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a-libra-writes · 8 months ago

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can I please request for a Mordecai Heller x female reader? like reader is a showgirl who sings on stage like Mitzi one and tends to attract a lot of attention but backs out when they feel this murdercat plotting their death lmao. thank you 😁

heyo! I decided to do a looot of the cats for this one, since its p similar to my Peaky Blinders Jazz Singer post that I was fond of. GN Reader.

Being a Jazz Singer & Performer!

Rocky - When he was hired and met you for the first time, it was absolutely an "infatuation at first sight" situation. Pros!: He's unfailingly polite and sweet, he seems to play with even more energy when you two share a stage, his grin is very off-putting to creeps who shout up at the stage and harass you. Cons: He can get quite distracted when you two share a stage. Many times Zib has had to pull him back with the rest of the band, because he keeps unintentionally scooting closer to you.

The worst part of the Lackadaisy falling onto hard times is the fact you rarely worked there now - you had to sing at other clubs to make ends meet. One of Rocky's big motivators for getting the club back to its old self is you'd come back! Forever this time! (Probably). Rocky doesn't exactly have the time or money to visit the other clubs you work at, so he wants all of your attention during your infrequent visits to the Lackdaisy.

Freckle - Look, he's a shy kid, and the whole 'sneaking out under cover of night to do bootlegging/torpedo shenanigans' is still new. He doesn't have a lot of experience or frame of reference for what a good club singer is like, but Freckle thinks you've got to be one of the best. You have to be, right? Your voice is wonderful and you look positively celestial under the stage lights - wait, that's weird to think, right? Thank God he didn't say it out loud. ... He didn't, right?

Freckle hasn't the slightest idea of how to approach you, so it's up to Ivy and his cousin to drag him over and attempt conversation. It's... a little pitiable, but he's trying. That said, he's surprisingly outspoken and a little scary if someone tried to mess with you while you performed. You're used to the heckles and catcalls, but it's shocking to see that shy tabby jump up from his seat and raise his voice at them.

Ivy - She liked you from the moment she first saw you perform at the Lackdaisy, and that crush hasn't dulled over the months. She maaaay have kept a few posters that advertised the clubs you sang at, and may or may not have cajoled her way into those clubs so she could watch the show. She could easily sweet talk her way to backstage, too - seems you've got a fan.

When the Lackadaisy goes downhill, it's Ivy who wants to sweet talk you into returning. You'll bring in a crowd! The acoustics are great! Pretty pleeease? Her dad Ivy will pay you and not get in trouble until months later when the family accountant goes over the finances. Obviously she cares about the club's wellbeing, but she also wants to spend time with you! Though she's bold enough to just ask you outright. She's also bold enough to outright shout and fight anyone whose heckling you - throwing a heel is a favorite tactic.

Viktor - You're someone he saw often in the olden days, back when the club could afford to have you perform several times a week rather than once a month. Viktor never cared much for the cacophony the crowd and music made, though he knew objectively you were an excellent performer. Rather than endure the crowd, he'd listen to your voice drift across the caves backstage, rehearsing with the band or just by yourself. It was pleasant to listen to, and he could do so in private, either coming back from a job or about to go on one.

Once things began to fall apart, it's not as though he went around to clubs ... or anywhere, really. So if you stopped performing at the Lackadaisy, you might never see each other again. Choosing to stay (or at least do a few pity gigs) would lead to the surprising sight of the big, morose Slav working behind the bar and watching from there, rather than his previous hideouts. It's a little intense to be under that stare... but not all unpleasant? And given how sparse the crowd is, anyone making trouble and catcalling will get dealt with so promptly, they won't even have time to finish their wolf whistle.

Zib - Well, obviously he's going to be drawn in by an attractive singer. Come on. Zib can be smooth when he wants, chainsmoker-scent and rumpled clothes aside. The band likes to tease him mercilessly about it, but that doesn't stop him from cozying up while you two perform together and shooting his shot backstage after every show. Back when the Lackadaisy was thriving, he could afford to hang out at the other clubs you performed at; nowadays, though, that's not so likely.

Even so, starting up a friendship or even fling wouldn't be difficult. He's attracted to and interested in creative spirits, doubly so if you two had very different taste (so there's more to discuss!) and you got on well with the rest of the band. Late-night debates about this musician or that show over a game of cards and several bottles of wine, either together or with the rest of the boys, and waking up half-dressed and seriously hungover come sunrise. Opportunities for visiting would dwindle as the Lackadaisy's business dried up, though if you stayed on ... No, he wouldn't want that for you. If anything you'd be mentioning to him and the band that there's other places to perform to pay the bills. Well, it'd be food for thought.

Wick - Wick wouldn't call himself a music aficionado, especially what's listened to at these rowdy speakeasies, but he won't deny how hard it was to focus on his business associates when you were on stage. So when he discovered you often performed at his favorite club, it was a pleasant surprise. He really wanted to speak with you at some point, at least compliment the performance, but didn't want to come off as those typical entitled wealthy guys who get too fresh with ""lower"" class performers ... so sometimes you'd find flowers in the dressing room and an anonymous note of appreciation.

He finally gets a conversation when you're a guest at a posh party he's attending, or when you continue to perform at the Lackadaisy in spite of the dwindling crowd. It's a shame your large audience is missing, but at least it's way less awkward for him to strike up conversation when you come to the bar? He probably won't bring up the flowers. Oh god, what if you think that's weird. You probably assumed the flowers were some freak fan. Is he a freak fan? He's not, right? (It will take him like months of dating to finally admit to the flowers thing)

Serafine - A good-looking cat with a nice set of pipes is certainly someone she'd notice, especially if they were a regular performer at the Marigold Room and other places she frequented before that. If it was the former, she'd have plenty of chances to wink when you met eyes, "chancing" across you backstage or just being forward and chatting you up after the show. She certainly isn't shy about expressing her interest, and it could be a fun fling.

You do look adorable swinging your hips and swaying your tail along to the beat, not to mention the different get-ups you have to dress in. Serafine maaaay or may not have wanted to help pick a suit out, or help with make-up, or give you some of her jewelry to wear... It's half marking her territory and half she loves to lounge around your dressing room and be a pest. You'd never kick her out and she knows it. She'll do it in other clubs, too, though you have no idea how she keeps getting past security.

Nico - Like his sister, he has no qualms nor shame about trying to get your attention on stage. Unlike Serafine, though, he'd start doing it immediately and be a general pest after the show. The difference between his attention seeking and the other men's in the audience is he actually has some charisma when you two meet backstage, so you're only slightly inclined to tell him to buzz off. He wasn't much of a music expert, and he still isn't ... But he likes hearing you rehearse and hum to yourself, and it's endearing when he requests songs.

He's pleased when you get gigs at the Marigold Room, as it's easier to hang around before and after the show - and bonus, he gets to be extra aggressive with throwing creeps out to impress you! But if you're performing elsewhere then Nico will stop by. He might be bruised and/or bloody because he just left a job, but don't worry! Sometimes he'll even bring flowers or whatever - though without Serafine knowing, she'd never let him live it down.

Mordecai - He wouldn't approach you any differently from others - he'd still be his usual prickly, anti-social, often awkward self - in fact, he might avoid an avid performer, simply because they often have fans around them or at least people recognizing them. What could get his notice was someone whose real persona is very different from their ostentatious self on stage - more quiet and pensive, perhaps. Like any attempt at friendship, let alone romance, it's slow going with him.

That said, he's the type to admire professionalism in a performance. A well put together outfit, thoughtful musical arrangement (as if he's an expert ...). He wouldn't like a femme presenting singer have to wear skimpy clothes or tolerate a rowdy audience. If there was a questionable manager or creepy fan bothering them, Mordecai can deal with that, at least, not that he'd tell his friend/partner. Mordecai would generally glare down any touchy fans and annoying admirers like a jealous terrier. This amuses Mitzi to no end.

Asa - Simply put, he saw you performing at a ritzy party he was invited to and reached out to your manager so you might perform on a weekly basis at the Marigold Room. Very professional! He'd send flowers with his name to the dressing room afterward, would make sure you're finding everything to your liking and not being bothered by anyone. Requests to continue performing would bypass your manager to being nice, short handwritten notes.

Eventually he'd pay you extra and treat you to a nice dinner afterward, if you were comfortable with it. If you let the older man down, he's not too bothered. He'd continue the friendly business relationship and would still send flowers and so on. He'd rather keep you as a good business associate and continue to enjoy the performances than let his silly feelings get in the way. Alas, he is hopeless at discussions of your music. My guy called a ukelele a tiny guitar.

Wes - He never hung around the Marigold Room after hours - it's his workplace, and not really his vibe - but it's very hard to resist not sitting by for an hour (or three) with a drink while you finish your set. Sometimes you two will meet eyes, or he thinks you are, and he considers dropping backstage to say ... hello? He's an 'employee', so isn't checking up on you a normal thing to do? Make sure you're satisfied with the Marigold Room and all that. Right.

Ironically that's how he's finally able to meet the singer he's been mooning over for months. A drunk patron was getting too cozy on your way out, and Wes happened to be there. His face and ... charming demeanor is good for scaring off upper class wimps. So there's that. He's not so bad, though - clumsy, and prooobably realizes you're out of his league. You get to see more of his earnest side when you two meet outside of the Marigold Room, where his fellow murderous gangsters coworkers aren't watching yalls every move with popcorn in hand.

#posting 1 year later lets go lmao #lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby x reader #calvin mcmurray x reader #ivy pepper x reader #viktor vasko x reader #zib zibowski x reader #wick sable x reader #serafine savoy x reader #nico savoy x reader #mordecai heller x reader #asa sweet x reader #wes clyde x reader #also lmao sorry mordecai would not take a singer/semi famous partner well. too much attention #its funny to think abt tho like. cannot imagine this man has taste in upbeat jazz #cant even pretend to dance at least calvin tries!

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bellaofthevalley · 11 months ago

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Pomefiore: Family Ties

i love my delusions lmao ne ways this is also another cutesy platonic one ig? def not yan or romantic but for content warnings: abandonment, surgery but it's not detailed at all dw and that's about it me thinks. reader is described using she/her. truthfully speaking this was written for a friend but for them we just usually use Darling instead of y/n, but i changed it to [name] here lol. ne ways ENJOY

Eric Schoenheit is merely walking back home from work when his life is forever changed.

During his whole life, Eric has been many things; a son, a friend, a student, a graduate and then the owner of his own successful business. But if he was asked him which title is he the proudest of, he'd pause for a few seconds, and then smile fondly.

Eric Schoenheit’s proudest title is that he is a father.

And being a father, one that dearly loves his son, Vil, is the very reason he pauses his steps halfway home. It's late at night, heavy snow blanketing the empty streets as everyone remains in the warmth of their home to prepare for their winter breaks, and that's when he hears the cries.

Heartbreaking, weak, childish cries and sobs echo through the street, coming from between two abandoned buildings. He shouldn't check, he should simply inform the police…

But he is a father now, and those sobs strike a chord deep within him.

Many years later, he'll still pat himself on the back for going into that alleyway.

Because if he had not gone inside, how else would he have found his second child, his sweet daughter, his dear [Name]?

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What Eric finds first, is an egg.

The egg is bigger than an ostrich egg, and it's also in shades of what could have once been pink and white, but now it was too dirty for him to be fully sure of its colour. The egg was also cracked-

And there was a baby held within the broken shells, the one causing the cries. Eric’s eyes had widened upon seeing her, quickly kneeling down with his hands hovering over the egg. “Oh- oh dear-” he mumbles in frantic worry, unsure what he should do. This was a fae child, but…

No chance for him to overthink it, because the baby heard him and was now reaching her skinny, emaciated little hands up towards him, her cries desperate and weak.

Eric did not stop to think, to look closer to see if she was injured or- or if he could try to see what type of fae she at least might be. All his mind could focus on was her cries, and that she was alone and too thin, far too thin and light and he needs to get her to a hospital-

She was gnawing on his clothes. Desperately, hungrily, gnawing on his clothes and sputtering on her cries as she realizes that there's no food. Two, strange… things keep poking Eric’s chin, but he doesn't give them much thought for now because he's too busy wrapping the little baby within his coat, shushing her softly.

“We'll go to a hospital now, sweetie,” he mumbles to her, beginning to walk much, much faster after ensuring she's covered. She's back to gnawing on his clothes despite knowing it's not food, and his heart aches for her. “And you'll feel much better. I promise.”

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Eric truly feels as if his life has been upturned in the last few days.

The little baby- the little girl he had found is apparently a dragon fae, and that, by itself, was already a big shock. And then he is told, while watching her be hooked to several machines with nurses attempting to calm her because he wasn't allowed to be in the room at that moment, that she isn't a baby- an infant. She's barely a toddler, almost the same age as his own son who is being watched by his trusted nanny.

From what Eric had understood, she had severe growth issues. Dragon eggs only hatch from the love and care of their parents, but she was all alone for at least long enough that her body forced her to grow- and grow twisted horns in a desperate, last attempt to break out of the egg and call out for anyone to help her. The same twisted horns that they'll have to do reconstruction surgery on to avoid any problems in the future for her.

It was too soon for him to consider it, but… Eric thought that Vil perhaps would not mind a sibling, a little sister. But he wouldn't rush; if Vil really, truly didn't want to, Eric would simply ensure child protection services and the hospital would take good care of the little girl.

In a few days, if no one comes forward about her, he'll bring Vil to meet her. He hopes it'll go well, but for now…

“You may enter now, Mr. Schoenheit.” the nurse tells him, and he is quick to step inside, immediately coming close to the little girl.

She looks even smaller now; most of her body has been wrapped in a warm blanket, and the rest was only bare for the many needles and IVs hooked onto her. But she was also asleep, her fingers twitching slightly when Eric held her tiny little hand.

“Tell me everything.” he demands, voice quiet as to not disturb the little girl’s rest. Even if she may not join their little family… he'll take care of her for now.

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“No, no!” little Vil pouts, shaking his head and a little furrow to his brows. “Not like this!”

Eric watches the scene with a small, amused smile, not saying anything yet.

His sweet daughter, [Name], also pouts. “But how?” she whines, stomping her foot. He's glad to see her slowly return to her liveliness; her horn reconstruction surgery had not been easy, and he knows she'd been stressing about how they'll look once they can take the bandages off, whether they'll match her tail or not.

The doctors had told him dragons were naturally on the prouder and vain side. This also applied to his daughter, even if she may not ever reach a particularly imposing height for dragons.

Regardless, Eric loves her all the same. Not once during these years has he regretted adopting her, and he knows Vil absolutely adores her and loves having a sister he can play and act with- even if she doesn't want to be famous like he does.

“Here, hold this.” Vil says, pushing her favourite plushie into her arms so she can hold it. She's immediately smiling, her milky white tail and pink spikes at the end of her tail swishing behind her, and hugs her plushie warmly. Vil also beams, proud of himself. “Perfect! Papa, take our picture now!”

Eric chuckles, bending down and holding the camera at the right angle. “As you wish…. And there you go.”

Quickly, both Darling and Vil rush towards him to look at the pictures. [Name] makes an ooh’ing sound, while Vil only smiles.

“Can we hang this one in my room, please papa?” she asks sweetly, not letting her plushie go. But her other hand is intertwined with Vil’s, always finding comfort in her brother. “I like it.”

“Do you, now?” he chuckles, gently cupping her cheek rather than patting her head like he would've usually done. “We'll pick a frame and then we'll print the pictures out, alright?”

“I want this printed, too!” Vil decides, smiling at the forehead kiss he gets. “I'll… add it to my albums, though. I don't want to hang it.”

“That's alright.” Eric nods his head, and then reaches to pick both of them into his arms. It makes them squeal and laugh, and gets a chuckle out of him as well. “How about we get some ice cream before Vil's audition?” And before Vil can lecture him on the over consumption of sweets with [Name] backing her brother up despite her own love for the treat, Eric clarifies more. “The healthy kind of ice cream we have, not the ones in the shops.”

And just like that, both of his children are eagerly nodding their heads.

“I'll hold it for you!” [Name] promises Vil when they're at the audition hall. His hands are clammy, despite him constantly wiping them with clean tissues offered by his father. That's why she is offering to hold his ice cream cup for him, her plushie forgotten in the face of helping her brother. She'd even forgone her shyness in crowds and isn't hiding behind Vil or Eric like she'd usually do.

He's done many auditions before, but this one… this one is the most important for him. He's happy his sister and father are with him, for this moment.

Eric bends down, gently squeezing Vil’s shoulders. “Breathe with me, champ. You got this, alright? [Name] and I will be here for you regardless of what happens, I promise.”

“Y- yeah!” [Name] can't help but stutter, her tail curling around herself because some of the staff were looking at them. But she has to do this, for her brother Vil. She reaches her hands out for him, squeezing him in a hug. “We'll always be here for you, brother.”

And Vil… Vil does not hesitate a single second before he is hugging her back, soothed so much. Their father's arms wrap around them both, pulling them into his embrace. “...Love you, sister.”

He does not think it, but a part of him knows that this moment will remain in his memory forever.

+++

“You look pretty.” Vil reassures his sister, gently tugging on the hood of her custom ceremonial robes. He can sense her nervousness simply by seeing that she's hidden her tail and her nails are tapping her own stomach. “You'll be fine, sister. I'm right here with you. We're both going to get sorted together. ”

His sister nods, aiming to give him a confident smile. He isn't lying; she truly looks pretty, her makeup simple but enhancing her, and her beloved horns gleaming. They were also milky white, with a pink gradient at the tip that paled as it came down to the base. What was special about them were the golden-filled lines from the surgery, gleaming prettily and a source of pride for her.

She’d pulled herself free from her egg, and her horns were proof of that.

Her face falls as more people slowly enter the hall, preparing for the sorting ceremony. Her hands quickly latch onto his sleeves, eyes nervously shifting. “Vil…”

His face softens, and he pulls her into a hug, her face buried in his chest. Though he does shoot a glare at some of the freshmen that stare a little too long. “Deep breaths, [Name]. Don't stress, your big brother is here.”

She nods her head shakily, shudders going through her. There are too many scents, too much talking and murmuring, but Vil's embrace muffles it all. She feels so wholly protected, one of her favourite feelings in the whole world.

“Always?” she asks, just to be sure. Her voice wavers, and her eyes are pleading.

Vil smiles, and kisses her forehead. “Always.”

Masterpost

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #vil #vil twst #vil imagines #platonic twst #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #would that tag fit here #idk im adding it #Vil x reader #But it's platonic #THEY'RE SIBLINGS #vil shoenheit x reader

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aspenous · 3 months ago

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Kuroshou medieval AU haHA

Daishou is a noblemans son, one not that important in the grand scheme of things, yet still powerful enough to be allowed into the royal courts. His family has a tendancy to avoid picking sides, more often a neutral party during political conflicts, and because of this Daishou is able to participate in various parties. Its there he meets Tetsurou; another noble who quickly gets under his skin and irritates Daishou to no end. The teen doesn't even tell Daishou which house he's from, instead daring him to guess. Daishou knows everyone. He's poured through historical records and memorized Lords and Ladies alike and yet, he can never pin point which family Tetsurou's from. For each guess wrong, he looses a bit of his own secrecy. Tetsurou asks him about his own family, his studies, his hobbies and whatever else; half the topics feel inproper for noblesons to discuss, but Tetsurou always insists and Daishou is pride bound to uphold his end of the bet.

Tetsurou starts to appear more often. At every party Daishou attends, he'll find Tetsurou as well, who seems to have made it his mission to bother Daishou constantly. It's easier at least, than trying to kiss ass to older noblemen who look at him as if he's a starry eyed toddler. Talking to Tetsurou–despite being annoying–was much easier, and with each conversation they share Daishou learns a little more about the other boy.

Not about his family, history or lineage. But instead his habits, quirks and personality. For one, he prefers salted foods over anything sweet. He constantly hovers close to crowds, and slots himself easily into them, as if he'd been part of the conversation from the start. He talked to people. Alot. He has the worst case of bed hair known to man, and apparently each attempt to fix is has failed. His best friend was a boy named Kenma, a merchants son who always looked like he'd rather be in some ditch than any party. He's preceptive–oddly so–picking up on habits, moods and mannerisms even Daishou hadn't noticed until it's pointed out.

He's a caring person, past all the witty jokes, layered provocations, he has a habit of looking out for others and Daishou finds himself thankful to just know. To be allowed to see this side of the boy. Somewhere along the way, after months of nightly comradery, he's grown fond of Tetsurou,

"More like a crush–" Mika had cooed, taking off down the hall before Daishou could defend himself.

Fond. It's the appropriate word to describe the ease he feels whenever he spots the rooster nest of hair in a crowd. The perfect word for the bright warmth that spreads through his chest when the bastard smiles, more teeth and cheek than socially acceptable. Its the right word, and if Daishou repeats that to himself enough times, maybe he'll believe it himself.

They end up at another party. Grander than any other since it's the royal family themselves hosting it. Despite having arrived an hour ago, Daishou has yet to spot Tetsurou, and almost considers that maybe the other boy had just decided not to show up; that is until the doorman announces the hosts, and Daishou zeros in–embarrassingly quickly–on a familiar boy standing beside their King, covered in fine only the finest cloth and silk.

What the fuck.

(I died lmao Democratic vote should I continue this?? Edit: came back and added a little more.)

#Kuroshou #Kuroo Tetsurou #Haikyuu Kuroo #Daishou Suguru #Haikyuu Daishou #Haikyuu #Working on my writing lmao #it's actually been a hot minute since I've written anything Kuroshou #Damn you Kuroo Im not built to understand complex characters he ends up a simpleton when I write him :')#if u think I double checked this YOU'RE WRONG #accept me and my spelling errors Im just built like this

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moodymisty · 2 years ago

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Warm Hands

Author's Note: Continuing my Wrecker era. Y'all are just along for the ride lmao

I honestly hate this, but it's been taking up space in my wips for too long so I just cranked it out so I can work on other things. I hope at least one person can enjoy it.

Summary: Wrecker has a crush, and it's incredibly obvious.

Relationships: Wrecker/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Wrecker doesn’t just eat pussy he eats pussy, Fluff and Spice, Oral, Handholding

Word count: 4875

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99 doesn’t get shore leave often; And when they do, they more often then not find it getting interrupted by some form of emergency that for some reason, only they can solve.

But right now that isn’t the case, so one of the things they're most eager for is food. Actual food; Not barely qualifying, GAR regulated slop. It's a rare treat, and not any of them would dare give up the opportunity. Not many clones would. And while Tech's been trying to pressure one of them into being an extra set of hands for some upgrades to the ship, pretty much everyone is more concerned about eating than getting a 0.3% increase in hyperdrive performance. Once Tech realizes he’s lost the battle to try and rope in an assistant, Hunter speaks up.

“Fine, let’s get something to eat then. There's gotta be something decent close by.” suddenly, Wrecker bolts upright as if he's been shocked.

“I’ll go!”

And then realizing he had laid it on far too thick, he suddenly becomes overly nonchalant; Crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall of the ship looking in every direction but Hunter’s face.

“If, you need me to.” Hunter furrows his brow, examining the veritable buffet of emotions Wrecker is currently showing. He’s nervous, judging by the increased heartbeat that Hunter can easily hear, more than likely because he’s clearly lying. That thought is further proven right by the way his body looks hotter, as he’s pulling at the collar of his body glove. He's acting like someone being interrogated and he's the one who spoke up.

“What, going to go visit your little ladybird?”

Crosshair is leaned against the co-pilot's seat, now knowing he caught Wrecker in a corner with a single sentence. He’d done well enough hiding it from them for a bit; But Wrecker’s a terrible secret keeper, and once you start pulling on the string…

“W-what? No I-" Wrecker shuts his mouth and looks around for a moment, realizing he’s completely caught. There's no getting out of this one.

“How’d you know?”

“Because he went to find you last time and saw.” Tech speaks up from the pilot's seat, raising his eyebrows. “It doesn’t take an hour and a half to order food.” Wrecker shrinks into his shoulders as much as a man his size can, as he feels three pairs of curious eyes on him. Very curious eyes, as now that the lie -or at least attempt at one- is out of the way, they're all quite curious to know about all of this.

“You've also been communicating via comm message.” That gets a reaction out of Hunter, who glances at Tech and then back to Wrecker. Hunter glares at him, knowing that’s a massive security risk. But it seems Tech had it covered. At least enough so to soothe a bit of Hunter's worries.

“It’s end to end encrypted, so nothing is at immediate risk.” Tech still leans over the armrest and gives Wrecker a stern look anyways.

“But do keep it at a minimum, will you?” Wrecker nods, having been scolded well more than enough for the time being. It's then that Hunter gives in, and shakes his head. He’s going to have to remind himself later to argue with Tech on why he didn’t tell him this was happening, granted it wasn’t the first time Tech had done something of the sort.

“Just, don't take too long."

Instantly Wrecker goes from thoroughly scolded to upright and about ready to bolt, moving to open the gangplank. Hunter was about to tell him to keep a low profile, but he's already a good ways off by the time Hunter opens his mouth. Wrecker doesn't even look back, he's so hyper-focused on his goal now as he goes out of view of the Marauder.

He's glad everything worked out the way it had; As he'd actually already told you he was on his way. If they’d have insisted he stay, it wouldn’t have be out of the question that he’d just fight his way out to go see you. On his path to get where you were both meeting up he ends up wandering an area of upper Coruscant he isn’t familiar with; One that clearly isn't used to seeing clones. At least ones not wearing that distinctive shade of Coruscant Guard red.

And even then, it wouldn't be surprising if they didn't get an overly warm welcome. But Wrecker doesn’t care in the least what they think, and nor do you. But it’s not exactly a secret that clones are barred from most ‘higher brow’ establishments, after all; Though it's not something he's ever had to deal with, or even really had to think about until you.

'Let them stare then,'

Is the main thought he has on the matter, before throwing the thought out completely as he weaves easily through the crowd. He spots you not to long after, and gains a wide smile almost instantly at the sight. You're under one of the awnings of a drink stall, holding something as you look around through the sea of people. He recognizes your coat instantly and comes barreling for you, accidentally knocking a few people aside. They yell at him, but nothing more beyond that. It’s because of that and the paint job on his armor sticking out so much, that you see him approaching. It’s been a long while since you’ve last seen him and you’re eager to finally talk face to face again. You wish they didn’t work him -and all the clones- so hard, as sometimes no matter how hard he tries to hide it, you can tell when Wrecker is beat.

Not this time however, as he comes right for you and swoops you up into a hug, lifting you high up off the ground has his arms tighten around you waist. It’s only after he puts you down and you finally cease your laughing that you can speak to him, a smile hurting your cheeks.

"You're here! It’s been way too long! Here; For you." He eyes the cup you’re holding out for him, while the other clearly for yourself; As he sees the stain where you've already taken a drink.

"Whats this?" Wrecker wouldn't be Wrecker if he refused food, and happily takes it from your hand and downs a huge chug before you actually answer.

“Don’t really know; But it’s pretty good.” It's something he's never tried before, and it's more than good enough to be halfway gone by the time you ask him about tonight.

"So, what did you have in mind for us to do?" Quickly swallowing down his giant mouthful he looks at you confused. "What do ya' mean?" You take a much smaller mouthful, stepping away from the stand as to not clog up the queue.

"You said you had something in mind to do with me when we met up, right? That's what you messaged me." Wrecker, clearly skimming his recent memory, comes up blank. He must've just thrown it out in an attempt to get you to see him. It wasn't like you would've even considered declining, but Wrecker has a bit of trouble thinking before he speaks. He thinks on it for another moment, but comes up completely empty. It makes him a bit bashful, rubbing the back of his neck just about where his chestplate ends.

"Yeah, I got nothin'." It takes you a moment to think something up since he came up blank, but eventually an idea finally comes to mind. It was Coruscant, it wasn’t like there was exactly a shortage of places to go and see.

"I think I have something in mind, if you'd like?" Wrecker instantly takes you up on the idea. He would’ve no matter what; As at the end of the day spending the few moments he had with you was what mattered to him.

"Yeah! Where we goin'?" There's not a ton of places on this level of Coruscant that allows street food stands, but there is a few spots, many of which that won't give a heavy side eye to Wrecker like some other places would.

"How about we get some hot food? I need to hold something to keep my hands warm..." The chill in the air is making your hands cold, rubbing them together as you start walking with Wrecker by your side.

"Won't say no to that; I'm starvin'," Wrecker bemoans his feeling of hunger as you look up at him, passing other residents on the street and watching you rub your hands. When you stop, he moves to grab one and hold it in his own. Him holding it tight quickly makes the chill leave, and you move to take a step closer as you walk and put your other hand over his own. He tries not to react, as you talk while walking. Your hand feels so cute and small in his own, he's trying not to freak out about it.

"They know you're going to be gone for awhile, right?"

Referring to his brothers Wrecker becomes a little nervous at the idea that he's clearly planning to stay longer than what Hunter more than likely had in mind, but he's taking this chance while he has it.

It's not like they're doing anything important anyways; And if something comes up, he's sure they'll comm him. Hopefully.

"Yeah! They know, I... Told them I was comin' to see you."

The food stand you're at has a large amount of fancy shops around it, and they occupy Wrecker's curious gaze while you buy food for the both of you. Once you get it and Wrecker eagerly digs in, he hears you respond to him.

"I hope I'm not stealing you away from anything important, am I?" He instantly shakes his head.

"Nah, we're free men for the rest of the night." You casually mention that you'd like to meet them one day, though the idea is a little nerve wracking at the same time. Afterwards you make a small comment that doesn't mean to sound as illusive as it actually comes out.

"So, I have you all to myself for the night then."

He was supposed to be back by now but, there's no way he's going to turn down you if you want to be with him for longer. After your quiet observation the conversation dies down for a moment and you hold the warm travel cup of food in your hands, the steam wafting in your face.

"You know..." Wrecker perks up at the sound of your voice, and looks at you intently while slurping down another large bite of his food.

"I actually need to head to one of the clone bases for work in a few days. Funny happenstance, right?" It certainly catches his interest for sure, and he quickly swallows his food to speak up.

"We'll be gone by then; They never let us stay here for long."

A shame, you were kind of excited of the idea of Wrecker being there and maybe showing you around for once. But with that idea shot down, you give a smile and look up at him. He looks so cute with the sunset behind him, and you can't help but move a little bit closer to him. The sheer warmth he's radiating in this chill is far too tempting to refuse.

"I'll miss you there, then. Would be nice to have you to show me around."

The energy between you two is changing as your sentence trails off, but it isn't awkward. It's more so of who's going to take the next step first. Your voice has gotten a bit quieter as has Wrecker's, as there's a subtlety that it seems the both of you have caught on to.

It's not the first time you've thought about Wrecker in that way; You've been a little flirty back and forth but nothing as really 'happened' yet. Most of your conversations were over comms for a long while anyways, as he was leagues away after being posted on some other planet.

But you have him all to yourself now, it would be a shame to not finally take advantage of his rare moment of free time.

“It's kind of late... We can, go back to my place If you want.”

Wrecker doesn’t think of a time he was quicker than this, though granted his memory is a little foggy at the moment.

“Y-yeah, sounds good.” ‘Gods’ He thinks; ‘I sound like an idiot.’ You let out a giggle however, so he quickly loses the urge to smack himself upside the head. It made you laugh, so good enough. He's never been that smooth of a talker.

You softly gesture for him to follow you and he instantly does, stopping at the taxi stop and hailing a cab before anyone else manages to. Wrecker struggles to get into it for a moment and it makes you laugh, him almost being too bulky to fit comfortably. But when he does you're both shoulder to shoulder, and you give your address to the driver.

He's never strayed this far from any of the clone bases before, and as the buildings pass by he notices how clean and white they are compared to the lower levels. And you're both not even that high up; There's still leagues of space upward pressing into the sky for the richer elite. Politician and celebrity space, most of it. You've been up there a few times when work required you to and honestly? You'd rather not visit again. It's pretty, sure, but all so glaringly staged.

Lost in your both of your own thoughts it doesn't take too long for you to get to your apartment building, leaving you to quickly pay the fare while Wrecker hops out. The doorman is quite clearly surprised by your new companion but isn't brave enough to comment, and you both shuffle upstairs close beside each other and smiling. There's something almost a bit mischievous about it, in the way you're acting.

Maybe it's the spur of the moment nature of it all, but then again you always seem to feel this way with Wrecker; Like you're floating on air.

Letting yourselves inside Wrecker takes on glance around, and comments as you quickly lock the door behind him.

"Wow uh, this is nice." It really isn't; It's barely three rooms and quite small while you pay a premium for it, but you know where he's coming from. He slows down and seems almost careful, though his voice is still as loud as ever.

"I don't wanna break anythin'..." That's what makes you laugh, taking his hand gently in your own and dragging him in the direction of your bedroom.

"I'll guide you around then, just in case." He lets you lead him, and if you were able to see his face, you'd see the almost starstruck expression. His face feels a little hot, and it's probably more than nervousness now. His eyes glance downwards at the way your hips and ass more as you walk him into your bedroom, unbeknownst to you. He almost has to tear his eyes away from the sight as you speak up.

"I hope that armor isn’t as hard to get off as it looks?"

In your bedroom he watches as you pull off your shawl and throw it aside; But misses the way you glance away a bit nervous at his strong gaze. That same gaze is what keeps him distracted for a moment until he remembers that you'd asked him a question, as you step closer until your chest presses against his own. You had just kicked off your pants, the hem of your top lays just against your thighs as he stutters out:

"Oh! Uhh no it's pretty easy I can get it off in a few-"

He cuts himself off when you start tugging him downward, as no matter what height you are, Wrecker still would have a considerable lead over you. Pressing your lips against his he quickly pushes back, and it's almost enough to make you stumble backwards. But his tight grip on your waist keeps your steady now, as you moan against his mouth. Your fingers attempt to figure your way around his armor but the latches and clips are hidden from view, enough so that it makes you frustrated; Groaning against his lips when you fail to make any considerable progress.

“Yeah, easy. I can’t even figure out where to start…”

Wrecker can't help but laugh, and pulls away just enough to make short work of his chestplate. He peels it off with the ease of a million times done, and after doing so you have to try quite hard to not appear visibly surprised.

Gods, you knew he was built, but seeing him without the chestplate and seeing just how much is startling.

He doesn't let you leer for long as within seconds he's pressing his lips back against yours, and you slowly start pulling him backwards towards your bed. Completely blind once your calves hit the side of it you stumble backwards, and Wrecker goes with the flow and follows you down onto the mattress. His kisses are so sloppy and enthusiastic you can't help but moan and smile against his lips, throwing your top before wrapping your arms around his neck. More than likely your lips are red and puffy now, far into and beyond that ‘well kissed’ look.

The last pieces of his armor are falling to the ground with soft 'thuds' as your hands begin to wander his body, against his arms and collarbone following behind as he frees himself of ever-restricting plastoid pieces. He loves the feeling of your fingers even through the fabric and can’t help but groan in response, especially now that he's free of all his armor; No longer is his cock straining against his tight groinplate.

"You're so soft..." His hand grips your hip and pulls the both of you onto the bed proper, the blankets and sheets wrinkling underneath you not that your legs are no longer awkwardly dangling off the side. The motion almost makes you squeal, given how easy it was for him to just pull you around.

It’s his completely unconscious display of strength that has your heart skip a beat and a gulp of air catch in your lungs, if only for a moment.

"I think you're just so tough."

He chuckles at the compliment, but it gets cut off as you press a kiss to the side of his neck. Your lips are so sweet and soft, feeling your little fingers against his body glove clearly trying to find a seam. Any seam, to try and get the blasted thing off of him. It’s the final piece. But he wants more of you and wants it now, and slowly he pulls away from your face and starts trailing downwards, and you whine as he slips from underneath your hands. They grip at nothing for a moment, as you complain to him:

"Wrecker, take that thing off..."

He's already halfway down your body and seemingly far too distracted by his current goal to do that now, as he manages to make your head go blank when his lips press against the soft skin of your inner thigh. It's surprising how gentle he is; Almost too gentle, as if he's nervous you'll break under his touch.

The muscles of your thigh tense underneath his palm from his surprise kiss, and for a moment he hesitates this largely unknown territory until he sees your eyes looking down at him; Pupils blown out.

You can feel the heat of his skin against you, as his fingers slip between your skin and the fabric of your underwear to slowly pull them off. The cold air hits you with a rush and you shutter, and Wrecker makes you again when his lips finally press against your cunt. He barely gives you time to feel your face heat at how exposed you are, until your mind goes completely blank.

He wastes no time in lapping his tongue between your folds with gusto, deep enough that you can feel his nose pressing against your cunt too. To keep your legs from pressing shut around his head his hands grip your thighs and hold them gently but firm, pressing them as wide apart as they can comfortable go while listening as you writhe and moan underneath him.

Even as you strain against his grip you can’t budge even just a tad; And your enthusiastic reactions only serve to fuel his fire even more. He loves to hear them; Hear that he's doing everything right and making you feel as if he’s the only thing in the galaxy.

"Mmm, you taste good."

His voice is muffled and almost wet sounding, and you were barely able to understand through all of it and the blood thumping in your ears. Your back just barely arches up off the bed before flopping down again, panting as you attempt to push your hair away from your eyes.

“Oh gods, Wrecker-”

It’s so much at once; your heels are digging into the sheets, hands gripping air fumbling for something, anything, to hang onto. His tongue laps at your entrance just teasing you before it flicks against your clit, almost like torture as to how fast the pressure fills your gut.

It seems all of his daydreaming while attempting to sleep in the Marauder perhaps paid off a bit, by how he’s seemingly able to make you writhe against his mouth like this.

As your thighs flex underneath his palms he grips them harder; Pushing them wide enough apart to be just before uncomfortable before keeping them firmly in place, while your chest heaves up and down with panting breaths and cries.

Wrecker can’t help but moan against your cunt following your body as you move in every direction, as he teases you to your peak and over the edge. He feels the way your cunt tightens and flutters against his mouth, leaking even more as you cum against his face. While his mouth slows he still teases you through it, up until your hips are twitching slightly and he can hear you whining about the borderline over-sensitivity.

He wipes his mouth, though some of the shine of your juices still remains. It’s against his lips and the taste lingers in his mouth, with zero complaints.

“Maker, I can’t-” You pant, chest heaving. He’s completely wiped you out; You can’t remember a time you’ve ever felt this limp after sex. “I can’t feel my left foot.”

It’s almost comedic how Wrecker goes from hooded, lustful eyes to looking at you to startled, checking over you.

“Are you ok?! I-” You manage to stop him just before he moves, laughing.

“I’m fine, I’ve just… Maker; I’ve never cum that hard before. Not even close.”

You're content to lay back and pass out, leg still tingling, until you realize that you'd barely even touched Wrecker, after he stirred you up so much. Quickly you wobbly attempt to lean up, trying to peel off his blacks now that you have the chance as he's attempting to wiggle on closer to you.

"I- I'm so sorry I'm selfish I didn't even think about you let me-" Wrecker laughs, shrugging you off. He seems a little, shy about it though, the laugh is somewhat nervous.

"Oh don't worry bout that. I'm, I'm good."

You almost think he's refusing you, before realizing his face is quite heated, as well as the way he adjusts the bottoms of his blacks. The patch of blankets underneath him is considerably wrinkled, far more than around you. But before you can issue any sort of acknowledgment Wrecker flops down onto the bed beside you hard, enough that for a second you were scared for the safely of your bed.

"Besides, all with that runnin' around you made us do I'm tired, and your bed feels nice." You hope it's nice, you spent a decent amount of money on it.

"I'm glad you like it. Hope it's better than whatever's in the clone bases."

"Oh yeah! Way better, those are just shoddy ol' bunks. I can stretch out here, all those bunks are too small."

He doesn't seem to realize even in your large bed his feet are still dangerously close to the end of the mattress, but you don't comment. At least he’s not dangling off, like you presume he would be in the GAR barracks.

"And, there's a pretty lady to hold on to." Quickly he tugs you close, all the way until his face lays comfortably against your chest. An arm wraps around your waist and while you adjust slightly, you already feel so snug and safe, wiggling like a warm tooka cat before closing your eyes.

———————

It’s the early morning when you wake up, hearing the sound of a comm ringing. It’s almost to dull to notice, muffled quite significantly. It’s clearly not yours, and judging by how the muffled source is coming from the pile of armor in the middle of the floor, there’s no doubt it’s Wrecker’s.

He’s a heavy sleeper however, and it takes a considerable jostling to remove him from the way he’s snuggling you and wake up.

“Hmm?” He sounds incredibly sleepy, only one foot in the waking world. You give him a kiss to attempt to wake him up, but it seems to almost have the opposite affect.

“Your comm is ringing. Might want to answer it.”

While the is teasing, you can’t help but laugh as he groans; Pulling himself from the bed and arms away from you with one considerable throw of his weight. He stumbles over and grabs the comm before quickly flopping back into the bed, and you decide to take refuge laying on his stomach. Your legs lay between his, chin on your forearms as he lets out a tired:

“What?”

It doesn’t take long for the caller to speak up.

“Where, are you.”

The voice sounds venomous, and you can’t help but mumble.

“Someone’s in trouble…” It seems however that your voice picked up, and quickly he changes tone.

“Oh, uh…” Clearly now thinking he’d interrupted something, you laugh and dissuade him.

“Good morning.” The caller groans.

“I wish.” He changes back to Wrecker. “We got a mission. Come back here now, we leave in two.” Of course, he barely gets to enjoy the peace of slowly waking up with you, before he has to pull himself away and go back to the frontlines. He loves the fight more than anything, but now that he has something he likes just as much, it’s not as simple. That moment of silence prompts the caller, Hunter, as Wrecker says shortly after, to speak up again.

"Hurry."

Wrecker quickly slides back off your bed and starts scrambling to put his body glove back on. "I'm hurryin' I'm hurryin'! Geez Hunter!" He barely has it on when Hunter hangs up, and you're trying not to laugh at the sight of Wrecker fumbling around.

"What's so funny?" He almost falls over trying to put on a boot, and you slide your legs off the side of the bed.

"Need some help?" He's still scrambling to get the other boot on, but his chestplate is still... Somewhere.

"I won't refuse it..." You manage to find his chestplate when your feet hit the floor, and it scrapes the back of your ankle. Pulling it out from under the bed and handing it to him, he's back to completely dressed. You never really thought about how he's been in his armor almost the whole time you’ve seen him; Maybe you'd get him something more comfortable as a present next time he came by.

Granted, finding something to fit someone of his size might be a little more difficult than usual.

“I’d walk with you back if I could; But they don’t exactly let civilians on GAR property.” Wrecker attempts to hide his disappointment, but it mostly fails.

“I’ll miss ya,” he says, looking down at you as he stands in your doorway.

“I will too. But I’ll have a surprise for when you come back. So don’t do anything stupid out there.”

Something to look forward to. You don’t have something quite yet, but surely you can come up with something sweet just for him. Wrecker ruffled your hair and you take the opportunity to steal a kiss, before finally saying goodbye. He reluctantly leaves you alone, and you close the door behind him.

It’s still quite early, judging by the dim sun outside so you decide to get another hours rest, walking back to your bed and seeing Wrecker had forgotten something. His helmet; Sitting in the corner of the room partly covered by a curtain. When he dropped it, it must’ve rolled along to end up hidden over there.

With as much energy as you can muster this early in the morning, you snatch it and race out the door, rushing to catch him while still in your nightclothes.

#mywriting #wrecker x reader #the bad batch x reader #Wrecker/Reader #tbb x reader #reader insert #reader

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transbeamrooikat · 5 months ago

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the sillays <3 read ATYD a week ago and I've been gripped by a deep hyperfixation ever since lmao

ramblings about them + transcriptions under the cut :3

OKAY OKAY SO HCS:

Remus:

the tallest & lankiest of the group <3

he's a sweater cunt through and through (I would say it's a pain during summer but I've been to wales in summer and it's not cold enough that it'd be an issue)

I think he's welsh <33 idk if he'd be able to speak the language tho (I do kinda project onto him a little in the sense that I hc that he spoke it as his first language as a kid but was forced to stop speaking it to "better assimilate" to living in England + learning English, and now he struggles to speak it but really wishes he was still fluent/is actively trying to re-learn it)

he and Peter attempted to give themselves muggle dye jobs for the shits and giggles (I'd say sometime around year 4 or 5, the year I've drawn these in is deliberately ambiguous tho - sometime around the latter years (post year 5 I think? around then))

obviously scaring all over, he tries to hide it (at least on his face) for a while before giving up (when he did try to hide it Sirius helped him out as he's really experienced with beauty charms that cover scars)

has some acne, but not as much as Sirius and James - when he gets more comfortable with them, he jokes that its good, cause he "already has his fair share of scars"

Light brown hair, verging on blonde - begins to curl once he hits puberty, and gradually becomes even curlier than Sirius'

wears his hair somewhat long, in a shag – goes through cycles of cutting it, hating how it looks, thinking this time will be different and cutting it again, ect

like Sirius, he has "wolf-like" behaviors, but goes to lengths to hid them, and so they only come out when he's comfortable or really tired

has freckles in the summer

can't decide on whether he'd have a hooked or a straight nose

I hc him as trans to a certain extent (up yours jk rowling) but i also dunno how he'd have done that in the 70s... I see him as being pretty removed from his family, if not an orphan, so maybe in going to hogwarts he saw an opportunity and took it? he's obviously trying very hard to be stealthy tho, and researches magic to hid that he's going through AFAB puberty/especially go on T (although I don't think he'd necessarily know about HRT) (I figure Sirius would help him out once he finds out)

yellow stained teeth

Sirius:

Aquiline nose – or, a prominent nose in some way

Obviously black hair, curly - i don't think he'd let it grow much past his shoulders tho (maybe to point where he can feel a little on his back?)

I don't think that he'd like to tie it up, I think that'd freak him out (meeee core)

ACNE!! I feel that they all had acne to some extent, but Sirius covered it with a beauty charm (he keeps this secret till Remus find out, and Remus teases him for it) (I think his neck + lapels would be especially pimpled, given the hair)

blue eyes, but a muted kinda blue, with green and gold specks

sticks his tongue put when tired – doglike

pops his acne as a form of SH/rebellion – he's ashamed of his scars, unless he wants to upset his parents (once Remus knows about it, he confides in him that they seem to care about it more than he does sometimes)

was invited to join Remus and Peter on their their dying expedition but refused b/c he didnt wanna fuck up his hair, as it's something he's really proud of (which fair enough - there was a bit of an exploding bleach situation in their dorm room bathroom)

James:

he wears silver rimmed glasses, much to Remus' horror – he stops when he finds out Remus is a werewolf, and he first trys to wear a gold pair, but doesn't like it – he ends up trying out a copper framed pair and loving them

his acne is just as bad as Sirius', but he doesn't hide it, he thinks it "adds to his charms"

unlike Sirius tho, his ache goes away when they grow up

freckles!!!

I don't think he'd be white – i think of him as more white and Indian mixed? I'm not incredibly fussed about any of their races though

His hair is a much darker brown than Remus', but he wears it in a similar cut, although it looks quite different on his wavy hair

He doesn't take care of his hair at first, horrifying Sirius (yk that one fluttershy meme? yeah lmao)

His acne is worse around his nose, where his glasses rest

He's got a significantly stronger build than the other marauders, despite being the shortest of the group – in fourth year, they placed bets on whether he or Peter would end up being shortest (they find it very funny that his deer form ends up being the tallest in the end, and he jokingly insists that they pay him back for the bet)

really nice dark brown eyes :D (not Hazel tho)

Peter:

not many hcs for him... difficult to put my thoughts to words

I think he's the least acne prone of the group, much to Sirius' confusion ("i SWEAR he doesn't even wash his face in the morning Moony–")

I don't mind the hc that's he's fat, but I do worry it can sometimes cross into jkr's weird fatphobia

I think he has very short straw blonde hair, and that he keeps it in a military cut - he doesn't like to let it grow out

green eyes (Sirius often jokes that he looks a bit like a Malfoy)

straight nose

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text around Remus:

teeth get sharper closer to/around the moon -> (unlike Sirius', who's stay the same)

Animalistic-type eyes (like Sirius') bc, yk, werewolf

text around Sirius:

idk something about his face i cannot get right...

has the eye-courners I normally reserve for animal-esque characters

(note: he tends to cover his acne & the scaring from it w/ beauty charm [sic] unless he's relaxed/around the marauders)

cainins [sic] become more pronounced after he becomes an animagi

text around James:

sticky up hair pieces is ESENSIAL [sic]

his glasses are... I don't wanna give him 70s glasses

has more acne around his glasses (just like me fr fr)

text around Peter:

as much as I love characterizations of him like in "just lovers (like we were supposed to be)" [sic (?) here - I forgor to write 'and'] there is obviously space for how he's characterized in ATYD (and I love those characterizations too!!) - but I feel either way he lacks depth :(

he's very... plain? I think his conformitizm [sic] would have him be hesitant to join in w/ the marauders when they fuck with their appearances [which, just to add, doesn't mean he never does, he just has more caution around it]

he is SUCH an interesting character to me... m8 wdym you've betrayed the friends you've had since YEAR 7?? [note - year 7 is equivalent to hogwart's first year] i wanna get in his headdddd

okay Mr. Eyebags

him being named Peter is also so interesting to me - is the reference to the disciple intentional? In a way I kinda disagree with it. fuck you jkr (choke and die) I know better <3

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chilly-out-here · 8 months ago

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an attempt

let's see if this works! hopefully by not tagging this it doesn't get recommended to anyone since. I feel like it reads as fucking insane without context (honestly even with context). but just in case if you're not reading the fic and somehow still ended up here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52369693/chapters/132478987

and before I say anything I’d like to first shout out this tumblr post for letting me link this in the chapter notes in the first place bc I Would Not Have figured it out myself: https://www.tumblr.com/gentrychild/653404474056081408/ao3-how-to-insert-imageslinks-into-the-notes-of#

so!! Milgram The Musical!! there’s a couple key parts to how I imagine the tech for this thing to work. I don’t know all the details for the format of the show (frankly it doesn’t matter a ton lol), but I’m imagining it to be like. for each prisoner, there’s interrogation (basically like their VDs, except on stage), then blackout for quick scene transition, and then they sing their song. then blackout and they move on to the next prisoner and rinse and repeat. except for 010 who Causes Problems, which would be the climax of the musical and leads into the theoretical resolution.

so yea! I figure there’s probably 12 songs? one for each prisoner, plus two group numbers at the beginning and end (Undercover ft. the prisoners singing their parts, plus an unspecified ending song lol). there’s only one trial bc that would be PLENTY enough content for a musical already, so the songs are probably some fusion of the t1 and t2 (and t3 when that comes out?) songs. idk the specifics of that don’t really matter. also just, note, none of the prisoners have names in the show bc even I have my limits lmao. so if I’m talking about the characters in the musical I refer to them by their number, if I’m talking about the characters in the fic they get their names.

but anyway the important thing is! I think the main tech objective for the show is to make sure the visuals and sound of every prisoner’s song feels distinct, both from the other songs and from the interrogation scenes. the secondary objective is that the songs should feel kinda surreal; they take place in the prisoner’s minds, so they should be very separate from “reality” (in quotes bc what even is Milgram). so most of my planning was done with that in mind :)

DECK:

okay. so! most of the show’s tech is probably lighting/projection-based to accomplish all the different tones and aesthetic shifts, but there are some fun little things with the deck too, not least of which being the y’know!! rotating disc!! à la Les Mis or Hamilton. I think it’d at least be super cool for Undercover and 010’s song (which has some Deep Cover stuff fs), and definitely in other places too because the songs are all kinda wild lol. I found this tutorial and, in my humble opinion, Kazui and Hinako are indeed insane enough as directors to want this, and Kotoko and Kazui are indeed insane enough to build this: http://theaterdad.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-to-make-revolving-stage.html?m=1

in terms of physical set pieces, there’s of course the interrogation table and chairs, which comes on for every interrogation and comes off after every “sing your sins.” there’s also the Warden’s chair (whatever the fuck Es is sitting on at the beginning of Undercover), and maybe some bonus pieces for the prisoners’ songs? like possibly school desks for 004, hospital bed for 005, round table for 010, that sort of stuff.

SOUND:

I don’t know a whole ton about sound, but I imagine Yuno’s trying to set it up so that the interrogation scenes feel like you’re watching two characters from the outside, and the songs feel like you’re immersed inside the character’s head (since yknow,,, that’s kinda the central conceit of the show lol). I’m envisioning that she’s gonna have the interrogation dialogue sound like it’s mostly coming from the stage (so like, the closer to the stage a speaker is, the louder it is), and the music sound like it’s kinda coming from everywhere at once (so all the speakers are similar volume). so that’s why she’s doing a ton of repatching to get the individual speaker control she wants to create that illusion. overall I think she’s just trying to have fun with the whole thing which. as she should!!

PROJECTION:

so!! like I said earlier a big goal for the tech of this show is to make everything feel distinct, and the projection would be a GIANT part of that. I’ve only worked one show with projection in it but there’s so many frickin possibilities you can do with it so,, here we go!

first of all—the INTERROGATIONS. most theaters have stage monitors (basically just security cameras pointed at the stage from the house, which can be viewed in dressing rooms so actors know where they are in the show and can keep track of their entrances). and I think it’d be really cool to also project that in the background in real-time as the interrogation scenes are happening (probably in black and white). partly to just make those scenes a bit more visually interesting, and partly bc I think it would severely fit the aesthetic?? plus that way, except during the blackouts, the projection won’t disappear and reappear as much, which I think would look cleaner and more cohesive.

BUT still very distinct!! bc in contrast to the camera vibes in the interrogations, the songs have their own cool colorful background art and visuals and fuckinnn stock footage projected!! whatever fits the vibe lmao. I think Haruka basically Goes Off—like the designer roles were decided for the show before they went on break, so he’s been working on this for months. each song’s visuals have their own style and color palette (yknow,, like how Milgram MVs work lol).

I’m gonna go on a whole separate rant about lighting but projection-wise:

001’s visuals mostly resemble the Weakness MV—so very colorful and very much drawn with nice smooth water/bubble animations, but also plus some of the edgy writing and glitchy stuff in All Knowing and All Agony. I think Haruka does project (haha,, pun) a little bit onto 001 (wow I can’t imagine why), so the art for that song hITS.

002’s aesthetic is probably closest to Umbilical with like. pink void, balloons, the DNA staircases (possibly Haruka’s first venture into 3D modeling? which he uses later for Undercover and stuff), and the photographs (provided by the actress), but I really like the water ripples from Tear Drop so there’s some of that in there too.

003 is most like Bring It On with all the video game aesthetic glitchy stuff going on, except add in a bit of spray paint imagery bc I think that’s really cool.

004 is probably mostly It’s Not My Fault? I mean BUGS,, and honey and stuff. some classroom things like in After Pain (specifically the chalkboard has some stuff on it?) and a few real-life shots, but a lot of weird bug things yknow.

005 is mainly Throw Down for all the flower symbolism (this is where flower stock footage comes in lmao), plus elements from Triage like the hospital bed, heart monitor, and of course the many many surgery receipts.

006 is based mostly on This Is How To Be In Love With You (magazine vibes, again photos provided by the actress), but with a bit of the angsty stuff in I Love You (the fucked up carousel is good shit).

007. is. interesting. since half and Cat are so different it’s a little hard to picture how the combined version would work (current idea is it starts slow and ballad-y for like. a couple lines, and then launches into jazzy vibes—perhaps something a bit like Theater by natori (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3rDLizb4sI)). but I’m imagining that 007 is a PERFORMER during his song. by that I mean when it gets jazzy he straight up walks down from the stage into the audience and has a whole Moment prancing around in the house with spotlights (aren’t we glad Fuuta set up the movers??). so my idea for the projection is that it’s mostly abstract and collage-y kinda like the instrumental break in Cat, and it does reflect the instruments (like the dancing saxophone lol), but it’s also got things like the apple, the glass, cigarettes, all the magic trick stuff, and the ring, and occasional cut-ins of irl stock photos of things like the bar. just little hints up there that are easy to miss if you’re focusing on all the Extremely Distracting actor in the audience and crazy dancing collage happening. also, color palette is probably warmer/red-er just to lean into the whole theater thing a bit more.

008!! I love the feltboard look at the end of Magic and I think that’s the main aesthetic the visuals would have, but with occasional cuts to irl photos of disturbing stuff like the taser. kinda like how Purge March does it? I almost feel like it’d be a bit like one of those analog horror things based on kids’ content, where the scary parts are 1) mostly just implied and 2) don’t last long but the juxtaposition is really jarring.

009 my beloved,, I really like the filming/camera vibes from MeMe, so the visuals probably involve a lot of that, and also the trains and glitch effects like in Double. ALSO. the MANNEQUINS. I have a mental image of Haruka sitting there debating what to do for 009, and then he looks up from his desk and sees his little pose reference mannequin and he’s like. Oh Yeah. so he takes pictures of it and photoshops it over/into some stuff, basically just turning it into like a whole mixed media art project thing (like this sort of vibe—Tatsuya Kitani MVs are frickin insane /pos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymtNhd_3CB8). and THEN. TAROT CARDS. after their pokémon battle Yuno lets Haruka borrow them, so he takes photos and uses them too (and uses the mannequins with them). the complicated disjointed mildly unsettling mixed media video collage aesthetic is *chef’s kiss* and I think it’d fit well with 009 and the film look.

010!! home stretch!! I don’t have much to say other than I think it mainly follows the Deep Cover vibes (bc seriously that MV is GORGEOUS), so plenty of chess piece imagery to go around. but also,,, wolves,,, more stock footage lmao.

and fINALLY!! UNDERCOVER!! very geometric and following the general Milgram aesthetic. definitely the projection design closest to the MV it’s based on. not to spoil anything but there might be a bit more detail on it next chapter? didn’t hear that from me tho ;)

and now!! hilariously short thing to finish this section off. after each prisoner’s song, there’s a blackout for them to exit and for the deck crew to set the interrogation table up for the next scene. during that transition I think it’d be fun if there was a pre-recorded video of them answering some of their interrogation questions as a little sendoff yknow? plus that helps not completely kill the momentum after each song.

LIGHTS:

oh my god. hi. me. HI. this is my SHIT. okay. so. LIGHTS. starting with a fun little aside about LEDs and incandescents—imo incandescent stage lights are the prettiest and most natural looking, buut they’re also less versatile than LEDs (for example, you need physical gels to change the color of incandescents, but a lot of LED light fixtures can have colors changed from the lightboard). there’s pros and cons to both and there’s pros and cons to having a mixed lights grid (currently working in a place with both—I actually like it personally but it is hard to match the colors/tones a lot of the time). most of the theater world is moving towards LEDs in general (partly for convenience, partly as regulations are shifting away from incandescents) but Kazui is a stubborn mf who’s held onto an incandescent grid for THIS long and he’s gonna keep it as long he possibly can lmao. Fuuta convinced him to let him overhaul the whole thing and mix in some LEDs over the summer (mostly a bunch of moving lights), so he’s got a bit of both to work with.

for the Milgram aesthetic, unnatural white LEDs is lowkey the vibe?? I think just a couple white spotlights on the interrogation table would kinda be all they need. Fuuta is definitely getting a shit ton of use out of his movers for that since they can be pointed in good angles as needed. and for UNDERCOVER,,, oh boy he has some FUN with that one. if you program them right white movers make really good searchlight lookin things let me tell you!! I did them for a show recently and they looked AWESOME but I didn’t get to keep them in the final version (“it’s not a light show” which. fair but ok) so I’m vicariously living my mover searchlight dreams through Fuuta <3 and also, the Undercover MV has a ton of cool white spotlight type things going on?? like spotlights pointed through bars which casts cool dramatic shadows. definitely he gets to play around a lot with that :D

and then on the flip side~!! for the prisoner songs!! I think the general lighting for those is mostly done with differently-gelled incandescents, since they just look much prettier and smoother in general. I think the more natural look would also help to make the songs more immersive, especially in comparison to the interrogations—Fuuta’s definitely the type of guy to take something like a hybrid grid and really use it to his advantage to emphasize that contrast in overall feel.

each prisoner song definitely has its own lighting scheme too, which are all set up to look cohesive in conjunction with the projections in each song, so now all those are getting balanced for color and intensity so it looks like it all flows together with the visuals.

001’s general wash color is like a bluish white? so like R#051 (Surprise Pink (it looks mostly white in practice)) plus a bit of blue. not a ton of color bc the projections here are so colorful.

002’s lights are actually probably cooler tones for the most part to contrast with the pink projection. largely based on Tear Drop since the lighting there is super blue and it’s so PRETTY.

003…R#003 Dark Bastard Amber my beloved <3 (nah but fr DBA looks so good on red hair, it’s also kinda golden-ish which I think would look good with the saturated video game color tones on the projection).

for 004 like. literally all of After Pain is so Surprise Pink it’s ridiculous (plus a bit of Dark Bastard Amber for like,, yknow the murder at sunset). I like Surprise Pink for the color contrast with the green honey, might also want to test some purple?

005! I’m thinking of this one gel color that’s a really nice soft light blue, I believe it’s R#60 No Color Blue? again not too much color for the lights here since the projection will have a lot of flowers.

006 is very much a pink wash. probably Surprise Pink mixed and contrasted with a darker purple? I haven’t worked with a ton of purple but it’s a pretty versatile color and I think it could be good for the angsty I Love You type projections.

007 would start in a special light, and then when he goes into the audience that’s all a person with a followspot lol. at that point there’d only be enough light on stage to keep the projection looking natural (very low DBA wash perhaps).

008 is another Surprise Pink-based lights wash without too much color since the visuals would be pretty vibrant on their own, but much darker and bluer for the grimmer projections. I feel like purple would be nice as an undertone for her for some reason?

009 is. interesting. I could see Fuuta having to rack his brain a little for this one (since I’m racking my brain over here lol), but. if I remember correctly No Color Blue plus a tiny tiny bit of Surprise Pink can kinda make a semi-convincing white white? I think that, plus some bright RGB Color Moments in the visuals, could hopefully do the job okay.

010 HI OKAY LET ME LIGHT THIS SONG PLEASE. fuckin BACKLIGHTS DUDE the SATURATED COLORS the PINK?!? THAT is R#039 SKELTON EXOTIC SANGRIA if I’ve EVER fuckin seen it (bro just trust me, the color itself looks hella dark but when there’s light shining through it it’s so VIVID and PRETTY okay I just. yes). that mixed with some kind of really saturated indigo (part of me is even wondering about black lights??) would be so good.

COSTUMES:

okay costumes!! so!! as we have seen Mikoto’s been very busy lol. he’s not the main costume designer but he’s like. assistant costume designer and the guy in charge of Making Stuff (lead craftsperson I think it’s technically called?), which in this case are the prisoner harnesses and the Warden costumes.

costume breakdown! each prisoner has their actual clothes, plus “jumpsuit” (whichever white jacket thing they have), and a harness. everything except the harnesses seems like it could probably just be bought/sourced from somewhere (which is still, I can say from experience, A Lot Of Work lmao,, so the rest of the costume team has been similarly busy). I’ve gone back and forth about whether they should change costumes for their songs, but I think everything’s smoother if they just keep the jumpsuit.

the exception is 010, who gets to do a quick change in the blackout before her song bc the Deep Cover drip is too good?? her harness and jumpsuit are probably attached somehow to be easy to remove at once. I’m imagining the way it works is that right at the blackout, the actress takes off the jumpsuit/harness setup, Mikoto goes on with deck crew for the scene transition with the coat, hat, and gloves (not enough time for a pants change so let’s just say she’s already wearing black pants and combat boots). he helps her get those on (let me tell you gloves are hARD in quick changes) and then he walks off with the jumpsuit/harness.

and finally the Warden! so Mikoto’s in charge of making the cape and the hat, and everything else can probably be sourced and modified as needed. someone’s probably having a lot of fun making the key necklace/props though!

well that was fun!! aren’t we glad I didn’t try to put all this in the notes?? I sure am lmao. the inherent slapdash-ness of the whole thing was kinda freeing actually and I had a blast just Saying Stuff, bc tech for Milgram The Musical has been living in my head rent-free for MONTHS and I’m glad I got to just put it all in words!! maybe I’ll do another one of these in the future if I need it lol. but anyway if you actually read to the end of this then 1) kudos <3 and 2) I hope it was at least moderately interesting, or at least enjoyable!

I don’t really know how to end this so. hope you have a nice day :D

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fox-buried-in-maple-leaves · 1 year ago

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Mask to wound for Emil

Ask Game!

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

Both literally and figuratively! While I haven't finished his redesign, Emil actually regularly wears a black scarf over half his face in this world, with face paint over the parts of his face that are visible. Much closer to his dnd iteration.

However, his personality is a mask too. It has to be. In order to survive you have to chop up the pieces of you that are digestible and feed that to those around you. That's how he was raised, at least.

The closest to seeing under his figurative mask is Laure and.. previously, Boniface. And plenty have seen under his actual mask, but he keeps that to a minimal now, for safety.

Having most of his face covered by various means does in fact mean he makes faces under the mask. Lmao. lil shit.

midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?

Emil has insomnia caused by his nightmares and guilt. His actions, which I'll detail in the next question, keep him up. When he can't sleep, he writes. He writes about the places he's been, the people he's met, the things he's tried. He

mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?

Killing his best friend. He didn't really do it, not directly. But he put the pieces into play. He moved the Knight, he erected the goalposts, he did that. Him. And Emil can't fix that, he can't move on. He has to live with that debt.

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

All things considered, he's human. He barely dodged a blood curse that afflicts his family's line. But he doesn't feel human, he hasn't in a long time. The actions he's taken are those of a monster, and he is aware of it. He's ashamed of it.

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

The explosion. He wasn't even there, he didn't set it up or see it. But that doesn't stop his brain from making things up to show him as he attempts to sleep. Emil keeps these nightmares to himself.

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

The emotional pain caused by having his father attempt to gauge his eye out in a duel was certainly awful and memorable. But the pain froze over quickly. Getting his leg crushed in a trap in the poppy fields however? That hurt a lot. He still can't walk properly. He never will. That being said, yes his pain tolerance is high.

secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?

Who he is. Bit hard, though.

skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?

Emil can't acknowledge the little boy inside of him. Too naive, too innocent, not afraid enough yet. Emil know he's failed that child, he sees it every day in the mirror. The scar on his face, the mask and paint he wears, the rapidly changing environments. What is he supposed to tell the bright eyed child he once was?

torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?

Luckily he's never been tortured, nor has he tortured another. But his father has, he knows how to. He just, doesn't have the stomach for it. If he had to though? Emil Baudelaire would kill his best friend. What's a stranger being tortured?

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

His worst wounds are all emotional, caused by parents and a system that failed him time and time again. Unfair, that way. But he takes physical wounds just fine. Uses them, strikes back. Emil doesn't falter.

#☾*✲⋆. essence of myrrh #༺☆༻ Amant Éternel #⋆｡°✩ Emil

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mikelogan · 2 years ago

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give to me the dr. benson hcs

Okay, so they're from my Ben x Perry verse, but I think they'd work just as well in canon or for JDox.

So according to the Scrubs Wiki, Kelso became Chief of Medicine at Sacred Heart in 1985. While Amanda (@adventurouswallflower, with whom I created this whole verse) and I worked pretty hard to make everything we came up with line up with canon years-wise, this is one of those things that doesn't quite work. Because we have Ben and Perry moving back to California and Perry starting at Sacred Heart as an intern in 1985. And bc of our Dr. Benson HCs, it's important that he's still Sacred Heart for a few years after Perry starts. I'd say probably four years? This would have Benson retiring and Kelso taking the position in '89 or '90, which works out a lot better and still has Kelso being Chief for over 10 years before JD starts.

Anyway, when Perry's an intern, he's very much got that chip on his shoulder that we see in the show, with the added difficulty of having nearly lost Ben to leukemia a year and a half prior. Perry's intern year is a rough one from a personal perspective: It takes him a long time to find a work-life balance, meaning that his home life really suffers while he throws himself into work non-stop. This leads to a frustrated and upset Ben and an extremely stressed Perry who is determined to do everything and be the best at all of it. Perry needs someone to take him under their wing in a way that Perry will allow, because we all know he's the biggest control freak on the planet and would resist help and alienate himself from his colleagues. Plus he's kind of an asshole (spoiler alert, I know).

Dr. Benson is that person for Perry. He sees the potential in Perry, the drive, the ambition. But he also sees his godawful interpersonal skills, mostly with his colleagues and authority figures, but also to a degree with his patients as well. He can already tell that if this kid can pull his head out of his ass, he'll do great things -- both as a doctor and just as a person. (Sounding like any other mentor/mentee relationships we might know?) Anyway, Perry is, of course, resistant to the idea at first, until he has a huge fight with Ben.

Ben's understandably upset about how much time Perry's spending at work (and Ben works too, so they're barely seeing each other) and instead of acknowledging that Ben is right, Perry just digs his heels in and says something he shouldn't have. Ben packs a bag and goes to Jordan's for at least the night. I think part of Perry would expect Ben to be there in the morning (though Perry barely sleeps), ready to talk things through. But he's not. And Jordan either won't answer his calls or hangs up on him. And Perry still just. Goes to work. It's not til he's been on-shift for a few hours that he starts really thinking everything through and realizes how much he's fucking up and that nothing, nothing is worth losing Ben over. He asks Kevin Casey (who canonically knew Perry at least during residency, and I made an executive decision that that meant their intern year lmao) to cover his shift, and even tells him he has no right to ask him for anything given how much of an ass he's been, but Kevin does it.

I'm also remembering as I'm writing all this that this was supposed to be about Dr. Benson and I swear it is, but I forget that no one else knows the ins and outs of this verse and what happens 😂 So I'll fast forward through Perry going to Jordan's to talk to Ben and how he admits how fucking terrified he is to be a doctor (*cough JD cough*) and how he doesn't know if he can do this and if succeeding means losing Ben, he doesn't want it anymore. They do make up (there's a lot more to if, of course), but this is a HUGE wake up call for Perry, and afterwards he's a lot more receptive to Dr. Benson's attempts to guide him/help him out. Still pissed about it, sure, but he's smart enough to recognize that he should take help where he can get it, especially from the Chief of Medicine.

As part of these HCs, Kelso would have been an attending during this time and I think he can't stand Perry because of his attitude. So when Benson eventually makes him Chief Resident ("what am I supposed to do with 10,000 John Dorian: Chief Resident business cards?!"), that makes Kelso hate him that much more. It's not long after that that Benson retires, which is difficult for Perry, not bc he's scared of Kelso, but bc over the last 4ish years, Benson has become like a father figure to Perry. The only person Perry's ever had in his life that came close to that was his grandfather (mom's dad), and he died when Perry was 6 or 7. Benson even calls him "son" and yeah, it's more in the way that Kelso says "sport," but he absolutely cares for Perry and there's definitely that father figure dynamic. They stay in touch after he retires, though not as much as Perry would like. There's the annual Christmas card and the random letter here and there, but Benson's out traveling with his trophy wife 😅

But eventually, Perry lets him in (while they still work together) and tells him about Ben, about what they went through with the leukemia. And Dr. Benson is completely supportive while also respecting how private Perry is about his personal life. But in hindsight, it makes sense when Perry struggled with an admit with leukemia or late-stage cancer and why he sometimes got paged to the ER and would be down there for ages (Ben is a klutz who works in construction, like. for real.) and come back looking frazzled.

By the time we see Benson in s1, Ben and Perry have both kiddos (a girl that Jordan was their surrogate for and a young boy they adopted [cue me screaming]), so when Benson shows Perry his wife(s), Perry shows him pictures of the kiddos and it's really sweet. He still tells Perry the same things he does in the episode, and not because he's trying to be a dick, but because he still sees that very same drive in Perry and knows he could be great. But he also knows that he's made himself Kelso's number one enemy and: "If you would play the game even a little you'd be in a position where you could change things around here. But you're too stubborn for that aren't ya?" Like it sounds harsh, but that's the only way to get through to Perry. That, and who else is he going to listen to if not his old mentor?

This gives way to the whole self-sabotaging storyline, which in canon is Perry trying to prove to Jordan he's changed, but in this verse, it's Ben being disappointed (worst feeling in the world, table for one) and frustrated that Perry keeps getting in his own way. "You have a family now. It's not just the two of us anymore. One of these times when you go behind Kelso's back, you're going to come home and it won't just be a suspension. Is jeopardizing your entire career and our family worth sticking it to the man?" It's a big pain point for both of them and goes from there, with Perry eventually taking little steps to do the right thing, while still fucking up sometimes bc he's him.

Anyway, Perry still keeps in touch with Dr. Benson, writing letters and sending photographs every so often, for however many years until he passes away. And it's harder for Perry than he thought it'd be -- "It's not like he was actually my dad or anything..." -- but he goes to the funeral and Ben is there with him, because anyone who was able to help Perry take the right steps is a friend to him.

I'm pretty sure I said anyway about 14 times writing all this and a lot of it was just kind of setting the scene, but idk. Dave Benson was the exact kind of mentor Perry needed and when dealing with JD, Perry definitely thinks of some of the conversations he had with Dr. Benson and draws from that. HE'S IMPORTANT, OKAY

#answered #tijuanabiblestudies #dr. benson #dave benson #scrubs #ben x perry #hcs

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measuringbliss · 6 months ago

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Spider-Man Read-Through 066 Prison Break (ASM 219-222)

MASTERPOST

In this post, ARMS! But also...

A fun team-up! (That second panel is really cool by the way.)

Well, that's certainly a cover. I'm intrigued by the idea, but dear Lord, Peter looks awful there.

Our issue starts with Spidey infiltrating Ryker's Island. He wants to prove to the administration that it's not secure enough through an article, which makes sense and is quite an exciting story idea.

Disregarding that last panel (at least his face)... Peter... respectfully... I appreciate your arms.

Inside, Peter interrupts a Harrow/Gargoyle/Mysterious Foe escape, but he gets caught by security (and they don't). His camera gets stolen by the janitor.

Later, Matt Murdock defends him (he's been appearing an awful lot recently!), but the accusation argues that he planned that prison escape.

ARMS.

ARMS. I'm sorry, there is a plot, but arms.

Anyway, Matt can't find Peter's camera, which would prove that the accusation, DuBroth, is actually that third Mysterious Foe from earlier. Instead... Aunt May and her geriatric friends pay the caution! didn't expect that.

Peter goes home and...

Oh wow, personality. Anyway, I need to cosplay Peter's look, because orange shirt and purple pants work so well...

Peter puts on his color-washed suit (since the other one's still at Ryker's), which is a nice continuity bit. At the prison, our evil guys are interrogating the janitor.

Spidey gets his good suit back and throws the other one (as well as his highschool webshooters) in the ocean. I wonder if someone will retrieve it...

DuBroth literally changes his name anytime he's called. DuBroil, DuBrow... All in the same issue! That's kind of impressive.

Nice plot stuff!

Soon, the others find themselves at the pawn shop that the janitor sold the camera to... (I said there was a lot of plot!)

Nice ending twists! What a nice issue. Definitely different from the rest, I liked it. The arms were nice too.

Yeah, a lot of it was wonky, but it still was quite enjoyable.

In #220, Moon Knight commits a heist.

Oh that's a fun concept, I love it.

MK needs 10 million dollars to become secretary of their "national directorate", whatever that means.

I need his babies.

I love Peter's expression in the second panel hahaha

Moon Knight gets home and... I get serious flashbacks. Haven't I read a very similar issue...? He appeared in earlier issues of SSM, and I feel like this specific scene was just pasted.

Alright, I see we're getting frisky in this issue. That's fine by me.

Later, at the Met, thieves want to steal stuff and win the contest, but MK doesn't like to lose, and he quickly gets rid of the thieves.

An encounter with Spidey later, and we learn that they're both on the same team.

Really nice panel.

Moon Knight gets the position, but he still has a final task to accomplish: kill Spidey.

Ooh, that guy in Spidey's suit jumpscared me!

Things go well.

Marc, you could... give him money. I think that could be nice hahaha

There's a second story afterwards, with May at a ball where punks play some music. She investigates a murder attempt (these care homes are dramatic!).

PfFfFf hahaha.

The culprit gets stopped...

Lol. Lmao even. They acknowledge how silly it all is. Also, May's becoming an actually fun character, who'd have expected THAT?

221 time! At ESU, Peter's job is put in jeopardy by his less-than-great grades these past few weeks. He also has an altercation with Ramrod, which apparently happened before in a Daredevil issue. Alright, sure.

MORE IMPORTANTLY.

Awww this is cute! I didn't expect him to keep appearing, but I'm still wondering if he'll be a bad guy...

Later, at the gig...

Bahahahaha, "ethnic"? Biff is honestly so funny here, what the heck.

Peter's Spider-Sense warns him off the beer, and it's time for the show.

He's inclusive! I like him. Also, his "I'm sorry, I'll go away" makes me so sad. He might be a villain in disguise, but I love him.

The whole bar, except for Peter and the barman, gets more agitated.

Aww!

His new song is apparently very dark, but people like it and calm down. Meanwhile, Spidey goes to see Dr. Kissick, whomst I assume was introduced in a SSM issue I haven't read yet. The doctor says where's the antidote, Spidey gets it, then gets back to the bar...

*insert Stacey Pilgrim's "What?!"*

Anyway, they fight for a bit.

Is our guy my new favorite character? So baby girl.

I'm a fandom anthropologist, I consider these comments part of my reading experience.

In #222, after a funny fight against some random goons (good jokes!), Spidey faces the Speed Demon. Spidey loses against our new thief, who says where he intends to steal stuff next. What's the matters? He knows Spidey can't stop him anyway.

Later, at the Bugle...

Jameson has a cute bowtie!

Peter's photos are mostly blurry, but one works for Jonah... one in which the Speed Demon gloats over Spidey, of course!

Peter expects his enemy to go to Bloomingdale's, and he's right. After the fight, Peter goes back to the Bugle. Jameson's less than enthused with these pictures of Spidey's victory.

Overall, not enough Peter, but I didn't really mind this time because the action was entertaining and the dialogue was great. In the comments, people agree.

Next post: Apes, an animated show, the Vulture, and more! Woohoo.

#peter parker #spider-man #comics #comic books #peter parker thirst

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alygatorwrites · 4 years ago

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can I request a lil something? during the end of the manga or after the timeskip if you haven't read it yet, reiner still has feelings for historia and reader has one-sided feelings for him.

pieck gives reiner a small hint, saying he's wasting time while there's someone close to him that cares for him and points to you. he doesn't understand at first and maybe is conflicted about his feelings for you because of historia. reader is cool about it as she doesn't expect him to reciprocate her feelings.

a rollercoaster of emotions later, maybe there is a happy ending tho? i am curious to see what you can come up with 😭😭 i have dreaming of this scenario before bed and i can't help but get jealous of his crush on historia abjdsndks maybe you can help reiner reciprocate reader-chan's feelings or not

thank u so much aly 💖🥺

reciprocation

pairing: reiner braun x reader

a/n: OMG yesss! honestly, i was kinda annoyed at how reiner still had a crush on historia. i know that isayama wanted to show how everything went back to normal, but i was hoping that reiner would have a bigger role in the allied nations instead of being "dumbed down" to having an obsession with her. MAYBE THATS JUST THE JEALOUSY SPEAKING LMAO 😭 i was hoping this would be longer, although school has been killing me so im really sorry!! i hope its okay 💗💕 thank you honey!

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as reiner is handed historia’s letter, you fold your hands on the table and watch him without a word. when he reads the lines and smells the parchment - jean saying something snarky afterward - you say nothing.

you want reiner to be happy: you want to see him at ease like this more, face soft as the leaf of the page flits from his pinched fingers.

and so you let the man speak about historia like she’s a damn goddess, gushing over her handwriting, and keep your goddamn mouth shut. ignore your jealousy. your feelings.

the truth is, you’re in love with reiner.

you can’t even remember how it happened, but you can remember the first time you looked into those hazel eyes, and how you knew that they were going to stick with you for eternity.

you’ve come to accept his crush on the queen, though. reciprocation was never an option in your mind.

when jean begins to chew reiner out for lusting after a married woman, and reiner says something about jean being a horse, pieck’s gaze lands on you. “you’re rather quiet,” she says softly, resting her head on her palm.

you shrug, turning away from her. “i’m just tired.”

pieck catches your chin between her lithe fingers, and turns you to face her with a tiny smile. the young woman is very perceptive, and you’ve known her long enough.

that’s when you notice the twinkle in her eye. she’s planning something.

pieck releases your jaw then, sitting up in her chair. “you’re wasting your time, reiner,” she says suddenly. “there’s already someone you know who cares for you.”

you pretend to not hear pieck - and definitely pretend you don’t see her faintly point at you through your peripheral. the movement of her fingers is barely there, but you catch it.

damn you, pieck.

the way you’re now pinned underneath armin, jean, connie, and reiner’s stares makes your stomach tie itself into knots with bubbling reluctance. shit, this is awkward. you want to run away.

still, you peer over to study reiner’s reaction. he looks confused at first, the contours of his face unreadable. you swear you see connie facepalm at the man’s cluelessness.

then reiner’s expression slowly changes: his eyes widen in awe, lips parting slightly, and brows knitting together. he seems genuinely surprised - and conflicted.

conflicted? why?

there’s no time to explain yourself though, because the door creaks open and annie steps in. her words fall on your deaf ears, and when everyone stands up to leave, you’re the first one out of the room. work beckons you as always.

two days pass.

you’ve been busy filling out tons of paperwork pertaining to the allied nations, so when you’re finally given a day off, you take it with open arms.

freedom at last.

you lean against a bench outside of headquarters, enjoying the salty breeze that flutters along your skin. it’s dusk, the sky covered in a gradient of neon colors as the sun dips below the horizon.

you haven’t seen reiner since that day in the conference room. you wonder how he’s doing, what he’s thinking, how he’s holding up -

“hey.”

speak of the devil. you glance over your shoulder toward the voice, low and familiar.

reiner approaches you, clad in his uniform: the suit hugs his large frame perfectly, showing every flex of his muscles, and his blonde hair is neatly parted. the black tie looped around his neck just pulls it all together. it has you weak at the knees every. single. time.

“hey,” you answer, giving reiner a smile as he stops beside you.

and that’s when your heart lurches at the sight of him.

the sunset highlights reiner’s profile in gold, a heavenly shine that settles upon his blonde lashes and the flawless slope of his nose. the flecks in his irises sparkle – a beautiful mixture of soft browns and muted greens. the only thing you can do right now is admire the man.

his words are what breaks you out of your daydream.

“work has been crazy lately, huh?” reiner says, focused on the candy-floss clouds and their fluffy shapes.

“well - yeah, pretty much. i don’t want to look at a pen or a piece of paper ever again.”

“that bad?”

“you have no idea. i almost regret marley and paradis reconciling.”

reiner chuckles gently at the joke, but it’s strained. his forehead remains creased, and he’s not really smiling. the emotion there is more … doubtful. it’s like he’s having some sort of inner conflict.

hopefully reiner’s not acting cautious because of the other day. you know he doesn’t return your feelings, and that’s totally okay. you’re happy enough being with him like this. “i’m not mad or anything, y’know.”

reiner stiffens at that. there’s a white flash of teeth when he chews on his lower lip. “i know.”

“good,” you hum, breathing out a sigh of relief. your core twists with envy when you force a grin. bite it back. tease him like always. “so about historia … ”

reiner’s eyes go wide almost comically, and you hear the breath in his lungs leave his firm chest in one exhale. there’s a light blush staining his cheeks now. it’s funny; he’s so goddamn big, yet he’s such a teddy bear.

“y-yeah,” reiner mutters. you observe the way his brows pinch together as he awkwardly shifts in place. it takes a while before the man composes himself again, which is strange.

is he scared or something? what the hell?

“pieck,” reiner hesitates for a moment. the golden strands of his hair ruffle in the wind and he appears ... well, lost. “was she being serious?”

the question is a shocker - jeez, he could have at least let you prepare yourself. a firm ‘no’ almost slips out, but you’ve never been much of a liar. not to reiner, anyway. crossing your arms against your chest, you inhale sharply and nod. avoid staring at him face-to-face. “yep.”

“ … why me?”

reiner says the words with a mixture of spite and anguish, a casual and rumbling voice. you immediately turn your head, frowning. “what?”

“i’ve done so many horrible things.” reiner exhales heavily and stares down at his hands; perhaps he’s imagining all the blood they’ve been stained with. “i betrayed everyone. i killed innocent people - all because i was selfish.”

it’s no surprise that reiner is broken after everything he’s been through, but it pains you to know that he continues to suffer in silence. whatever war is raging inside his ribcage tears him apart piece by piece, and you wish you could carry the burden.

there’s probably nothing you can say to convince reiner that he was just a kid, a victim of circumstance. there’s nothing that can persuade him to see himself the way you do.

so you decide to tell reiner why you love him.

you explain the amount of admiration you hold for him. tell him that you love the way he just wants to be someone his comrades can lean on, like a big brother. tell him that you think he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen and how you think he deserves the world.

the way you spill your guts out snaps every nerve in your body. you don’t say everything you want to – but you tell him enough. a dark flush spreading across your face, you find the courage to look at him.

the world seems to stop on its axis when you find reiner staring right on back. the intensity of his eyes is stunning; they’re lit up with astonishment and affection.

god, the affection. you see it clear as day. maybe one of the greatest regrets in his life is how he forced himself to see you only as a friend.

that’s when he reaches out to you.

reiner retracts his hand twice, unsure, before slowly brushing his fingertips against yours. the touch is so feather-light that you almost can’t feel it. it’s a test - he’s waiting to see if you pull away. you can’t even move if you wanted to, because his fond gaze keeps you rooted to the spot before him.

when you don’t recoil, reiner finally moves to gently hold your hand; his palm is so much bigger than yours, and your fingers slot together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle’s final piece.

heart thrumming like a hummingbird has been stuffed into your chest, you’re almost at a loss for words and come to a realization.

this utterly amazing man likes you. always has.

but reiner shoved away the feelings for one simple reason; you deserved ‘better.’ focusing on the old crush he had on historia was a distraction - an attempt to convince himself to stop thinking about you.

because looking at you everyday and not being able to act upon his feelings was too painful.

“is this okay?” reiner asks lowly. there’s a slight pinkness to his cheeks, the color of a selfless love.

by some miracle, you manage to nod dumbly. “yeah, of course. it’s fine.” it’s amazing is what you actually want to say.

reiner squeezes your hand at the reassurance, a sigh escaping from his throat. “i really—”

you wait for him to finish, but he doesn’t. reiner just searches your profile for signs of discomfort, and then untwines your hands to bravely swipe a thumb along the length of your cheekbone.

there’s no time to speak because he’s already leaning down.

the sensation of reiner’s lips pressing against yours lights your skin ablaze; you can feel the curling flames of passion sear your soul, made even more intense by the warmth of the sunlight on your back.

it’s natural, it’s tender, it’s warm.

reiner’s breath rattles into your mouth when you rest both palms against his solid chest and deepen the kiss. the musky smell of his aftershave and cologne envelops you completely, and fuck, it’s so good. your arms wrap around him, fingers passing over the sharp slopes of his shoulder blades.

as much as you wish the kiss could go on endlessly, there are people gathering outside. avoiding any unwanted attention from nosy strangers is very much appreciated.

you pull away to nuzzle your nose into reiner, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, protective arms moving to loop around your waist. it’s such an intimate caress that it sparks your brain into overdrive.

as the rushing sound of the breeze comes back to your ears through the quiet, you tuck the kiss away to be remembered forever. that’s all there is to it. being close to reiner like this - swaying together like wildflowers in the wind - is more important than anything else.

“i like you,” reiner murmurs.

the suddenness of it makes you laugh, and you can feel the upward quirk of reiner’s lips - a whisper of a peaceful smile and a sweet, sweet promise.

#timeskip reiner still sexy asf #I just wanna hug and kiss him ugh #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #snk x reader #reiner braun #reiner x you #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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albatris · 3 years ago

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it is saturday here! (idk about australiatime.) happy storyteller saturday! my question for you is as follows:

would or would not the casts of ATDAO/Rental Car/both be able to successfully dogsit? Not babysit, dogsit. A big dog. How would it turn out?

(i feel like there would be some chaos)

this is a proper storyteller saturday ask, yes? idk i never know what to ask with these things but theyre fun

saturday! storyteller time! happy storyteller saturday! it's sunday over here but storyteller sunday still has the alliteration going for it so, this matters not :P thank you for the ask!!

oh EXCELLENT question, alright, here we go

well, right off the bat I can tell you the ATDAO gang would have hardly any trouble at all. Shara has a huge boisterous dog of her own that she adores, and, though he is more of a cat person, Tris is good with furry animals of all sorts! he does in fact basically spend an entire scene in canon entertaining three ginormous over-excited huskies while Kai works with a customer. yes he does almost get bowled over and smothered to death in kisses. yes it is the best day of his life

honestly between the just two of them they could handle it just fine and would have a blast! but it's no fun if Noa and Kai haven't also been roped into this question lmao. both of them also like dogs, Kai more so than Noa though :P Noa has never looked after a dog before and doesn't really know what to do. she could handle an old mellow chilled-out Big Dog I think, but wouldn't be too keen on anything excited and bouncy and unpredictable. plus she's super short and would likely get offended if the dog jumps on her and is taller than she is, and would spend the afternoon sulking about it dhgjdfhg

Kai......... likes animals. Kai is also allergic to fur. both cat and dog. they'll be fine as long as they don't shove their entire face into the fluffy friend's fur and cover them in kisses and hug them 24/7. do they do this anyway? yeah you fucking bet they do. I feel like most of the chaos would arise from the rest of the gang trying to get Kai to stop actively fuckin murdering themself in their attempts to hug a Big Fluffy Friend and Kai engaging in mission-impossible-esque shenanigans in order to snuggle next to a Big Fluffy Friend on the couch and die of allergies

"but Logan why did they bring Kai along if they knew this would happen?" they didn't. Kai wasn't invited. Kai invited themself because. hello?????? it's a big fluffy dog??? they're not missing out on this

mmmmm as for the Rental Car gang, they'd have considerably more trouble lmao

Nat might do okay! Nat adores animals and has at least a basic understanding of how to look after a dog :P a really really really high-energy big dog would stress him out though, unless Nat himself happened to be really really really high-energy that day. it happens occasionally. he will adore any dog, of course, but much like Noa, he'd prefer a super mellow chilled-out dog so he can just take a nap with it

Alex and Quinn........ have no fucking idea what they're doing

Alex doesn't DISLIKE dogs but dogs are sorta loud and slobbery and weird and all-up-in-your-personal-space and Alex is. not into that at all. Alex likes space! and boundaries! and being asked before being snuggled with! Alex isn't sure what to do with something that's so open and forceful with its affections immediately, because though Alex is very affectionate, it needs Considerable Time to get comfy enough to show those affections. Alex and the dog are speaking an entirely different language to each other

I think Alex would attempt to reason verbally with the dog, very diplomatic. hello canine, while I appreciate your enthusiasm, I will need you to go sit over there. I would like you to refrain from licking my face until I say it's okay. while Nat is just like ??????? dude this is a dog???? not a person???? it has no clue what you're saying??? this is not how you get a dog to listen to you???

Quinn in particular can only appreciate dogs from a distance :P they BARK. they drool. they steal shoes and chew them. they make a mess. they shed. they just hang around taking up space and getting under your feet. they're kind of idiots at times. Quinn definitely appreciates why people like dogs, but would rather not deal with dogs themself ahaha. Quinn spends the entire afternoon just kind of grimacing and on edge, both following the dog around to try and keep it from being a menace and simultaneously trying to avoid interacting with the dog at all costs. this is especially a fun scenario if the dogsitting happens to happen at Quinn's house

Yvonne is. fine? but chaotic. like, the dog would love her and she'd love the dog, but also, she's probably the one giving the dog Quinn's shoes to chew on. she's genuinely delighted by how much stress the dog is causing the others and kind of wants to coax the dog into making More Stress. the fabled elusive High Energy Nat would definitely join her and would also have fun tormenting Quinn and Alex. low energy Nat is unfortunately also a target for shenanigans and will have chew toys thrown at him while he's napping so the dog barrels into him full force and scares the shit out of him. Yvonne can also not be trusted not to Steal The Entire Dog and just be like "mine now"

so yeah, Quinn and Alex are useless, Nat has the expertise and love but not the energy, Yvonne has the energy but is going to be Evil with it

Do Not Ask Riley To Dogsit Your Dog. she's chill but also she will be highkey tempted to eat it if she gets hungry

#atdao #a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears #storyteller saturday #sts #thank u nico for the question!! :D

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