/Gilda WARNINGS: Alternate Universe - modern setting, LARPing, Transgender Castiel, Castiel thinks he's broken, Sword fighting (mentioned), Inktober 2017, prompt WORD COUNT: 1531 SUMMARY: Castiel is a pacifist who is roped into going to a LARPing even with Dean. Why would Dean recommend he come the weekend there would be sword fighting?! LINK: Read below or Also on Ao3

Castiel sat in the stands with the rest of the men and women who had come to watch the battle. He pulled at his tunic and shifted uncomfortably. He was only here because his best friend had promised he would have a blast this weekend at the LARPing event. So far Castiel was not having fun at all.

“Sir Castiel of the house of Novak?” Castiel raised an eyebrow at Alfie giving him a slight nod as the younger man held out his hand. “Her Majesty, the Queen requests for you to have a special audience with her.”

Castiel sighs and stands up, his face heating up as the others around him start to whisper. He sidesteps Alfie's outstretched hand and stomps down the stands. “Where is she?” he asked.

Alfie sighed dejectedly and leads Castiel to the special area in which Charlie, her girlfriend Gilda and Sam Winchester are all sitting.

“Ah! Sir Castiel!” Charlie beams at him. She’s wearing the crown on her head but is dressed similarly to himself and Sam. Only her tunic has the emblem of her ‘family’ crest on it. Whereas Castiel’s is plain. “My handmaiden told me that you were here today and I’m so pleased you would join us!”

Castiel rolled his eyes and flopped onto the seat beside Sam. The younger Winchester laughed and offered some grapes to Castiel, who only shook his head.

“Where’s Dean?” Castiel asked.

“Come on, Cas. Play along,” Sam said softly, bumping his shoulder into Castiel’s.

Castiel scowled at him. “You’re brother promised that he wouldn’t leave me and not even an hour here he’s missing.”

Charlie frowned at that. “Dean didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“He’s representing the Kingdom of Moons. Trying to earn a higher rank.”

Castiel looked at Charlie as if she was speaking HTML and coding to him. “What?”

Charlie sighed. “Dean is my handmaiden. He wants to be knighted so that he can win the affection of someone but in order to do that he has to win a sword fight.”

Castiel couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Not only did his best friend think it a good idea to bring a pacifist to a sword fight, but then use that to win the affections of someone… True Dean had no idea that Castiel had been holding a torch for him for the last four years but the very thought of Dean wanting someone else. It hurt.

“A sword fight?” Castiel asked to clarify.

“More like a boffer fight. Gilda and I built them ourselves. They’re just pvp piping wrapped in foam and duct tape in the shape of broadswords and long swords.”

Gilda nods along beside Charlie. “We do that because we don’t want any players to be hurt but it’s enough to smart if they are hurt.”

Charlie is now nodding with her girlfriend. “And then Sam had the idea of the sandbags for spells. We were using rice and dried beans but when Sam pointed out that the ruptured bags could potentially harm wildlife, we found a safer alternative.”

“But I’m a pacifist!” Castiel all but shouted.

“Oh dear…” Gilda whispered.

“Cas, I don’t think he meant-” Castiel held his hand up to stop Sam.

“That’s the problem, Sam. Dean doesn’t think! He knows how uncomfortable dressing up makes me feel. I loathe Halloween for that reason. He knows I hate violence and I don’t even condone those damn video games of his. And what in the world makes him think that I would be okay watching him battle for some… some… ugh!” Castiel stands up and walked to the back of the staging area, wrapping his arms around himself in a protective manner.

“It’s all my fault,” he said softly, jumping when small arms wrap themselves around his waist.

“It’s not your fault, Cas. He’s just trying to include you in the things he loves. Just like you do with him.” Charlie said softly.

“I can’t watch him win. It’ll hurt.” Castiel admitted.

“Because you love him.” Charlie finished. Castiel should have known she would catch that.

“Because it should be you that he’s trying to win,” Sam added and Castiel wiped at his eyes. Furious that he let his emotions get the better of him.

“But that will never happen,” Castiel whispered, feeling Charlie’s arms tighten around him.

“Don’t say that, Cas.” Sam is now by them, his large hand on Castiel’s shoulder.

“It’s true, Sam. I’m broken. He would never want me in the way that I want him. He wants a real woman… not a man trapped...”

“Castiel Novak, look at me,” Charlie commanded pushing him away so that he could turn. Castiel did as he was told but looked down at his feet. “Eyes up, Novak.”

Castiel’s blue eyes met with Charlie’s warm mocha colored ones. She gave him a small smile. “Do you know what I see, when I look at you, Cas?” he shook his head in response.

“I see a kind soul. A young man that would do anything for his friends and the ones who are privileged enough to have him call family. You are beautiful inside and out, Cas. Your smile can light up thousands of rooms. Your heart is the biggest I’ve ever seen and you don’t let anyone treat you different because you are not different. So what, God screwed up and put you in the wrong body, but you’ve known since day one what you were and you don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” Charlie reached up and wiped the tears from Castiel’s face. “And Dean Winchester is a damned fool if he didn’t realize that to you, he is the sun, the moon, and all the stars in the sky.”

The sounds of trumpets broke the silence and Castiel shook his head, “I can’t watch.”

Charlie nodded. “Of course. Excuse me. The Queen needs to make a speech.” She kissed Castiel’s cheek before heading to the clearing where the crowd can be heard cheering and chanting Charlie’s name.

Castiel watched Charlie speak to the crowd. She had them in the palm in her hand as she went over the rules. He felt Sam squeeze his arm and he looked up to Dean’s little brother.

“My brother’s a moron, Cas. But he means well.” Castiel could only nod at Sam’s words.

“My Queen,” Dean’s voice could barely be heard but it was enough that Castiel stepped away from Sam and closer to Charlie.

Dean wore the same burgundy and tan colors of Charlie’s attire. His chest piece was emblazoned with the same sigil in gold. His pants are form fitting like Castiel’s but a tan color as opposed to Castiel’s black. He holds the hilt of a sword with his right hand and smiles widely when he sees Castiel.

“Yes, handmaiden?” Charlie responds, ignoring the tittering of laughter.

“I seek your permission, my Queen. For I do not care to gain nobility.”

Charlie smiles and reaches her hand back for Castiel. “What is it that you do seek, handmaiden?”

“For your blessing, my lady.” Dean takes a step closer as the crowd starts to whisper to each other clearly understanding what is going on.

Charlie’s hand tightens on Castiel’s. “My blessing for what?” she asked Dean.

“Should I win and bring honor to your kingdom, I ask thee, my queen, to allow me the chance to win your new squire's heart.”

“Why my dear handmaiden, whoever do you mean?”

Dean’s dart from Castiel to Charlie and back to Castiel. “I seek your permission to court Sir Castiel of the house of Novak.”

The crowd gasps or maybe it was Castiel that gasped.

Charlie turns to Castiel and winks at him before turning back to Dean. “I commend your bravery in asking for such a prize, however, Castiel is his own man and if his heart is willing he will answer you. Until then, handmaiden I suggest you bring your queen a win.”

Dean bows. “As you wish, my Queen.” Castiel watches as he jogs off to the middle of the arena and stands to square off with Benny.

“What just happened?!” Castiel squeaked, still in shock.

“That, Cas was my brother very publicly announcing his intentions to make you fall for him,” Sam explained.

Castiel was at a loss for words, even as he watched the sword fight he had no idea what was happening. It wasn’t until the final blow cause Benny to fall to the flat of his back and the crowd starts chanting Dean’s name did Castiel finally understand.

Castiel lept from the stage area and ran towards Dean who dropped his sword and caught Castiel easily in his arms. Dean was dirty and sweaty and Castiel couldn’t stop from burying his face into Dean’s neck.

“Does this mean you agree to my intentions?” Dean laughed softly, trying to pull back to look at Castiel.

“Yes! Finally! Yes!” Castiel laughed peppering Dean’s face with kisses before Dean manages to get him to stop and kiss him properly.

That night The Kingdom of Moons celebrated not only their win but the newly knighted Dean and his courtship to Sir Castiel.

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