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wordsbymae · 2 years ago

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I took ss of your response. So when at a place where there no wifi I’ll just over what you said, I’m low key kinda obsessed. And I the world building, with only women get to be magical inclined, like purr 💅. And I forgot to mention this from my previous ask, about name for your oc. I was thinking he would have formal full first name, but goes but a nickname. Like Charles-chuck, Ronald- Ron, Gabriel-Gabe, George- Georgie, Fredrick- Fred/Freddy, Robert- Robby, Edward- Ed/Eddie, Francis- Frank. Sorry that’s a lot 😭😭😭. I thought why not a silly name for a silly man. I have a headcanon that his mother probably named him this formal name in hopes he grows up to be some kind responsible and stern man, of course that’s not the case. His sisters probably gave him the silly nickname as some kind of teasing, which he probably didn’t like but eventually accepted. And for when he’s jealous? I think both are good, but depending on the mood of the story. Like is it going to be more silly and up beat, or does it have it’s fun moments but has its dark undertones. I definitely see them wrestle, it would be funny because he’ll think it’ll be cute to pretend that “he’s so weak” and she “got him” and let her win, when in reality SHE’S the one pretending not to be strong :D. I see him as this dumb lol country boy, with a southern accent, with flannel shirts, and belt buckles as big as his fist. I really like how the whole thing that’s pushing the plot is reader letting him do things, like letting him manhandle her, letting him be in control during sexy times, letting him think that he’s letting her win in wrestle matches. I find that fact so adorable. She’s the actually puppy but he’s acts like one. I think a funny scenario would be where they are at a bar, and manically he gets hit on right in front of reader. Shes pissed and he’s confused…he didn’t think it was possible for even one beautiful woman to like him, but two? Yeah he must drunk and past out somewhere, so reader and that woman duking it out in the floor, yeah that’s not real 🤓. Me: He’s a silly little man *The silly little man in question*: porbably 6ft, beefy, can kill a bear with one shot, can snap wood in half. And I can only imagine when she’s pregnant, like big belly and everything. Like he’ll be gone for a couple days to hunt down food, and he comes back just to get a scolding “I thought you were a good hunter, why did it take you a week (was like three days)” he’s already apologizing but confuse what she’s means by a week, must be the hormones… “now come and rub my feet.Do you have idea how heavy it is carrying your child?”, he so happy to do it. That is until he starts kissing on them and she’s like “don’t be a freak, I need them rub!” 😭😭😭😭. But yeah that’s what I came up with for our lil silly man 🌚. Hope you liked? I tried not to go over broad with the werid specific details, I mean it is your oc, so what am I doing lol 😂.

Thank you! Thank you! I very much loved it!!!! You always have such nice things to say and you always add a lot of thought. I never thought anyone would read my original one of his, least of all it would lead to our daily conversations about him!!! I love it.

Oh!!!!!! I am loving the name ideas, I think I'm partial to Fredrick, I can totally see his mama naming him that after his grandfather or great grandfather, a stern, responsible, no non-sense man. And then out pops Freddy. I love the idea that it's what his sisters nicknamed him and mini Freddy would cross his arms and pout whenever they called him that. After a while, he would get used to it but he still wanted everyone else outside his family to either call him Fred or Fredrick because those are manly men's names and Freddy makes him sound like a kid. Until reader! and then he gets sad when they don't call him Freddy and think something is wrong when they call him Fredrick.

I've had some thought about the jealousy stuff (I have a full one planned) and I think that it depends on the situation. Like if it's some guy who doesn't pose a threat to him or you at all, and if Freddy is drunk or if it's a friend or just another drunk guy who only said something Freddy didn't like, Freddy is going to go down the route of goofy-looking fighting. Like these two drunk guys are pulling each other's hair while locked in an embrace on the ground while shouting "you let go!", "no, you let go!", I then see them pretend to make up and then Freddy is just punching the other guy's dick and then tackling him to the ground. And you're just standing to the side in disappointment, shaking your head watching as he's doing the helicopter technique with his arms to hit the other guy.

But if he sees the other guy as an actual threat or it's someone who put their hands on you. Oh boy, I can just see him belting the other guy up and being an absolute feral, screaming and everything. And then you'll have to get involved and just rip him off the other guy, and I think because you are so used to restraining your strength around him you underestimate how hard it would be to take him off, and you almost need your full strength to rip him off. But as soon as he sees you he's fretting over you and any perceived damage, he's touching your face softly and asking if you're alright.

Ah!!! Play fighting!!! Why didn't I think of that before! Your mind is amazing. Of course, the reader would want to play fight, she's part canine. I love to see the reader initiate it as well, she's just in this silly goofy mood and she starts stalking him. Like he's doing yard work and just chopping wood, and here you are hiding in the bushes waiting for the right moment. And a part of me is torn between him like knowing your there and playing along because he just loves you so much and he thinks it's very cute (he thinks it's cute you think you could actually surprise him and actually win), and the other part of me wants it to be a surprise, every, single time. Like he's just walking past and you pounce, knocking him to the ground and just putting him in a headlock (not with your full strength otherwise he would be knocked out). Or another time when he steals a bit of meat from your plate and just laughs as he devours it, but it's near your time of the month (full moon) and you get a bit wild and your just sitting there mouth in a tight frown growling and he just slowly stops laughing and then he tries to defuse the situation by giving you a piece of his food but the damage is already done and you are both on the floor and you both are just wresting. I love to think he still has no idea the reader is a werewolf and he just thinks all the growling, play fighting, can be naked in the cold and not freeze, love your meat rare (a bit too rare), love it when he scratches your head and sometimes you just grab his hand and plop it on your belly and almost purr when he rubs it, are just apart of your personality. And when you get a bit wolfy getting closer to your time of month he just thinks it's your real-time of the month. He makes his mother's chocolate chip cookies (i don't care what anyone says werewolves can eat chocolate) and he gets water/wheaty bags for you in cute designs like a puppy or rabbit.

And yes!!! I totally see him holding back his strength and letting you win, and he says things like "oh you've got me pup!", "your so strong!", "Mercy!", "you're doing so well pup" and you're just thinking the entire time about how careful you have to be and how you cannot bite him even though your wolf mind is just like bite bite bite bite (not in a killing way just in an 'i want to bite my mate and play with him' way). I also see you letting him win sometimes, especially during sexy times. But that's for another time!!

Yeah!!! I love the idea that he really cannot do anything without her wanting it like she really has all the power, it's all about her allowing him to be in charge of certain situations and allowing him to do what he wants with her. He still of course asks for consent during sex and all that but it's in the little moments where she is actively giving up control to him.

I can see the reader getting far more jealous than he ever could. Freddy gets protective but the reader gets jealous to the point of grabbing some girl's hair and dragging her outside the bar and chucking her out. She wants to do more but that would be extra illegal. And Freddy has no clue!!! He just thinks the other lady is being nice, or he is very politely telling this lady no and the reader just comes out of nowhere growling and just telling her to fuck off and if she ever lays hands on her man again she'll rip them off. The lady quickly leaves. And Freddy thinks it's so cute!! You called him your man!!! You love him!! From then on he's telling everyone at the bar how sexy his mad wife is and how much he loves her. He then proceeds to pass out around the back of the bar and it's the only time you can use your full strength on him to just lift him up and walk home.

AHHHH!!! Pregnant reader and father-to-be Freddy! Like I said last time, I see him as someone who in the face of stress just mans up (not in a toxic way) and just gets things done. As soon as he finds out she is expecting he's building a cot and decorating it with little wolves (he still doesn't know but it makes you burst out in tears to see little wolves on your baby's crib). He's stocking up the cold room and the pantry with meat, preserves, homemade baby food, and canned vegetables. He's stocking up on firewood and he's making sure you are well rested and safe. I love the idea he goes away for a hunting trip and the reader is heavily pregnant, and he didn't want to go but he had to so off he went. And she thought she would be fine without him but it's the longest she's been without him since her first heat and she is pining for him. Luckily moose wasn't needed (the dog) so he got to stay behind and the two of you are just sitting on the couch practically crying for him. the reader is getting so worried for her mate and also she can't put on her shoes without him and her feet hurt and her back aches and shes craving deer bacon with ice cream and they have run out of ice cream but she can't go into town because her belly keeps bumping the steering wheel. And so she's just crying on the bed with moose curled up with her and it feels like he's been gone all week (it's been 3 days and only one has been a full day without him) and then the door is opening and he's calling out he's home and your rushing (or as quick as you can with the weight of the belly) to go see him. As soon as you see his stupid face (affectionately) your bawling again and then he freaks out, thinking your hurt or the baby is coming but you just hug him and then still sobbing you're scolding him. "Why did you take so long?" "you can kill a bear with one shoot but it takes you all week to track a stag?" "you were gone for so long, I thought something had happened" this last one leads him to just hug you as close as he can with the belly in the way and then him just putting both hands on it and kissing the top of your belly. you then switch moods and are dragging him to the couch so he can rub your feet while you tell him a list of all the stuff you need (ice cream, peaches, more of his mother's chocolate chip cookies) and he's just sitting there smiling up at you as he starts to leave kisses on your skin and knee. But you are not in the mood so you give him a look and tell him if he had gotten home quicker and didn't let you worry so much, he would have gotten what he wanted. He just pouts. he tries again an hour later when he's rubbing your back. You give in.

I loved it!!!!! That's ok, I love what you have to say! I never thought anyone would have read that first one I did of his or even get to this stage. Without you, I would have just left that one where it was and forgotten about him. but you brought him to life!!!

lots of love mae xx

#autumn :)#mae answers #oc #oc hunter #oc freddy #werewolf!reader #werewolf #female reader #fem!reader #female werewolf

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twin-books · 3 years ago

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This took me an hour. I hated and loved every minute of it. Positioning this stuff was a nightmare with my shaky hands. I have my sister to blame for this. Last year she was like, “Hey, what if you decorate that Ladybug figurine you got for Christmas? That would be kind of cute.” She was mostly suggesting this so she could pawn off her extra mini Christmas lights she didn’t have a use for in the Christmas village my family makes every year. The Ladynoir figurine being the only thing I could hang a string of lights on without fear of either of our cats getting to it because I keep it in it’s very nice box for that exact reason. Last year we originally just had the lights wrapped around them and made sure the last light was in Chat’s free hand because it just so happened to be the perfect Chat green so we couldn’t help ourselves. We made up a little story that he must have gotten tangled and Ladybug was trying to help him but he’s started being silly again. This year I looked to my slight broken little Christmas decorations I always kept because I thought they were cute but could never put them anywhere... I decided it would be a perfect add in so tangled them both in lights and ribbons. This year’s story is that they both tried to decorate for each other as a cute little surprise at their usual place to meet for patrols but end up accidentally bumping into each other and getting tangled in all their decorations. Chat’s decorations being the high-tech lights (get it... because he’s rich... and it’s not like Gabe was gonna use them...) and also a little bow hooked to his tail with bells because... it screamed Chat and he’s silly enough to do that and I couldn’t resist. Ladybug’s decorations are all the nice hand made ones with ribbons and yarn because Marinette is a fan of arts and crafts so I thought those would be lovely and it was only later I noticed that both her decorations had Ladybug like spots on them but white kind of alluding to Marinette which was unintentional but really freaking perfect. Did I spend way too much time on this? Yes, yes I did. Do I love it? Yeah, yeah I do. I’m sharing it because I’m a bit proud of it and also to add some pep to the miraculous tag this Christmas season because while depressed Marinette and Adrien is a fun concept I do like me some cute joyful fun. XD Merry early Christmas to those who celebrate! And Happy Holidays for everyone else! <3

#Christmas #Christmas decorating #miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #chat noir #ladybug #ml sugar #cute #miraculous christmas #merry christmas #ladynoir figurine #ml love square #shoutout to my sister #this took forever

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lifesupreme-if · 3 years ago

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👾 for Dorothea if possible? <3

why thank u! it makes me so happy that u like dorothea, nicky, thank you so much! 👾

song from dorothea's playlist: Show Up by Samia

dorothea playlist here

it's been a whole year

i think that i grew up

but i still cry every time my dad hangs up

dorothea thinks she's grown up, responsible, and in charge, but she's only 19. 19 is young and she's still exactly as a 19 year old should be, and she's not as "grown up" as she thinks she is. all is soft inside.

driving with gabe through stratified drylands

we all met in brooklyn while we were still in bands

the people around her are her family, and she's known them forever. she knows everything about them, and they know all of the silly phases she's been through and the embarrassing things she's said and done. she loves them. she's home.

storing cans in the basement

i'll be awake when the tribulation comes

i'll admit i faked it

i was freaked when all the lights went off

she's prepared, and everyone looks to her now. she puts on a brave face and does the work, because who else will? everyone is her responsibility. she's scared, but she doesn't want to say she's scared. also, the storing cans in the basement makes me think of the type of upbringing she had <3

nothing could ever stop

my ass from showing up

to sing another song for the people i love

loyal to a fault. she'll do anything for you.

#ro: dorothea #nikkefort #music #THANK U THANK U THANK U

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fanforthefics · 6 years ago

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hello! 4. teacher/single parent au, tbear/gabe please

“What are you doing?”

Gabe doesn’t jump, thank you very much; he just wasn’t expecting EJ to come into his classroom without knocking. Which was probably his first mistake.

“Nothing.”

“Do you just stand around staring into mirrors when the kids aren’t here?” EJ asks, perching on Gabe’s desk.

“No,” Gabe retorts. He steps back from the mirror after one more shake of his head, then turns to glare at EJ properly. “I was just checking that I didn’t have any paint on me.”

“Uh-huh.” EJ raises his eyebrows. “It’s last period. No one’s here to see you after this.”

“No one,” Gabe agrees, glancing at the clock over EJ’s shoulder. Five minutes to the end of the kids’ arts period. Ten minutes to the end of school.

“And if you were really worried, you’d have checked at the beginning of your free period,” EJ goes on, thoughtfully.

“Get to your point,” Gabe snaps. Four minutes. He needs EJ out by then.

EJ follows his look over his shoulder at the clock, then grins and pulls out his phone. “What are you doing?” Gabe demands. He doesn’t trust EJ even a little.

“Checking NHL schedules,” EJ says. He’s not actually pressing any buttons on his phone. “Avs are home and don’t have a game, do they?”

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

“And it’s a Wednesday,” EJ goes on, still doing that stupid smirk. “Which means…”

“It means nothing.”

“And has nothing to do with a certain defenseman whose daughter is in your class?”

“Cecy’s a great kid,” Gabe says, trying for calm. Three minutes. At least when the kids come back, EJ will have to leave. Or shut up.

“With a father who you think is–”

“He’s a good player,” Gabe interrupts, before EJ can go into exactly what Gabe has said about Tyson Barrie when he’s drunk and an Avs game happens to come on. So maybe he plays pretty hockey and is cute and solid in a way that makes Gabe want to mess up and is even cuter and snarkier and funnier in person and always picks up his daughter from school when he’s home and doesn’t have a game and is, Gabe found out after some guilty googling, single. That has nothing to do with Gabe making sure he looks good. “And a good dad.”

“And that’s why you’re preening.”

“I’m not preening.”

“You’ve got a hair out of place.”

“I don’t!” But Gabe glances at the mirror again, and ignores EJ’s laughter. So he wants to look good. That’s not a crime.

“Don’t worry,” EJ says, somehow still intelligible through his laughter. “You’re still very pretty.”

“Excuse me, I am the prettiest,” Gabe informs him. One minute. “And it has nothing to do with Tyson Barrie.” He pauses. “He’s not behind me or anything, is he?”

“No, unfortunately,” EJ shakes his head. “But you know, the school year’s almost over.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

“And that means his daughter won’t be in your class anymore.”

“That is how school years work, yeah.”

“So are you going to ask him out, then?”

Gabe snorts. “Yeah, sure, I’ll just ask out the NHL player. Who has a daughter. With a woman.”

“Have you heard his interviews? That man is not straight.”

“EJ.”

“Fine, I’m not speculating or anything.” EJ holds up his hands. “Just saying. You’ll have nothing to lose.”

“Cecy’s still in my class, I can’t think about that now,” Gabe informs him. There are things EJ doesn’t need to know. Like all his silly daydreams about the dates he’d take Tyson out on. But he’s right, too. As long as his daughter’s in his class, Gabe shouldn’t be thinking about that. And yeah, his interviews are–well, Gabe might daydream about what they mean–but Tyson’s never been connected with a man in his career, and Gabe’s not going to define him.

EJ snorts. “You definitely aren’t thinking about anything, for sure.”

“I–” The bell rings, and Gabe straightens, checks his hair one last time. “You’ve got to go.”

“But I want to watch! I–”

“Out,” Gabe orders, and EJ sighs and goes. He pauses at the door.

“Three months,” he points out.

“Out!” Gabe repeats, and EJ goes as the kids stream back in and back to their desks, gathering up their stuff, and then it’s the usual chaos of getting the bus line sorted out as the kids whose parents pick them up wait. Getting everyone sorted actually does distract Gabe, until he straightens up from making sure Matt’s shoes are properly tied and there he is, helping his daughter put her jacket on.

Really, it’s Gabe’s job to check in with the parents. That’s why he goes over to them. “Hi,” he says, and Tyson jumps and makes a noise that is clearly biting down on a swearword.

“Oh, f–hi!” he says, with a guilty look at his daughter, who Gabe is certain has heard worse. “You’re here. Mr. Landeskog. Hi.”

“You said that already,” Cecy points out. She’s a cute kid, with Tyson’s smile and curls and her mother’s eyes and build and snark that could have come from either of them, probably.

“Yes, thank you, Ceec.” Tyson ruffles her hair. His cheeks are a little red. “Let’s definitely talk about how much of a mess daddy is, that sounds great.”

“I’ve seen worse,” Gabe puts in.

“Yeah, but maybe I’d like not to be in the bottom half of the messes you’ve seen,” Tyson tells him with a wry smile. “Just so I have some dignity left to keep me warm at night.”

Gabe bites his lip on the offer to keep him warm at night.

“Anyway,” Tyson goes on. “So. How’s Cecy been? Making trouble?”

“No!” Cecy protest. “I was good. Right, Mr. Landeskog? I’ve been good?”

“Eh…” Gabe wiggles his hand, and she gives the most betrayed look Gabe’s ever seen.

“No! That’s not true.”

Tyson tilts his head at Gabe. “Hm. I don’t know…”

“Daddy,” she whines, and Tyson laughs.

“Yeah, of course. I guess I trust you more than Mr. Landeskog.”

“I’m hurt,” Gabe tells him, and Tyson grins.

“Well, if she’s been good, we can get ice cream.”

“I see. So it’s an ulterior motive?”

“Always. Because ice cream is…” he looks at Cecy expectantly, and she recites,

“Definitely one hundred percent in daddy’s diet plan.”

“That’s right.” He holds up his hand, and Cecy smacks it in a high five. “Okay, you good to go?”

“Yeah–Cara!” Cecy yells, and then darts away to her friend, who’s talking to her mom. Tyson laughs, shakes his head.

“Good thing I’m not in a hurry.”

“Yeah.” Gabe nods. “That was a good game last night.”

“You watched?” Tyson’s eyes go wide, then he keeps going. “I mean, of course you watched, you’ve said you’re a hockey fan before, but it could have been the SHL or something else in Europe, and even in Denver a lot of people keep to the hometown teams, and–”

“I watched,” Gabe interrupts. “That was a nice goal in the second.”

“Oh, thanks.”

“And a good post-game interview,” Gabe goes on, and Tyson groans and glares. “You watched that? Come on, that’s not fair.”

“How many years of interviews have you given?”

“Don’t you know you’re not supposed to ask a boy his age,” Tyson retorts, then adds. “And here I thought maybe I had some dignity left.”

“Dignity’s overrated.”

“Easy for you to say, you look like a Disney prince had a baby with a Norse god even after a day of dealing with third graders.” Gabe refuses to have a reaction over that. Or at least, not until he has some privacy. “Some of us don’t have that luxury.”

“You seem to get by all right,” Gabe points out.

“Yeah, it’s amazing what an NHL salary will do,” Gabe bites down on the definitely inappropriate things he could say about how little an NHL salary would matter to the right person. Who would care about how he’s cute and funny and a great dad and is standing right in front of him. “Which is definitely not what you are here to talk about, right, that’s probably some sort of harassment, sorry, I’ll shut up.”

“It’s fine,” Gabe says, quickly. “I don’t mind.”

“You’re the only one, then. I think even Nate–my best friend–”

“Yes, I know who Nate Mackinnon is.”

“Well I didn’t know! Maybe you only happened to watch yesterday’s game. Maybe you live under a rock and don’t know who Nate Mackinnon is. I don’t know the secret life of teachers.”

“Well, we don’t disappear when school’s over.”

“Yeah, that was a revelation,” Tyson agrees. “First time I saw a teacher in the grocery store I ran and hid behind a pyramid of chicken soup, and then i knocked it over and almost got a concussion.” Gabe can’t help bursting out laughing. Tyson shakes his head, looking rueful but also amused. Of course he’s charmingly self-deprecating. “Now I get that feeling with coaches.”

“They can’t be that much older than you.”

“Are you calling me old, Mr. Landeskog?” Tyson retorts, stressing the ‘mister.’ “Because I’ve got an entire hockey locker room who can vouch for the fact that I’ve never grown up.”

“Well, I’ve seen Cecy’s registration forms, Mr. Barrie,” Gabe replies, smirking.

Tyson makes a face. “Ugh. Please no Mr. Barrie.”

“Is that your dad?”

“No, that’s the front office whenever they’re pissed at me. Or my agent, which is worse. I mean, the front office can fire me, but my agent can really fuck me over.”

“You’ve played in the same town for most of your career.”

Tyson’s eyebrows go up. “Which you know?” he asks. “Are you a fan, Mr. Landeskog?”

“I told you I watched your game,” Gabe tells him, willing down the blush he knows is coming.

“Yeah, but there are fans and there are fans. I knew you were a fan, but that’s different from being a fan and knowing player histories. Especially mine, I mean. There are people who know Nate’s name, and then there are people who know my name, eh?” Tyson grins. “So are you a fan?”

Gabe glances around, but Tyson grinning at him and fuck it, there are only a few months left of school. He can do this much. “Maybe I’m just a fan of yours.”

Tyson’s face goes red, and his mouth does something that doesn’t make noise but does make Gabe have to concentrate not to look at his lips. “Well, then you’re one of the only ones,” he finally comes to the conclusion. “But I’m glad to have one, at least. And one like you.”

“Like me?”

“You know, a fu–freaking–prince.” Tyson glances up at him, and Gabe is definitely not imagining that look. He wasn’t going to speculate about interviews, but he knows what it looks like when he’s being checked out. “Could do worse, I guess.”

“I’m flattered,” Gabe retorts, and opens his mouth to say more, but then–

“Dad!” Tyson’s hit with four feet of eight year old. “Can we get ice cream now? Can Cara come?”

Tyson’s focus immediately shifts, but his ears are still red. “Did Cara’s mom say she could?” he asks.

“Yes!” Cecy insists, stomping her foot. “Da-ad, let’s go!”

“Duty calls,” Gabe tells him, and Tyson looks at him, sidelong.

“Yeah,” he says. “I guess it does. It was nice talking to you, Mr. Landeskog. I mean, it always is, but it was especially nice today. Not for any particular reason. Just because–”

“Dad!”

“Yeah, right.” Tyson runs a hand through his hair. “See you later.”

“Yeah,” Gabe agrees, and watches as they go, Tyson’s hand slipping easily into his daughter’s.

He waits until they’re out of the room before he fist pumps, because he has that much dignity at least.

///

“Congratulations.”

“Oh, shit.” Tyson nearly drops his bottle of water, juggles it a little, but manages to catch it. “Oh, shit,” he repeats.

“It’s okay, I know you’re not smooth,” Gabe manages not to laugh as he slides into place next to Tyson and the big blonde guy next to him who is definitely Nate Mackinnon.

Tyson makes a face at him. “I’m a professional athlete, I’m usually at least coordinated.”

“Didn’t you break your leg off the rink at Worlds a few years ago?”

“Yes, and no one knows why–no one,” Tyson stresses, stabbing a finger at his friend, who’s laughing behind his hand. “No one, Nate, shut up.”

“Shutting up.” Nate holds up his hands, then looks at Gabe, definitely sizing him up. Gabe lets him, meets his eyes squarely. “So you’re the famous Mr. Landeskog?”

“Nate!” Tyson groans, elbowing him. Gabe can’t help but grin. He was pretty sure he wasn’t reading this wrong, but this sort of confirmation is always good.

“I think we can say Gabriel, now that the school year’s over.” Gabe holds out a hand.

Nate takes it. “Nate Mackinnon.” His handshake isn’t hard, but it’s strong in a way that makes it clear this is a man who works with his body for a living. “I’m glad to finally meet you.”

“And now he’s going to go find Cecy, and distract her for a few minutes” Tyson announces, shoving at Nate. “And not be here. Good bye.”

“But Brutes–”

“Not here,” Tyson repeats. It’s unclear the shoving is actually doing anything, given the good six inches Nate has on him, but Nate goes regardless, with a jaunty wave to Gabe. “Anyway. Sorry about him. He’s here because Cecy loves him but I meant to keep him away from you before he embarrassed me. I don’t need help with that.”

Then he’s just smiling at Gabe, an eyebrow raised like it’s half a challenge, and Gabe considers beating around the bush, doing more of their half-flirting they’ve been doing for months, but it’s been months. “So, as of today, I’m no longer Cecy’s teacher.”

“I thought teachers were supposed to be observant,” Tyson retorts, and when Gabe snorts, Tyson shrugs. “I don’t have to be nice to you to make sure my daughter gets a good grade. You can get the full Tyson Barrie experience now.”

Gabe takes half a step closer. “I’d like that,” he says, making sure to pitch his voice low. He can see Tyson’s adam’s apple moves as he swallows. “Maybe over drinks?”

Tyson swallows again, and his eyes dart around, to all the parents milling about the yard. “You know, there are things I can’t–I won’t be able to do, until I retire,” he says slowly. His eyes are fixed on Gabe, wary now. Serious. Gabe wonders if this is what he looks like on the ice; what he’d look like in bed. “It’s shitty, but that’s how it is.”

“Yeah, I know, I get it.” Gabe takes the second half of that step closer. He’s thought about that. Thought about that, and thought about Tyson’s smile and how he is with Cecy and his arms and his humor. “I’d still like those drinks.”

“Really?” Tyson bites at his lip. “Because I’d get it if you didn’t, being a secret can suck–”

“Well, let’s be real, you’re getting old anyway,” Gabe says, and Tyson bursts out into a laugh even as he reaches out to the nearest flat surface to knock. “And, whatever. Let’s see how much the NHL can speculate about a bromance.”

“Oh it’s a lot,” Tyson says, but he’s still laughing. “But, then. Drinks sound good.”

“Great.” Gabe knows he’s smiling like a lunatic–if only because EJ is giving him ridiculous thumbs up from the doorway where he is talking to, of all people, Nate Mackinnon, which Gabe thinks would make him nervous if he wasn’t so happy. “Tonight?”

Tyson’s eyebrows go up. “I’ve got Cecy tonight. Tomorrow?”

“That’ll do,” Gabe allows. “I can text you the details?” He holds out his phone for Tyson’s number. Tyson enters it, and his fingers deliberately brush Gabe’s palm as he hands it back.

Then he pauses. Gives a smile that’s halfway to a smirk. “You know, I can also sign an autograph, while we’re there. Maybe bring a jersey to sign. If you’re such a fan.”

“I could be into that,” Gabe retorts, mock-thoughtful, and Tyson goes red but looks considering. Oh, Gabe thinks. This is going to be good.

#avs fic #my fic #i do not actually know the ethics of dating parents of students so this sort of semi-handwaves any policies that might be in place #instead have some fanboy Gabe because apparently I'm into that!#scoresfromhisknees #avs tumblr fic

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strikecommanding · 6 years ago

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Lucy

a 5k piece commissioned by an anonymous user, featuring gabe loving on their OC lucy :-) i’ve updated my commission information, which now accommodates OC requests for anyone interested!

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A stabbing pain that lit a fire all across her shoulder blades jarred Lucy into consciousness. Her fried nerves needed a moment to wake themselves back up and hit her with an abrupt, unpleasant sensation, causing her to writhe and scream for whoever was nearby. She could hardly make heads or tails of her surroundings while in the throes of such agony, but the sight of her bed hinted that she was currently in some sort of hospital room.

The pain in her shoulder blades spiked up in intensity, causing her to thrash around a bit more violently. IV drips and various other machinery hooked up to her fell to the ground with a crash so loud that it rivaled her own pained screams. If she had to put words to the excruciating sensation, she would think her rib cage was snapping out of place to try and break free through her skin. Lucy searched frantically through her memories to pin a cause to this phenomenon, and her last conscious memory pointed to a serum introduced to her veins by the Talon scientists who kidnapped her in the first place.

By the time all sorts of people rushed in to observe her, Lucy felt just about ready to curl up and die. Her body, however, couldn’t decide what to do with itself. Lying on her back and applying pressure to the site of trauma exacerbated the pain, but so did turning over and exposing it to the air. She continued to flail helplessly until a number of hands turned her on her stomach and strapped her down.

Lucy urged herself to fight through the pain and turn her agony into coherent sentences. “What’s happening?! What the fuck did you do to me?!”

“Subject’s belligerent,” said a faceless, uncaring voice overhead. “Hit her with a shot of morphine. ...Maybe up the dosage to keep her body still and her mouth shut.”

A latex-gloved hand wielding a needle hovered close to her, and she did what she could to avoid it. However, she was powerless to her restraints and the pain in her shoulder blades, leaving her no choice but to accept the injection. Its effect were near instantaneous, as she could feel her eyelids getting heavier with every harsh breath she took. She wondered if it was really the morphine that was knocking her out, or if the agony had simply become too much for her to bear.

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“She’s stable, sir, but the outcome isn’t what we intended,” said an impassive, uncaring voice. “We’ve achieved advanced mobility, but with those wings, stealth is simply an impossibility…”

Upon hearing the word ‘stable’ in reference to her, Lucy could have laughed. After all of the scientists’ experiments and the pain they put her through, she didn’t feel stable in any capacity. The least of which was physically, as her muscles and bones ached under the strain of foreign growths in the form of wings.

Apparently finding it unnecessary to keep their lab specimen updated on changes to her own body, the Talon scientists neglected to tell Lucy what exactly happened the night she blacked out. Once she woke up, she had to eavesdrop on some nearby nurses just to learn that she’d been out cold for nearly a week. She had yet to hear anyone speak about the peculiar, peach-colored wings that suddenly sprouted from her back, and this was the first time she’d heard anyone speak so candidly about them.

Lucy stood before a council of criminals who hid their faces in the shadows. The brightest light source in the room shone directly above her head, and it was the closest simulation she’d had to sunlight ever since she first found herself a prisoner of Talon. She had to squint just to see ahead of her, but when she found dozens of pairs of eyes staring back, scrutinizing her and trying to decide her fate right then and there, she found more comfort in simply staring at the floor.

A long silence filled the room until someone spoke up, this time directly addressing Lucy rather than talking around her. “How do you feel?”

It felt like ages since someone last asked her that, and Lucy thought of a myriad of colorful answers to that particular question. Her bones were brittle and her muscles weak, all because of an unnatural pair of wings that constantly sapped the energy out of her natural body. It was as if they, too, could tell they weren’t meant to be a part of her, as the human body simply wasn’t meant to maintain such appendages. She wanted to tell them all of these things, but this was the first time in weeks that anyone had directly spoken to her and asked for her honest words. She couldn’t resist the impulse to tilt her head back and spit out a scathing answer, “I feel like you bastards ruined me, and you don’t even know how to fix your mistake.”

The tension in the room was palpable after her bold remark, but she didn’t take it back or apologize. Instead, she maintained eye contact with the man who kept himself concealed in the shadows. She tried to make out his features and got as far as a creased forehead and tightly pursed lips before both suddenly relaxed, revealing to her a slimy smile that made her sick. “Silly girl,” he said, deliberately slow so she would hang on to each and every word. “You’re Talon’s greatest mistake, and you’re foolish to think we’d want to ‘fix’ you.”

Lucy’s eyes widened and her wry smugness dropped at the implication that she would be stuck like this for the rest of her life. It hadn’t occurred to her that they would leave her as is, neither fixing her nor killing her out of mercy, and instead leaving her to live as an abomination who suffered constant pain. Her hands curled into fists and her nostrils flared. The thought angered her as much as it scared her, but she could hardly get a word out before the man spoke up again, this time to a nearby lackey.

“We’ll observe her, see if she can take to her wings,” he said, and Lucy felt herself slip back into a sort of helplessness where everyone only ever talked about her and not to her. “We can still use her.”

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Lucy’s unwillingness to adjust to her wings hardly put a damper on her overall recovery. Her body no longer felt like her own, as if that strange serum had reprogrammed it to follow the twisted will of her captors. The process during which her wings burst from her skin and grew out to their full span had been the most painful experience of Lucy’s life, yet she recovered relatively quickly. Just under a month was all the time her body needed to recuperate and begin recognizing those wings as merely another set of appendages.

It took some time, mainly because she was so resistant to learn in a process not unlike learning to walk all over again, but she was able to start flying. The scientists overseeing her recovery and adjustment period only ever let her practice on indoor training grounds, never allowing her too far out of sight. She couldn’t yet be trusted not to simply fly away.

Even if she were free to fly outdoors, Lucy often mused, there weren’t many places she could go. By this point in her life, all she knew was Talon, and even though they mistreated her, they kept her alive. She detested them, but she relied on them for more than she cared to admit to. For this reason, she toned down the rebellion and tried to make herself useful when Talon offered her an ultimatum: either live and work for Talon as a sniper, or die.

Though neither option was particularly appealing, one was obviously better than the other. She yearned for freedom from Talon, but not to the point of seeing death as a better way out. Begrudgingly, she accepted her role as Talon’s newest sniper under the pseudonym Siren.

It was a shaky start, but Lucy ended up being a huge asset to them. Her precision and aim were superb, and her advanced mobility afforded to her by her wings allowed for easy getaways if ever the situation called for it. This was definitely a common occurrence when they first began sending her on missions, ones that typically seemed too risky or challenging for someone on her own. Lucy had a feeling that her higher-ups didn’t intend for her to come back from those particular missions, and it might have been spite alone that fueled her and encouraged her not only to return alive, but to report back with stellar results. Whether they were testing her skill or simply trying to get rid of her, she never asked. Instead, she internalized everything and took it out on herself.

There was no personal fulfillment to be had in being a terrorist organization’s favorite toy. She had to kill to survive, but she had to wonder what the point in surviving was when every day was just like the last: do your job, keep your mouth shut, and maybe you’ll be treated decently. When she was still a fiery adolescent who had a penchant for talking back in any situation, she learned the hard way that Talon wouldn’t hesitate to resort to violence, even against a child. Over the course of the ten years they kept her, Lucy somehow came to stop blaming Talon as much for her situation and began blaming herself instead.

Her biggest gripe with herself was her wings, for varying reasons. For one, she resented them for working efficiently enough to serve Talon’s interests, effectively trapping her as their lapdog. Long beyond the habit of biting the hand that first fed her, she instead berated her own body for taking so well to their experimental serum. She detested these wings not only for the grim future they’d secured for her, but also because they made her look and feel like a monster. Ordinarily, wings carried with them beautiful and cherubic connotations, or imagery of free-flying birds who could travel the world as they pleased. Lucy’s current lifestyle as a weapon felt neither angelic nor free; she felt like a freak who needed to be fixed, and since Talon refused to do so, she took matters into her own hands.

Around the halfway mark of her captivity, when she was just shy of 20, she resorted to some destructive means to undo Talon’s work. The wings were the source of all her suffering, she’d reasoned, so she tried to get rid of them with nothing but a pair of old scissors that one scientist was too careless to notice she’d had. It had been a painful process that Lucy couldn’t finish before blacking out from the pain, and by the time she woke up, she found her wings patched up and healing extraordinarily quickly, thanks to the regenerative effect of the original serum she’d taken all those years ago. She was a monster who could kill anything but herself, and that realization made her feel helpless.

Now, however, those feelings and memories had to be stowed away. No longer the unstable wreck she’d been when the role of sniper was first bestowed upon her, Lucy had been on enough missions and taken enough abuse to realize that her only job was to get from one day to the next. Meaning and personal fulfillment didn’t matter so long as she was alive, and she could only ensure that by completing her current mission.

Talon shipped her off to a quaint little city known as Rialto, where she was ordered to take out a prominent member of the UN. It was an ambitious mission, but to Lucy, it was just one more thing to get through to prove her worth for another day.

Her target was out to dinner with a number of bodyguards to go around. In order to avoid their sightlines, Lucy was forced to set up shop a bit further than she would have liked, but it was nothing she hadn’t dealt with before. It was during situations like these that she swapped out her usual bullets for non-lethal ones, whose sole purpose was gathering intel. When fired, they highlighted a wide radius for just a moment, just long enough for her to take the shot, so long as she was quick about it.

However, these bullets still left behind casings just like their regular counterparts, and even the most incompetent bodyguard wouldn’t be so daft as to excuse a bullet casing within a foot of a member of the UN. Lucy had to take the shot before it was noticed.

Unfortunately, even from her perch located so far back from the target, she was the one who was noticed. Just as she swooped into the air and lined up to take the shot, a gun fired behind her and jarred her focus. She heard it before she felt it, only realizing after a moment that she’d been shot. The pain was so sudden and intense that she couldn’t even think to scream, nor could she get a good look at her wound or assailant before plummeting directly into the canal below.

The water was cold and bracing, especially when her fresh wound was submerged in it. Already unsteady from having been shot, Lucy could hardly stay afloat with her now-heavy wings weighing her down and urging her into the depths. She could feel herself sinking faster the more she struggled, so she took in as much air as she could before going under completely. The injury to her wing was nothing compared to the helplessness and hysteria she felt as she fell further into the depths with no signs of help nearby.

Just when she thought she couldn’t hold her breath for much longer, something else abruptly joined her in the water. Someone else, she realized upon further inspection, had jumped in after her and pulled her into their arms. Lucy didn’t know their identity or their intentions, but she was quick to cling to them anyway. She didn’t want to die, and it seemed this person didn’t want her to either.

The moment her head was above the water, she gasped for some much needed air. Her rescuer, too, was out of breath, if their heaving chest was any indication. But, as Lucy pressed her palms against their sturdy chest and felt their racing heart, she concluded it must have been more from the adrenaline of going after her than merely from having been in the water. Lucy looked up fully and stared into the chocolate brown eyes of her rescuer.

A man with dark skin and unruly facial hair looked back at her, his expression impassive and unreadbale. He carried her in his arms like she was nothing, taking great care not to press against her wound. Lucy’s eyes dropped to the shotguns holstered to his sides and she realized he was likely the one who’d shot at her.

“I’ve got questions,” he said gruffly, carrying her towards a dropship. “So you’d better not die on me.”

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By now, Lucy was used to waking up in a hospital bed after sustaining injuries. This time was different, however, in that she found herself somewhere other than Talon headquarters. A quick glance down at the edge of her blanket revealed a particular logo, that of Overwatch, which she only knew as her employers’ number one enemy. Looking over her shoulder, she noted some bandages wrapped around the base of her wing where she’d been shot. Likely a mere formality, since her cells were surely doing a quick and efficient job at putting her back together already.

“You’re awake,” said the pleasant, lightly accented voice of a cheery blonde woman who abruptly entered the room, startling Lucy. She seemed to notice Lucy’s agitation, as she maintained a distance and lowered her voice. “How are you feeling? Are you experiencing any pain at all?”

The woman was far too talkative for Lucy’s liking after having just woken up, so she simply didn’t answer. Lucy sank defensively into her sheets while eyeing this woman with distrust. The tension that filled the air was not lost on this woman, as she simply kept to herself while bustling around the room. They both looked up when a third party joined them.

The same man Lucy had seen the night before walked into the room, and she could see his imposing physique fully now that he was under good lighting. He practically towered over the blonde woman as he approached her, and Lucy’s eyes dropped to a conspicuous manila folder clutched in his left hand. “How’s she doing, Angela?”

The woman known as Angela briefly glanced at Lucy before turning away and answering the question. “She seems stable, but I haven’t had a chance to take a look at her injury yet…”

“In that case, how about you let me take over for a sec?” he suggested, patting her gently on the shoulder as he ushered her towards the door. When she looked back at him, he raised the folder to her eye level and waved it. “She and I need to talk.”

Angela wore a bit of a warning stare as she moved to exit. “Don’t stress out my patient, Gabriel.”

He waved dismissively before pulling up a chair beside Lucy’s bed. She treated him to the same distrustful stare she’d given Angela, only breaking it to look down at the papers he pulled out of his folder. He read off of them in a neutral tone, “Siren, Talon’s secret weapon responsible for a number of assassinations over the past several years. Signature mark is bullets that emit a high enough frequency to completely shred whatever they come into contact with. That’s you, isn’t it?”

Conditioned not to talk back by years of abuse, Lucy just stared at the blanket in front of her. The only thing she really wanted to say was, “My name is Lucy.”

Gabriel maintained his unflinching gaze as he put all the papers away and shut the folder. He set it aside on the bed by her leg, and she inched away from it just the slightest bit. “You’ve been on our radar for a while. You were sloppy last night, and that’s why you got caught.”

Lucy knew that better than anyone else, so she didn’t need to be told. Instead of expressing that, she just wrung the edge of her blanket in her fists.

When she didn’t answer, Gabriel filled the silence for her. His once uncaring and impassive expression dissipated into something a bit more gentle, almost tired. “Look. We’ve had eyes on you long enough to figure out exactly how Talon got their hands on you, and everything they did. It isn’t right, what they did to you. ...Ordinarily, I’d arrest you, but Blackwatch doesn’t operate under quite the same set of rules that Overwatch does. I’ve got a proposition for you.”

Lucy looked up, astonished only by one thing he’d said. She’d never heard anyone express contempt for Talon’s sordid activities, specifically the things they’d done to her. That Gabriel looked back at her with a softer expression than what he’d had on upon first walking in only encouraged her to want to listen to him, along with inspiring a strange, fluttering feeling deep inside her chest. She cautiously kept her mouth shut, but she communicated to him with an attentive gaze that she wanted him to continue.

He leaned in, speaking in a hushed tone like he was worried someone would pick up on their conversation. “You’ve been with Talon long enough to know the ins and outs of their organization. You’ve got more intel than I can possibly imagine. Plus, they won’t expect to find one of their own against them. What I’m saying is… Blackwatch could only benefit from having you around.”

This situation wasn’t unique to her. Lucy experienced the same thing when Talon first modified her, except the alternative to joining them was to die by their hand. In this case, it was likely she would simply get arrested and that would be that. Alive, but not free, the same way her life had been for the past ten years. The situation wasn’t unique, but the outcomes being offered to her were. If she were to work for Blackwatch, she had a feeling her life could only change for the better.

Gabriel took her silence as her being in need of a little more convincing, so he went on to add, “Don’t worry about your record. I’ll take care of everything,” he assured her, and then he wore a roguish smile that brought back that odd fluttering in her chest. “I’ll take care of you.”

The idea of choosing something for herself was so foreign to Lucy that she almost couldn’t respond right away. Finally, when she gained a firm hold of herself, she nodded with confidence. “I want to join you.”

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When Gabriel said he would take care of Lucy, he meant it. He oversaw everything from her discharge from the medbay to her adjustment period as Blackwatch’s newest agent. Blackwatch, Lucy learned, was still finding its footing as a sister organization to the all-encompassing Overwatch. As things were now, she and Gabriel were the only official members.

Consequently, they were able to acquaint themselves a bit better by going out on missions, and Lucy learned that he was actually a pretty friendly and easygoing guy despite how intimidating he looked. He was the first person to treat her like an equal, like a person, rather than the weapon Talon wanted her to be. It was for this reason that she couldn’t help but grow attached to Gabriel, and she was glad to see that he appeared to be fond of her in turn. At least, that was how she felt most of the time, but the few months they shared together wasn’t enough time to rid her entirely of the demons that festered in her mind for the past ten years.

Thanks to Talon, Lucy had her fair share of insecurities, but it was because of her environment that she never had the means to deal with them in a healthy way. Now that she had the freedom to express herself, she didn’t know where to start. So she never quite dealt with her issues, instead electing to bottle everything up.

It all came to a head one evening when she and Gabriel returned from a mission. Everything had gone fine except for a few rogue decisions on Gabriel’s part, which resulted in him getting a bit more banged up than he would have liked. Though he definitely took the brunt of the damage, he insisted that they both go and get checked out by Angela.

Despite how long she’d been with Blackwatch, Lucy never could bring herself to get along with the kindly doctor. At its core, this issue was rooted in insecurity. She still remembered the first time Angela donned her wings to go to battle, and how the sight had made the eyes of passersby shine. She was undeniably beautiful, the perfect image of an angel. But, whenever she grew tired of them, she could just take off her wings and still be adored. Lucy didn’t have that luxury. Her wings were on her for good, and they only ever made her feel like a monster.

She never expressed these feelings to anyone, however, which led to her silently stewing in the corner while Angela patched up Gabriel’s wounds. Gabriel, too, had the tendency to look at Angela with stars in his eyes, and watching the two of them interact inspired within Lucy a pain she didn’t know how to treat. She carried the burden without telling a soul, but doing so for too long made her liable to blow up. When she sensed her agitation rising to a point she would no longer be able to control, she stood abruptly and headed to her room, ignoring Gabriel as he called after her.

Lucy didn’t have much time alone before Gabriel went after her, entering the room unannounced. From her spot curled up in bed, she glared at him and murmured, “Go away.”

“Not before you talk to me,” he retorted, shutting the door behind him and moving closer to her. “What’s bothering you so much that you had to storm out like that?”

“Nothing for you to worry about,” she insisted. She tried to turn over in an attempt to cut off the conversation, but he was quicker than her. Bracing her arms and holding her still, he forced her to look at him.

“It is when you’re on the verge of tears like that,” he muttered, and his grip loosened just enough for Lucy to reclaim her limbs and swipe at her inexplicably damp cheeks. She sighed in frustration and rubbed harshly at her eyes while Gabriel took a seat on the edge of the bed. His voice took on a softer tone, the one that made her weak in the knees. “What’s bothering you, Lucia?”

Hearing him call her by her full name both made her heart skip a beat and informed her that he wouldn’t be leaving any time soon. At least, not until he heard everything she had to say. Lucy stared at her hands folded in her lap and started slowly, trying to articulate what had been on her mind for weeks now. “When I see you and Angela together like that, I just… I don’t know… it makes me feel horrible. The way you look at her is so… sweet… and it kills me to know you’d never look at me like that, not when I’m such a freak.”

Gabriel didn’t answer right away, likely soaking in her words and thinking of the best way to reply. She peeked up shyly and flinched at the abrupt contact of his hand against her cheek, only settling when she felt how gentle his touch was. The rough pad of his thumb wiped away any remaining tears, and she closed her eyes when he spoke to her, smooth and slow. “You’re not a freak. After all this time, you’re still the only one who thinks of yourself that way. As for Angela and I… we’re just friends. We’ve been working together for a while so we’re close, but we’re just friends.”

While she did feel comforted by his affirmation that his relationship with Angela was strictly platonic, Lucy felt silly for having to ask him for it. It made her feel like a child. Perhaps he could sense that she was still not fully settled, as he moved in close enough for their legs to touch. She looked up into his eyes only to have her face flush upon seeing the intensity of his stare.

“You’re always right next to me, Lucy, but you never see the way I look at you,” he remarked, letting out a soft exhale not unlike a curt laugh. When he gently placed his hand on top of hers, she didn’t move away. Instead, she tried to still her rapidly beating heart when he looked back up at her and went on, “And when you look at yourself, you never see what I see either.”

“Gabe…?” she breathed, a mere whimper in comparison to the rumble his voice had been when he made that heartfelt confession. She held her breath when the distance between her lips and his slowly began to close, his hand gently pulling her in for a sweet kiss. Unsure how to react right away, she simply sat still and let him hold her. He touched her with a sort of warmth she’d never experienced before in her life, and she wanted more of it, quickly. Her clumsy hands moved to reciprocate by wrapping around his neck and pulling his body closer to hers.

Gabriel followed her unspoken directions with ease, practically purring against her lips. The feeling of that rumble deep inside his chest as he pressed it against hers made Lucy tremble. Soon enough, she was curled up in his lap, cooing and whimpering as his teeth nipped playfully at the soft skin of her neck. His hands glided up and down her sides to feel her, all of her, before he decided that her clothes were too inconvenient a barrier.

Lucy sat back and allowed him to undress her. He moved gently, especially as he removed the fabric around her wings, and she could see the way his eyes lit up with adoration as he looked them over. She’d never seen him wear a loving expression like that, and the idea that he apparently looked at her like that all the time filled her with a mix of pride and love that she didn’t know she could feel.

Bare before Gabriel’s hungry eyes, Lucy flushed and crawled back into his lap. Her waist fit perfectly between his large hands, which held her firmly as he ground her down against the bulge in his pants. The sensation came so suddenly that she couldn’t help but yelp, at which he questioned, “You okay?”

She nodded frantically, almost whining when the delicious friction stopped. “Keep touching me.”

He responded with a smug smile, gently pulling her off of him and positioning her on all fours. She was self-conscious about having her wings on full display for him, but the thought left her mind instantly when his index finger dragged along her spine, making her shiver. His knuckles brushed gently against her soft, peach-colored feathers, and he leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Are you ready?”

Lucy bit down hard on her bottom lip upon feeling his arousal stroke against her sopping wet pussy. To know that he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him was reassuring, and she showed her enthusiasm by grinding against him the slightest bit. “Please, fuck me.”

That was all the encouragement Gabriel needed to line up the tip against her entrance and bury himself inside her in one go. Every nerve in Lucy’s body responded to his touch, even the ones in her wings as they expanded briefly before settling. She melted into the feeling of his palms against the swell of her ass, holding her in place as his movements became harsher. It wasn’t so much painful as it was purely passionate, allowing Lucy to feel all the tension that had built up between them over the past few months finally come to a head. All this time, when she thought about how much she liked Gabriel, she never once realized that the feeling was mutual.

She no longer had the time to view things in hindsight when one of his hands crept between her legs, idly stroking at her swollen clit. At that, she jolted and tightened around his cock, causing him to let out a deep, rumbling groan right beside her ear. In an effort to chase after the pleasure he offered her, Lucy bucked desperately against his hand. He got the hint and picked up the pace, simultaneously thrusting harder so that they could finish at the same time. Lucy’s toes curled and her wings expanded, every inch of her body tingling as Gabriel helped her over the edge of release.

Not long after, he pulled out with a groan and finished on her lower back. They both needed a moment to catch their breath, but he was the first to get up. He briefly disappeared into the bathroom to grab a towel and clean her up before settling in bed next to her. Lucy clung to him almost immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Gabriel smiled fondly as his knuckles stroked along the base of her spine, and he murmured, “Do you get that I like you yet, or do I have to spell it out?”

Lucy laughed in the form of a soft, breathless exhale as she settled against his chest. “I get it, but it’d be nice to hear you say it anyway.”

He leaned down to kiss her forehead in a way that made her truly feel loved, something she’d never experienced before. “I like you, Lucy.”

She smiled and allowed her eyes to flutter shut. “I like you too.”

#mine #commission #oc commission #gabriel reyes x oc #kidnapping #violence mention #abuse mention #self harm #consensual #what an odd bunch of tags #it's fluffy with gabe i swear

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franeridart · 7 years ago

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I absolutely adore every single KiriBaku thing you draw. They’re so pure and I love them.

;O; !!!!! thank you holy heck!!!!!

Anon said:Fran i missed your hq fanart, it was so good seeing some more from you!

I’m happy you liked them!!!! I missed drawing them too, really !!!!

Anon said:Imagine this - BNHA kids like It kids. Also love your art!

But I haven’t watched It :O and thank you!!!

Anon said: Is it ok if fictionkin people reblog your art and tag it as kin or anything of the sort?

Sure! People are gonna do so anyway whatever I say after all, and this seems like a really silly thing to get bothered over since it’s not like it hurts me in any way haha

Anon said:Who dabs more, Denki or Mina?

If I gotta pick one I’d say Kaminari, but I sure as heck hope dabbing isn’t still a thing in whatever future bnha is set in, anon hahaha

Anon said:yo i love it when you color your sketches, so pretty!!

OH BOY thank you so so much!!!!! :O

Anon said:I love you and your art so much?? like??? you’re so perfect?? just keep doing what you’re doing because you’re doing fucking amazing

I’m the furthest thing from perfect you’re gonna find, anon haha but thank you so much for the compliment!!

Anon said:thank you for always making me smile.

And thank you cause this ask made me smile, anon!!

Anon said:your coloring skills are improving!!! gosh your art is visibly getting better lately (not that it’s even been “bad”, there’s no such thing!! i’ve always loved it). i don’t know if it’s a good idea to tell you this but i mean it as a genuine compliment!

Are they really??? °O° I wouldn’t have said so, honestly haha but I’m super happy to hear that, thank you!!

Anon said:Are any of your OCs romantically involved? Or are they all just good friends?

Yes and no, depending on at which point in their respective story we’re talking about haha Josh and Chris are in love with each other, and so are Max and Leo (well, their situation is a bit… uncommon, but if I were ever to write their story they’d be together in the end) - I once posted about Gabe and Hector, and by the end of their story they’re in a poly relationship with a girl named Erica I’ve never posted about. Luca has a love (?) interest of sort but he’s not been posted about yet hohoho maybe sometime in the near future. Still deciding about Isa and Ana’s relationship, but maybe. Who knows? That’s about it as far as the ones I’ve posted about go :D

Anon said:your ocs are adorable!! esp ana, I want to know EVERYTHING ABOUT HER (and, yeah, having new ocs is super exciting, like you said! just– being able to figure all that stuff out, actually mould a character of your own– it’s a lot of fun!!!)

Anon said: What are Ana and Isa like? From that drawing, I already think I would want to be friends with Isa! She looks like lots of fun!

She is!! She’s sort of a jock, a bit of a dummy and really loud, she’s easy to make laugh and got the type of laughter that makes you wanna laugh with her so when she’s around the mood is always a good one! She’s not exactly a social butterfly, but she’s got no problems with socializing, knows by instinct how to bend her behaviour to fit with all types of people and has the incredible ability to have every and all awkward situations fly right over her head, she just doesn’t notice them, and that makes it hard to be anything but relaxed when she’s around. She’s actually how she and Ana got in the group, since she’s gym buddies with Leo! She also really really likes ball sports :D

Ana’s an introvert all the way through, on the other hand - she’s really witty and sassy when she feels comfortable enough, and sarcasm is her preferred way of communicating, but if she doesn’t know you/ too many people she isn’t 100% comfortable with are around she comes off as timid and closed off, smiles politely and barely utters a word - people assume she’s the subdued and shy type at first so once she starts opening up it’s always sort of a shock haha she’s got a scientific mind and while she isn’t a “gifted kid” like Chris she likes to learn and study a lot, which is why she ended up having a real great relationship with Chris specifically out of everyone in the group (they like to nerd out together) (Josh isn’t particularly happy about it, the jelly idiot)

Anon said: I love seeing you drawing and getting asks about your OCs. They have so much personality and it makes me super happy. I hope you’ll feel like sharing them with us more often!

Thank you so much!!!! I’m really really happy people seem to like them too!!!! :O

Anon said:you draw the children so long i love it :0

!!!!! :D thank you!!!

Anon said:Did you now that the voice actor of Tenya is also the one of Kageyama ? (I start Haikyuu because of you by the way, thanks for this and for all your great art !)

I did know!!! There’s a lot of hq va’s in bnha, that’s always made me happy haha

Anon said:Love the new Haikyuu art! Although it’s sad that someone made you lose motivation to draw BNHA :/ Daishou is one of my faves, too. He’s such a doof, love it.

OH BOY I love Daishou so much, I’m glad you like him too! Aside from how much fun he is to draw (and color! he’s a green haired boy and that matters lots to me haha) he’s got so much personality and he’s such an interesting character! I honest to god disliked him with a passion during the nekohebi game, actually haha but that’s how it is with most of my hq faves, after all hahaha glad you liked the doodles, by the way!!!

Anon said:DOGS? SHOUTS? LUCA IS MY KINDA GUY

THANK YOU FOR LIKING MY ANGRY SON !!!!!! :D

Anon said:I love Luca! Where did he get his scar?

A fight with some punks back when he was a teen that ended up escalating when knives became a thing that was being used :O he comes off as the dangerous sorta type which makes good people steer clear and bad ones come looking for trouble/ pick fights with him cause they assume he was picking a fight cause of his resting bitch face. Well, he’s an ass so let’s say that at least half the times he had been picking fights, and it’s not like he runs when someone tries to fight him anyway… that’s not the only scar he has, it’s just the most visible one haha

Anon said:I’m kinda freaking out about Luca and the others being italians! It makes me love your OCs even more ahah Btw, don’t know if you’ve already answered this or if it’s too personal but… are you Italian? (Or what nationality?)

Yah I am! :D and I’m super happy to hear you like my kids!!!!!

Anon said:Hello! I just wanted to let you know that you inspire me a lot! Your blog is honestly such a happy, fun place to be. You draw so much stuff, so much cute and sweet stuff regularly and I aspire to be like that! I’m extremely slow at drawing, and I lose motivation or get distracted from drawing easily, but I’m hoping for a day when I can make a blog just like yours; a place where I can regularly draw things that make me happy. I hope you have a wonderful day!

I’m!!!! so happy to hear that!!!!! And yeah I 100% understand the being slow and getting discouraged easily, I used to be (and sort of still am) like that too :O my need to be faster is what had me end up with the style I have now, actually haha I hope you’ll find a comfortable style that’ll let you be as fast as you wish soon too, anon!!!

Anon said:I don’t think you understand how much it means to me that you drew an asahi! He’s my fave and he looks precious and pretty in your style! Thank you for this gift :’)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m glad you liked him, then!!!!!!! *O* thank you!!!!!

Anon said:Thank you for drawing Noya! Im sorry it was sort of cause of a shitty anon, I also really enjoy your bnha drawings so im not trying to be all “waaaah go back to hq”, but im happy to see my lightning son and also find out hes in your favs? Yay!

YAH HE’S THE BEST ISN’T HE he’s been one of my top 5s since he first appeared, he’s such a good I’m glad you liked him!!!!!!!!

Anon said:FRAN YOUR NEW HQ ART IM IN LOVE!!!!!! YOU DRAW DAISHOU LIKE A LITERAL SNAKE HES SO SMUG ITS SO GOOD!! AND YOUR OCS!! I WOULD HONESTLY READ A BOOK ABOUT THEM. OR A WEB COMIC. BOTH ARE GOOD. SORRY ABOUT THE CAPS IM JUST EXCITED BC HQ!!!! AND AWESOME OCS!!!! (can you tell that i have a weakness for other people’s ocs, esp when done well) (which you certainly have)

THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS OH GODS !!!!!!!!!!!! Especially about my ocs, that makes me so happy oh boy ;O; !!! And and and I’m super happy you liked Dai! He’s honestly so much fun to draw, for me hahaha

Anon said:I’m sorry that people are being assholes, sending good vibes! I love all your art, I hope you have a good day

This to you and everyone else who’s sent the same type of ask, thank you SO much! You guys are all so incredibly nice and supportive, bless all of you ;O;

Anon said:Dave!!! :D

Dave indeed!!!!!! :D :D

Anon said:your art is Good

Thank You !!!!!!!!

Anon said:omg i love your ocs so much

SOB thank you?????

Anon said:I love how the collar on Kiri’s coat in the ‘Them boys’ post is reminiscent of his pauldrons

……………………………………………….. that was totally on purpose. Yep. Definitely. Hmhm.

Anon said:Anon from before showed me your stuff today and just wanted to say wow I love your stuff what even your art is so good I fuckin love kiribaku and oh my god I swear I must have gone through your whole kiribaku tag and I’m gone your art just made my day

GOSH I’m glad you liked them???? thank you for such a nice message aaahhhh !!!!!!

Anon said:Im cry omg i just realized ur url is franeridart fjhfhf this whole time i thought it was friend art bddnjx

You’re the second person that tells me that in the span of just a couple of days omfg hahahaha it’s cool tho, I wish that was actually the url, it’d have been such a soft one haha

Anon said:hi Kaminari can skateboard he has a skateboard in his room

Kaminari in his room also has a dart board, a basketball and a dj console, and that’s only the stuff whe can see so actually, considering in his likes there’s “cool things” I think he’s the type of boy that tries to pursue any hobbie he might think would make him look cool, so either he has no clue how to use any of the cool things in his room above a vaguely amatorial level or he’s still pursuing all of those interests! Which would actually be super cool! Incidentally this is my preferred headcanon too so, yeah, as far as I’m concerned he knows how to skate. And play basketball. And darts. And also how to dj. He’s a cool kid haha

Anon said:Bless you and your super cute kiribaku ^_^

Bless you for the super sweet message, anon!!!! ;O;

Anon said:THAT JIROU IS SO TINY AND ADORABLE I’M DYING LOOK AT HER SIDE BY SIDE WITH KAMINARI AND BAKUGOU OH MY GOD

Hahahaha I might have actually accentuated that a bit, but she’s about 20cm shorter than the both of them and in a chibi style that’s hard to keep accurate hahahaha but yeah I love my pocket sized girl she’s the best

Anon said:Im so fucking happy because youve been posting (almost?) daily for a few days now

That was my own poor attempt at something similar to inktober, actually! I’ve had a few days through the month I wasn’t at home at all so I couldn’t draw all 31 days, but I think I got close? Maybe? I’m glad you enjoyed it, tho!!

Anon said:you deserve all the love in the world

I’m f sobbing so do you, friend ;u;

Anon said:do you like as*noya?? or, which are your main pairings for asahi and noya :)

I do ship as*noya, but I prefer Asahi with Daichi and Suga (ot3) or with Kiyoko, actually :O while my fav Noya ship is with Tanaka~

Anon said:I have recently fallen totally in love with kiribaku as a ship, and your art is always my favorite to see in the tags. Thanks for drawing those two nerds, and I hope you have a good rest of your day!

Thank you!!!!! This fandom is super full of incredibly talented people, I hope you’ll enjoy it here hahaha

Anon said: I first found your blog searching the Bokuroo tag.I was very happy because it was one of my all time OTPs,but they didnt have much content.Then there you came,with amazing art.Time passed and you watched BNHA.I was absolutely captivated by BakuShima and then I checked your blog and it had BakuShima!!I told myself “this person cant get any cooler”.But today i found out about TetsuKami and I checked their tag and yoU ALREADY MADE FANART OF THEM!!Officially ,you are the coolest person on Tumblr tbh

We seem to have really really similar tastes in ships, anon!!!! that’s so great omfg !!!!!!! :O and I’m super happy you like my stuff still afer all this time hahaha

Anon said:Could I draw some fan art of your ocs?

Oh my god yeah!!!!! please do link me to it if you do!!!!!

Anon said:BLESS YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOUL FOR MAKING SUCH AMAZING ART

BLESS YOU FOR BEING SO KIND, ANON!!!!!!

#fran answers #fuck me and my procrastinating ass #also #original art #but just blabber about it?#oc asks #okay that's better #anonymous

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fixedxpoint-archive · 7 years ago

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

BASICS NAME: Gabe

PRONOUNS: he/him

SEXUALITY: i like all people so long as they don’t hurt me

TAKEN OR SINGLE: finally got my wife to actually be my girlfriend after a very long time of being afraid to

THREE FACTS:

i’m a big ass nerd

i’ve been wanting to be Spider-Man since i was a child

i have a very big problem of binge watching and it’s pretty bad

EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): i want to say about 2007/2008??

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: tumblr & skype

BEST EXPERIENCE: meeting everyone here and growing as an writer thanks to the roleplaying community

MUSE PREFERENCES FEMALE OR MALE: i don’t have any certain preferences but many of my kiddos are males as i haven’t found/created any females that peak my interest

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: the only thing i’m really hesitant in is smut as it is hard for me to write it out ( can’t really say it’s being asexual but too much sexual stuff freaks me out )

PLOTS OR MEMES: i love plotting. it’s great to talk with others about what crazy things our muses can get into and what can come of it

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: i get way too wordy sometimes so it’s very clear that long replies are my very favorite but short replies are just as well

BEST TIME TO WRITE: i’m an awfully ridiculous night owl who seriously needs to learn that after 11 pm is not writing time and i actually need to sleep. guess what time i’m typing this up???after 11 pm

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): there are very subtle ways that i am similar to my muses but we all lead very different lives. we’ve different problems, different likes and dislikes, etc. there’s so many things that interconnect us to make the little family that we are but they’re their own “people” so being alike would be a bit silly

Tagged by @twatisms

Tagging: @bookwormmade, @enduringcaptain, @forgediinfire, @huntersxandxangels, @kili-the-archer, @lifeunendiing @mind-the-muses

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sunlitroom · 8 years ago

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Gotham s3e16 - These Dark and Delicate Obsessions

As I watched it, and some random observations here and there.

Previously on Gotham.

It's Uncle Frank, who abandoned poor young grieving Jim. The Court is secret! Jim watched his father die. One cannot deny love. Bang. Ed. Does. Not. Love. Oswald. Splash Look who’s alive! Oswald’s got a murder to-do list. Bruce is in the arctic. Falcone has always done what the Court asked. The Court will purge the city. Chaos, Cleansing. Destruction. Dogs and cats, living together – mass hysteria.

As always, long post will be long - reaaally long. There are likely to be rambling digressions. Gobblepot may appear (although I welcome all shippers and non-shippers alike :)). There will be naked favouritism and naked not-favouritism. Broader comments at the end on plotlines and parallels and general direction.

The Court is meeting in their silly frilly masks. The have a weapon to cleanse the city, but they need a unanimous vote to progress. They all place feathers on the table in front of them, except Frank, who pauses. Kathryn notices and glances at him, and Frank reluctantly follows suit. Judgment has been passed. Gotham must fall.

Bruce awakens in his cell. The door opens. There’s a man framed in the doorway. Bruce wants to speak with whoever's in charge. That makes it sound like he’s complaining about a hotel room. The man says that would be me. Bruce asks if the Court is behind this. The man tells him the Court is a tool, nothing more. Bruce tells him that they won't get away with this – but then realises that the clone will cover his absence. He protests, though – and tells them that Alfred will figure it out. The man agrees, but says that, by that that time, they should have accomplished their goals.

Bruce asks what the goals are. The man says that they need his help, and tells him to eat, since he’ll need his strength. Maybe keep him in a warm room with an actual bed, then? He tells him they’ll begin soon, and leaves.

At GCPD, we see Aubrey James on a TV screen. He’s apparently back in charge. Jim and Harvey chat. Jim says the trip to the cabin was ‘fine’ - which is hilarious, since in about two minutes he’ll spill his guts about the actual trauma-fest that it was. Jim has a very low bar for ‘fine’.

Jim asks about ’Nygma’. Somewhere, Ed grits his teeth and leans down heavier on an iron-on transfer of a question mark. Harvey says that they’ve not heard from him – he’s simply disappeared. How you lose the model in the bright green suit and bowler hat is beyond me.

Harvey asks what Jim is looking at. Jim tells him it’s the record of the drunk driver who killed his father, and spills about the cabin. Apparently this guy was stabbed in prison early in his sentence. Jim looked at his medical record too – and found chronic persistent hepatitis. He’s going to ask Lee what that is when she gets in. Harvey- though – cuts in, telling him that it’s a non-progressive form of liver inflammation that would prevent you from drinking. Either this guy can’t have had that – or he wasn’t drunk at the wheel. Jim says the report must have been faked, and leaves to investigate.

(An aside – I know Gotham moved away from all things procedural, but it’s nice to see them being detectives for once.)

A glasshouse. Ivy has Oswald in a wheelchair, wrapped in a blanket. She's excited, he's grumpy. You know when little girls try to wrap cats in blankets and carry them about like dolls? It looks like that.

Ivy tells Oswald that the fresh air will do him good. She’s actually being very sweet with him. Oswald is snarly and short-tempered. He shakes her off, telling her that he is fine – and a grown man.

(An aside - Which is not only a reminder that Ivy isn’t a grown woman, but striking because Oswald is often presented to us as childish – sulky, spiteful, infantilised by both parents and, recently, very dependent. Maybe this is a statement of some development for him?)

Ivy giggles, and boops his nose. And hungry!

Oswald looks round. What's with you and all the plants?

Ivy tells him the plants are her friends – better friends than people. Oswald pulls a face. Some even helped save his life, she continues.

She hands him a glass, which he hurls to the ground. Ivy is irate.

What is wrong with you?

Oswald needs to build an army to get revenge. Ivy tells him that no-one is stopping him. She could help! Poor Ivy is so happy to just have a friend. Oswald sighs impatiently, and offering a tight, insincere smile, tells her to deliver a message to Gabe – a moron, but a loyal moron. And an army only needs one loyal soldier. He’s just about got that right now with Ivy – but Oswald’s judgment has been hideously off of late – and he can’t quite see it.

Ivy waits. Oswald looks impatient. She’s waiting for a please. Irritated, but with no other options – he acquiesces. Be nice, Oswald. You’ll notice Ivy’s nursing you back to health is genuinely unselfish and caring, taking none of your agency away, and not seeking to mess with your head. Something of a novelty for you.

Jim looks at his father’s grave. It looks very cold - a lot of the light in this episode is cold and blue. Uncle Frank approaches. Jim says his father’s death made to look like an accident – what does Frank want from him? Frank tells Jim about the Court’s weapon to destroy the city. Jim asks why they would destroy it? Franks replies that it’s not the whole Court - just high-ranking fanatics. The Court has done it twice before. It’s no bluff.

Jim asks how to stop it – Frank has no idea, and doesn’t even doesn't know what weapon is. The Court knows that Frank reached out to Jim, though. As Frank walks away, Jim tells him to be careful

Lee is at Mario's grave. She looks sick and tired. Jim stares over at her, then approaches. It’s a bit tactless, which he must realise, since he opens with an apology for intruding. Lee asks who Jim was with – and Jim tells her it was Uncle Frank. Lee thought they were estranged, but seems pleased – at least, hypothetically pleased, that they’ve reconnected – she betrays very little emotion.

She talks a little. She’s been coming here a lot. She saw a little old man, all dressed-up, smiling at his wife's grave. Lee couldn't understand what there was to smile about, but then it occurred to her. They shared a whole life together. Jim apologises again. Lee looks at him disbelievingly.

How'd you do that - just move on, leaving so much destruction in your wake?

Jim doesn’t protest – that he wrecks everything he touches is – as we know – one of his deepest fears about himself. He’s not going to argue. Lee sighs tiredly, and as she walks away, says that she wishes she could do that.

(An aside – given what we know, this maybe seems likely to be Lee’s characteristic when infected with the Tetch virus – wreaking destruction. It would explain the wrecked GCPD we saw)

Jim’s phone rings. Harvey says his father’s killer was a ‘career scumbag’….and Falcone paid for the fancy lawyer to get him a plea.

Ivy’s glasshouse, where a gleeful Gabe hugs Oswald tightly.

Everyone thinks you’re dead, Barbara’s running things. Interesting that Butch and Tabitha are not mentioned as equals.

Oswald is impatient – he wants Gabe to build him an army. Gabe agrees immediately – the guys will come running. He wanders away little and starts talking enthusiastically on his phone.

Ivy looks dubious. There’s something off about him. She doesn’t trust him.

Oswald is dismissive. Gabe is essentially a human Labrador. Ivy tries to tell him about her perfume. One whiff - and any man gives her anything she asks. She’ll find out if he’s telling the truth.

Oswald rolls his eyes, not fully understanding what Ivy means by this. He tells her it’s time that they part ways – he has an army to build, a war to plan, and they really don't know each other that well.

Ivy doesn’t get it. Oswald meanly tells her to ask her plants. Ivy is genuinely hurt.

You don't trust me – I saved your life. I thought we were friends

Oswald laughs at her

Friends?

Ivy looks even more hurt.

Oswald blinks.

Oh - you're being serious…

but continues to behave like an ass.

Look – don’t take this wrong way – but you are a bit of a freak.

Ivy storms out, teary-eyed and swinging her arms like the upset and angry little girl she is.

Gabe, meantime, has approached.

Did she tell you not to trust me?

Oswald laughs. Yeah. His face gets serious though, as he wheels and asks why Gabe asks. Gabe belts him in the face and smiles.

Smart girl

Back in Bruce's cell of Mortal Kombat training-esque tedium, he hears a sound. The door opens. There’s a lot of running down corridors to come back to the same point. I’m not recapping the whole thing. It would be more entertaining with Benny Hill music over it. The mysterious man is in his cell again. It’s time to begin. Bruce says the temple is a maze. The man says everything is a maze, they need to find a space within it. Bruce says he’ll figure it out. The man asks how long he’s been blindly wandering round a maze looking for directions. Bruce tells him,

Speak in cryptic riddles all you want. I’m not scared of you.

Somewhere, Ed just cried a little.

Jim is at Falcone’s house. Falcone blusters threateningly for a bit about how Jim took his son. (An aside – have all these people forgotten that Jim had literally no option open to him: Mario was infected, and about to kill Lee).

Jim shuts him up.

I took your son - you took my father. I’d say we were even.

Jim also tells him he knows about the lawyer he paid for.

Still think we have nothing to talk about?

Falcone dismisses his henchmen.

You’ve got a question for me son - go ahead and ask.

He admits he killed Jim’s father, adding

I respected your father, much more than the son he left behind.

Jim says was a hit though, ordered by the Court of Owls. Falcone asks what he knows. Jim says his uncle is a member. Falcone says he isn’t a member– but they have a mutually beneficial relationship. Jim baldly comments that he does their bidding. Falcone doesn’t like that. Jim wants to know who ordered the hit, and Falcone delivers the information with obvious relish

Frank Gordon - your uncle

Frank is at home with a bottle of whiskey. As he enters the living room, Jim appears, and puts a gun to his head. Jim questions him as Frank pours them drinks. Frank confirms that he ordered the hit, and also tells Jim that Falcone contacted the Court as soon as Jim left – they’re suspicious now.

Jim asks why Frank ordered the hit. Frank says his father wanted to expose the Court. Jim cuts in, incredulous,

You had him killed – your own brother. He points the gun again.

Frank shrugs.

Go on - shoot me, you’d be doing me a favour.

He tells Jim he needs to do what his father wanted, bring down the Court.

Jim eyes him for a moment, and then disagrees.

My father would want justice to be done, so do I

Jim starts to arrest him. Frank is frustrated, Jim’s not been listening

Arrest me and it’s over

He headbutts Jim, hits him with the bottle, and breaks free, telling him that the weapon is arriving at dock 9c – Jim needs to find out what it is. He tells Jim he needs to make a choice, and leaves.

Ivy's greenhouse. Oswald sits, tied to the wheelchair, regarding Gabe

I didn't think you had it in you

I know - you never did

Boo-hoo – that’s what about - no gold star for being best thug? If you’re going to kill me, get on with it already.

Gabe’s not planning that though -

We aint's gonna kill you – we’re gonna auction you off to the highest bidder.

Oswald looks panicked. We?

4 other thugs arrive

Ivy watches from behind a tree

Should have just listened to me, but noooooo - nobody listens to Ivy

We hear a sound, and a thug has approached Ivy, putting a gun to her head. She straightens up and sighs.

GCPD – where a bruised Jim holds ice to his face.

Harvey is taken aback at Jim story. Jim apologises for involving him, but he doesn’t know who to trust. (My shippy head tells me that Oswald would have been a go-to for this – it being in that lovely, dangerous grey area where Jim likes to associate with Oswald)

Harvey tells him that he would work the lead, but acknowledges that Jim might want to go after his uncle and – if so – Harvey has his back. Jim says that it’s important GCPD can’t be involved, or the Court will know. Harvey asks who they know who could help – and then looks unhappy when he guesses the answer. Jim’s other complicated criminal relationship.

Barbara is holding court as Nazareth’s version of Love Hurts plays in the background. The magnificent Mad Men fashion analysis of every episode talked about metallic fabrics as being and ostentatious representative of wealth and power. Barbara’s ensemble is almost entirely gold –money is a marker of success in crime, and Barbara is flaunting her success. Metals are also cold and hard – which is also representative of Barbara right now.

A man is kneeling before her – but he’s not brought enough money, and Barbara swipes him with a stiletto.

Her phone rings, she answers smugly

Barbara Queen

She grins widely when she realises it’s Jim.

What an unpleasant surprise. Do I feel a favour coming on?

Much like Oswald – no matter whether it really benefits her, or if she’s still pissed at Jim for their last meeting, she’ll still do what he asks.

Bruce’s cell. The man tells Bruce he’s been waiting for him for a long time. Bruce just wants to go home. The man says that they share a destination. He unrolls what Bruce observes looks like acupuncture needles. They have a freaky mystical glowing symbol on the end. He tells Bruce they’re keys to unlocking the mind. When he presses the needle to a vaguely hypnotised Bruce’s head…..

Bruce is in an alley in the city. The man points out that he wanted to return to Gotham – so here they are.

It dawns on Bruce that he’s back at the scene of his parents' deaths. He turns slowly, tears in his eyes.

Dad? Mom?

And is forced to witness their death again. He comes out of the hallucination/trip/whatever, and scrambles away from the man.

What was that place?

The mean tells him it was memory. He can experience them as though living them for the first time. One is always inside one’s own mind - pretending we’re separate is the falsehood.

Bruce asks why he would take him back there. The man tells him,

You never left there

He says that Bruce will have to leave in order to accept their teaching. Bruce backs away.

(An aside – if you watched Deep Space Nine – this is essentially Sisko’s first experience with the Prophets, where they keep making him return to the scene of his wife’s death. When he finally loses it – and asks why they keep taking him there, they respond – blandly – it’s not them, it’s him. You exists here.)

A warehouse where Barbara and Tabitha are torturing a man for information, while Barbara brightly comments that torture is fun. He tells them that Barbara and Tabitha don’t know what ‘they’re’ capable of. Even Falcone never pried into their business. Barbara doesn’t like that, and reminds him that she’s running things now, ramming some sort of spike into his chest to underline her point.

He caves – something came in the crate over in the corner. We see an Indian Hill stamp on it. Barbara says that he must have a phone number to let them know when it arrived – and she wants an introduction. Tabitha seems like she’s amused/impressed by her.

There’s a sound – and a court assassin runs in and wipes the floor with everyone. Barbara and Tabitha flee – not sure why he doesn’t go after them, they’re going nowhere fast in those heels. He decapitates the tortured man.

Ivy's greenhouse. Oswald winces at a flash of light – photographs are being taken of him to prove he’s alive.

A bound Ivy sitting beside Oswald shakes her head. The gangsters fetch cannoli from their car for a snack break.

Ivy comments that Oswald got himself into quite the pickle. Oswald points out that she’s tied up too.

Our fates are intertwined

Ivy is dismissive. She’ll be fine. Oswald asks what her plan is. She lets him dangle for a moment longer, because he was so unpleasant. He asks angrily if she wants him to beg. Ivy loses her temper.

No - I want you to be nice to me!

Nice to you?

Yes – it’s not so much to ask

Oswald swallows his impatience. He agrees it’s not much to ask, and promises to be nice.

Ivy tells him to watch and learn. She effortlessly manipulates and hypnotises one of the thugs. When he confirms that he’ll do anything she asks – she tells him to kill them all. Oswald stops her at the last minute. He tells her to ask him to stop, hand him the gun, and untie them. Ivy’s having great fun, and yells all of these excitedly. Oswald winces.

You don't have to yell

Sorry - I just got so caught up in the moment

Ivy grins as Oswald shoots a thug, and watches, beaming, with hands on hips as Oswald tells Gabe he likes the idea of an auction – maybe he’ll auction parts of Gabe off to himself.

The Court of Owls is meeting to discuss what Falcone told them. Frank stands in the middle of the circle, being questioned. He tells Kathryn that Jim only knows what Falcone knows, and that nothing can lead back to the Court. Kathryn wants to know why Jim is suddenly interested now. Frank says he doesn’t know – but it’s the last thing he wanted. Jim won’t stop until one of them is dead. Kathryn thinks this is unfortunate – Jim would have been a powerful ally, but Frank knows what he has to do now: Jim Gordon must be killed.

Harvey and Jim on the phone. She’s passed on the information about 9c. Frank must either have been kept in the dark by the Court about the weapon’s arrival, or have lied deliberately. He also says that the crate had an Indian Hill stamp on it – ‘the freak factory’.

Jim’s phone rings again. It’s Frank. He tells Jim to come quickly – that they need to talk.

Back at Ivy's greenhouse, where Oswald is confronting Gabe.

I trusted you Gabe - and how did you repay that loyalty? Betrayal

Gabe protests.

I was there when your mother was killed, when no one else was - and how did you pay me back? Passing me over

Oswald pauses.

Valid point. Maybe we must remember that loyalty must be extended before it can be returned. You were loyal to me once - I wonder if you could be again.

Gabe kneels dramatically and swears on his mother’s soul

Oswald asks Ivy to check that Gabe’s oath of loyalty is noble and true. Ivy is baffled.

If what is what now?

Oswald rolls his eyes and asks her to make him smell the perfume. He does – and when under the influence – will not swear to be loyal and true.

I don’t understand - why can’t he be loyal? (An aside – Oswald’s rather plaintive question echoes Ivy’s earlier – you don’t trust me?)

Gabe expands. He never was loyal. He only followed him out of fear, like everyone else. There a tiny flicker of something from Oswald, but he shrugs it off. Fear and respect. He can live with that. Management 101.

Gabe goes on.

No one ever respected you. We all saw you for what you really are - a tiny freak who used to hold an umbrella. Nothing more

This word ‘freak’ releases something in Oswald. He repeats it a few times, rage building, before he picks up a fork thing and stabs Gabe to death with it – yelling freak all the while. Ivy watches – wide-eyed but entertained, and blood sprays all over the glass.

Frank’s apartment. Jim enters. Frank – holding a gun and a glass – thanks him for coming. Jim tells him the weapon came from Indian Hill, but Frank has no ideas – the court no longer trusts him. Jim asked why he called him. Franks tells him that he’s supposed to kill him. Jim asks where that leaves them. Franks says it’s up to him. He needs a replacement, and someone else to find out what that weapon is and how to destroy it. He needs someone to join Court – they still want Jim, but just don’t see how it’s possible.

Frank does, though. He tells Jim that a woman named Kathryn will call to ask if he’s dead. When she does, Jim should pick up, and say that he blames him – that he gave the order and deserves what he got. He smiles – and we start to see panic on Jim’s face.

You’ve got your father’s strength. He would have been so proud of you.

Jim yells - horrified.

No!

After his usual gruff yell – though – there’s a small, pained intake of breath, that sounds like it comes from someone younger, and softer, and more vulnerable.

Bruce waits in his cell. He tries to attack shadowy man, but is easily subdued. He begins the memory procedure again – and Bruce’s response is reminiscent of Oswald at Arkham.

Please, I'm sorry - just please don't make me go back there!

He’s forced again to watch his parents die. He attacks the shadowy man after it. When he comes back to the room – he’s stunned to find that he’s bleeding from the fight in the hallucination. If the emotion is strong enough, the consequences follow you back to the real world.

Emotional pain blocks Bruce from who he needs him to become, who Gotham needs you to become. Over centuries they’ve tried to stop the plague of crime and violence – but it recurs because people are afraid, and fear breeds hopelessness. Bruce is sceptical that he cares. The man claims he does. Gotham needs something only Bruce can provide – a protector. Bruce protests.

I can't protect Gotham, not by myself – no one can

If you were to become a symbol against fear, Gotham can be reborn

Ivy’s greenhouse, where Oswald - both sleeves up – is digging Gabe’s grave. Ivy watches – serious-faced. Oswald sighs.

Ok. I admit it - might have lost my temper a bit.

Ivy doesn’t mind.

It's ok

Oswald continues. I don't know why I let him get to me - sticks and stones - right?

Ivy considers this, arms crossed

Words always hurt me way more than sticks or stones

Oswald turns, his body language open and honest.

Yeah. Me too.

It’s a moment of connection between two outsider characters who are often shunned by others, but have a caring and protective side, and want friendship, want family.

Ivy is curious

Does that mean you’re giving up your plans for revenge?

Oswald is deflated. He can’t take Nygma and Barbara and the rest on by himself.

Ivy grins.

Who said anything about yourself? Selina told me some pretty crazy stories about Indian Hill. You wanted an army? What about an army of freaks?

Ivy’s delighted by her own idea – little-girl glee at turning Gabe’s insult back on him. Oswald now seems curious, and pleased by the idea.

What kind of freaks?

A grim-faced Jim leaves the family photograph at dad's grave.

His phone rings. When he answers, Kathryn comments that she’s not entirely surprised. Jim brusquely tells her he killed his uncle, and makes no apologies. When Kathryn tells him she understands, he says that it’s time they meet. She agrees – and when Jim glances to the left, he sees a black limousine waiting for him. He walks towards it, the interior deliberately shot to look dark and confining.

How long have you been blindly wandering around in a maze, looking for direction?

I’ve often said that although other characters have become more prominent over time – the three main characters we come in with are Jim, Bruce and Oswald. They now find themselves on unfamiliar ground, forced to take new paths that they would not otherwise have chosen.

In many ways, they've been wandering for a while - even before they were forcibly thrown into new situations. Jim might be back at GCPD, but his life is a mess of unresolved issues and trauma. He's lost Barnes as a mentor, and his relationship with Lee seems destroyed. The relationship with Vale ended as badly as it could. He's soldiering on, but all is not exactly well. When he got home at the end of the episode before the hiatus, he headed straight for a whiskey bottle. Bruce is still training for something - but there's a lack of direction and focus there. His investigations into the Court seemed to be at an impasse, and he's been discontented for weeks after fighting with Selina. Oswald's had nothing but trauma since Gertrud was kidnapped, and a crisis of self after Strange's interference, but more recently we've seen him struggling with a complete lack of confidence in himself - totally dependent and easily manipulated.

The journeys they begin now are driven by necessity – they did not ask to be placed in these situations - but offer the opportunity to shed aspects of their identities which have become restrictive:

Jim has the opportunity to put his father to rest by carrying out the mission that got him killed. This also affords him the chance, unconsciously, to shed the burden others place on him - the constant unfavourable comparison to his idealised dead father. It's also possible that he'll discover some truths that allow him to take his father down from that pedestal anyway. Oswald learned that the image he had sought to cultivate was a farce. People might have obeyed him, but they still thought he was a freak. All that work, all that loss - and he's still the weird kid in the playground. Ivy - on the other hand - never really tried to hide her oddness, even when she frightened people, although we did learn that - like Oswald - Ivy has been hurt by being excluded and mocked, and it’s still a sore spot for her. The kinship she offers, through her own honest friendship, and the idea of a freak army, is something new for Oswald. Bruce is given the chance to protect the city, to save it - something he's instinctively wanted to do, but never quite known how. But to do that, he'll have to move forward from the event that defines him, his parents' death.

Another parallel - Bruce, Jim and Oswald are in the odd situation of having witnessed the death of a parent twice over. Oswald watched Gertrud die, then Elijah, and was forced to watch Gertrud’s death over and over as part of Strange’s ‘therapy’. Bruce saw his mother and father die – and now has to watch it repeatedly as part of his ‘training’. Finding out the truth about his father’s death is like Jim losing him again – first by accident, now by intent. He also watches Frank – his should-have-been father-figure die right in front of him, something that will doubtless play in his mind

Sundries

As @millicentcordelia points out, Barbara’s seemingly effortless takeover of the entire underworld – aided only by a woman with a whip and a man they all know as a repeated second fiddle - strains credulity. Actions need consequences, and plans must have risks in order to have dramatic tension. We’ll hopefully see more of that in the form of internal division in their team. Also – Barbara is due for a fall. Answering the phone ‘Barbara Queen’ is like asking the universe to knock you on your ass.

Harvey continues to be an indefatigable ally.

Lee seems tired and empty.

Week 2 of no Victor.

Thoughts?

#gotham commentary #gotham s3e16 #these delicate and dark obsessions

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eldritchlulz-blog · 8 years ago

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8, 9, 25, 109, 127

8. who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

i remember getting this question last timeand went back to look it up and found this amazing response.

it’s still misha but now it’s more like this (#embarrassing). also, nick because apparently they’re going to be raising dragons together and she’s kindof worried that his will eat him because he’s so small.

9. does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

you betit does! moire never got the Talk from any responsible adult in her life(tragically, the dial-up internet connection on a windows 98 machine she andher father own, placed prominently in the living room slash kitchen, was notconducive to learning anything either), and nick’s effort to single-handedlyturn around sex ed at wollstonecraft is something she desperately needs.

at first, moire felt uncomfortable talkingabout sex because everyone else at the school seemed to know so much more thanher, and she felt like she’s fallen behind, that displacement of notunderstanding the joke. now that she knows a little more, the discomfort comesfrom a deep uncertainty about her role in the world: moire was shaped into aweapon, and unlearning herself to be human, trusting herself enough to begentle with someone else after all the things she’s done, is a long anddifficult process.

25. what part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

moire’s most uncomfortablewith her hands. not because of the extra joints — she gets annoyed when otherpeople are freaked out by them (moire voice: why can’t humans understand thatOther People Live Here Too) — but because they’re her main conduits for violence.she’s hurt a lot of people with them, and she doesn’t want to be like that anymore,but it’s always so much easier to curl them into fists.

109. is something irritating you right now?

moire’s internal kill billsirens are always going at something, but for the last few months it’s prettyconsistently been the dean.

127. what makes you happy?

misha (in general, butparticularly when it’s just the two of them, flying over the lake or reading inhis room or diving off the old pier or sleeping with the window open). gabe(also in general, especially when they’re racing each other neck-and-neck or giggling over something silly). making up with aud after their arguments. tending to the bees withnoah. winning a race. floating on her back in the middle of the ocean. the ideaof summer, and coming home to her father, and her upcoming roadtrip to scotland and korea with misha. cannonballing off the top of thecliffs outside her house into the sea. learning things when she feels like it, not when teachers tell her to. feeling like she doesn’t have to choosebetween human and monster. feeling safe and keeping the people she loves safe.storms. singing with the whales. running with nowhere to be. feeling free.

#ooc #meme night #headsarolling

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appleschloss · 8 years ago

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HAPPY 10K MANDY

My friend, @princesscas just hit 10k followers recently and I’m soooo proud of her and I wanted to make something but I didn’t even know what to make.

And then this came to mind. SO.

Just for you, to celebrate, here are some random and semi-crack headcanon/AUs!

(all Destiel mind you)

(this is kinda long so under the cut)

-Furry AU!

Where Cas is a fuckin adorable ass, famous Fursona who goes to tons of cons and no one knows who he is and Dean went to like a Comic Con deal with Sam (this is like normal verse so no demons) and Cas is there and he’s like, intrigued, never seen a furry before. For some reason (insert reason here) Sam knows of him, cause maybe Sam’s gone to like anime cons and gaming cons with Jess and Dean ends up like idk. END GOAL = they date and Dean is Cas’s handler and Cas always acts hella cute around dean.

-Cat!AU

They’re cats. All of them. Nothing changes beside that everyone is cats.

-Check, Please!AU

**Dean = Jack

**Sam = Shitty (they are separated at birth - JUST DONT QUESTION IT)

**Bobby = Coach Murray (or other Coach)

**John = Bad Bob (badass best hockey player ever)

**Mary - Alicia (obvi - probs played women’s hockey before. Badass actress/model)

**Cas - Bitty (how fuckin cute am i right)

**Jess/Jody - Lardo (either go with Shardo ship or like more personality based????)

**Kevin - Ransom

**Charlier - Holster (we’re ignoring genders here. Also bros for life)

**Crowley - Dex (cause he’s usually kinda high strung)

**Gabe - Nursey (cause he’s chill) (also he and Crowley would totes fight)

**Chuck - John Johnson

**Garth - Chowder

**Benny - Tater

**Michael - Kent Parson

**Luci - Fry Guy

((I warned you that some of these were crack. I ACTUALLY LIKE HAD TO REARRANGE THAT THO))

-Transformers AU

Dean and Sam are like Sam Witwicky (maybe they’re twins. Or they just, alter the plot of the 2007 movie to two people) and Cas is Bumblebee and Bobby is Optimus Prime aaand Crowley is Megatron and Gabe is Jazz (cause Jazz dies xD) Chuck is the AllSpark ummmm Ruby is Bone Crusher and Lillith is Star Scream aaand Garth is Ratchet and ummm Samuel Campbell is Iron Hide

Idek

(is it bad that I didn’t have to look up any of those? like the Transformer characters)

-Twilight!AU

Cas is Bella. Dean is Edward. Idek about the rest. Bobby is probably Carlisle. Who would Jacob be? Maybe Crowley?

-Craigslist!Modelling Job AU

Dean is at a party with Charlie and Benny and a few other friends and they play Truth or Dare (”Guys, this is college. Why are we playing this?” - Kevin “Because it’s fun! Or are you just chicken?” -Charlie)

Dean gets dared to accept one random ad on craigslist. Charlie takes him to a random page.

This is the ad that catches his eye.

“Need a model. class project. i can’t pay much but i can get you pizza and drinks.”

Cas is the photographer. It actually is for a class project. Cas doesnt act flustered but he’s totally blushing during the shoot. Dean gives him his number. You know what happens next.

-Stripper!Dean!AU

Cas goes to Gabe’s bachelor party and Dean is a stripper and gives Cas a lap dance and Cas was like so against coming to here cause he’s a Good Boy™ but he gets so like turned on and hot damn Dean is sexy.

Dean slips Cas his number and they go on a cute coffee date and Cas just like isn’t sure how to act because “I’ve seen you naked already?? And you totally knew I had a boner?? What are we??”

-GTAV!AU

Cas is Michael. Dean is Trevor.

Bam. Best AU.

-YouTube!AU

Cas is a cute ass blogger who does random collabs and travelling videos and occasionally does silly cooking stuff. His fans love him because of how genuine and like happy and smiley and just a really sweet guy. Does lots of charity work. His best friend Charlie is on sometimes, and his brother Gabe is in sometimes too when he comes for visits he loves to hop into the background and be like “YOU BETTER KEEP THIS IN THE FINAL CUT.”

Dean wanted to record him rebuilding Baby from the ground up one time and Sam edited it and made it more like a timelapse and told him he should put it on YouTube, so he did, for shits and giggles, and people really liked it. So now he does timelapses of him deconstructing and cleaning/reconstructing guns. As well as cars and other mechanical work. He’s done a few tutorials and Q&A’s. He also has a second channel, that he didn’t tell him main channel about, where he posts videos of him playing the guitar and singing covers of his favorite songs. (He keeps his face out of them).

Cas and Dean probably meet at a VidCon and become good friends.

They start dating and don’t ever announce it, but the fandom ships it so hard because of how cute/flirty they were at the con. They start noticing that Cas is wearing what appear to be Dean’s shirts, and some fans are in denial, and they ask both questions but they always just shrug it off.

Until one time, Dean wanders into one of Cas’s vlogs in only flannel pajama pants, holding two mugs of coffee, and hands one to Cas, gives him a kiss on the cheek with a husky. “Morning sunshine.”

They start posting cute ass couple pictures after it and its just so cute.

-Olympic!AU

Dean is either a marksmen or a martial artist. I can’t decide. Gabe is a sports photographer and Cas is a professional ice skater and he follows Gabe to one of Dean’s things and they end up talking after cause Gabe is at his interview after (he won gold obvi) and Dean was like “I liked your routine.” and Cas is like “You know me???” and Dean says Sam always loved the ice sports and because of Sam he took a liking to ice skating and he skates sometimes but he thinks its really cool. (Sam is olympic volleyball player as a side note.) but they exchange numbers and hang out more and watch Sam play and its hella cute and they kiss.

-Singer!AU

Cas is a famous singer and Gabe is his quirky brother. Anna is his manager. Dean and Sam get hired as bodyguards. Dean and Cas hit it off and try *not* to date but they totally do.

Also Sabriel.

They have to hire new bodyguards. Anna hates them. (not really, but she’s like “For real guys??”)

Jody gets hired. She’s badass. Charlie is Dean’s best friend and dying cause he is dating Cas, who she loves. Also Kevin is Sam’s and like is also jealous.

Bobby’s their adopted Dad.

-Post!Apocalypse!Vampire!Weird!AU

(long ass name ik but this is a random fuckin idea i thought of years ago and will never do anything with so i’m going to do my best to explain it here and share it with you)

SO. Heaven and Hell went to war, the world got *wasted*. A lot of angels fell and so did demons and their powers have been like diminished. The world is a wasteland and divided into segments and the demons kind of run the place and segments. The angels hide.

Dean and Sam are reincarnated. There is minimal food in this world and because of things and whatever, everyone drinks blood of various degrees to stay alive. Like they dont need much, but they need it. (If you’re rich, you have a lot of blood. It does make you stronger, but you can be fine with minimal).

Blood is also a currency. Animal blood is included in this, but its worth less than human blood.

So. Dean and Sam lost their parents early on, and Dean has always been caring for/fending for Sam. He gets caught stealing books, which are like rare as fuck but he hated that no one was reading them and he felt they were being wasted. (He was going to return them. He was a quick reader. He didn’t think they’d even miss them)

Anyways. Sam goes to jail. The price to free him (cause either he’s a repeat offender or the demon is like Alistair/another demon who recognizes their souls and ups the price cause they can) is like 4/5 liters of blood. Human blood. Sam tells Dean not to pay for it, he’ll be fine, but Dean pays with his own blood of course (cause thats how the whole human blood thing works. Rich people can pay in other people that they own but like you pay in your own blood normally).

Dean is like hella weak after this and tells Sam he’s fine. He takes a day off of work but his arm (where he cut himself) gets infected and like he gets really pale and collapses a few days later.

Sam packs up all of their stuff and takes them to a miracle healer he’d heard about through the rumor mill.

Surprise. It’s Cas. And Gabe is with him.

Cas freaks out, cause they thought Sam and Dean were dead. Gabe stops Cas from telling him, tho, and like they heal Dean and Dean gets like a frickin flashback while he’s unconscious and being healed of like his previous life.

Also they have a horse named Impala. It was their fathers and its like the only thing they really own besides their tiny shack.

At some point, they get their memories back. They become friends with Gabe and Cas and like, maybe find some of the other fallen angels, and potentially even Crowley and like, do something? That’s all though.

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That was more than I thought it’d be. And some of them actually got serious lol.

ANYWAYS.

I know it’s not a lot but I hope they made you smile and just, congrats Mandy! Happy 10k!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

#princesscas #congrats mandy #congrats on 10k followers #my writing #destiel #random thoughts #headcanons #idek #do ya'll even remember things being called crack #brings me back to my ff.net days #best

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junker-town · 7 years ago

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Ole Miss football has no reason to give a damn in 2017. So this could be fun.

The Rebels aren’t going bowling. Now whose season will they wreck along the way?

This is not a piece about either former Ole Miss head coach Hugh Freeze’s firing or the Rebels’ longstanding battle with the NCAA. We’ve written those pieces. A lot of them. Steven Godfrey and I have done a podcast about it, too. It’s well-covered territory.

No, this is an acknowledgment that Ole Miss will play a football season. The Rebels will play 12 games — and no more than 12, thanks to self-imposed sanctions — with an interim head coach. At some point this fall, athletic director Ross Bjork will begin his search for a full-time head man, but this is a preview of those 12 games.

Because I’m not a fan, and because my emotional well-being isn’t tied to the results of these 12 games, I can say I’m really excited about finding out what the Rebels are capable of. Because it could be anything. I mentioned my infatuation with Freeze teams at the end of that PAPN episode:

BC: I will forever be mad at Hugh Freeze for blowing this because ... I freaking loved watching Hugh Freeze teams play. Now, part of that was because I had no rooting interest, so the fact that they were crazy and it went off the rails sometimes, but didn't other times, that was fine. I didn't mind.

SG: It was a firework, but it was a firework with, like, really shoddy fuses, so occasionally they would blow up in your hand.

BC: So much speed and kind of a don't-give-a-damn aggression, always, but I loved that they had that aspect to them. It was so much fun, there was such an emphasis on speed that, especially with their defense, it was kind of a vision of where college football was going to adjust to spread offenses. And they ran a spread offense, in the SEC West, and proved it could be done reasonably well. Loved that.

And I love usurpers! We always talk about how this sport hates usurpers, and we immediately try to strike down the ones that don't fit. I loved that there was a team signing a top-10-caliber class, multiple top-10-caliber classes, and winning 10 games, and beating Alabama, that wasn't a blue blood who's been good for most of the last 50 years. I loved that. And he blew all these story lines by, well, by being Hugh Freeze, I guess.

Guess what: Ole Miss will still have all sorts of speed in 2017. The Rebels will still try to force mistakes with aggression, and barring any last-minute transfers (a possibility during this fluid situation), they will still have former star recruits scattered throughout: a five-star sophomore quarterback, a couple of four-star sophomore running backs (plus a four-star senior returning after missing 2016), eight four-star receivers, a four-star tight end, six four-star linemen and two five-stars, six four-star defensive backs. And they’ll still have mostly the same coaching staff

These players will have even less reason to give a damn. And that will probably result in them blowing up in your hand a little more often.

Can’t wait.

2016 in review

2016 Ole Miss statistical profile.

We had a running joke through much of last season: that Ole Miss was the best [random bad record] team in the country. Best 1-2 team, best 3-4 team, best 3-5 team. The Rebels took on a brutal schedule and scared the hell out of a couple of awesome teams — they led FSU 28-6 late in the first half before collapsing in a 45-34 loss, and led Alabama 24-3 late in the first half (thanks in part to a return touchdown) before succumbing 48-43 (thanks in part to return touchdowns) — but couldn’t get over the hump.

Through nine games, the Rebels were 4-5 — 0-4 against teams in the year-end S&P+ top 15 and 4-1 against everyone else. They throttled Georgia by 31 and Memphis by 20, and they were a little unlucky to lose a wild, 34-30 decision at Arkansas. The defense was sliding, but this was still a fun, dangerous team.

Quarterback Chad Kelly suffered a season-ending injury, however, and the reins were passed to freshman Shea Patterson earlier than expected.

Patterson sparked a late comeback win at Texas A&M, but the Rebels collapsed in their final two games, getting outscored 93-37 by Vanderbilt and Mississippi State.

In all, the season took the form of a supernova. The Rebels looked excellent (but not quite excellent enough) early, played reasonably well, then collapsed.

First 5 games (3-2): Avg. percentile performance: 86% (~top 15) | Avg. yards per play: x | Avg. performance vs. S&P+ projection: plus-2.7 PPG

Next 4 games (1-3): Avg. percentile performance: 67% (~top 40) | Avg. yards per play: x | Avg. performance vs. S&P+ projection: minus-10.7 PPG

Last 3 games (1-2): Avg. percentile performance: 31% (~top 90) | Avg. yards per play: x | Avg. performance vs. S&P+ projection: minus-27.7 PPG

Timberrrrrrrrrrr.

Honestly, it wouldn’t be surprising to see a similar trajectory this fall. With so few accomplishments to aim for in 2017, there’s a chance the Rebels are duds from the get-go. But with the talent at hand, they could come firing out of the gates but flag as the season wears on and motivation wavers.

That could be bad news for early opponents (Cal, Alabama, Auburn) and good news for November foes (Kentucky, Texas A&M, Mississippi State).

Offense

Full advanced stats glossary.

Even before Freeze was dumped, Ole Miss was facing quite a bit of change. Defensive coordinator Dave Wommack retired, and Freeze strangely dismissed offensive coordinator Dan Werner despite back-to-back Off. S&P+ top-15 performances. The Rebel offense faded as 2016 wore on, but it was still good until the last two games.

The dismissal was odd, but the replacement was exciting. Freeze brought in Phil Longo, head of the best FCS offense in the country, to install his version of an air raid-style attack.

The 2016 Sam Houston State offense was all sorts of fun. They averaged 49.5 points per game (the average was 53.1 before they scored just seven in an FCS playoff loss to James Madison) while throwing 57 percent of the time. Quarterback Jeremiah Briscoe completed 63 percent of his passes with an obscene 57-to-10 TD-to-INT ratio, four players caught at least 40 passes, and the top two running backs still carried enough to gain 1,656 yards at 6.1 per carry.

Better yet, this was a pass-first, pass-second offense that also thrived in the red zone; the Bearkats scored touchdowns on 80 percent of their red zone trips, best in FCS.

Justin Ford-USA TODAY Sports

A.J. Brown

Granted, when you lose your starting quarterback, your leading rusher, and three of your top four receiving targets, that’s not the best time to double down on the pass, but with the sophomores Ole Miss has in the chamber, it might work, at least sporadically.

The list of reasons for optimism starts with Patterson. He had his redshirt torn off in the 10th game of the season — hardly optimal — but showed enough flashes to lead us to believe the blue-chip hype was justified.

Patterson plays like he was created in a dual-threat quarterbacks lab. The ball just jumps out of his damn hand, and he proved wonderfully adept at not only scrambling for yardage but avoiding the brunt of huge hits. He slides at the right time, he turns his throwing shoulder away from contact, etc.

He also has a dynamic, young receiving corps. Former star recruits Van Jefferson (49 catches, 51 percent success rate, 7.2 yards per target)) and A.J. Brown (29 catches, 56 percent, 9.6) held their own as freshmen, and DaMarkus Lodge started 2016 beautifully (seven catches for 133 yards in the first four games) before fading.

Throw in four-star redshirt freshmen D.K. Metcalf (who was on his way to making major contributions last year until breaking his foot in the season opener) and Tré Nixon, plus a host of athletic tight ends (sophomore Octavious Cooley, redshirt freshmen Gabe Angel and Jacob Mathis, and maybe converted QB Jason Pellerin), and you’ve potentially got the makings of a corps that is both exciting and deep enough to do what Patterson needs.

That’s an impressive thing to say, considering what the Rebels lost: Evan Engram, Damore’ea Stringfellow, and Quincy Adeboyejo combined for 146 catches, 2,098 yards, and 15 touchdowns last year.

Chuck Cook-USA TODAY Sports

Jordan Wilkins

The run game could be more successful. The line was a mess last year, with only one player starting all 12 games and eight starting at least five (I’m not sure I’ve ever seen that before), but seven of the eight are back, and new line coach Jack Bicknell Jr. has plenty of raw talent to work with in players like junior guards Javon Patterson and Jordan Sims, junior center Sean Rawlings, senior tackle Rod Taylor, and sophomore tackle Greg Little.

Jordan Wilkins’ theoretical return will help, too. He has suffered a potentially minor injury in fall camp but is expected to return, after missing 2016 because of a silly academic mishap, and his per-carry averages (5.3 yards per carry, 42 percent opportunity rate) were better than those of last year’s backs. And it’s not too late for four-star sophomores D’Vaughn Pennamon or Eric Swinney to progress.

Defense

Wommack’s attacking, fast-as-hell 4-2-5 defense was one of the most unique features of Freeze’s Rebel squads. It worked pretty well, too, at least for a while. Ole Miss ranked 25th in Def. S&P+ in 2012, surged to second in 2014, and held at 23rd in 2015.

After losing half of 2015’s line two-deep (including first-round pick Robert Nkemdiche) and most of the secondary to departure or injury, they couldn’t hold onto the same standard. They slipped to 74th, and Wommack’s tenure ended with the Rebels giving up 1,047 yards and 93 points in his final two games.

New coordinator Wesley McGriff, who spent 2012 as the co-coordinator of the 2012 Ole Miss defense before leaving for the New Orleans Saints and then Auburn, returns to succeed Wommack. And he is evidently bringing more of a 4-3 structure with him.

This is at least a little bit dicey. First, the Rebels’ built their identity around speed, and trading a fifth defensive back for a third linebacker will curtail that at least a bit. Second, well, there are a lot more experienced defensive backs returning than linebackers.

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Benito Jones (95) and Marquis Haynes (10)

It’s a matter of framing, I guess. The Rebels return three of last year’s top four LBs, including a nice blitzer in senior DeMarquis Gates. But they also return three of last year’s top seven. Depth has been erased, which means any injury will lead to a sophomore or newcomer being tested.

It’s the same story on the line: the top end (Marquis Haynes) and tackle (Benito Jones) return, but four of the next five tacklers are gone. Thanks in part to injuries, nine different linemen logged at least 10 tackles, and five of them are back, but depth is dicey here, too, and because you can’t predict injuries (or suspensions or transfers), you can’t anticipate how much this will backfire.

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Ken Webster

Through all the turnover, the so-called Land Sharks lost their identity. They didn’t have the pieces to attack, and they fell from 34th to 62nd in success rate allowed. Meanwhile, the big plays got out of control. The Rebels allowed 34 gains of 30-plus yards, 98th in FBS and 11 more than they allowed (in one more game) in 2015. Bad combination.

An injury to Ken Webster didn’t help. Webster had three tackles for loss and 11 passes defensed in 2015 and was expected to carry the mantel in the secondary after the loss of stars Mike Hilton and Trae Elston (combined: 17.5 TFLs, 33 PDs in 2015). But he was lost for the season in the opener against FSU. That, plus an injury to C.J. Moore, meant a ton of playing time for freshmen and sophomores.

Webster is back, at least after serving a one-game suspension. Depending on how much speed he has left after last year’s injury, he could either help to shore up a cornerback rotation heavy on sophomores (Myles Hartsfield, Jaylon Jones, Jalen Julius) and maybe at least one freshman (four-star D.D. Bowie) or bring heft and play-making to the safety position.

At safety, Zedrick Woods and Deontay Anderson are certainly more experienced than they were a year ago, senior A.J. Moore is back, C.J. Moore is as well, and four-star freshman Breon Dixon could be fun to watch.

The front seven has talent but minimal depth; the secondary has depth but few proven pieces. McGriff’s first year back could go in a lot of different directions.

Special Teams

Special teams should again be a strength. The Rebels ranked 21st in Special Teams S&P+ thanks mostly to excellent place-kicking and kick coverage and solid punting. Place-kicker Gary Wunderlich (22-for-23 on FGs) and punter Will Gleeson (44.1 yard average) are both back. That’s good.

The primary turnover is in the return game, thanks to the loss of Carlos Davis. But returns weren’t all that good.

2017 outlook

2017 Schedule & Projection Factors

Date Opponent Proj. S&P+ Rk Proj. Margin Win Probability 2-Sep South Alabama 108 24.7 92% 9-Sep UT Martin NR 32.9 97% 16-Sep at California 55 4.8 61% 30-Sep at Alabama 1 -25.7 7% 7-Oct at Auburn 9 -11.6 25% 14-Oct Vanderbilt 63 10.9 74% 21-Oct LSU 4 -10.0 28% 28-Oct Arkansas 32 4.7 61% 4-Nov at Kentucky 41 2.4 56% 11-Nov at UL-Lafayette 112 20.3 88% 18-Nov Texas A&M 19 -0.1 50% 23-Nov at Mississippi State 30 -0.3 49%

Projected S&P+ Rk 26 Proj. Off. / Def. Rk 16 / 49 Projected wins 6.9 Five-Year S&P+ Rk 14.0 (12) 2- and 5-Year Recruiting Rk 20 / 18 2016 TO Margin / Adj. TO Margin* -3 / -3.3 2016 TO Luck/Game +0.1 Returning Production (Off. / Def.) 50% (37%, 63%) 2016 Second-order wins (difference) 6.0 (-1.0)

On paper, without context — in the S&P+ universe, in other words — we would expect pretty good things of Ole Miss this season. S&P+ projects the Rebels 26th with a potent (but slightly worse) offense and the defense making a few gains.

The schedule for that context-free team is manageable, with a decent chance at a 3-0 start, a couple of likely wins in the middle, and three relative tossup games that could produce a winning record.

But when you are banned from the postseason, and when your coach was pushed out weeks before the season begins, and when you have nothing to play for except a “spectacular spoiler” label, maintaining motivation long enough to play like you’re supposed to for 12 games seems challenging.

The question, then, is how long will Ole Miss keep it together? Will they suffer a Week 1 upset to South Alabama and slump to 3-9? Will they play great in the opening weeks before a three-game road trip (Cal, Alabama, Auburn) does them in at the start of October? Will they maintain long enough to pull an upset of Auburn or LSU before hitting a wall in November (and losing all of those late tossups)? Will they slump at all?

We just don’t know. And I enjoy not knowing.

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