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fuckyeahgoodomens · 1 year ago

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Good Omens Graphic Novel Masterpost ❤ 🐍😊

(you know how I like doing masterposts :)🥰 - I will update the masterpost as the kicstarter updates ❤)

What is Good Omens: the Official (and Ineffable) Graphic Novel?

The Good Omens: the Official (and Ineffable) Graphic Novel is the upcoming adaptation of the glorious 1990 Good Omens novel by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman in a graphic novel form. The adaptation is done by the talented Colleen Doran who worked with Neil on several other of his projects such as Chivalry, The Sandman, or Snow, Glass, Apples. The adaptation done under the gentle eyes of both Neil Gaiman and the Terry Pratchett Estate so don't worry that it will be unfaithful <3.

How can I help/join/pre-order?

The project is done on Kickstarter to keep the creative control with Neil, the Terry Pratchett's Estate and Colleen. If you're not familiar with Kickstarter it is a place where you pledge money and in return you get the product plus possible bonuses.

The Kickstarter Tiers

There are many tiers and options! WAHOO! ❤ (note that the shipping will be extra)

The Nighttingale Tier - £20 - GONE

This is only available for the first 24 hours.

You get the copy of the Graphic Novel :).

Also available to add a mug, another copy and bookshop bundle. :) (these options are available to add with every other tier)

The Human Tier - £25

You get the copy of the Graphic Novel :).

Also available to add a mug, aziraphale and crowley pins, another copy and bookshop bundle. :) (these options are available to add with every other tier)

The Serpent Tier - £40

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

The Hellhound Tier - £120

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Loot Pack #1: 2 x A4 prints of Colleen Doran artwork from the graphic novel, a glossy postcard and bookmark. Anna Morozova, Frank Quitely, Alice Oseman, Paul Kidby, David Aja, Mark Buckingham, Tanya Roberts, Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott and colouring page prints. Stretch goals will unlock more artists and artwork towards this box.

Loot Pack #2: 4 x A4 Good Omens prints from Colleen Doran, Crowley and Aziraphale enamel pins, a punchy sticker set, and the brand new Good Omens trading cards. These cards will be playable and collectable and as a special treat for Kickstarter backers we will be sprinkling some rarer cards in with these packages at random so you might just unlock something very special.

The Witchfinder Tier - £200

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

New largescale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet), designed by Julien Labit. Capturing the mysteries and oddities of the picturesque town in all its glory this map will make any wall an instant talking point. Dimensions approximately 594 x 841 mm.

The Demon Tier - £320

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

The Horsemen Tier - £500

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Beelzebub Tier - £666 - GONE

Limited to: 50. Note: the contents of this tier are not included in the higher levels.

Copy of the Graphic Novel

A mystery to be revealed. - Make a deal with the devil for this mystery tier at £666. It includes the Good Omens graphic novel, and– *demonic gurgling noises*

The Archangel Tier - £800

Limited to: 100.

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Floppy Disk “Keeper of the Official Master”

Exclusive Metatron enamel pin on a heaven card

Unnamed character cameo in double page spread - Fancy being immortalised in the Good Omens graphic novel universe? Then get yourself painted into the crowd scenes! There will be an accompanying postcard with a full list of who's who, so you'll know who you're galivanting around Tadfield and beyond with.

The Antichrist Tier - £800

Limited to: 100.

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Floppy Disk “Keeper of the Official Master”

Exclusive Metatron enamel pin on a heaven card

William the Antichrist (hardcover) signed by Neil - limited copy of the original short story that evolved into the tale we know and love today.

The Prophecy Tier - £1,000 - GONE

Limited to: 50.

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Floppy Disk “Keeper of the Official Master”

Exclusive Metatron enamel pin on a heaven card

William the Antichrist (hardcover) signed by Neil - limited copy of the original short story that evolved into the tale we know and love today.

Signed (another) copy of the Good Omens graphic novel both Neil and Colleen

The God Tier - £2,750 - GONE

Limited to: 10.

Copy of the Graphic Novel

Variant Frank Quitely cover dust jacket (Frank Quitely is a Scottish comic book artist who worked with Marvel, DC and more).

Creator-themed notebooks; 1 x Neil Gaiman, 1 x Terry Pratchett

Crowley & Aziraphale socks

5 x Good Omens enamel pins

A3 Giclee Print from the novel (signed by Colleen)

New Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett collector's enamel pin set

Exclusive enamel pin of Beelzebub himself on a Hell card

The Floppy Disk “Keeper of the Official Master”

Exclusive Metatron enamel pin on a heaven card

William the Antichrist (hardcover) signed by Neil - limited copy of the original short story that evolved into the tale we know and love today.

Signed (another) copy of the Good Omens graphic novel both Neil and Colleen

Individual character cameo - You can feature prominently within the pages of the graphic novel itself. Maybe you're there while Crowley and Aziraphale feed some ducks; maybe you're there for something a bit more high octane; or maybe you're just stuck on the M25. What you'll be up to will be at the discretion of Colleen, but there are plenty of places in the journey towards the Apocalypse and we can’t wait to see where you will turn up.

Print of your cameo, signed by Colleen

The Apocalypse Tier - £8,000 - GONE

Limited to: 1 - this option was gone within the first hour of the launch. Except for the previous goodies up to the William it offered the last copy of the Celestial Edition (!!!), Foreground named character cameo, orint of cameo signed by Colleen and Neil and original sketch by Neil Gaiman.

The Bookshop Tier - £250

The option for bookshops.

20 x Good Omens graphic novel (bookstores only)

We've got batches of 20 copies of the hardback graphic novel for retailers at a 50% trade discount. We love bookshops as much as Aziraphale does and want YOU to be part of Good Omens with us. To celebrate the graphic novel's release into the world, we will have point-of-sale material on request nearer to release. If you have any queries, get in touch. Terms: These are for retailers only. Packs must be delivered to a verified bookshop address. You can buy additional packs as an add-on.

The Small Bookshop Tier - £125

The smalle option for bookshops.

10 x Good Omens graphic novel (bookstores only)

The batch of 10 copies for retailers at a 50% trade discount. Terms: These are for retailers only. Packs must be delivered to a verified bookshop address. You can buy additional packs as an add-on.

When it will come out?

It should come out in Summer 2024 :).

Enhancing the tiers

Unlocked so far (All unlocked prints are in Loot Box #1 :)):

Gold foiled cover - Every copy of the book will be finished with gold detailing.

Sarah Graley & Rachael Stott prints - Rachael Stott, award-winning comic book artist behind works such as Doctor Who and Star Trek, and Sarah Graley of Our Super Adventure and Invader Zim farne, are ready and waiting to put their own spin on the world of Good Omens for your prints collection.

Endpapers - Beautiful artwork on the front cover and on every page in between is just not enough. '150,000 unlocks beautiful endpapers that will be heavenly(or hellish„. that is still to be seen).

David Aja, Mark Buckingham & Tanya Roberts prints / Colleen Loot Pack #2 prints for lower box - David Aja, known for the award-winning Hawkeye, Daredevil and Seeds Mark Buckingham, known for Marvelman an Fables—and Tanya Roberts, whose work includes Too Story and Star Wars Clone Wars comics to name but two, will join our ineffable artist tearh. More so, Colleen's prints from Loot Pack #2 will be included in Loot Pack #1. Art aplenty

Alice Oseman & Paul Kidby prints - A special duo of Heartstoppers Alice Oseman prints first, her drawing of Aziraphale while watching S 1 of Good Omens and a newly commissioned companion piece for Crowley. AIso, Discworld and the Illustrated edition of Good Omens' Paul Kidby's out-of-this-world alien artwork can be yours.

Colouring page prints - Want to add your own colour to the world of Good Omens? We have some exclusive illustrations for you relax to.

Ribbons - We said in the campaign that we were talking silk ribbons for stretch goals, and we are angels (or demons, depending who you're talking to) of our word. Well upgrade the hardback to have this addition.

Anna Morozova & Frank Quitely prints - Unlock a sumptious print by Anna Morozova. known for 2000 AD &Judge Dredd. Plus receive a print of Frank Quitely's alternate Good Omens graphic novel cover.

Money raised will go towards the costs of bringing this project and its many tendrils to the most vibrant life possible, ranging from creative fees to production and beyond. Our stretch goals therefore bring more of that ineffable joy into the project: we'll (hopefully) be unlocking various finishes on the graphic novel, expansions on the loot packs, and some - if we're lucky - backer exclusives further down the road, but these are to be revealed...

You will be able to unlock artists including Alice Oseman (Heartstopper), Rachael Stott (Fantastic Four, Doctor Who), and David Aja (Hawkeye), with more to be announced.

(I will update the masterpost as the kicstarter updates ;))

Video by Neil, Colleen and Rob :)

Rob Wilkins: Judgment day is almost upon us. One angel, one demon want to do something about it, but there's the small problem of the missing Antichrist.

Neil Gaiman: The good Omens Kickstarter - we've got a fabulous, glorious, amazing adaptation of Good Omens waiting for you in graphic novel form.

Rob: Neil Gaiman was the first person, the first journalist to interview Terry after the publication of The Colour of Magic. They stayed friends and Neil met Terry again and discussed the idea of this novel that he had that he really ought to get written down and he sent the idea through to Terry and a little while later Terry called him back and said: you bastard I want that idea for myself, and Terry offered to either buy the idea or to work with Neil on the project, and as Neil said at the time it would be like Michelangelo calling saying: here give me a hand to paint this ceiling, so of course Neil and Terry worked on it together.

Colleen Doran: Hi and welcome to my studio. I am pleased and excited beyond words to talk to you tonight about Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman's good Omens the graphic novel adaptation. You have no idea how happy I am to be working on this aside from the fact that I get to sit around and draw Azirphale and Crowley all day and who wouldn't want that - oh this is fun this is pure candy and I'm working very very hard to bring you a faithful adaptation. I love this book I love this project and bringing it to you is pure joy. Thanks a lot for your support. Thank you.

What now :)

So... head to the kickstarter, choose a Tier and Fall for it like Crowley :)❤

Who to follow for updates? :)

Tumblr: (me :D), @goodomenshq, @neil-gaiman, @colleendoran

Twitter: @FYeahGoodOmens, @GoodOmensHQ, @neilhimself, @pratchettonline, @ColleenDoran, @terryandrob, @kickstarter.

Instagram: @fuckyeahgoodomens, @goodomens_hq, @neilhimself,, @pratchettonline, @doran.colleen

Update 6.8.2023

Now as an add on you can add also new Aziraphale and Crowley pins 👀❤.

How to add if you already pledged:

Click one the Manage your pledge green button

Click on the Change your pledge violet button

Then again a green button with your pledge and you get to a page with:

wher you can add the pins and more :)

#good omens #terry pratchett #neil gaiman #colleen doran #graphic novel #good omens graphic novel #graphic novel kickstarter #masterposts #graphic novel masterposts

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ladymirdan · 6 months ago

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I have found the most cruel colour Citadel sells; Dreadful Visage.

Look at her! She is gorgeous. She is a shy purple, not to warm, not too cold.

She is the shade of seductive dishwater.

Unfortunately, dishwater packs more of a punch 😩 Even regular water is more opaque than her.

But with her as my muse I set out to recreate what I wanted her to look like.

So out I bring the most trusted of shades, the underrated Druchii Violet, and the overrated Nuln Oil. Together they have a perfect rating.

But I want it to be a contrast, and less punchy.

A menage a troi it is:

Now for the real question, did I succed? Well I think so, this is my creation in action over stark white basecoat:

#40k #warhammer 40k #warhammer #mini painting #citadel #colours #purple #seductive dishwater

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lovebugism · 1 year ago

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watchching scary movies with steve with "I don't like scary movies" "ill keep you safe" dialogue?

ty for requesting!! this can be read as a part of the punchy x steve universe — steve attends punchy and eddie's horror movie night and tries very hard to be metal about it (established relationship, fluff, 1.3k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

You and Eddie were a package deal. Steve knew this before he started dating you. Hell, before he even knew he liked you. As far as he’s concerned, it’s been Punchy and Eddie since the beginning of time.

So it isn’t all that surprising when he started going out with you that he was essentially going out with Eddie as well. And strictly by association, he was basically Eddie’s best friend just the same. It was like having shared custody — which you’ve always joked that the two of them seemed to have of Dustin.

Except shared custody with you looks more like toned-down PDA and crashed movie nights. Sorta like this one.

Steve enters Eddie’s trailer like it’s his own and doesn’t bother to knock.

“You’re late, Harrington,” the wild-haired boy monotones from the couch, arms crossed and pouting. He’s not even mad that the douchebag barged in, but that he barged in forty minutes late. “Movie nights start at seven o’clock, alright? Sharp. You should learn that if you’re gonna keep crashing them.”

“Good to know,” Steve snorts as he kicks the door shut behind him. “I had to make a pitstop on the way over. Sorry for getting everyone beer.”

The brunette holds up a six-pack, and Eddie lights up like a Christmas tree in the middle of October. He rises from the cushions with a beaming grin. “And just like that, you are forgiven, Stevie,” he singsongs with a whimsical sort of accent.

Steve rolls his eyes but doesn’t scold him for the nickname. He complained about it once, and Eddie called him that and nothing else for days. He figures it’s just better to count his losses.

His face loses every hint of annoyance when his eyes find you — standing in the kitchen wearing one of his sweatshirts, Eddie’s baggy pajama pants, and yesterday’s makeup. You shake a pan of jiffy pop over the stove and beam at the sight of your boy.

“Hi, babe!” you greet, a little louder than you mean to. It’s hard to gauge how quiet you should be over the sounds of popping popcorn, bickering boys, and a television slowly losing signal.

“Hey,” Steve grins in response. His voice and his smile are much quieter than yours had been. It’s lopsided and rosy and totally unkissed. You figure you’ll have to steal a peck or two when Eddie's not looking.

“You’re late,” you tell him — not scolding, just observant and worried with it. “You had me nervous for a minute there… Forty of ‘em, actually.”

“Sorry. Work got busy outta nowhere, and I didn’t wanna leave Rob by herself.”

You flash a smile at the boy leaning against the counter beside you. “You’re so sweet, Stevie. Did you know that?”

The nickname sounds much sweeter spilling from your mouth than from Eddie’s. It has him smiling all shy at his sneakers while his stomach flutters like a kid with a crush. He busies his fidgeting fingers with the glass bowl of chocolate-covered pretzels you and Eddie have already made a sizeable dent in.

“Thanks, but she probably would’ve killed me if I tried to leave, so… I think I might’ve just been sweet by force.”

He bites into the snack between his fingers with an audible crunch.

You’re grinning at him just the same, even after his confession — so full of love your cheeks threaten to burst with it. “That’s fair, I guess,” you concede with a small shrug and a crooked smile.

“What movies do you nerds have me watching tonight, then, huh?” he asks with his mouth full.

“Eds! What movies are we watching tonight?” you shout into the living room.

Steve plugs his ringing ears with his pointer finger in time for Eddie to yell back, “The Shining for the appetizer and The Exorcist for the main course!”

Steve’s brows pinch as his chiseled features twist in confusion. His honey eyes dance between you and where Eddie bangs on the side of the staticky television in the living room. “Wait— Aren’t those, like, crazy terrifying?”

“Yep,” you answer with an enthusiastic nod and a sparkling gaze. Your grin somehow widens at the promise of something menacing. “It’s gonna be metal— can you hand me a bowl?”

Steve huffs with a pouted face but complies anyway. He grabs a plastic container from the drying rack beside the sink and hands it to you. You pour the freshly popped popcorn into it, and he whines like a child.

“We’re watching scary movies?”

“Well, yeah, Harrington,” Eddie scoffs over the sound of an old black-and-white show when he finally gets the TV to work again. He walks to the kitchen with an amused gaze and leans his elbows over the countertop. “It’s Halloween. What’d you expect?”

“It’s the middle of October,” Steve deadpans.

“Yeah. Halloween. What’d you think we were gonna watch— Pretty in Pink?”

“I love that movie…” the brunette mumbles beneath Eddie’s cackling.

You flash him a sweet smile and wide, attentive eyes. “Do you wanna watch something else?”

Feeling like he’s been caught, Steve tries his best to play it cool. He’s past the point of feeling the need to impress you, but he still wants to enjoy all the things you do. Even if they are scary and bloody and downright horrifying at times.

“No. I mean, I don’t really care, honestly,” the boy stammers with a nonchalant shrug. “I just… I don’t know— I’ve never really been into horror movies, you know?”

Eddie chuckles knowingly. “Why? Are you scared?”

“No,” Steve scoffs with narrowed eyes, then waves his hand in a wild gesture. “They’re just gory… And gross.”

“Yeah. That’s the fun part.”

Steve’s face screws up at the boy’s sadistic grin.

The wild-haired boy giggles quietly to himself and turns on his heel to head back into the living room. The old couch squeaks under his weight when he plops down onto it.

“Do you really not wanna watch them?” you wonder, more quietly now that your best friend is gone. Your gaze is glittering, stern in its softness. Your chin tilts to your chest as you look at the boy from beneath your lashes. “‘Cause I get it if they’re too graphic, you know? We can always watch something else—”

“No. I lied. I am scared.” Steve blurts in one breath.

A laugh sputters from your mouth before you can stop it.

Steve gapes, feigning offense, though his own rosy smirk begins to tug at his mouth.

“Don’t laugh! You’re supposed to be comforting me!”

“I know,” you hum sweetly, tilting your head to the side and shaking your head. “You’re just cute.”

“Yeah. I’m adorable,” he monotones with a flat, unamused face.

Your hand rises to his chin, ringed fingers cupping his stubbly jaw. His cheeks squish together, and his lips jut softly out — adorable, indeed.

“I’ll keep you safe, ‘kay?” you promise quietly.

Steve nods, all but melting into your touch.

You smile at him for a fleeting moment, then press a kiss to his gently pouted mouth a second later. The quiet smacking sound fills the small kitchen. You part from him too quickly for his liking, gathering bowls of popcorn and miscellaneous snacks and trying to balance them in your arms on your way to the living room.

Steve tries to ignore the butterflies fluttering against his ribcage when you part from him. He couldn’t love you more if he tried.

“Well, what about Eddie?” he calls to you and, very pointedly, to the Munson boy. “I don’t trust him not to do some freaky shit to try and scare the piss out of me.”

You turn back around with wide eyes, attempting to be mindful of everything you hold in your hands. Picking popcorn kernels out of the carpet would be a total bitch.

“Well— I mean— that’s basically his love language, so…”

So at least that would mean he sort of likes you, you want to say

Eddie beats you to the punch. He finishes your sentence for you, as he so often does, with a cynical shout from the living room. “—So you have exactly nothing to worry about, Harrington!”

Steve isn’t so sure.

He’s growing on Munson. Even if neither of them want to admit it.

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love-everyone · 2 years ago

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I want to dive straight into this gorgeous salad and I can say hand on heart that I have been making the most of blood orange season- I just love the unique flavour of this glorious citrus which is perfect in a salad with lots of punchy winter leaves. I used radicchio today, as well as organic spinach, organic mozzarella and toasted hazelnuts with juicy green olives, San Daniele ham, fresh chives and a dressing made with wholegrain Dijon mustard, balsamic vinegar and honey. So many lovely flavours here and this salad really packs a punch. link

#food #curators on tumblr

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sicklymadscientist · 7 months ago

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Do you have any favorite hazbin snzcanons?

I sure do 😈 An/gel Du/st occupies 99% of my brain these days so they’re all about him. Credits to @ghostlychill for being my co-conspirator on these:

• He’s allergic to peppermint (based on the fact that peppermint repels spiders).

• His nose is extremely touch-sensitive and a simple nose boop can turn it into a sneeze button.

• He doesn’t like to be alone when sick, and he’ll move almost all his bedding to the parlor to camp out on the couch for the duration of his illness.

• He’s a walking variety pack, with sneezes ranging from efficient and punchy (his ordinary sneeze) to torturously drawn-out and itchy (his allergic sneeze) to harsh and 3-syllabled (his punctuating cold/flu sneeze).

• He tends to cover with the back of his wrist. But he’s been guilty of not covering.

• Also guilty of littering his vicinity with balled up tissues instead of getting up to throw them away when he’s sick.

#that gif tho #my brain has been on a never ending loop of angel snzarios since February #haz/bin ho/tel

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darlingpwease · 1 year ago

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need some yandere omega Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu

there are devils in still waters

I guess that means the period after wei wuxian's death, but if mo xuanyu is a separate character, then... well... you know where to find me >;333

♡ unhealthy behaviour (clinginess, non-consensual kissing, obsessiveness, possessiveness, manipulation & baby trapping if you squint), animalistic behaviour, omegaarchy world implied, mention of death [wei wuxian], mention of killing, mention of alcohol, mention of forced relationship if you squint, reader is raising wen yuan

ωα WEI WUXIAN is not the omega who is in close touch with his emotions, even despite his open and disobedient nature — even if his personality seems passionate, he is not inclined to analyze his emotions and tries to avoid any emotional pressure and heart-to-heart conversations, like the plague, until more emotionally sensitive people (only you) catch him; when they create an atmosphere in which it would be comfortable for him to try to deal with his emotions, which are more like an eternally bleeding wound.

He does not appreciate, does not understand and does not like his emotions, swinging like a pendulum, trying to use intelligence and a punchy character to close himself like a shield. Therefore, at first he runs. Not from you, of course — but WEI WUXIAN more than understands that he feels different next to you, that he wants to be even better and louder to attract your attention, that a shiver runs through his body when you touch each other, that his gaze is always looking for you and feels bitterness when you are with someone others, experiencing an almost obsessive desire to interrupt and hang on to you.

WEI WUXIAN conducts research — enters the personal space of others, asks one of his close friends to touch them more gently, compares the feelings of intimacy and communication with others compared to you, and compares compares compares — constantly keeping his finger on the pulse, trying to sort out his tangle of emotions when they become too obvious and intrusive, it's like the sound of drums, especially when you're so close that he can smell you and can see the delicate skin of the neck, which for some reason looks very tempting to bite it. When he purrs, snuggling up to you, feeling so blissfully safe and comfortable, rubbing his nose against your skin, or when your half-playful offer to stay in the nest — and for some reason it makes his throat dry up and his palms sweat.

There's nothing wrong with that — after all, you're a pack, and it's natural for a pack to be close to each other, right? Right? It is natural that he tries to leave smelling marks on you, bites you lightly without marks, clings to you, does not like when other omegas are around you and feels anger at the sight of your communication with others, especially if they think they can touch you. No! They can't! — and then hastily extinguishes this feeling in himself, trying to understand why they can't. It's not that you're a couple or anything — you're an alpha, and it's only natural that you'll have an omega one day. There aren't many alphas among cultivators, especially at your level, so you will inevitably get married one day and have a separate pack. But hey, that doesn't mean you're leaving him, does it? After all, you're friends– you're close friends, and you'll always be there for each other, right?

... When WEI WUXIAN drags you into your room, feeling your breath on his neck, blushing not only from alcohol, seeing you for the first time in such a relaxed and relaxed state in which you allow yourself to be defenseless, lying peacefully on his back, knowing that he will bring you to your room anyway and take care of the necessary things, fully trusting him — alphas are undesirable to drink alcohol, but you can't help but celebrate coming of age, after which you have the right to officially marry, — and WEI WUXIAN can't deny that his throat gets dry when he can't help but glance at you, feeling such an incomprehensible growing delight in his chest.

You really trust him, don't you? After all, who else besides him is so close to you, right?

Even if he is such a troublesome omega, you still tenderly look at him, accepting him as a member of your pack, although you could definitely find yourself a much better friend, after all, you are so amazing and inspiring, the most wonderful and necessary person in his life, — and when he gently puts you down on the bed, still feeling the alcohol flowing in his blood, but much more conscious than you, and you look so attractive and gentle, not at all like anyone in his life...

... Maybe, maybe it's not entirely his fault — when he presses against you with vulgar sounds from wet kisses, clinging, clumsily squeezing your lips with his, pulling away only to continue again, not understanding what he is doing, but looking for at least some way out of the devouring uncontrolled fire inside, even more spurring his hot itchy body to action, allowing himself to pull you along with him, almost suffocating from a strong grip, while he seemed to be trying to lick you, inhaling the intoxicating mixture of your smell with his, shamelessly purring from the long-awaited pleasure.

Next to you, it's so good, so hot — his hands can't help but slide over the fabric of clothes while he desperately presses his lips tightly to yours, feeling how alcohol starts hitting his head even harder from the heat, confusing thoughts, leaving only you you you as an obsession from which he has not been able to for several years get rid of him, his alpha, his pack, his partner — but when the thirst to merge with you sweeps through his body with heat, his mind immediately sobers up, realizing what he is doing, looking at you, breathing heavily, but understanding little — and WEI WUXIAN immediately jumps up, even if it makes his head spin, hurriedly bringing you to a more suitable state for sleeping and putting you to bed before escaping, locking the door behind him, with a shiver of excitement and disgust for himself, pressing his palm to burning itchy lips.

... WEI WUXIAN avoids you for a few more days, and although you understand that he is trying to put his thoughts in order, the fact that you do not understand what caused such a whirlwind in his soul confuses you much more — but you do not bother him, even if you catch the incomprehensibly confused looks of your mutual friends asking what to do about it; after all, seeing you separately, given that he used to be your free sticker, is... strange. But you just shake head, making it clear that everything is fine — whatever it is, he just needs time before he himself comes, having understood at least remotely his emotions and feelings.

And WEI WUXIAN is anyone but a coward, unable to take responsibility for his actions, even if his emotions have never been something he could control — when he appears in front of your door with a drooping, frightened look, nervously adjusting his sleeves and looking away, lowering his head; as soon as you invite him inside, he exhales directly tells you about the fact that he kissed you when you were drunk — and immediately after your reassurance that you were both drunk and this, well, sometimes happens to drunk people, almost immediately enthusiastically animatedly asks you for permission to court you, holding your hands with trembling, and in his brilliant eyes you see burning adoring myriads of stars, as if at a glance to the night sky.

And even your uncertainty does not scare him away — nothing scares him away and does not ruin him anymore when you do not push him away, but also do not try to give hope before, although seeing that he is a beautiful omega, without considering him in that sense. WEI WUXIAN has all the time in the world — and when his hot lips kiss your hands, looking with devouring adoration, while confidently purrs in a trembling voice that you are absolutely the best one, and no one will ever be better than you, because you are the only one who can be his mate, — you do not find the strength to push away.

ωα WEI WUXIAN is very wild and passionate when he stops running away from feelings, but meets them face to face — and although he was sticky before, it was never so intense and often; looking for any opportunity to wrap around you, cuddle, touch, bury, hug — anything while he can be as close as he craves, looking for physical touch, constantly sniffing and leaving soft marks on you, having quite straightforward intentions with how tenacious he is, but at the same time clearly tracking your boundaries, never stepping over them even if he gets carried away, carefully trying to constantly push your boundaries, but not putting him in an awkward position, even if he often says flirtatious sentences in the style of "let me warm your hands~" while it's summer outside.

And the fact that you are being cared for by an omega, especially one who, although undoubtedly attractive and good, was previously fixed in your mind as a 'pack member like beta omega only', can cause you vague feelings, especially when he tries to initiate more romantic gestures like being in the nest together, purring while he hides face in your neck or even more frequent and open flirtatiousness, shamelessly declaring to anyone who asks if you have an admirer that it is him, — and such a spouse as you, of course, will get to him, even if you shyly brush him off when he says such things, while he runs away with a playful smile, giggling, although you know that he will be back soon — and with pleasure bringing you small things and gifts, to such an extent that if he had a tail, you would see him wagging it.

A little wolf.

When WEI WUXIAN proudly straightens his chest and shoulders, playfully pouting like a peacock, proudly demonstrating to you his achievements of any kind, trying to impress, — but you know that any of your reactions, despite his seemingly carefree attitude, will be taken seriously and close to heart, looking for admiration from his beloved alpha; the fact that with you he becomes even more productive, motivated and efficient, only supports his whining about you being constantly around, forcing you to unwittingly indulge him again and again.

It's just melts your heart, making you almost shake your head in an affectionate gesture when he sticks to you again, gently biting — and stunned when you bite his neck slightly in response, although before that you only rubbed against him, leaving your smelling marks like any member of the pack or puppies. Perhaps you have never seen him so rosy when WEI WUXIAN looks at you with a completely dumbfounded look before touching your barely noticeable mark on his neck with a silly adoring smile.

... silly.

But that only makes him stickier, building nests and stealing your clothes — and there's not much you can do about it. But when you talk all night, hugging tightly, exchanging whispers and giggles, inhaling each other's scent and burying in hair, you are sure that you are happy.

ωα You don't know when it all went wrong — and why it should have gone wrong with the two of you.

The only consolation you could find was in each other, blindly clinging, letting him hide his face in your neck, looking for the presence of his alpha, as if he was not a brave and strong omega, but a tiny puppy looking for peace and security in your nest, even if your "nest" was your dirty clothes from which you created some kind of crooked nest while holding it in your hands, waiting for help, knowing that this is the only thing you can do.

You know that hating Qishan Wen Clan is not an option, — but how can you not, anxiously peering into Wei Wuxian's face while he lies, buried in your chest, trembling slightly, purring faintly from the feeling of your hands on his head, stroking his hair. To wait for help, hoping that they will have time; to believe that there is still just a little bit left, while your mind is trying to figure out how much time has passed, how soon time will pass, everything around you is suffocating you, why you should be in such a situation, why exactly he should have been in such a situation — when WEI WUXIAN whispers in a trembling voice how much he loves you and how wonderful you are and how sorry he is that you are in such a situation, stopping only when you hold him tightly, soothing him with a smell and soft bites, like an annoying puppy, although your own the body is no less wounded than he is.

And it doesn't get any better.

And WEI WUXIAN doesn't get any better — especially when his flexible, strong fingers dig into your shoulders, and everything that previously seemed right to him only leads to deterioration, from which he can only cling to you suffocatingly, like a blind puppy following a familiar scent — why can't you just love me?! — but instead of at least a hint of understanding of reality, you see only the flame of madness splashing in his pupils and a blind, devouring something that causes you to involuntarily almost tremble.

Why can't you not leave me? Why don't you want to make me your omega? Why don't you want to combine our nests into one? Why?! Why can't I be good enough?! Why do you need someone else?!

You have been together, — for several months now, — but you understand that it will not calm him down if you say this when he looks down from above, but does not attack, clearly fixing that you are you.

... Perhaps it's your fault that he doesn't feel truly loved by you, since he says this when everything around him is nothing more than bright spots. But you don't really have time to do something, it's when you take up arms, saving what you need — and saving him, even if he desperately says that he doesn't need protection, but once you say that you want to protect him, that it's your will, WEI WUXIAN... allows you to do it.

You know that demonic cultivation destroys from the inside — and that your omega, your too proud and accustomed to never show weakness omega, will never allow himself something that could at least show how fragile and soft he is from the inside until his mind and sanity becomes thinner than a single hair.

And even if you try to give him your clothes, make nests, let him know that you are near and that you believe and accept him by anyone, he will always be your omega, you see that something inside him is still struggling, as if undermining from the inside, and when his fingers dig into your skin, you can't do anything but pull it closer. And for the first time he feels good.

As soon as it's over, we'll do whatever you want. We can travel all over the world or settle down in a small house with a small garden and chickens — whatever you want. I will always be there for you.

I want that future too.

You want this future too.

You, like him, also want this future. The future is with him, with your common house, a common nest and a common small vegetable garden. Or travel the world as wandering cultivators, not tied to anything, but able to soar and stay like mandarin ducks.

“... You know that animals don't like me very much.”

“But you have me. And they have me.”

Yes.

He's not the best at emotions, — you know that yourself — but he's sure he'll get better.

It will definitely get better.

You are like his perfect little world, his perfect safe haven, his soul mate, his only half.

“... If one day you're gone, then I don't need this life either. But if I'm gone one day, then wait for me, okay? I'll be back. I will always come back to you.”

ωα You love puppy Wen Yuan — and he obviously loves you no less, from the very first meeting, constantly clinging to you like your baobei did (although he preferred to put his hands higher), and even after you take him for yourself, for some reason feeling as if WEI WUXIAN himself took care of that it is you who will become the next parent of the little pup.

But even if he did, you have no one to ask about it.

Wen Yuan is a very calm and quiet puppy, but very clingy and needy — and you understand why; after all, he has survived too many events, and even if you build a huge number of fluffy nests with your smell (and an admixture of His smell — after all, He used your clothes so often that the fabric seemed to be soaked in His scent), constantly carry him with you and purr regularly, leaving smelling marks and rubbing his nose on his soft cheeks, Wen Yuan still hates being without you and does not like strangers, hiding behind you, not feeling himself at all safe in the first years, wrapping thin weak arms around your neck and leg, being safe only in your arms.

But you don't mind at all, finding solace in a child that reminds you of Him so much — even if you never talk about this omega again, putting a thin white bandage around your neck to show that you are not a 'free' alpha, even if you haven't smelled any other omega for years, but only attractive the scent of alpha, and even the fact that you are raising a little puppy who likes to sleep in your arms because sometimes he has nightmares, and sits peacefully on your lap, looking for the presence of his alpha parent, rather enhances your popularity.

You remain deaf to this.

If you didn't have little Wen Yuan, the only memory of Him, your cute adorable puppy, smelling like spring, a little milk and a tiny drop of the emperor's smile since you can't stop inhaling his smell (ha) while doing your business, stroking the puppy wrapped in your clothes, you would go on a journey. Nothing would have prevented you then — to leave here, from this place that always reminds you of your omega, leaving everything behind you — but Wen Yuan is sleeping so sweetly, clinging to you in a dream, that you can't even imagine that you left and left him just like you left him, even if situations in the style of "my eyes are higher" while the puppy sleeps in the folds of your clothes and attracts everyone's attention happen more than often.

Wen Yuan, although now his name is not like that at all, — he is your puppy — becomes slender and thin as bamboo, blossoming as an omega, despite the behavior and disposition of beta, more and more like your omega, but now when you remember him, your heart is bigger it doesn't hurt. After all, it is impossible to suffer continuously for thirteen years, especially when an anxious and needy puppy grows up with you, which now, however, you call 'puppy' only when you tease him or in the meaning of 'young man', even if you practically do not need to do it — Wen Yuan's personality, although similar to your omega's, but not so wild and passionate; however, his personality traits are just as possessive and almost jealous, especially when you catch him furiously destroying the letters of all those people who send you a wedding proposal (after your permission for this, of course, although you did not ask him personally to deal with it).

You want to tell him not to get carried away, but the way Wen Yuan burns these hateful letters that come and come and come and come to you since he remembers himself, makes you understand that he, too, has already reached white heat, ready to fight with anyone who tries to take care of by you, almost rearing up like a cat (or like a wolf cub) and hissing, feeling that, despite the mild manifestation, such letters and words are unpleasant to you — and he has enough tact and emotional attunement with you to feel that this is your personal topic that you want to bury just as he wants to destroy all those who constantly remind you of the need to get married.

And when Wen Yuan stands in front of you, as if trying to protect you the same way you did when he was a puppy and hid behind you from strangers, makes you wonder if it is not your destiny to be constantly protected by your omegas.

Although being protected by your puppy is, of course, much more awkward and strange, even if it is warm.

... At least WEI WUXIAN was tall, and it wasn't like the top of his head somehow reached your chest...

ωα ... WEI WUXIAN is confused at first, waking up in an incomprehensible omega body, even if it is very similar to his own except for height, but when he realizes what happened — oh, he does not even intend to hide his delight at the fact that his words turned out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy, even if before that he needs to deal with several people.

In his blood, intoxicating delight is combined with inclusions of desperate need and resentment, which, like a dark sediment in a drink, leaves a mixture of disappointment inside, as if painfully picking up a sore wound and a broken heart, even if his mind can explain you — but everything that is inside cannot, wanting only to tear your ribs and skull to understand what is hidden inside you, how thoughts form in your head, what drives you, why you did it.

You yourself know that he is slightly vindictive when his thin emotional shell is wounded, hidden behind a shield, which you could touch at any time before, as if he was a wolf showing his stomach to you in the trusting understanding that, no matter what, you will never hurt him, — and if he had stayed alive then, you would have done everything to make sure that he would understand that you literally had no choice, and WEI WUXIAN understands this, but instead his emotions are like a destructive flame that can burn everything in its path.

... Perhaps the past has hardened him too much, but when he needs to kill, WEI WUXIAN has no more problems with it; after all, he himself has one very important unfinished business that is not so far away from here, and although it would be in his spirit to come up with some plan that does not include in general, he deals — without direct murder, of course — with everything necessary before leaving, carried away by a completely different matter than useless wandering here and there.

His hands are shaking slightly, but he knows what he is doing, heading in a painfully familiar direction, knowing that, of course, you will be there — would you travel anywhere with a child in your arms? Wen Yuan should definitely be with you — WEI WUXIAN knows this when riding the Little Apple, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and impatience.

How are you there? Are you alive and well? How do you live? How is your life with Wen Yuan? Did you give him a new name as your puppy or did you leave the old one? Do you remember him? Are you thinking about him? Do you miss him? Do you have a new omega? Do you build nests like before? Did you throw away clothes that smelled like him? Do you still keep his gifts? How does Wen Yuan live? Does he look more like you, him, or none of you? Have your tastes changed? Do you love or hate spicy food now? Would you cook him something sweet? What should he do with your new omega? What if you haven't been looking for anyone all this time and have been faithfully waiting for his return?

Will you be sorry? Will you be happy? Will you be disappointed? Will you be angry? Will you be ashamed?

His new body is not like before — fragile and weak, not at all like before, and now it will be hard for him to carry you on his back. But he will definitely be able to one day. And you will have a small house, a vegetable garden and a chicken coop. Or you will travel together. Now you two have so much time — you have the time of the whole world, especially to discuss the past, live in the present and think about the future. But WEI WUXIAN prefers to think about you and takes care that the future will be exactly what he wants.

He's your omega, right? And you're his alpha. Forever. And no one else can have you. You are only his — and he is only yours. And it will always be so. And it will always be so.

And he's more than willing to come back as a ghost of the past to remind you of that.

#❖.my jewelry #🥮 — mao dao zu shi #✉.wei wuxian #🧸.yandere au #🧸.omegaverse au #🧸.unhealthy #cw dark content #cw omegaverse #wei wuxian x reader

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foxofninetales · 1 year ago

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You get more leverage with a crowbar

"...I told you," bristles Elliot, stalking in an angry little half-circle around the open – very open – door. It's a heavy door, fireproof, and designed to add an extra layer of overnight security to the collection in the room beyond, but it hadn't been able to stand against the explosives that had been packed around its hinges and lock. "I told you there was something off about the whole setup. Or do you think that it's just a coincidence that someone else decided to rob the museum right after we took down all their security precautions?" He prowls back around again, feet automatically stepping over the unconscious security guard who is dreaming happily on the low-pile carpet – one of several who lies scattered decoratively around the museum thanks to Sophie’s intervention.

Hardison sees his point, but at the same time, it's not like mister punchy-man is the one who has been putting in the hard work on this heist so far. "You're upset? Who spent hours”– okay, lie, it was like five minutes, but he has a mystique to cultivate here –"making sure all the alarms were disabled just to find that someone took advantage of his hard work–"

"Your hard work!" Sophie breaks in with an expressive wave of her hands. "You think it's easy spending two weeks being a docent? On a museum salary? During field trip season?!" She shudders beneath the name badge (not hers) that she is still wearing. There are sticky handprints on the hem of her sensible grey suit.

"Quiet!"

They all stop and look at Nate, who is staring down at the fallen door with a deeply contemplative expression. Hardison can almost hear his fans spinning. "Do you ever feel," he says slowly – and that is his sit-up-and-pay-attention voice, his mastermind voice, his I'm-at-heart-a-deeply-creepy-bastard voice, "that we were being led the whole way here?"

Hardison knows by now that the best way to speed up Nate's processor is with a little kick of wounded pride, and he's got plenty of his own to share. "Naw – you're saying that someone mailing us a newspaper article about the failed repatriation attempts around the duke's collection might not have been a coincidence?"

"I'm saying," says Nate, rising predictably to the bait, "that I think this is less to do with the temple and more to do with some other person or agency about which we, currently, know far less than they apparently do us."

"I can tell you they're Chinese," interjects Elliot. Nate's laser-focus snaps to him, and under that stare he gives a shrug. "Or at least that they learned how to build explosives by working with fireworks in Liuyang. Smell that." He takes a deep sniff and let the breath out through his mouth, just like he's at a wine tasting. What a freak [affectionate]. "Notice how the sulfur tang hits the back of your tongue? The bitter finish?"

Hardison sniffs dutifully, but mostly smells...smoke. And not even much of that – not even enough to set off the museum's smoke detectors even if they and everything else in the adorable little setup the museum thinks is a security system weren't sitting there obediently waiting for Hardison to tell them what to do. "Mmmhmm, sure," he lies, with the ease of long practice. "And you're trying to say you know where this guy trained from a smell?"

"It's a very distinctive smell," says Elliott, right on cue. Damn, Hardison is gonna get Elliot bingo fast tonight. "But the explosive placement on that door is more like the placement you'd use in underground structures, so we're dealing with someone who was trained on explosives in mines, or excavation, or–"

He stops dead. Stares at nothing, brows drawing down in a tangle, and mutters something that sounds mystifyingly like "cultural artifacts". Then tilts his head back and yells like the tiniest, angriest rooster in the world:

"WANG PANGZI, YOU GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!"

There's a moment's pause, and then a deep rumbling chuckle. They all turn towards the source of the sound, just in time to see a man amble into the light. He's a big man, fat-over-muscle, but he moves with the kind of ease that tells Hardison that he knows how to use every ounce. Elliot is glaring at him like he's going to go for his ankles any second, but Hardison is saved from having to intervene (i.e., get out his camera) by the delighted trill that comes from Sophie beside him.

"Pangzi, darling!" She drifts forward like a battleship under full sail and is almost instantly wrapped in the big man's arms, both of them breaking into a fast-paced chatter in a language Hardison recognizes from his hacker forums and subbed dramas as a Chinese dialect (not that the man's features and the fact that he's apparently *also* robbing an exhibit of Chinese antiquities aren't also something of a tip-off). Whoever this guy is, Sophie knows him well, so well that their expressive movements as they both gesture effusively with their hands interweave effortlessly.

Hardison's so busy bemusedly watching this unexpected love-fest that he misses the moment that someone else appears on the scene. What he doesn't miss, though, is Nate stiffening beside him. It's almost a Sterling-level stiffen, and that has Hardison glancing over pretty damn quickly, but all he sees is another man, Chinese like the first but a little younger, and far too ordinary in appearance to be in a museum at midnight with an unconscious guard and a still-smoking door. Hardison looks him over evaluatingly: the glasses say "geek" and the sweater says "prep", but the scar on his neck says either "danger" or "has a hell of a story about a power tool".

"Wu Xie," says Nate, not so much smiling as allowing his teeth to surface from the depths. Oh, Nate hates this guy. Hardison perks up in interest.

"Nate," says the man, returning the smile – and Hardison may not know him, but he's stolen enough antiques to recognize a matched set when he sees one. Innnnnteresting. Hardison tries to remember where he's heard the name Wu Xie before – and 3.5 seconds later, it hits him like a box of rocks.

He flails.

"Wait a minute," he says, loud enough to break through the sound of Sophie and the fat man (who appear to have started singing) all indignation at being used by the competition evaporating like smoke in the face of a much greater injustice. "Wait. A. Minute. If that–" he points at Nate's latest nemesis, who blinks "–is Wu Xie, and that–" another, increasingly accusatory jab of his finger "–is Wang Pangzi, then does that mean"– he can hear his own voice getting higher –"does that mean that Zhang Qiling is around here someplace?"

He spins around, futilely scanning the ceiling, and finishes his circle aimed squarely at his cheating, holdout, betrayer of a boyfriend who'd better enjoy having every internet link he clicks be a rickroll for the next week because he knows what he did. "You know Batman and you didn't tell me?!"

** * **

In the quiet shadows of a balcony above, a dark figure crouches on a railing, his black clothing somehow managing to blend with the dimly-lit neutrals of the museum walls. His posture is attentive but comfortable; his hood is pulled down low over his face, and strapped to his back is a black and gold sword that would be worth a heist in its own right.

Silently, a line drops down from the ceiling and a second figure in black – this one upside-down and with a blond ponytail that hangs down like an inverted exclamation-mark – slides down to hang even with the first.

"Hey, Xiaoge," says Parker, holding out an open bag of marshmallows that she'd liberated from the gift shop.

Not turning his head, Xiaoge nods, and takes a handful.

And together they chew in companionable silence, while their families sort things out below.

#dmbj #leverage #dmbj x leverage crossover #should i have been writing something completely different?#absolutely yes #but this has been living in my head for a while and wanted to come out today #my fic #foxfic

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jovenshires · 9 months ago

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endless au edits: smosh theatre's seasonal lineup (2/4)

keeping up with the run of smosh classics, smosh's second production of the year will be a rendition of little shop of horrors in the spring, directed by the other esteemed smosh co-founder, ian hecox. as per usual, any hecox production is certain to be a delicious twist of comedy and tragedy, and this show fits that descriptor to the t. packed to the brim with bright and colorful costumes, elaborate props, and punchy dark humor, little shop makes perfect sense for a director well-known for finding the bright spots in the darkness (and vice versa). with his trusty stage manager sidekick and previous fellow director, spencer agnew, by his side, hecox is sure to make this musical a hit. as for the cast, fans will be delighted to see smosh's resident powerhouse courtney miller as audrey, a hopeless romantic with a heart of gold. miller is not only a vocal and theatrical legend, but also both nonbinary and queer, something they noted that they hope to bring to the role of audrey. miller shared the news on twitter earlier today, saying, "i cannot wait to bring to you this fantastic person i've gotten to know over these past few months. i've put a little piece of myself into her, and i just want you all to know this is our best, gayest show to date." smosh certainly leaned into this idea by making her leading man fellow queer actor and fan-favorite funnyman, tommy bowe. bowe has been with smosh for seven years now; over that time, he's gone from lighting director to bit-part actor to, finally, leading man. this will be the first smosh show bowe's ever taken the lead on, and as i know firsthand from working with him on several other theater productions, no one deserves it more. bowe also shared the news to his social media today, saying on his instagram that this is "a dream come true." we previously saw bowe and miller side-by-side in last year's production of les miserables as thenardier and madame thenardier respectively. as you may recall from my review, the two than proved that they have electrically fun chemistry and excellent comedic prowess, which is extremely promising for this production. i, for one, couldn't be happier for them, and i cannot wait to see how queer this show can really get. other than the two incredible leads, this may be one of the most interesting and unique casts smosh has ever assembled. starring in his first feature role at smosh is trevor evarts as orin scrivello, dds, audrey's controlling, masochistic boyfriend. known for his previous (and part-time continuing) work at the mythic playhouse, evarts is a mangenue on the rise to stardom, and this show is the perfect launchpad for his career. in an interview posted today with theater weekly, evarts said that he was "so excited to join the cast," stating boldly that, in his opinion, "smosh is the future of theater." as trevor's talent is so evidently rooted in his quick-witted, raunchy comedy, there is no doubt in my mind that evarts will make the perfect killer dentist. you know how the saying goes, though; something old, something new. thus, it should be no surprise that we will see two returning faces to the smosh stage, specifically mari takahashi (audrey ii) and joshua ovenshire (mr. mushnik). after nearly four years of absence, the two original cast members are returning for a much-anticipated reunion with the smosh crew. since their original leave, takahashi and ovenshire have worked together on several minor productions, as well as beginning their own podcast. today's episode confirmed that they would be making their re-debut on the smosh stage, discussing why they left and, more importantly, why they're coming back. as an actor, takahashi is known for her rich singing voice and commanding presence on stage, while ovenshire's specialty lies in physical humor and over-exaggerated personas. i can't think of better additions to this cast - although it will certainly be interesting to see how well the old blood blends with the new...

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ficyorick · 2 months ago

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[BE] deleted scenes clean-up :) - ch3

i always put scenes im cutting out into a separate file, just in case i get to reuse them but these r definitely goners so i can share

Originally, the trip back from Pennsylvania to the cabin was a bit longer. I sort of cannibalized that moment to make the transition from Billy's being mad at Kessler to Billy taking it out on HL more of a punchy moment:

"Get the fuck out of my car." Billy turned towards the road and flipped the headlight control, switching to low beam.

"I'm not in your car, buckaroo. I'm inside you." Kessler smiled his wide grin.

"Where were you taking me?" Butcher didn't acknowledge anything his dying brain was saying to him. "Where are we?"

Kessler sighed like a parent who knew they just weren't getting through to their moody teen. He closed the glove compartment with a click, but not before dropping a pack of wet wipes on Butcher's knees. "On the way back. Figured you needed a distraction. We just got on 219, keep going straight and we'll be out of Pennsylvania soon."

Butcher reached into the packet he himself dropped in his lap. He wordlessly wiped at his face and his hands, getting most of the already crusting blood off. The rest would have to wait till the cabin. Slowly, he released the handbrake and let the van start properly. Kessler leaned back in his seat, getting comfortable.

"I could drive for you." He offered casually.

"No. I need to think." Butcher squeezed the gas pedal, eyes glued to the road.

Kessler made a doubting noise in response but didn't press.

It took them another day to get back where the cabin was. At some point, Butcher had to pull over and catch some shuteye in the back of the van. Kessler stayed in the passenger's seat while Billy changed his clothes to slightly less bloody and rolled a makeshift pillow from his jacket. He closed his eyes and saw only red, the bright red of the bunker corridor and the dark red of the blood from the Supes he ripped apart. Supes and whoever else was down there.

Becca. Becca was down there too.

Was she hoping to stop him? Stop Kessler? It was way too late now, she had to have known that. And even though she also was just a byproduct of his neurons dying off one by one, Butcher was mad that it was Kessler who got to see her. She wasn't real, she wasn't his Becca, she was just a hallucination. She was just him. Like Kessler.

But he still wanted to hear her voice again.

When Billy woke up, he was in the driver's seat again and it was night already. This time, the control was given to him carefully, sensation by sensation, not all at once like after the bunker.

"Oi, you twat." Butcher gripped the steering wheel again, feeling his hands as his again.

Kessler was sitting back in the passenger's seat. "We're almost at the cabin. You're welcome."

"I said I wanted to drive." Billy very quickly realized they were about to arrive at the very familiar driveway into the forest. He added more gas as soon as the surroundings began to make sense.

"No, I know what you want." Kessler said and didn't elaborate, but the way Butcher sped up was enough of an answer for both of them. "You’ve been thinking about it ever since that gas station."

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and if ur still reading... the original ending to the ch3 looked like this. before the very painstaking edit process the whole HL-on-Butchers-lap scene was WAY more... you know. more handsy. i decided to downplay it considerably bc I felt i was jumping the gun too early and im glad i did, i prefer butcher more tortured about the whole thing. this ending is like. its rly good but its basically the same moment from ch5 when homelander leans into the touch and calls butcher scared. i had to choose which one of these moments i get to keep and i went with the one in ch5 bc its one of the first scenes i ever wrote for this fic haha:

Homelander convulsed a few more times underneath his palm, groaning and half-sobbing violently. Butcher managed to start and flick away another cigarette before the body underneath his palm finally grew still. He realized he still hadn't taken his hand away. Homelander made another pathetic noise and spat loudly into the bowl, before shakily lifting himself away. He could barely hold his head up and had to immediately rest it on the toilet seat, pressing his cheek against it. His face was red, completely exhausted. Skin covered in sweat, both his eyes and his nose leaking fluids, a thread of drool on his lips. He looked completely devoid of coherent thoughts in his head, just complete blankness. Until he finally regained some focus in those wet, blue eyes. Homelander sluggishly blinked at Butcher. His eyes squinted, flicking downwards. And suddenly Homelander was smiling at him. A small, sleepy smile.

"Are you hard right now?" He asked him, already knowing the answer.

Butcher looked down. And stormed out of the bathroom.

#i have one more deleted scene from ch 5 to post but after ch 6 bc i might still use it... just later.#i had to delete it bc it felt like. hmmm. too self-aware for either of these (butcher vc) cunts #be deleted scenes

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