#second time in this shipping week only that xander Does Not Know how to take a break and Kamui has to find a way to make him Stop

[yukiwrites]

His Two Most Precious

For Corrianderweek, Day 3: Bonding Moment. LONG TIME NO KATERINA!! My baby girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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There was always a larger influx of work and reports to read during the weeks preceding any of the Royals’ birthdays, most of all the King’s.

Thus, Xander spent more time than usual cooped up in his study, going over piles and piles of documents each and every day. Of course, so did Kamui, but she was one to know when to take her proper breaks so the people saw the Queen around the castle much more often than they did the King.

Throughout their years (over a decade!) of marriage, Xander had grown resistant to Kamui’s invitations to take breaks, be they family rated or not, so the Queen had to resort to her trump card…

“Toc, toc, toctocTooc!” A youthful, almost baby-like voice sounded at the same time a chubby hand did the set of knocks specially devised for her. The guard on duty outside fidgeted, wanting to open the door as it was his role, but being told not to.

From the inside, Xander tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Katerina?” He asked the empty room, being answered by the youngest princess of Nohr right outside.

“Caan Katie come inn, Papa?” She asked adorably, in a way that Xander could already picture how she was standing on the tips of her toes and swaying her fluffy dress around.

“Of course, my precious princess. Come on in.” The King immediately let go of his pen to welcome his youngest child midway to the room, opening his arms to pick her up.

Before he could, however, Katerina hopped inside and opened a rolled up sheet of paper, yelling a, “ta-dAH! Happy birthdee, Papa!”

“Oh?” Xander chuckled, wearing the warmest and fondest expression only found on a parent who deeply loved their children. “What priceless piece of art! Is that me?” He kneeled in front of the little girl, prompting her to sit on his knee and let him take the drawing so she could point to each of the hairy stick figures she had drawn with crayon.

“Here is Papa, me, Mama, bibig bro and big bro! I made Papa’s crown reaaally big here!” She kicked her chubby legs, making her curly, golden hair bounce around her pointy ears.

“Indeed, you have managed to capture me perfectly, my precious princess. May I keep this with me here?” He rolled the paper back, gesturing to his desk, intending on keeping the drawing in the drawer closest to his arm so it could be within his reach anytime he wanted to look at it.

“Mhm!” Katerina nodded as she wrapped both short arms around her father’s neck, squeezing him in a warm and loving hug. Xander reciprocated the gesture immediately, getting up as he held the little girl with one arm, safely holding her drawing with the other. He walked back to his desk, sitting upon the comfy chair by it so he could safely place the wonderful piece of art inside the drawer.

As he bent sideways to do so, Katerina made herself comfortable on top of his desk -- specifically making of the many important documents of the kingdom as her seat of honor. Usually, the one who would sit on his desk to distract him from work would be-

Wait just a moment…

From the corner of Xander’s eyes, he saw that the door to his study remained ajar, despite him knowing full well that was supposed to be a guard on duty standing right outside. As a rule, it was the soldier’s job to open the door for the guests and close it behind them, so there was no understandable reason for him not to do this single task of his job, unless there was someone of a higher rank than him standing right there to impede him from doing it.

“Say, Katerina?” That line of thought took less than half a second to conconte, so the young princess had barely set her fluffy dress atop his documents when he opened his mouth.

The little girl’s bright, red eyes that looked so much like her mother’s darted straight to Xander, being accompanied by a large, missing-a-tooth grin that somehow managed to melt the King’s heart even further. “Papa?”

“Did someone tell you to come here to do this? My birthday is only two days from now, after all.” He glanced from the princess to the door, wondering if he could catch a glimpse of what was behind that slight crack.

As matter-of-factly a 3-year-old could be, Katerina simply pointed to the door and said, “Mama!”

“C-cough!” Something behind the door moved, making Xander’s gaze catch a glimpse of a blue dress.

Pressing his lips so as to hide a smirk that fought to grow on his lips, Xander cleared his throat, managing to ask with a semi-sarcastic, mostly-fond tone: “Would you care to join us, Kamui?”

Xander could feel the tension coming from beyond the door, which made his hard-fought smirk win half of the battle, giving him an annoyed look to the normal onlooker. To his family, however? They could see that he was fighting back the urge to laugh the moment any of them laid eyes on him.

Kamui awkwardly popped her head inside the study, smiling as though caught red-handed. “Heehee, you caught me!”

“Mama!” Katerina bounced on her seat of documents. “Mama, Mama!”

The couple exchanged glances that carried the words of a man and woman who had been together for the largest part of their lives. See that? She’s calling me so I’m going over now, Kamui giggled innocently, knowing that her husband would see through her ruse right away. We will need to talk later, was the only message Xander’s gaze sent through, but Kamui simply smiled as though to ignore it and quickly headed towards the bouncing little girl.

“Katie heard everyone say it’s Papa’s birthdee, but it’s not! Did Mama say wrong?”

Kamui coughed once again, caught in her ruse by their too-smart 3-year-old. “M-Mama only meant that Papa was too busy with the preparations for this birthday party, my little pumpkin. Thank you for coming here and reminding him to take a break, okay?”

“Mhm!” The little girl nodded vehemently, but stopped it just as fast, “AH!”

Startled out of their skins, the parents each placed one hand on either of Katerina’s shoulders to assess how she was, but the princess simply widened her sparkling eyes as she looked at her mother.

“Bumpkin!” She waved energetically, “Nanny said there was bumpkin snack today!”

Xander and Kamui both breathed out in relief, the Queen placing one hand over her chest as the King stroked his thumb on Katerina’s arm in an act of fondness.

“Are you going to eat lots of pumpkins, my little pumpkin?” Kamui squeezed the little girl’s chubby cheeks, receiving a loud giggle and happy kicks in response.

“Mhm!” She nodded to Kamui, then immediately turned to Xander, opening her arms as though asking for upsies. “Papa, take me!”

Blinking, Xander was stunned for half a second before narrowing his eyes to his wife.

It wasn’t my idea, her eyes said, though her mouth let out a gurgling snort as her hands did a thumbs-up for her daughter’s wit. Noticing how her husband was about to give in, she joined the act by hugging Katerina and showing Xander the exact same look the little girl was giving him. “Take me too, Xander?” She pouted adorably, knowing that she would answer for this later.

“Take meeee, Papa!” Katerina insisted, pushing Kamui away so as to open her arms once again for her father.

Xander further narrowed his eyes as he reached for Katerina, promptly putting her on his arms and getting up from his seat. “I’m afraid I will not be able to take you, my Queen, as my arms are occupied with one princess already.”

Kamui grinned widely. “I suppose I must concede defeat, then. But I must ask for a fee for this travesty.” She tapped on his free arm, asking him to bend down to her short height so she could place a kiss upon his lips.

Not being able to hide his smile anymore, Xander simply did as his wife said and welcomed her kiss with open lips and closed eyes.

“Chuu, chuu, chuu!” Katerina imitated kissy sounds, wanting her to be the next receiver of smooches.

Gurgling a giggle under Xander’s lips, Kamui smiled as their kiss turned into smaller ones until she was able to speak. “Muah, muah, muah for Katie too!” The Queen pulled her little girl’s cheeks closer to her, covering her with loud and wet kisses.

Xander placed a patient peck on Katerina’s forehead after Kamui was done disheveling the princess’ hairdo, slicking the curly hair back with his free hand. After he was done, his Queen took the arm within her own, wanting to be escorted to the tea room alongside their daughter.

“Bumpkin, bumpkin!” Katerina chanted, kicking her tiny feet as Xander made his way out of the room with Kamui in tow. The guard that was supposed to be there had been probably relieved of his duties for the day by Kamui, but that was a matter for him to talk to her another time.

For now, he would enjoy this moment to bond with the most important women of his life, two days before his birthday. 

[thegirlwholied]

Cordelia and . . . Honestly anybody, Cordelia is my fave

I’m so excited to get this ask & know my favorite moments *instantly*! I love Cordelia SO much - whether she or Buffy herself is my favorite is a hard call, & as much as I love season 5/early season 6, I really feel the series loses something without Cordelia ~ despite Faith being the other Slayer, Cordelia was so often positioned as Buffy’s rival and challenged her in a way no other character really matches for me. The lack of a later seasons Buffy & Cordelia interaction is the #1 thing BTVSverse missed opportunity imho (Cordelia’s whole season 4 terrible plotline being the most egregious BTVSverse misstep).

my absolute favorite Cordelia moment is her bluff in “Homecoming” (”The point is, I haven't even broken a sweat. See, in the end, Buffy's just the runner-up. I'm the Queen. You get me mad, what do you think I'm gonna do to you?”) & honestly I would watch a whole season/show of Cordelia (or a Cordelia-like character) faking her way through vampire slaying. A close second would be her speech in Angel @ Dennis the Ghost’s mother, but both of those moments are just with villains-of-the-week.

in terms of shipping I *do* root for Cordelia/Angel but never right away as I love Cordelia/Doyle in season one and (while Xander is not a fave) the Cordelia/Xander dynamic was also fun in the early Buffy seasons. & when Wesley first shows up Cordelia’s interest in him makes sense. 

(this is kind of how I am with Buffy ships in general. I do love Buffy/Angel but love even more their dynamic parted & the star-crossed-ness of it all and needing to move on from that Big Love. And I LOVE Spike but he has to reach his “I made a promise to a lady” point before I really *ship* him with Buffy. I even root for Riley at his Parker-punching best.)

Heck, I even enjoy Devon as a Cordelia love interest a la!:

Cordelia: "Devon, I told you I'd be at the dance tonight, but I am not one of your little groupies. I won't be all doe-eyed, looking up at you, standing at the edge of the stage." Devon: "Got it." Cordelia: "So, I'll see you afterwards?" Devon: "Sure. Where do you wanna' meet?" Cordelia: "I'll be standing at the edge of the stage."

Always loved Dingoes Ate My Baby & Cordelia dating the frontman as means of introducing Oz into the Buffyverse! It really fleshed out their high school world.

Buffy is always my ultimate example of ‘where you start the story matters’ as I started simultaneously watching live & watching reruns back when season 6 of Buffy and season 3 of Angel were airing. 

So my ultimate Cordy/Angel moment was the first one I ever saw: the scene in “Billy”. where they’re training with the swords. that was an Influential Scene for me & aside from the swords! sexiness! of it all, I love a) Cordelia insisting on training b) reminding Angel she may need to protect herself from him! c) the excellent character moment of “three years of cheer squad, I only ever had to be shown a move once” ...and I realize this sounds like it is mostly about Cordelia vs. their dynamic but Angel being concerned that Cordelia doesn’t have faith in him saving her & being dismissive about the pom-poms of it all, both of which she counters, gets into everything I loved about how they balanced each other. 

I am also very fond of the s2 Buffy episode Halloween & think it’s notable that Cordelia manages to make Angel laugh, even if he just thinks she’s being ridiculous at the time, when she’s making moves on him while he’s waiting for Buffy! I’ve always enjoyed their interactions in that ep in context of their later friend(relation)ship.

With Doyle it HAS to be the vision-transferring kiss. It’s such a moment. “Too bad we’ll never know” is right. But I do also love the dynamic of the two of them at the bar in the Day That Gets Undone from “I Will Remember You”, commiserating on their probable unemployment & the human!Angel of it all.

I love the kind of friendship Wesley & Cordelia wind up with & my favorite moment between them, far and away, is their classic Buffy/Angel imitation. (also I really need to rewatch season 2-3 Angel; it’s been too long, as I’m realizing no moments with Gunn or Fred or Lorne jump as immediately to mind - but this scene is locked in my memory forever!)

With Xander it’s the moment at prom, after they’re broken up. Getting her the dress is a Big Move, but I love that it doesn’t become a take-him-back moment, just redemptive & kind. “It looks good on you.”/”Well, duh.” - & it ends with that. 

I also really like that Cordelia & Willow become phone buddies though there’s no one particular standout moment I can think of. I DO wish we’d gotten more interaction between Cordelia & Spike as their one scene in season 5 is so fun (as is the episode of Supernatural with Charisma Carpenter & James Marsters ~ I wasn’t even watching Supernatural that season, but I made sure to catch that one!)

If I had to choose I might love the Cordelia & Buffy frenemy relationship the most though. I am always here for more female friendships in all media, & I love how for all the cattiness & fun & rivalry & complexity between them, it comes down to, no, questions asked, when Buffy needs help in “Helpless”:

“Cordelia, could you please drive me home?”/ “Of course.”

That’s not just a moment that’s always stuck in my memory, or that I love, but downright one of the most important moments of the entire show for me (& any show with a dynamic like that, I could watch any day!)

[jamdropx35]

In the Sand

So, a few days ago I had this vision of the Seed brothers playing beach volleyball, almost Top Gun montage-esque like. ANYWAY, started writing it, because why not, and this is what came out... not at all like Top Gun, but still a bit of fun, i guess?

Anyway, ENJOY !

Word count : 4347

Ships : John Seed x Deputy.... that’s it.

Synopsis : Casey’s put together a bit of a Volleyball tournament for the Testy Festy, and it’s the perfect weather for it. Rooks pulled together her Justice League, and is aiming for a win, but John has other plans - his Seed Suicide Squad is definitely coming first. Jacob is shirtless... and in tiny shorts... for reasons.... good reasons....

Warning : This is crack. This is also a bit shit. I don’t even know what was happening. Also, obviously, no cult, no animosity - well, okay, a little bit -, no events of Far Cry 5.

ALSO I KNOW LITTLE TO NOTHING ABOUT VOLLEYBALL. IM SO SORRY

The sun beat down on Rook, unusually warm for mid-September in Montana, and she turned her face to take in as much of it as possible, sighing contently. She was sitting on the bleachers around the baseball-field-turned-festival-grounds, which was now covered in sand, watching as Casey set up the Volleyball net he had somehow managed to procure.

“Hey, Rook, give us a hand” Whitehorse barked to her, and she quickly jumped up in order to help them erect the net. With Casey and Whitehorse on one side, and Pratt and Rook on the other, they got the poles slammed into the pre-dug holes in the sand, and the net evened out. Hudson whooped as she carried another esky over to the erected tents.

“I gotta say Casey,” the tall, dark haired woman began, “this volleyball tournament was a brilliant idea – and it’s perfect for the weather”

“When was the last time we had sunshine like this in September? This is a California summer day. How did you organise this Casey?” Pratt added, also turning into the sun and beaming. Whitehorse paused a moment, removed his hat and rubbed his head briefly before replacing the hat.

Hudson sidled up to Earl, comfortably resting her hand on his shoulder, “You know you’re gonna have to ditch the hat, Earl, if we wanna win”, she grinned at him.

Whitehorse was the only team member in full gear, the three deputies had all opted to go a bit more relaxed, on account of the heat and in honour of the festival. Pratt had a pair of sunset coloured swimming trunks and a black tank top, his Deputy jacket piled on the bleachers with the girls’ jackets. Both Hudson and Rook were in denim shorts, Rooks more worn and ripped than Hudsons, and Hudson wore a plain white t-shirt, while Rook had an oversized Cougars Baseball tee tucked loosely into her shorts.

“The hat stays on” Whitehorse told them, voice allowing no room for argument.

“If you want to win, the hat will have to come off… or you can sub out, and I’ll play instead” Casey and the three Deputies all swung around as Marshall Burke swaggered onto the baseball field, sporting a pair of, perhaps too small, black trunks and a plain black t-shirt.

Earl grinned, “That was the plan, thanks Burke”. Rook launched herself at Burke, hugged him deeply, and Hudson moved over to shake his hand, Pratt pulling him in for a quick hug, “I called in back up sorry kids, I’m too old for this shit” Whitehorse explained happily. Rook beamed at him and moved to give him a quick hug.

Rook had quickly been established in the community as a hugger in the year since she’d arrived. Most people in the County accepted the hugs as part of her being around, particularly her team.

They continued the set-up, with the assistance of Burke and Mary May, and managed to pull it all together very quickly, thanks to Casey’s brilliant planning. They praised the chef for his planning, and his brilliant volleyball idea. The sign-up sheet had been placed in the bar two weeks ago, asking teams of 4 to sign up to compete in the tournament at the testy festy. There had been a few surprise volunteers – Nick Rye had teamed up with Sharky, Hurk and Jess, and The Seed family had signed up.

Well, John had signed up the Seed family.

Rook rolled her shoulders, grinning at Hudson as the woman approached her, hand held up for a high five. Rook smacked her hand into the other woman’s, and Hudson gently held her hand there for a second, “You ready to win, Rookie? Cause I don’t like losing”.

Rook beamed up at the taller woman, “I named our team the Justice League for a reason, Joey, we always win in the end”.

Hudson beamed at her.

It took a while for the festival to get into full swing, most patrons arriving around 11, and the tournament starting at 12. Rook was standing with Adelaide, both admiring the display of bare legs and shoulders. Adelaide was starting a betting ring of how many shirts would come off, with bonuses for guesses about who would lose their shirts first.

Most of the women in the county were in on it, and Adelaide had an almost predatory grin permanently stuck to her face. Joseph Seed was of course not included, as he was renowned for his lack of a shirt.

The Seed family rocked up just before 12, and Rook struggled to not let her jaw drop. Jacob, well over six foot, wearing nothing but a pair of grey, way-too-small, basketball shorts and no shirt, considerable amounts of muscle on display. Joseph in a pair of modest black swim trunks and, as per usual, no shirt. Faith in…. was that a tennis outfit? A white skort and matching white sports bra.

And then John jumped out of the truck in a pair of what had to be designer blue swim trunks, again way too small for him, and a plain black t-shirt. Rook worked hard to keep the frown from her face. Why did John have to be the only Seed brother with his shirt on?

Life wasn’t fair. Rook sighed, and Adelaide chuckled knowingly from beside her, “Don’t worry, Deputy, I’m sure John will lose it before too long”

Rook blushed brightly, and she turned to fix Adelaide with a glare, “Not another word, Addy, not one more”.

Adelaide’s grin spread, and her eyes narrowed, “Of course. But the entire County knows of your little crush on John. In fact, I think John is the only one who doesn’t know,” Rook glared at her and Adelaide held her hands up, quickly re-evaluating a few things in her head “Now, Jacob is disqualified for arriving without a shirt on. Oh look, there’s Xander… why does he still have his shirt on?!”

Rook shook her head, smiling, as Adelaide stormed off towards Xander.

Hudson quickly took Adelaide’s place next to Rook, bumping her shoulder into Rooks, “Please don’t tell me you’re gonna let John Seed distract you from winning this thing” she kept her voice low, but raised an eyebrow at Rook, teasing gently.

Rook growled, “Nothing is gonna distract me from winning today, Joey. Justice League doesn’t lose”

“They will lose to the Seed Suicide Squad” Neither woman had heard John approach them, and Rook jumped slightly when his voice appeared behind them.

Hudson just rolled her eyes, “Of course you would name yourselves that” she muttered as she walked away.

Rook pouted at John, “You totally stole my theme”. John laughed at her as Jacob moved in behind him, towering over Deputy.

“No one else agreed to that name, Dep, don’t worry” Jacobs voice was gruff, but still kind, and he rested a large hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently.

Rook poked her tongue out at John, who smacked his brothers shoulder, “What happened to family first?!”

Jacob raised an eyebrow at his youngest brother, “Dep basically is family now, John. And besides, you did steal her theme”

Rook grinned as John spluttered and began trying to argue with Jacob, which quickly proved pointless, and turned as a bell rang out.

Mary May was standing on a crate, holding up a large bell. “It’s time for the volleyball tournament to begin! Can we have ‘Planes on Fire’ and the Seed Family on the court please, and everyone else off!”

Rook turned around and wished Jacob and John good luck before moving over to stand by Burke and Pratt, who were deep in discussion on the far side of the court, both nursing already half empty beer bottles. She stood by them for a moment as they discussed tactics, before growing bored and moving to sit on the bleachers next to Grace Armstrong, and they were soon joined by Adelaide, who brought three beers with her, offering one to both other women.

Adelaide elbowed Rook lightly when the Seed family took to the court, discussed some last minute plans, “bets are set for John to take his shirt off within five minutes” she told her with a smirk.

Rook rolled her eyes and swigged her beer again, smiling when Nick, Sharky, Hurk and Jess took their place on the field. The three boys were all wearing matching American flag swim trunks, while Jess sported denim shorts and an oversized American flag tee that clearly belonged to one of the boys. Kim Rye sat next to Rook and Adelaide, carrying the sleeping baby closely.

Rook briefly played with her goddaughter before focussing on the match as it began, taking note of Adelaide standing up with her stop watch running on her phone.

Joseph served for the Seed family, jumping elegantly and tossing the ball gracefully over the net, for it to be returned aggressively by Sharky. Faith easily pumped the ball back up, setting it up for Jacob, who leapt up and forward, slamming the ball over the net onto the ground on the other side of the court. Faith cheered along with half the members of the crowd, while John smirked, high fiving his brothers.

Adelaide was smirking when John started to pull up his shirt, turning her phone around show Rook the 4:57 showing on her phone, proving that it had indeed taken less than five minutes, as John threw his shirt off to the side, and Addy quickly moved off to start passing out money to women throughout the crowd.

Hudson made her way over and sat down next to Rook, who struggled to take her eyes off of the now shirtless John. “Rook, Rook focus on me,” Hudson shook her a little and Rook turned to eye her impatiently, “Hey, no distractions. Eyes on the prize, not the runner up”

Rook raised an eyebrow, “Is that not a prize?” She asked, gesturing to the three Seed brothers.

Hudson glared at her, “No, Rook. The trophy is the prize. Pay attention and try to find their weaknesses. Focus”

Rook huffed, but leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and grumbled “Okay”.

Jess was surprisingly the best player on their team, moving around so quickly that it seemed impossible, diving into the sand to hit balls back up for Nick or Sharky to spike back to the Seed family. Hurk used his bulk to block as much as he could but wasn’t quick enough for Jacobs spikes or Faiths returns. Faith was almost ethereal, flitting over the court to smack balls over the net, but was easily distracted.

Rook was blushing, sure that she must be red as a tomato, and Kim laughed at her as she wheezed when John leapt into the air and spiked the ball, stretching out and showing off all the muscles in his chest, shoulders and arms.

The smell of Casey’s cooking started to drift over as they got ever closer to the main reason for the festival, and Rook downed her second beer as the teams switched sides. Pratt and Burke made their way over, sitting with Kim, Rook and Hudson, trading notes on what they had picked up about the two teams.

Rook struggled to take her eyes off of John, now having his back to her, and she was thoroughly enjoying the way his back muscles clenched and stretched. Even with her preference for the youngest Seed brother, she was very happy to appreciate the other two Seed brothers.

Kim thoroughly enjoyed teasing Rook for the second half of the game, happily talking as loudly as possible and laughing when Rook grabbed her pointing hands.

Jacob spiked, yet again, but Hurk smacked it back into their court, punching the air as Faith narrowly missed saving the ball. John cried out, about to start yelling but Joseph grabbed his arm, pulling their heads together so their foreheads rested together and spoke quietly to him, and he calmed down immediately.

John stepped back and rolled his shoulders, turning away from his brother.

Rook saw his eyes blazing with barely contained fury.

By the end of the game, the score was tight, but the Seed family won by a few points, which meant they continued in the tournament.

There was a half hour break while everyone grabbed some food and Rook and her team prepped to verse the Whitetails – Eli, Tammy, Wheaty and Walker. John went in search of his shirt, which seemed to have disappeared, and if Rook saw Adelaide picking up a piece of material and ducking off to the bar with it, who was she to say?

Burke was acting like a professional, giving them tips and hints and talking tactics, which Rook tried to absorb as much as possible, but that was hard when over Burkes shoulder she could see the Seed brothers and Faith huddled together talking.

And John was pouring a bottle of water over his head, which trailed down his chest.

He caught her staring and winked at her as she tore her eyes away, back to Burke.

Hudson smacked her lightly in the arm and Rook rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly, mouthing ‘sorry. Focused now’.

Mary May stood on her stool and asked them the Justice League and the Whitetails to get on the court, and Rook rolled her shoulders, laughing as Hudson pulled her top off to reveal an olive green sports bra, and threw a wink over her shoulder to Rook, who followed suit and pulled the oversized cougars jersey over her head, revealing her matching olive sports bra. Then the high fived and followed through with a butt smack.

Burke raised an eyebrow at them, and Rook laughed as Hudson explained, “We’ve watched Top Gun so many times to prepare for this, we know what we’re doing”

Pratt laughed then too, “I didn’t realise that’s what we were aiming for”

Adelaide wolf whistled, and Rook blew her a kiss.

John wanted to win and knew that the best way to do that was to pay attention to the teams playing, identify their weaknesses and build a strategy from there.

But paying attention was hard when his Deputy was out there running around in a sports bra and tiny ripped shorts, sweating and stretching and grunting in the hot sun.

He hadn’t been expecting that, hadn’t expected to be so distracted by her.

Jacob sat down beside him, “I hope you aren’t as distracted by her as she is by you,” John could hear the slight laughter in Jacobs voice, and anger flared in him, “I was planning on using you against her… but I think we might just have to write both of you off”

John glared at his brother, “I’m not distracted by her” he hissed.

Jacob raised an eyebrow, smirking, “Of course not,” he waived over Joseph and Faith, who came over with a large stick of fairy floss, and leaned back as he spoke, “I’m planning on using John to distract the Deputy”

Faith and Joseph both nodded without argument, “That’s a good idea” Faith added, happily munching on the colourful treat, which she then offered to Jacob, who raised an eyebrow but took a small pinch.

John was fuming, “I’m not just a piece of meat,” he snarled, “I’m not just going to stand there and look pretty, I’m going to play to win”

As he stormed off, Joseph moved to go after him, but Jacob stopped him, “let him go. He’s going to get angry, and then he’ll play better”

Joseph frowned at him, “He is our brother, not just a pawn in your strategy”

Jacob grunted, “He wanted this game, and he wants to win, I’m giving him what he wants”

Rook was sweating heavily by the time the game was almost over, but at least they were in the lead. There had been a few close calls, but between Hudson and Burkes height, and Pratt and Rooks speed, they'd managed to pull ahead on the score board, and they were down to the last point needed to win.

Eli threw the ball up and Wheaty smashed it over the net, and Rook dove, flicking the ball back up so that Pratt could smack it up higher and Hudson threw herself up and spiked the ball back over the net.

Tammy dove, but didn’t quite make it, and Rook whooped along with the team and half of the crowd. That was it, they’d won, now it was between them and the Seed family.

Rook high fived Hudson again and Pratt picked her up and spun her around as she laughed. Mary May announced another half hour break before the final, and that Casey was ready to serve up his famous testy delicacies.

John approached Rook while the rest of her team moved out to grab some food, offering her a smile as he came to stand before her, “Congratulations, Deputy, you played really well”

Rook couldn’t help the blush that painted her cheeks as his stood in front of her, still shirtless, with his hands on his hips, the muscles in his arms tensed.

“Thanks John,” she mumbled, “You did too”

John put his hand on her arm, and thanked her, before a look of concern flashed over his face and he put one hand against her forehead, “You’re really burning up, are you feeling okay?”. He stepped a little bit closer, forcing her to look up at him, and she could feel her blush get more apparent as she fell into his blue eyes.

“N- no, no… I’m…. I’m fine, thank… thank you John”, he had to know that she had feelings for him, everyone else in the county did, but she wasn’t able to feel anything but wobbly as he moved his hand from her forehead to under her chin.

He smiled softly to her, “Okay, just look after yourself, Deputy, I don’t want you getting hurt”

Her heart was beating so hard in her chest that she was sure he’d be able to see it, but he didn’t break eye contact and he seemed to be leaning closer.

Rook stopped breathing.

And she was being pulled away, and Hudson stepped between her and John, “Hey now, that’s a dirty trick, John” she hissed at him.

Rook felt herself deflate, and she rubbed the back of her neck as Hudson guided her away from John and towards the food. Burke offered her a bottle of water and a plate of barbecued meat, which she sheepishly thanked him for. Pratt was over with Jacob, and they seemed to be arguing quietly.

Hudson stood in front of Rook as she ate, putting her hands on both her shoulders, “Don’t let him distract you, Rook. Eyes on the prize”

Rook was too busy chewing to respond, but Hudson nodded anyway, “yeah, I know, that seemed like a really cute, genuine moment. But you know how dramatic John is, and you also know how much he hates losing. So, don’t let him get into your head, okay Rook? We’re relying on you”

Rook nodded, still blushing, swallowing her food and mumbling a “Yes, Joey”

It took everything in her to not look over her should to find out look for John.

When the two teams stepped back onto the court after the break, Rook was ready for John to be as distracting as possible. Hudson had told her to fight fire with fire, so she was very careful to stretch where he could see her, bending and stretching with Hudson.

John had only raised an eyebrow, looking to Jacob, who shrugged, “Guess we aren’t the only ones who had intended to use someone as a distraction”

And then Jacob chuckled at John, and John struggled to contain his fury; Deputy was more than just a tool, how dare they treat her as such.

“Okay, Jacob, lets win this thing” Jacob held Johns eye contact for a moment, and nodded once. John squared his shoulders, letting the rage filter into his muscles.

The Seeds played a hard game, and Rook struggled to not get distracted by John. He took every opportunity to make eye contact with her, flexing in absurd ways that made her both laugh and blush, winking at her when he saw the red paint her cheeks.

Hudson had smacked her on the arm four times now, and even Pratt was starting to glare at her.

It wasn’t until Jacob and John high fived that Rook started to get angry. She watched as John turned back to her and she glared at him.

How dare he take advantage of her feelings like that?!

So she rolled her shoulders, and got ready to play.

They’d brought it back, and somehow managed to get to the final point as a tie.

John had realised quickly that the game was up and had returned his focus on the game, but it hadn’t been enough to stop Rooks fury. She had been completely focussed on setting up spikes, diving all over the court to smack the ball up off of the sand, and up into the air for the others to throw over the net. She played hyper aggressively, furious that John had discovered her feelings, which she had managed to keep a secret for so long, and that he had tried to take advantage of them.

Pratt hit the ball up for Burke to spike, and Burke thumped it over, Faith caught it, flinging it upwards towards Jacob, who thumped it back down. Rook dove forward, flicking the ball back up to Pratt, who popped it over to Hudson.

Hudson flew into the air, bringing her hand back to smash the ball over the net.

John dove for it, but Faith dove at the same time, and they ended up smacking into each other, and missing the ball.

Rook roared in victory along with the rest of the team, and most of the crowd. She was hoisted into the air by Pratt, who swung her around, before Burke came over and they rested her on their shoulders as she punched the air.

Hudson caught her as she jumped down and pulled her in for a tight hug and then pulled back to high five her.

The Seed family came over and shook all their hands, Jacob even giving Pratt a chest bump, which earned a lot of laughs from the crowd.

Sharky and Hurk popped bottles of champagne all over them before handing the bottles over, and Mary May stood on her stool to announce them the official winners, and hand them a medium sized trophy, which they gave to Rook and then held her up again as she waved it around, cheered on by the crowd.

Once the excitement died down a bit, Rook ended up with a whole bottle of champagne, which she drank straight from, and Hudson had the other. John approached her as the others stepped away, and she glared at him, resting her weight on her back leg.

He grinned as he stood in front of her, “That was a beautiful game, Deputy”, he drew out her title, which he did when he wanted something or was frustrated with her.

She grunted, “Yeah, you too, John. You still upset that your little tactic didn’t work?”

She felt the blush hit her cheeks, but her anger kept her going.

Johns grin turned smug, “Well, it was working, wasn’t it? You just got angry,” He scratched his chin, “and we all know that nothing can stop you once you’re angry”. He reached out and rested a hand on her cheek.

All the anger drained out of Rook and was immediately replaced with nervous energy. She giggled uneasily, “Yeah, that’s me, the angry Deputy”

John laughed, but Rook was praying for the Earth to open up and swallow her whole. John took a step closer, forcing to Rook to look up at him like he had earlier in the day. Confusion swept over her – there was no game to play now, no reason for him to take advantage of her feelings. She managed to stammer out a quiet “what’re you doing, John?” and his grin softened to a small smile, his blue eyes flashing with determination.

“Not all of it was for the game, Deputy”

Rook didn’t have time to question this, Johns lips were on hers before she could even process what was happening.

And then his arms snaked around her, pulling her closer, hauling every inch of her body against him, bare chest against barely covered chest. The champagne bottle slipped from her hands, landing in the sand with a soft thunk.

Rook took a few seconds to catch up, but when she realised what was going on, her arms snaked up along his chest to rest on his shoulders. John pulled back for a brief moment, and Rook squeaked when his arms slipped down her back, gripped her ass and hauled her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

His lips were on hers again, hints of beer and barbeque sauce mixing with the champagne stain on her lips. John kissed her impatiently, as if he had been waiting for a long time to do it, teeth nipping at her bottom lip, before his tongue darted out and swept across it to ease the sting.

Rook groaned, her back arching involuntarily.

John and Rook froze as the crowd around them cheered, and Adelaide hollered “FINALLY”. Rook leaned back to look at them all, while John rested his head against her shoulder, but didn’t let her go.

“Oi, bugger off, nothing to see here at all”

The crowd laughed, and Rook glared as she watched Hudson dig into her purse and begrudgingly handed a few notes to Pratt, who was grinning and threw Rook a thumbs up. Rook considered asking a question, but John nuzzled her cheek and she turned her attention back to him, beaming down at him.

“this is a much better ending than the Top Gun ending”

FIN

Thank you for reading :)

[junker-town]

Semi-educated picks and baseless predictions for the 2019 British Open

Photo by Kevin C. Cox/Getty Images

Tiger Woods probably won’t win. Phil Mickelson definitely won’t! Rory coming home is nice, but seems like a pain. These predictions and other topics to revel in this week at the game’s best major.

The final major championship of the men’s golf season is now the best. The Open is now hitting clean-up but despite the change in order, very few things will change about the game’s oldest and instantly recognizable major championship. It’s still played in mid-July. The course will be a seaside links venue. It will probably be grey and windy and occasionally rainy. The look will always be the same.

One deviation this year, however, is the course. It’s still a seaside links indisputably worthy of hosting a major championship. It’s just that Royal Portrush has not been on the Open rota since 1951. The sectarian violence of Northern Ireland removed Portrush, one of the world’s very best courses, from the rotation for almost 70 years but now it is back, thanks in part to three Northern Irish golfers winning three majors at the start of this decade. Rory McIlroy, Darren Clarke, and Graeme McDowell will have a keen familiarity with the venue, but few others in the field have ever played it and no one has played it in The Open.

With that lack of course history, this Open could be especially hard to forecast but we march on here, throwing out wild and baseless predictions as best we can. Here are a few larger topics and what you could, maybe, possibly see and expect this week.

Who’s your dark-horse pick to win or contend down the stretch on Sunday? (ideally odds 60/1 or higher)

Brendan: I’ll take a flier on Eddie Pepperell. This is not exactly an under-the-radar name at this point, for various reasons, mostly off the course with his Twitter account and nonchalant comments last year about playing The Open hungover. He’s a known name and been in the top 50 in the world for much of this year. But he’s 100/1 and has made relatively few starts since the beginning of May thanks to a back injury. So I’ll use the word flier, even though it would be completely unsurprising to see him somewhere in the top 10 come Sunday. Webb Simpson is also an extremely good value at 100/1.

Kyle: If you follow my very bad twitter account, you know exactly who I’m picking here. 300-to-1 is insane value! Jorge Campillo Hive get in, we’re riding out.

Okay, seriously. He’s had a bit of a dip in form the last couple starts, but he’s near the top of the Order of Merit on the European Tour. As the self-proclaimed leader of the Euro Tour hive, I tend to like one or two guys that are #trending overseas. We both like Spaniards, sure, that works.

Campillo probably won’t win, but I’d not be shocked at all by a top-10 finish.

Now give me the Trophee Hassan II picture.

soon pic.twitter.com/FfkcZx90sx

— kyle robbins (@kylerrobbins) July 17, 2019

Thank you.

We’re on a sustained run of players from the top 25 in the world winning majors. Is there a first-time major winner out there this week? How about a super random long shot (like Todd Hamilton)?

Brendan: Xander Schauffele is the pick for first-time major winner. He’s been too consistent at each and every major to not be the first choice at this point. But he’s far from a random long shot. For that, I’ll go with Adri Arnaus, the Spaniard who has shown some form of late on the Euro Tour. He’s 500/1 and would definitely break the streak of big-name players winning The Open.

Kyle: How about Matt Wallace? He got a reputation last year on the Euro Tour as a big time boom or bust guy with a couple of wins and a bunch of flameouts, but he’s really steadied the ship this year with some nice finishes at quality events. He’s at 50-1, so this is actually less of a long shot than Campillo — but I do think Wallace has a couple major championship high finishes within him coming up. Might as well start this week.

Who is one big name, or maybe a few if you’re feeling mean, you expect to bomb out early and never contend at Portrush?

Brendan: I mean, the obvious choice here is Phil Mickelson, the 2013 winner. He’s adapted to this major in the late stage of his career, going from completely incompatible to smitten with links golf. But, uh, he just went on a six-day fast “to heal” and lost 15 pounds. Then he told Golf Channel on Tuesday, “I am so not into results or trying to win right now.” That sounds like someone who is going to miss his fifth cut in his last seven starts. Can we also throw Jordan Spieth back into the MC bundle, as well? Yes, ok, him too.

Kyle: Brooks! I’ve never loved Brooks on links, and I think we’re going to hit an expiration point on his ability to turn it on in majors. It’s just basically never happened, save maybe Hogan post-accident — which you could liken more to Tiger’s return than a guy who basically ONLY wins majors like Brooks.

The luck has to run out at some point. I think he’ll eject this week.

Rory is the headliner and host this week given his history with Portrush and the fact that it’s the first time we’ve played an Open here in almost 70 years. What are your expectations for McIlroy?

Brendan: Rory is the betting favorite given that history and what has been a very strong year, aside from those underwhelming major weeks. But my expectations are tempered for Rory this week. I think he’s relishing playing at home and the fact that the possibility of an Open in Northern Ireland has been realized. But I don’t think he’s all that thrilled being in the center of the circus and would rather just be off prepping for a major at some other rota venue in Scotland or England. He’s never enjoyed the circus all that much and this is the pinnacle of it in his career. So, yes, I think he’s grateful for hosting in a sense but I don’t think he’s happy about what it means for his golf. This will be a fourth 2019 major for Rory off the radar come Sunday.

Photo By Ramsey Cardy/Sportsfile via Getty Images

Kyle: I’ll expound on this later down the page, but this all just makes too much sense. I’m not going to dive into the cultural milieu of Northern Ireland and what this championship means to a nation that’s undoubtedly been through a lot — Eamon Lynch knows it first hand and has already done that. We don’t need more golf writers riffing on The Troubles.

But despite all that, we love ourselves a good homecoming in sport. Rory winning at Portrush would instantly go down in the annals of history — and that’s the exact reason we watch majors. I’m going to save my prediction from going any further until the end of this piece.

Does it matter that Tiger has not played competitive golf since the U.S. Open? We’ve seen a flurry of opinions on this in the last couple weeks.

Brendan: Absolutely not! This does not matter. He traditionally has played just one event between the U.S. Open and British Open. This year, he played none. Tiger may not be ready or at his peak for this Open, but that has little to do with any amount of reps between majors. He’s just old, still putting his feet up from that all-time achievement at Augusta, and trying to take it as slow as possible. He’s probably not going to win but this micro-analysis of his schedule choices at this point and the charges that he’s not “serious” about winning because he didn’t play some Mickey Mouse tournament the past month are ridiculous. He’s earned the benefit of making that schedule that best suits his old, decrepit body.

Kyle: Honestly, yes — it matters. But that doesn’t mean Tiger’s making the wrong decision. It’s exceptionally hard to be as sharp as you need to be mentally to win majors without starts. I think the lack of starts heading into the US Open affected him, and this one will as well.

Tiger’s life has changed. His injuries don’t allow the prep they once might have. There’s nothing wrong with a little LOAD MANAGEMENT to stay fresh for majors. But I am curious if playing as little as Tiger does prevents that next-level scramble or laced 2-iron stinger under pressure. I don’t expect him to really be in the conversation on Sunday.

Who are you rooting for most this week? What would be your dream scenario on Sunday?

Brendan: How about Hideki Matsuyama winning Japan’s first major? The cliche dream scenario is probably Rory winning at home. It would be a great scene on Sunday. I hope he plays well.

But the ideal winner is Brooks Koepka. He’d complete a 2-1-2-1 year of finishes at the four majors, which would have an argument as the best single majors year in the modern era. Brooks has looked terrible in a couple starts since his runner-up at the U.S. Open, so a win here would only hammer home the narrative that everything else is just meaningless and really have the suits at the PGA Tour skittish. It’s a bizarre, glorious trend for the No. 1 player in the world to be this great at the majors and a total non-factor on Tour. A win at The Open would only solidify this trend and also free him up to call out even more names next year and speak even more on how little the other events mean to him.

Kyle: I’ve already left Brooks for dead, and the obvious story is Rory. Taking Northern Ireland’s first major in sixty-some years is the ideal outcome — no question. We root for history, and this event keeps delivering year after year right now. Let’s get a Tiger-Rory-Spieth duel down the stretch. That’s about the only thing that could live up to our run of the past five Opens.

Who’s your winner of the 148th Open?

Brendan: The winner will be our big, husky, club-slamming, curse-muttering Basque boy Jon Rahm. He won the Irish Open two weeks ago for a second time and now he’ll win again on another links course on the island. He’s been on this path from the day he turned pro, rocketing to the top five of the world rankings in record speed. The form is there, the game is there, and the comfort with this style of golf is there. His future is major championships and that future starts this week with another win in Ireland.

Kyle: I’m taking Rory. It makes too much sense, it’s a course he knows too well, and the story’s too good. I like to make cracks about how we all get snookered in by Rory on every major Friday afternoon — all before eventual ejection. But this is a home game in a major for him, a true first. I think this is the time.

[ceescedasticity]

Troll Hamilton

@dreamwaffles and I have sketched out the basics of Troll Hamilton!

So, the Summoner’s rebellion was pretty big, yes? And he couldn’t possibly have been on every front at once. So on one less-than-central front, the rebels managed to overthrow the regional governor -- a laughably out-of-touch seadweller called George George -- and settled in to try to govern their area non-autocratically. Obviously (almost) all of them got killed when the Condesce arrived to put down the rebellion, but the main character died before that in a duel.

Writing this musical is political suicide (it doesn’t help that it’s all in slam poetry, trespassing in clown specialties). A lot of the original creators were executed. Producing or attending or listening to or acknowledging the existence of this musical would be political suicide. Except.

Her Imperious Condescension loves the music. And what HIC wants, HIC gets, even if it’s the continued existence and popularity of a frankly seditious musical.

In the play, Alxand Hamilt and Aarron Bursur are both olive, to play up the parallels between them, and both had lusii who died when they were young, but Bursur has a famous Ancestor of some description. (In history, Hamilt was mustard.) Bursur and Hamilt flip between ash and pitch a bunch of times, and never really find a good enough middle leaf. At the end they flip dangerously unstable pitch, and then there’s the duel. Hamilt also had a torrid pitch affair with Jefers somewhere in there.

Hamilt’s matesprit Elizah never flipped on his even after his publicized cheating. Elizah’s moirail is Angela. There’s unresolved-quadrant-tension of SOME sort between Hamilt and Angela. Angela is teal; Elizah’s in the high-jade-low-teal ambiguity zone, and doesn’t want to end up stuck in the caverns. At the end of the show, however, she escapes the slaughter of the rebellion by seeking shelter in the caverns, because she’s the only one who can live, and someone has to tell the story.

Discussion giving rise to all this:

dreamwaffles

hi hello I am interested in discussing troll Shakespeare

also I have Thoughts about Troll Hamilton

ceescedasticity

Tell me about Troll Hamilton

dreamwaffles

so Burr and Hamilton flipped between ash and pitch a few times.

their most successful middle leaf was George Washington during the war.

there was a while where they didn't cross orbits so much and Hamilton and Jefferson had a TORRID pitch relationship

flush with Eliza, pale(?) with Angelica

dreamwaffles

anyway Washington stepped in ash a few times for Hamilton and Jefferson but really those two were born to politically brawl all the time

(ash in the Cabinet, pitch in the ....I can't make 'bedroom' rhyme with Cabinet)

but at the end of Hamilton's life he and Burr flip pitch again

and it goes sour

dreamwaffles

Itemized list of disagreements! Duel! Bam.

He and Eliza don't ever really flip black when he cheats flush

(she and Angelica are like the Scourge Sisters but also pale)

this gives Angelica reason to ....???!!! when he hits on her pale

ceescedasticity

Hee

dreamwaffles

probably he and John Laurens were a flush fling in youth

dreamwaffles

I had a six-hour drive, what can I say. :P

I bet you can guess what my soundtrack was!

ceescedasticity

Maybe, maybe!

dreamwaffles

Hamilton's caliginous quadrants are a huge huge mess

really only Washington was able to last as a middle leaf. Everyone else gave up after like. a few days.

ceescedasticity

Do you have any idea of what the framing plot would be - is it actually a revolution, or what?

dreamwaffles

that I didn't devote much time to, though it's definitely fun.

maybe like

a tribute world so that King George can be a SUPER overdramatic violet

I was thinking probably most of the cast would be at most, like, cerulean

dreamwaffles

except George

dreamwaffles

Alexander might be, say, bronze or yellow

ceescedasticity

Hmmm, that sounds right

dreamwaffles

the Schuylers could be jades? I don't know if this is a universe with +1 mother grub, I've read a few aus where some colonies take one along

Or maybe teals.

George Washington and Jefferson are as high blue as Equius

ceescedasticity

yeah

King George is a seadweller who has never been on land and knows about as much about it as the little mermaid

dreamwaffles

Burr should be the same color as Hamilton

TOTES

ceescedasticity

that's a little difficult since Burr did have those antecedents...

same color, but knows about an Ancestor?

dreamwaffles

hmm true

Yeah, famous Ancestor

I just think the whole mirroring one another is important

though maybe step him up to 'famous olive'

ceescedasticity

agreed

dreamwaffles

I guess there's no reason Hamilton couldn't be busted down to rust, but that just gets a little more classist than I was going for

yellow still has the class thing but it's less pronounced

ceescedasticity

I think olive might be best

dreamwaffles

though if he's rust it makes the 'why do you write like you're running out of time' lines of Eliza's rather more heartbreaking

for Burr?

yeah

ceescedasticity

I think Hamilton and Burr both olive, Burr with a famous ancestor, could work

Like with Thresh Prince, olive is low enough to do caste-clashing, but not TOO low

dreamwaffles

You have a point

and he did go into law, so I that does bump him up

class-wise

ceescedasticity

Now, if I were designing a Alternia AU for Hamilton, Hamilton would probably be yellow

dreamwaffles

oh, most definitely

ceescedasticity

Either set it a very, very, very long time ago so it can have an analogous ending - gov they set up lasts a while - or during the Summoner's rebellion and everything goes bad at the end

But Eliza escapes

dreamwaffles

YES

like, among the troops.

ceescedasticity

which troops?

dreamwaffles

oh, the summoners' troops. Not a focus on the main part of the rebellion, but like, what was going on on the ground while the Summoner brought in the dragon?

ceescedasticity

yes, that's a good idea

dreamwaffles

I guess that's still pretty major.

dreamwaffles

But if there were two parts to the rebellion, the one fighting the sea forces and the one fighting the clown forces

then maybe whichever one the dragon wasn't with :P

ceescedasticity

King George would make a terrible subjugglator

dreamwaffles

I was thinking put him with the seadweller troops

that way HIC doesn't have to be involved

also the musical is v subversive because IT'S ALL SLAM POETRY?!?

(iirc that's associated with the clowns?)

(and thus highbloods)

ceescedasticity

Yes, I think so, too

dreamwaffles

but the highest blood in the cast is, like

dreamwaffles

usually honestly a blue who they tape fins on

unless they can find a really chill seadweller

(Fef would probably do it.)

(no, Fef would totally do it. Eridan would NEVER)

ceescedasticity

Snerk

dreamwaffles

(It has to be a blue otherwise people get EVEN More OFFENDED by someone pretending to be a seadweller)

(though there was a very well-rated all-rust production)

dreamwaffles

(probably honestly they were all culled)

ceescedasticity

Really, it's unavoidably subversive enough it would probably be banned -- except HIC took a liking to the music

dreamwaffles

Yeah. Awkward. It's not advisable to perform within 500 miles of subjugglators

ceescedasticity

A lot of seadwellers are also highly offended by it, but pretend not to be in an effort to suck up to HIC

dreamwaffles

Linman Mirnda was posthumously honored (the clowns got him)

dreamwaffles

A very small number of trolls know that HIC likes to enter war briefings to a remixed track of 'Here comes the general'

(fix it for troll standards)

ceescedasticity

And then she does her own version of the "we are out___ed", insulting her audience in some way

dreamwaffles

*SIGH* ".....what."

because it's call and response and she WILL fork you

dreamwaffles

Kurloz is SUPER not pleased about her love for this musical

but

he can't do anything about it

ceescedasticity

Easy way for upper-ranking subjugglator to die is share some slam poetry identifiably inspired by it

dreamwaffles

which is a problem, because Mirnda sampled A LOT of classic slam

so even if the subjugglator isn't *trying* to reference Mirnda....

(how do we trollorize 'Hamilton'

ceescedasticity

Hamilt? Xander Hamilt?

Alxand Hamilt?

dreamwaffles

and Burr is gonna be ridiculous.

Aaronn Burrsr?

ceescedasticity

Aarron Burrrr?

dreamwaffles

Ehehehe

dreamwaffles

Aarron Bursur?

ceescedasticity

Elizah is easy enough... Angela?

dreamwaffles

Close enough.

dreamwaffles

(and Peggie!)

ceescedasticity

lol

dreamwaffles

(you are, btw, welcome to add this to your crossover stuff if you are inclined, just tag me. :P )

(idk if this is the kind of stuff you collect but I'm not gonna do anything with it.)

ceescedasticity

I may post a transcript of the conversation if that's okay?

dreamwaffles

Totally fine!

So if this is Summoner-era, where does Jefferson come in?

dreamwaffles

Also, Lafyet is East Alternian, I guess

because the play's like Act 1: war Act 2: LEGISLACERATORS (kinda)

ceescedasticity

Hmmmm... true

ceescedasticity

Maybe the second act takes place inside the period between when they broke the imperial forces on Alternia and when HIC the Fleet arrived to Ruin Everything -- could be weeks, months, even a sweep or two

HIC AND the Fleet

dreamwaffles

Oooh, I like it

so, like, it ends with a duel and Eliza's final song is a song of escape as everyone else dies

ceescedasticity

"We're all about to die in the imperial counterattack and you two are trying to shoot EACH OTHER?"

Not sure who says that

...Probably Karkat the first time he saw a video of a production

dreamwaffles

He definitely cried though

The background is maybe, like

engines or something? You can see HIC in the distance

or, no, better, there's a projection of ships coming in

as the pitch romance goes sour, their auspistice (the general in the last war) dead

it's a tragedy, naturally

ceescedasticity

some people just watch the first half

(lol that would be me. i would only watch the less tragic half.)

dreamwaffles

one of the ones Karkat recommends for the cultureless aliens

Tavros only watches the first half

Sollux prefers the second half but pretends he has never seen it

ceescedasticity

when Aradia was little she dug up a skull she was SURE was... idk who

dreamwaffles

Nepeta is in it for the Laurens/Hamilton and the Schuyler/Hamilton, which I guess they'd need to devote a song to before they settle

Maybe Lafyte? I can see Aradia liking him. He's swashbuckling.

ceescedasticity

yes, good

sadly I need to attempt to get some sleep

dreamwaffles

the horns were JUST RIGHT

ceescedasticity

blech worknights

dreamwaffles

fun talking to you though!

sleep well

you have full permission etc to transcribe ^_^

and do cosmetic/coherence edits